[Nathaniel Keam]

AJ Lee rules over the WWE diva’s division as champion. After winning the pink and purple butterfly belt for a third time, it’s clear to all that she is the top diva in the WWE. Now Stephanie McMahon has turned her attention to the diva’s division. With ratings falling and a personal need to stamp down her authority, she has taken the decision to act against the current way of things in the only way she knows how.

‘Let’s Light it Up’ appears on the RAW titantron and the crowd erupts as AJ Lee skips out onto the stage. She’s rocking a pair of long capri black and white shorts with straps hanging off the back and a grey tank top with a black leather jacket zipped half way up. Her championship belt hangs lazily on her shoulder.

AJ smiles at the ground and begins walking down the ramp, before breaking into a skip. Since this is her first official night as a three-time champion, she skips around the ring an extra time, soaking the adulation in. She steps into the ring, her ring, in her black converse shoes and stands for a few moments as the music fades away and the full sound of the crowd can be heard.

Taking a microphone from one of the stagehands, she holds it under her chin and gives the TV cameras a flash of her gleaming white teeth. AJ takes a deep breath in, but is immediately interrupted by ‘Welcome to the Queendom’, Stephanie McMahon’s entrance music.

AJ’s face drops as the co-leader of The Authority steps out onto the top of the stage. She holds a microphone and paces back and forth for a few moments dressed in a black one-piece dress. Her powerful legs stop in the centre of the stage and she twizzles the microphone in her hands for a moment until her music cuts out.

“No, no, no, this isn’t going to happen,” said Stephanie. “I know how this is going to happen. You want to come out here, run your mouth about how proud you are to be champion again, and then bore us all with how good you think you are.”

AJ smirks at Stephanie and raises the microphone to her lips. “Stephanie –”

“I wasn’t done speaking. For your information AJ, I want you to remember that just because you’re the champion doesn’t make you the number one woman in this country. I am. The champion of the diva’s division is my champion. It means you’re the best woman under me. And you’re an embarrassment to have as my champion.”

The crowd interrupts the two women with a hail of booing.

“You don’t own this company yet, Stephanie,” said AJ. “You and Triple H might call yourself The Authority, but we all know who still runs this company. And I guarantee Vince doesn’t give a damn what you think. You’re still just his little princess.”

Stephanie smirks. “I will always be my daddy’s little princess. And this company will be mine one day. It means you’re my employee and what I say goes. I could stand here and talk –”

“But you’d rather be on your back taking it like the sl*t you are from the next employee who wants a title shot.”

Stephanie rolled her eyes as a few audible laughs managed to escape onto the television screens of the viewers at home. “That is the type of attitude that I don’t like from champions. You think that you can insult your employer’s family. Well this isn’t the Attitude Era anymore. Things have changed. Superstars obey me. And since you like to call other people sl*ts, let’s see how much of a sl*t you are. You once said you idolised former WWE diva Lita. Well I’m going to give you a taste of the era she came from. Because tonight, you’re going to put your title on the line in a bra and panties match. And, AJ, this is going to be one of the shortest championship reigns in WWE history. Oh, and it starts right now.”

“What?” was all AJ could get out as Natalya’s theme music ‘New Foundation’ began to play. “I’m not even in my ring gear!”

Stephanie just laughed at her as the crowd cheered their approval. They didn’t care who would win this. Their loyalties were to AJ, but the chance of seeing her in her underwear was too much to pass up.

AJ covered her head with her hands as she stared at the ramp and Stephanie, waiting for her opponent to appear. She knew she could do this. She was AJ Lee. Natalya had been beaten by practically everyone on the roster at some point. She could get out of this.

The deafening roar of the crowd rang in AJ’s ears. She stared dumbly at the ramp, waiting for her opponent. By the time AJ realised something was wrong, Natalya snaked into the ring and clattered her in the back of the head with a vicious thump, knocking her onto her front.

Natalya began to stomp her with her long white ring boots, over and over, making sure she stayed down. When she was satisfied that AJ had been momentarily disabled, she raised her hands and played up the crowd. This was her chance for revenge. She’d been overlooked for too long. Dressed in her ring gear of tiny shorts and a short top covered in hearts of purple, white, and black she knew she had the advantage. With her thick thighs and tight midriff exposed, AJ had nothing to grab onto. Stephanie had done well by her this time.

Turning back to AJ, she picked her up and performed a snap suplex in the middle of the ring. AJ cried out and held her back. Natalya gritted her teeth and smiled wickedly, before picking her up again and repeating the move.

By this time, a referee had slid into the ring and called for the bell. The match had officially started. It was stripped or be stripped for both these women.

AJ barely knew where she was. The pain in her spine rippled up her body. She wanted to get back to the locker room. She had to retreat before her bones crumbled into dust.

Natalya grabbed her ankle as she tried to roll away and wrestled her to her feet with a handful of black hair. Picking her up again, she body slammed her onto the canvas, piling on the pain. Stephanie continued smiling on top of the stage.

