Laying on the small, yet comfortable couch in her father's office at the WWF arena in Dallas, Texas, Carmen McMahon was enjoying being at her father's work. She always did since she was quite a little girl. Seeing all her favorite wrestlers made her feel so giddy inside. But one man has always given her chills, making her have nightmares. That very man is no other than the Lord of Darkness, The Undertaker. The way his deep voice rumbles as he talks, his enormous muscles, he is a walking death machine in her eyes. His glare is unbearable, his anger was nothing she has seen before, not even when -

"Carmen, honey, come on." Her father, Vince McMahon said, snapping her out of her thoughts. She rubbed her eyes, sitting up.

"Yes, father?" She yawned, stretching out her arms. Vince smiled at his daughter, rubbing her head. "I need to be out of my office, the show is about to start and I need to be out in the ring. Can you handle it back here without me?"

Carmen nodded softly, standing up to her 5"4' height. "Of course I can. I'll be here or in the catering area." She told him. Vince nodded, kissing her forehead. "Stay safe, alright?" Oh, Vince was so wrong…

Vince left his office, leaving Carmen all alone. She sat on his desk, looking around in boredom. "I'm hungry." She heard her stomach grumble. She instantly darted out the door, making her way down to the catering tables. She grabbed a banana from the fruit section, smiling to herself. She went to turn around when she bumped into a tall figure, spilling a hot liquid over herself, and the structure in front of her. It was burning coffee.

She gasped, realizing what she has done. She was about to apologize until she saw a familiar symbol on the chest of this man… It was Undertaker's symbol. She forced herself to look up, and boy it was a bad idea.

The face she saw had anger and hatred written all over it. "Good going, you stupid, little brat." The Deadman hissed, a slight growl could be heard. Carmen's skin turned a sickly pale color as she began to back away. She was lost for words, not knowing what to say to him. 'Run' is all that popped into her head. And she did. 'Taker watched her, his eyes burning with fury. "You alright, boss?" Said a man, walking up next to his side. "Bradshaw, who is that stupid girl running down the hall?" Bradshaw had to squint his eyes, getting a closer look. "Oh, that's McMahon's daughter. I think her name is Carmen, if I'm not mistaken. Why?" Undertaker turned to Bradshaw, an evil smirk creeping onto his lips. "Next time I see her, she ain't gonna like what is coming to her. Now let's get out to the ring, her damn father is blabbing his gums once again." He growled, heading to the entrance. Bradshaw did not like the sound of what his boss has planned, but he couldn't say anything, or he'd get his ass kicked.

Carmen did not know what would be in store for her later that night.