. Just another Hilton?
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The scene commences inside of a gym, Rebecca Rancid's personal gym. The first thing that catches ones eye would be the flat screen T.V on which the tape of Tyna Hilton's promo is playing. Tyna's voice is becoming more and more audible as Rebecca slows down on the tredmill. She wears a pair of black shorts and a baby blue tank top with pink sweat bands on her wrists. Aside from She pushes her hair away from her face, tieing it up and making the sweat beads on her face more visible. Watching Tyna run around in circles asking people; young and old if they believe that Rebecca's going to beat her, she just rolled her eyes. Surely those must have been members of Tyna's family since they ended up kissing her ass. Who hasn't heard of Rebecca Rancid? Okay, there are someone people who aren't into wrestling and then there are people like Tyna Hilton. Tyna, knowing nothing about the wrestling industry decided to throw herself into it eyes closed, head first. How dumb is she? For her to actually think she's the best in the business is nothing but a big joke. She's as good as her counterpart Isabell Winters, and no that's not a compliment. The only legit woman she's ever faced in W2K was Amber Michaels but that doesn't make her the best. Tyna obviously didn't know Rebecca very well to assume those sort of things, but she still went on and made herself look like a complete ass. Rebecca, however, knew some of Tyna's dirty history. She heard about Tyna's constant run ins with Jade Jiles and what made her laugh was the fact that Jade owned Tyna left, right and center. Poor little Tyna, she had no idea what she was getting herself into.

Suddenly a phone rung down the hallway diverting Rebecca's attention from Tyna's tacky little promo. Pausing the tape, she advanced towards the small passage where she lifted the phone on her way out.

εïз·Rebecca | Hello.. Oh hi. I've been waiting for your call.. I'm great and yourself? Yeah yeah, let's cut to the chase.. so you're inviting me over today, right?

Shutting the door behind her, she begins to climb up the stairs and walks into another hallway leading towards her main room.

εïз·Rebecca | It'll be great. Just wait and watch. I hope you have the papers ready.. whatever, I don't care what happens, I just want her to feel like shit. Okay, love ya. See you later.

Hanging up, she smirks for a second and then puts the phone down on a nearby table. She then heads upstairs for a nice shower. Her day was only beginning and she wanted to take in each and every moment of it.

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The cool air blew briskly against her face, pushing her blonde locks back as she stuck her head out of the window. Joining her was a noteable friend who took a whip of fresh air himself. Oh, don't pretend like you didn't know who he is. Recently divorced from academy award winning actress Reese Witherspoon, the single most eligible bachelor in America; Ryan Phillipe. What was he doing in a limo with the lovely Rebecca Rancid? You never know. They exchanged smiles, obviously enjoying each other's company and then went back inside as instructed by the driver. As the windows were rolling you could hear loud giggles from her and then a few moans from him. The limo stopped outside a rather large house. This house had been seen before on national television as it was the residence of someone who held such fame in the industry. Another one of those? Rebecca has been partying with Hollywood's horniest, courtesy of Lola Star and this particular person was dearer to Lola than anyone else had been, or at least from what we've seen on T.V. She might also be of relevance to Tyna since they had the same last name. Does the name Paris Hilton ring a bell in one' head? To answer our previous question, Paris was famous for one too many reasons, some which half the world is already aware of therefore not needing to cover it. The driver immediately got out and opened the doors for two of the fanciest dressed hotties to get out. As soon as Ryan and the lovely woman on his hand; Rebecca Rancid got out of the car, they were greeted by a blond woman. No, it wasn't the bimbo Paris but her much smarter sister Nicky Hilton.

εïз·Ryan | Hi, Nicky! Me and my girlfriend here are hungry, we'd like some popcorn.

The two of them chuckle and smirk at Nicky.

εïз·Rebecca | You heard him, make with the popcorn, stretch!

They both begin to laugh again, but Nicky just rolls her eyes. But before she can say anything, they already seem to be all over each other. Rebecca has her hands wrapped around Ryan's neck as they are both sucking faces like two teenagers. She turns to smile devilishly at Nicky while Ryan proceeds to lick her neck.

εïз·Rebecca | We just fucked in the car.

She winks and he lets out a few chuckles himself. Wrapping his arms around his girl, they make their way towards the Hilton household followed by Nicky. Over at the door they greet Paris who wears some really skanky clothes as usual and her two cent lip gloss on her snaggle tooth. She gives them a sarcastic smile which is exchanged by Rebecca.

εïз·Rebecca | Paris!

She exclaims and throws her arms around the bottle blond. The two of them kiss on the cheek and then Paris grabs hold of Rebecca's elbows.

εïз·Paris | Becky, it's so nice to see you after all this while. Lola has told me what you've been up to lately. I was so sad for you but here you are looking hotter than ever and damn, if I was a man I'd be all over you.

