Disclaimer: I own Tabatha Lynn Anderson.

Pairings: Dunno yet, just read. :)

Summary: She never knew her father. But she definitely had some family resemblence. Brash. Obnoxious. Total hard-ass. Kind of like the loudmouth of SmackDown, himself.

A/N: This'll be a collection of book series. :)

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Like Father, Like Daughter

By: Rainbowblack

Prolouge

Fifteen years ago...

"You'll never change, you know that?! Never!" the blonde shouted to the woman standing in the open doorway.

It was like every, classic scene in a movie when something bad happened. A dark, cold night. Everything just seemed like it was in the pits. Nothing was right. The works.

In the Greenbay native's arms was his two-year-old daughter. He and his girlfriend just had a blowout. The woman was a drug addict. She kept stealing their stuff to sell to keep supporting her habit. No way was he going to have his own daughter live around that. Adn he, himself, wasn't going to stand for it either.

"Mommy? Where's mommy?" Tabatha asked her father

"Gone, sweetie." Ken replied. "Don't worry about it."

It was the truth, after all. She was gone. Gone out of their lives, forever.


"I just can't do it. She's better off with a stable family tha being with me." Ken told the Social Services worker.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" she checked with him. "There's other ways of taking care of problesm like this. If you want, I can call up some people and-"

"Lady, don't bother. No. I'm just not the right person she should be living around, growing up with. There are far better fathers, even parents for that matter, than me and the bitch of a mom she had." he explained.

"Whose the mom?"

"Look, it doesn't matter." Ken said. "The point is; can you find her a good family?"

"Yeah, I can." she said. "Do you want the adoptive family to have any contact with you at all?"

"No. Just give her off to someone that'll know how to raise her." Ken said. "That's all I ask."