Sweet 'Sweet' Revenge

by XoMissDaisyoX

Revenge. That's what Trish Stratus desired most; with everything she had gone through by his hands. For her best friend, who didn't deserve any of this. Killing him will come soon but she wanted McMahon to suffer more. To kidnap his daughter and torture her until she perished. It was simple and cruel. Yet those plans are usually the ones that go horribly wrong..

2. Set in Motion

Author's Note: Oh howdy, didn't see ya there! Daisy here, and this is the first chapter of Sweet Sweet Revenge, the prologue was just a little taste on what's to come. Mommy Trish Mafia Goodness is on its way in full force (legit the folder name). I hope everyone is doing well, the demons will be unleashed from school soon, and be safe from them. I am only half joking. Anyways I am going to hand it over to Tori.. K bye you horny fucks! Scratch that, Tori is being a lazy fuck. She's too lazy 95%of the time and wants to sleep (after she eats). Literally me. She says hey and hope you fucks enjoy. Til next time.. K Bye

Pairings: Trish/Stephanie and maybe other pairings

Rating: M for mature events that will appear throughout the story..

I own nothing except for any OCs that I use and the story itself. All the other characters belong to themselves obviously and Impact Wrestling/WWE/whatever promotion. This story is complete fiction. AU (Alternate Universe)

NOTE: This is Femslash.. don't like don't read..

At the McMahon Estate, 12:30AM

It had been about twenty minutes since the distress signal from Heyman's watch reached the cell phones of all the crew. Whenever something like this happens, the closest members intercept and provide backup to the person needing it. Depending on the situation at hand determines the number of people that will be sent to deal with the problem. Two people had already arrived at the location and four others were on their way. Paul Heyman was one of the people that Vince McMahon trusted the most and learning who murdered him caused his blood to boil. Sure he could easily get another advocate but none could hold a candle to Paul. A middle aged man wearing a suit was seated at his desk, his dark eyes showing nothing but pure exhaustion. Vince McMahon let out a sigh, thinking back to the phone call he had with his youngest. He was now regretting not murdering that blonde bitch whenever she started fighting back against his grasp. Women like her needed to know their place. Because of allowing Trish Stratus and her rebels to run freely, it could cause more chaos amongst the families. His reputation could be at stake, the McMahon's needed to remain on top. His hand ran through his gray, slicked back hair until he heard a knock at the door. He cleared his throat. "Come in."

The door clicked open upon hearing permission, a man presented himself into McMahon's view. He looked to be in his mid thirties with short, dark hair; sporting a black, buttoned dress shirt and dark pants. "I came as fast as I could after getting your message, Dad. What's the emergency?" The oldest of the McMahon children was Shane McMahon, he's the heir to the McMahon empire if something happened to Vince. He's an exceptional businessman and knows how to manipulate and strategize to remain on top.

"Patience, we are waiting for your sister so I can talk to you both together.. You know how much I don't like to repeat myself. I had Stephanie fetch the Bloodline for this matter. They will attend this meeting." Shane didn't want to start a disagreement with his father, he disliked having to wait for his younger sister to arrive. Women like them always keep him waiting. He watched his father drift his focus toward his desk and the paperwork upon it. Whatever had happened tonight must be serious to call the Bloodline in, all Shane knew about the potential negotiations with the Flairs. Silence surrounded the room besides the occasional sounds from the pen, Shane heard the sound of heels approaching and other footsteps followed suit.

A couple loud knocks on the door were heard along with several mumbles with voices that belong to men. A few seconds passed and the door opened wide to reveal one woman and four men. Stephanie McMahon, known by her nickname the Billion Dollar Princess, was the second child of Vincent Kennedy McMahon. She stood at about five foot eight inches tall, long, beautiful brown hair that trailed down her back and the prettiest of blue eyes. One man stood to Stephanie's right with long, black hair that went past his shoulders and a goatee. His name is Roman Reigns, also referred to by his nickname The Tribal Chief. The other three men were nearly identical in looks. The Uso brothers were identical twins from the famous Anoa'i family both had shoulder length black hair, stood over six feet tall and rocking tribal tattoos on both their arms. Jey Uso had one side of his hair colored red that was the easiest way to tell them apart. The third man is named Solo Sikoa, he is the younger brother of the Usos by several years. He had a similar build to his brother with short blonde hair. "Father, I have gathered the Bloodline as you requested." Stephanie looked over to see that her older brother had already arrived, a smartass smirk across his face.

