Monday Night RAW February 4, 2019
The latest edition of Monday Night RAW began with a limousine pulling into the parking garage. After a moment, the driver opens the back door. Commissioner AJ Lee steps out in an all-black business suit, sporting a cast from the night before. The crowd, in response to AJ's arrival, cheered loudly and chanted for the woman.
After the video recap, the intro to RAW, and the opening pyro, AJ's music began playing and the fan-favorite skipped out onto the stage.
"Welcome everybody to Monday Night RAW!" Cole called over on commentary. "Twenty-four hours removed from the Royal Rumble, we start the night out with our commissioner, AJ Lee."
"AJ sporting the cast on her hand after a pretty gnarly attack from Nikki Bella," Corey Graves pointed out as AJ made her way to the ring. "Nikki Bella herself, of course, suffering from a concussion after last night's event."
AJ retrieved a microphone from the timekeeper and stood in the center of the ring. AJ attempted to say something, but the crowd roared louder in support of her.
"Thanks, guys," AJ said with a proud smirk, finally getting the anxious crowd to quiet down. "Last night, at the Royal Rumble, I made my in-ring return. I entered at number three and made it all the way to the final four."
A "you still got it" chant broke out. AJ smiled and nodded her agreement with the audience.
"I do. I really do," AJ lifted her casted hand. "Unfortunately, due to circumstances I cannot discuss if I want to keep my job here, I broke my index finger. Which means I will be out of action for four weeks."
The crowd booed heavily. AJ nodded with a sour expression, but her frown quickly lifted and she grinned from ear to ear.
"I may have lost the Royal Rumble last night," AJ continued. "And I may be out because of injury. But I'll be healed up just in time for the Elimination Chamber pay-per-view. And since Nikki Bella doesn't have a challenger before WrestleMania..."
The crowd started chanting "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"And since I want a chance to knock fifty shades of [CENSORED] out of Nikki Bella," AJ paused and grinned at the pop the curse word gained. "I'm challenging Nikki Bella for the RAW Women's Championship at Elimination Chamber. Which means Shane's women get the Chamber match. But my men will compete for the Universal Title. But that's all business. Nikki Bella versus myself is far from business. I will face that fake bimbo, slap the botox off her face, and once again claim my spot at the top of the women's division. Because it's the WOMEN'S division now. There's no room for wannabe Divas like her and Botch Mode anymore..." AJ looked directly into the camera. "And Nikki, sweetie, running to John and sucking... UP won't help you this time."
AJ dropped the mic and left the ring as the crowd erupted in support. AJ, smiling on the inside, managed to keep her "game face" on as she ventured back to Gorilla.
After the only appearance she was making on the show was done and over with, AJ made her way back to catering to get caught up on Paige's gossip. AJ didn't particularly like talking shit about everyone, but Paige knew a lot about everyone and liked talking; AJ just sat and listened because there was pizza and brownies available for everyone.
"How do you plan on burning off all those calories in the morning?" Paige asked, pointing her finger at the mountain of chocolatey and cheesy goodness.
AJ shrugged. "A fuck load of cardio with Dean probably."
Paige cocked an eyebrow. "Oh? Are you two finally doing the dirty?"
AJ cringed. "Ew. No. I meant ACTUAL cardio. Like, cross-fit and shit like that."
"So you and Ambrose haven't knocked boots yet?" Paige asked.
"Why do you have to know that part of my life?" AJ asked, trying not to get annoyed at the brazen nature of her friend that she really should've been used to by now.
Paige shrugged. "I'm just making sure my bestie is healthy. Eating vegetables and taking dick is good for you."
"Stop, for the love of God," AJ pleaded.
Paige shrugged again and turned her attention to her phone. In AJ's hand, she was scrolling through her Twitter feed and liking any polite comments coming her way from her fans. She was quick to block anyone who tried to claim Nikki Bella was her superior or continuously tried to find out if she was single and "ready to mingle."
