Stephanie stood at the gorilla, fussing with the bouquet in her hand. Everything was about to go down, her bridesmaids were walking down the ramp and her mother would be soon after. Then she would go down, on the arm of her father, and walk towards Andrew. He was a good man, a good boyfriend, and he would make a good husband. She tilted her neck a little, straining to try and see out into the arena.

"Nervous Princess?" her father asked.

Stephanie seemed distracted and he tapped her hand. She looked to him. "I'm a little nervous Daddy, but it's nothing that you need to worry about."

"Ok Princess. I just want you to know that everything I've ever done for you, it was to protect you and it was for your own well-being. Now it's Andrew's job to do the rest."

Stephanie gave him a forced smile. She hated when her father tried to justify all the things he had done to her. She hated it even more that her father felt like he was just passing her from his safe haven to a new safe haven. She was an adult; she could handle herself just fine. Yet trying to prove that she was as capable as anyone out there had been an exercise in futility. She talked to her father and he never listened.

"Of course Daddy," she said appeasing him by giving him a soft smile.

Something caught her eye and she looked to see Chris leaning against the wall, watching her. She sent him a death glare, like her eyes could shoot lasers at him. He smirked and sent her a little wave with his fingers. She resisted the urge to flip him off since her father was right there. She was content to just stare at him and then with a flounce of her curled hair, she turned away from him, not wanting to think about him right now. There was plenty of time to think about him later.

The wedding march started and her father started to walk and she followed a half-step behind, up the stairs where she would soon emerge to the arena. Before she disappeared fully behind the magic curtain, she turned and gave one last withering glance to Chris. He caught it and smiled at her, pointing to his ring finger. She groaned silently and put her best face forward as she walked into the arena to the sound of mild applause and a few "aww's."

She smiled at Test as she walked down the ramp. He had a matching smile on his face and she could see the happiness coming off of him in waves. She gripped her father a little tighter by the arm as they were walking slowly. She tried to look proud and regal and like everything a princess should be. She was a Princess in this moment, with her beautiful white wedding gown and her rosy, innocent-looking cheeks. She alighted the steps leading to the ring like she was floating above the ground.

"Are you okay Princess?" her father whispered softly as they were walking up the steps.

"Yes Daddy," she said, giving him a sweet smile that reminded him of nothing more of Stephanie when she was a little girl. She still looked like his little girl, and she always would look like the little girl who had looked up to him when she was just a small child.

"And you're happy?" he asked, just making sure before she took the ultimate plunge.

She paused momentarily, looking at Andrew as she answered, "Yes, I'm going to be very happy by the time the night is over."

They reached the end of the aisle and Vince let go of her arm, letting her walk the few steps to Andrew's side. She gave a small glance to her mother, who already had tears in her eyes. Yes, her mother would probably cry by the time that this was over. Stephanie then turned to look at Andrew, who looked devilishly handsome in his tuxedo.

Everyone was quieting down now as they knew the ceremony was about to start momentarily. They wanted to see this "wedding of the century." Stephanie just hoped that it lived up to all the hype. And after her little thing with Jericho, she was sure that everything would go exactly as she had planned it. She loved Andrew, she loved him so much.

"Who gives this woman to be married?" the reverend asked.

"I do," Vince said, his voice firm. He kissed his daughter on the cheek before going to stand on the other side of Andrew.

Stephanie watched him a moment, thinking about how her father had controlled her for so long before she was set to marry Andrew. He had been a good father when she was little, but then he had changed. He had changed into a shrew businessman, too shrewd perhaps, judging by the number of people who didn't care for him. At one point that had been her; she would never forget him being the Higher Power that had so scared her.

Then there was her brother, standing next to her father, looking rather dashing in his tuxedo. Shane had tried to protect her from Andrew, had tried to protect her from any man that got too close. He was overprotective to the nth degree, to the point where she wanted to strangle him just to get it through his thick skull that she wasn't a little girl anymore.

