was hoping to update a different fic BUT im not home and this was the only one that i was ahead in. hope your still enjoying. Review please :)

Her match had gone great with Molly Holly; Amy couldn't believe how huge the pop for her was when she made her entrance. It was the most intense time she ever remembered being in front of a crowd, they were just eating up everything she did out there. And because the fans were so into it, she was into it...giving everything she had out there, just for them. She wanted anyone who saw her match going home thinking, 'now that was women's wrestling'. She wanted them to get their money's worth, and hopefully they felt like they got it from her and Nora. It felt like a solid bout to the red head, she got in a moonsault and DDT and Molly held her own, almost getting the pin with a Molly-go-round.

Taking her time made her way down the near empty corridors of the arena, as much as she loved being in front of the roaring crowd she was definitely looking foreword to getting back into Chris's arms. She sighed thinking about out, maybe she'd wait until his match was over and sneak into his locker room to share yet another shower together. It sounded like a good idea to her, so she decided to go run it by him, even if she was sure he wouldn't mind.

The day had just been so god damn long, once the finally did pack leave the hotel they had an three hour drive to the next town. Then when they got there they had a signing for another three hours, and as much as Amy loved getting out and meeting the people that brought her to the dance she just wasn't in the mood. Finally after leaving the best buy her and Chris had to get to the building earlier to do a couple of interviews for the local newspaper before rushing to get ready for the show.

But now at last she could finally sit down and breath easy, she figured she's just hang with Chris until his match. Rounding the corner she stopped in front of the door to his locker-room, she was about to push open the door when she heard a voice inside that she knew wasn't his.

At first she thought she had the wrong room, but then she heard him speak...looking through the crack in the door she couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was Trish standing there in the room with him, just a couple of feet away.

"What do you want," She heard Chris demand, to which Trish responded with a smile.

"Is that anyway to talk to me Chrissy?" The blonde asked, using the most sickening baby voice Amy had ever heard.

The Sanford native wanted to bust in there and tell Trish to back the fuck off, but something was forcing her to just stand there and watch.

Chris didn't say anything to the Canadian woman, "I've been thinking..." She continued, playing with the tie on her jacket, "That maybe I was wrong about you."

Trish walked around the chair that he was sitting on, running her hands over his shoulders, "Actually that's a lie, I know I was wrong about you."

The blonde man finally spoke, "What do you mean?"

She undid her coat and let it fall to the floor, revealing that she was wearing nothing but skimpy lingerie underneath it. "I mean," She stated, swinging one leg over his to sit on him, straddling his lap, "that I want you back Chris, I can't handle seeing you with Amy anymore...." Trish told him, tangling her hands in his hair, "I know that you still love me Christopher, I know she was you're second choice....but you don't have to settle anymore, I want you back." She told him, pushing her lips to his.

Amy had seen enough, and as tears streamed from her eyes she ran away from the locker room.

"Trish get off me," Chris yelled, shoving her backward causing her to land hard on her ass, "I really do love Amy, she's the one I want, not a whore like you."

She ran and ran as fast as her legs would take her, Amy didn't know where she was going but she knew she had to get as far away from Chris and Trish as she could. She couldn't believe this was happening, this morning she felt like she would explode with Joy, and now she could feel her heart breaking.

In her hurry she didn't even look up, and as a result came to a screeching halt when she ran straight into. Sitting there on the floor she just let all of the emotion rush out of her, tears turning into uncontrollable sobs.

"Hey are you ok?"

The red head looked up to meet the eyes of the last person she expected to be on the other end of that sentence.

"Here let me help you up," He offered, extending her his hand.

She swotted it away, "Don't even fucking try to touch me you slime ball." The red head shouted, getting up off the ground without his help.

"Ouch." He stated, taking his hand back and running it over his head, "I guess I deserve that."

A shocked expression washed over his face, "I said I guess I deserve that." He repeated.

"Who are you and what have you done with Jay Reso." She asked, still surprised at the way he was acting.

He sighed, "Amy I know I've been a total ass hole, but I've been thinking about us a lot lately."

She laughed, "Oh was that in between fucking Trish?"

"I also deserve that." He stated calmly, "But I'm serious Ames, I don't know what was going through my head. Anyway I left Trish today,"

"You did what?"

"I left her," He repeated.

Amy shook her head in disbelief, "Great you come to your fucking senses and leave her....and she throws herself at my new boyfriend."

"She did what?" He asked, pretending to be surprised by her statement.

She let out a heavy breath, "Yup her and Chris are probably fucking right now, I just walked in on her climbing on top of him in her underwear."

"Wow." Jay stated, leaning his head back against the cinder block wall she was standing in front of, "Listen I know you have no reason to trust me, or to want anything to do with me....But once upon a time you loved me Amy, and I'm sorry that I broke your heart. I promise there is some decency left in here," He told her, "And if you want to I'd love to take you out for coffee and to talk if you'd like."

She tried to smile, "Ok, let's go."

He took her hand and squeezed, "Ok."