Disclaimer: Own nobody, but the new girl, Fiona Miller.

A/N: Dedicated to the fabby Miss Calysto-Hemlsley and the brill Hurricane's Sidekick. :)

B] won! You guys ditched the Hardys and Lita for Deadman Inc! I never saw it coming! (I even started writing chapter 4A!)

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"It's very sweet of you to offer, Jeff, but I'm going to be heading off with Undertaker and Kane." Fiona told Jeff sweetly. "But maybe another time?"

"Sure, I'll hold ya on that one." Jeff said, smiling lightly. As he left, Fiona sat there, thinking.

"Hell, what have I just done?" She said out loud.

"Ooh! Juicy gossip time!" Fiona heard being said behind her, and turned around to see Trish. The blonde Canadian bounced over to where Fiona was sitting, and started coaxing her new friend to tell her what just happened.

"I turned down Jeff Hardy's invite to a club for a slim chance of heading off to a bar with my new daddy and uncle." Fiona eventually told her. "Am I mad or what?"

"Don't say that word!" Trish said, looking around nervously.

"What?" Fiona said.

"What?" A voice behind them said. Fiona turned around and saw Stone Cold Steve Austin with a beer in his hand and a smile on his face. "What? I'm only teasin' yer. What? I said, I'm only teasin'!"

"Is it just me that feels sorry for Debra?" Trish sighed. "Honestly, Austin, you drag that word through the dirt."

Austin sniffed and looked hurt, as Trish sighed. Fiona watched the two of them interacting, they were like close friends, like everybody else. It was like being part of a huge family, she thought. Yeah, so what if it sounds corny, it was.

"I've got to go. It's nearly time for me to appear on the stage." Fiona said, with her usual shy smile.

"Hang on, you ain't even told me your name yet." Austin said, with a wide grin.

"Christine Calloway, but I think they're gonna call me Chris, or Chrissie." Fiona said, before heading off to the back stage. She had ten minutes, but she didn't want to be late and totally ruin her first night in the WWF. As she approached the curtain, she saw the two dominating figures of Undertaker and Kane, waiting until they were needed.

"Y'all ready?" Kane asked her, good naturedly. She nodded, feeling ready to throw up. She had never had such a nervous feeling before. She had been in the backstage ring, practising exactly what she was going to do. Fiona remembered the crowd's reaction to her name flashing up on the screen. Vince told her that it would only be her entrance video for a week, and Fiona sighed with relief, because it was one of the worst videos ever. It was just her name.

"So I run down when Bradshaw sets you up for the Clothesline from Hell?" Fiona asked them, and Undertaker nodded. "And I run down to the ring and…"

"Get onto the apron and start simpering at the referee." Kane and Undertaker finished together. "You'll do great. At least you aren't pulling the Melissa promo , that looked a nightmare to shoot!" Undertaker said, encouragingly.

"Oh, God!" Fiona said, thinking of the terrible promo she had shot. "I think I need a stiff drink!"

"We'll go and get one after the show." Kane said. "To celebrate."

Fiona smiled. He had just read her mind, and it prevented her being turned down. Brilliant. "It's time for you two to get out there. Christine will see you in a few minutes."

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"Well, King, here comes the Brothers of Destruction, and as we all know, they haven't been seeing eye-to-eye recently." JR said.

"I know, JR, and what a shocker Kane's announcement was tonight!" King replied. "It seems that he has engineered the introduction of the Deadman's first-born, Chris Calloway. I didn't even know that Taker had a kid."

"Well, I wonder what Undertaker will be feeling about his son's arrival!" JR added, as Kane and Taker entered the ring, and stared at the APA. Then the battle started.

They were having a real slobber-knocker, and Kane and Undertaker were on the slightly weaker side, because of their lack of co-operation. Undertaker was also obviously distracted by the fact that Chris was in the arena. We had seen him several times searching all over the place, but to no avail.

Fiona kept her eyes firmly on the Ovaltron, and she saw Bradshaw set Kane up for the Clothesline from hell. She took a deep breath then ran out onto the stage, down the ramp and hopped up onto the apron. Undertaker looked at Christine, with anger in his eyes. The referee didn't notice the girl's presence, but Farooq, Bradshaw, Taker and Kane did, and as all of the above except Kane turned to look at the new Diva, Kane picked Farooq into a chokeslam, and pinned him for the three-count. Farooq and Bradshaw rolled out of the ring, and Christine slipped into the ring.

The three of them stood, looking at each other, not smiling, not moving. It was as though time stood still, and the crowd was cheering. Undertaker tried to attack his daughter, and she ducked, and pushed him. He looked into her eyes, furiously.

And then smiled at her, pulling her into a hug.

Taker took a microphone. "Well, Chrissie, I see you ain't as weak as I though you were. But you've just left me wondering, do you respect Deadman Inc.?"

Christine took the microphone from her Dad, and smiled. "Daddy, I am PART of Deadman Inc!"

The crowd cheered as Chris, Taker and Kane headed up to the stage, and all raised their arms. And that was the last shot of RAW.

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"That was fun" Kane said, grinning at the other two. "But what about that drink?"

"Give me twenty minutes to shower, and I'll be ready." Undertaker said, heading off to his locker room. "See you at the rental."

Fiona headed off to the Women's Locker room, and had a quick shower. Ten minutes later, and she was all ready to go. She was wearing a pink top, and black leather-look trousers, with her black boots. She was the last Diva there, and she had a whole ten minutes to fill in. She may as well wait outside next to the rental, and possibly run into some people, rather than sit there by her lonesome.

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Fiona walked over to the rental, it was impossible to miss. It was a 4X4, black, with flames on the front. Typical Kane/Taker car. Fiona sat down on the ground, and pulled out her chocolate bar. Cadburys, her favourite. As she sat on the ground, enjoying her chocolate, she heard a group of about four or five people a couple of cars away.

Fiona may be shy, but she was certainly the curious type of girl. She started listening to what they were talking about and as she listened, she sat up in surprise.

"Yeah, I know. But look, Undertaker will be no problem. If we can just get Kane out of the way, we can get the American Bad Ass and make him pay. I can't wait until I make him bleed." One of the voices said.

"And that pretty little daughter of his," another said. "How brilliant would that be if we could catch her with a crowbar?"

The group laughed. They were obviously planning to attack Undertaker and herself. "Well, we'll get the delicate little Miss Calloway, and we'll take her somewhere. Her daddy will be running rampant. Imagine the promo we could cut!"

"You're a genius!" another one of them said. "We'll make Undertaker REALLY pay. Big time."

Fiona sat there, hiding behind the car. They sounded like they were walking away, and she was trying to decide what to do. She looked over the hood of the car, and saw the retreating figures of four guys that she recognised immediately. She knew that these guys were really serious about this, and all that she could think of was three options.

A] Tell Undertaker

B] Tell Kane

C] Confront them herself

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Remember to tell me what ya think or any chapter ideas! You can reach me via e-mail at wwftasha@hotmail.com! And, see, Mystic Queen? You do pick right sometimes!!