Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE wrestlers listed in this story, they are owned by the WWE and the Chairman Vincent Kennedy McMahon. Like so many others, I have no money to be sued so any likeness to real life is completely coincidental.

Summary: A well known superstar's daughter deals with being almost famous, with tragic consequences.

Genre: Angst and Drama

A/N: Thank you again for the support on the second chapter. I will clarify things for you now. You asked who the father was, and I mentioned in chapter two it was Shawn Michaels, so if you missed it, there you go! Also she doesn't want anything to do with her mother up until this point, so her visit has to be taken badly unless otherwise noted. So why don't I just get on with the darn thing huh? It's mother daughter confrontation time.

"I can hardly wait until you get off my case."

Her mother stood in silence watching the young woman before her, knowing her as Grace, but also noticing she wasn't the same little girl that Rebecca had left behind so long ago. She took in her daughter's features, which seemed to be more, her own, if you didn't count her eyes. Rebecca was astounded by the clear blue eyes that she hadn't come across in years.

"Well aren't you happy to see your little girl mother?" Grace asked sarcastically, knowing full well that her mother probably didn't want her there to begin with. No matter what way she went she was never really wanted. Her father had wanted her around, but in the end he was just like everyone else she had ever come across, a two faced lying sack of shit.

"Yes—of course I am I am just a little surprised is all. What brings you here Grace? Does your father know where you are?"

Grace threw a smirk at her brother Connor when she heard the pause in her mother's voice. Sure she was happy to have her, as happy as some one with a toothache that wouldn't go away.

"No he doesn't know where I am, and I would rather keep it that way. I didn't come here to chit chat with you. I thought you might like to know what became of your daughter."

Her mother stood in silence as Grace slowly grabbed her shirt sleeves and began pulling up. She wasn't here for a social call, she knew that and it was time now that her mother saw for herself what she had done to her family and to her own daughter.

When she reached the top of her arm, the sleeve totally around her shoulder she heard her mother let out a sigh that Grace was sure could be heard ten blocks over. The desired effect had been reached and she had finished what she came to do.

"I have cut myself twice for every day since you pulled out and left us. What you see before you is cut after cut above each other and the healed one before that. You wanted to cause pain in dad's life, but you didn't just hurt him, you hurt me and probably Connor too."

She made a play for the door, happy with the deathly quiet response she had gotten from her mother and slammed her way out. Maybe now the stupid cow would think twice before thinking this entire world was about her. Apparently she needed to learn there were other people in it as well.

She sat silently on the bus, knowing she had done the right thing to her mother, and happy with the results. She was on her way now to the one place that she knew would drive her father nuts. It had been a year since he had seen her, and if things worked out the way she wanted them too, the next time he would be seeing her would be in the middle of the ring he called his home.

It had been over six hours since she had walked out of her mother's house and she was almost to her destination in Connecticut. She knew the building of course, because it took up half of the downtown area in its size. Titan Sports Tower. The building where she would meet with Vince McMahon and sit down with the people that worked by his side. She wasn't going to be there as Grace Michaels though, she was going as someone totally different and she was damn sure going to make sure the meeting got her where she wanted to be.

She stood from her seat and made her way to the patron bathroom at the back of the vehicle. Assured that she was alone she stepped into the tiny space and pulled the razor out of her boot. It had been sitting in there for hours now, just waiting for the right time to come out. Well she needed courage now, and nothing gave her more courage then cutting herself.

She pulled her pant legs down and found the one spot that had been untouched in all the years since she had started. She had been saving this one spot for just the right time, and laying in on her father seemed like the best time of all. Slicing the razor across her leg she watched the blood begin to pour and fall.

She closed her eyes to the sensation and let it wash over her. She instantly felt better, much like a junkie right after the first fix in a week. She rolled her dark pant legs back down and washing her hands and putting the razor back in its location in her boot, she walked from the bathroom again.

Grace Michaels was now ready to take on the WWE.