PART 12
LATER THAT NIGHT
Britney stood beside the ring, her hands resting on the apron as she watched the ongoing match in silence. Besides the occasional cheer or slap against the mat, she was unusually quiet. She hoped for the sake of the show that no one else noticed how out of it she was. She was still in shock, utter disbelief over what she and Jay were going to have to do in a few minutes, following this match he was having with Adam. She sighed distractedly, glancing up in the ring to see what was going on. She caught a glimpse of Adam, who had just nailed Jay with a spinning heel kick. Her gaze locked on him, and she frowned, wondering what in hell was going on in his mind. The two of them had barely spoken two words to each other since Britney found out about the change in storyline. It was so odd looking at him now... it was almost like the man she saw before wasn't her husband...
Britney winced and jumped back as Jay reversed a hold Adam had on him, flipping him right onto his back in front of her. He grabbed a hold of the ropes, struggling to pull himself up. As he slowly made his way to his feet, he glanced down at Britney, locking eyes with her. Almost as quickly as he had done so, his eyes darted away. He could see the disappointment in her eyes, and it made him want to stuff his boot in his mouth for even suggesting the idea to Stephanie. He knew it had to be done, though, and he continued on, shaking off the moment and focusing back on his match.
A few minutes later, Britney shifted out of her trance, noticing that Jay had slid out of the ring and headed over to the announcers table, approaching Lilian Garcia. He gestured for her to get up, yanking the steel chair up from underneath or her. He slid back in the ring, standing in a slightly crouched position as he eyed Adam, who was once again struggling to get to his feet. Jumping slightly, Britney made her way around to where Jay had just been standing, knowing that her cue was coming up.
Jay stood in the ring, listening in as the crowd jeered boos at him. He surveyed them slowly, giving them the cocky, malicious smirk that only Christian was capable of. Then, his gaze shifted as the boos slowly decreased and a chorus of slightly hesitant cheers rang through the arena. He turned around, meeting eyes with Britney, who was holding a steel chair of her own. Laughing arrogantly, he stepped towards her, eyeing her like a piece of meat. Britney's eyes widened just a little and she took a cautious step backwards, feeling around behind her for the ropes, as though she was preparing to make a run for it. Jay shook his head, turning away from her and back to Adam.
He stepped up to him, kicking his 'brother' in the stomach. He lifted the chair above his head, in obvious preparation for a one man Con-chair-to. Britney moved closer, pulling the chair back herself, aiming directly for his back. She closed her eyes and swung, smiling to herself as she heard the familiar sound of metal smashing against skin. When she opened her eyes, Jay was still standing before her... she had missed him - her apparent target - and nailed Adam right in the head, nearly knocking him out cold. She looked up at Jay, her eyes widening again as she realized what she had done. Jay laughed loudly as he peered over what appeared to be an unconscious Edge. He stood to the side, watching as the Canadian slowly began to move, struggling to stand *again*. He swung his chair back, readying himself to nail his opponent in the head. It was then that he - as well as the people in the stands - noticed a change in Britney's eyes. One would think that nailing one's husband in the head would be an upsetting experience, but the look on Britney's face was telling otherwise. Instead of a look of shock, grief, or disappointment, she was smiling... a twisted smile, one that matched Christian's perfectly. He grinned back, the two of them lifting their chairs simultaneously, nailing Adam with a *real* Con-chair-to, the sound of his skull smashing between the steel sending a sickening thud throughout the arena.
Once Adam's body dropped to the mat, both Britney and Jay stepped over him, positioning themselves over his body, just as the script had said. They gazed at each other, grinning evilly as Jay swooped his head down and kissed her. Adam, who was laying on the ground beneath the two, cracked his eyes open slightly, watching the two. Maybe his head hurt more than he thought, but to him, Britney and Jay appeared to be enjoying themselves. He waited and waited, knowing damn well that their kiss was only *supposed* to last for a few seconds. Britney threw her arms around Jay's neck, pressing up against him as he drew his arms around her waist. The two went at it for a good minute, ignoring the crowd - which had gone from a state of total shock, to deafening boos in a matter of seconds. They didn't stop until they heard the sound of Adam, clearing his throat from the mat below them. They separated, both of their eyes widening as they looked at each other. Britney frowned, silently screaming at herself for doing what she had promised herself not to. She and Jay had kissed alright, just like the script had called for...
The only problem was that they just might have *enjoyed* it.
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A few minutes later, Britney found herself storming to the locker room, an angered expression on her face, even though she had nothing to be angry over. If anything, she should have felt ashamed, and guilty nonetheless. She knew just as well as Jay did that they had crossed the professional boundary that had been carefully set for them. She could feel the tears just itching to well up her eyes, but she pushed them away. She sighed as she thought back to a few moments ago, when Adam caught up with them after he pushed through the curtain backstage.
"Hey!" he called to both her and Jay, quickly approaching them. "Hey... what was that?!" he demanded, placing his hands on his hips, his breathing still heavy from the match and from his running to catch up with them. Turning to face him, Jay regarded Adam with look that was almost bordering dislike.
"Just following the script, Adam... you know, the one you *asked* to be written!" he shot back, scowling at the man who was supposed to be his best friend. Rolling his eyes emphatically, Adam swatted the trainer, who had just approached him with an ice pack, away, glaring down at Jay.
"I did what I had to do," he replied through clenched teeth. "But nowhere in that script did it tell you to cop a feel on my wife!"
"Alright, so things got a little out of hand, but what the hell do you want from me? You cornered me with this fucking storyline, Adam! It's not like I had any time at all to prepare myself for it!" he cried in his defense.
"I *want* you to apologize," Adam replied lowly, "...to me, and to her."
Jay sighed, glancing back and forth between Adam and Britney. He was sorry alright, but the truth was that he wasn't sorry for getting carried away with Britney. If anything, his guilt was a result of his *not* feeling guilty for doing so. He didn't even care that he had basically made out with his best friend's wife - who also happened to be his girlfriend's cousin - right over top of him... that's how mad he was, how utterly furious he was for being shoved into this angle. Taking a step forward, Jay glared into Adam's eyes, getting right in his friend's face as he replied.
"Britney, I'm sorry that I disrespected you like that... I shouldn't have done that, and I really am sorry. As for you," he paused, pointing to Adam, "I refuse to apologize for something I'm not sorry for," he said coldly, before turning swiftly and storming away, leaving Britney and Adam alone.
Britney watched as Jay slowly disappeared from them, exhaling carefully. She turned to her husband, opening her mouth to speak. She didn't get a single word out, as Adam silently placed his fingers on her lips.
"Save it Britney," he said.
He stared at her for a moment more, before shaking his head and giving up, walking away.
