Awwwww does everyone hate this pairing or something? Please read and review... I'm not getting any reviews....Thanks Tina for loving everything...and reviewing them all...this ones for you! :) Hope anyone who reads enjoys, because im in love with this fic lol

Somehow Amy had managed to slip away from Stacy, after a seemingly never ending battle about how this whole scheme was just fuelling the already undying passion she saw between the red head and Chris. Obviously Amy disagreed, which she made apparent by purposely loosing the former nitro girl somewhere in the arena. She had snuck away from her when the leggy blonde had to fix her make-up and had managed to make it all the way to catering without running into her again.

Grabbing a plate Amy made her way up the table to get something to eat, she wasn't really hungry but she hated to wrestle on an empty stomach. And she most certainly needed her energy tonight to take on Victoria to become the number one contender for the woman's championship. The Sanford couldn't think of a better way to stick it to the blonde, because that belt meant more then anything to the Canadian...even Jay.

Amy admired Trish's in ring determination, all feelings aside she was a tough competitor, but it would be no match for the red head...not with all the aggression she had pent up inside her and all of it was aimed at Trish.

Her heart dropped when she saw him, Jay, strutting into the room like he was everything anyone could ever desire. She hated his cocky in your face persona, yet somehow he had gotten to her. Amy hated the fact that she had fallen for a guy like that, but somehow she had...and hard.

His eyes scanned the room, suddenly freezing when his gaze fell upon her, a smirk taking over his face. "Well if it isn't the resident red head," He stated, walking towards her.

"Hello Jay," She offered, trying not to make eye contact with him, she didn't want to be weak in front of the blonde man, she didn't want him to know that he made her feel like garbage. Everyone always looked at her as the tough chick, the type a girl who would let a stupid thing like guy problems roll of her back like rain water...and normally they'd be right. Normally she was the cool, calm, collected chick, the one who everyone else depended on to be level headed...but ever since Matt broke her heart, and Jay swooped in to pick up the pieces, only to drop them again, she hadn't been able to hide the overwhelming hurt she felt. Amy just told herself to be strong, if he knew she was in pain it would only hurt more.

Jay's head swivelled around to look behind him, surveying the area, "So where's Irvine, Patricia tells me that he's dived down like the vulture he is to pick your bones."

Amy let out a heavy sigh, blowing the hair from her eyes, "What's it to you? Not like you ever gave a shit about me anyway."

He reached out to tenderly touch her face, "Of course I did,"

She couldn't almost feel herself smiling, but she held it in...She couldn't let him any form of reaction.

"Then when I got what I wanted from you I moved on," He continued, his smirk somehow growing wider, "I'd always heard red heads we better in bed and baby you didn't disappoint...it just wasn't worth it, it was always too much work with you. Sure you were wild but it took a lot of tequila to get you into bed that one night...Trish, well she doesn't need a whole lot of persuading. Don't me wrong doll...that night, that night was fun..." His eyes moved upward, trailing into his memory, gloating at her from his mind over what he'd accomplished. "But you were mostly a waist of my valuable time...guys don't really like that whole hard to get act."

The Sanford native could feel the hot tears sting her eyes, and forcing them back was harder then she wanted it to be. She didn't know what to say, what could she say? It seemed Jay had said enough for both of them.

Then without warning Chris came up beside her, laying his hand on her lower back. He smiled and moved his lips to her neck, kissing a trail up to her ear. "Mmmmm, I missed you baby..." Chris said, his voice low, almost a moan.

After what Jay had said she felt like calling the whole thing off, but even after all of that somehow she couldn't help but think that it was Trish that made him that way. He didn't mean those things, he was probably just covering his male pride, after all when the whole bet thing came to light she had left him, not the other way around. Yet even when she called things off with him, it was only because she was hurt...what she really wanted was for him to beg for forgiveness, instead he moved on.

Amy decided that if she was going through with this stupid plan that she would do into it whole heartedly. She had already given Chris her word, why he'd ever want that two faced bitch back she didn't know...but since she was already in over her head it wouldn't hurt to give this a shot and play along. Like Chris said, What did she have to loose?"

She giggled, her left hand moving around to tangle in his hair, holding his mouth on her, "You were only gone long enough for your match."

"Too long without you," He panted, holding her tightly against him. "After last night, I can't imagine ever being away from you."

"Well, well, well, Chris, enjoying my sloppy seconds?" Jay piped in, seemingly unaffected by their little show.

The Winnipeg native let go of Amy, moving his body to stand nose to nose with Jay, "You want to say that again?"

"I said..." Jay began, but before he could finish Chris's fist connected with his jaw.

The short haired man stumbled backward before he lunged at Chris, taking him down to the ground.

"Stop!" Amy screamed, doing her best to pull Jay off of him before officials barged into the locker room to separate them.