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Reflection	By : SarAndAsh Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 2012 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely FICTION! We do not know Kane, Shannon or anyone from the WWE and we do not profit from these writings.

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Storme’s POV

I cast Ame a glare when she purposely mentioned Shannon to me again, made me want to strangle her. The man had spoken to me twice in my whole life, and he was already a menace. “He has nothing to do with me, I’m going after Phillip, and that’s final, set in stone, Ame.” I said as I started to look through my clothes for what I wanted to wear to the show tonight. My mind was set on my black cocktail dress that I’d nearly had a fit over at the store. Finally finding it among my clothes, I smiled in triumph, if Phil didn’t fall all over me in this; I had no hope of getting him.

“You’re wearing that to the show tonight?” Ame asked from the bed, and I turned to nod at her with a grin. “I’m going to make absolutely sure that I look irresistible to Phillip tonight.” I said with a smile as I grabbed my shoes, clean underwear and bra, make-up and my hair stuff. Turning, I retreated into the bathroom to go and get ready, leaving Ame staring after me. Closing the bathroom door with my foot, I put the stuff down onto the counter.

Sliding out of the clothes I was in, I put them on the other side of the counter, taking off undergarments as well. Pulling on clean ones, I picked up the dress and slid it on over my head; it fit snug but not unbearably tight. Leaning down, I put the shoes on my feet and then looked in the mirror. The dress had tiny straps and dipped low at the neck; in the back it had a large open place that went down so low it nearly showed my underwear. Oh yes, if he didn’t notice me this time, then there was never going to be any hope for me in getting him.

Picking up my brush, I brushed out my hair and then pulled half of it back; clipping it in place and checking to make sure it looked good. Satisfied that it did, I put on a little foundation and some light eye shadow. Spreading some clear gloss on my lips, I finished the make-up part and then turned around a few times to check one more time. Smiling, I put my things up and got my clothes before opening the bathroom door and walking out. Ame raised her eyebrows and shook her head, “Thought you wanted to catch him, not make him drool all over himself.”

Grinning over at her, I put my stuff down on my bed and then put my hands on my hips. “What better way to ensure I get his attention than to look like this? I mean, come on Ame, its perfect.” I said in defence of my outfit for the night, which just made her laugh. “Oh it’s perfect alright, if you want him to molest you the second he sees you, Reg.” She said back to me with a grin, she knew I was using the most revealing and skimpy thing I had in my closet to try and catch Phil.

Rolling my eyes, I sat down and crossed my legs, “I’ll get him tonight, Ame, just watch, he can’t resist.” Leaning forward a bit, she looked at me, “So, what’s the plan after you’ve seduced him on sight?” I couldn’t help but laugh at her comment, shaking my head a little. “I’m going to get him to date me, of course. If he’s attracted, then he’ll ask me out on a date. I’ll accept, and then we’re together, problem solved.” I said with confidence that things would go how I wanted them to go with Phil.

Ame just laughed and shook her head, standing up from the bed and going over to her stuff to find something to wear. I was quiet as she pulled out some jeans, a t-shirt and some other stuff. Watching her, I raised an eyebrow when I saw it was a Kane t-shirt, a grin coming across my face. She caught me looking at the shirt and flipped me off before disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door. Laughing, I looked at the bathroom door, “Very mature, Ame!” From behind the door, she yelled back at me, “More mature than you, Reg!”

That was my Ame for you; she was always a smart ass with me, which I loved about her. Most women were intimidated by me or scared that dad would kick their asses for messing with me. So far, she was the only exception to his rule of me hanging around with friends. Dad was happy when I finally made friends with someone else who was familiar with the business. She and I got along great and never fought that much, so he was pretty much all right with the friendship arrangement for the time being.

