The diva grinned as she earned her first victory in weeks, savoring the sound of the ref counting, one, two, three. Of course, this wasn't her favourite method of winning, she'd much rather have her opponent tap out to her infamous Black Widow, but she'd count the win either way. Her music blared, and she slid away from the other diva, sweaty, but smiling. The ref grabbed her hand, declaring AJ the winner. Her opponent, however, scowled, clearly not happy with her loss.
Alicia Fox was already on her feet, in AJ's face. She screamed, how could she have lost? AJ hadn't had a win in weeks. Alicia was furious, she didn't lose. Her rage turned into action and before she had realized it she was slapping the victor, knocking her off her feet. AJ clutched her face, now enraged. She attempted to laugh about the incident, but as Alicia screamed down at her, she exploded.
AJ grabbed Alicia's hair, pulling her down to her level. Alicia screamed as AJ tried to slam her face on the mat. Pulling away, Alicia was redfaced. She kicked the diva, causing AJ to cower in her place. Alicia was furiously attacking the victor, until Paige's music came on.
AJ groaned as she heard the anti-diva run to the ring to join her attacker. The crowd was hopeful that this was Paige's face turn, but AJ knew better. She looked up at the two, who were squaring off. Alicia raised her eyebrows, daring Paige to stop her. Paige returned a cold grin, and Alicia smiled. Together, the two assaulted the victor. She was groveling, begging for them to stop. She looked up, and saw Paige toss Alicia a chair. AJ cringed as Alicia swung down the chair, the item making a loud smack as it touched her leg. She recoiled with each strike. The diva barely heard her attackers' music, barely heard them leave. She let out one raggedy breath, her ribs hurt like hell.
AJ lay in the ring, beaten and broken. She felt blood, but she couldn't tell where it was coming from. She curled into a ball as Paige's music ended. AJ was alone.
The lights went black. AJ yelped, surely it couldn't be? They weren't so direct, were they? AJ felt herself being pulled, not having enough strength left to fight back. She groaned, and the the lights came back on. The crowd was horrified to see the limp, broken body of their old divas champion AJ Lee tossed over the shoulder of the monstrous Erick Rowan like a ragdoll. He turned his head, sheep mask peering at the fans with eerie curiosity. He turned and trudged backstage.
AJ swung mercilessly as this creature carried her to her doom. She had no fight left in her, nothing. She drifted in and out of consciousness, seeing different panicked faces around her. She wheezed as she looked up, straight into the face of a wild eyed Luke Harper. He whispered to her, "Peekaboo, Princess. You're doomed." She squeaked in fear, burying her head into Erick Rowan's back. She felt him stop, and peeked up again. Bray Wyatt grinned from beneath his hat, the demon awaiting her. She tried to scream, but only managed to whimper before cringing in pain. Her ribs ached.
She felt the light slip away as she drifted into unconsciousness.
