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: I have managed to put myself a chapter ahead of myself offline with my newest story and since I don't want to go ahead and write the whole thing in one night, I do want to write. So what better to write then this one? Well there isn't anything else, so this is what you get. I am still going to use the premise of Monday Night Raw for this chapter, but it is going to introduce father to daughter again, and also bring in someone to really use and play on her emotions a little more then her parents have. I hope you guys like it. It is my way of speeding things along better then they have been. Lori, by the way you said thank you to me for reading over that chapter, and you're welcome. Thank you for the reviews on this so far and I hope I don't disappoint.

"I never found out how she survived - a life lived in lies is a life in denial"

"How could he use the sledgehammer like that? These two men were friend's damnit!" Jim Ross could be heard screaming through the microphone loudly as Shawn was being helped out of the ring by the EMT's.

"These two aren't friends JR! Would you hit your friend over the back with a sledgehammer and then proceed to give him four pedigrees in a row?" The King answered back as Grace just sat by and waited to ring the bell again to signify the end of the match.

People might have seen it as Paul getting himself a DQ, but she knew better. Oh no, this was going to be so much sweeter.

She stood from her chair and instead of ringing the bell for the hundredth time like she had been to save face, she found her way to the ropes and jumped in to what it looked to everyone in the arena to help her ailing father, or at least see that the superstar before her now was alright. Little did they all know she had more planned then that?

Pushing her way past the emergency contact people, she slid down to the mat and could hear him whispering lightly for his little girl. Well he was about to get his wish. Still carrying the ring bell close by her side, she lifted it above her head and as it hit she watched as the blood just drained from the crowds faces.

Mission Accomplished she thought to herself as she prepared to hit him again with another low blow to the stomach and lower abdominal area. Before she had a chance to hit her mark though, she felt arms around her carrying her out of the ring and away from the real prize of seeing her father in pain in the middle of the ring.

As she was carried up the ramp she tried to get a good look at who had grabbed her and just what he thought he was doing with her.

They reached the back of the curtain and the man whose arms she had been in was revealed. Her uncle Paul or someone so close to her father that he was considered an uncle had carried her out of here and now had slammed her on the clothing trunk, leaving a huge ass dent in the box itself and even more then that on her ego.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing little girl?" Paul screamed at her, eyes so dark and full of anger she was sure he didn't want to hear the right answer.

"Payback Uncle Paul. Oh come on, tell me those sick bastards in the back and in the crowd didn't love seeing a girl beat up on a guy she doesn't know!"

"No Grace that is not what you did. You have been gone for a year and then manipulated your way into the place where your father works, to cause him more strife no doubt. What I want to know and I want to know now is why?"

Not being able to think of the right thing to tell her Uncle so that he wouldn't be so angry with her, she just proceeded to keep her mouth shut. What she didn't expect though was for her Uncle to see that as a sign of disrespect and show her such. With as much force as he could muster he slapped her then, knocking her already hurt butt off the clothing trunk and right down on the floor.

"Go home Grace and if I see you around here again I will make sure you pay for what you did out there."

"Fuck you Paul, you don't own me. Neither does that bastard in the ring. He deserved what he got and when I get the chance, so will you. You think I'm just this little messed up little girl, well you haven't seen anything yet."

She stormed off down the hallway to where she knew the locker room and her little pocket knife awaited her. She hadn't expected Uncle Paul to be the way he was, and if she couldn't make him pay, she was sure going to make sure someone did.

The slit this time was small and thin, but still sharp enough to the eye to see that the blood could be contained no longer. Oh yeah he was going to pay alright, they all were when Grace Michaels was finished with them. They all thought she didn't know the secret they'd been keeping but she knew and she was going to make sure the whole world knew.

"You alright man?" Paul asked as Shawn tended to the bandages on his chest. He knew it wasn't the smartest thing to ask the man who had just taken a beaten at the hands of his daughter but he didn't know what else to say.

"No Paul I am not alright. My own daughter was in that ring with me tonight and instead of helping me or at least being there for me she chose to kick my ass all over the place when she knew I couldn't do anything to stop her. How do you think that makes me feel?"

"Pretty fucking lousy I guess."

Shawn stared at his friend for the longest time, wondering why he hadn't noticed the resemblance before now. Sure she had some of his actions and traits, but mostly she looked like her mother, and in that split second, something else more serious hit. She looked like his best friend, the man before him now. The man who had always been known as her Uncle.

"You two faced cock sucking bastard!"

Paul taken aback at his friend's language turned around to look at the door. Someone had to have come in for Shawn to be talking to him like he seemed to be now. Sure enough there wasn't anyone else there, and then it dawned on him why his friend might have turned on him so quickly.

"What the hell has gotten into you man?"

"When were you going to tell me the truth? You cowardly fucking bastard!"

"Is this about Grace man? Are you upset because I hauled off and smacked her for what she said about you?"

"You did what?"

"I slapped her man, I mean she just wouldn't shut her mouth and I had to make her see how wrong that was."

Shawn looked at the ground and cursed her name so loud that Paul would have been deaf not to take notice of it. "What does this have to do with Rebecca Shawn?"

"Paul you fucking moron, you just hauled off and slapped your own little girl. She must know that and she is paying me back for it for some unknown reason. I can't believe with working with you for this long I never saw it before now."