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Part Twelve
She paced the locker room they'd forced her into, moving around like a caged animal. She'd tossed half the chairs across the room when she'd been shoved into it, then kicked the rest of them over, not noticing the pain when the metal hit her shins and banged into her knees. Her knuckles were bruised from hitting her fists against the wall, and her fingers were now twisting at her hair as she moved. They'd brought her bag to her and, at the moment, her clothes were tossed all around, one of her shoes actually in the sink from when she'd thrown everything in a tantrum.
AJ jerked around at the sound of the door opening, the diva rising up on her toes as she looked to see who it was, her expression going from hopeful to sullen when she saw that it wasn't who she hoped it would be. There was no tall man with tattoos stepping into the locker room that the referees had put her into - that Triple H had told her she'd damn well better stay in until the end of the show. No, instead it was a man that was several inches shorter than CM Punk, his hair lighter, no tattoos to be seen.
"What are you doing in here?" AJ asked, her voice dull as she looked at her smirking ex-boyfriend. He shook his head as he looked at her.
"Can't I come to congratulate you on the masterful job you did in the ring tonight?" Daniel asked her, stepping closer to her. AJ crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.
"I lost."
"Maybe you did. But you certainly made a statement. No one will want to cross you now. I mean, you saw what happened... CM Punk came rushing out to save his lady love. A little too late, of course," he mused, ignoring the way AJ's eyes flashed angrily at the way he referred to Eve.
"She is not his lady love," the diva hissed, and Daniel arched a brow at her.
"Oh, really? Did you miss it, then? The way he ran out to her side... the concern on his face. The way he lifted her in his arms and carried her out of there. Did you miss it, AJ? Were you too insane with anger to notice? I'm sure they'll show a replay of it. It was quite a sight to see. He was so angry at John Laurinaitis for not letting the medics go out there to help Eve. He even wanted to forget about his match tonight, only staying because he had to. He would have left for her. Just rushed her off to the hospital," Daniel told her. "Like the good boyfriend that he is."
"She doesn't deserve him," AJ bit out, her hands jerking through her hair, tugging on the strands, and Daniel just stood there and smirked at her. "She doesn't. Eve doesn't deserve Punk. She doesn't, she doesn't, she doesn't!"
"And what? You think *you* do? You think you deserve CM Punk?"
"I would help him. I would be good for him. I would do anything for him-"
"Like cost him the WWE championship?" Daniel interrupted. "Like you cost me the World Heavyweight title at WrestleMania? Would you help him like that?"
"That was an accident! I only wanted to help you. I didn't mean for you to lose the championship. And I would help him. I wouldn't hurt him. Never. I would be good for him."
"Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he already thinks that Eve is good for him. After all, she is the one that he's chosen."
"Because he didn't know that he could have me!" AJ declared, her eyes more than a little wild as she looked at him. "*I* am better for him than she could ever be!"
"Really? You really believe that? AJ, honey, the best thing that I ever did was rid myself of you. I wouldn't wish you on any guy," he said, his head snapping back when she hauled off and slapped him... Daniel just smirking at her as he rubbed at his jaw. "Temper, temper."
"I can make him want me," AJ told him. "He can be mine. She's just in the way right now. Blinding him. If she was gone, then he would see me. And I made her be gone tonight. I hurt her-"
"And just made him run all the faster toward her. Did you see him run down the ramp? Or were you too busy trying to fight off the referees that were holding you back? He ran to her. He carried her. And when he looked at you, AJ..." Daniel shook his head. "He didn't looked happy with you, my dear."
"He just doesn't understand. I'll make him see."
"Like you made me see? Like you chased after me pathetically for weeks on end after I dumped your sorry little ass?" he questioned, watching as AJ's hands clenched into fists. She didn't raise a hand to him this time, though, instead glaring viciously at him. He could practically hear her grinding her teeth. He smiled at her again. "What? Don't have anything to say?"
"He's different than you. He'll appreciate the things I do for him. Just you wait and see."
"Oh, really? Like he appreciated what you did for him tonight? Putting his girlfriend in the hospital? He didn't look happy. You just looked like a sore loser. A pathetic, vindictive, crazy, sore loser. Because from what I saw tonight? You didn't win like you said you were going to. Eve pinned you. One, two, three. She made you look like a fool. Kicking you around, side-stepping you. Rolling you up. She won, you lost. In more ways than one. She got the pin and the victory, but she's got CM Punk, too. Because he's not by your side. And maybe he's not by her side right this moment, either, but he wants to be. Oh, AJ, he wants so badly to be with her right now, and if it weren't for Laurinaitis forcing him to stay here, then he would be with Eve right now. Holding her hand on the way to the hospital... Kissing it better. Maybe he'll save the 'kissing it better' part for later tonight," Daniel said, laughing when AJ lunged at him with a scream. He side-stepped her easily, catching her before she could stumble past and holding her away from him. He shook his head at her. "Really, AJ, you should try and learn to control that temper," he told her, then lightly shoved her away and headed for the door, leaving the locker room... But easily able to hear the sounds of things being thrown around as AJ resumed her tantrum once more, the man smiling in satisfaction as he shook his head and walked away.