Chapter 13:

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"Do you know how many people have been calling me today?" Vince asked, a gleam in his eyes.

Catelyn narrowed her eyes as she glared at him. Shawn stepped forward, pushing her behind him.

"Can't say I care, Vince." Shawn said. "And no I don't care about whatever idea you have floating around. Catelyn is not a wrestler, and she does not want to be one. You've already dragged her into one stupid story line, I won't let you drag her into another."

"I got her to agree to the match with Ashley, who's to say I can't make her agree again? You do want that title don't you?"

Shawn's jaw tightened. "The match has been set for this weekend already."

"And what about your future chances?" Vince challenged

"excuse me, guys, I'm right here. How about talking to me instead of over me. I mean the decision is initially mine, right?" Catelyn asked.

Vince turned to her, a big smile on her face. "You can go far being billed as Catelyn Michaels, Shawn Michaels daughter."

Catelyn lifted a brow, an amused expression on her face. "Did you not read the story Vince, I'm a fraud."

Vince's smile dropped. "You-you are?"

"Don't you actually read the articles? According to them, I made it up, I'm a fraud. Sorry can't help you."

He glared at both of them. "This isn't over."

"It is for now. So Buh-bye."

Vince left and Shawn turned to his eldest daughter in shock. "Do you even realize how you just talked to my boss?"

"You threw him up against a wall."

"That's different."

Catelyn rolled her eyes. "I'm not contracted by him and he's just going to keep blackmailing you if you don't tell him to fuck off now."

"Language."

She sighed and rolled her eyes again, looking to Matt and Jeff for help. "Am I right?"

"I'm still coming to terms with the fact you two are related." Jeff said.

"You believe we are?" Catelyn asked.

"Matt said it was true. I believe him."

Catelyn sunk onto a chair, and Shawn placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Like I said before, you have to ignore what everyone says, let's worry about your match this weekend."

She looked up at him, smiling weakly. "Yeah, you're right. We know the truth, so screw em."

He smiled. "That's my girl. You want to get some practice in before we have to get ready."

She nodded and stood up, leading the way to the ring.

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Catelyn paced in the Hardy's locker room, more nervous than she had ever been in her life. The past few days had been a whirlwind. Both her and Shawn had been bombarded with calls wanting to know the truth. They kept quiet and ignored them all. As did Becca who was being bombarded as well wondering how she felt about her fraudulent step daughter. No answers were given but Elizabeth had sure made herself known. Popping up in articles and on radios begging Catelyn to return her calls, to come home and give up this silly charade. Catelyn had yet to receive one phone call from her.

But today was the day. Her first ever and hopefully only WWE match. She was scared. She might've got the upper hand on Ashley last time. But who's to say the Diva couldn't just wipe the ring with her.

"You'll do fine."

"Will I?" She asked turning to Matt with a small frown. "What if she completely kicks my ass?"

"I'll be waiting in case anything happens, okay? Remember she doesn't think you can do anything but you can, you're a natural."

She smiled. "I'm a Michaels. But that doesn't mean I want to do this."

"But I'm proud of you for doing it." He said, grabbing her hand.

"Thank you. I have to go talk to Shawn. We have an announcement to make before my match."

He kissed her before letting her go. "You'll be fine. Love you."

She kissed him back. "You too. I'll see you after the match."

She left his room and started towards Shawn, only making it half way before she was stopped.

"Little One."

She turned around with a raised brow.

"Quite the news going around."

"Isn't it?" She asked with a smirk.

He stopped in front of her. "I believe you, though."

She smiled. "Why are you trying so hard to get on my good side Edge? Both my father and boyfriend hate you, yet you still keep pushing."

"There's more going on then you're willing to admit. You've been hurt. I don't like seeing you so upset." He lifted a hand, gently trailing it down her cheek as he spoke.

She shook her head, pulling back. "You have no reason to care. So stop. Nothing has happened to me. You don't have to worry about me."

"Then why the freakout that day?"

"Cause you were a jackass maybe? That ring a bell."

He sighed. "I said I was sorry, plus I saved you from Randy."

