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Amy rushed into the medical room as the half a dozen referees sat Chris down on the examination table. It had taken that many, and her pleading, to get him out of catering and keep him from killing Jay Reso, "Oh my god Chris, are you ok?" She asked, unable to hide the worry in her voice. The red head had seen just how hard his head had hit the floor when Jay charged at him and she was terrified he might have a concussion.

Reaching out she gently laid her hands on either side of his face, turning his head to look him in the eyes. Only then did his demeanour seem to change and he managed to calm down a little, "I know your angry but tell me you're ok..."

His face morphed into a reassuring smile, "I fine Amy, that wasn't the first fight I've been in you know?"

She managed to smile, only because he was, "So you promise you're ok?" Amy asked again, "Because I really couldn't handle you being hurt because of me."

"I'm fine, really." He told her, taking her hand from his face and squeezing it.

Her other hand moved to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "Well thanks for sticking up for me, you didn't have too...I mean getting a concussion wasn't exactly part of our agreement."

His thumb moved along the back of her hand, "Hey it's not a big deal, I probably don't even have a concussion, looked worse then it was I promise. And besides what kind of pretend boyfriend would I be if I didn't fight for my woman."

Her eyes rolled back, "Woman, how very stone age of you."

Chris let go of her hand, reaching up to lift her chin, "There's the fire in you that I love." He said smiling, "But seriously Ames, he deserved that punch...he couldn't be more wrong about what an incredible woman you are."

Amy could feel her cheeks flush, "You're my fake lover so you have to say that."

A laugh escaped his lips, "I mean it Amy...you really do deserve better then him."

The production manager poked his head in the doorway, "Lita you're on."

Her hand touched his head softly, "Well I'll see you later I guess..." She offered, her fingers lingering in his hair.

"Good luck," He said, "Find me later; we'll celebrate your win..."

"If I win..."

He smiled again, "No, when you win."

Her hand pushed back the curtain, fighting back emotion...only this time it was a smile she couldn't hide not her tears. She'd done it, Amy had won the match and now she was number one contender.

Out of no where she felt herself being lifted into the air, two familiar arms around her... "You did it!" Chris said smiling, hugging her tightly, "As if there was ever a doubt in my mind."

"Put me down Chris," She demanded, unable to hide the grin long enough to scold him.

His eyes strayed to see Trish headed in their direction, "I can't help but think you don't want me too."

Amy wasn't sure what he meant until she followed his gaze to land on Trish, instantly she wrapped her legs around his waist, "Your right I don't, what I want is to for you to carry me somewhere private so we can celebrate the right way." She cooed, dragging out her voice seductively before sticking out her tongue and running her hands through his long hair.

Wiggling his eyebrows he pecked her lightly on the lips, "I like how you think."

"Oh please," Trish interjected, sticking her finger in her mouth to mock a gag. "You have nothing to celebrate, your number one contender ...woopdi friggin do!" The blonde paused to point to the belt hanging on her shoulder, "I'm the champion, and I can promise you that when you step into the ring with me, it's one match you won't be winning."

The red head slid out of his hold to move closer to the other diva, "You think so huh? Well we'll just have to see about that now wont we," Amy said, taking Chris by the hand and leading him down the hallway, "But for now Patricia, I have a man to satisfy." She hung on the last word, intentionally highlighting it as if to send a message that it was something Trish herself couldn't do.

Winking Amy walked off with him, "Come on baby lets find a locker room."

The pair rounded the nearest corner and she instantly dropped his hand. Looking over at him Amy noticed that his jaw was almost on the floor, "Where did that come from?" He asked, shocked with her bitchy persona, "Like wow..." Chris said smiling, "I never knew you had it in you, that was fucking hot."

She laughed as they continued to stroll the halls, "Just figured it was about time to turn up the heat...if we want to make them regret what they did, if we want jealousy at it's finest then there's no more playing around...It's on."

Chris winked at her, grabbing her by the waist, "It's on huh? Well are we still finding that private locker room or what?"

Amy smiled, swatting his hands away from her, "Men."

"Hey, there's no harm in trying...."

Once again she rolled her eyes at him, "Anyway I think I'm gunna shower and then head back to the hotel...goodnight Chris."

Reaching out he grabbed her arm to stop her from leaving, "But we didn't celebrate yet."

The red head shot him a dirty look at his insinuation. Arching her brow she folded her arms across her chest, he could not be thinking what she thought he was. And if he was thinking that, Jay would be the least of his worries as far as his health was concerned.

"No, no for real...come on let me buy you dinner." Chris asked, smiling warmly at her, "I won't take no for an answer."

"Fine." She told him, still yet again unable to hide her bright smile, "I'll meet you back in twenty minutes."

Chris took her hand and kissed it, "I'll be waiting my lady."

"Dork." She retorted.

A smirk took over his face, "Would rather I called you sugar tits?"

"Oh lord." Amy groaned, pushing the locker room door open to disappear inside. Somehow Chris had managed to make her forget about all the horrible things his former best friend had said to her, somehow when she was with him it seemed all she could do was smile.

While hadn't seemed to get exactly the reaction they wanted from Jay and Trish just yet, she could tell from both there actions that this "relationship" was most certainly getting under her skin. Amy had had her doubts about the whole thing, she still wasn't quite sure it would work, but at least in the mean time...she had something to do to keep her mind occupied. Hanging out with Chris was better then crying to herself all the time like she had been. How Trish had left him she didn't know...