Stephanie watched the screen closely as the match wrapped up with Trish raising the Women's belt over her head much to the enjoyment of the fans. Damn, she's good. More storylines starting creeping into Stephanie's mind as she watched the fans reaction to Trish. She folded her hands in her lap as the lights in the arena abruptly shut off. Stephanie smiled vibrantly as she realized that her new diva was now making her debut. With Stephanie's family here, she wanted something big; something that make a huge impact and would please her father in particular.

"Okay," Stephanie said as she approached Mindy in the locker room. "We need to create something enormous."

Mindy raised her eyebrows. "I thought we already planned this?"

Stephanie waved her off. "We did, but my family's here watching…"

Mindy immediately nodded her head. "Oh, got it."

"I also realized that you don't have a signature move," Stephanie said nervously.

"A finisher?" Mindy asked to which Stephanie nodded. Mindy shrugged, "I'll think of something."

"I hope so," she said quietly. "Now, this is how you play it out there tonight…"

Stephanie smirked as the unfamiliar music to the fans began to play. On cue with the music, the pyro then set off at the ramp, lighting up the stage. As the strobes went on, Trish looked around in confusion as the crowd quieted, not knowing what to expect from the new arrival. The dry ice quickly covered the ramp as a car engine was then heard. She watched as the red mustang that Mindy showed her before the show raced up the ramp in a very Steve Austin way and screeched to stop a few inches from the ramp. The camera angle caught the words plastered on the windshield. 'The Bitch Is Here'.

Stephanie looked at the car in admiration and nodded her head. "I know it's ripping off your character," Mindy was saying. "But I got it done last year. I've always been a fan of yours…"

"No, I like it," Stephanie said. "It's something that will do with your character as a heel. I think it's perfect."

Mindy smiled. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Stephanie agreed. "Besides, this can also get you a ticket to turning face."

"How?"

Stephanie smirked. "Well…I still have my wrestling gear…and I am 'The' Bitch after all."

Trish stepped forward in the ring as the car door opened revealing Mindy. Trish was smiling inside at how creative both her and Stephanie were; and began to get pissed on the outside. To the fans, Mindy was a nobody. An athletic built brown-head woman who just interrupted the Women's Champion. As Mindy slid in the ring, Trish walked right up to her. The music died down and the crowds' reaction was mixed. As Trish started her screaming competition, Mickie got in the middle of the two and then turned to Mindy exchanging some words that couldn't be heard. Mindy looked Mickie up and down and shook her head in censure. She then kicked her in the stomach and bent down to carry her up on her shoulders, displaying her strength and executed the Cyclone. As Trish looked at Mickie in complete astonishment, Mindy stalked over to Trish, who attempted to slap her only to get kicked first and then Cyclone-d to the mat as well. As the crowd suddenly erupted in boos, Mindy's music picked up again as she bent to pick up the title and stare at it in reverence. She held it above her head as the crowd shouted their disapproval. She bent down at Trish and shouted at her then dropped the belt on her waist. Stephanie's grin never left her face as Mindy climbed the top rope and made the motion of the title belt around her waist. She grinned as she stepped out of the ring and looked at the two motionless women laying in the ring as she made her way up the ramp.

Stephanie shut the television off and stood up, her grin never leaving her face, as she walked out of her office, confident as ever, and walked over to the gorilla as she signaled the crew to cut to commercial. She giggled like a school girl as she saw Mindy walked back, grinning as well. "How was that?"

Stephanie hugged her. "That was perfect!" she said excitedly. "And did you hear that crowd?"

Amy walked up from behind them and hugged Mindy as well. "You did so great out there!" she exclaimed. "You totally kicked Trish's ass," she laughed. "I'm gonna rub this in her face for months!"

Mindy and Stephanie laughed as Trish and Mickie walked in the back with the aid of the referees. As the curtain closed behind them, they straightened themselves out and walked over to Stephanie and company, both grinning in approval. "That was so great," Trish said, supporting her belt on her shoulder.

"Yeah, did you hear that crowd?" Mickie added. "You're gonna be an instant hit girl."

Mindy smiled as Stephanie spoke up. "See? This is exactly what Raw needs. Once Lisa returns next Monday, we're gonna show everyone exactly what the Raw divas are made of."

