Chapter 1 – A Look Back
By Evilution
Summary: Sequel to The Simple Life. It's only the beginning for Paris as her adventures in OVW begin. Randy has forgiven her for that fateful night with Paul, but can she forgive herself? There may be a new man in her life, but The Legend Killer isn't about to give up without a fight!
Rating: R for sex and language.
Pairings: Edge/Paris/Randy, Lita/Batista, Trish/Jericho, Tammy/Jeff, Amanda/Matt, Stacy/Christian, Jackie/Charlie, Stephanie/HBK, Cena?
Timeline: begins October 2003
Disclaimer: I only own Paris, Amanda, Tammy, and Katie. Everyone else belongs to the WWE or themselves. Paris' parents are based on George Clooney and Julia Roberts' characters in the Oceans Eleven movies. Don't sue cuz I'm broke, especially after buying this computer. If you're reading this story for the first time, you may want to read The Simple Life, just so you know what's going on.
Paris stared out of the airplane as they headed south toward Louisville, Kentucky and watched the sky gradually transform from a dismal gray to a soft blue, the fluffy white clouds swirling below them. She closed her eyes, trying to make sense out of what had happened only hours earlier at the hotel, and more importantly, what had happened in the last 24 hours that had led to the scene in the lobby. The faces flashed in front of her eyes, a whirlwind of confusion—Randy, Paul, Dave, Amy, Sarah, Amanda, Shane, Danny—most of them judging her, some mocking her, others full of empathy and hope.
Four weeks ago, Paris was living a semi-normal existence in her hometown of Las Vegas. The daughter of fabulously wealthy casino owner, Danny Ocean, Paris' days were spent shopping and socializing, her nights partying and excess in every sense of the word. But four weeks ago, everything had changed. Four weeks ago, Danny had dropped the bombshell. Four weeks ago, Danny had turned Paris' life completely upside down.
Danny had basically told Paris that he and her mother, Tess, were fed up with footing the bill for her extravagant yet shiftless lifestyle. They promptly cancelled Paris' tuition at UNLV, where she had just started her junior year, called up their old friend, WWE owner, Vince McMahon, and sent Paris packing. The whole method to their madness was to teach Paris a lesson about responsibility and to show her how difficult, unrewarding, and immoral a life in the entertainment business could be. As the thought of traveling with the WWE as a travel coordinator began to sink in, Paris truly believed that she had died and gone to hell—that is, until she found out that her best friend, Amanda Jones, would be going with her. The two friends were determined to make their trip to the WWE an adventure to remember.
When they arrived in the WWE, Paris and Amanda were shocked to learn that they were going to be split up since the WWE was only hiring one coordinator on RAW. It was Amanda who volunteered to be on the RAW ring crew, rather than coordinating on SmackDown, and thus, avoided her and Paris being split up. However, all the maneuvering had been in vain because Amanda ended up making friends with a girl on the ring crew named Sarah, who decided that she didn't like Paris for whatever reasons and made it her mission in life to spread vicious rumors and nasty gossip about the WWE's newest travel coordinator. It had only been during the past week, when Paris found out that she was leaving, that she and Amanda began talking again.
Nevertheless, it wasn't as if Paris had time to dwell on her problems with Amanda. During her first week, she learned all the ins and outs of the locker room by working for Y2J, Chris Jericho, and she became best friends with the WWE's most extreme diva, Amy Dumas, or Lita as she was better known to fans. Not only that, but she attracted the attention of the WWE's hottest young superstar, Randy Orton, and the company's most powerful front man, Paul Levesque, who was better known as The Game—Triple H.
Paris' history with the group known as Evolution was long and storied even though she had only known them for a month. On her first night, Paul had tried to intimidate her, to let her know who ran the locker room. But Paris wasn't impressed…and she let Evolution know it. After Paul tried to have her fired, Paris decided that it was probably in her best interests to swallow her pride and apologize rather than remain on the bad side of the WWE's most elite group. In the process, a relationship developed not only between Paris and the Legend Killer, Randy Orton, but also between the Queen of Xtreme, Amy Dumas, and the Monster of Evolution, Dave Batista. Of course, Amy's relationship with Dave ended her long-standing yet tumultuous romance with the Sensei of Mattitude, Matt Hardy Version 1.0, who blamed Paris for Amy's new-found independence and her association with Evolution. In his jealousy and bitterness, Matt instigated a tryst between Paris and Mr. Monday Night, Rob Van Dam, that left Paris completely humiliated and questioning whether she belonged in the WWE or not. Thankfully, nothing really became of her interlude with Rob, except for a lot of gossip brought about by none other than Sarah and a small scuffle in the locker room between Randy and Rob.
