Title: Daddy's Little Girl
Author: Siren Demented
Characters: Chris Benoit, Kristen, various wrestlers
Rating: R-ish
Content: Violence, Language
Disclaimer: I only own the fictional characters. Everyone else owns themselves and so on.

A/N: If you are wondering if the Kristen in this story is the same Kristen from "Hard Knocks", the answer is no. I use the name Kristen for my female leads a lot because Kristen is my real name. Also, this is somewhat AU, so some wrestlers who have passed on, are still with us in the story.

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"Kristen! Come on, we're going out there NOW!"

The girl ran as fast as she could to the ramp, her tag team partner, Harry Smith, stood waiting for her arrival.

"Sorry." She said breathlessly.

"You women and your make-up." Harry huffed in his British accent, sounding much like his father, Davey Boy Smith.

"And now their opponents, the team of Harry Smith and Kristen Benoit!"

"Alright, let's do this."

They were met with MONSTER boos from the fans, which made sense, seeing as how they attacked their own parents a week before. Stevie Richards and Krystal were already in the ring; Harry and Kristen rushed them and beat the living hell out of them. Harry busted Stevie in the head with a chair and the bell sounded for a DQ. Kristen grabbed the mic from the announcer and hopped back in the ring.

"Now as all of you may know…or considering how hard it is for you morons to pay attention, may NOT know, Harry and I COMPLETELY destroyed our fathers in the very ring here on SmackDown! Roll the footage!"

Clips from last week's attacks were shown. Harry with a steal chair to the head of his dad. Kristen with a sledgehammer to the stomach of her father, Chris Benoit. The clips ended and Kristen and Harry were grinning from ear to ear. Harry took the mic from Kristen.

"It's time you realized you are yesterday's news! WE are the new generation. WE are the ones and the ONLY ones who can carry our family name with any kind of dignity. And come Wrestlemania, we intend to put some old dogs," Kristen joined in. "Out of their misery!" the pair grinned evilly and they exited the ring. Fans booed and threw cans at them as they made their way to the back.

"That was great!" came a booming voice out of nowhere.

"Thanks, dad." Davey hugged his son and smiled with great pride. Kristen smiled at the sight, Davey and Harry had such a great relationship. She had that once with her father too, until she disappointed him. Now he would barely talk to her, it torn her up inside.

Kristen walked down the corridors, looking for her father's dressing room.

"It's not my fault." She thought. "I am a grown woman now, he can't treat me like I am a child anymore. Just because I decided I wanted to party some, it's my choice. It wasn't that big of a deal."

Oh but it was, her 'little partying' nearly got her killed when she crashed her car into a tree. She had to do a stint in rehab and almost lost her job. If it hadn't been for Chris begging Vince not to fire her, she would probably be back on the indy circuit right now. She finally found his door and ran her fingers over the name 'Benoit' on the door tag. She knocked lightly.

"Yeah." She could hear her father mumble. She took a deep breathe and walked in.

"Hi dad."