Disclaimer: Vince owns the WWFE stuff and the rest is all mine.
Distribution: Mirrors and Flights.
Notes: A take on the upcoming Survivor Series events.

Part 1:

"Come Sunday Dad," Shane said as he strutted around the ring, "Steph and I are going to unequivocally put you out of business. The WWF of old will be no more. Only the Alliance will survive."
"That's right Daddy. Finally, you and Mom will get out of our hair and you'll retire to Boca Raton and leave us the hell alone."
"It's time for a new era of McMahons and it's past time you came to terms with that."
"And your great WWF superstars should prepare their résumés because they're all going to be looking for work come Monday morning."

NO CHANCE, THAT'S WHAT YOU GOT
NO CHANCE IN HELL

Vince came out to the top of the ramp and casually looked at Shane and his sister. He brought his microphone up to his mouth and made a show of shaking his head in disbelief.
"Now I've never had a problem with confident people. Hell, I admire confidence. Always have, always will. But the two of you… you take the prize. You think
you know enough to run a successful wrestling organization? That's not confidence, that's plain old stupidity."
The crowd exploded in raucous laughter at that. In the ring, Shane and Stephanie all but sputtered in frustration.
"However," Vince went on, "I haven't completely given up hope. There is still a chance one of the children your mother and I gave birth to isn't going to be a complete disappointment. One of you knows why the WWF must never disappear and one of you will keep it alive always."
"Dream on old man. Steph and I are not going to turn on each other now and come running to you to defend your tired WWF. You tried convincing us Austin would turn and that had stunning results, wouldn't you say?"
While Shane spoke, a woman swung her long legs over the railing behind the commentators' table and made her way to the ring, sliding into it on her stomach. She came to her feet behind the McMahon siblings and did nothing else.
"True, I was stunned by Steve's decision. But what goes around, comes around…"
Vince nodded and the woman tapped Shane on the shoulder.
"Who…"
That was all Shane had the time to say before she kicked him and delivered a picture perfect Stone Cold Stunner. She then smiled at the Billion Dollar Princess who was trying to hurry out of the ring, a difficult task in high heel boots and tight leather pants. Steph was stunned as well and for the first time, she felt the move's full effect as it wasn't softened for her simply on account of her gender.
Pleased by her performance, the woman hurried up the ramp to join Vince.
"Thank God," he said, putting an arm around her shoulders, "I still have a child I can be proud of. Ain't that right baby?"
"Sure is Daddy," she grinned, pecking his cheek.
As father and daughter embraced, cheeks touching, the resemblance was undeniable. The woman had a softer version of Vince's clefted chin, Linda's bright blue eyes and her mother's blonde locks. Shane and Steph would hate her. When they came to.

Part 2:

"God baby, how great was that?" Vince gloated to his oldest child when they finally made it to their dressing room.
"I always make interesting first impressions."
"Interesting is the word," Linda smiled from her seat.
"How did I look Mom?"
"Very impressive kiddo. Stone Cold wishes his stunners were that nice."
"Cool. What's next?"
"Gotta tell Show about his spot on Team WWF."
"You have to understand Show," Vince said. "For Shane and Steph, this is about more than the Alliance, WCW, ECW or the WWF. It's about humiliating me and our family. And I can't let that happen. I won't let it happen."
"You want your spot on Team WWF back?"
"But not for myself."
"Then who?"
"My daughter."
Show looked the woman who'd remained blessedly quiet during the humiliating exchange. She was about as tall as Shane and there was no denying they came from the same gene pool.
"Shane's gonna tell his guys to tear her to pieces."
"He's welcome to try but baby bro best remember I got myself thirty-three years of torturing his ass to jam pack into one match. I'm buying him a new ass."
Unfortunately, hell hath no fury like a disgruntled employee and Show hurried over to the Alliance dressing room where Shane and Steph tried recovering from their shocking news.
"What do you want?" Test asked Show, barring his entrance to the room.
"I have news your bosses want."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Why don't you let me be the judge of that?"
Having been humiliated enough for the day, Show wrapped a meaty hand around Test's throat and pushed his way into the room, knocking aside Alliance members like bowling pins until he stood in front of the youngest McMahons.
"What do you want?" Austin barked at him.
"I need a job."
"Why should we care?"
"Because I have information that'll turn things around far the Alliance at Survivor Series."
"Like what?"
"I'm off Team WWF," Show said, looking from Shane to Steph.
"Who's your replacement?" Steph asked quickly.
"I need a guarantee I'm part of the Alliance first."
"Will your information really turn Survivor Series in our favor?"
"Oh yeah."
"I'm taking a big risk here Show," Shane said after briefly looking at his kid sister.
"You won't regret it."
"I'd better not. Show, welcome to WCW."
"Never thought it'd be an improvement from WWF. But you guys have better T-shirts."
"Yeah, yeah," Shane said quickly, "we'll get you some too."
"Cool. Any chance I might…"
"Who's your fucking replacement?"
"Oh that. None other than your sister Sam."
"Who?"
"Chick with the killer stunners, no offense Austin, your sister. Samantha McMahon."

