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My Summerslam has Kaitlyn v. Layla for the Divas, Kane v. Daniel and Punk v. John Cena v. the Big Show. Deal with it. *Grinning*. Enjoy.


A.J. started walking the halls of the Staples center; hands tucked in her jeans pocket and she wore a confused frown on her face. Normally the area backstage would filled with the employees and athletes getting ready for the day ahead, but this time, the backstage area was completely empty. No catering table, makeup station, not even a sign to the McMahon office took up the space. No one was around and AJ was all alone.

She yelled out into the halls, glancing around in fear and suspicious, and trying her best not to freak out about it. After turning her back again, this time, a little boy stood in the center of the hall. AJ stared back at him and as she walked closer to him, she noticed the stream of tears on the cheeks. The kid was small and slim, looked to be around the age of five or six. Then, she stopped completely in her tracks and the child ran into her, hugging her tightly and sobbing. The boy had big ears and was dressed in black shorts, Red Converse shoes and a small child size In Punk We Trust shirt. A.J. was staring at a younger Phil Brooks and it freaked her out.

"He needs us." The little boy mumbled against her shirt and she kept looking around hoping to find someone to come out and help her. "Come on April."

"A.J!" she turned to the sound and couldn't find where it was coming from. The little boy was pulling her arm hard towards the corridor area, taking her pass a stream of unconscious bodies. She gasped once she saw Kaitlyn and Sheamus lying on the ground on top of one another, John was next to Eve in a pool of blood, and then Daniel was face down on the ground next to Colt and Brie. She screamed when she tripped over Amy, who had blood pouring from the open wound in the back of her head. The little boy helped her off the ground and she started to run with him. "A.J!"

The little boy pulled the curtain back to see Punk, fighting with a tall built individual on what looked to be the ring set for Raw. She then screamed when Punk was placed in a Kumari Lock, his body was locked and his arm pulled back by Drew Galloway. She ran down to the ring as fast as she could and slipped in, then stopped as Drew looked back at her, frowning and looking between her and the little boy. Shaking her head, she started to tear up and fell to her knees, crying with the little boy, "Drew, please…"

With a second to waste, he groaned and whispered, "I really don't want to do this A.J." And once he pulled back on Punk's arm, it snapped, breaking as Punk cursed out in pain. He stood up and grabbed her arms, shaking her and pulling himself closer as she screamed. "Talk to me A.J." she struggled as he hugged her tightly. "TALK TO ME! A.J.!"


Her eyes opened up and she jolted upward from her spot. She frantically glanced around the room to see Colt's foot sticking out a bunk outside the room, and an episode of Dragon Ball Z playing on the TV. AJ slowed her breathing down and ran her hands over her face and through her hair, frustrated over the nightmare that haunted her for months.

The dream would change when more people got involved. At first, it stopped at that youth size clone of Punk crying for help. Then, he was begging her to save Phil and lead her to people who helped her lying unconscious. Tonight however, watching Punk and Drew wrestle was new. Drew did not look angry, dangerous or vicious, but sad, regretful and apologetic when he begged for her attention. Something wasn't adding up. The universe was trying to tell her something, she just didn't know what it could be or why it would involve everyone.

She rose out of CM Punk's bed and threw on a pair of her sweats to go to the fridge, itching for a bottle of cold water that would help her relax a bit. The day of Summerslam finally arrived and she would be attending the show with Amy and Colt as a guest, not an employee. She would still get access backstage and she was nervous, she didn't know how everyone would react to her visit. It didn't scare her to be around people anymore, but knowing some of her coworkers would pity or judge her for her situation made her stomach churn nervously.

She sipped her water and decided to get off the bus for some fresh air, putting her badge on and placing her hair in a ponytail. She saw some of the employees working in the arena to set up with other buses parked next to theirs but the arena was still pretty empty and only a few superstars had arrived. She walked to the locker room area and saw someone in one of the rooms, punching and kicking a standing dummy. Breaking her lips for a small smile, she grabbed a water bottle from a catering table and slowly walked in to the room, watching Daniel Bryan punching away and practicing. He stopped once he saw her and laughed, patted the sweat away from his face before taking the bottle from her. "Hey Ape."

