Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE or any of its wrestlers.

A/N: Okay, so this is going to be AU (not to an extreme extent), and a little on the darker side. The WWE will not be involved at all, nor will any wrestling, and I'm using Jeff's new insane gimmick mixed with a little Crow inspiration as his personality in this story. It basically takes place in a city at war. There's a picture of Summer in my profile. The character ages are:
Matt Hardy & Shane Helms – 23
Jeff Hardy – 20
Shannon Moore – 18
Amy Dumas– 22
Adam Copeland – 24
Summer McMahon & Randy Orton - 17
Shane McMahon – 27
Stephanie McMahon – 21
Paul Levesque – 28
Shawn Hickenbottom - 32
Dave Bautista - 28

What's In A Name?

Chapter 1: Perfection At It's Finest

Winter in the city is cold. Too cold. Bitter wind nipped at any skin that wasn't bundled up in wool and snow fell whenever it pleased. Any lips not protected by a fresh layer of cherry Carmax are bound to be chapped and in no condition to be kissed. And always make sure you have a travel bottle of Rich Girl moisturizer in your Burberry tote just in case you forget your cashmere gloves on the dining room table again.

Summer McMahon sat with her friends on the steps of their private all-girls school, elegantly taking a smooth drag of a Nat Sherman Black & Gold. She was as statuesque as a seventeen year old could be, filling out her uniform nicely, though you couldn't really tell through the bundle of her Marc Jacobs wool trench. Her gaze was a piercing blue and her sleek, brunette locks spilled in waves out of her Portolano mushroom hat down her perfect back. She was gorgeous by most standards, even in a school comprised of the other gorgeous spawn of rich business moguls like her father, Vincent Kennedy McMahon.

She would be the last McMahon to grace the halls of St. Bernadette's School for Girls, her only other female sibling being her older sister Stephanie. And the neighboring boy's school, St. Paul's, became barren of McMahon's when her brother Shane graduated almost ten years ago. It was doubtful that her mother Linda would have any more children at her age.

"That is the fugliest coat I've ever seen Michelle. Just because Juicy Couture makes it, doesn't mean you should wear it," Summer randomly spoke up, analyzing the paisley pea coat Michelle McCool, a girl in her grade, was wearing.

Michelle kept quiet and brushed the comment off, just like any girl Summer criticized. If you were lucky enough to even be acknowledged by a McMahon, you didn't want to do anything to discourage that, no matter what the case.

"I think the boys just got out," Jillian Fletcher, another girl in Summer's grade, pointed out. Sure enough, when Summer turned, she saw a group of handsome senior boys wrapped in Abercrombie and Burberry making their way up the steps of St. Bernadette's.

Randy Orton set his ice blue eyes on the youngest McMahon as he made his way over, followed by a group of guys from the wrestling team who were only with him to get a chance with the hottest senior girls that attended their sister school. Randy Orton dated Summer McMahon, and she was like the finest French crème brûlée. That only meant her company was just under her.

"Hey, do you have any homework tonight?" Randy asked as he stepped up beside her, watching as she flicked some ash from her fancy cigarette onto the snow dusted marble of the steps.

Instead of taking another puff, Summer leaned forward, pecking Randy on the mouth with her moisturized lips. It amazed him that she could look so perfect, even in the bitter cold. Most girls' hair frizzed with the snow and their faces blotched from the wind, but not Summer. Her hair looked untouched, small flakes decorating the dark tresses and the rosy flush on her cheeks made her looks like some bashful angel. Randy had no idea what he'd done to obtain such a prize, but he thanked whatever god there was.

"Yeah. I have to write an essay for Latin. Sorry," she apologized, not really seeming all that sorry as she carelessly shrugged. In his mind, Randy cursed.

He'd been seeing Summer for almost six months now, and he thought that was a generous amount of time to abstain from sex. Summer had saved it, which he was a little surprised at, and she was going to want it to be perfect. That's just the kind of girl she was. Perfect in each and every way. And Randy was willing to please, even going to the extent to buy some silk boxers from Barney's and rose scented candles.

I mean, could you imagine if someone had seen him in Saks, sniffing all the Ralph Lauren Home candles?

People would start to talk.

Which is why Summer's constantly packed schedule was beginning to annoy him. His parents always had the key to a Plaza hotel suite, and he was just itching to break the bed in. At this rate, he wouldn't be deflowering his girlfriend any time soon.

Frustration set in and Randy surveyed the street, looking for something to distract him. He found the perfect target; two guys, around his age, maybe a little older, clearly from the other side of the tracks. One was taller, with a weirdly shaved beard and multi-colored hair. The other had blonde hair to his shoulders, streaked with black and had an obnoxious looking bullring through his septum. Both of the guys were walking the streets like they were perfectly normal, and weren't painted up like clowns.