"Thank you for that but please don't care so much, you'll just get into more trouble with Matt and Shawn."

He snorted. "You think they scare me? I've beaten them both countless times. You take care Little One and good luck in your match."

He left, leaving Catelyn more confused than ever. What was he after exactly? Shrugging, she continued on to Shawn's room, who was just exiting as she arrived.

"Shouldn't you be changed?"

"I left everything in your room. Hold on two minutes." Running into his room, she quickly changed, wrapping a robe around herself before grabbing her shoes.

"Do I have to wear these?" She asked as she opened the door. "They're like 3 inches tall. I'm already 5'10."

"Just until you get to the ring, and whatever you do, please don't take off your robe until I'm well out of sight."

She grinned at him, fiddling with the ties to her blue satin robe. "You sure you don't want to give your approval?"

He shook his head. "Not in the least. I saw how small the bag you came home with was. I don't want to know what you're wearing."

She laughed. "Wuss. You ready to face the world?"

"I can go out there and talk, can you?"

Catelyn paled. "I have to talk?"

He laughed. "We really need to get you over this shyness."

"Or you know, just never let me do this again. That, I can live with."

"Just remember what I told you when the match starts." Shawn said as they walked towards the stage.

"Will do. And you'll be there in case she tries anything."

"I'll be coming down with you. You'll be fine."

She giggled. "Just make sure you turn when I disrobe."

He glared at her. "Something tells me I really don't want to know what you're wearing now."

She smiled mysteriously at him as his music began to play and he grabbed a mic before going out through the curtains and down to the ring. The crowd cheered as Catelyn watched and he began to speak.

"Now, I know there has been a lot of speculation lately. Everyone wants to know. Who is Catelyn Freeborn? She is my assistant. That's true, I pay her for that. Now her so called mother is ranting that Catelyn has made up this story where she believes she is my daughter. But I in fact have the truth right here. I know the truth. So please, allow me to introduce to you, my daughter, Catelyn Michaels."

Catelyn's eyes widened as he said her name. While the two had talked about him announcing and believing her to be his daughter, he had never told her he would introduce her as a Michaels. Shaking herself from her stupor, she stepped out into the stage, waving at the crowd as she walked down to the ring and Shawn sat on the ropes for her to enter.

"Just tell your story." He said, handing her the mic.

The fans quieted down as she took the mic from him, and all of a sudden she remembered that she was standing in front of thousands of people, in high heels and a robe. What the hell had she been thinking? She gave Shawn a skeptical look who nodded encouragingly at her. With a sigh, she lifted the mic.

"Days before I appeared on TV, my mother told me who my father was. My whole life I was told I was the result of a one night stand, with a man whose name she couldn't remember. But what you have to understand is Elizabeth Freeborn is a liar and a manipulator. She has lied to each and every one of you. There was an accident before I came here that she blamed on me and that was the reason she sent me here."

She ignored the curious look Shawn was giving her, knowing he had no clue about any accident.

"She sent me to the arena saying my father was waiting for me. And yes, I know I'm 21 but I was lost, confused, and curious about my father. She had known all along who he was and I'll admit I wasn't exactly overjoyed when I heard he was a wrestler but I came nonetheless, only to find out Shawn had no clue I was coming, yet he did recognize my mother's name. We decided to keep quiet until we could find out the truth and here is the truth. Shawn Michaels is my father. Cameron and Cheyenne are my half siblings, my mother is a liar and she can keep saying what she wants but we know the truth. Elizabeth had never once tried to contact me. Now whether she is doing this for the attention or some sick revenge plot against Shawn, I don't know. But Mother, give it up, we know the truth and that's all that matter."

She handed the mic back to Shawn as music came on and Ashley made her way to the ring.

"You did great." Shawn told her.

She gave him a weak smile.

"are you ready?"

"Do I have a choice?" She asked with a small laugh as Ashley entered and tried to run at her. Shawn stepped in between them, warning Ashley to back off. The blonde did, all the while glaring at her over Shawn's shoulders.

