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Amys POV
I had around an hour till my best friend's last match for a few months. I decided to roam the halls. I am so damn bored I thought to myself. I had decided to leave bestie on his own for now. That decision was made after his ex wife called and they got into a screaming match. Rather than stay and listen to my best friend snap on her, I decided to leave. Randy was doing prep for his match against my best friend along with Junior and Cody, which basically left me on my own. The idea came to me to try and find my good friend, Y2Jackass. I searched high and low for him, but was having no luck.
Damn my legs are killing me I thought to myself. I'm sitting my lazy ass down for a minute. I sat down on a nearby chair and scrolled thru my I-Pod, looking for something to listen to. I finally settled on my entrance music and started singing away.
"I'm laughin' right back at my heeeeeeeeeeeeeeealth…lifelooooooooooooooong………"
I hadn't noticed that someone was standing right across from me, watching me…until Y2Jackass came bounding up and pulled my earbud out of my ear.
"Blondie" he chuckled. "You, uh, have an audience."
I looked up and there was Matt Korklan aka Evan Bourne, looking at me with love in his eyes. Ah shit. I thought me having a boyfriend was supposed to get this guy off my nuts….not back on them!! He is swinging on them like a monkey on a vine in a jungle!
"Well blondie. I'll leave you to it" Y2Jackass grinned as he walked away. Oh I am going to MURDER him for this!! Shit shit shit!!
Matt looked at the ground nervously and shuffled his feet. "Hi Amy" he smiled. "How um how are you?"
"I've been better" I frowned. "I'm sure you've heard about bestie and his impending doom."
"Yeah I did" he sighed. "I'm real sorry Amy. I know how much he means to you. But um I got traded to RAW. And I guess ECW is going to start filming with Smackdown again."
You have got to be fucking kidding me I thought to myself. This guy, who from what I can tell is STILL in love with me, is going to be around me 24 fucking 7? Oh my god. Please shoot me. Strike me down. I don't care. Just someone please kill me now. I was hoping the higher ups would decide filming with Raw was a bad idea and send the ECW peeps back to tour with Smackdown. They are, but without this guy. SHIT!
But rather than say all that shit to Matt, I decided to be polite.
"Sounds like you're getting a big push Matt" I smiled as I stood up. "Congratulations! Anyway I'm going to go find Y2Jackass so I'll see you later alright?"
"Sure" he half grinned. "See ya."
With that I scampered off to find (and possibly dismember) Y2Jackass. I am going to murder him for leaving me alone with Matt. I just might rip off his arms and beat him with them!!!
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Matt's POV
Try as I might, I can never get Amy alone for more than 5 minutes. I can't say I'm surprised. She's been avoiding me like the plague ever since our storyline ended. I guess I can't blame her. After all, I'm in love with her and she has a boyfriend. It's just too bad that boyfriend is Randy Orton, the biggest player on the roster. I know it's only a matter of time before he screws up and when he does, I'll be there to pick up the pieces of her broken heart, if I can get past Ted DiBiase that is.
Anyone with half a brain can see Ted is STILL in love with Amy. Even the technicians know it! I've walked by and heard many of their conversations about how lovesick Ted is for her. One of them even said he is always doing little things for her to show her he still cares about her. I heard that he once paid for her 1st class airfare back home so she could surprise her friends! I wish I could afford to do something that nice for her, but I'm not the son of "The Million Dollar Man." I'm just a kid from Saint Louis, which is the same place that stupid, punk ass, two timing Randy Orton is from. If I knew where his house was, I would teepee it everyday I went home.
Ever since her and Randy became an official item, she has this glow about her. She is constantly smiling, happy, and laughing (usually hysterically when Ted is around). It's like Randy completes her.
If you ask me, she is the complete opposite of him. Sure she is a little cocky, but I like that she is so confident in herself. Randy Orton, however, isn't cocky: he is full blown conceited. I have seen him on more than one occasion checking himself out in the mirrors around the arena and grinning when he realizes the Divas are all drooling over him. Usually Amy is in the middle of the drooling group and I've heard her say "Yup. And just think guys…I get to see HIM naked! BE JEALOUS!" I know one thing...I'm jealous of Randy Orton. I can't get that image of her in my hotel room out of my mind! She is perfection.
But if you ask me, Randy isn't all that great looking. For once thing, he spray tans himself and for another he has way too many tattoos. He kind of looks like he did hard time in prison. Of course, Amy has just as many tattoos and she is damn sexy.
When I finally met Amy in the elevator that night, I was beyond happy: I was elated! Finally I had met the blonde haired, blue eyed, tough, pierced, and tattooed beauty I had been drooling profusely over for the last couple of months. Whenever she walked into the room, it was like it was in slow motion. And I swear everytime I looked at her, she would flash me a smile that melted my heart.
I had heard rumors that she had a fangirl crush on me, but I completely dismissed it. In no way, shape, or form did I think I had a chance with a gorgeous woman like her. I sure as hell was not about to go up to her and talk to her. I have a slight fear of rejection. Ok. I have a HUGE fear of rejection. And ya know…she has rarely been alone since the first day she walked into WWE. Thinking back, it's easy for me to remember the first time I saw her.
I was sitting in catering with Kofi and chit chatting. I noticed that I had basically lost his attention and he was looking at the opposite end of the room with his eyes wide and his mouth gaped open.
"Um Kofi? What are you looking at?"
"I know WHAT I am looking at but I don't know her name" he smiled. "Look at her, Matt!"
I looked over and damn near melted into the ground. There she was with her long blonde hair, her tattoos, and piercings looking EXTREMELY (and I mean extremely) hot. I had never had the urge to want to go up to someone and kiss them without even knowing their name, but I sure did when I saw her. As I continued to drool over her, I talked to Kofi, not even taking my eyes off her.
"Two questions" I said. "One…what's her name? And two…where has she been all my life?"
"Two very good questions indeed" he laughed. "You can find out the answers if you go up and talk to her, you know."
Kofi and I sat there for the next couple minutes and discussed what I would say. I had just about built up the courage when Randy freaking Orton walked by her. To say she was drooling over him would be an understatement: she looked like she was about to pounce on him!!
"Well forget that" I sighed. "I'm not her type. Did you see the way she looked at Orton?"
"Matt my man" Kofi laughed. "Every Diva looks at him like that! Just go talk to her! What do you have to lose?"
"My dignity, my self esteem, my self respect, my pride…."
Kofi looked at me and rolled his eyes. "Matt if you don't go talk to her, you're going to regret it."
I didn't say anything as I continued to stare at her. I watched her as she effortlessly floated around from group to group, talking to everyone from Paul Levesque to Dylan Postl (Hornswoggle). She seemed so at ease and I could tell everyone loved her.
My heart sank when she went right up to Randy Orton. It seemed like it was no big deal to her, like she was used to talking to guys like him. She stuck her hand out to him and he pulled her close to him and casually kissed her on the cheek. She looked like she was about to melt.
"Damn" I sighed.
"Told you you'd regret it, Matt" Kofi said as he stood up. "See ya later."
I sure as hell do regret not going up to her and talking to her. Maybe if I had, things would be different. Maybe if I had, I'd be her boyfriend instead of Randy freaking Orton.
