Flying with Evan was... Interesting. To say the least, it wasn't as if she disliked the man, normally she found him to be fun and charming- but his cheery demeanor was riding her last nerve considering the current situation. Sarah knew he was trying to stay positive in hopes to cheer her up but she was quickly losing patience with her current gaurdian, thankfully they landed before she could really lose it.

Vince was in a wheelchair in his office at the WWE headquarters, she waited ten minutes before going in, hoping he wasn't upset that she hadn't visited him earlier. But she was proven wrong, the moment she opened the door he beamed with pride. "There's my talented grandaughter," He cheered teasingly. "Come here, come give an old man a hug."

"How are you feeling?" She was noticebly less cheery than him, noticed the bottle of Valium on his desk. That explained alot.

"Better than Brock will feel when your Father gets a hold of him." The chairman grinned and Sarah couldn't help but smile along with him.

"Yeah Daddy won't let him get away with this." She nodded and sat down in one of the chairs. "Have you talked to him about it yet?"

"Not yet, I've been alittle out of it lately," He gestured to the pill bottle. "I was hoping you would go over it with him."

"Me?" She was shocked. "What about Mom? Or Nana?"

"Oh those two want to fine Brock, sue him and Heyman," He mocked. "But you! You are cunning and I don't doubt that if you two put your heads together, you and Hunter can come up with soemthing that'll hurt Brock and Heyman."

"I'm not like that, Gradnpa." She started hesitantly. "I mean I want them to pay for what they did but I don't think I have it in me to, well to plot their demise."

"Sure you do," Vince smiled at her. "You're a McMahon, you're smart and street savy, even if you don't think so. But think- you plan before you paint on canvas right?"

"Yeah so?"

"This is the same, you plan every brush stroke, now plan every punch. Every color palate, every word they will say and what you'll say back." He smirked when she began nodding in understanding. "It's an art form this business, especially the confrontations, I wish you had been alittle more interested in it because if we had trained you from early on you'd know exactly what to do." She flushed slightly.

"Sorry, Grandpa. I've just never gotten into it much." He waved her off.

"Non sense, if you don't love it then you shouldn't be forced to. You love art and that's what we'll help you with, but I just want you to know that you can do this, it's in your blood." She smiled and hugged him. "Now go talk to your Father, he's down stairs."

"What do you mean you'll do nothing?!" Sarah screeched at her father.

"Excatly what I said," Hunter replied evenly. "I'm not gonna call out Brock Lesnar, not tomorrow, not ever."

"Why not! He hurt Grandpa, he hurt family! He made Mom and Nana cry!" If someone didn't know her they'd gasp at her boldness as she got in the Game's face. "Doesn't that mean anything to you?!"

"I'm not confronting him," He repeated.

"Why?"

"I can't." Hunter sighed heavily. "I lost, I can't show my face in the same building as him, I lost." She almost felt bad for her father, but her anger burned stronger and she pushed the pity aside.

"So you're just gonna let him win again?" She sneered, unused to being cruel but Vince did say it was in her blood. "You're just gonna lay back like a dog and let him run over your family! Your kin! Well if you won't do anything then I will!" She screamed before slamming the door shut, startling the receptionist.

"Cancel my flight," She annouced to Evan and Adam as she entered the hotel room, they looked up in shock. "I'm going to Raw."

"What? Why?" Evan managed to spit out.

"You're not gonna confront Heyman are you?" Edge asked warily. "Sarah that's not smart, your father won't allow it."

"My Father is doing nothing!" She shouted and they flinched, she lowered her voice. "But Grandpa is still going out to confront him and I will be at ringside to support him."

"Sarah you can't-"

"I will," She countered. "I'm not gonna let those bastards walk all over my family."

"Does your mother know?" Adam asked, defeated.

"Just that I wanna skip school Monday to stay back stage. And you won't tell her anything otherwise." Sarah watched the two man glance at each other.
"What's the plan?" Evan asked.

"It's Vince McMahon on crutches!" Lawler said surprised as the Chairman strutted down to the ring, Sarah following closely behind. "And his grandaughter, child of Stephanie and Triple H, Sarah."

"Haven't seen her since she was alittle thing backstage." JBL smiled fondly at the memory. "She stole my sandwhich."

"Hush! He's talking." Cole said.

Sarah watched from ringside as Vince called out Paul Heyman, she had one of the crutches in her hand. Comming out onto the ramp Paul Heyman scoffed at her, making it clear he didn't think she was intimidating. Vince scowled at him and they went back and forth, ending with Vince standing over a cringing Paul, crutch bent in his hand. That's when Brock's music hit, Sarah didn't move neither did Vince.

Just as Lesnar made it into the ring, Triple H's music went off, the lights blacking out, the crowd roared- thinking Hunter had returned to avenge his father in-law. The lights came back on and Brock went to charge where Triple H was supposed to be standing. He skidded to a halt when there was no Game, instead the tiny Sarah crutch abandoned fists clenched at her side. Behind her Vince was hobbling away, snickering that Brock fell for it.

Lesnar barely managed to stop his charge in time to avoid her, now they were chest to chest, well her chest to his stomach. He towered over her threateningly, but she never budged, didn't even bat an eye. She glared back up at him challengingly, breathes heavy with controled rage, she had never felt like this before. So powerful and yet so inferior all at once, she didn't show fear and really she didn't feel it either, the adrenaline giving her a high. The crowd cheered her on and she could see why her family lived this now, why so many men broke themselves in half for this.

The staring contest would've lasted all night if Paul hadn't recovered and started screaming at his client to attack her. Brock raised a fist, expecting her to cower but she didn't even twitch, and he dropped his hand in confusion. Despite Paul shrieking in his ear to destroy her, he gave an amused laugh and reached behind him for a mic. Paul gave him one, hoping he'd hit her with it.

"You got guts little girl," Brock drawled. "You're new around here, so I'll let you off this once with a warning." His amusement suddenly vanished as he continued. "But if you get in my way again, I won't hesitate to eliminate you."

Defiantly she curled her tiny hand around his muscular wrist, yanking the mic closer to her so he still held it but she was clearly in charge. "If you ever hit my family again," She paused to flicker her gaze to Paul, telling him she was speaking to both of them. "I'll hit yours, harder. And we'll see who comes out on top between me or your kids or maybe your wife." Brock dropped the mic but didn't advance closer, something stopped him, he'd make sure to get rid of whatever concious he had before the meet again.

Sarah slid out of the ring, not once looking back to make sure he wasn't trying to surprise attack her, he didn't. Brock watched her and for a moment felt something akin to fatherly pride, wishing for a moment he was Triple H if it meant gloating about the fearless girl. He shoved the thought away when Paul shouted at him in anger for not hurting her like he should've. For once in his life, Brock tuned out everything he said.

A/N Not as good as I'd like but it's decent enough for writing it in half an hour at 1 in the morning. I'm not sure how I want Brock's character to play out but I think this chapter gave me the opportunity to go either way in the ways of Face and Heel with him. As for Sarah yes she came out a lot meaner this time but I tried to make it characterly convincing.