"Hey Bry. I would hug you but I know Brie gets first dibs." He chuckled with her as they both looked at the dummy.

"Punk gave me the okay on the dummy. He's outside on the phone with a radio station for his last media interview for the day. We didn't want to wake you earlier."

"That would explain the extra space I was tossing around in." She looked at her watch and frowned at the time. "It's five-thirty in the morning."

"I know. The gym at the hotel wasn't open. And I need the stretch out for my big Red ass kicking later." He glanced at her with high eyebrow as she tilted her head in amusement.

"You should have never 'committed' me into a mental hospital. He wouldn't have to defend my honor." She jeered with a huge smile and he snickered. "But, thanks for keeping me alive. I'm glad the WWE hasn't decided to get rid of me."

"Guess you heard about Sofia huh?" A.J. sighed when Daniel brought it up. She didn't know what was happening to the girls she spent time with for years, learning the same tricks and trades needed to get their careers started, who were now dropping like flies. She didn't want to be the next fly, sprayed with Raid and thrown in the trash like nothing. "That's not happening to you. You know that."

She nodded with a tight smile while looking at the dummy while he continued, punching and kicking it down. It was interesting to see Daniel, Eve and Punk use their MMA tricks and moves in the ring or during practice. She knows it takes years to perfect, but having the basics is a plus and a second language in pro wrestling skills. "You guys did a number on him."

"I know. It's a rental." He stopped kicking and looked down at her, panting over his workout. "So, let's try it out." She shook her head and he laughed, digging through a bag and pulling out a small pair of MMA gloves and hand wraps. "It's five in the morning and you're up. You need to relax. This will help."

"This won't end well." She kicked off her shoes and approached the floor mat, then took the gloves and as he wrapped her wrist up, she sighed, which was a sign for Daniel to lend his ears to her.

"So, what woke you up?" he asked as he finished it, watching her flex her hands before placing the gloves on her.

"You know, another day in dreamland." She snapped, watching him place aim mitts on his hands. "I've been having this weird nightmare that won't go away."

"About the attack?" Daniel asks quickly as she slumped her shoulders trying to relax. "What was it about?" she exhaled again and remembered what her dad used to tell her. When you dream a dream more than once, it's a platform for an event coming in your life. Maybe telling someone about it would make it easier on her.


"Thanks for having me Mark. Later man." He hung up and walked back to his locker room stretching, and then heard groaning and breathing that he knew came from Daniel. Peeking in the room, he snickered when he saw his petite brunette on the ground, pulling Daniel into a submission hold. With Daniel nodding, he cursed to himself once Brie walked in, yelling at A.J. and having Amy follow them out.

He noticed the move and could help but smile as he walked out. She was applying the Guillotine choke, a move that Daniel used to put many opponents away during his NWA run. She kept her shoulders off the matted ground and Daniel wasn't really screaming in pain, but for A.J. to apply more pressure.

"You two are crazy!" Brie yelled at A.J. as she kept the hold on. "You're going to knock him unconscious."

"That's the point honey. This isn't a hug, it's a choke hold." Punk said as they turned to him, watching him walk past to look at the move. After seeing Daniel's face get red (and not matter how entertaining this looked), he had to pull the plug. "Okay, that's enough April." She let go of Daniel's head and he gasped her air, getting a frown from A.J. as he reached up for Brie.

"Daniel was supposed to stop me guys." She huffed with her arms out in frustration.

"I…didn't….tap….out." he huffed out as Brie rubbed his head. "I said…wait…until I…" he snatched the bottle of water from nearby and guzzled it down, smiling at her and causing Brie to push him away with an attitude. "Tap out. You were supposed to make me tap out. And if this were a match, CM Punk would have cost you the Divas title via a distraction from outside the ring to a referee and your opponent would have set you up for their move and pinned you for the victory."

