"Alright AJ, I'm leaving now. See you around." Roman said as he walked out the front door of AJ's house. For Roman, the last seven days were probably the best of his life. Not only did he help a friend out, he also "helped" her if you know what I mean. Now, it was time to go back to work. He got into his car and drove off.

Little did he know that there was a certain pissed off clown waiting in the shadows.

With Punk

"Great." Punk thought to himself. "I get payed off to get rid of someone and I don't even know where he is. This sucks some major balls. Well, at least I'm still gettin' paid. Now I can kick back, relax and-"

Punk's phone rang and when he looked at the Caller I.D he saw it was his friend, Colt Cabana. He answered the phone.

"What do you want, Colt?" Punk asked impatiently.

"Well hello to you too, Punk. Anyway, you might want to go see AJ. Apparently she hasn't had any contact with anyone for the last week." Colt advised.

Punk had quite the history with AJ. After all, they were almost married. But of course he had to mess that up and tell her about a month before the wedding that he wasn't sure anymore. To his surprise, she took it pretty well. They've been friends ever since.

"Hello, Punk? You still there?" Colt asked.

"Yeah, I'm still here."

"So are you going or not?"

"Uh huh, I've got nothing better to do."

"Alrighty, then. If you excuse me I've got a Cubs game to get to, in my living room with a chili dog in my lap."

Punk laughed at that.

"Have fun, Colton."

Punk then hung up.

With Corey and Adrian

"You know what? I'm sick of doing these sporadic appearances in this goddamn story. Either give us an actual arc or we're leaving." Adrian said upset.

"Yeah, what the hell? Give us something. Why don't you do something with us and Eva Marie. Remember what I said about her?"

"Sorry guys, I've been busy with the main story. I can't give you anything in here, but I'll tell you what. I can give you guys your own story." Smart Mark offered.

"We'll take what we can get. Sir, you've got yourself a deal." Adrian accepted.

"Okay, back to the goddamn story."

With AJ

For the first time in a while, AJ didn't feel broken. In fact she felt happy. Nate didn't haunt her dreams anymore. She was actually turning back to her old self. It was all thanks to Roman and his, "friendliness". The former Divas Champion then decided to run herself a nice bath. She stripped down and stepped into the tub. It was very relaxing for her.

She sat in the bath tub with her eyes closed and without a care in the world, until the lights in her house shut off.

This made AJ extremely frightened. Still naked, she jumped out of the bath, ran into her bedroom and hid under her bed.

"AJ, come out to play-ay. AJ, come out to play-ay." A voice called out.

All of a sudden the lights turned back on.

AJ looked around to see that it was safe before she came from under the bed.

"It was probably a power outage." She said to herself.

AJ walked back to her bathroom and opened the door.

"You should've minded your own business, bitch."

Nate was standing right in front of her.

Her first instinct was to run, but Nate then tackled her to the ground. The carpet was scraping against her exposed skin.

"You know, this is kind of turning me on a little. With you being naked and all." Nate said smugly.

His words sent shivers down her spine.

"Please don't rape me." AJ begged.

"Why not? Is it because you've been getting pounded by that big Samoan fucker?"

AJ gasped. "How did you know about that?"

"You stupid bitch, how do you fucking think I know? I've been spying on you."

"Where?"

"You see that red Toyota Camry across the street? I stole Chris' car from him." Nate explained.

"But why? Why have you been spying on me? You already got rid of me."

"You fuckin' know why. You told Dean, Seth, and Roman about Punk."

"What are you going to do about it?" AJ teased.

"I'm going to do what I've been doing to everyone who I have contact with. I'm gonna you my bitch."

Meanwhile

Punk had just gotten out of the cab he took to get to AJ's house. He also had Kofi with him since he'd forced him to bring him. Apparently Kofi missed his road wife.

Punk and Kofi walked toward AJ's home and knocked on the door.

There was no answer.

They both sat down in front of the door.

"She probably left to go do something." Kofi suggested.

"Probably." Punk replied.

Kofi's assumption was proven false when they heard a scream come from inside the house.

Punk then got up and busted down the door.

"AJ! Where are you?!" Punk yelled.

He got no answer.

"Punk, go check the bathroom. I'll go check the bedroom." Kofi ordered.

"Alright."

Punk dashed up the stairs toward the bedroom and pounded on the door.

"AJ, are you in there?!" He asked.

He opened the door and no one was in there.

The tattooed man then ran back downstairs to the bathroom and opened the door.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw Kofi on the floor, unconscious.

Punk then got on his knees and tried to wake his friend up.

"Come on, Kofi. You've got to wake up, man."

That's all he remembered before he was hit in the back of the head with a frying pan.

Author's Note: That's right, people. I did not get shot. I am still alive. Your pal Mark was just sick for awhile. He's back now. Peace out, homies.