Leaning back on my arms, I looked up at the ceiling and thought about Phillip, or at least tried to. Shannon kept invading my thoughts and it was seriously starting to piss me off. Sighing a bit, I nearly jumped when Ame came out of the bathroom, fully dressed and ready to go to the show. Looking over at her, I grinned and stood up, I had to admit it, she looked good and we both knew it. The jeans were tight and the shirt was small enough that it showed off her small figure, the black cowboy boots on her feet also added a couple inches to her height.

“Very nice outfit, you ready to get to the arena now?” I asked as I picked up the car keys for the Mustang. “As ready as I’ll ever be, let’s go get the party started.” She said with a grin as we hurried out of the hotel room. Me in heels running, I know it seems comical, but I’m very agile in them, believe it or not. Going down the hall, we took the elevator down to the first floor, without me having a heart attack this time. Stepping out, we walked out the main door and went to the car.

Getting in the driver’s seat, I closed the door, buckled up and started the engine as Ame got into the passenger side. When she was buckled up and we had the radio going, I pulled out from the parking lot and headed toward the arena. It wasn’t too far away, five minutes at the most, but not something I wanted to walk to in a strange city. We were quiet along the drive there, mostly listening to the radio and singing some with it. As I said before, it was a short ride there, and over almost as fast as it began.

Pulling into the parking deck, I found a space next to Dad’s truck and parked the car, shutting the engine off. Opening the door, I stepped out and closed it behind me, Ame doing the same on her side of the car. Turning the alarm on, I grinned and we headed for the backstage entrance of the arena. Flashing our identification to the big, bouncer looking guy outside the door, he let us inside without a fuss. We’d learned a long time ago to make sure we could prove we were related to our Dad’s, most people didn’t believe us.

Walking into the back hallway, I grinned over at her and picked up my pace, eager to see some of the guys. Rounding a corner, I let out a squeal as Jeff Hardy spotted me, “Regan! Amelia!” He grinned and waved before moving away from his group of friends and near running at us. Reaching Ame first, he hugged her tightly and then turned to me with a grin. “Hey Skittles, how’s it going?” Ame asked as she grinned and hugged him back. “Great as always, good to see you again Ame, hope you’re wrestling this year.” He said before fully turning his attention back to me and I eyed him carefully, he had a look in his eyes.

Before I could speak, he had me off the floor and in his arms; I yelped and held onto him tightly. “Put me down Jeffrey!” I squealed as he laughed and then spun me around before dropping me back on my feet. “I couldn’t resist, what’s with the snazzy dress anyway? Here to impress someone?” He asked with a coy smile on his face that just dared me to lie. I wrinkled my nose and put my hands on my hips, “I am, as a matter of fact.” Jeff whistled and put both hands over his heart, looking from Ame to me, “You two are so beautiful I think I might die right now, being in the company of two gorgeous angels.”

Ame and I burst out laughing and Jeff’s laugh joined in with ours shortly after, he was a lot of fun to hang out with. “Ok, ok, in all seriousness, I’m holding a party in a couple of weeks; I want you two to be there.” He said as he pushed his multi-colored hair out of his face. I nodded and took out my cell from the top of my dress, “Ok Jeffy, what’s your cell number?” He gave me the number and then grinned before kissing our cheeks and heading off toward his locker room. “I swear, he gets weirder every year.” I said with a laugh as I put my phone back up.

“Weird isn’t the word for Skittles, he’s touched in the head.” Ame said from beside me with a smile. I nodded my agreement and then looked around a little, “I’m going to go search for Phillip, and I’ll catch up with you later.” I said as I grinned and headed off down one of the side hallways. I usually knew where to find him in the arenas, and I always checked those places first. This time I was hoping that I was lucky enough to catch him with no one around.

Turning a few corners, I finally found him, doing some stretching and warming up before the show. “Hey there, Phillip.” I called out to him, causing him to turn and look at me, fixing me with a grin. “Regan, pleasure to see you again so soon.” He said and then he took in what I was wearing and I saw something flash in his eyes. “New dress? It looks beautiful on you, turn around.” I blushed and held my arms up, slowly turning around for him. When I faced him again, he certainly looked interested, and I was cheering for myself in my head.