The ref told them both to disrobe and Ashley went first, pulling off her black robe to reveal pink and black panties and bra. Catelyn raised an eyebrow, knowing hers was nowhere near as elaborate, but not really caring. If she honestly thought that outfit would have Matt crawling back to her, she was more delusional then anyone thought.

Catelyn undid her robe and quickly took it off, her face burning bright red as she did so. While she was wearing more then Ashley, her Blue little Bootie shorts and Blue Camisole was still something she did not want to be wearing in public.

"I still prefer the footie pajamas." Shawn muttered.

Catelyn gave him a dirty look. "Could be worse, I could be dressed up like Skanky MsSkankerson over there."

He squeezed her shoulder. "Remember what I said."

She nodded and picked up a pillow as Ashley did the same. The ref signaled for the bell and Ashley lifted the pillow to hit her. Catelyn dropped hers and rushed the blonde, clotheslining her and knocking her down. Only then did Catelyn pick up a pillow and as was the name of the match, began beating Ashley with it. It was like adding insult to injury. The blonde Diva slowly stood up, looking ready to murder as her eyes fell on Catelyn, who smirked and hit the Diva again, before hooking her right leg and pushing her back down.

"You're not supposed to be able to wrestle." Ashley shrieked as she started to stand up again.

Catelyn dropped the pillow. "Didn't you hear sweetie? I'm a Michaels." Catelyn grabbed the blonde and snapmared her over, looking over at Shawn who was smiling his encouragement as she applied a chin lock to Ashley.

"Now." Shawn yelled.

Releasing the move, Catelyn backed up in the corner, a part of her in awe that she was actually pulling this off. Both Shawn and Matt had been kind of amazed at how quickly she had picked everything up, both saying it was a pity she didn't want to have a career in wrestling, because like Shawn, she was a natural.

Ashley slowly got to her feet and turned around, right into a kick from Catelyn. Matt had called it a Superkick but both had also referred to it as Sweet Chin Music, Shawn's finishing move. Ashley went down, and Catelyn quickly scrambled on top, pinning her for the 3 count. The bell rang and she jumped to her feet as the ref raised her hand in victory. She looked towards Shawn, who wasn't there, in his place was Randy, climbing into the ring, right towards her.

She looked towards the back, wondering where Matt was as Randy moved closer, a smirk on his face.

"Don't bother looking sweetheart, he's not coming."

She looked back at him a mixture of fear and suspicion on her face as she began to back up.

"You know, I had Hardy beat in our little match. Would've won to if not for an interfering Michaels. Like Father, like Daughter. And just like I destroyed him, I will destroy you."

Catelyn backed up, her eyes wide with fear as he grabbed her hair. She looked up at him and slapped him across the face. His grip loosened on her and she took off running, only to be grabbed by her hair and pulled back, letting out a screech of pain as she did so.

"I'm going to enjoy this." He said, pulling her to her feet.

She closed her eyes, preparing for the inevitable but then his hands were gone and she opened her eyes to see Edge in the ring. He slowly walked over to them and stood in between them.

"Move, man." Randy said.

Edge shook his head. "I go along with all your crazy plans but not this one. You can't hurt her."

"What the fuck do you care. This is Hardy's girlfriend and Michael's daughter. What, do you want to do it? Be my guest."

"No, we're going to leave her alone. That includes you too."

He grabbed Ashley's arm, who had just stood and was about to attack Catelyn again.

"Let me go." She struggled against him.

"Get out Ashley." He pushed the blonde back, who glared at all of them before finally exiting the ring. Edge turned back to Randy. "I don't care what you say, Catelyn is off limits."

She looked behind her to see Shawn was slowly starting to get up and as Rated RKO argued she slowly backed up, and between the ropes, into Shawn's waiting arms.

"Are you okay?" He asked, checking her over. "He came through the crowd, I had no idea."

She nodded. "Edge saved me."

"Edge?"

Another nod. "I think Randy did something to Matt."

"Let's get you backstage, nice match by the way."

She gave him a weak smile as the two hurried backstage, completely ignoring the fact that Rated RKO had come to blows in the ring, over her.

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