Hey guys. I decided to start a new story about Steph/Taker since I have yet to write one. I am obsessed with the whole 1999 storyline they did. I'm just adding my own twists to it. Rated M. Beware. Hope you guys enjoy. I'll have a new McMahon Helmsley era story coming soon. Stay tuned. :)

It all started in 1999. I was daddy's litle girl fresh out on the screen. No one instantly liked me backstage because of the fact that I was Vince's daughter. I suppose everyone assumed I was some spoiled brat who always got her way, only that was far from true. Everyone still treated me very respectfully, although word gets around fast in the business, and I know certain people made fun of me, and insulted me right behind my back. Fair enough. I had a lot to prove. I wanted to prove I was more then just some rich, spoiled brat born with a silver spoon in her mouth. I never went back and repeated anything to my father. That would make me a spoiled brat. Instead, I wanted to prove them all wrong. And I would. Soon enough.

I found myself hanging out in the hallway at the arena with my brother one evening for a live Raw taping. It was my very first day on the job. I was doing tons of paperwork that morning. Dad wanted to start me out slow. I simply think he decided to finally let me come on the road because this guy in the company, known as the Undertaker, was starting to get under his skin and using me as bait. I think he wanted to make sure I was there with him, and fully protected at all times. The Undertaker had tried to break into our house the other week live during Raw. I was at a friends house watching as I saw it live on the air. I'm glad I decided to call dad because he was frantic. It freaked me out too, I can't lie. But this was something I had wanted more then anything since I was a child. Shane and I both. We ate, slept, and breathed this business. I don't actually think Dad nor Shane ever wanted me to get into the business. They would always tell me how dangerous it is, or how the guys in the company would treat me or take advantage. I didn't care. I loved a challenge. They had always over protected me, not to mention under-estimated me. I was the only girl. You can't even imagine how over protective they were of me growing up. It was annoying as hell, but it also showed me they cared about me. I let it slide most of the time. I certainly was the sweet one in the family.

"Stephanie, I don't know... are you sure this is something you want to do? I mean you know how crazy it gets around here, right? Do you know how many guys want to kill our father right about now? You are the perfect target." Shane said.

"Shane, stop." I replied.

I just don't want to see you ever get hurt. I would kill someone." Shane said.

"I know that, and I absolutely love you for it, but face it Shane, I am not a little girl anymore. I'm 18. It's time I do things on my own. I can do this. It's all I have ever wanted." I reply.

Shane knows he is defeated. He nods and gives in. "Alright, fine. But if anyone ever says anything disrespectful to you, or insults you in any way, I want you to tell me. I'll take him out."

I simply hug my brother. "Thanks, Shane. I will."

Our thoughts were interupted by a rather tall, well built man. I couldn't help but stare. The first thing I noticed was his long, curly blonde hair. I had seen him before on TV. He looked a lot bigger in person. He had a woman beside him. I knew her from TV as Chyna. She was one of the most powerful women that WWF had ever seen. I admired people with their physique.

"Uh, Steph... I have to go. Business calls. I'll see you later in the show. Go hang with dad." Shane said, as the three of them started to head in the opposite direction.

I nodded and began walking down the hallway back to dad's office. How rude. He didn't even introduce me. My brother never has wanted me to socialize with any of the wrestlers. He always tells me they are "bad news". Apparently dad feels the same. The one rule in wrestling that I have to abide by is no dating any of the wrestlers.

I head down to the end of the hallway, and I spot a group of guys headed my way. I notice them instantly from TV. These are the guys after my father, known as corporate ministry, and they have been using me as bait for the past couple weeks, starting with burning my teddybear on live television. That bear was so special to me. They had no right. What's even scarier is how they got it. I remember coming back home one night and all my things in my bedroom had been ransacked. I get a sick feeling in my stomach as I stand off to the side to let them pass. It's not like there is anywhere else to go. I thought about turning around and hunting down Shane, but dad's office was literally 50 feet away. So I wait. I stare down at the floor as if my feet are the most interesting thing. I feel the nerves start to settle in as the Corporate Ministry gets closer and closer. Maybe this is what Shane means. I start to wonder if maybe he is right. Maybe I can't handle this. But then again, I am Stephanie McMahon damn it. I got this. I look up and gulp as they are dead in front of me, stopped. Ok, maybe I can't handle this. Where is dad?!