"Thank you honey." Vince rested his elbows against his desk, clasping his hands together as he looked at all present in the room. "There will be more in attendance later but they are well informed about the situation at hand.. so I will begin without them." He cleared his throat once again, that's whenever the emotions started to set in. This was the first meeting that McMahon didn't have his advocate present. He was painted as a heartless monster, frankly it was better to be seen as such. He saw Heyman like a brother that he didn't have, they were a devious duo together. One of the few individuals that Vince would entrust his life too. "Paul.. was killed."

Those three words sent shockwaves through everyone present in the room, "The Wiseman was murdered.." Roman Reigns was the first to speak out, his anger lashing forward. Reigns saw Heyman like a father figure, the advocate had been providing guidance to the Bloodline since its creation.

"There's no way, Uce. I knew we shouldn't have let Paul go by himself." Jimmy Uso showed some guilt toward Wiseman's death. Jey nodded in agreement with his burden, probably feeling the same way. Solo's expression didn't change much, his arms folded across his chest. He was trained to not show too much emotion but even he felt sadness.

A hand was placed on Jimmy's shoulder and the man looked over to see Stephanie giving him a warm smile. "You shouldn't beat yourself up about it, Jimmy. You couldn't foresee such a tragedy." The female McMahon made an attempt to comfort her trusted comrades, although mentally she was happy that the slippery bastard was dead. Stephanie had always butt heads with Heyman and he always took her father's side. The brunette knew it was a matter of time before he would doublecross her father to save his own skin. She couldn't have her men mourning his loss, it would make them sloppy and that would not be acceptable to the Billion Dollar Princess. Stephanie looked over to Vince, "Father, tell me.. Was it the Flairs that murdered him?"

"What kind of question is that Steph, of course it was! He was going there to deliver the package and talk to Ric." Shane was the closest out of the McMahon children to Paul; he saw him like an Uncle figure. His death impacted him the hardest, Shane knew damn well that Stephanie didn't care about his death. She was too good at manipulating and faking emotions, she was going to do something if this benefited her in any way.

Stephanie snickered at her older brother's foolish accusation. There was something about this that wasn't setting right with the brunette. Like why would the Flairs murder their advocate knowing that he was going to arrive at the estate later that night? It would make them prime suspects. Accusing them without evidence could lead to unnecessary trouble. "Oh I don't know Shane, it could be literally anyone else as well. It could be people from the Carter family or Khan and his lackeys."

"I was going with the obvious assumption."

"And I was being logical instead of jumping to con-"

Vince let out a sigh at his children childishly bickering in front of their staff, even thirty years later; they never cease to change their ways. "Damn it! Will you two shut up and listen!" He shouted, slamming his fist against the desk which startled both Shane and Stephanie. The siblings ceased their bickering and turned to face their father. "Ahem. The murderer was Stratus, that rotten bitch also obtained the information in the package."

"Stratus! That bitch really has the nerve to step into our family's business again after what she did! Are you certain that it was her?" Stephanie couldn't help the anger that blazed past the surface at the mention of the blonde woman. She always had a bad feeling about that woman ever since they first met. They are around the same age whenever her father brought her in the family as his new little mistress. He was cheating on his wife with this random hussie he found. Skills didn't matter, she was responsible for tearing their family even further apart. Trish and Stephanie never got along and Steph was relieved slightly whenever Stratus had fled the family. The aftermath of said departure did cost the McMahon family some manpower. Now long after Vince managed to secure himself another mistress, he had a thing for blondes. A power hungry bitch that Stephanie despised almost as much as Stratus. This brought a whole new bombshell to the McMahon family. More footsteps were heard heading toward their meeting spot, Stephanie already knew who was going to be on the other side of that door. 'Speaking of..her.'

A couple knocks were heard once again as Mister McMahon granted the person on the other side to enter. A young, brunette woman and a tall man with long, black hair entered the room. The man stood at about six and a half feet tall, muscular and his left arm had tattoos all over it. Baron Corbin has served the McMahons since he was twenty years old, once a rotten kid, Baron now is a respected guard of the McMahon family. "Ah, there you are. Tell them everything about what happened."

"Sister dear, are you doubting me already?" The young woman spoke sarcastically while the pair approached the others. Stephanie rolled her eyes with a quiet scoff at her younger sister, she hated this egotistical brat. Why did her father have to sleep with that hussie all those years back and create this hell spawn? The brunette smirked, realizing that she wasn't going to get a retort back from her big sister. "I was the one that met with Heyman tonight and the one that responded first to his distress call. Sadly by the time we arrived, it was already too late. Stratus was standing over him with a pistol. She caused a distraction by shooting the shop windows and activating their alarms. I decided against chasing her and dealing with securing the body and fleeing the scene. This was everything that I told Father as well."

