A/N: This is the last chapter...Most likely. The only thing I'm probably going to do is an epiloge, not a sequel cause I don't have the time and I'll further neglect other stories that I need to finish or ideas I want to do.
Not everyone was keen on the idea I laid out last update, but I think part of that was my explanation of it. Frankly there were and still are some wholes in the plan that I'm working out. If I can work all those out then I'll post it. Currently it's name is Demonic Salvation, so keep an eye out for it.

AJ had two promos to do that night one with Vickie and Punk, the second with Rock. Then she would be sitting at commentary for their match. She was determined to get it done and over with. She felt terrible and the day had been getting worse and worse for her. Nothing was helping either. She had been rubbing her stomach for an hour trying to sooth the unborn child inside. She had hardly gotten any sleep with Virginia tossing and turning it felt like inside of her.

AJ made a heavy sigh. "Colt." She looked over to Punk's best friend and right now one of her only friends. "Can you get me some ice cream?" She asked sweetly, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout to generate further sympathy.

"Fine. Sure you don't just want to go back to the hotel or home? Or maybe you should be in the skybox tonight." Colt questioned trying to reason with her. He knew well enough from watching that being at the annoncer's booth didn't mean you were safe and with her being pregnant it was slim chance that she'd even have a chance of moving out of the way.

"I'm sure. Just get through tonight and then I already asked to do a salitiete for Raw tomorrow." AJ explained. "My promo is in a few minutes so I'll meet you back here."

"OK, any particular ice cream flavor?"

"Anything chocolate." She answered. She hoisted her body up from her seat. Her stomach felt ten times bigger today than usual. She wobbled the hall for a short time before she felt a sharp pain. She clutched a container, stumbling when it moved from the force of her body leaning against it. She got it steady. She started taking in labored breathes, like ones Colt would repeat over and over during their travels along with preparation tapes that were played instead of regular music.

"AJ."

AJ knew who it was and did not even protest as The Rock rested one hand on her and another on the unstable container to kept it in place. She noticed the cameras behind him obviously ready for her part in their segment...Just none of them knew how unplanned this was.

She took in one last breath before slapping away the The Rock's hand. She took one hard look at him before giving a million dollar smile. She walked away unable to skip, but still with a small bounce in her step. There had been a script for that moment, but she always thought that a picture was worth a thousand words.

"AJ if you get involved in this match tonight then not only will I nufflify the match results, but you will be fired!" Vickie threatened.

"I don't think that will happen Vickie...See the Board isn't going to just wash away a championship match like this one. Plus everyone wants The Rock to win...What if I make that happen?! Then you come and say because I got involved the championship will remain with Punk. The Board might not be enthusiatic about tha decision...Then again they haven't liked much of any of your decisions. We all know the reason is showing up week after week is because no one trusts you. And all of your so called 'brilliant' ideas are coming straight out of Vince's mouth." AJ hissed and insulted. She may not have the strength to stand for this promo, but she was still letting Vickie have every inch of malice she could muster through the pain in her stomach.

"I think you mean Vince's ass." Punk interrupted with mild humor. "Vickie, why don't you go get somemore of Vince's golden turds while their fresh. He just went to the bathroom." He toyed pointing her to leave out of the room. Which she did not before scream at a high pitch frequency that left his ears ringing.

The promo ended there. The cameras watched Vickie's disappearance then panned back to the shut door of the room Punk and AJ were inside leaving fans and everyone else to wonder what sort of conversation they might be having inside.

"You look tired." Punk commented. She was not even looking at him or giving him any sort of response. He took this as a good sign. He moved over to her side. "AJ, how have you been sleeping?" He questioned. His tattoo hand reaching out and brushing strands of her hair out of her face. She still didn't flinch, but it only made him more relieved that he had gotten that close.

"I'll make sure to end the match quick. Make sure to rest afterwards." He promised. He kissed the top of her head running his hand through her hair. He gave a content sigh that she wasn't arguing with him. Pulling away he walked out of the room into the empty hall outside the room.

AJ waited for the door to close before whinning with pain. Tears fell from her eyes. One of her hands rested on her head, tangling in her hair. "Just a little longer, baby." She pleaded.

AJ had long abandoned the head set she was supposed to wear during the match. Punk and Rock had both crossed over to the announce booths multiple times. First, removing the cover then replacing it when they remembered she was there. Still that was not the purpose she took of the head set. Listening to Jerry, Cole and JBL was only making it harder to bear. Plus she was there to watch the match, not listen to outdated references and answer personal questions.

Big E was next to her like a faithful dog. Colt came out as well at her side and even though he had planned to tend for her, he was engrossed in the match. The crowd cheered with excitement as the Rock pulled the protective pad from his elbow. Bouncing from side to side against the ropes, the routine preformed just before-the lights went out.

AJ sat in her seat calmly listened to the screams of fans and the jostling inside the ring. She grabbed the headset again listening to Cole rave of the attack being done by Rollins, Ambrose, and Reigns. "I don't know what you're talking about, Cole." She smoothly and evenly spoke.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about AJ! You set this up!" Cole raved.

"Why does it have to be AJ's fault?! She's sitting right here and she's pregnant! She isn't attacking anyone!" JBL defended.

"Will you two shut up!" Jerry snapped just as the lights returned.

The Rock and Punk both laid out on the mat. Punk unmoved and unharmed from his position he had been in before the lights went away. The faithful Big E no longer in sight and neither were any other of AJ's fraction except Colt. Punk looked around seeing his lain out opponent. His eyes falling on AJ. She didn't even hint a smile to him, but he grinned. Punk blew her a kiss before going for the pin.

1…2…-

The Rock kicked out barely a second before the 3 count could finish. Punk pushed to his feet stepping purposefully on Rock's stomach as he walked to the ropes. Steadily climbing up the ropes he got to the top. He pointed out his fingers aiming straight at AJ before dropping an elbow to the heart. He still didn't go for the pin. He got up again and repeated the elbow. Finally hooking Rock for another pin…

1…2-

The Rock kicked out again. Punk growled with frustration. He grabbed the limp body that refused to give up. He dragged the carcass to the center of the ring. He coaxed the Rock up to his feet. He hoisted the body onto his shoulders. That's when he heard the scream. His head turned and he saw AJ sitting in her chair looking at the floor covered with a liquid that was certainly not water. Colt screaming at the medical personnel and announcer's calling that AJ's water broke.

The Rock's attention got caught by the scream as well. But not in the same way it was enough to jolt his brain and get him moving again. He fought out of Punk's grasp. He grabbed him and set him down for the Rock Bottom. He hooked Punk's leg and the ref started the count.

1…2…3!

A/N: Anyone who hates me for ending the chapter and technically story like this please review. If someone does want to write a continuation to this story themselve then I'll all for it, but you have to PM me and ask for permission. But all I'll be doing is an epiloge that will be...
Virginia[name of AJ and Punk's daughter if you don't remember] is around 5-7 years old and told through her view of things that happened since the end of this chapter both from stories she's heard and what she has seen.