DISCLAIMER: I don’t own anyone in the WWF, if only in my dreams.
DISTRIBUTION: Flights.
RATING: G
CONTENT: Allusion to sex
SPOILERS: None that I know of.
SUMMARY: A woman thinks about everything she wants and has.
Everything... I want it all, Paris thought to herself as she looked out the window of her plush office in her Greenwich office. But you have it all, her conscience told her. The house, the cars, the handsome husband, the gorgeous lover, the adorable daughter, the career... and she wanted more.
She sighed and walked over to her desk, telling her secretary to hold all of her calls. She’d had a huge blowout with Matt this morning. He was completely against Paris’ idea to put their daughter in boarding school while they were on the road.
"So she can grow up thinking none of us want her? That’s not going to happen!"
"Mattie, she’s starting school this year. Neither one of us will be able to stay home with her 24/7. What’s wrong with her staying in school during that time? When I’m home, I’ll get her from school and she can spend the night here, at the house, with me."
"We could hire a tutor for her. That way she’d be with us all the time."
"Matt, she needs a stable environment."
"Paris, she’s been on the road with us all of her life. Touring is as stable as it gets for her."
Matt’s point was a good one and she’d stalked off angrily. Better to make a great exit than to let the other person win. Matt had left that morning for a house show, still angry and refusing to sign Samantha’s admission to school. She loved him and she loved their daughter but... She wanted more. She wished she could be a witch and she could make him be her perfect mate. Not that he wasn’t a good husband. He was the best husband she could ever hope for. But there was one thing about her he didn’t get. One side of her personality he couldn’t fulfill. And that was why she had a lover.
With Adam, she could be completely uninhibited, completely free. The sex was mind-blowing. And their wild and crazy adventures made her skin crawl with excitement.
The things he did with her, like riding a motorcycle on the highway while having sex, or touching her to orgasm on the deserted dance floor of a biker bar.
Paris sighed, running a light hand over the breasts that had become swollen with arousal as she thought of Adam. As wild and as addicted as they were to each other, they both knew it wasn’t love. He was still engaged to marry Alannah Morley and she was married to Matt Hardy. They were both committed to their spouses, present and future, but the thrill they got from being together, nothing could beat that and they were far from willing to give it up.
She glanced down at her desk and grabbed a piece of paper of the desk. Professionally, she had a job writers would die for. She was a junior writer for her father’s company, the WWF. But she wanted more of that too. She wanted her sister’s job. Carm was a brilliant writer and she was overseeing all the WWF story lines with their father and brother and Jim Ross. Paris wanted that job. She didn’t like being her little sister’s employee. She wanted to shine.
She wanted to rule that roost.
But her professional life was twofold. She was still working as Edge and Christian’s valet. And yet, they weren’t everything she wanted them to be. She wanted them to be more than just the tag team champions. She wanted them to have it all. And she wanted to have the woman’s belt for herself.
"My life’s a fucking roller coaster," Paris told the four walls of her office. "Whenever I get what I want, something happens and I want something else.
It’s driving me crazy. Not to mention my friends and my family. They try to help me, satisfy me... But I always end up wanting more... And more and more."
More, she thought. No matter what I want, I want more. Matt had accused her, over and over of not knowing what she wanted. How wrong he was. She knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted more and more and more... And then a light lit up in her mind. She picked up the remote control on the desk and rewound the tape from RAW. And stopped and pressed play... Then paused the tape. She smiled. She found her more...<>
Lita, Amy Dumas... Yes, Paris thought as her eyes remained glued to the screen. Amy would do quite well as her more... For now.
If She Knew What She Wants (J. Shear)
Susanna
If she knew what she wants
(He'd be giving it to her)
If she knew what she needs
(He could give her that too)
If she knew what she wants
(But he can't see through her)
If she knew what she wants
He'd be giving it to her
Giving it to her
But she wants everything
(He can pretend to give her everything)
Or there's nothing she wants
(She don't want to sort it out)
He's crazy for this girl
(But she don't know what she's looking for)
If she knew what she wants
He'd be giving it to her
Giving it to her
I'd say her values are corrupted
But she's open to change
Then one day she's satisfied
And the next I'll find her crying
And it's nothing she can explain
Some have a style
That they work hard to refine
So they walk a crooked line
But she won't understand
Why anyone would have to try
To walk a line when they could fly
No sense thinking I could rehabilitate her
When she's fine, fine, fine
She's got so many ideas traveling around in her head
She doesn't need nothing from mine