"Hello Stephanie. I don't believe we have been acquainted just yet." a rather dark, uninviting tone speaks out. I literally feel my knees buckle from under me. They are starting to shake. I need to get out of here, and fast.

"Hi." I simply say, almost coming out as a squeak. Anyone could tell I was uneasy. That's an understatement.

"I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot more of you very soon." Undertaker smiled. It made me feel so uncomfortable. It was easy to see he didn't mean that in a friendly way at all.

"Uh huh." I squeak out, not moving an inch. At this point my body is numb. Luckily they continue down the hall. That was quite... interesting. I let out a huge breath. I pick up speed and practically ran to dad's office. By the time I made it to his door I was breathing heavily.

"Okay... get it together, Stephanie." I say to myself before I let myself in. I can not let dad see me in this kind of state. He'll never let me come back.

"Stephanie! There you are. Where's Shane?" Vince asked.

I instantly make up an excuse. See, Shane is suppose to be with me at all times. I wasn't about to rat out my brother. If dad even knew who I just ran into he would freak out and cause a huge scene. It wasn't even worth it. A little white lie never hurt.

"He just dropped me off here and took off with some of the guys." I reply back smoothly. He seems satisfied.

A week passes. This is my second appearance backstage. I can't help but feel so excited. Tonight I finally get to be on screen. I've waited for this my entire life. I couldn't hardly sleep last night from the excitment. I just hope I don't run into anyone crazy tonight. With my father beside me, I'll be just fine.

"Tonight we make our move." Undertaker said.

"Tonight, my Lord? Are you sure?" Bradshaw asked.

"I'm sure. It's time." Undertaker said as he paused for a second. "Stephanie is not to be harmed." Undertaker said. "Is that clear?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Alright then. Let's make our move."

The evening goes by rather quickly. It's already time to start the show. Usually backstage dad is always running around like a chicken with his head cut off, but tonight he promised that he is staying with me.

The show starts and it's already time for our cameo appearance. I think dad has Austins belt... or something. I'm not even sure what is really going on. I just know that my duty is to answer the phone. It happened so quick. I love being here. This is were it feels like home to me. I belong here.

My thoughts are quickly interupted. As dad has on the TV monitor, evaluating the show, Undertaker comes out and interupts Sable. I can't help but watch along with dad. I wonder what this guy is up to. It isn't long before we find out. He calls out my dad, and says if dad doesn't come out right then, he was going to snap Sable in half like a twig. This instantly made me feel sick to my stomach. How can he do that to a woman? A poor, defenseless woman. Sable looked terrified. My dad reacted quick.

"DAMN IT!" he yelled. It made me jump. "I have to go out there. Stay in here with these guys, you'll be fine. I'll be right back."

"But dad..." I say in protest, I wanted him to help Sable, but I didn't want him leaving me there.

"You'll be fine... stay here with Stephanie, don't let anyone in here." Vince says, pointing to the security, and then headed out the door, running down the hallway to make his way to the gorilla position.

I just stand there completly shocked. I didn't know what to think. I'm sure I am safe in here. Dad has like five guards outside the door, but still...

My nerves are uneasy as I watch dad on the monitor. I wait... I wait... and for some reason I get a bad feeling all of a sudden. It wasn't even the second dad had just made his way to the stage that I heard a huge commotion outside of the door. I got scared. Not even two seconds later, three large men broke inside the door and snatched me up without a fight. There was nothing I could even do. They quickly covered my mouth so that I couldn't scream, and we entered this room that lead down to the basement. I don't even think anyone saw us at all. There was no one in sight. It was dark down there. I was completely shaking with fear, crying hysterically. Shane was right. I couldn't handle this. I had no idea what I was getting myself into in this business.