Paris' relationship with Randy was far more complicated than anything that could have gone down between her and Rob. On the surface, they were the perfect couple—young, attractive, on the verge of falling in love—and at first, things seemed to be moving along smoothly, following the natural progression that all new relationships do. But as the weeks went by, Paris' frustration grew as Randy pushed her farther and farther away by using every excuse in the book to avoid making love to her. His rationale was that she was a virgin and her first time should be just right. Neither Randy nor Paris could have ever imagined how wrong it could have gone.
About a week ago, Vince asked Paris to go to Ohio Valley Wrestling, the WWE's training ground, to become a WWE diva. Randy was very supportive, even though he was less than thrilled with her living arrangements. She was going to be living in a house in Louisville, KY with three wrestlers, one of which Randy disliked immensely. To add stress to an already difficult situation, Paris' father, Danny Ocean, was insisting that she return home to Las Vegas, stating that he sent her to the WWE to learn about responsibility and the evils of a life in the entertainment business, not to become one of the company's many scantily-clad bimbos. It seemed to bother Danny that Paris was happy and that she had a boyfriend. He even went so far as to have Randy investigated, uncovering his arrest and discharge from the US Marine Corps. Of course, Paris already knew about Randy's past in the military and in the end, she broke free from Danny's control and signed her contract without his blessing.
On her last day with the WWE, Paul had given Paris a diamond ankle bracelet as gratuity/goodbye gift, which resulted in a hot and steamy tryst in the locker room that Randy almost walked in on. Paris was so ashamed…she loved Randy, but Paul always seemed to have this effect on her. The self-loathing became too much and she told Paul to stay away from her until she left the next morning. That night, Paris was hell-bent on seducing Randy, knowing that it would be a long time before she saw him again. Once again, Randy pushed her away and Paris' anger erupted so violently that she broke up with the Legend Killer and kicked him out of their room. Amidst all the emotion, Randy tried desperately to tell her the secret that he had been carrying around, but Paris was in no mood to listen.
What happened next was like a combination of something out of a bad romance novel and an equally bad porno flick. Paris went to a room party and got slightly inebriated, only to run into Paul on her way back to her room. Without a lot of preliminaries, Paris had sex with the very man that she had been hoping to avoid. And it wasn't just any sex…it was hard and intense, not what Paris pictured her first time to be. Naturally, Paul had no clue that she was a virgin, focusing more on his own pleasure. Afterward, he went back to being the same old Paul, the person Paris had learned to hate and distrust, despite her uncontrollable attraction to him. He became Triple H…arrogant, cold, ruthless, completely confident that whatever he wanted, he got. Paris had never met such an enigma. One moment she wanted to rip his clothes off and the next she wanted to scratch his eyes out. The guilt was overwhelming. She knew that she never should have had sex with him and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Randy would find out. She had hoped to be long gone in OVW before the shit hit the fan, but fate, as it often did, intervened.
After Paul left, Amy's boyfriend, Dave Batista, stopped by to check on Paris. Much to her shame and dismay, he had walked by and glimpsed her with Paul through the curtains. Dave advised her not to give up on Randy, that whatever had happened didn't matter, that she needed to hear what the Legend Killer had to say. The Monster of Evolution had sent Paris to take a bath while he went to find Randy. But as Paris exited the bathroom, she heard voices coming from Evolution's adjoining suite. Apparently, Dave had left the door slightly ajar by accident when he left. As Paris tiptoed to the door, she heard a conversation that she never should have heard, that she never wanted to hear, that to this moment was still echoing in her ears.
A bet. Randy, Dave, and Paul had made a bet over who could sleep with her first. Paris had never been so humiliated in her entire life. She flung the door open and totally unloaded on the three stunned members of Evolution. Feeling the sting and the hypocrisy of her verbal assault, Randy fired back with a barrage of his own. He told Paris that the bet was a mistake, that he had made it before he really knew her. Then, he fell in love with her, but Paul wouldn't let him out of it. That was why he refused to sleep with her…he didn't want to take her virginity on a bet. But then, Randy's self-effacing tirade took an ugly turn. What did it say about Paris when they had one little argument and then, she cheated on him? Randy knew what he did was stupid and immature, but what about what Paris had done? Needless to say, the conversation didn't end well, with Paris being carried kicking and screaming into her room by Paul, who unceremoniously threw her on the bed and told her that she was being a bitch. True, they had fucked each other, but she didn't need to keep rubbing it in Randy's face. As he slammed the door, Paris dissolved into her self-loathing guilt once again and vowed never to speak to Evolution as long as she lived.