After letting it sink in, Brie nodded in agreement and Amy frowned in understanding. A.J. smacked Punk's chest and he flinched, rubbing it and pouting playfully at her. "I wanted him to tap. He said it was okay. I can handle myself better now! You know that." She yelled out in anger, taking her hair from the ponytail and tearing off the glove as she walked into the bathroom upset. He groaned and actually felt really bad, seeing how disappointed she was about losing her 'match'. Amy gave him a sarcastic 'good job' eye with a tight smile as he shrugged defensively, walking past her as he headed into the bathroom.

A.J stood up with her hands stretched across the sink counter, her backside poking out and her breathing causing her chest to rise. Once she ran her fingers through her hair to move her locks away, he got a good look at her face, seeing her show displeasure again. "I'm sorry for butting in Apple Jacks. I didn't know you were helping Daniel."

"It's the other way around and it's fine."

"He put you in that move?"

"No." she snapped, turning her back to face him. "He told me what to do and I copied it."

He pointed his finger to outside with a grin. "You just learned that?"

"Yeap." She answered with a pop and titled her head with a bright smile for Punk. "Impressed?"

He nodded while bowing his head for a shy grin. "Honestly, I am. For Bryan to turn blue on any hold is impressive." She started beaming as Punk stood in front of her, placing his hands on both sides of the counter and facing her with the grin still on his face. "It was um…kind of sexy."

"Really?" she asked in a low voice as she glared in a cocky way. "Kind of?"

He snickered as she tucked her hair behind her ears innocently and traced her other finger along his arm slowly. "Sorry. It was awesome, but you already know that." Goosebumps immediately rose on his body as she kept her eyes on him and her nails on his tattoo trail. "The sun rises in twenty minutes. The roof of the Staples Center has an awesome view. Let's watch it."

"Just us?" the hint of hope and excitement made his heart speed up. He wasn't joking about this cheesy shit, because his dreamy side used the 'Let's be alone' suggestion to get laid. But for her, it was just to have time.

"Just us."

She nodded and pointed to the toilet. "I'll just need to use the bathroom. I'll meet you outside." he mouthed an okay as he walked out.

When he entered the room, he jumped to see Amy, Brie and Daniel all staring on with huge grins of their own. He gave the ceiling a hard blink, "How much of that did you hear?"

"Oh along with the stuff you said on the bus Thursday? It's enough to write a fanfiction about." Amy joked as Brie and Daniel snickered.

"Whatever. I'm going to hang with her for a bit. Don't alert the media." Brie and Amy placed a hand over their chest in awe, watching Punk walk away with a smile on his face and happy that he finally made a move.

"I'll be looking for the 'Punklee' fangirls when they mark about this." Punk frowned at the nickname Daniel used as he shrugged. "Hey man, I don't come up with it, I just laugh about it. I mean, there's CM-AJ, A.J. Punk, C.M. Lee, oh and our personal favorite…" he pointed to Brie who tilted her head with a smile.

"OTP: I dig crazy chicks." She chimed.

"I hope the birds in his beard don't crap in your mouth the next time you have sex." He chuckled out as AJ walked out, smiling at everyone and looking at Punk. "Ready?" she nodded and looked down at his extended hand to intertwine her fingers between his while they walked out, waving to everyone and looking happier than ever.


Thirty minutes into Summerslam

Colt was right. Dr. Grey was right. Hell, the WWE universe who voted for her to be with him at No Way Out was onto something. It was human nature for A.J to have feelings for him. From the look in his eyes, he had feelings for her as well, and was respecting her enough to wait for the right moment to act on it.

"So what happened? That was it?" Eve asked while sitting with Amy and Kelly Kelly, watching Kaitlyn's match with Layla on a locker room TV.

"Yeah. I mean, we joked around. But we talked mostly. Either way, it was …."

"Romantic."

"Special." Kelly blurted.

"That sounds like a cheesy 80s teen film." Amy chuckled out as Eve snapped her fingers and pointed to her with a smile.

"That's what I was thinking." A.J. agreed as Eve shook her head.

