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: With another story finished and ready for the record books, and another one starting the day after tomorrow or maybe tomorrow, I figured with the break I would do some updating on this one. I am glad that when you ready this story you can see people you know in the main character, for me it was seeing myself at about 15-18 and for others it is people, friends, family members and such. At least I can reach some people more personally then I thought I would with this story which makes me happy. A switch considering lately I've been down in the dumps over things that make no sense. (The ending of my other romance might be the biggest though, lol)

"She's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and her killer instinct tells her to beware of evil men."

Later On Monday Night Raw

"We got the music ready for you, mixed and loaded. Let me know what you think when you get back here after the match alright?" Jim asked, meeting her backstage before her big moment just to let her know everything would run smoothly with her entrance and it wouldn't be mock silence like some of the newbie girls had in the back.

Nodding her head slowly, she remained focused on the curtain. Her father would be sure to watch this match, seeing as someone he was close to was in it, which meant if she played her cards right, it would take about five minutes for him to register that his little girl had now infiltrated the business he had helped strive and prosper at the expense of his family.

The arena got dark then, as they prepared to cue up the explosion that would hit as she walked down the ramp. The music came in, slow and melodic and within seconds she was making her way down the ramp, scars and all on parade for everyone, including her fool headed father to see.

The crowd reacted as she thought they would, not knowing who this girl was, but judging by the way she was dressed, was there to make an impact in a big way.

If they only knew what I was really here to do. She smiled and thought to herself as she furthered her way down the ramp, grabbing the rope and jumping over it to the inside. All of the years she had spent working out in her father's home gym and the karate she would learn from any guy at the local place looking for a score seemed to be paying off. She would kill for someone to call her a 'real mess' right now. She would sure show them.

The announcer looked her up and down, giving her the same look of shock and disgust not only that her mother had given her only weeks before, but also the look her father had been seen with the night she had walked away. Well screw him, he didn't know a damn thing about what was cool, not when he looked no younger then 100.

"The match has been changed due to injury in the backstage area." The announcer said, taking his eyes off Grace and focusing on the reason he was there. "Scheduled now will be a World Heavyweight Title match between Triple H and The Heartbreak Kid Shawn Michaels."

As soon as she heard his name her blood ran cold and she ached to get in the back to get her razor and knife. When this happened to her, things changing without her consent, she usually needed a good cut before she could calm down. This wasn't far from the same now until she realized that her father would be the first person out and would see her dead away. Smiling again sickly she turned and waited for him to be introduced.

"First hailing from San Antonio Texas, weighing in at 240 LBS, HBK Shawn Michaels."

The explosions went off as he walked out and did the same routine she had spent years growing up with. No matter how old she got, she never truly understood what people saw in her father. The wrinkle lines were getting a little hard to hide and he now had a bit of a beer gut.

She settled herself down at ringside as he made his way down the ramp but before she could place herself, ready to watch her Uncle Paul make his way out, she felt someone staring a whole into her back.

Looking around she realized he must have been watching the monitor in the back, and had seen her make her way down, stealing the show right out from under him. His gaze on her now was one of pure shock and adrenaline. As she matched his glare head on, not backing down as her eyebrows matched his which were now lined in fury; she suddenly wondered if this was the right thing.

It was as if time had stood still in that moment because Paul, who was being paid to hate the man he now worked with was now in the ring following his friends gaze until it landed on the new guest time keeper. Realization set in with him and suddenly he took advantage and knocked her father to the ground.

As she watched her father fall to the ground the smile came back again as she realized maybe she would get her revenge after all. Her father was now going to pay, and it didn't even have to be at her own hands.

A/N2: This fic will start to pick up faster after this chapter, I just wanted to get this first part out of the way.