Short chapter compared to the previous ones, but it gives you a little something for a Monday :)

Last night's Night of Champs was perhaps the best PPV that the WWE has put on in months...I don't want to spoil anything, so I won't say anymore, but once the WWE Championship match is on youtube, I recommend you watch it...ending was unexpected, but the rest was pretty good...

Thanks so much for the reviews and adds that came with Chapter 49, and even though I said last chaopter this was going to be wrapping up soon, it might be going a little longer then planned, which I'm sure I won't get complaints for :) Enjoy this chapter and another 3 hour Raw tonight :)

The next day Gabby woke up and couldn't wipe the smile off of her face. For the first time in a long time, she was looking forward to what the day was going to bring. Granted she had no idea what Punk would say to her, or even what she'd say to Punk, but regardless what words were exchanged, she couldn't forget that kiss and how it made her feel. She already knew she was fooling herself by saying she was over Punk, but the events at the Hall of Fame after party reassured that and made her realize exactly how she felt. Much like the first time he'd kissed her, she couldn't stop thinking about it and based off of what Punk had told her previously, there was nothing but good things to come.

Gabby took her time getting ready for the day and settled in to get a few things done before heading to the arena. Today was the big day and the last piece of her feature; even though she had no idea where she was going next, she was happy with the work she'd accomplished.

Punk was in the trainers room getting his limbs stretched and pulled as he attempted to relax and clear his mind, but it wasn't working out as well as he'd hoped. Despite Gabby's parting words telling him to get some sleep, he'd barely gotten two hours thanks to his thoughts running rampant, his brain refusing to shut down. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes feeling his leg muscles relax as his foot was pushed near his head, but the moment of solidarity was short lived.

As he left the trainers room, he put his headphones on blasting Rancid at a loud volume. He needed to focus, get in the zone…this was a big match, one of the biggest of his career and thinking about Gabby wasn't going to help him win. Granted he was winning regardless because that's what the script called for, but he still wanted to put on a five star match. Though he didn't always see eye to eye with Cena and couldn't stand The Rock, the three of them had come together to put on a show for the fans; a main event they deserved and would be talked about for years.

Sitting in a corner in his locker room, he rubbed the back of his neck as his thoughts started drifting back to Gabby; what was going to happen with them? As much as he was trying not to think about her, or the possibility of their relationship, he couldn't help not to. She'd left him with so many questions, the main one being what the hell changed her mind? One minute she was running from him, completely brushing off his advances, and the next she's dancing with him in very close proximity and kissing him…what does that mean? It was pretty obvious to Punk that there was no doubt Gabby still loved him, but was it enough to just forget about what he'd done and pick up where they left off? What about her life in Atlanta; was she leaving it and coming back to Chicago? Punk realized he was doing it again and leaned his head back against the wall smirking to himself. One thing was for sure, if she wanted to leave him guessing and wanting more, she'd succeeded…Just get through tonight and you'll have all the answers and then some…Punk smiled to himself, the idea of ending the night with the title and the girl was more then he could have ever asked for or expected to get.

Wrestlemania 29 kicked off with a bunch of pyro and fans screaming. Gabby was fairly impressed with the atmosphere she was in, it hyped her up to write a good piece and give the fans what they wanted and deserved. She hadn't been to a Wrestlemania since Adam's first appearance, so it was nice to sit back, enjoy the show and get paid for doing it; the luxury box that she was in with Adam and Jay helped sweeten the deal as well.

After three hours and fifteen minutes of non-stop wrestling, Gabby moved to the edge of her seat for the main event. She had been looking forward to watching Punk wrestle all day seeing it had been a few months; he was truly talented when it came to wrestling, but she was always fascinated that he never seemed to lose an ounce of his true self when he transformed from Phil Brooks to CM Punk. She always just saw Punk as her boyfriend with less clothing, not anything to complain about; he had been doing this whole heel turn thing and while most people thought he was a huge jerk, Gabby found herself more attracted to him for some reason. She shook the thought from her mind settling in as the bell rang signaling the start of the match.