They didn't go unnoticed by Summer either. Why on earth would these losers paint their faces like that? Do they think it looks cool or something?

"Fucking freaks!" Randy yelled across the street, easily catching the two guys' attention. He looked proudly over at Summer, trying to read whether or not she was impressed with his antics, while the group they were with laughed.

The intense green eyes of the taller one blazed in Randy's direction, and for a minute, it looked as though he was going to come across the street and do something about the arrogant prep. The other guy he was with held his companion back though and exchanged a few words with him, before the two continued on their way.

A short, black limo pulled up in front of the steps before the commotion regarding the weird kids had died down and Summer picked her books up from a short wall and poked her cigarette out with the heel of her patent Versace boot. The rear door of the limo opened and one of her father's body guard's, Dave Bautista stepped out, eyes covered with intimidating Aviators, holding the door open as he waited for Summer.

"Well, what are you doing tomorrow?" It was worth a shot. She wasn't even paying attention, too busy looking for the chapstick she knew was in her purse somewhere.

Finding what she needed, she was able to get back on track. "Tomorrow?" Summer breathed thoughtfully as she rubbed the clear gloss over her plump, pink lips. "I'm finishing up my Christmas shopping with Shane tomorrow. But I might be able to hang out after. What did you have in mind?"

Inwardly, a parade was running through Randy's mind. Finally! He would be able to have her alone, even if it was only for a few hours. "Well, I was thinking dinner at your favorite restaurant and... well... I have the key to my parent's Plaza suite." He didn't want to come on too strong, but he also wanted to make himself loud and clear.

And she heard him.

"I see." I slight twinkle flashed in her pretty blue eyes and a teasing smirk appeared on her face. "I'll call you."

That was all the information she was going to give him, and for Randy, that was as close to a confirmation as he needed. Leaving a glossy kiss on his lips, Summer gracefully trotted down the icy steps, somehow managing not to slip, and flowed into the lavish vehicle, the massive bodyguard climbing in after her.

"Steph?" Summer's musical voice called from the other side of her older sister's bedroom door. Stephanie McMahon was busying herself with packing, ready to move out of her parent's luxury apartment. It was nice, but she couldn't wait to move in with her fiancé, another one of Vince McMahon's bodyguards, Paul Levesque.

"You can come in," Stephanie called to her younger sibling. Summer always knocked now, previously having a bad habit of barging in until she accidentally opened the door to find her sister and her man in a very compromising position, mainly his head between her legs. It was significantly horrifying and certainly stuck in Summer's subconscious.

A lesson learned indeed.

"Hey." Summer clicked the door shut behind her and strolled over to Stephanie's bed, making herself comfortable on the edge and picking up a copy of Vogue from the nightstand, mindlessly flipping through it. "I have a... question for you."

Stephanie's interest was peaked immediately. It was a rare occasion when Summer didn't know it all, so being the good older sister she was, Steph put her packing aside and sat down beside her sister, ready to reply to any questions her she had. "Okay. Go ahead."

Summer closed the magazine and tossed it onto the bed, giving her sister her full attention, a problem she frequently had. Being that self-absorbed doesn't make for a good attention span. "I was wondering about sex."

Stephanie raised her dark eyebrows, surprised. She knew her sister was a virgin, having asked on several occasions, just because she was so popular with the boys, but how could her sister be that clueless? Surely her mother had given her the same awkward talk Stephanie had gotten when she entered sixth grade. "What exactly do you want to know about it?" Stephanie attempted to get her sister to elaborate.

Summer began stroking the ends of her dark hair and sunk backward against a plush pillow. "What's it like?"

Stephanie took a deep breath and pressed her palms into her thighs. She was pleased her sister had come to her; it made her feel mature and experienced. "All the time, or the first time?"

"The first time," Summer confirmed.

"Well, it hurts a little, but not that bad, at least not for me. But, I trusted Paul, and he was very careful and made sure it was as enjoyable as possible. And then, the more you do it, the less it hurts. You might bleed, so don't worry about that. Unless it's a lot of course. Then you might've torn something." Summer frowned at that. She'd heard about a girl in her grade having to go to the hospital because she tore some tissue or something down there while having sex and it wouldn't stop bleeding. "Why, are you going to have sex with Randy?"

Summer rolled her eyes, not knowing why her sister would even bother asking. That was clearly the case. "I think he has some romantic night planned tomorrow. I'm going to go see him after I go shopping with Shane."

Stephanie laughed and shook her brunette head. "Oh god, don't tell Shane. He'll go crazy." Stephanie pushed a piece of her wavy brown hair behind her ear and stared into her sister's eyes. "Just... be careful, okay?"

"Yeah. Thanks."