A/N: HELLO! This is my…give me a second…um…oh yeah FIFTH story! Thank you to everyone who followed/favorite/PM'd/reviewed/ etc. my previous stories. It's so great to know that at least SOME people like my writing. Even those 20 something "only" reviews mean a lot to me. If you have requests or suggestions, PM me, email me, or review one of my stories. All reviews are set so that an email is sent whenever I get a review so I read them ALL. OK so you want me to start the story? OK, ok, ok, IF I must. Ok I'll stop talking. Here we go! The debut of….

P.S.: If you hate it, tell me. Seriously, I only spent like 50 something minutes in class to write it so if it sucks, my genuine apologizes. And this is an AU, kind of. No storylines. And the reality/logic stuff is kind of messed up so don't say it's unrealistic. I KNOW!

"Of A Showoff and a Goat-Faced Midget"

(Enjoy PeopleJ)

"Please, no, stop", she whimpered. Her red puffed up eyes looked up, pleading to the figures above her. One of them held a metal baseball bat that had a large dent in it. The other one had his knuckles dripping blood. Her blood. That one was short, had a tangled, messy and long beard and was blonde. He looked like the offspring off a goat. The one with the baseball bat was taller, thinner, and had bleach-blonde locks of hair that looked like it came out of a meat grinder. At his feet was a blue metal briefcase. It was empty and was pretty dinged up but it sure hurt like hell when it had connected with the back of her head. But then again, she was worse off than the briefcase by a trillion.

A line of blood dripped down from her forehead. There was a cut below her right eye and her lips were chapped and split. Her tattered top hung from her bruised shoulders. Her ribs and stomach were plastered with blue, black, and purple and there were a few cuts as well. Her arms were tattooed with fingernail imprints and burns from being held too roughly. And she was pretty sure that her left leg was broken as well. All because I loved "him". He who wasn't there at the moment.

Her dark brown eyes looked at the men, begging. Daniel just smirked. He turned to Dolph, nodding his head curtly. Dolph nodded back pulled out a gun; a sniper gun. He handed it to Daniel, and then left the room, the door's bang echoing around the room. Daniel pushed her head up with the barrel of the gun. "Run, run little girl. No one's going to save you this time," he hissed maliciously. With that, he unchained her from the wall, leaving just the extra long chain that was around her unbroken leg. She slumped to the floor, exhausted. Daniel headed out the door, the lock clicking behind him. Her eyes traveled to the glass "spectator box" that was on the other side of the enormous room. The chain was long enough so that she could reach the door if she wished. 2 minutes later, Daniel joined Ziggler in the box, gun in hand. He pointed the barrel at the wall behind her and she turned around. The wall panel turned around and an AK-47 appeared strapped to the wall. She cautiously pulled it down to her on the floor. Oh yeah, her leg was DEFINITELY broken. She looked back at Daniel, the gun clutched to her chest. He stood there, gun-free, with his arms wide open. He was taunting her. She went with her first instinct and shot a couple rounds at the chamber. The glass cracked but Daniel just smirked. It wasn't glass. It was BULLETPROOF glass. Her heart fell. The gun was useless. She dropped it, surrendering. Daniel showed no emotion and stuck the gun barrel into the hole that had been cut into the glass. "Goodbye worthless," he murmured before he pulled the trigger. She didn't even notice because at that moment, the door was kicked open. There he was with his taped wrists and his buzzed hair, his green eyes gleaming with hatred. She heard the shot. She shut her eyes preparing for the worst. She had felt dizzy for the last hour or so but now it took extreme effects. She fell to the floor and the bullet missed. "Phil," she rasped, reaching for him. Then she collapsed a second later.

"AJ," a voice said faintly.

"AJ".

That was the last thing she heard before passing out. So why was she hearing it now?

"AJ, please. Princess, if you hear me, give a sign, anything. Please. You're safe. I love you. Please AJ." she heard.

Punk!

There was a squeeze on her hand and she slowly opened her eyes to see 2 shinning orbs of green staring gently back at her. She was cradled in his arms against his chest and he was softly rocking her. His soothing scent invaded her senses. But there was also the smell of blood; her blood. It was now dried down her cheek and on the remains of her shirt. He stopped rocking her.

"AJ," he sighed, relieved that she was OK.

He leant down and pressed his lips to hers, tasting the blood. She kissed back softly. She tried to move but that just caused a soft groan of pain. Punk pulled back.

"Shh…it's ok. Stay still, you're injured. They can't hurt you anymore." he said. With the effects of the drugs gone, the pain was there full on with no resistance. Tears began to roll down her cheek as she hid her face into his shirt, shutting her eyes again. She took shallow ragged little breaths.

"He saved me," she thought. He had saved her. Didn't know how but she didn't give a sh*t at the moment. She was back in his arms and that meant the world to her. She pressed soft kisses to his chest, thanking him; telling him that she still loved him. He gave a small, sad smile. Sure that he had saved her from potential death but she was broken both physically and mentally.

"I'm so sorry April. I'm so, so sorry. I could have prevented this. I should have been there, to protect you." he whispered. His own eyes were beginning to water was well. She pressed a single, hard kiss to his chest, her way of saying "I forgive you". He kissed the top of her head. "Let's get out of here," he smiled softly at her. He felt her give a small smile in return and she nodded. He carefully took her off his lap back into his arms. He gently got back to his feet trying to keep his walking to a minimum. She was only out for 15 minutes but those 15 minutes were torture. Still snuggled into Punk's chest, she thought off everything. Their first kiss, when she pushed him through the table, when they teamed together against Kane and Bryan. She turned a little and looked at her hand. It was still there. The simple yet elegant and beautiful diamond engagement ring. It had been 3 months since he proposed. She smiled a little at the memories. Punk smiled back, noticing her look at her ring. 4 hours after Bryan burst through the hotel door, she was back in Punk's strong arms; exactly where she should always be. Punk carried her out of the warehouse and started walking. It was a long walk back. When he got back from the arena and heard about AJ some 2 hours later, he ran the 8 miles not even bothering to go get his car. With AJ in his arms, he started walking back towards the hotel. Her nightmare was over. Or at least…for now.

A/N: WELL?! Hate it? Love it? I dunno know what you think. Please review. It can be short but let me know what you thought of the first chapter. I plan to stick up the next chapter tomorrow. It will be the rescue in Punk's POV. Just letting you know. Thank you! Hope you liked it!

-SARAH