"A lot of people are talking about your Rumble appearance last week," Paige mentioned, her eyes still stuck on her phone.
"I can see that," AJ commented. "Miss one week because of my finger and everyone loses their shit."
Paige chuckled lightly and nodded. AJ sighed and set her phone down.
"I'm just glad the twin bitches aren't here this week," AJ said, resting her chin in both hands. "My finger is sore and I don't need them breathing down my neck and waiting for me to fuck up so they can run to Hunter and get the title match scraped."
Paige shook her head. "No. That wouldn't happen. Everyone is beyond thrilled to see you back. They won't take away the title match and risk the fans going fucking berserk. Good thing you don't have a sex tape somewhere out there."
AJ chuckled. "Unlike some of us, right?"
Paige grinned. "We all do stupid shit when we're eighteen. I was just into weirder stuff than other people."
AJ's phone lit up with a text from Dean. He congratulated his girlfriend on her segment and told her he loved her. AJ blushed at the show of affection and sent a message back, saying how much she missed him and she'd be back in Vegas as soon as possible.
Paige snickered. "Looks like some poor brat's iCloud got hacked. Some loser is tweeting this video..." The grinning Brit suddenly trailed off and her smile dropped from her face.
"What's the video?" AJ asked, finding Paige's sudden lack of communication odd.
Paige's eyes widened. "Oh... you've got to be fucking kidding me."
"What is it?" AJ asked again.
Paige set her phone down. "Nothing. It's nothing."
"Paige..." AJ growled in a low tone.
"Don't check Twitter, ok?" Paige asked, her eyes starting to fill with tears.
AJ quickly picked her phone back up against the pleas of Paige. She immediately opened Twitter.
The first tweet on her feed when she refreshed was from Nikki Bella quoting a video.
"But I'm the SUCK up..." Nikki's tweet said.
AJ furrowed her brow and tapped on the video. The caption simply read, "this can't be real..."
AJ's eyes shot open when she recognized her own face staring up at her boyfriend while her head bobbed in his lap.
"What in the fuck?" AJ half exclaimed, half cried. She pushed herself out of her chair and stormed away from the table, ignoring Paige's calls to come back.
"WHY THE FUCK SHOULDN'T I KILL YOU?!" AJ screamed into her phone from inside her rental. Tears streamed down her cheeks and stained her suit. She kept sniffing her nose and trying to keep her makeup from smearing, but it was practically no use.
"Baby, I swear to God I didn't do it on purpose," Dean said into his end of the call. AJ called him seconds after fleeing from Paige. "AJ, listen to me. I'm so sorry this is happening."
"Dean... I'm going to fucking stab you in the asshole!" AJ cried. "It's all over fucking Twitter! Why would you even record me doing that?"
"Because it was the first time you did it and you looked so sexy, I just... I fucked up, ok? I thought I deleted it from the Cloud but apparently I didn't," Dean sighed and swore under his breath. "AJ, I'm so sorry."
"There's a seven-second clip of me BLOWING you on social media!" AJ yelled.
"And now everyone thinks I cum early," Dean stated.
AJ burst into a fit of giggled despite her tears. Dean's own laughter came in through gently from the other end of the call.
"How can you be so calm about this?" AJ asked, wiping more tears away.
"It's just my dick, babe," Dean stated nonchalantly. "And part of my chin. You can't even tell it's us anyway."
AJ tutted her tongue. "Babe, it doesn't take a genius to tell it's me and you. It hardly lasted seven seconds anyway because stupid Cody was calling you. Everyone's going to think I'm a ho-bag. Especially Nikki and Brie."
"You honestly think they don't suck cock too?" Dean asked sarcastically.
AJ chuckled. "She broke my title record. Of course she does."
"Exactly," Dean sighed. "I love you, darlin'. I don't know what else to say besides I'm sorry and all you have to do is wait until it blows over. I'd go straight to Hunter and talk things out with him before he finds out by himself."
