Friends

[Chloe]

A.J. Lee could no longer be referred to as unstable. The pint-sized, dark haired young woman was beyond crazy at this point. It was impossible to tell what was going on in her head at any given moment and this occasion was no different. She was found backstage at the Phillips Arena sitting crossed legged on one of the large production crates. Pigtails, small shorts, All Stars & knee socks and a cut-up "Love Bites" t-shirt were part of her ensemble this evening. Her hands were folded in her lap and she smiled pleasantly off into the distance at seemingly nothing as Renee Young stood by to conduct the interview.

Renee Young: I'm Renee--

Before Renee could continue her introduction, A.J. released a loud gasp and turned her attention towards the blonde.

A.J. Lee: Renee Dupree! What are you doing here you crafty French devil?!

Renee Young: Renee Dupree?!

A.J. Lee: Yep! You can't fool me! Are you trying to reform La Resistance or something? ...Omigosh. Does that mean Rob "The ConMan' Conway is around here somewhere?! Can you get me his autograph?! I mean...just look at him! Ain't he a sight to see?! Will you do The French Tickler for me? Hey, where is your poodle? Boy, you sure did perpetuate a lot of French stereotypes, didn't you?!

Renee was at a lost. She had just been mistaken for a MAN who was most prominent back in 2004. She reminded herself that her subject was pretty looney tunes and decided to press on.

Renee Young: I...alright. Well, A.J., you are one of the many Diva's who has been entered into the Diva's Turmoil match. The winner challenges Angelina Love for the Women's Title at a later date.

A.J. Lee: Well...

A.J. turned away and began to twirl a finger around one of her pigtails.

A.J. Lee: I've already held the Women's Title twice and I'm also a former Tag Team Champion. Hey, so were you, Renee! Way to go! Anyway, I think it's just a tad bit silly that I have to be in this match. If you remember, just a few weeks ago, I beat Angelina and Velvet all by my lonesome. That would be the current Women's Champ and Tag Champs for those keeping score at home. Just me, no help from anyone else, all alone. So, hey, I don't think throwing in a bajillion other girls is going to change much! I'm a wrecking machine, Mr. Dupree. When I put my mind to it...

She tapped a finger against the side of her where her mixed up, twisted little brain rested.

A.J. Lee: ...I can do anything! And right now I think I want to be Women's Champion again. I mean, SURE, everyone in that match is bigger and stronger than me. But I am a complete and total super genius just like Calamity Coyote except that I WILL catch my Little Beeper. I don't even need an Acme brand death ray to do it! Do you know what I have, Mr. Dupree...?

A.J. began to crawl along the production crate, seductively, giving her behind a wiggle or two, before sliding onto her belly. Her hands slid under her chin and she batted her eyes.

Renee Young: At this point...I'm not sure.

A.J. Lee: I've got zazz! Do you know who this place calls when they need to zazz is up a little? ME! Do you know what every other woman in this match lacks? ZAZZ. I'm putting it on the zazz train to Zazzville! Do you think Angelina Love has any zazz? HAH! Yeah right! Without me there is no zazz to be found! Not in these parts! There are two types of Diva's around here. Those with and those without zazz. Guess which one I am?!

A rather wide grin stretched across A.J.'s face. Renee was hesitantly about to answer until she was carefully moved aside. A.J. glanced upwards to see a well toned brunette staring down at her with her arms folded. A.J's smile quickly turned upside down. She began to speak in a completely lifeless drone.

A.J. Lee: Oh. Look. It's you. Yippie.

Kaitlyn: A.J. Look. Two weeks ago we both said some pretty harsh things. But I saw what you did out there against The Beautiful People. You took both of them on. And--

A.J. Lee: Oh? And what, huh?!


A.J. rose up to her knee's as her hands curled into a pair of fists.

A.J. Lee: You want to come craaaawling back? Gee, imagine that! Worthless Kaitlyn finally understands where all the star power is coming from and now she wants to hitch her cart back on! Well, it's not happening, sister! I don't need YOU! In fact, ha ha, I don't need anyone! I'm perfectly fine and capable on my own! So why don't you skidattle? Go back to wherever you came from! Presumably the land of unlovable monsters! It's way, way, WAY too late for our 'friendship' if you could even call it that! Shoo! SHOO!

As one would expect, Kaitlyn's expression quickly soured. She lowered her face closer to A.J's and talked through a growl.

Kaitlyn: I was actually going to tell you how much I admired what you were able to do and congratulate you. But, if that's how you feel, why don't you just go straight to hell you little psycho bitch?!

A.J. gasped and looked away. She bit down on her bottom lip and started to breathe heavily, as if she were about to start crying.

A.J. Lee: You should take that back.

Kaitlyn: No. I've bit my tongue around you for way too long and--

Kaitlyn had made a mistake of pointing a finger at A.J. That was all it took for her to snatch the finger and then her appendage. The speedy, nimble wrestler wasted no time in wrapping her former friend into her painful Black Widow submission. Kaitlyn quickly dropped onto one knee and released a shout of pain as A.J. contorted and tightened the hold. Her face looked completely menacing before she finally released the grip. Kaitlyn fell onto the floor and A.J. smiled cheerfully and reached down to give her a few pats on the head.

A.J. Lee: ...Have a happy!

With that, she went skipping off without a care. Renee knelt down beside Kaitlyn who winced and gripped her shoulder tightly.