"Precisely, the information that Daisy has given me is very troubling, it seems that Heyman was meant to send a message to me. She claims my days are numbered so I am assuming that Stratus will attempt to kill me here soon." Vince normally would have taken Trish's words as nothing more than empty threats but killing Heyman proves she means business. What was the best course of action at this very moment? Does he start a manhunt for Stratus at this instant? Perhaps he ponders over some strategies a little longer, acting hastily could cause dire consequences.

"Bossman, let the Bloodline handle that Stratus woman!" Jey clenched his fist tightly looking at all four of the McMahons in the room. He normally never spoke without permission but his anger was at its boiling point, he knew that his family felt the same way. They needed to be the ones to kill Trish Stratus.

Vince cleared his throat, not thrilled about someone yelling in his presence however he could understand his frustration. His eyes looked over to his oldest daughter and Stephanie nodded her head. She gave a warm smile, resting her hand on Jey's shoulder. "Actually, I have another assignment that needs our hands that we will be discussing in my office first thing in the morning."

"But-"

"Don't argue with me, 'Uce'. I understand your frustration, I really do, however putting personal feelings aside. You are needed elsewhere for now, that goes for all of you. Is that understood?" Her voice lowered several octaves and became more stern as her blue eyes glared at him and then over to Roman, Jimmy and Solo. Despite the urge to protest, all four men knew to keep their mouths shut. Never argue with a McMahon.

"Father, I ask that you allow myself and the Judgement Day to be responsible for pursuing Stratus. She did this heinous act in my territory and I must atone for my errors."

"Daisy, don't be foolish. You are too inexperienced to take charge in this situation." Shane cared for both of his younger sisters despite only knowing the truth about Daisy for a couple years now. He wasn't happy that father had an affair that far back but nothing can be done. The past is the past. There was no mistake about it, she was as determined and foolish as their father can be. 'She can't be serious. She's right, it was on her turf but that territory used to belong to Stephanie. I'd personally prefer that the Bloodline lead the manhunt for Stratus. Judgement Day is half made up of young punks. Priest and Balor might be able to get it done by themselves. Daisy needs more experience or else.. She'll die. Let's hope Father doesn't agree to this ridiculous request.' The eldest McMahon thought to him, looking over to her sister with a concerned gaze.

"Brother, I respect your opinion but I must insist. Heyman's blood is on my hands and I will be the one to prove myself to Father and take Trish's life. Judgement Day and I can handle such a task." Shane released a sigh upon seeing the determination in his sister's eyes, she couldn't be swayed. The young teenager that used to come to him for advice was gone and a grown woman stood in her place.

"Very well, do not disappoint me. You are a McMahon after all. You are all dismissed." With no further words to say, Daisy and Corbin turned their heels and walked out of the office. Shane couldn't believe that Vince agreed to her foolish request. Objecting would turn into pointless arguing in circles. Stephanie said a brief goodnight to her father and Shane, promptly excusing herself for the night. She was exhausted and her bed was calling her name. Trish Stratus.. Even five years after leaving this family, she resurfaces to give the brunette unnecessary stress. The Bloodline were next to leave, knowing that in about five hours, they would have to wake up and go to Stephanie's office. Shane was the leave to walk toward the door, "Wait Shane, there's actually something I need you to do."

Trish's POV

Around the same time..

Words couldn't not possibly describe how good that moment felt for me. I felt on top of the world with nothing but a knife and a pistol, and Heyman's dried blood staining my outfit. It was impossible to hide the smirk thinking back to how I outsmarted Vince's bastard child and her lackey. This turf previously belonged to Stephanie so I expected daddy's favorite child to come out and play. Sadly that was not what happened and I will have to wait patiently to settle my score with her. Daisy doesn't know how I play ball and she played it safe not giving chase to me. It's disappointing; she's showing cowardice like McMahons tend to do. Speaking of Vinnie Mac himself, I wonder what's going through his mind right now. I bet it's me. Haha. Even after all these years, I knew that I could still linger in his mind. He's probably scrambling strategies and predicting my next movement. With time, he will get sloppy and I will put a bullet in his head. That's not now; however, I can't be too hasty.