This time Natalya walked around AJ and grabbed her by the front of her leather jacket. She fumbled with the zip, but AJ kicked out over her head and smashed her foot onto the top of her opponent’s head. Natalya cried out and fell to one knee. AJ used this opportunity to roll forward and attempt to use the opposing ropes to climb to her feet.

Natalya held onto the top of her blonde scalp and charged towards AJ. AJ didn’t turn around in time and was bundled out of the ring, slamming down on the concrete padding on her side. Natalya pumped herself up again with a scream and climbed out of the ring to continue the attack. Picking AJ up by the back of her coat, she looked to the steel stairs and Irish whipped her into them. The diva’s champion slammed shoulder first into them, launching the top half of the steps away.

Instead of gloating about her victory, Natalya plunged her hand into the back of AJ’s capris and lifted her up like a small child. Carrying the defenceless AJ, she dumped her on the ring apron and shoved her back into the ring. This time Natalya turned AJ over without any further resistance and unzipped the jacket. Wrestling it off her shoulders, she span it around her head mockingly and threw it into the crowd.

AJ was down to her light grey tank top and had barely moved since colliding with the steel steps. Natalya returned to the fallen champion and picked her up by her wrist. AJ’s eyes were closed and she couldn’t stand under her own volition. Natalya got behind her, calling for a bridging German suplex. The crowd continued to cheer and Natalya soaked it up. She paused for a moment. Licking her lips, she allowed AJ’s head to slump to one side and peeked over her shoulder.

Natalya moved her hands down to where AJ’s black and silver belt was and unclasped it with ease, followed by the top button of her shorts. Before AJ could react to the increased crowd noise, her attacker tightened her grip and flipped her over her head in a picture-perfect German suplex. AJ landed on her upper back. The force of the suplex sent her rolling straight onto her front.

By now, Stephanie was feeling confident and began to saunter down the ramp to ringside, where AJ was lying only inches away from the ropes. She wanted to watch her humiliation up close and personal.

Natalya grabbed the bottom of AJ’s legs and dragged her back into the centre of the ring. Lifting them up, she began to tie them around her own. With a deep breath, Natalya pulled up and AJ Lee screamed in anguish as she was placed in the sharpshooter.

Stephanie took this as her cue to climb into the ring, carefully making sure her dress didn’t ride up. With her trademark McMahon smile, she kicked AJ’s hands out from under her, which only increased the torque on her back.

“How do you like that, AJ?” said Stephanie so loudly the camera managed to pick it up.

AJ could only scream in return as Natalya increased the pressure. With a wide grin on her face, Stephanie straightened her dress and paced in front of AJ, throwing her hands up and goading the crowd, who booed in return. They finally seemed to be getting behind AJ in the face of one of the most hated women in WWE.

In a show of defiance, the current Diva’s champion pushed herself off the mat again. This time she began to crawl inch by inch towards the ropes. Natalya tried desperately to hold on, but AJ’s determination drove her on. Stephanie moved out of the way, eager to see who would win this battle.

Her eyes widened as Natalya could barely keep the hold on. Step by step she was moved backwards. AJ was little more than a hand away from reaching the ropes.

“What are you doing?” Stephanie screamed at Natalya.

Natalya roared again and managed to yank AJ back towards the middle of the ring slightly. It appeared to be a last gasp effort as AJ continued fighting back against the pain. She pushed through the pain barrier and reached out a hand. Her fingertips fell just short of the ropes. One more inch and it would be all over.

Stephanie looked straight at Natalya and around at the crowd for help. She hadn’t wrestled in so many years. What could she do to stop this? Then she remembered what sort of match this was. She knew how to beat AJ. Stephanie swept in and grabbed the bottom of the grey tank top. She swept it up her body and over her head, exposing the top half of her Latina skin. Her toned abs came into view as her arms collapsed and her head hit the mat face first.

Natalya, too, let go and AJ rolled over and over, one arm on her lower back and another arm over her breasts, covered in nothing but a black push-up bra. She was only one pair of capri shorts away from losing her title and her dignity. The crowd cheered again and the cameras flashed as all thoughts of loyalty to AJ faded away.

Stephanie held the tank top in the air and paraded it around, before feigning to throw it to the crowd. She laughed and simply tossed it to the floor below. Natalya bent over and regained her breath from the tug of war that had ensued. She leaned against the turnbuckle whilst the crowd continued to surge. She knew she had this battle won.

“Come on,” Stephanie gestured at the floored AJ, who had finally removed her arms from her breasts. “Get her, Natalya.”

Natalya refocused her sights on AJ. She was more tired than she thought. AJ was probably the toughest girl on the roster right now. Only her power moves could keep her down. But did she end this quickly and take the title, or draw it out in order to keep Stephanie’s support? Stephanie had made it clear she wouldn’t accept a quick victory.

Natalya approached AJ and rolled her over onto her front. She picked her up and grabbed her by the back of her shorts. If it wasn’t for Stephanie, she knew she could just pull them down and be done with this. Instead, she aimed AJ at the ring post and began her run up. Suddenly, AJ’s body popped into life and she found herself spinning.