Part 3:

"Remember what we went over about RVD. He's the high-flyer of the team. Big on high-impact spots. Angle's the former Greco-Roman wrestler. Highly technical and devastating on the ankle lock," Vince told his attentive daughter as they reviewed Team Alliance's file.
"And Shane?" Sam asked.
"Your brother's a high-flyer, big on high-risk maneuvers. I showed you the Wrestlemania tape."
"Yeah."
"But he knows what he's…"
Without knocking, the rest of the members of Team WWF walked into the McMahons' dressing room. Taker eyed Samantha dubiously before turning the full force of his fury to her father.
"Do you want to go bankrupt? Do you want the WWF to go down the drain?" he asked. "Cause replacing the Big Show with your daughter is nothing but a dumb move, plain and simple."
Vince shot out of his chair and the shouting match that ensued between the boss and his top talent made Samantha roll her eyes.
"ENOUGH!" she finally shouted over the loud voices.
All five men turned to her and she tried to smile.
"You don't think I can handle my own in the ring, I hear ya, legitimate concern. Pick a guy, any WWF guy and book him against me, tonight. And you'll see how good I can be."
"I don't think that's a…"
"Tut, tut, tut Vince," Jericho said. "Any guy in the WWF?"
"Yep."
"Give us a moment."
While the four male members of Team WWF made their choice, Vince pulled Samantha to the side.
"What are you doing?" he hissed.
"I'm showing them I'm not scared," she answered. "I inherited my dad's set of brass balls."
"We have someone for you," Rocky said, turning to McMahon, father and daughter.
"All right."
"Al Snow. He's the most underrated wrestler out there and he'll show us what we need to see."
"I'm game."
"Sam…"
"I'm game Daddy. Give me two minutes to change into my gear and I'll be ready."
"You sure about this baby?"
"We both knew this might happen Dad. And I'm ready and willing."
"All right. I know you'll make me proud."

When Al Snow came out, the crowd went wild. Everyone absolutely adored the Tough Enough trainer and he went to the ring under the roar of the audience. When it came out for Samantha to come out, the crowd went positively bonkers at the remixed version of Sisqo's Unleash the Dragon. And having her appear halfway down the ramp in a black catsuit with a long leather trench embroidered with a dragon… well, that took her over, literally.
In the ring, Al Snow greeted her with a handshake and a few encouraging words before the bell ring rang. And that was as nice as he got. He took Samantha through worse paces than his Tough Enough kids. But Samantha held her own too. She got more than a few good moves in and it was fair for anyone to see they were evenly matched, surprising since no one had ever heard of the tall female wrestler before. But even Al was left dumbfounded when she rolled out of the small package and rolled him into a modified version of it that trapped his arms and left him without the necessary leverage to kick out.
Al nodded positively after the three-count, raising Samantha's hand in victory. And his gentlemanly side showed even more then Shane and Stephanie came out, complete with the rest of Team Alliance, to have a look at the new McMahon, moving in front of her, switching to complete protector mode. And Sam appreciated the gesture but she stepped in front of him. McMahons backed down for no one, not even other McMahons.

Part 4:

