CH 01

Introduction:

Meet Caylee Mero - Lesnar

Being the daughter of Sable Mero – Lesnar, when you look at me you probably think sexy, stuck up and oversexed, am I right? I bet you're sitting there, right now, wondering what problems the daughter of Sable could possibly have and laughing, writing this whole thing off. I'm right, aren't I?

Well, if you are, then sit back, shut up and hold on, because trust me people... I have more problems than you realize. I wouldn't call it bad luck, - even though it's really, really shitty, in my own opinion- or worse judgement, but yeah, trust me. Not even close to this sexy little princess that the world sees at premieres with my mom or on magazine covers when I model.

Yeah, yeah, I know, stereotypical already. I model. But only part time. Look, don't get on my back, it pays my bills, damn it, and I'm not about to be one of those girls who runs tomommy and stepdaddy when I need money. I never have been and I damn sure won't ever be.

I'm also attending college full time to become a doctor. On weekends and through the summer, I work at a pool as a lifeguard, and I teach little girls ballet and contemporary, hip hop dancing. So yeah, I work for what I call mine.

When I'm not doing that? I'm surfing. Because other than dancing and professional wrestling, surfing is probably the other hobby I have that I'm passionate about.

It's the whole reason I moved all the way from Minnesota to California in the first place. And before you go shaking your head, saying yeah right? I live nowhere near Hollywood. Actually, I live right outside of Malibu, a little 4 room beach house. Which I got completely on my own also. And I have no plans on becoming some reality star celebrity or even a real actress. I can't do it. It took me this damn long to figure out who the hell I am, and where my life's going – even though that last part's still completely unclear to me in all honesty- so why in the hell would I even want to pretend to be someone else for a few hours? It just doesn't make any sense to me.

And for those of you who sit there and think I'm some 'goody two shoes'? Trust me, I'm far from it. I have a wild streak, I'm just too damn smart to always indulge it. But every now and then... It comes out. And usually when it does, it bites me in my ass, big time. I, unfortunately, also have a bit of a temper, and a streak of bad luck that never seems to really end.

Anyways, I'm rambling again. Damn it, I hate it when I do that.

My dad was some asshole my mom dated before she met Marc or even Levesque or Brock Lesnar. He's (the jerk my mom was with before all of them) not in the picture, but the little I do remember about the guy, well.. I'm glad my mom found Brock. Say what you want about Brock Lesnar, but he is and will always be my father.

He was the one who took me to my first gymnastics class when I was little, he was the one who sat by my bedside when I had appendicitis and a raging fever and he's the one who rushed to my beach house to get my jerk of an ex out when the jerk got a little too drunk and decided that it'd be the perfect time to 'show me how he felt' about our breakup.

Goes without saying, he and mom both warned me about the jerk in the first place, but hey.. I have my mom's stubborn streak, that can't be helped.

So you all can say what you will about Brock Lesnar, but he's good to my mom and he's good to my siblings and he's good to me. So yeah, you won't ever hear me say anything bad about the guy.

Anyways, where was I, that rant kind of distracted me also.. I think I first fell in love with the sport of professional wrestling when my sister and I were about 5 and our mom had to take us on the road with her for a while. She was a heel back then, so a lot of the fans were under the misconception that she was a maneater and she was all about sleaze and sex. I just remember watching her swishing her hips in the middle of the ring, right after she'd given someone, probably Torrie Wilson or some other chick, a Sable Bomb, and when she lifted that mic and said "this is for the women who wanna be me and the men who come to see me?" I was in love..

Of course, I've always been the family ham too, so there ya go.

I used to say that one day, I'd do that, but then I got older, and I realized that it's not as easy or as glamourous as it looks on television, or to a kid like me, seeing it all first hand, backstage.

I think when I was around 16 or so, I actually did a lot of training for it, even though by now, my father, Brock had convinced me that maybe a life of getting and giving ass beatings in the squared circle weren't for me, and maybe it'd be better if I did something a bit less, well.. Brutal..

Talking to him about it, I think that's when I realized that I could be a doctor, because I like helping people, it's rewarding, and it makes me feel like I'm giving back.

My mom liked that too, because between you and me, she wasn't insane about the idea of her little girl, one of us at least, 'carrying the thong' for the next generation, so to speak. And she used to tell me that she wanted me to have a life where I got more privacy, because life in the limelight isn't nearly as fun as everyone thinks it is. She also wants me to one day fall in love and get married, have kids..

That last part.. It's gonna happen before the first two parts.. See, what I didn't mention? I'm currently 2 months pregnant. See, that ex that I mentioned before? Yeah, it's his.. But if I can help it, there is no way in hell he will ever know the baby's his. I guess that's where this story all really begins, so I'll just get to it now.

Maybe you know enough about me now to realize that everything you THOUGHT you knew about me before was probably completely and totally back ass wards wrong.

Like I said before, this isn't your typical 'fairytale'. It's probably gonna be a little scary, and it's gonna get sort of messy at times.. But I just wanted to set the record straight so that everyone knows what really happened to get me where I am today..

( A/N: Okay, so this came to me while riding around this afternoon, and given that I'm sort of stuck on the other story, and I'm in the process of outlining the sequel to my True Story fanfic, which is Zack Ryder / OC, I thought I'd post this, see what you all thought. The intention is sort of like the 'prologues' are in first person, and Caylee's sort of telling her own love story, completely backwards. I saw a lot of male legends daughter / superstar romances on here, I wanted to do one where the ofc daughter is of a Female legend this time.. If you want me to keep this going, and you have any idea who I should pair her with, (please no cm punk or shield though) then feel free to suggest someone.

By the way, the song that inspired this, I think, is a Miranda Lambert one called 'Mama's Broken Heart, so the title will most likely reflect that until I get a strong direction on where I'm taking this one. The next chapter will begin the story, and every few chapters, I might have a 'prologue, in first person that kind of recaps everything that's happened so far.)