Maybe getting married would prove that. Maybe she'd finally be able to prove that she was an adult, capable of making her own decisions and her own life choices. Lord knew that they needed a slap to the face to realize that. She understood she was the youngest, but they had to understand she was in her twenties now and certainly capable of being anything that she wanted to be.

And she knew exactly who she wanted to be.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to witness the joyous union of Andrew Martin and Stephanie McMahon," the reverend began as Stephanie fought to pay attention to what he had to say.

"Today is a day that should be emboldened by joy and happiness and especially the happiness of Stephanie and Andrew who are to be joined today in holy matrimony. Is there anyone here that would like to oppose this marriage, if yes, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Stephanie looked around, hearing a few joking shouts from the crowd, but nobody in the immediate area seemed to even breathe, let alone anything. She looked to the ramp a moment, expecting that some insubordinate wrestler would make his way out there and ruin the entire thing, not just for her, but for Andrew as well. But nobody came out and she was slightly relieved. She wanted no hitches, none, zero…nothing.

"Ok, then I shall continue," he said. Stephanie and Andrew, do you both enter this marriage of your own accord?"

"Yes," Stephanie replied first, gazing adoringly at Andrew.

"I do too."

"Then may we please have the rings," the reverend inquired. Shane came forward and placed the rings on top of the Bible that he had been holding. He brought the Bible back to him and then said, "Stephanie, if you will take the ring."

Stephanie was about to take the ring when a countdown went off, bathing the entire arena in darkness. She dropped her hand as she turned towards the ramp and saw him posing there, arms outstretched. The murmuring of the crowd got louder and louder until it was a din of noise.

"What the hell?" Andrew said loudly. "Vince!"

"I don't know what this is," Vince said. "What the hell is he doing out here!"

"I'm going to kick his ass!" Shane said, already starting to roll up his sleeves.

Stephanie remained speechless as the arena lit up again, revealing the smirking Jericho to the crowd. The crowd was a mixture of boos and cheers, but mostly cheers. Not that they hated the wedding, but they wanted something action-filled and this was certainly it. Chris paced the top of the ramp for a few moments, a microphone in his hand. Stephanie had turned to him completely now and she looked puzzled.

Chris stopped in the middle of the ramp and flipped his hair over his shoulder before bringing the microphone up to his lips. "You look beautiful Stephanie, I don't think I got to tell you that earlier."

Stephanie grabbed the microphone from the stand that the reverend had been using. "What the hell Jericho!"

"I just said you looked beautiful."

"How dare you interrupt this!" Vince said, grabbing the microphone from his daughter. Stephanie gaped at him, not believing that he wouldn't let her handle this. It was HER wedding, not her father's wedding and yet somehow, he had gone and taken control again. Typical behavior and she was so damn sick of it. So fucking sick of all of it.

"Now Vince, I thought we were all invited. Isn't that what the delightful little invitation said? I'm just following that. I just wanted a front row seat to this little shindig."

"Get out of here," Vince warned.

"Why don't you let Stephanie talk, it's her wedding right?" Chris said and Stephanie stared at him a moment. He winked at her. She just stared at him, nothing more, nothing less, just stared, like she didn't know exactly what to do.

"I know my daughter, she wants you out of here," Vince said. "Get out Jericho, or you're fired."

"I don't think you're going to get the chance," Chris answered, turning towards the Titantron. "Last week, Stephanie went to Las Vegas for her bachelorette party. Roll the footage monkeys."

The screen turned fuzzy and then suddenly, there was a hand-held video camera showing the ins and outs of Las Vegas. Stephanie was standing in front of the camera and she was smiling at it. She made some funny faces, flipping her hair all about and acting like she was a model on some fashion shoot.

"So what do you want to do?" the voice from behind the camera said.

"I think you know," Stephanie answered, licking her lips a little bit. "You gonna get me drunk?"

"You mean drunker right?" the voice asked.

"I'm not drunk Chris," Stephanie said, narrowing her eyes. "I had a few yes, but I'm hardly drunk."

"You're as drunk as a skunk," Chris said, still from behind the camera.

"I am not!"