"But I agree. I'm happy it finally happened. Totally saw it coming."

"Yeah, just like I totally saw you sneaking into your room at four a.m. this morning." Eve's face froze as A.J. gasped with Amy. "Spill." Kelly poked her with a death stare.

"Oh…. We should watch Kaitlyn match, that can wait till later." Eve yelled while folding her arms and turning back to the match, totally avoiding the question as they continued to watch.

"C'mon Kait." AJ whispered as Kaitlyn went for the backbreaker in her match. It was championship match, and even if she wasn't set to win, the match itself was huge for Kaitlyn. This was the biggest match of her career. She needed to show her skills show everyone why she could be a future Divas' champion.

"Wow, she's really doing better in the ring." Eve said as they started to pay more attention. After Layla went for a running bulldog successfully, she quickly stopped and started wincing. While sitting on the mat, she started holding her glitter-braced knee, the one she injured and repaired a year ago, in pain. "That doesn't look good."

"She's not selling that is she?" Tamina asked as all the divas started watching eagerly. "Why isn't he calling off the match?" A.J. shrugged as the ref kept checking on her. She just shook her head and limped up to continue the match. Kaitlyn stood up and Layla went to kick her down, but Kaitlyn quickly caught her leg, reversing it with a clothesline. She then executed her Bodyscissors move, but this time, turning Layla over and pinning her. A.J. and Eve looked shocked as the ref was able to successfully count to three. A.J. screamed in excitement as Kaitlyn kneeled on the ring floor, holding her jaws and face with both her hands through her hair as the shining butterfly belt was handed to her.

"Was that supposed to happen?" Kelly asked as she clapped it up with the rest of the shocked Divas in the room.

"I don't think so." Natalya said, laughing as Eve shrugged. Kaitlyn celebrated in the ring, leaving Layla in shock and still holding her knee in pain outside. Kaitlyn even stopped celebrating to see if she was okay, but after Layla clearly showed she wasn't, she cut her own celebration short by leaving the ring and giving Layla a hand, lending her shoulder to help her friend to the back.


"Why would I want to do this?"

"Because the match revolves around her and to just have the match would be boring. Plus, it will show her how the fans really feel about her absence."

Stephanie looked up to her husband, who just looked bothered and stressed out. He has to get in the ring later with that freak of nature Brock Lensar, and he already got his father in laws voice in his ear about the booking issues. Now, he's being approached by Daniel Bryan and CM Punk with about a way to save their girlfriend. He did hope for A.J. returns. He was already in enough heat for the rumors on the Divas being aimed to kill by him for the Tag Teams, having her back would help him get on good graces. But doing what they wanted him to do today wasn't a bright idea for it. "I think this is just going to pressure the situation."

"What pressure? Creative planned to have Kane go off the deep end when Daniel beats him. Why not have the match be stopped for forty seconds while her music plays?" Punk argued.

"Time is overblown, I had to make the Divas match a seven minute upset and cut the Clay/Sandow just so Vince would get off productions ass."

"Paul please, she's thinking of leaving." Daniel mentioned that and Stephanie's eyes widened while Hunter glared even harder. "Relax, she's not talking to anyone, but she might leave to train somewhere else, and if we don't show her value, she might stay there."

"The match will end the same way but just place the song and halt it." Punk included.

Stephanie ran her hands over her hair and Hunter sighed, finally nodding in agreement and looking at them. "Fine. Can it be done?"

Stephanie shook her head while looking at the script. "Um…. Okay. I'll set it up."

Punk nodded. "Thanks guys."

"Yeah, it better fucking end the right way or you'll have a right hand from the Big Show tomorrow." She yelled while walking away with Hunter, and leaving the two next to Punk's locker room.

"You really think it'll work?" Daniel asked.

"I hope so. Colt told me she already reached out to WWC."

"Whoa, in Puerto Rico?" He nodded and Daniel shook his head. "Why there?"

"I think my best friend is helping out way too much and A.J wants to be like her role model, so she'll do anything to get better, including following in Amy's footsteps."

