Lisa McVan

"My daughter," she said cooly.
"What!?" Timmy gaped.
"You heard me. Lisa's been working out lately, thinking she can get the best of me and take the league over while I'm hurt. I want to show her what a pathetic little weakling she is compared to mommy, and you're just the tool to do it."
"Tool, huh? Not man?" Timmy smiled.
"Oh, you're a man now, little boy?" Tanya smirked up at him, though it looked at least partly pleased. "Go ahead and show me," she dared.