“Beautiful, and just as stunning as always. Did you come here to break my heart by looking so beautiful?” He said as he reached out and toyed with a strand of my hair, making my heart flutter. Stepping closer to him, I smiled softly up at him, “I didn’t come to break your heart, I wouldn’t ever do that to you, Phil.” Phillip returned the smile and cupped my cheek with his right hand, making me shiver at the soft touch. Without my approval, my eyes closed, and then his lips were on mine. My arms wound around him and I kissed him back, near to melting into the floor at the moment.

His arms went around my waist and he backed me up against the wall, keeping his hands on my waist. Oh someone please pinch me, I know I’m dreaming right now, he’s not kissing me this way. A minute later his lips left mine and trailed down to my neck, making me shiver from how it felt. I was jolted out of my pleasure at having him be this way with me when his hand started to slide under my dress. Panic was setting in; I couldn’t do this out in the hallway, and not so soon either. “Phillip, please, not here, it’s too soon, we’re not even dating.” I pleaded with him, trying to push his hands away, but he wasn’t stopping.

Before I could say anything else, none other than Shannon Moore jerked him away from me. I looked at Shannon in shock, jumping a bit when Phil drew back and punched Shannon in the face. Shannon’s head went to the side but he recovered lightning fast and punched Phil back. Not knowing what to do or say, I turned and ran from the area, my heart crushed and confused at the same time. I ran by Ame so fast that I didn’t hear her call for me or even notice she was there. I had to get out of the building, had to be able to breathe again.

Shaking her head, Ame walked on around the corner to see what the hell had me so upset at the moment. Her eyes went wide when she saw the fighting between Shannon and Phil that I had just caused. “You son of a bitch, no means no!” Shannon growled as he punched Phil in the face again, only to get another one from Phil in return. “She’s not yours, Moore, she’s mine!” Phil yelled as he kicked Shannon in the stomach and then hit him in the face again. “Stop it, both of you, just stop it!” Ame yelled at them, but they weren’t paying attention to anything she was saying.

Her yelling got the attention of her dad, my dad and Glenn, who were a couple halls down, but still heard her yelling. They looked at each other and took off running toward the sounds of the yelling, Glenn in the lead of the three of them. Phil turned and picked up a chair, hitting Shannon over the head and making Ame nearly livid with anger at him. Without thinking, she rushed in to keep Phil from doing anything else to Shannon, but it was a bad move on her part.

Tossing the chair down, Phil turned in time to see her coming and intentionally hit her in the face, knocking her away from the fight. Glenn rounded the corner about the time that Ame got hit, and rage welled up inside him. Someone had hit Ame and there was no way he was going to let that slide. Luckily, before he could seriously murder Phillip, Dad and Mark rushed in to take control of the situation and get things calmed down.

Out in the parking lot, I was leaning against the car, desperately trying to draw breath into my lungs. I wanted to cry, or scream, maybe both from the way I was feeling at the moment. I didn’t know what to think, had no idea about the real fighting that had taken place after I’d run. Tears were welling up in my eyes and I felt dizzy and sick to my stomach. Luckily for me, Jeff had followed me outside and got to my side in time before I fell. He caught me and held me up, concern filling his hazel eyes as he looked down at me, “What happened to you, Reg, honey?”

I couldn’t talk, wouldn’t dare to tell him just what had happened, since Shannon was involved. The tears finally came and he lifted me up, carrying me back into the arena and to my Dad’s locker room. Sitting down on the couch, he cradled me in his arms and stroked my hair gently. I cried into his chest, so upset with myself, with Shannon, with Phillip, with everything really. My heart didn’t know who to love, who to trust, and it was tearing me apart inside. I needed Ame here; she was the only constant in my life, and the one person I could talk to about anything.
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