Ryan clears his throat and arches an eyebrow at Paris. Since he's standing behind Rebecca, he places both arms on her shoulders and kisses her neck as she conversates with Paris.

εïз·Rebecca | Okay, enough with the mushy fake talk. I came here for once reason and one reason only. You know what to do, Paris.

Refusing to look into Rebecca's eyes, Paris hands her a rusty brown folder. A smile spreads across Rebecca's face as she snatches the folder out of Paris's hands. She opens the document and takes a look at the pages freshly printed and signed by Hilton. No, not that Hilton, the head Hilton of the household. She closes the document and looks towards Ryan.

εïз·Rebecca | Baby, I'm going to need some privacy.

He smiles and plants one last kiss on Rebecca's sweet lips and they part ways.

εïз·Paris | Is he really your boyfriend?

Rebecca rolls her eyes and places her arm on Paris's shoulder.

εïз·Rebecca | No, we're just fucking around. Do you think I'm an idiot?

εïз·Paris | No.

Paris answers without hesitation.

εïз·Paris | Let's go do this in a much nicer place. My lawyers are back there.

Rebecca acompanies Paris to her garden followed by a few camera men. The camera begins to film a special segment just for Tyna Hilton's personal view, not leaving out the rest of the world. Even the news channels are going to be airing this as Paris Hilton is attracts the public.

εïз·Rebecca | Just when she thought she was safe, I come along and make her life MISERABLE. As you all know, I have a big match this week and I plan to dominate my opponent, not only in the ring but I also would love to make her personal life a living hell. I want to see Tyna tick, I want to get under her skin and make every breathing moment of her life a living hell. Once she captured that belt and was crowned the W2K Championess, she signed a deal with the devil all the while forgetting he was my father. Tyna must think this is some kind of joke as she refuses to take her life or job seriously. I bet she's sitting back there, doritos in one hand and beer in the other at a slumber party with the rest of her commoner friends thinking this is funny. But you don't see me laughing, Tyna. Although I will be after seeing the reaction on your face when you see this. You think I'm just a nobody? I don't give a fuck what your opinion about me is because you can't seem to get your head out of your ass and look at the world around you. Don't get me wrong, you're nothing to me, a big fat nobody. The only reason you have my undivided attention is because you carry something that should be MINE around your waist. I'm sure your friends Summer Stratus and her lackies would think I'm wrong and agree with you but then again Summer hasn't seen me wrestle before. The only chance she actually got to meet me personally was when I accidently bumped into her on the street a few days ago. Aside from that, she saw me get the attention of her little master a year ago when I entered a stupid fed she was in. Isabell Winters might think differently. I've faced her before and she certainly doesn't think I'm a pushover, for her own safety I hope not. You, however, are a whole different ball game. You've never met or heard of me and probably think I'm new to the business. In that small world you live in, I'm non existant and there is no hope of me beating you.

Paris Hilton herself lets out a loud 'Ha' after getting a earful of what Tyna thinks.

εïз·Rebecca | But that's only in your eyes and the eyes of ignorant women like Summer. Don't worry, Tyna because I have a little something for you. It's called a lawsuit and Paris Hilton is going to drop it on your ass. You love stealing from other people, don't you? Tyna Hilton? Obviously people must have assumed that you were related to Paris and bought your shit just because you were a 'Hilton'. Little did they know, you had no relation to her and was just using the Hilton name to advance your career. Have fun in court, bitch and for the record, I won't be there because I've got better things to do. Once I'm done with breaking your face in the ring, you can visit Paris Hilton's plastic surgeon and get a whole new one for your appearance. Oh and it's okay, Tyna, the fun doesn't stop there. When you come back you can take your place as W2K's championess again, just so I can open a whole new can of whoop ass on you and make you go through the same thing over and over again.

Pausing momentarily, she smirks and crosses her arms.

εïз·Rebecca | And it's not all Paris's fault because *I* was the one who suggested this to the Hilton family and they all agreed with me. Just remember that I was the bitch behind your downfall when you're sitting on rock bottom. You're probably wondering why I put you there. Am I a ruthless person? I don't know, Tyna, I think you'd be better of answering this question yourself. I love to overdo things and most of the time, I've outdone myself on screwing someone else's life up. But I don't do things without valid reason and you've given me the push I needed to do ahead and do this. After you stole that contract from the three of us, it was the last straw. Not like there were any other straws because I don't give chances that easily. You fucked us over, Tyna, at least I feel it because I care about that title more than those other sluts do. I think they have no problem bowing down to you and kissing your ass but I'd never stand for something like that. Looks like your bitchyness finally put you in the place you deserve to be. See you in hell, Miss *Hilton*.

Rebecca blows a kiss to the camera and holds up the brown file Paris Hilton gave her. The words 'Hilton' are written in black, probably with a permanent marker. The scene ends on a much lighter note where everyone in the Hilton house is back to minding their own business.