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A/N: I know i shouldn't be starting a new story, but I have had this idea for a while now and decided to play it out and see how it goes. Your feedback is greatly appreciated on this; should I continue it, or should I end it. Please Read and Review!
Chapter 1: Open Your Eyes
"Remind me again why we are here"
Nicky Hilton looked back at her older sister, "Because I wanted to come here Paris."
Paris rolled her eyes and continued walking in the direction that her sister was leading them to. She truly did not want to be spending her entire Monday evening in some stuffy old arena. She didn't even know why she had bothered to let Nicky drag her along. It wasn't like she was going to be much fun, as she could never quite understand what it was that her sister saw in this so called "sports entertainment." All Paris Hilton did know was that she'd much rather be on a farm milking a cow that here at a WWE show.
As they passed what seemed to be the makeup room, Paris stopped to look at herself in the mirror. She fixed her hair and added some lipgloss, making sure she looked just right. She checked her outfit one last time before turning back to her sister who patiently waited for her. When Paris was all done, Nicky quickly turned on her heels and continued walking down the deserted hallways, anxious to get to their destination.
Nicky Hilton, unlike her sister, had tried her best to keep her life as private as possible. And so it was that very few people knew that she had been a wrestling fan her entire life. So, when she had learnt that the WWE was going to be putting on a weeks worth of shows in California, Nicky knew she couldn't miss this for the world. She had personally called up Mr. McMahon and asked if he would have the time to meet with her, and to her great surprise, he had been happy to agree.
Of course, she didn't want to go alone, so she opted to bring along Paris. Even though Paris had begged and pleaded with Nicky not to drag her along, in the end she got her way. After all, Nicky had attended plenty of parties that she would have missed if not for Paris, who always brought her along every where. Now it was Nicky's turn; she was going to do something she wanted and Paris was going to have to come along.
She looked over her shoulder at Paris, "We're meeting Mr. Vince McMahon, he's the owner of the company. He's probably going to want to talk to us for a bit, and then he said we would have some time to meet some of the wrestlers before the show starts." Nicky was all smiles as Paris nodded her head; she was much more excited than her sister was.
Suddenly, Nicky stopped dead in her tracks. Paris quickened her pace and walked over to her, wondering what was wrong, "Nicky, are you okay?"
"In a few moments, I'm going to be meeting Mr. Vince McMahon, the owner of the WWE. I have looked up to this man since I can remember Paris, what if I make a total fool out of myself. What if I say something stupid and he's going to think I'm an idiot, what if..."
"Nicky! Would you stop. You're going to be fine, just calm down. Honey, you've been watching since you were a little girl, I would think that by now you know just about everything there is to know; your not going to say anything stupid, because its impossible." Paris reassured.
"You're right, I'm going to be fine. I just...I can't believe we are actually here Paris! Can you believe it?" Nicky had gone from anxious to happy in a matter of seconds.
"Of course I can believe it. Now come on, you don't want to be late, now do you?" Paris began walking in the direction they had previously been headed and Nicky followed closely behind.
Within a few minutes they began to hear and see the buzzing of the workers running back and forth, making sure everything was going to be read in time for 6 o 'clock. Every step they took, Nicky became more and more excited as she was finally coming face to face with what was the WWE.
They found their destination, Vince McMahon's office, and knocked on the door. After hearing a faint "Come in", they slowly opened the door to find Mr. McMahon along with Shane and Stephanie seated in a plush leather couch.
"Come on in," Vince ushered them in. The two women walked in and smiled at the two younger McMahons. Stephanie and Shane both stood and walked over to introduce themselves.
After brief introductions, they all sat down around the glass desk. "So Nicky, tell me what attracted you to the world of wrestling" Vince asked.
"The first time I saw a live wresting show was when I was 5. My grandfather was a big fan and I would watch it with him every week. It was like our little tradition."
"How about you Paris?" Stephanie asked.