Every girl shouted their approval as Vince walked up to them. "Oh, a party I wasn't invited to?" he quipped.

Stephanie smiled shyly while they all quieted down. "Hi, Daddy."

Vince put his hands in his pocket and walked up to them. "Well, I have to admit, Stephanie," he said looking at Mindy. "You did one hell of a job."

"Thank you, Daddy."

Vince extended his hand out to Mindy, who grateful shook it. "I can see you becoming an immediate star," he commended. "I won't be too surprised if I see that title on your waist."

"Hey," Trish frowned.

Vince chuckled as his daughter spoke up. "You know, I think that the match we're going to have between Trish and Mindy shouldn't be scripted."

Trish looked at Stephanie, her eyes wide, clearly in shock. "We shouldn't?"

Stephanie shrugged. "No. We'll let it play out."

"Sounds good to me," Vince said. "Now if you'll excuse me."

As he started to walk away, Stephanie quickly chased him. "Daddy?"

He turned around and smiled. "I have to admit, Steph. I didn't think you'd pull it off. I never thought you'd make the kind of impact that you did. You did good."

Stephanie smiled. "Thanks." She paused as she walked with her father. "Daddy, was Matt the superstar you were planning on bringing back?"

"Hardy?" he scoffed. "Hell no." Seeing the confusion on his daughters face, he continued. "I brought Matt back because of the fans and only the fans. He tried to discredit the WWE and the McMahon's. Hardy better be kissing the ground I walk on because I'll be damned if he screws me again."

"Dad, he made one mistake," Stephanie sighed.

"He broke character," Vince snapped. "On air, and live."

"Matt has brought the WWE a lot of money," Stephanie insisted."

"Yes," he agreed, "but when he was with his brother. Since 2003 up until his break up with Amy, Hardy has done nothing for the WWE but wrestle low grade matches. I'm giving him the second chance and if he fucks up then he's out for good, case closed."

Stephanie nodded and bit her lip as she saw Matt waiting at the gorilla for his match. She stopped walking and let her father saunter off without her as Adam approached her, his eyes on Hardy. "What did you tell him?" he asked softly.

Stephanie looked up at Adam and sighed. "To watch his step." Adam nodded and relaxed slightly. "Why, what happened?"

Adam clenched his fist. "He went off on Amy." Stephanie's nostrils flared as she saw on the crew men signaling at Adam. "I gotta go."

"Adam," Stephanie called. He looked back at her, his face a mask of sadness and anger. "Be careful."

Adam smiled gratefully and nodded as he headed out when his music started. Stephanie glared at Matt, giving him a silent warning, as Adam's opponent came out. Matt waited for his chance before he would run down the ring and tear Adam apart. Stephanie shook her head sadly. There once was a time where we all got along…

"Well, well," a deep voice said. "If it isn't my favorite princess."

Stephanie groaned and rolled her eyes. She did not want to deal with him right now. Instead she began walking, hoping he wouldn't follow, but as she heard his foot steps right behind her, she sighed. "What do you want, Austin?"

Steve raised his eyebrows. "Oh, calling me by my ring name now?"

Stephanie spun around on her heel and glared at Steve. "Look, my father…for whatever reason in his god forsaking mind…decided to hire you back. Not me. So you can go bother him and stay the hell away from me."

Stephanie turned back around and began to walk away from him as she heard him speak to her again. "Heard you have a bun in the oven there."

Stephanie stopped and rolled her eyes. He always has to have the last word… Stephanie turned around and shrugged. "So?"

Steve shrugged as well. "Just thought I'd congratulate you, but if you're gonna be a bitch about it…"

Stephanie sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose as he turned to walk away. "No, I'm sorry." Steve stopped and turned around to look at her. "I mean, thank you."

Steve nodded. "So, you both excited?"

Stephanie smiled softly. "Yeah."

"The family?"

"Yep."

"Gonna be in the business?"

Stephanie shrugged. "Most likely. You all know…we all breathe our work."

"Yep."

"You going to actually stick around this time?"

Steve shrugged. "Probably. Got nothing better to do."

Stephanie nodded her head slightly and bit her lip as her and Steve stood uncomfortably in silence. Finally, he shook his head and sighed. "Fuck this; I can't do this…being nice to you."

