NOTE: I don't own any of the WWE superstars. I only own Kayla and myself.

"I can't believe I let you drag me to this show," my friend Kayla said. "I don't even watch wrestling!"

"But this isn't exactly a wrestling show yet, it's a meet-and-greet sort of thing," I said. "We get to meet all the wrestlers. We're gonna see the Undertaker! How could you not be excited about that?"

"Well, for one thing, he's dark and moody-like," Kayla said. "Oh yeah, and he's a wrestler. Wrestling is totally fake and I hate it."

"But he looks so good!" I said. "No matter what he's wearing."

"Well, I'll admit, he looks ok," she said grudgingly. "But that means nothing to me."

"I wonder how he looks naked?" I said aloud.

"Ugh, I don't even want to imagine," Kayla said.

"Mmmm, and that tongue of his..." My voice trailed off as I thought of how abnormally long Taker's tongue was. "He could put that to good use, you know."

"I'm sure he does, on his wife. He is married, you know," Kayla pointed out.

"Killjoy," I said. We both laughed.

When we got to the door of the building, a security guard asked to see our passes. We held out the cards we'd taken pictures for. He scanned both of our cards. When his machine verified that we were supposed to be there, he opened the door for us and let us go through.

"Have a good time," the security guard called after us politely.

"Thanks, we will," I said.

Kayla and I excitedly walked around backstage. We were at a joint production between the superstars of Raw and Smackdown, so I was extremely excited. It was the best of both worlds!

From behind me, I heard a wolf whistle. Kayla and I both turned around to see where the wolf whistle had originated from. I was totally surprised to see John Cena walking towards us.

"Hello, little ladies," he said in his sexy voice. He walked up to us and put an arm around each one of us. "So, which one of you is the lucky winner of the WWE Meet The Cast Contest?"

"Me," I said, grinning. I couldn't believe John Cena had his arms around my shoulder! John Cena!

"That poem you wrote about me and the Undertaker was awesome," he said. "But that freestyle tape... That's what did it. It was raw and sexy and you're really talented!"

"Thanks. That means a lot coming from a true master of freestyling," I said. "Poetry is my first love but freestyling is a total rush for me."

"Oh, me too," he said. "Check it... I'm walking down the hall/ With two girls on my arm/ I was cold a little before/ But these girls have made me warm/ They're causing a storm/ Looking as sexy as they look/ I'm getting excited/ Maybe I should stick my nose in a book/ I took one look at these chicks/ And I was like a rock no doubt/ I'm ready to take one back/ To the hotel and make her shout!"

"How sexy was that?" I said. "That was hot!"

"Yeah, that was pretty good," Kayla admitted.

"Let's hear you bust a freestyle," John suggested.

"Ok," I agreed. "John Cena's got his arm around me/ And it's getting hot in this hall/ I'm so excited, I wanna ride it/ I'll let him take me against the wall/ In the mall or in the room/ In the car or in the arena/ I'll be famous as the girl/ Who got wild with John Cena/ The one who drove Cena wild/ The nymph he can't stop talking about/ I'll make him moan and groan/ Right before I make him shout!"

"Hot, hot, you're good at this," he said.

"I can't believe you just said that," Kayla said, looking at me with a shocked expression.

"Neither can I," I said, in a state of shock myself. I'd rapped about doing John John Cena? What the hell was I thinking?

"I think this is your stop," John said, as he stopped walking in front of a room.

Kayla and I looked up at the sign on the door. It said "WWE Honorary Guest/ Newest WWE Teen Diva."

"Who's the new teen diva?" I asked John worriedly.

"Uh, it's you," he said. "Didn't you already know that when you won the contest they made you a teen diva?"

"I guess they neglected to tell me that part," I said.

"Oops," John said. "It slipped out. I guess it was supposed to be a surprise. When they tell you, try to act surprised."

"I'll try," I said. "I have been looking to get into acting anyway, maybe this could help."

"That's the attitude," John said. He looked at his watch. "Well, it was nice meeting you, J," he said, "but I have to go take a cold shower right now. You and your 'freak-nasty' freestyle..."

"You and yours," I laughed as he started to walk away. Then I opened the door and we walked inside.

"Wow!" Kayla exclaimed.

"Wow!" I agreed, looking around. The room was huge and elegant. The TV was huge and the couches looked nice and comfy. "Is all this really for us?"

"I think so," Kayla said. She walked over to a coffee table. "Look, here's a note for you." She sat down on the couch.

I walked over and read the note. It read:


It wasn't signed, just stamped "WWE Headquarters". Wow.

"Kayla, you wanna go with me to meet Taker?" I asked my buddy.

"Mmmm, I think I'll stay," she said. "This sofa is just to comfy for me to get up..."

"That's fine with me," I said. "I wouldn't mind having an encounter with Taker alone..."

"See you," Kayla called out as I shut the door.

I didn't exactly know where Taker's dressing room was. I knew he was too big of a major wrestler to have to share the locker room. So I looked around for a while until I came to a door with his name on it. I was nervous. Big-time nervous. Taker had been one of my favorite wrestlers since 6th grade. I'd had a crush on him for years!

I stood frozen with my hand on the doorknob of Taker's door. I couldn't bring myself to open the door; I was just too nervous!

Turns out I didn't even have to open the door.

The door swung open, pulling me with it and slamming me into something hard. That something was actually a someone. It was the man himself. And it felt like my hand was friggin glued to the doorknob. I was holding it so tight and couldn't make myself let go!

"Well, well, well," Taker began in his sexy, deep voice. "Who are you?"

"I'm J... The winner of the WWE Meet The Cast Contest," I said in a calm voice, surprised that I could speak.

"Well, J," he said, drawing my name out, "Why don't you let go of the door and come on in?"