The rain trickled down my face as I looked up into the darkened sky, the moon shining brightly whilst peeking through the clouds. Welp, I was hoping that the rain would have calmed down as I surveyed the scene in front of me. Police were clueless and Daisy and her doofus managed to secure the walrus's corpse before they arrived. After watching from afar for about fifteen minutes or so, I got bored. It's time to head home. 'Ash, I was able to kill him but don't worry, I will get the entire Bloodline. Give me the strength.' Life can be so cruel, and to live in a world like this, you have to be able to kill. I parked my car about ten minutes walking distance from the meetup spot; I didn't want to arouse any suspicion. It's hard telling what intel the McMahons might have on me. From my car, it was about a twenty minute drive to my luxurious apartment. Nothing too fancy, just a three bedroom place on the outskirts of the city.

It's about one in the morning by the time I arrived in my driveway, the wave of adrenaline now completely derailed into exhaustion. Mama could use a nice bubble bath. My eyes looked over to the passenger side seat where the envelope sat. I haven't looked inside of it yet, I will do all of that whenever I am inside and situation. Although my curiosity is growing, what was Vince wanting to give to Ric? Last I knew, they were butting heads again. Those geezers have been friends for thirty years, it's no telling what's actually going on. Grabbing the envelope, I got out of my car and locked the door. The lights in the living room were on, the muffled sound of the television grew as I got closer to the front door. I opened the door only to get greeted by a voice. "There you are, Trish. You could have called, ya know."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at how naggy her tone can get whenever she's concerned about me. She's like eight months older than me and acts like my mother. She goes cuckoo if I don't call her every couple hours. "How cute, babe. You were worried about me. See, I am all fine." I spoke, nonchalantly gesturing to my body to show I was in one piece. Setting the envelope on the dining room table, I turned to look at my roommate, who was still sitting on the couch. She stood at about five and a half feet tall, beautiful, long dark red hair and green eyes. The redhead had a slender build and her arms were covered in tattoos, I lost count how many she has all over her body. Her name is Lita Dumas and we have been best friends for about ten years now. Lita and I met whenever I was dating Vince McMahon and she had recently joined the family. At first, we would clash over the smallest of things, she disliked me being able to boss her around. But after some time, we came to enjoy each other's company. Lita is a master of manipulation and is a very reliable woman to call on if you need information. Not to also mention, she could flip a grown man on his ass, I've witnessed it firsthand. "Where's little Red?" I asked, noticing that the apartment was way too quiet and missing a loud one.

Lita let out a sigh. "Who knows, probably hanging out with those girls again." Her voice seething with a bit of venom behind it, I knew the exact girls she was talking about. Little Red only turned eighteen back in January. She's still in that rebellious phase, can't exactly ground her anymore. "How did your mission go?"

"The message has been sent. Heyman's dead and it felt so damn good to see how helpless he was in the end.." The words left my mouth so effortlessly while my mind was replaying that encounter in my head. Lita gave me a smirk, while getting off of the sofa. That look on her face showed she was pleased with this answer and wanted the exact same outcome herself.

"Wish I would have been there to witness it myself, I would have taken a picture to cherish it always." The older redhead said with a chuckle. I couldn't help but let out a snicker, she would be the type of person to pose for a selfie over a corpse. We sound like maniacs, but that fucker deserves what he got. Lita made her way across the living room and into the kitchen. Meanwhile I wanted to get this coat off of me, bestie is trying to cook me alive with how much she runs the heat. I'll have to wash this tonight so I walked to the washer and opened it up. Discarding the coat inside, I work on removing the crop top and suspenders. "What's this?" She spoke curiously, tapping the package I stole that laid on the table. `

"Don't know. Heyman got that package from Daisy and was instructed to deliver it to Ric."

"Oh the child has even more authority now, just fucking great. What could she want with that old fart anyways?" Lita never ceases to make me chuckle, man she might despise Ric more than Vince. The eldest Flair was very handsy with the woman back in the day, and we always had to bite our tongue. Ric was smart enough to never touch me inappropriately; his alliance with Vince would be in danger if so. I was never allowed to speak out on the topic either, supposedly it wasn't my place. The youngest McMahon most likely was told to meet with Heyman by her father. With how much of a despicable human she is, she wouldn't willingly work with a man like that. I don't think anyways, maybe I am giving her too much credit.