Two men had a hold on each of my arms. They would no let go. There were all just standing around laughing. It wasn't even a few minutes later, I heard other people walking in our direction. I was praying that it was someone coming to help me. I was wrong. It was him. The Undertaker. Now my fears were confirmed. Oh Lord help me. This man scared me to no end. I wasn't even going to deny that fact.

"Stephanie... we meet again." Undertaker said as he ran his rather large hand through my long brown hair. This made me shiver. "I told you we would meet again. I don't ever disapoint." He walked closer to me.

"Pleaseeee... I just want to see my dad." I say, feelings so stupid for letting my fear show. You could practically see my knees shaking.

"You see Stephanie, it isn't anything personal with you. In fact, you are the only McMahon that I am quite fond of, but right now you are the perfect bait to reel in your father."

I gulped. Shane hit it dead on. He was right. Lord, I hate when he is right.

"Hold still." Undertaker replied as he pulled out this black marker and drew something on my forehead. I had no idea what he was doing. I just stayed as still as I could and cooperated so they would let me go. I had never been so afraid in all my life.

Undertaker took a little dirt, and smudged it on my face. His touch made me sick to my stomach.

"Bring her over here." Taker ordered his men. They did as they were told and brought me over to a little dark corner. Undertaker walked closer to me, practically inches away.

"I'm going to leave you here." Undertaker said. "Don't you dark move from this spot. I'll be watching your every move. Trust me, you won't like what happens if you move from this spot. Got it?"

I just nod as I continue to cry. At this point, I can't even hold it in. I'm terrified. Hearing him say that really didn't help matters at all. I had two men holding my arms the entire time while the rest of the ministry watched on and laughed. This was beyond humiliating. One of the guys take a handful of my hair and gently leans my head a little so that I was facing the Undertaker. Taker leaned in close, and without a word, pressed his lips gently to mine. I closed my eyes wishing this nightmare was over. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it felt like hours.

"Mark my words, Stephanie... I will see you again... very, very soon. I promise you that." and with that being said, Taker and the ministry let go of me, and walked off after they placed me in a certain spot down on the ground.

I sat there crying for what seemed like hours. I didn't think anyone was coming. How could anyone know where I was? I dare not move. What if they are watching me at this very moment? I didn't want to find out if he was serious, so I just sat there waiting... and waiting.

Finally, fourty-five minutes later I heard a noise. It scared me half to death. What if it was the Undertaker coming back? I stayed hidden in my spot. A minute later I notice a random guy coming down the stairs. I didn't know wheither or not to trust him. Was this a test to see if I would ask for help? The undertaker had screwed my mind up so badly. I wasn't sure what to think. I knew one thing for sure... I was petrified of the Ministry. Especially the Undertaker. He had such an evil presence, and his voice sent chills up my spine. If I ever was near him again I was going to loose my mind. A male voice completely broke my thoughts. I quickly backed up when I saw him coming at me.

"Stephanie... Stephanie... it's okay." Ken Shamrock tried to put me at ease. Apparently I was a complete wreck. "It's okay. You're okay. Your dad is looking for you."

That caught my attention instantly. Dad. I automatically felt at ease when he mentioned my dad. That is exactly what I wanted to hear. I just wanted my dad in my arms.

"It's okay, come on... we'll take you to your dad. You're okay now." Ken said again, assuring me that I was fine. I believed him. A huge sense of relief overwhelmed me. I let out a huge breath as I let him help me to my feet. I kept thinking about what Undertaker had said. I didn't know if they were going to lunge out at any given moment.

"They're watching us. They might come at any moment." I whispered frantically, looking all around us.

"It's okay. They're gone. You're fine. Let's get you to your dad. He's going to be very glad to see you." Ken said. I felt so much better when we made our way out of the basement.

Moments later I was reunited with my dad. That had to be one of the happiest moments of my life. I had never been so happy to see my dad.

The night finally ended. Dad and Shane asked me over and over that night what had happened, but I just wouldn't tell them. I didn't want to remember. I just wanted to pretend this night never happened. Nothing good with have came out of telling them the truth anyways.