Ya for an update, I kind of hate updating this, because its almost over and im not ready to let go lol,. This fic is my baby you guys, and i love turning people onto this pairing, thanks for all teh support, and read and review please :)

Amy looked over her shoulder as she got out of her car and walked around the back to open the trunk. Popping it quickly she reached in for her bag when suddenly she felt a hand on hers. "Let me get that for you,"

Looking up she was met with the eyes of Jay Reso, who at that point already had her duffel bag flung over his shoulder. "Uh, thanks." She said timidly, unsure of what else to say as she slammed the trunk closed.

"You shouldn't ever have to care your own bags," He commented, walking with her through the parking garage.

She laughed nervously, "I think I can handle it, I'm not high a maintenance girl...I'm fine fending for myself, I like being independent."

He laughed back, "Oh I remember," The Canadian said smiling, "I just think you deserve to be fawned over and doted upon."

The red head didn't know what to think of Jay acting like this. She still didn't like the idea of him lingering around her now, pretending like all was forgotten. But at the same time he was just carrying her bag, it wasn't like he was naked in her lap like Trish with Chris. He was just being nice because he was upset about Trish and she upset about Chris...misery loves company.

Walking together through the hallway Amy tried her hardest to suppress the awkward glances, as everyone's eyes seemed to question what the hell the two of them were doing together.

"Hey have you seen Chris?" Randy asked, grabbing her arm. "We have a match later and I'd really like to go over some stuff with him."

"No I haven't fucking seen him," She snapped, "How the hell do I know where he is, I don't know and I don't care ok?"

Randy backed away from her, "Ok cool it Red, I just thought that since you two..."

She cut him off before he could finish, "Well you thought wrong..."

He shot her an angry look and walked off confused as to what got her piss so hot.

"You ok?" Jay asked, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Amy looked down, "I'm fine."

It continued like that all night, everywhere she went someone was asking her about Chris, whether it was Triple H or Tomko or people on the backstage crew, it seemed like no one had gotten the memo that she wasn't his handler. It was like nobody had a sweet clue that they'd broken up, which was surprising since in the cartoon world of wrestling news like that usually spread like wild fire.

Well if everyone didn't know now, they were about to.

The Sanford native took off down the hallway, only stopping when she ran straight into Chris. "Amy" He said smiling, looking at her face inches from his. She pushed him back and it was only then did he notice Jay chasing after her.

"What the hell is he doing with you?" Chris barked, eyeing Jason angrily, thinking about whether or not to jump him. Just the sight of him so close to the red head, his red head, drove him to the brink of madness. Especially when he knew just how much pain his fellow Canadian had caused her in the past...

She looked back over her shoulder to see Jay rushing towards her side, "It's none of your business what he's doing with me." She spat.

"What do you mean it's none of my business? One minute me and you are making love in bed all night and the next minute you totally abandon me in the arena, get all your things from our room and give me no explanation as to why your so mad with me all of a sudden."

Tears filled her eyes, "Why should I have to relive it when you know exactly what you did..." She yelled, shoving past him to continue down the hallway.

Chris reached out and grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving, "Obviously I don't, now tell me what's wrong so I can fix it."

"You can't fix it." She told him, her voice breaking as she wiped the tears from her eyes with her free hand. "You got what you wanted Chris, just be happy." She continued, trying to jerk away from him.

But he wasn't letting go of her that easily, "I don't have what I want...not when I don't have you."

"What Trish isn't enough for you?" Amy hissed, finally freeing herself from his grip.

"Trish?" He asked, confusion washing over his face.

She folded her arms over her chest, "Oh give up the act Christopher, I saw you with her the other night."

"The other night?" He repeated...and then it hit him. Amy must have saw Trish in his locker room. "Wait this is all one big misunderstanding..." The Canadian pleaded.

Jay smiled as he watched Trish slink out from the locker room behind Chris, running a manicured hand down over his shoulder, "Baby come back inside I'm lonely."

Amy bit down on her bottom lip to fight more tears from coming, "Misunderstanding huh?" She said, running away from him.

Chris turned around and flung Trish's hand off of him, "What the hell is your problem?"

She smirked, "What's the matter baby, don't you want me any more?"

If she was a man he would have hit her, "You know I don't."

"Oh but you did..." She replied, flinging a wink at him, "And if there's anything to be learned here Chris its that you can't play a player..." She paused for a moment and leaned up to whisper in his ear, "Because paybacks a bitch."

He shoved her away from him, "You're the bitch."

"And proud of it." She purred.

The women's champion didn't stop running until she reached catering, and she only stopped then to climb up on top of a table. "Can I have your attention..." She yelled, watching as thirty or forty heads turned in her direction, obviously noticing the mascara tears streaming heavily down her cheeks. "I just want you all to know that me and Chris aren't together anymore..." Amy continued, "In fact we never really were to begin with...It was all a joke, a stupid plan to make Jay and Trish jealous." She looked down at Jason as she spoke her next words, "Dumb I know...." She said, looking back to the crowd, "But it is what it is, and Chris got what he wanted...so don't ask me about Chris, don't talk to me about Chris, don't even think about me and Chris together....I want nothing to do with him...and from this point foreword he is no longer a part of my life."

By her last were she was practically choking on her tears, Jay extended his hand to help her back down to the floor. "I'm sorry you had to go through that." He said.

She shrugged as he put and arm around her, "They would have found out eventually." Amy said complacently. "Better they here it straight from me then get broken bits of information passed around until it comes out that me and Chris were married or something."

"Your probably right," He told her, walking back down the hallway with her.

As soon as they passed a stunned Chris, who had obviously heard every word, she snuggled closer to Jay, "I don't feel up to wrestling, can you please just take me back to the hotel?"

"Sure," He responded, "I'll call Vince from the car and let him know."

Chris watched in awe as she left with the man who tore her heart apart in the first place. Jumping when Trish walked up behind him for the second time that evening. "Ouch, I bet that smarts to watch." She commented.

"Fuck off."

She laughed, "Fuck on you get better results," Trish retorted, the come back flowing from her lips as she touched his arm, "And since you weren't having any of that from me, then we'll just have to see if Jay has better luck."

"Over my dead body..."

A finger touched her chin in thought, "Hmmm I don't think she'll give you a chance to stop it...and after seeing me and you together again, I have a funny feeling she just might welcome him back into her bed with open arms, or should I say open legs."

"You're sick you know that...this is all some stupid pay back for us trying to trick you into wanting us again and your actually hoping she sleeps with your boyfriend to teach her a lesson."

"Revenge doesn't come without sacrifice Christopher, but the risk is well worth the reward." She said calmly, a smug look spread across her face.