About an hour or so later, Paris got a visit from her old friend, Amanda Jones, who had been promoted and give Paris' travel coordinator job, not to mention the fact that she was now dating Matt Hardy. What Amanda told her almost convinced Paris to pack her bags and go home. Almost. But that would have been quitting and Paris wasn't a quitter. Plus, if she quit, then, they won again—all the people who had hurt her…Paul, Sarah, even Randy to some extent. Amanda told Paris that Sarah had been down in the hotel gym when Dave came in to talk to Randy and try to calm him down. Sarah heard everything and was well on her way to letting everyone know exactly how Paris became a WWE diva…by sleeping with Triple H.
Unable to take anymore, Paris fell into a fitful sleep and awoke early so could leave for the airport unnoticed and without incident. Unfortunately, that was too much to ask. First, there was a confrontation with Sarah, in which Amanda and Matt, of all people, came to Paris' rescue, revealing that Sarah had bribed the gym attendant for information and then, falsely told him that her name was Amanda Jones when he asked her out. Naturally, Sarah gave the poor chump a disconnected phone number as well, and after he called it and discovered her trickery, he looked Amanda up in the hotel directory, being that he was an employee. Amanda was able to put two and two together and with some inadvertent help from Paul, succeeded in thoroughly embarrassing Miss Sarah. Next, Paul tried to talk to her and give her a letter, but before she could take it, Randy had rushed into the hotel lobby in his underwear, trying to catch Paris before she left. The morning ended with Randy on his knees begging Paris not to leave just yet, not before they talked, and Paris rushing out of the lobby in tears, the guilt unbearable. She never did get Paul's letter and was still wondering as she stared out the window what he could have possibly written in it to make her feel any better…or any worse than she already did.
Now, she was on a plane, headed for Ohio Valley Wrestling…the events in WWE a not-so-distant memory. She knew that when she went back to the WWE that she would have to face Randy and Paul again…it was inevitable. They were two of the biggest stars on RAW. She loved Randy with all of her heart, but Paris was a realist. She knew it could never be. The ghost of Paul and that fateful night would always be between them. She loved Randy too much to humiliate him like that, even though he insisted that he had forgiven her. She had given Paul something that she could never get back and God knows he was the last person on Earth who deserved it. It was something that had been meant for only one person and that was Randy Orton. Now, she could never give that to him. In fact, all she could offer Randy right now was painful reminders of her weakness and drama that he didn't need. It was pointless…she was used merchandise and no longer deserved a guy like the Legend Killer.
Hopefully, she would be too busy in her new home to dwell on it too much. She was going to be living in a house in Louisville with three wrestlers—Adam Copeland, who was coming back from a 14 month neck injury; Jeff Hardy, who was negotiating a return to the WWE; and Mike Mizanin of Real World fame, who was trying out for a developmental contract and a possible spot on Tough Enough next year. She would be training at Trax South with Fit Finlay, Ivory, and John 'Big' Gubrurick from Tough Enough. She hoped that it would take her mind off of everything else that was going on. She hoped that one day she would be able to close her eyes and not see Paul Levesque's mocking sneer. She hoped that she could sleep at night without seeing Randy's blue eyes boring into her, begging her to tell him why. She hoped that she could work hard enough to make everyone forget the gossip and see her for who she really was, not just the girl who screwed Triple H.
Hope. It was all she had left.
Guess who's back…back again…Jeanne's back…tell a friend! Sorry this chapter was so short, but I kind of wanted to do a quick review of what had happened in The Simple Life, in case people only get time to skim over it. I've had several comments about the letter from Paul and just to clear up any confusion, Paris doesn't know yet that she has it because he slipped it into her bag when she wasn't looking. She's going to overlook it when she unpacks and then, find it later on. I've changed my mind several times on what I want it to say. Should it be an apology or a veiled threat? Is he done with her or will he pursue her? Any suggestions here would be helpful—it's the only thing that's stumping me in this sequel. Anyhoo, should I keep going? Please review—you all know this cheeky monkey loves reviews. Big hugs…
-Evilution