Within fifteen minutes, Gabby was up and pacing the length of the booth. Though she didn't think it was possible, she was more nervous watching Punk wrestle this one match then she had ever been watching Adam, which was pretty sad seeing Adam always found his way into matches involving tables, ladders and chairs. Still something about this match seemed off to Gabby; Punk had been doing a great job both offensively and defensively, but he just didn't seem focused, which made Gabby worry. The whole reason she brought up talking later was so that he could focus on this very important match, but she was worried the plan had back fired on her. Surely he wasn't so wrapped up in thoughts of their relationship that he'd let it interfere with his career…no Punk wasn't like that…it was business first and foremost, personal stuff later. Just as the thought crossed her mind, she watched Punk botch a typical spot, one that he'd done thousands of times.

"Oh no…" Gabby sat down in her chair feeling her knees weaken, "Oh no, no, no…this can't be happening, no!"

"Gabby what is it?" Upon hearing Gabby's random reaction, Adam was right beside her wondering if she was okay.

"He's off…"

"What?"

"Punk, he's off…he's not focused, and it's all my fault…"

"Gabby don't be ridiculous, he's putting on one hell of a match, one of the best in his career."

"Adam he just botched a move he's done thousands of times! How can you say he's fine?"

"It happens Gab, calm down. Punk knows what he's doing out there, he's been doing this for over fifteen years, just relax." Gabby nodded, but retreated to chewing her nails feeling the knot in her stomach tighten. As much as she wanted to listen to Adam, there was something not right, and sure enough as the match neared it's ending point, her point was proven. She watched as Punk took a typical bump and didn't get up; Adam saw what happened and tried to calm down his now frantic sister.

"Gabby it's okay, he's alright, calm down…" As the words left his mouth, he watched the ref throw up the "X" signal and knew this was bad. Unsure of what to do, he took Gabby's hand exiting the box and running for the backstage area. In the midst of all the chaos, the match ending had been re-written and Cena was attempting to distract the crowd as he raised the belt above his head, but no one was having it. Instead the crowd watched in horror as an unconcious Punk was loaded onto a stretcher and taken to the back.

Adam and Gabby reached the back just as the stretcher came through the side curtain; as she saw Punk lifeless on the stretcher, she broke down all over again crying into Adam's chest. Adam asked the EMTs what the diagnosis was, but they didn't know much only determining that he needed to be taken to the ER for further testing. Not wanting to leave Punk alone, Adam pulled Gabby away from him forcing her blue eyes to meet his identical ones.

"Gabby listen to me, you need to pull yourself together. Punk needs you right now and you're not any good to him crying, so suck it up and get your ass on that ambulance. You're the best hand holder there is and he needs that right now." Gabby was taken back by Adam's tone, but she knew he was right; Punk did need her right now, even if this whole thing was her fault. If she wouldn't have been so selfish, wanting to remember the night as a perfect one, they would have talked everything through and he would've been able to focus, but that wasn't the outcome.

Gabby approached the ambulance and made to get on before she was stopped by the head EMT. "Excuse me miss, but you're going to need to ride to the hospital seperately, we can only allow family aboard."

Without thinking, Gabby blurted out the unexpected, "I'm his wife…" She couldn't believe what she'd just said, but quickly flipped her grandmother's birthstone from her right hand to her left showing the EMT. He still looked suspicious, but upon seeing the group of superstars gathering, all nodding in reassurance, he motioned for her to climb aboard.

Gabby took a few deep breaths to calm herself down as she took Punk's still tape wrapped hand in hers giving it a reasurring squeeze. "Alright you have my full attention now, though this was not the right way to get it. Regardless I'm a sucker for you…I love you Phil, I never stopped."

Did you see any of that coming?

Chapter 51 preview: Gabby heads to the hospital and waits anxiously as Punk is taken for tests...will Punk wake up, or is his injury more severe then anyone thinks?