The Heyman Girl

Prologue

"I'm so excited to be here!" I exclaimed to my father as we walked into the arena together.

My father and I were alike in many ways. We had similar likes, dislikes, interests and even our names were similar since I was named after him. He is Paul, I am Paula.

One of the interests we shared was wrestling. He had been working for the WWE for many years and now I was finally joining him. Only difference being that I was here as a wrestler and my dad was not.

"You always wanted to be a wrestler and now look at you." My dad said with a smile. "I am so proud of you sweetheart."

"Thanks dad." I quickly side hugged him as we walked.

"Hey I'm proud of her too." My best friend Brock Lesnar stated. He was walking on my other side.

Brock and I met when he first started working with my father and after all these years, he was like a brother to me. Unlike what most people thought of him, brock was nothing like his in-ring persona. He was actually very friendly and intelligent once you got to know him. Yeah, the man did like his privacy but I couldn't really blame him. Many famous people don't have the luxury of privacy so if you could hold onto it then why wouldn't you?

"I know you are." I told him with a smile. "I'm proud of you too. Now go kick ass."

We walked towards the Gorilla because Brock had a match against the Undertaker. It was hell in a cell and they were the main event.

"I'll see you out there Paula." Brock said as he and my dad both quickly gave me a hug.

I waved them off as they made their way to the ring.

*Skipping to near the end of the match*

Things were looking bad for Brock. He had been chokeslammed and tombstoned onto the exposed ring floor and only barely managed to kick out on time.

I decided that it was time for me to go out there so I quickly made my way down to the ring. I arrived at ringside just as I heard JBL ask who I was.

I yelled at the ref, causing a distraction. Brock used said distraction to his advantage and hit the undertaker with a low blow.

After that, things ended fast and Brock came out with the win. Brock walked up to me and gave me a high five.

As we went backstage, we left a silent and shocked WWE universe.

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"That was amazing!" I exclaimed excitedly to my dad. I know I didn't do much but I just couldn't help but smile at the realization that I had just made my on-screen debut.

Brock was currently at the trainer's office to get checked by a medic. His match with the Undertaker had been a brutal one to say the least.

"You were wonderful." my dad proudly smiled at me. "You really came out just in time."

I was about to reply when we got interrupted by Renee, one of the backstage interviewers. "Paul do you have a minute?"

"Well, I don't but why don't you speak to my newest client." He said while pointing at me before walking away. From the direction he walked to I guessed he was going to check on Brock.

"Ladies and gentleman. please welcome my guest at this time. The mysterious new Heyman girl." The camera turned so I was in the shot.

"Hey Renee." I said to her.

"You just interfered to help Brock Lesnar pick up the victory on the Undertaker. Why did you do it?" She asked.

"Well Renee, it's actually quite simple. I just wanted Brock to win." I replied.

"And why exactly did you want that?" She wanted to know.

"Well maybe you understand when I introduce myself." I smiled before pulling on a serious expression and looking at the camera. "Ladies and gentleman, my name is Paula Heyman and I'm the daughter and newest client of the advocate of the beast, Paul Heyman."

With that I walked away, leaving a shocked Renee in my wake.

I headed for the trainer's room, hoping to get an update on Brock.

"Hey how are you feeling?" I asked as I walked in.

"Sore but relatively okay, seeing that I got 8 stitches." Brock admitted.

"Sorry, I should have distracted the ref sooner." I said as guilt washed over me. I was a big softie once it came to the people, I cared about getting hurt.

"Hey, none of that mini beast. You did good, both during my match and during your interview. You sounded like your dad." Brock assured me.

"Thanks, I tried." I chuckled, feeling better after his reassurance. "Hey is it okay if I went to catering? Maybe I could meet some of our coworkers."

"Yes of course." My dad told me. "Go have fun sweetheart."

"Thanks dad." I said before I kissed his cheek and went off to catering. 

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A/N: Hey everyone,

I wanted to thank JazzmineRL for letting me use her idea of Paul Heyman's daughter. It sounded like an interesting idea and I'm really happy that she is letting me write this story.

I also want to point out that even though I am rewriting this in 2021. I actually first wrote this story back in 2015. The story will still take place during 2015/2016. Back then 'divas' were still a thing but I am trying to write that term out as I go. Please don't get mad when I accidentally let the word 'diva' slip through, I really am trying to erase that term from my story but I'm not a robot so I can make a mistake from time to time.