Hi, everyone. Here's a new story that has been in my mind since Saturday. I just had to write it down. I love The Undertaker. My love for him is just like my love for Randy Orton, but alittle bit more. I mean have you seen him, he's so freakin' hot. But, anyway please review! And I hope you guys enjoy it!

May 1992

Vince McMahon watched as his daughter, 21 year old, Sylvia Jane McMahon, had a deep conversation with valet, Miss Elizabeth. He smiled, he was proud of his daughter for taking a interest in the WWF. He was also proud of her business sense and her smarts. He walked over towards Miss Elizabeth and Sylvia smiling. Sylvia saw her father coming and waved at him. Miss Elizabeth turned around and did the same.

"Hey, Daddy!" Sylvia exclaimed, excitely. Sylvia is a bonafide Daddy's Girl. Being his first born daughter, Sylvia and Vince always had a special bond, that Vince and Stephanie didn't have.

"Hey, sweetie," Then Vince turned to Miss Elizabeth and said,"Miss Elizabeth can you please give us a moment?"

"Sure, Vince." Miss Elizabeth said sweetly and walking off, disappearing down the hall.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just need you to take tonight's script to Mark Calaway."

Sylvia smiled, she was always happy to help her father out. "Okay. Hand it over and it'll be taken care of."

Vince smiled at his daughter's eagerness and handed over the thick script over to Sylvia. Sylvia took the script out of Vince's hands and took off towards Mark's locker room. Down 2 long halls and turning 3 corners later, Sylvia finally arrived at Mark's locker room door. She knocked on the door, no answer. She was going to try for a second time, but she heard moving around, coming from the inside. The Mark's door swung open, Mark looked down at Sylvia. Sylvia looked up at Mark, she took in his appearance. His shoulder-length, auburn-red hair that was in his face, but she could still see his beautiful emerald-green eyes peeking out from behind his long hair.

"Hey, Syl." Mark said to Sylvia calling her by the nickname, he had given her. Sylvia blushed, slightly. There has always been alittle attraction between Sylvia and Mark, everyone knew it. Everyone including Vince, who hated the idea of the two ever getting together. He didn't like the thought of his daughter dating or marrying a wrestler.

"Hey, Mark," Sylvia handed the script over,"Here is tonight's script, my dad wanted me to give it to you."

Mark took the script out of Sylvia's hands. He gave her a once over. He saw her long blonde, her brown eyes, and her bright smile. Sylvia was wearing a short, waist-fitted red skirt, an off the shoulder, red and white Marylin Monroe, and red pumps. To Mark she looked good, well to every guy she looked good.

"I guess, I'll get going, now."

"Wait, um, can you help me find my other gray glove?"

Sylvia nodded and walked into the room."So, where did you last have it?" She asked him, looking behind the couch.

"I have know, idea. Last time I've seen it, it was in the suitcase."

"Let me look," Sylvia looked through Mark's luggage and pulled out the gray glove. She turned and through it at him. "Found it! You can, thank me, now."

Mark rolled his eyes and said,"Yeah, yeah, thanks."

"Your welcome," Sylvia walked out of the room, but then a minute later she stuck her head back into the room."See you around?"

"Yeah."

"Good luck tonight, Mark."

"Thank you."

Sylvia arrived at her father's office and walked in. He was sitting in his office, talking on the phone to someone. Sylvia could tell by the smug look on his face he was talking business. Vince turned his desk chair around and saw Sylvia, standing there with her arms crossed, waiting.

"I'll call you back." Vince said into the phone before hanging shook her head, and sat down in the chair in front of his desk. She folded her arms and looked at her father with a questioning look.

"What was that all about, dad?"

"Just business, Sylvia. What took you so long?"

"I was just helping out an employee, that's all."

"That employee meaning Mark?"

"Exactly."

"What have I told you about flirting with my employees, Sylvia?"

"I didn't flirt with all the employees, just one in particular."

Vince got up out of his chair and walked over towards Sylvia, sitting down on the edge of the desk in front of her.

"I warn stay away from him, please."

"Dad," Sylvia sighed,"can you let me live my life?"

"As long as your my daughter," Vince paused for a couple of minutes,"then no,"

Sylvia stood up from her chair."We'll see about that dad." Sylvia told him, before making her way out of his office.