Paris smiled, how was she supposed to tell the owner and his children that she had never watched a single moment of WWE television in her life. She had to say something; they were all awaiting an answer from her.
"Actually," Paris started, "Nicky is slowly introducing me to the WWE. I don't know very much right now, but I'm learning." She smiled her famous sweet smile.
"Well of course. I'm sure with time, you will come to know all there is about the WWE." Shane spoke.
"That's exactly what I've been telling her" Nicky continued.
After a few more moments of idle chitchat, Vince announced he had to get to a "Pre RAW" meeting. He invited the two Hiltons to join him, so that he could introduce them to the roster. This would be an easier way for them to be able to meet everyone there was to know, instead of having them shown around by someone. Paris and Nicky agreed that it would be most accommodating, and followed Vince, Shane and Stephanie over to the large meeting room where the wrestlers had already begun to assemble.
They took their seats in the rear of the room, as to be able to get a good look at everyone, and see what it was really like to be backstage. After about 5 minutes, Vince called the meeting into order, and began talking about the various storylines they were going through. He made some adjustments, gave some praises and his share of criticism, and then went on to explain their traveling schedules for the next week.
As Nicky listened intently to Vince speak, she was drawn in by the everyday action of the WWE. She always loved watching wrestling on television, but seeing the backstage action was even more exciting. Now, she would be able to see how the wrestlers interacted behind the scenes; something she had always been interested in.
She scanned the room watching whom sat with whom. She noticed that Edge, Chris Jericho, Christian, and Chris Benoit all sat together. Behind them were Trish Stratus, Stacy Keibler, Lita, and Christy Hemme. On the other side of the room sat Triple H, Batista, and Randy Orton. Nicky knew that Evolution was now broken up, but she realized that they really must be good friends. And so, it was in this manner that Nicky was able to figure out whom socialized with whom.
As Nicky was focused on her surrounding, Paris could not have been more bored. Everything Mr. McMahon was saying was of no relevance to her; she didn't understand a word that was coming out of his mouth as it all had to do with some storyline. She didn't know any of the people he was referring to, so she couldn't even put a face to the name. She didn't know who this Randy Orton was or who Shelton Benjamin and Chris Jericho were or what their new feud was.
Paris suddenly felt very out of place; something she had never felt before. She looked over to her sister and realized how entranced Nicky was. Paris now realized that maybe she should have paid more attention to what her sister was interested in, after all Nicky did her share for Paris. She resolved that from this moment on she was going to pay more attention to Nicky and her interests, after all it didn't seem all that bad.
As the meeting came to a close, Vince had one last announcement, "Finally, I'd like you all to meet two very special ladies who will be here with us for the week we will be spending here in California. I'd like you all to make them feel welcome," he looked to the two girls and smiled, "Paris, Nicky." he motioned for them to stand up and they complied.
Now, as they stood in the back of the room, all eyes were on them. They were the center of attention; something both sisters, especially Paris, had become quite accustomed to. Paris and Nicky both smiled and gave a little wave, and then sat back down in their seats.
Vince had a few closing remarks and then dismissed the meeting. Paris and Nicky sat in the seats; Nicky watching the wrestlers walk around and out of the room, Paris checking her appearance in her compact. Vince then approached them and suggested they join everyone in catering where they would be able to socialize. He led them to a table, and then excused himself as he had business to attend to.
They sat in silence a while as Nicky, again, took in all her surroundings. The WWE completely fascinated her, and she couldn't get enough of it. She just wished that Paris felt the same. The more she looked around, the more she realized that these were normal people whom she looked up to and respected in so many ways. She really longed to speak to some of them, however, being the less sociable of the two Hilton sisters, she was afraid to do so.
"Why don't you go and talk to some of them?" Paris finally asked. She knew her sister well enough to know that she was dying to have a conversation with one of them. She just didn't understand why she hadn't done so already.
"No, it's okay. I'll stay here with you..." Nicky began but was cut off by Paris.
