Admitting that help was very much needed was the best decision I could’ve ever made as it not only reignited that passionate fan in me, but lead me to a life of accomplishments away from the confines of a squared circle.

Everything seemed to be in the exact place that needed to be. . that was until Moe from the Doodlebops was caught fondling what’s mine. And, if you know any better, mama doesn’t play with what’s hers. One call and multiple punches later, here we are.

Things change, that’s inevitable. But, one thing that surely hasn’t is being able to play your cards right. The championships are the least of your worries when you’ve got bigger fish to fry and just as you had so carefully pointed out, you’d do anything for the one you love.

The bait that was so carefully placed was snagged up faster than you ran away; You created a mess that has spun out of control, but don’t you worry. . I exploit you, still you love me. ✭ NOT CMPunk. and I know *exactly* how to extinguish that fire. #RAW

Una cosa que debes entender es que cuando hablas por despecho, las consecuencias no tardan en llegar; Felicidades Jacy, ahora tienes la oportunidad de demostrar lo "grande" que realmente eres. #WWENXT

You’ve been waiting, I know. But here’s the thing about me—I don’t rush for anyone. When I finally open my mouth, it means something. So yeah, you waited. And guess what? Every second, every ounce of anticipation, every heartbeat—it was worth it.

Friday night was wild. I watched millennial parents leap out of their seats like they were kids again, screaming like they’d been transported back in time. That’s what happens when nostalgia slaps you in the face with reality. That’s not just wrestling—that’s the AJ effect.

Allow me to reintroduce myself for the people in the cheap seats: I’m AJ Lee. The woman who broke rules, broke ceilings, and broke the internet long before hashtags could keep up. And in case you missed it, I also happen to be your favorite wrestler’s favorite wrestler.

Back then, I wasn’t okay. Physically, mentally, emotionally—all a complete mess. I couldn’t put it into words then, but now I can: I wasn’t healthy. Walking away gave me the space to lose myself and, eventually, the strength to come back and find myself again.

Wrestlepalooza isn’t about championships or bragging rights. It’s not about holding something over your head for an Instagram picture. It’s about proving one simple truth: I was never a finished story. I was a prologue, and now you’re staring down the sequel.

This isn’t a comeback—it’s me skipping into your world and tearing it down piece by piece. I’m not here to follow rules or play by them. I’m here to turn your world upside down, leave my mark, and make sure nothing ever feels the same.

It’s mind-boggling how well Sol and I work together when it comes down to putting on a good show that’ll keep the audience invested, yet when there’s an opportunity for someone such as myself to finally have gold, suddenly there’s a miscommunication that costs us everything.

It’s bloody convenient, and it’s enough to make me want to slowly carve out the tastebuds from the next person who looks at me funny. All I wanted was to be able to say I finally had a title, just to once again wind up as the only one out of ZaRuca to not have a title. Go figure.

As much as I wanted to be able to say that I not only had three titles, I also wanted to be able to help get Zaria her first. I’m at least proud of the fact that every week we go out and prove to the audience why we deserve to be a team. Sometimes miscommunications happen.

They happen rarely, but I’m human, and I know Zaria understands that. I’d never willingly hurt her, she’s far too precious and should honestly be protected at all costs. Tuesday just wasn’t our night. What matters is that I’m still a double champion and ZaRuca is just fine. 😏🤙

To those who were wondering, even after a harmless, very convenient miscommunication that cost me an opportunity to finally win a championship while someone else has TWO — everything’s fine with ZaRuca. You can practically hear the birds singing. I TRULY couldn’t be happier.

A washed-up has-been turning up to NXT to one-up me at my lowest moment? Can’t say I’m shocked. No worries, though… I have zero issue sending him and his stupid selfie stick back ten years where they belong and were actually relevant. #WWENXT

Double the Dirty goes from dream to reality. Don’t miss a single second of greatness. #WorldsCollide

You two and this clown show that you’re running it comes to a stop here and now. You two aren’t the best in the world. You aren’t even the best in the building. Just two fashionistas pretending to be pro wrestlers. #WWERaw

#WorldsCollide                ————————————— Available on YouTube. Definitely should watch us beat them up