"There's your dad, Erin! Look at him! He's doing this for you!" Jay shouted. He was at ringside during his pay-per-view match with Hank Voight. The stipulation for the match was that if Hank won, Jay's marriage to Erin would be annulled. If Jay won, the marriage could not be legally challenged. And it didn't look good for the Voights.

"Look what he's going through for you!" Jay yelled at his 'wife'. Erin was sitting in the front row, looking on in horror at the state of her dad. Jay had been beating the crap out of him for most of the fifteen minutes that the match had lasted so far. The damage showed. Blood was leaking down Hank's face from a cut above his hairline as he knelt beside Jay, and he looked like he didn't even know where he was. Jay was holding his head up, making him look at his daughter.

The real Jay was having a great time. He loved putting on matches like this, where his character could go full asshole mode. So far, Hank and Erin were playing their parts well too. Soon the match would be over. After it would come the night's big swerve, when Erin turned on her dad and sided with Jay. The audience reaction would be something, he thought.

Jesus, she's hot, was his next thought. Erin hadn't worn one of her grandma outfits this time. She had a leather jacket on over a white top that showed some cleavage. Jay imagined having his dick in there.

For the past few weeks, since discovering Erin was interested in him, he had backed off, playing it cool. He knew how to peruse a woman, and full steam ahead wasn't always the way to go. No, he would give Erin some time to come to him now. Once they were playing husband and wife on TV, things would inevitably heat up between them, he figured.

Wasting time taunting Erin proved to be a mistake for Jay's character. He had taken his full attention off Hank, giving him some recovery time. Hank took advantage by punching him in the balls.

Falling to the floor howling in pain, Jay clutched at his balls and rolled around, selling the supposedly devastating blow for the audience. In reality, he knew that this was the start of the match's finishing sequence.

With the upper hand at last, Hank spent a couple of minutes kicking Jay's ass around the ringside area before throwing him into the ring.

Hank lifted up the ring apron and pulled out a baseball bat. It got a pop from the crowd, who loved the idea of him taking Jay's head off with it.

Getting back into the ring, Hank readied himself to swing the bat at Jay, who was now on his knees and begging for mercy like the typical coward he was. He dropped back onto his butt and started crawling backwards, hands up in a defensive posture.

"You want to mess with my family? You want to mess with my daughter?" Hank furiously yelled as he stalked his intended victim. He had the voice for it. The crowd willed him on, desperate for the savage blow that would end the match and the Halstead – Voight marriage.

Suddenly, Erin appeared in the ring. She rushed over to her dad and asked him to give her the baseball bat. The crowd cheered again, realising that she wanted to finish Jay off herself.

Hank liked the idea too. He handed over the bat and took a step back, giving Erin room to swing it.

As Erin got in position, raising the bat behind her, Jay remained on the canvas, hands up, trying to talk her out of it. She looked like she really wanted to blast him, but she was wavering.

After a tense few moments, Erin cracked. She turned to look at her dad with an 'I can't do it' look on her face.

She had made the mistake of turning her back on Jay, who made his move in an instant, leaping to his feet and snatching the baseball bat from her before she had a chance to react.

Hank was also a fraction slow of the mark. In any event, he hadn't been close enough to Erin to grab the bat before Jay could. He rushed forward, but that was the worst thing he could have done.

Unlike the two Voights, Jay didn't hesitate in swinging the bat, and he did it as hard as he could, blasting Hank right in the stomach. The blow made a hideous thump as it connected, and Hank went down like a bag of wet sand. The crowd groaned at the savagery of the blow, knowing that it had to have ended the match.

Jay still wasn't done. As Hank desperately tried to crawl away, he was hammered in the back with the bat, which Jay then tossed aside.

Erin stood there was a look of abject horror on her face as Jay rolled her dad onto his back and lay on top of him for the pin to be counted. The referee was right there to count Hank's shoulders down on the mat, and the outcome was in no doubt.

One.

Two.

Three.

Jay had won. His theme music started playing and they ring announcer proclaimed the decision.

"Here is your winner... Jay Halstead!"

Erin was now committed to being his wife, whether she liked it or not. As Jay stood up to celebrate, though, her only concern was for her dad. She went over to him and knelt down on the mat, trying to check on him.

Walking around the ring, taunting the fans in celebration, Jay noticed after a few moments that Erin was still in the ring. And so was the baseball bat. He picked it up, eyeing her up from behind. The fans began booing furiously, figuring out what was on his mind.

With Erin oblivious to his presence, Jay sidled up behind her and took aim with the bat, lining up with the back of her head.

But then Erin turned around, maybe sensing he was there. She instantly figured out what he been about to do, and she looked at him as if he was the most hideous human being she had ever set her eyes on.

Even Jay wasn't cold enough to hit her in the face with the bat, so he lowered it as she stood up.

For a moment, Erin stood with the same appalled look on her face, but then, to the utter shock of everyone in the building, over the course of a couple of seconds her expression transformed into an evil smile.

The real Jay Halstead was very impressed in the moment. The transformation didn't just happen with her lips, it was in her eyes too. She actually was a good actress. And that smile looked so good on her.

There was a guy in the front row wearing a Jay Halstead t-shirt. Jay noticed him punching the air and cheering, in stark contrast to pretty much everyone else, as Erin walked over to Jay and embraced him.

Jay made sure to nail the reaction he had been instructed to show in that moment. He made his character look surprised, making it clear that this hadn't been orchestrated ahead of time between him and Erin. Nonetheless, he hugged her tightly, lifting her off her feet.

When he put her down, Erin raised his hand in victory and stood with one foot on Hank's chest. The betrayal was complete.

The pay-per-view went off the air, leaving that image in the fans' minds.