"Who knows, they were inside that run down bar for most of the conversation. I haven't peaked yet. I thought we would do that together, bestie." I tossed my top and the suspenders into the washing machine and walked over to the table. Lita gave me a smile, picked up the envelope and handed it over to me. Knowing McMahon, it probably has something to do with his drug stock and negotiating ways to sell in Flair's territory. Wouldn't put it past him. Undoing the seal, I pulled the contents of the envelope inside. It wasn't just a lone paper or a couple but a whole stack of papers. There had to be at least twenty papers, all of them had a photo on them and a whole bunch typed out.. "This.." Scanning the very first page confirmed what I needed to do. The photo on the front page had a picture of a woman with long, straight, reddish-brown hair that flowed over her shoulders. The woman was in her late forties according to this information but appearance wise, she didn't look that old. A charming smile that could never be trusted and piercing blue eyes that would stab anyone in the back. The first page contained information about Dixie Carter herself, down to minor details about her husband and her two children.. "Is this all of Carter's crew?!" I exclaimed, quickly going through some of the other pages to see if I recognized any of them. None of them stuck out to me, I expected women in her ranks but there were quite more than I anticipated. Lita gestured to me to hand some of the files over so she could glance at some herself.

"This seems to be the case, although Dixie hasn't done anything rash in a couple years now since the invasion on the North portion of the city. Vince really had someone collect all of this information on them. I mean it's smart to have but sharing the information with Ric seems odd to me."

"This is Vince we are talking about here." Whenever I was his mistress, Dixie Carter was a definite rival of his. Khan wasn't around back then, McMahon and the Flairs were more or less allies. I never met the woman, only heard the tales of her terror. She hides all of that behind a charming smile. I don't know what changed in her demeanor but she's more passive in her methods now. I handed the rest of the papers over to my bestie. What is the purpose of stalking and collecting all of this information? Especially information about spouses and children, that seems beyond dirty. Why waste all this time collecting information to share it with someone who could be your enemy tomorrow? Unless.. They are planning to make a move on the Carter family together and eliminate the competition. Giving Ric the info and having him take lead so later on, if all backfires, Flair will take the fall. Vince, you disgusting bastard, it doesn't surprise me. "Well I am glad we have these now. I plan to use it to my advantage."

"What do you plan on doing? Do you think Ric and Vince are planning to get rid of the Carters too? Why else go through the trouble of gathering all this intel?" As expected, my bestie has come to a similar deduction as I have. Now with this intel in my possession, what is the best approach to use this for our benefit? Would I be able to blackmail the McMahons with the fact that I have this on them. No, Vince wouldn't concede with such a minor thing. Killing Heyman had way more impact.. This is trivial for him. Going to the Carters with the files and disclosing what I know and how I retrieve them is also a possibility. Having allies would have benefits since I plan on combating the McMahon with or without help. I'll have to sit on that idea for a while, the more important matter is, what is my next move against Vince? I want to enjoy and savor his suffering before I kill him. My thoughts were halted with the sound of the back door opening with a small creaking sound. Before my eyes met the person at the door, my best friend exclaimed. "Holy shit, it's about time you got home!"

"Aye Sis, don't get your panties in a bunch." The accented voice responded with her normal sassy demeanor over toward the redhead. The first feature that definitely stands out about our third roommate is her fiery orange hair. Instead of being tied back into a ponytail, it flowed down her back albeit a little soaked from the rain. She is the same height as the both of us. Her name is Becky Lynch, she's pretty much our adoptive little sis. Not long after we defected from the McMahon family was whenever we first met the little orange spitfire. Back then, her hair was a dark red color. She was about thirteen years old, Becky had run away from her terrible homelife. Her parents didn't care about her in the slightest, she was just another mouth to feed, or a paycheck from the government. Lita met the young girl begging for food money, and offered her a place to stay for the night and a warm meal. There was an instant connection between the two of them, Lita even homeschooled Becky. Quite the rebellious little shit but we love her dearly. Becky walked over toward the pair of us, stopping instantly, her gaze fixated on me. Her brow arched as her eyes curiously scanned my body from head to toe. "Why are ya walking around half naked? I don' want to see that. If I did, I could go down to the club plus I prefer real ones anyways."

I rolled my eyes at her childish remark, it's not uncommon for her to talk to us this way. Sometimes it's hilarious, other times, annoying.. I could feel a scowl forming across my face as she mentioned my breasts. They aren't fake, I just have nice, perky tits! With a snicker, I pointed to her chest. "Ha ha, don't be jealous that yours haven't fully grown yet. You don't think it's weird for me to see you walking around in those booty shorts and that crop top. Go put clothes on."