"Hopefully, nothing like that happens." Daniel scoffed out while walking towards the curtain, headed to his match with Kane and leaving Punk thinking.

"Hopefully is right."


"Amy!" Sheamus ran up to her when she walked out the locker room, having her small smile disappear once she saw how upset he was. "I thought ya stuffed that letter back in da bag."

"I did. You're black gym duffle you came to the house with." He wiped his forehead off while Amy just frowned in confusion.

"Ya sure?" she nodded as he shook his head. "It's not there."

Amy looked petrified once he said that. "I… who else had a black bag? It was Nike and had…." She froze once she remembered what was sticking out the bag, and how rushed she was to leave the house with all of them before the game that she regrets not paying attention to it until now. "Fuck."

"Any reason why they would make you watch?" Derrick asked as watched Daniel and Kane go at it. The match was already five minutes in and Kane was dominating the match.

She fixed her glasses while shaking her head. "Daniel just told me to watch. I don't know why."

Nine minutes go by and Stephanie walked in the room to see A.J. watching with everyone. She hadn't seen her since the hospital stay and it was kind of relieving to see her back, even if it wasn't full time. She was also rooting for her return. No diva in the back had the passion to be here like she did, and it remind her of a certain girl who grew up loving this family business and now had a major role in it.

"Enjoying the show?" she asked while walking up to them, seeing A.J. smile as she took the empty seat next to her.

"Yeah, it's been really good. Not sure if Daniel's enjoying this match though." After Daniel slaps Kane, they all wince, knowing that he just canned his victory.

"I think he will." Stephanie chimed while a small smirk and A.J. frowned with Derrick in confusion.

"Why would…." Just as Kane was about to go for a choke slam, music blared from the speaker and the titantron reeled a video. Kane stopped grasping Daniel's throat and turned to the entrances as Daniel's eyes went wide with fear. Everyone just gets on their feet and starts cheering, chanting 'crazy chicks', making Daniel crazy as he counters a no scream, waving no at everyone and stomping around the ring while Kane just waits for someone to come down.

A.J. couldn't believe what was happening. Not only were people cheering and jeering Daniel, but they were cheering to her theme song. They wanted her to come out. Even though she'd been away for two months, she still got a reaction. She didn't know whether to cry or run out there. But after the music when off, Daniel faced the entrance and leaned over the ropes with a pissed off look, then turned to have Kane slam his hands around his neck, which he executes, but as he goes for a pin, Daniel locks him in and rolls him into a pin. After getting the 3 count, Daniel quickly runs out and runs up ramp leaving an irate Kane in the ring.

"What the hell…." Stephanie held up her hand and pointed to the screen for them to keep watching.


"WHERE IS SHE! A.J.! A.J!" Daniel kicks a trash can and flips a cart while running through the area. He's huffing yelling while everyone looks at him in confusion. "Where is she?! I had you sent away! How did you get out! A.J.!"

"Daniel!" Booker T and Teddy Long came with a few refs to calm Daniel down as he shook his head is anger. "Daniel! Calm down man."

"I know she's here! Where is she? How did she get out?"

"She's not here man. The Tech guy must have messed up. But Daniel, you need to chill out player." Teddy spoke up, but Daniel quickly grabbed his jacket and spat out in anger.

"She almost cost me that match! She's not supposed to be here! NO!" The yes chants are still going on and Daniel starts screaming no in Teddy's face as everyone tried to pull him off of Teddy. Booker T yells for him to calm down as he keeps going as they turn on a small commercial.


"I don't understand." A.J. finally spoke as Stephanie stood up, wearing a huge smile after witnessing the reaction.

"I do. The fans have a new favorite. When you come back, those reactions will be normal, maybe even louder. But you have to put in the work to make it happen." She looked A.J. in the eyes, nodding and mouthing enjoy before she walked away, leaving A.J. with her last thought.

"That was pretty cool." Derrick said. "A reaction like that hasn't happened in a while for a diva."