Stephanie nodded in agreement. "Yeah… a lot harder than it sounds."

"We tried to be civil…"

"…I could give you credit for that."

"Likewise." They stood in the silence again until Steve looked up at Stephanie and spoke again. "You're a bitch."

"And you're a drunken asshole."

Steve nodded and extended his hand, to which Stephanie shook, "It was fun while it lasted," he said.

"Same to you," Stephanie replied. "Break a leg out there. Literally."

Stephanie watched Steve walk away as she heard the crowds chants grow loudly. She turned around, joined by Trish, to see Matt out in the ring beating up Adam with Amy trying to stop him, but to no avail. Stephanie rolled her eyes and looked at the crew members. "Will someone go out there and break that up?" Immediately, the workers went to action and did as Stephanie asked. She began to walk away again and sighed. "One of these days, those two are going to kill each other," she muttered angrily.

Trish shrugged. "Well, both parties are guilty."

Stephanie nodded in agreement and opened the door to her office and closing it behind Trish. "You know, I think I might have a solution to the two of them."

Trish raised her eyebrows and grinned. "Oh yeah? Care to share?"

Stephanie sat in her chair and folded her hands in her lap. "I think we should have a 'loser leaves Raw' match."

Trish's grin turned into a frown as she looked at Stephanie closely. "Steph, how're you going to determine who leaves and who stays?"

"Well that's it… I won't," Stephanie answered. "I'm going to do what I'm doing with you and Mindy. We'll put them in a match that is not predetermined that way it's fair."

"And Amy?" Stephanie shrugged. "If Adam has to leave and Matt stays, she'll be heartbroken," Trish pointed out.

"I know that, but my hands are tied. I don't want her getting involved in that match and Adam and Matt need to get their aggression out," Stephanie acknowledged. "As a friend, I'm doing everyone a favor."

"Well, I don't care how talented your new diva is," Trish said changing the subject. "But she's not getting this title."

Stephanie smirked. "You're not worried, are you?"

Trish scoffed and waved her hand. "Please. Have you met me?" she said egotistically as she pointed at herself. Stephanie couldn't help but laugh. After a few moments Trish asked, "So have you and Paul talked?" Stephanie nodded but didn't say anything further. "Well?" Trish pressed.

Stephanie shrugged. "What? We talked."

"And…?"

"And…I guess we have to get baby stuff," Stephanie said smoothly.

"How did he react?"

"He's excited," she answered monotone.

Trish frowned. "And you're not?" Stephanie didn't say anything. "Steph…"

"I don't know what's wrong with me," Stephanie whispered. "I feel like this is the right time to start our family while at the same time I hear this little voice telling me it's not."

"Watch horror movies much?" Trish joked. Stephanie shot her a look and Trish held up her hands defensively. "Well, do you know why you feel that way?"

Stephanie shook her head. "No. I mean, at times I feel like Paul is hiding something from me but then when I see him and when he's smiling and laughing with me, I can never bring myself to say anything about it." Trish nodded in understanding as Stephanie continued. "And then there are other times, like today, where I just get this really bad feeling in the pit of stomach."

"A bad feeling?"

Stephanie nodded. "Yeah, like something terrible is going to happen."

"Aw, Steph." Trish got up, leaving her belt on the chair, to hug Stephanie, who cried in her arms. "Stephanie, I think you're overstressed and nervous about this baby and you're job."

"Really?" Stephanie sobbed.

Trish pulled back and smiled at Stephanie's puffy eyes and red nose. "Yeah, really." Stephanie offered her a smile as she grabbed a tissue and wiped her nose. "You know," Trish said. "I could make so much fun of you right now…"

"Don't you dare," Stephanie warned.

"I won't, but only because I treasure that belt so much…"

"More then you're best friend?"

"Much more," Trish joked as she got up to pick up her belt.

Stephanie placed her hand over her heart and pretended to be shocked. "Oh! That stung."

Trish shot her a look and grinned. "I figured it would…Rudolph."

Stephanie gasped as Trish laughed and ran out of the door before Stephanie could throw anything at her. But Stephanie couldn't help but smile. She could always count on her friends to cheer her up when she was feeling like shit. Stephanie sighed in content. With friends like these…