Once they knew the TV broadcast had ended, it was time to get out of the arena. Jay went over to the ropes and held them open for Erin, mindful to treat his wife with respect in front of the fans in the building now that they were actually a couple.

As they made their way up the entrance ramp, it became clear how good a job Erin had done. There was an obviously drunk fat guy who had an aisle seat, who wasn't happy with what he had just seen.

"Fuck you, Erin! Fuck you! You slut!"

Wow, Jay thought, but he knew better than to waste time starting something with a fan when they were not even on the air. He ignored the mark and led the way up the ramp and through the curtain to the backstage area. All in-character work was now done for the night. They were greeted with praise from the production crew, but Jay only had attention for Erin.

"That was awesome! I loved it!" she cried in delight, looking at him with a big, beaming smile on her face. Jay found it absolutely gorgeous. He had genuinely never known a woman he found as attractive as her. That was quite something in itself, considering how hot some of the female wrestlers were.

"You did great," he said, and he meant it.

"Thank you! I was nervous all day until the time came to get in the ring, then it just felt natural when I was doing it. Found it easier than anything I've done on-screen before."

"Then you've found the role that suits you," Jay said. He was very happy with what he was hearing. His initial fears that she wouldn't be able to hold up her part of their storyline seemed like they were unfounded.

"Hope dad's okay. He was quite bloody," Erin said. With the moment of euphoria behind her, there was now concern on her face.

"He'll be fine. A cut on the forehead bleeds a lot, but it doesn't hurt much. The doc will soon clean him up. A wash, a shower, and plaster over it, you'll barely know he got hurt."

"That seems unlike you, Jay. You're actually very reassuring."

Jay hadn't really thought about it, but he supposed he had done a good job. It troubled him that she saw it as being unlike him, though. He didn't want her to dislike him. That was something to work on. But not too much. He wasn't going to change for anyone.

They didn't get to talk about it further because Hank was helped to the back by two men who were playing the part of paramedics. As soon as he was through the curtain, he stopped received the aid that he didn't actually need. There was plenty of dried blood on his face and neck, however.

"Dad, are you okay?" Erin said, hurrying over and giving him a hug.

"I'm fine. Just need to get cleaned up," Hank said, adding to Jay's earlier reassurance.

It was customary to shake hands with your opponent after a good match. When the opponent happened to be the boss, Jay was definitely going to do it. He walked over and offered his hand.

"Good match, Hank. Thank you. Glad you're good."

Hank shook his hand and pulled him into a brief man hug, where they slapped each other on the back a couple of times.

"Good job, Jay. Now, let me go get my face cleaned up. That rubber baseball bat packed quite a punch, you know."

Yes, well it had to be convincing enough not to bend when I hit you with it, Jay thought.

"I'm going to come with you," Erin said, following close behind her dad as he set off walking.

"Yes, come with me. Jay, you too. I need to talk to the two of you."

"Okay," Jay said, wondering what that was about.

As they walked down the hallway to the doctor's office, they passed some members of the roster who wanted to congratulate the three of them on their performance. Jay didn't pay much attention. The match hadn't been anything special in his opinion. It was Erin's cameo after the finish which had been important.

When they got to the doctor's office, they found the door open. Hank walked straight in, finding Doctor Violet Mikami waiting for him. Her job was to treat or triage anyone who was injured during a match, which meant she had to follow the same punishing travel schedule as the wrestlers so that she could be at every show. If there was a serious injury, she would prepare the injured party for their ambulance trip to a local hospital.

"Come in, Mr Voight. I'm all set up to clean you up," Violet said brightly as she pulled on blue nitrile gloves. "Jay, are you good?"

"Yeah, just some soreness and bruises that will come up overnight. Nothing out of the ordinary. I'll take a massage before I leave."

"You got it," Violet said. In addition to her duties as doctor, she was also a massage therapist. A select few of WWE's top guys, including Jay, had the privilege of being entitled to massages when they wanted them. Jay would often partake after working longer matches. Violet was good with her hands, and he liked that in a woman.

"You're not going to have time tonight," Hank told him, spoiling the thought right away. "What I wanted to talk to you two about is that moving forward, you're a married couple. You're going to act like it. Jay, you're not going to arrive for TV in a car full of your pals. And Erin, you're not going to come in the limo with me anymore. Whenever you're likely to be seen by fans, you're going to be together, starting tonight."

Jay glanced at Erin, and she glanced back at him. This was as new to her as it was to him.

"Starting tonight?" she asked.

They had to wait for a moment as Hank took off the t-shirt that he had worn to wrestle in, then lay down on Violet's table so that she could go to work on him.

"That's right, starting tonight. There's a place a few blocks from here called Boden's Grill. One of the nicest steakhouses I've ever been to, and the best in Chicago. I know the guy who owns it. It closed early tonight because I've booked the entire place for the two of you. You're going to go there and be seen having a good time. There's a bunch of sports bars around there, so there will be fans walking past all night. Make sure you take a table near the windows."

"Attention to detail, I like that in my storylines," Jay said. He also liked the idea of having dinner with Erin, not that he was going to tell her old man that. The meal would be on expenses, too. Even better.

"Okay. Sounds like a good idea to me," Erin said.

"Good. Jay, you'd better go shower then get back to the hotel to change. Erin, you go now. There will be a car their for you both in an hour." All of the WWE contingent were in the same hotel on this particular night. It was only a block from the arena.

"See you in the lobby an hour from now then?" Jay said, looking at a cheap clock on the wall, then at Erin.

"See you then," she replied with a little grin on her face. It was a grin that teased him. It made him want to grab hold of her and kiss her. But no. That would come, in time.

A/N: What did you make of Erin's character change?

Next time, Jay and Erin go for dinner together. We'll get to find out some more about them both.