A.J. turned back to the TV and bit her lip. It was a huge wake up call. People actually liked her, and since it had a lot to do with her character, it would have been louder and better if her in ring moves were impressive. If she proceeded on as another great wrestling diva, they would love her.

It's what she's dreamed of since she was a teenager, and people didn't think she belonged in the WWE. If she left to train and returned with a kick ass fresh attitude and moves, no one would underestimate her. No one would see her as weak. No one would think she needed protection.

What happened tonight made her decision easier to make.

Kaitlyn walked towards the locker room, getting a round of applause and pats on the shoulder from the divas as she entered. She couldn't get over her win and was over the moon. Hopefully Sheamus wins his match so they could celebrate together. She giggled to herself at the thought of her and Sheamus talking and seeing one another again. Being around him lately has calmed her nerves and made her feel so much better about everything that happened in the last two months. Sheamus was a great person to talk to, witty most of the time, and was the perfect gentleman. But most of all, she could tell him anything and feel secure about it or not be judged by him for it. She could official trust him, which was a feeling she needed to have in order to move on to the next step if he wanted to.

She opened her garment bag for her dress and then dug for her shoes in her gym bag. After finding one shoe, she spotted something next to her make-up bag and frowned. Looking around to see some of the girls still talking and getting dressed, she slowly pulled the paper from the bag and read the writing.

She felt her stomach turn when she noticed the handwriting and who it was addressed to. It started to hurt her heart when she realized who it was from. Only one person had access to this letter before her. A million thoughts began to surface into her brain as she read it. When was it written? Why did Drew write it? And why wasn't it handed to A.J. as soon as he got it? The thought of him not telling her about it hurt Kaitlyn even more.

"Kait!" She jumped while she turned around, having Tamina snap back a bit with a chuckle. She took a deep breath and kept an exhausted look on. "Whoa. You okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah T, I'm cool just…" She turned back to stuff the envelope in her makeup bag and pick it up, smiling at Tamina nervously. "Just a little high with energy still."

"Can't blame you there. You did great. And now, everyone is going to be looking out for you on the road to Night of Champions."

"I know." She looked at the bag and licked her lips, thinking of what to do with the letter. Giving it to AJ wasn't the best thing to do here, but after the event, she had to let her best friend know what was going on. She blinked while Tamina laughed. "I'm sorry. I just…I think Layla has been stealing my eyeliner." Tamina raised an eyebrow and Kaitlyn quickly searched for a better excuse. "You know how much we've been pranking each other and I'm hygienic when it comes to makeup so, can you just hide this in your bag until the event is over?"

Tamina nodded with a slight look of confusion while Kaitlyn handed it to her. "I'll keep it safe, but you owe me."

"Thanks." After they hugged it out and Tamina put the bag in her locker. As Kaitlyn tried to hold back tears she threw on a shirt to cover her gear and walked out the locker room, on the way to look for the person or people that kept this from her best friend.


I love a good cliff hanger don't you? No? I think you'll hate me after this. You will...please don't throw that chair or ladder that your glaring at. Please don't. I promise, it apart of a super master plan to get them together. Let's just hug it out until the next chapter. So #Hug it out in the reviews if you agree.

I think I've giving a plug to all my favs. Not Yet Over by DemonicXaliv, More Than Words and Think Twice by UnbelievinglyRandom, Games We Play by MyChaosTheory, Hard to Handle by Jean-theGuardian, and Starting It All by AmandaEchelon. Another non-PunkAJ story I've been reading is titled One for the crown by stainedheart. It's Diva-centric on the woman of WWE past and present and its the inspiration for how Amy fits in the story, which is going to be huge. Everyone should kiss icebabesfire's hand for helping me cause this story would be awful if it wasn't for her.

I'll see you all three weeks. Headed to the UK to which big sister marry one awesome international dude. And I'm on supportive bridesmaid duty...and I'll be sightseeing in between. I'll be watching Raw from a country house in Bristol when it's like 3 am in the UK so if you wanna chat, hit the tumblr page! And don't forget to review after reading!

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