I tried. I really tried. But I couldn't. "I can't," I said in a low voice.

"And why can't you?" he asked with his eyebrow raised.

"I don't know, I think it's stuck..."

"Let me help you then," he said. He tried, unsuccessfully, to pull my hand off the doorknob. But he couldn't. "What the hell? You have a killer grip!"

"I'm just too nervous. Give me a sec," I said.

"Ok," he said with a shrug. "I'll be waiting inside for you." He looked at my hand gripping the doorknob with a look of wonder and amazement, then shook his head and went back in his room.

"Calm down, J," I repeated to myself. "Just calm down." After saying this a couple of times, I managed to loosen my grip on the doorknob. Looking at my hand, I saw that it was bruising already. Why the hell had I not been able to let the doorknob loose?

It didn't matter though. I headed inside Taker's room and closed the door.

"Come sit over here, let's get to know each other," he said. I walked over to him. "Let me formally introduce myself. You might know me as The Dead Man or Undertaker, and some people just shorten that to Taker. But, you can call me Mark."

"Nice to meet you, Mark," I said. "I'm J."

He held out a huge hand for me to shake. I looked at it nervously. If he applied just a little pressure to one of my little hands, it would easily break!

"Don't be shy, I won't hurt you," he said gently. He reached down and shook my right hand. I winced as his rough hand scraped my freshly bruising hand.

He looked down as he held my hand in his. "Damn, that's quite a bruise forming there," he said. "Want some ice on it?"

"That sounds nice," I said.

He got me some ice out of a mini-fridge he had in there. He put it on my hand. "There, that should relieve some of the pain and slightly prevent some of the bruising."

I smiled gratefully. "Thanks... Mark."

"No prob, J," he said. We sat down next to each other. "So what the hell made you grip that knob so tightly anyway?"

I looked at him and couldn't help but laugh.

'What did I say something?" he asked. He thought about his last sentence, then started laughing himself. "Oh, I did. But, you get what I meant." He laughed again. "I see we have a dark mind here."

"Straight from the gutter, and it's never leaving," I agreed.

"That's a good thing around me," he assured me. He gave me the once-over with his piercing green eyes. "A very good thing..."

I wondered what he meant by that but decided not to ask. Instead, I asked another question that had been running through my mind. "I heard from an unnamed source that I was the new teen diva for the WWE. I was wondering, what's my role here?"

"I knew you would ask that," he said with a smile. "And the answer is... You're gonna be my new valet."

"Your valet?" I exclaimed, surprised.

His grin disappeared. "You don't want to be?"

"Oh, I do!" I assured him. "But I just want to know what kind of character I'm supposed to be playing."

"You're gonna be fresh and sexy, sexy, sexy at first," he said. "But eventually I'm going to turn you darker and darker, more like me." My eyes widened a little. "Don't worry, you'll still be mighty sexy," he confided.

"Whew, you had me scared for a minute," I said, letting out a breath. I relaxed a little. "So what are we doing today?"

"We're going to meet my co-workers, of course," he said. "But I thought maybe you'd want to get to know me a bit more."

"You thought right," I told him with a smile. "So what do you want to tell me about yourself, Mark?"

"Well, I'm married to my beautiful wife Sara. I've been wrestling for a very long time now. I like basketball and boxing, and I'm a pretty easy guy to get along with. People usually like me," he said. "Oh yeah, and I like blood."

"I like you," I said with a little smile. "You keep it short and simple, telling me only the essential things."

"You'll get to know more about me as we work together," he said. "That is, if you want to know more."

"Right again," I said. "So, what do you want to know about me?"

"Whatever you want to tell me," he said. "What should I know about the WWE Teen Diva J?"

I thought for a minute. "Well, I'm 17, I'm single, I'm a high school senior, and I like soccer. I'm kind of a hard-ass. I mean, the guys say that because whenever a guy tries to talk to me and I'm not interested, I make it well-known." I paused for a minute. "Oh yeah, and my favorite wrestler"

"Me? What a compliment," he said. "So you're 17 and single. How did you manage that considering the way you look?"

"By being a hard-ass," I said.

He looked down at me. "Hard-ass? Nice ass."

I smiled. This was going to be a crazy day!

He looked up, after his gaze had lingered on my body for a bit too long. His eyes met mine and he smiled a secretive smile, as if we shared some deep, dark secret that no one else knew.

I leaned over and touched his hair. He didn't move back. "I've always wanted to do that," I said to him. "Why don't you wear it down now?"

"Sure. Take my ponytail down then," he said.

I scooted closer. I reached one arm around his neck on one side, the other arm around the other side of his neck. I had to straddle him to reach his ponytail! I wanted to anyway. Perfect opportunity. Then I leaned close and let his hair free.

He looked at me as I looked at him. Then he leaned forward a little. So did I. But just before our lips met, I realized what I was doing. If I kissed him so soon after meeting him, he would think I was a whore, a common groupie. It didn't matter if I'd like him since 6th grade. No.

I stood up and looked at him, a little embarrassed and a little hot, too. I offered him a small, apologetic smile.

"What do you say we start the grand tour? It's getting hot in here," he said in a low voice, a few seconds later.

"That would be great." I said enthusiastically. He stood up and we headed over to the door. As his hand touched the doorknob, I touched his arm. "Sorry about...what almost happened back there," I said, trailing my finger slowly up and down his muscular arm.

He looked at my hand, then back at me. "Definitely no problem. You don't have to apologize for that."

"But you're a happily married man and I almost kissed you. And we just met," I said.

"It's ok. Remember, I was going to kiss you first," he pointed out, then opened the door.

He was right. He was the one who had been about to initialize the kiss. As he held the door and I walked out, I could feel him looking at me. Then he closed the door.

Putting his arm casually around me, he smiled. "Let's get started on our tour..."