AJ dreaded to think she had to go to her boss to talk about a dirty video of her circulating the internet. Someone hacking into Dean's iCloud was the least of her worries at this point. She remembered all of the horrible things people said to Paige when all her private photos and videos were released. Not to mention Kaitlyn, and Toni, and Charlotte, and a few others as well. She was just a girl being a girlfriend doing a sexual act with her boyfriend in the privacy of their shared home. It was not illegal to do what AJ was doing. Leaking the video to the world was the wrongful act.
AJ sighed. "Yeah. I'll go tell him right now. I'm crying my eyes out in my fucking rental right now. Maybe he'll go easy on me."
"He will, babe. I promise. Otherwise, Brandie is really pushing me to try and talk you into coming with me," Dean stated with a chuckle.
AJ giggled. "Maybe. I still have a few years in my contract. But we'll for sure see. I love you so much, babe."
AJ and Dean said their goodbyes. AJ wiped away her tears and ruined mascara, then slid out of her car and headed back into the arena.
"Are you ok?"
That was the first thing Stephanie McMahon said to AJ when she entered Triple H's office. They'd already heard the news by the time AJ waded through the sea of hushed whispers and wandering glances on her way to meet with them.
"I'm so fucking sorry," AJ said, her tears threatening to make an encore performance. "You just gave me the biggest match of my life and I fucked it all the way because Ambrose was a nice guy one day..."
"AJ, we aren't going to punish you over this," Triple H assured, setting a gentle hand on the smaller woman's shoulder. "You were in the privacy of your own home. Will it give us some bad publicity? Maybe, but we've fought worse."
"The important thing is you don't let this get to your head," Stephanie told AJ, taking a seat beside her. "Don't let it affect your job performance or your goals in getting back to the ring. It's a minor hiccup that will be forgotten about in a week. You know how internet trends are."
"The people will be focused on something dumb the president does in a few days," Triple H figured. "Just let it go and everything will be fine."
AJ chuckled. "I can't believe this actually happened. And I can't believe I don't even feel that bad. Just embarrassed my hair was a little messy."
Triple H chuckled. "That's the spirit. Take a moment to get yourself calmed down and you can go home for the night. Promise not to bring your phone into the bedroom next time."
AJ snickered and shook her head but knew what her boss was saying was in good spirits.
Later in the night, AJ and Paige lounged in their shared hotel room. AJ was dressed down into pajamas, fresh out of the shower, with her glasses resting on her nose. Paige sat in her sperate bed, but both girls were surfing social media.
"'Eh, I've seen better?'" AJ read from her phone a tweet from Paige. It was a subtle hint to both her own leaked videos and photos as well as AJ's very recent invasion of privacy.
Paige smirked. "Figured I'd poke a little fun. You should say something too. Don't be like Charlotte and demand the video be taken down. That makes it sound like you're letting it get to you."
"These stupid marks on Twitter are getting to me," AJ hissed, blocking at least the 200th person that night.
"Don't let them," Paige insisted. "Idiots will talk. Bad bitches take it on the chin and keep walking."
"You took it mostly on the face, Paige," AJ snickered when Paige threw her a half-serious dirty look. "You know I love you."
AJ stared at her phone. She tapped the "new tweet" button and let her fingers dance around the keyboard and hit "post" before she had any chance to stop herself.
Paige snickered. "Love it. That's perfect."
AJ considered deleting her most recent tweet, but the sudden rush of support for her helped make her decide against it.
"Damn. I have great form."
AJ closed Twitter and sent her lover a goodnight text. Dean sent one back and declared his undying love for her. AJ, though she hated being sappy and in-love, wrote something similar back and plugged her phone in for the night.
Even though the recent events still made her nervous and dreaded to think what some people were doing and what freaks were probably doing with her video in their possession, AJ managed to roll to her side and get some sleep.