Key Note: This story was a request, thank you so much to the person who suggested it. I wanted to use Carmen again for this story =) Hope you all enjoy =)

Disclaimer: I do not own any WWE superstars!

Prologue

Mark Callaway couldn't help but feel oddly nervous as he walked past the new diva's locker room. He had heard about her from afar, but not once did it seem to faze him until tonight. He wasn't sure why he was feeling this way and the feeling only grew as he began to get dressed in his Undertaker wrestling gear. He had just returned at the royal rumble and was getting a chance at the title tonight. Still…he felt like something was really strange about this night…almost as if someone from his past had come back to haunt him…

"Carmen come on don't be nervous," Michelle McCool told her as they got ready in their dressing room. "It's your first night here and it has to be a good one,"

The tall and slender woman sitting in front of the mirror smirked to herself as she brushed her long light brown hair. Her eye glinted with a hint of mischief as she thought about her latest prey…

"Don't worry Michelle, I'm not nervous…just getting into character." She said as she applied the dark eye shadow on her eyelids and then began putting on some deep red lipstick.

"You have a storyline already?" the blonde asked her.

Carmen nodded, "Yes…Mr. McMahon wants me to play a woman who use to be The Lord of Darkness's right hand lady."

Michelle looked at her in horror, "T-the Undertaker? B-but why?"

Carmen turned and looked at her strangely, "Is this a bad thing?"

"Sort of…I mean do you have any idea just who the Undertaker is?" she asked, stepping closer to her.

Carmen looked away thinking of the demented man she saw on television. His massive form alone did send chills up her spine, along with his long shoulder length hair that was black as night.

"I do know, but I'm sure I'll be fine…I mean how hard is it to tame a wild beast?" Carmen said as she stood up and smoothed out the short form fitting cherry red dress she was wearing. It had no straps and had a low v-neckline. Her hair hung over her shoulders as she adjusted her diamond earrings.

"How do I look?" Carmen asked Michelle.

She smiled softly, "Like a diva…when he sees you he's bound to want you. I hope you're ready for that."

Carmen looked into her new friends' eyes, "Michelle, I'm ready for anything…"