I don't own no one in the WWF and the anime, Ranma 1/2

It was a nice peaceful day in the Undertaker's house. Sara was cooking lunch, Mark is in the basement and there was no DDP stalking.

"Mark had taken the fact that Hogan is facing Hunter at Backlash instead of him pretty well...too well." Sara thought as she added more chill powder to her meal. She fight the urge to go to the basement. Mark would show her whatever he 'made' later. She started to hummed, until she heard a loud explosion in the basement, shaking her and everything around her,"This can't be good." she said out loud. Sara walked over to the basement door to see if her husband is still alive.

"Sara! Sara! I done it!!" yelled Mark. Sara let out a soft sigh, happy that he was alive. She jumped when Mark yanked open the door, his face and clothes blacken. He held up two huge bottles of water in his hands. Sara looked at both of them, then swallowed hard. She feared the worst.

"Honey, what you done?" she asked, preparing to hear her husband saying he made rats his soldiers by making them drink the water in his hands and have them kill everyone who 'disrespected' him. Mark started to grinned.

"Damn Flair! Damn Hunter! Damn Hogan! Damn Rock! Damn Mc..."

"I know! I know! Damn McMahon! Let's damn the whole damn world!" Sara snapped.

"Oh don't worry! The world is next." he added. Sara put her head in her hand, sighing as she shook her head in shame. At a slow count of ten, Sara looked back up at Mark.

"Anyway, what about those men?" she asked.

"I'm going to get them all back!! They won't disrespect me again!" Mark yelled, holding the bottles in the air as he laughed,"The fools!!! I'm holding cold and hot water in my hands. With these two, they will respect me! " Sara wanted to slapped her tall husband, but didn't feel like jumping up.

"How the hell is cold and hot water going to make them 'respect' you?" demanded Sara.

"Hear me out, Sara! See, I was watching Ranma 1/2 and I got this idea." Mark started.

"I thought you gave those tapes back to Stephanie before she left." Sara said. Mark went on with his story.

"Let me finish, Woman! After watching this, I had an idea popped in my head. See, the cold water will make the men turned into women and the hot water will make them turned back into men." explained Mark. Sara grabbed the ends of her hair and pulled hard as she screamed.

"You and your damn respect!! What the hell is wrong with you?! You finally snapped!! You're sick! You know something like that isn't real!" she yelled. Mark's grin grew wide.

"That what you think." he responded. He poured a drop on his head, then he was turned into a woman. The woman looked like Mark, the tattoos, green eyes and short hair. But, 36 DD breasts appeared on his chest.

"Good God." Sara squeaked out, staring at her husband.

"Told ya." said the woman, in Mark's voice.

'Turn back! Your voice in that woman's body is creepy." Sara demanded. Mark sighed, then raised the hot water bottle over his head.

"Yes, dear." he said, letting the drop fall on him. He turned back into Mark,"Now, you believe me?" he questioned. Sara nodded. Mark puffed out his chest.

"Good. Now, I can't wait to go to RAW." he said, evil smirk snaked across the his face. Mark giggled as he went upstairs to put his bottles in one of his suitcase. Sara watched him, then she went back to the soup.

"God, help him." she said.