The challenger was out of control and she thumped into the ring post. Her shoulder snapped against it and she grasped it in pain. AJ fell against the ropes as Natalya fell onto her back. She began to stomp away on Natalya, before picking her up again. She Irish whipped her against the roped and let fly with a big clothesline.

Pulling up her shorts, she ran against the ropes and dropped down with an elbow. In the background, Stephanie continued to scream as the crowd got into it. AJ was building momentum. The match was turning in her favour.

AJ repeated the move and quickly held up her shorts as they threatened to descend and reveal her underwear. She took a moment to button them up again. AJ had to consider what to do next. Natalya was ripe for the taking. Her match instincts kicked in and she thought about the pin, only to remember what match Stephanie had placed her in.

AJ lifted Natalya up and brought her to the turnbuckle. Hoisting herself atop, she took her opponent in a front face lock and performed a wicked tornado DDT. Natalya landed in a heap and didn’t move. AJ wasted no time in ripping at the back of Natalya’s wrestling top. It became tangled in her arms and AJ had to pull her over and over. The struggling challenger failed to get it down in time and it came off, revealing a white bra.

Natalya screamed and covered up. She directed a terrified look at both AJ and Stephanie, before rolling towards the ring apron. AJ darted after her and caught her by one of her wrestling boots. Wrenching her back, Natalya kicked and squirmed, whilst still covering up her bra. She finally managed to kick AJ free and get to her feet. She, too, was down to her shorts. If she lost those, her challenge would be over.

Stephanie swore she would never have anything exposed. No, Natalya had to focus if she was going to get the job done. It wasn’t over yet. She charged towards the Diva’s champion, just aiming to hit her.

AJ saw her coming and immediately countered into a hurricanrana. The move sent Natalya dizzy. AJ sent her down with a frontal dropkick. Natalya popped back up again, only to be hit with another spinning tornado DDT. The crowd applauded as AJ dismantled the challenger, leaving her lying in a defenceless heap. The result seemed inevitable, and it was why AJ was the champion she was.

Stephanie could only stand in the corner with her hands over her mouth in shock. What could she possibly do about this now?

AJ began to stalk Natalya from behind. Her target turned over. The spandex shorts would come down like they were made of butter. She was only seconds away from glory. AJ was about to go in for the kill when a pair of hands came around her waist and quickly tore the top button of her shorts away again.

She whipped around to find Stephanie behind her. AJ advanced towards her, forcing Stephanie to back away. She forgot about her half-uncovered state for the moment as a thousand different ways to humiliating the Billion Dollar Princess went through her mind. AJ grabbed Stephanie by her long locks and cocked her head. She had that mad look in her eye again.

“Do you want the world to see you in your bra and panties, Steph?” said AJ so the camera could hear.

Stephanie shook her head and gently lowered herself to her knees as AJ continued to pull on her hair. AJ stood over Stephanie with a blank stare. Stephanie could only mouth her protestations as AJ had her way with her.

With no way out, Stephanie sprung into life and drove her fist with as much force as she could between AJ’s legs. The champion had the wind knocked out of her. Her black painted fingernails loosed their grip on Stephanie’s hair as she doubled over and took a step back. Stephanie saw her opening and she seized both sides of AJ’s shorts. She threw her bodyweight into the effort and dragged the shorts down to the very top of her thighs.

AJ’s black thong came into view, displaying the curvy lines of her ass. AJ screamed and threw her legs out as hard as she could to stop the shorts from coming down any further. The zip strained to release itself. AJ knew most of her ass was on show, but she tried desperately to put it out of her mind as she fought against Stephanie.

Natalya was coming around and she saw what was going on. Stephanie had done the work for her. Ignoring the fact everyone could see her bra, she got up and yanked at the black leather straps. That fashion accessory worked against AJ as the shorts came down to her knees. Natalya tackled AJ and wrapped an arm around her neck in a front face lock.

AJ’s ass stuck in the air in nothing but a black thong, bra, and a pair of converse shoes as Stephanie tugged the shorts from her knees and removed them from her ankles. The bell started to ring and Natalya’s music began to play for the second time that night. She had won the Diva’s Championship.

“The winner of this match, and new Diva’s champion…Natalya,” said Lillian into her microphone.

AJ desperately struggled against the front face lock. The crowd couldn’t see her face go red, but they could see everything else. She flailed her hands behind her in order to try to cover her ass, but it wasn’t working.

Stephanie waved the shorts in the air and laughed as Natalya’s music continued to ring out. She slapped AJ’s ass as hard as she could. The sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the arena. Stephanie hit her again, before Natalya released the hold.

AJ scurried out of the ring and ran as fast as she could to the back, but not before a thousand camera flashes caught every inch of her. Those images would be beamed on message boards around the world for years to come.

Whilst Natalya raised her new title in the air, Stephanie was sure AJ wouldn’t show her face around here again. Successfully humbled, if the former champion ever wanted to come back she would have to start right from the very bottom, and Stephanie would make sure that wouldn’t happen.