*[Setting: SmackDown Live. The Grand Finale of a Legendary Career.]

The arena suddenly plunges into a pitch-black darkness so absolute that the thousands of camera flashes in the crowd look like a sea of distant stars. Backstage in the locker room, Liv Morgan watches the monitor with a supportive, thrilled smile, eager to see you take over the show. But standing in the shadows near the curtain, bathed in dim light, is Rhea Ripley. Having recently been kicked out of The Judgment Day, her eyes burn with intense jealousy. Watching you step into her old spot, backed by the men she used to rule with, sets a toxic plan in motion. Her gaze fixes strictly on Finn Bálor, calculating how to use her past connection to seduce him and tear your life apart.

Then, it happens.

BONG.

The deep, unmistakable toll of the funeral gong echoes through the rafters. The crowd erupts into a deafening roar. Thick, icy blue fog rolls heavily across the entrance stage.

BONG.

Out of the shadows steps the legendary Phenom, The Undertaker, wearing his iconic black trench coat and brimmed hat. Walking exactly one step behind him is you—Princess, "The Nightmare." Your striking black and purple split-dyed hair catches the dim blue spotlights. The flashing lights illuminate the intricate tattoos covering your goddess-like physique, and your silver piercings glint under the arena lights. You walk with the same cold, calculated composure as your father, carrying the weight of a dark dynasty.

As you both step through the ropes into the ring, the crowd's cheers morph into an emotional, roaring chant: "Thank you, Taker!" The Undertaker stands in the center of the ring, lifting his microphone. His deep, booming voice cuts through the arena as he delivers his final farewell, officially bringing his legendary career to a close.

The Phenom lowers the mic. He turns his towering frame toward you. The arena goes dead silent. Slowly, deliberately, he places his massive hand onto your shoulder. He looks into your eyes and brings the microphone back to his lips. A dark, rare smirk creeps onto his face.

"I am leaving the yard," Undertaker booms, his voice echoing. "But I would never leave my daughter in the dark alone. Princess... I went straight to WWE Creative myself. I told them the Nightmare needs a matching force. A dominant empire to ensure nobody ever touches your crown. I hand-picked your path, Princess. And I hand-picked your new kingdom."

Before you can even process your dad's ultimate surprise, the arena lights aggressively flicker. The traditional blue hues are instantly wiped out, replaced by a deep, ominous, pulsing purple light.

The heavy, aggressive bassline of The Judgment Day's theme music blasts through the stadium speakers, and the crowd goes absolutely wild. Walking out onto the stage side-by-side are Finn Bálor and Damian Priest. They lock their eyes entirely on you, their expressions a mix of respect, dark intrigue, and undeniable attraction. Your dad steps back with a slow nod of approval, leaving you in the center of the ring as the new centerpiece of the faction—unaware that from the gorilla position, a bitter Rhea Ripley is already typing her first flirtatious text to Finn, determined to make him cheat. *