"So what do you want to do?"

"I want to get married," Stephanie said to the camera, making puckering noises. "I want to get married over and over and over again."

"I don't take advantage of drunk women," Chris told her.

"Can drunk women take advantage of you?" Stephanie said, coming closer to the camera. "Turn that damn thing off Chris and let's go somewhere a little bit more…marriageable."

"Is that even a word?"

"I don't--" The video cut out there and Stephanie gaped wide-eyed at it. She turned to Andrew. "I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doing. He took advantage of me! He took advantage of me!"

The footage kept rolling and suddenly they were at a wedding chapel and Stephanie was standing at the altar, obviously a little wobbly. Someone else was filming as she and Chris slipped rings on their fingers and he leaned in to kiss her as they were pronounced husband and wife. They were then shown walking down the aisle and Chris smirked towards the camera.

"So you see Vince…I don't think I'm going to leave just yet. Am I Stephanie?"

Stephanie, who had been sobbing during the whole thing turned to Andrew. "I didn't know! I didn't know!"

"I'm going to kill you Jericho!" Andrew screamed. "Don't worry Stephanie, we'll get this annulled, we'll get married."

"Stephanie, it'll be alright," her father assured her. "I promise I'll take care of this. I'll take care of Chris. He won't ever touch you, I swear to God, he won't ever touch you." Vince turned to Chris. "How dare you take advantage of my daughter when she's drunk. Who the hell do you think you are doing that you bastard!"

"I swear to God Jericho, I'm going to kick your ass," Andrew yelled, holding the still sobbing Stephanie. She was clinging to him for dear life, her mascara running down her face as she felt her knees give way beneath her.

Shane grabbed the microphone from his father. "Prepare to die."

Shane stalked down the ring, but right before he was about to step out, a hand shot out. He turned and saw Stephanie and she shook her head. "I need to take care of this Shane."

"Stephanie, no, I'm your big brother."

A calm smile came over Stephanie's face and she shook her head again. "Shane, this is one I need to handle on my own."

"Fine," Shane said, angrily stepping back.

Stephanie took the microphone from her father and turned to Jericho. "So Jericho, are you saying that you and I are married?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying babe," Chris said, leering at her.

"Legally?"

"I have the papers right here, both our signatures. And trust me, I didn't forge yours. You have such pretty penmanship."

"She's getting it annulled!" Andrew interjected.

Stephanie turned to him. "Now, now Andrew, let's not be too hasty and jump to conclusions okay? Let's find out what Chris wants and then we'll figure out what to do, and see if an annulment is in the works."

"Stephanie…"

She held a hand up, getting him to stop speaking. "You know what your problem is? Not yours Andrew, but Daddy, Shane, you know what your problems are? You control me. You love to do it. You control me and you feel like you can dictate my life. The moment, the second that you approved of Andrew Shane, it was all buddy-buddy and you were happy that there'd be another man to protect me. But I don't need protecting. I can do things on my own. I can get rid of Jericho on my own."

"Stephanie…this is neither the time nor the place," Vince hissed at her.

"Oh, it's exactly the time AND the place," Stephanie said, ripping the veil off of her head. "This was a lovely wedding, really," Stephanie told them. "Perfect for a Princess. But you didn't ask the Princess what she wanted. You just controlled me…for the last time."

Stephanie threw down the microphone and glared at all the people in the ring before she started walking down the steps. Andrew grabbed the microphone off the ground and yelled, "Stephanie where are you going?"

"I have a husband waiting for me," Stephanie smirked, walking backwards up the ramp with a smirk on her face. "Wouldn't want to keep him waiting."

Stephanie turned then and marched up the ramp towards Jericho, leaving her stunned family and former fiancé in her wake. Chris opened up his arms to her when she reached him and she hugged him, then let him dip her down and kiss the life out of her. She wrapped her arms around him to steady herself and kissed him back before being pulled up to a standing position.

"Thanks," Stephanie whispered to him where nobody could hear.

"My pleasure, let's get outta here."

"Yeah, out of here."