Becky lets out a scoff, and gestures toward her outfit. "These are my clothes, I went to the gym. Do some sparrin' with Sonya tonight, I guess Rhonda and Shayna pussied out." She snickered, mentioning her fighting friends. Becky has always had a fixation with fighting in all forms, it was beneficial that we didn't send her to public schools. With our business, it was bound to happen that she would need to learn self defense. Naturally Li and I taught her what we know, however that wasn't enough for her. She wanted to become stronger, so multiple times a week, she goes to her gym. There Bex met a couple friends that love to fight and work out as much as she does. Lita thinks they are troublemakers but we are also not morally correct either.

"Weren't they the ones that broke your nose a couple months back?" My best friend asked, making her way back toward the sofa. Oh that's right, she got decked in the schnoz a couple months back. The imagery of blood all over her face was horrifying, I thought our life had finally caught up to her.

"Nah, that was Nia. Real big bitch, more ways than one. I was able to beat her arse good too." Becky spoke nonchalantly, walking around past me and into the kitchen. She opens the refrigerator, looking through its content. "Got any beer in the fridge? I could use a pint or two."

"Bex, it's 1:30 in the morning."

What the redhead had spoken fell on deaf ears as the orange haired lass grabbed a six pack of beer that remained in the fridge. What? She is only allowed to drink whenever Becky is at home, it's our rule for now. I like being a cool big sis. Becky walked over right beside me, glancing over toward the television that Lita was now watching. "Sis, what the hell dude! You said that we were going to binge House M.D together."

"I got bored and you ladies were both out."

"I am offended." The eighteen year old spoke dramatically, taking a sip of her first can of the night. She set the remaining five on the table next to my documents. The papers on the table caused her attention to shift. Curiosity was getting the better of her, I will inform her of what transpired tonight later. She slid some of them around, her eyes widened slightly. "...Why's Mrs. Gail in this picture right here?" Becky asked with slight gestation, her index finger pressed against one sheet in particular.

"Who?"

"Gail."

"You know her?" I leaned over to get a better look at the woman she was talking about. A woman with long, straight black hair and dark brown eyes, she seems to be a former Canadian like myself. According to the information given from McMahon, this woman is Dixie's right hand woman. She's skilled in stealth and assassinations. Becky might know Carter's second in command. The longer I looked at her picture, the more I felt like I had seen her somewhere before. Where? Gail Kim. Gail Kim. That name sounds familiar and not for good reasons.

"Aye. She's a personal trainer down at the gym, real sweet lass. Although I know her as Gail Irvine not Gail Kim, that could be her maiden name. She's married to Robert Irvine, the famous TV chef." Holy shit, talk about good luck. Does that mean that Bex's gym is in Carter territory or is she closer to us. I have no idea where she goes to work out.

"When's the next time you are going to the gym, Becks?"

"Tomorrow why?"

"I want to come and meet this Gail woman, it's important business that I will fill you in tomorrow on. Promise." Becky seemed content with that answer. She grabbed her beers and with a hum, walked into her bedroom. My best course of action right now would be to establish a meetup with this Gail woman. If she truly is Dixie's right hand woman, I might be able to get on good terms with the Carters. Forming some trust with them wouldn't be a bad idea. Thanks for all the information Vince, I will be sure it contributes to your downfall in some way. There is no telling how long that could take, I heard that Dixie could be very hard to please. She shouldn't be too hard to charm. especially if I aid her in taking down her biggest competition. What could I do while I wait for that? Do I start with the Bloodline? They deserve death after what they did to Ashley. They would be too guarded right now. Aren't they under Stephanie's command? What about Shane? Do I really want to kill him first? He's the only McMahon that was pleasant to me, still a McMahon nonetheless. Then there's the youngest one, Daisy, she'd be the easiest one to take out. But where's the fun in that, I want the adrenaline from the hunt. But killing them would be too easy, they deserve to suffer. That's whenever it hit me, Vince treasures his heirs more than anything. "Hey Lita.."

"Trish what's up?"

I couldn't help the wide smirk that crossed my lips as my best friend looked over to me. Killing is out of the question for now. Not until I get bored, or Vince begs me to cease my actions. That's never going to happen, I won't stop until the McMahons are dead. My revenge against them will be complete then. It's time to turn the page to phase two of my plan. "I know the next move that I am going to make against Vince, it's risky but I plan to really hit him where it hurts. I am going to kidnap the Boss's daughter."