The crowd cheered as they heard the music of the youngest

McMahon fill the arena. Stephanie smiled at the crowd, relieved that her ribs

weren't bothering her too much.

She entered the ring, accepting a microphone from the ring

announcer Tony Chimel. She sighed before she spoke.

"You know, I am getting sick and tired of your antics, Daddy.

You put me in the ring with a monster just because you don't like Zach Gowen.

You sicced a 350 pound monster on me at Unforgiven to protect your little whore

Sable. You put me in a match with the A-Train just because I won't quit. Well,

Daddy, until you fire me, I will not quit as General Manager of SmackDown!"

Just as Stephanie expected, the music of her father hit, and the

patriarch of the McMahon family came from backstage, flanked by Sable, the Big

Show, and A-Train. Stephanie swallowed, refusing the sudden urge to leap out of

the ring and run for her life. They had a plan, and she was going to stand her

ground.

"Steph, Steph, Steph," Vince sighed, shaking his head. "You were

always defiant." Stephanie nearly smirked at the crowd's reaction to her father

and crew's arrival. The jeers were so loud that she could barely hear her

father.

"You know, Stephanie, I thought you would have learned your

lesson when I put you in the match with the Big Show. Heck, I thought it would

be done when Sable brutalized you at Unforgiven. And last week, when the A- Train

annihilated you, I could only hope that you wouldn't come back. But Steph, you

are a McMahon. You refuse to give up. In fact, you're just like me!"

"I am nothing like you," Stephanie spat, drawing cheers from the

crowd.

Vince raised his eyebrows, not all that surprised at the smart

tone in his daughter's mouth. Rather, Vince simply shook his head, turning to

the large men next to him. "I hate to say this, Show, A-Train, but it looks as

if we need to teach her yet another lesson," Vince said.

With that, he dropped his microphone to the stage and the four

walked down to the ring. Stephanie discarded her microphone, standing defiantly

in the ring.

Her legs shook as the four entered the ring, and Stephanie

resisted the urge to attack Sable as Vince held open the ropes for the blonde

woman. They had a plan, and Stephanie wasn't going to let her hatred for Sable

ruin it.

She stood still as the Big Show approached her, looking

questioningly at his boss. Vince nodded, and the Big Show turned back to

Stephanie.

Although she was expecting it, the youngest McMahon still gasped

in pain when the Big Show's massive hand reached out and grasped her throat. She

brought both her hands up to try to loosen his grip, only to struggle for breath

as his grip became tighter.

Stephanie felt herself being lifted off the ground, the obvious

intent being a chokeslam to the mat. However, the music of the Undertaker hit,

and Stephanie felt herself being dropped to the mat, not ceremoniously but

better than a bone crushing slam.

The crowd cheered once again as the Undertaker ran out from

backstage, followed closely by John Cena. The obvious surprise of the two

working together was evident but the crowd was glad someone was stopping this

madness.

The two slid in the ring as Sable jumped out, wanting no part of

the two men. Undertaker went for the Big Show and Cena went for A-Train, both

starting a vicious assault on McMahon's cronies. However, Vince stayed in the

ring, jumping the Undertaker from behind. The large man turned around, his anger

and annoyance obvious, but the distraction from Vince was enough for the Big

Show to attack the Undertaker from behind. A-Train had gained advantage over

Cena, and the large man was now slamming him into the corner. Vince turned his

attention to Stephanie, his obvious plan to destroy the woman slumped in the

corner, gasping for breath.

At this point, Lilian leapt over the barrier and grabbed a steel

chair, sliding quickly and easily in the ring. The Big Show cried a warning to

Vince, but it was too late as Lilian swung the steel chair into the back of his

head. Stephanie slid out of the ring, leaning against the barrier as she watched

her friend swing the chair again, this time directly into the stomach of the Big

Show, who had abandoned the beat down to the Undertaker.

The chair shot barely fazed the big man, and he reached out and

grabbed Lilian by the throat. Still, the little blonde fought, kicking him

directly in the groin. The monster fell to his knees with a roar and Lilian slid

out of the ring as Cena got the upper hand on A-Train and the Undertaker took

control over Big Show.

Lilian barely had time to gloat before someone attacked her from

behind. She fell to the mat, turning in order to see who attacked her.

Sable stood over her, Vince egging her on from behind, holding

the back of his head. Lilian tried to get away but a sharp kick to the stomach

stopped her. She howled in anger as Sable pulled her up by the hair, sending

another hard kick in her stomach. Lilian doubled over in pain, and she felt

herself being lifted up to sit in Sable's shoulders.

'Oh, God, I'm going to be powerbombed through a table,' Lilian

realized. She closed her eyes, waiting for the impact to come.

It never did.

Instead, before Sable could do anything, a strong pair of arms

encircled her upper chest and lifted Lilian out of Sable's grasp. Lilian dared

to open her eyes as the Undertaker easily lifted the little blonde over the top

rope and swung her up so he could support her across the back and under the

knees.

Lilian looked into the Undertaker's eyes, surprised that he

actually saved her. Granted, they never had a problem with each other, but it

was a weird sensation to be in the arms of the Undertaker.

A-Train, Big Show, Sable and Vince all retreated toward the

stage area. Stephanie slid back in the ring, picking up her microphone from

earlier. "You want a battle, Daddy, then you got one! I'd like you to meet my

new assistant, Lilian Garcia, and our bodyguards John Cena and the Undertaker!"

she yelled, happy when she finally saw fear in the eyes of her father.

The strength may have been uneven, but the numbers game sure

wasn't.