"Hello… big sister, is it?" Shane asked with a smirk.
Sam nodded while Al handed her a microphone.
"And let me see if I've got it right… the wuss and the man-eater? Or are you the man-eater? I get confused."
"I'm Shane McMahon. I own the WCW and with my sister Stephanie, we're going to run the WWF into the ground."
"Is that so? Well maybe I chose the wrong side… maybe I should side with you guys instead of with Dad, huh? After all, you've got the best team right?"
Sam paused and pointed to the members of Team Alliance.
"First off you got the man so fascinated with his right hand he based a move on it. Then you have the man so into our sister's… enhancements that he'd switch sides for them. And no, I haven't forgotten the guy who meets with our father, turns on his fellow Alliance member and says he's still in the Alliance. A little confused maybe? And my favorite, the man who switched sides because Dad stopped hugging him. WHAT? WHAT?"
Austin started down the ramp, talking trash to Sam who watched his approach with a smile.
"If I hug you Austin, will you come back to the WWF?"
The crowd went insane at that as Austin made his way back up the ramp.
"Last, but not least is my little brother. Risk taker extraordinaire. Your problem is that you always figured the biggest piece of the pie would be yours. But Dad wouldn't give it up fast enough and you decided to prove yourself by buying the WCW to show him that you could do what he did. What you didn't know though was that the WWF was never meant to be yours. It was meant for me, has been meant for me all along."
Samantha's words definitely struck a chord in Shane and Steph, feeling her brother's shock, stepped forward.
"So you're going to inherit a company that'll be out of business by Sunday, you must be so proud. What an ambitious girl you must be. Personally…"
"Steph you're the last person I'd take any kind of advice from."
"Why?"
"A) your hair… sticking your finger in a socket is not getting your hair done. B) Damn girl, did you run out of bras or something?"
Behind Samantha, Al started laughing so hard, he had to wipe tears from her eyes.
"You…"
"Enough with the name calling. I've had it. Steph, Shane, you have a problem and that problem is me. Mom and Dad don't need you anymore to be proud of the children they brought into the world. They have me. And they are proud of me. That burns, I get that. I'm giving you all one last chance to back down. Concede to the WWF's inevitable victory now or suffer the consequences of your action come Sunday."
"Never!" Shane shouted.
"Fine. Come Sunday though, the two of you will see who's the real dominant McMahon child. And Steph, by not being part of Team Alliance, you give up your chance to prove yourself. Not that you really needed to. We all know what you're worth… and depending on the cost of grapefruits this week, I wouldn't put too much stock in you."
"God, I can't wait for Shane to…."
"I think I speak for everyone here tonight Steph when I tell you to please shut the HELL up!"
"You can't…"
"I can and I have and you can be next Shane."
Looking like his head was about to explode, Shane nodded to RVD who ran down the ramp to the ring, followed by the rest of Team Alliance. Samantha and Snow fought them off as best they could but they were soon outnumbered. Al was summarily thrown out of the ring and Booker T and Angle held on to the eldest McMahon sibling while Steph got in her face and slapped her face.
"Still feeling like the most dominant McMahon child?"
"I always do."
That being said, Sam stomped her foot on top of Angle's, forcing him to release her arm, jamming her balled fist into the side of Booker's neck. Before RVD or Austin could get to her, she slapped her sister so hard Stephanie spun away before falling flat on her face. But then Austin and Shane were on her and before she could regain her senses, Samantha found herself laid out on her back while Shane directed RVD to the ropes for the five-star frog splash. She struggled as hard as she could, promising Shane a caning and an ass-whipping come Sunday but nothing doing. She got splashed.

Part 5:

The next morning, it was the pain from her abdominal muscles that woke up Sam. She groaned and slowly opened her eyes. The only thing that made her smile was knowing that Van Dam was in just as much pain. Unfortunately, that didn't go a long way. Her thoughts then strayed to her fellow Team WWF members. They'd eventually made it to the ring but only after the worst of it. And none of them had checked up on her. Had it not been for Al Snow, she'd still be in that ring, staring up at the ceiling, her head ringing and her whole body hurting.
Her phone rang. Sam seriously considered not picking up. But her conscience won out.
"Hello?"
"Hey there sexy."
"Think you got the wrong McMahon sister. I'm almost flat-chested next to her."
"Breasts aren't everything to me."
"Your track record says different."
"It's not I told them to get enhanced."
"Just so we're clear, I'm not doing that for you."
"That's good. So how are you feeling?"
"In the best shape of my life," Samantha snapped sarcastically.
"Cute."
"I thought so."
"I should be at your hotel in about an hour. Why don't you shower and meet me in the lobby? We'll hit the gym together."
"You serious?"
"Always baby."
"You rock. I love you baby."
"I love you too Mrs. Me."

Showered and in her workout clothes, Sam made it down to the lobby. He wasn't there yet but she did see her parents in the hotel restaurant. She joined them, stealing a strip of bacon out of her father's plate.
"Do you want more bacon?" Linda asked Sam, pushing her plate toward her daughter.
"Nope, I'm in training."
"Then why take mine?"
"Less calories when I steal it from you, more when Mom offers it."
"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."
"It's Cassie's theory."
"Of course."
"MOMMA!!!"
A tiny slip of a girl wriggled her way out of a man's arms and started running toward the elder McMahons' table. Sam jumped out of her chair and picked up her daughter. The WWFers that were there were absolutely shocked when they saw mother and daughter reunite.
"Did you miss me?" Sam asked as she pecked her daughter's cheeks over and over again.
"Yeah. But the trip was fun. I went inside a bar and Daddy let me get as much food as I wanted from the buffet at Shoney's and I threw up. Daddy swore a lot when I did that."
"He did, huh? And look who's here…"
"Nana! Grandpa!"
Cassie wriggled out of her mother's arms and ran to her beaming grandparents while Sam smiled at her husband as he came over. She kissed him long and hard, running her fingers through his blond hair.
"I missed you."
"We were only apart for a few days."
"I don't get your point."
"Aw shucks… that mean you love me?"
"Yep."
"Son," Vince told his son-in-law, "sit down, have breakfast with us."
Across the restaurant, Shane and Stephanie watched their family sit down together, talking and laughing, and they seethed.

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