"Oh please! I can take care of myself Nicky, so go on."
"No, I really don't feel like it right now..."
"Would you stop making excuses! I know you want to talk them, but what I can't seem to understand is why in the world you haven't marched your butt over to them yet." Paris cocked an eyebrow awaiting her sisters response.
"I'm not making excuses Paris, I just..." Nicky sighed as Paris rolled her eyes. "Okay fine, I guess I'm nervous to talk to them. I mean these are people that I watch on television every week, so it's a little weird for me to have the opportunity to talk to them."
Paris was taken aback by Nicky's response. "Well Nicky, with the way you put it, you make it seem like your some nobody on the street. Your Nicky Hilton for God's sakes, not just some everyday fan. If anything, they should be the ones nervous about speaking to you."
"Paris!"
"What! It's true, your richer and more famous than any of these people here. You have nothing to be nervous about." She sat back and smiled.
Nicky shook her head and laughed. Her sister always had a way of making her find any situation funny; especially after the way she twisted it around like she just had. It wasn't like Paris was conceited or anything, she just said exactly what she thought, which of course ended up being true most of the time.
"I suppose your right Paris, but still..."
"Still what! I don't care what I have to do, you are going to go over there and talk to some of these damn wrestlers. I refuse to let this be a waste of my time. We came here with a purpose, and we are going to fulfill that. Now get yourself over there."
Nicky pouted, "Will you at least come with me?"
"If this is the only way that I am going to get you to do this, then fine." Paris stood and searched the room for a group whom they could go and socialize with. She spotted a group of blondes and began making her way over to them, Nicky in tow.
They quickly reached the table and Paris walked over to them and smiled, "Hi, I'm Paris."
The men and women seated at the table turned their attention towards Paris. They smiled and one of them stood. Paris was now eye level with a tall blonde man. He had long hair and green eyes, which seemed mysterious. He was muscular, as she could tell by the way his black shirt hugged his body. In all, Paris thought he was quite good looking; sexy in fact.
Adam scrutinized the woman before him: Paris Hilton, the most notorious socialite ever to make a name for herself. He had always thought she was an interesting person to say the least, and there was no mistaking that she was very beautiful. She wore a white wife beater with her signature "That's Hot!" catchphrase written in pink across her chest. Her short jean skirt exposed her toned stomach and legs, and her red stilettos made her taller than she already was. Her long blonde hair was lose and straight, cascading over her shoulders.
He held out his hand and grinned, "Nice to meet you, I'm Adam Copeland."
Paris shook his hand and smiled, then she turned to Nicky, "This is my sister Nicky. She's a big fan."
He shook her hand as well, once again grinning his infamous smile. "Well, I would have never thought, but it's great to hear that we have attract a diverse crowd of fans." He turned back to those seated as his table, "Would the two of you like to join us?"
"Sure, why not." Nicky agreed.
They sat themselves down at the table, Paris next to Adam and Nicky next to her. Adam then went on to introduce them to the rest of the table. There was Jay, who Paris learnt played a character named Christian, Chris Irvine, whom everyone called Jericho, as that was his on screen persona, and the last of the men was Chris Benoit a 18 year veteran. Adam then introduced them to the 3 women seated at the table; Trish Stratus, Stacy Keibler, and Amy Dumas, also known as Lita. Paris had noticed Trish during the meeting and had immediately thought her to be gorgeous.
The group began to converse, and it was at this point that Nicky began to loosen up and was able to ask them the questions she had always wanted to. Nicky had always thought she knew everything there was to know about wrestling, but while speaking to them she realized that she didn't know half as much as she thought she did. As they spoke to her about storylines and training, Nicky continued to learn, as did Paris.
Paris listen intently to their conversations and saw that it seemed she had underestimated the WWE. She became more and more intrigued as she continued to listen, and realized that if people like Trish, Stacy and Amy were in this profession, it couldn't be all that bad, and so she decided that she was going to give the WWE a chance.