“God, there they go AGAIN”, Ashley said, rolling her eyes.

Her, Mickie, Maria, Victoria, Candice, and Michelle McCool were crowding around the door to the Diva’s Locker Room. They were all watching Mark Calaway, known as the Undertaker, and Glen Jacobs, known as Kane, were walking down the hallway, deep in conversation about some such thing. Their voices were too low to be heard by the women.

“You know, for two guys who have a pretty wicked sense of humor, you’d think they’d be less GRIM about it”, Candice said thoughtfully.

“I actually like the ‘Tall, Dark and Sexy’ look”, Michelle said, smirking. “If Mark weren’t taken, I’d jump his ass in a heartbeat.”

The girls laughed. As they did, Mickie got a wicked gleam in her eye.

“Oh no, what insanity has struck in your head this time?” Victoria asked amusedly.

Mickie grinned widely. “Why don’t we give them a makeover?” she asked.

The girls gaped at her. The first to respond was Maria.

“Um…I don’t know about that…” she said, twirling a dark lock of hair between her fingers nervously. “Can you IMAGINE what they’d do to us if we tried?”

“That’s half the fun”, Mickie said happily.

“You know…” Michelle said, rubbing her chin thoughtfully, “The idea has merit.”

Candice, Victoria and Ashley looked thoughtful. Even Maria’s eyes furrowed. It was a few moments before they all spoke in unison.

“Let’s do it!!”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Mark and Glen were in the cafeteria, sitting and drinking from water bottles, when Maria came up to them.

“Guys, Stephanie wants to see you two for a minute”, Maria said, pulling off her ‘airhead’ act to perfection. It was perfection, because they both bought it.

“Okay”, Mark grunted, drinking the last of his water before tossing the bottle into the garbage can. Glen followed suit, and Maria bounced cheerfully before them, and into a room.

Both men entered the room, and noticed one thing: Stephanie wasn’t there. They were beginning to realize that they’d been lied to, but by then, it was too late.

“FRAG ‘EM!!!!” a female voice shrieked.

They were suddenly pounced on by about five smaller bodies, and, surprisingly, they were overcome, and knocked out.

A few minutes later, they woke, groaning. But, they quickly found that they couldn’t MOVE.

They had been tied to chairs.

“What the fuck is goin’ on??” Mark growled.

“Yea, what the fuck gives?!” Glen yelped, trying to get free.

Upon looking, they noticed the girls. To their growing horror, the girls were all holding make up and hair products.

“It’s time for your makeover”, Mickie chirped cheerfully. She flounced behind Mark, and pointed at Glen. “Roll him into the corner.”

They rolled Glen’s chair to the corner, as they were both tied to those comfy office chairs, and turned him to the room at large. Glen tried to stop them by planting his feet on the floor, but his feet ended up getting tied, too. Glen tried to call for help, but he ended up getting gagged for his trouble. Just to take precautions, Mark was gagged, too.

“Now, there’s NO way I’m going to cut this GORGEOUS hair”, Mickie said, undoing his braid and running her fingers through the silky locks. “Ooh, so silky.” She then held a hand out to Candice, who was holding various brushes. “Brush.”

And so it began. Glen was forced to watch helplessly as they styled his hair. Mark growled at them dangerously through his gag, but Mickie and the other girls paid those growls no mind. When Mickie was done with his hair, the girls gathered around him. They were wide eyed, and they ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ over Mickie’s handiwork.

“Now…for the makeup”, Mickie said devilishly.

Mark glared up at her as if to say ‘If you do that, I’m gonna beat the ever luvin fuck outta you, never mind that yer a woman’.

Mickie ignored it. She opened the make up case that Ashley was holding, and plucked a makeup brush from the bag that Maria was holding. Humming cheerfully, she applied makeup to Mark’s face. To Mark’s growing horror, he noticed that she was using the bright, pastel colors.

‘I’ve died, and I’m in hell’, Mark thought desperately. ‘Somehow, I’ve pissed off God SO much that he’s sent me to this eternal damnation!!!’

When the crowd around Mark finally parted, Glen nearly cried in horror at what they’d done to one of his best friends.

Mark’s once slightly wavy hair was now…permed. With neon green streaks in it. And his face was covered in light pastel makeup. Light green caked his eyelids, and dark green eyeliner around his eyes, and dark green mascara on his eyelashes (although he had to admit, deep down, that it DID bring out Mark’s eyes…) Light pink lipstick was on Mark’s lips, and his cheeks were done in a bright red. A beauty mark punctuated his upper lip.

“Your turn”, Mickie said, turning to him.

No matter how loud he got, nobody outside heard him scream.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

About an hour and a half later, the girls scattered out of the room, laughing their asses off. It was the height of activity behind the scenes, so there were about forty people in that same hallway.

“RUN!!!!” Mickie shrieked.

At first, nobody knew what the hell was going on, but then they saw the reason for their haste.

Mark, perm and pastel makeup and all, barreled out of the room, madder than a raging bull. Glen was behind him, his look mirroring Mark’s.

Glen’s face was also covered in make up, and a beauty mark, but instead of green, blue was around his eyes, and bright red was on his lips, and purple was on his cheeks.

“KILL THAT BITCH!!!!!” Glen roared.

Mark and Glen weren’t interested in the others…yet. Their attention was solely focused on Mickie, who was hauling ass faster than John had when Mark found out that it was him who was stuffing those Speedos into Mark’s bag that time.

Of course, THAT is a different story altogether.

For now, both Mark and Glen were chasing Mickie, who was cackling like a madwoman.

“CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!!!” she yelled.

Eventually, it was a thoroughly amused Randy Orton who caught her, and held her, giving the Brothers of Destruction time to get to them.

“Thanks, Kid”, Mark grunted. He glared at Orton. “NOT. ONE. WORD.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it”, Randy said, hiding snickers.

They passed by many people, the laughter ringing in their ears. Oh, Mickie was going to PAY.

Throughout the entire time they frog marched her into Vince’s office, Glen relaying the whole tale. Mark was too pissed off to talk.

Vince was no help. He sat there, laughing his ass off, so both men dragged Mickie to their dressing room, and tied her up.

“It was just a joke!!” Mickie cried. “It washes out after one shampoo, I swear!!”

“What should we do to ‘er, Glen?” Mark growled, after coming out of the bathroom, thankfully having washed everything out.

“I dunno”, Glen growled back.

Mark thought for a moment, and a sick grin grew on his face.

“I know JUST the thing.”

Mickie just whimpered.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Later that night, Mickie was walking through the hallways, looking for all the world that she wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.

There she was, the latest victim of one of Mark’s patented ‘punishments’. Vince had decided that in retaliation, both Mark and Glen would be…IN CHARGE…of Mickie’s hair and make up tonight.

And they had purposely done a HORRIBLE job.

Mascara was clumped on her eyelashes, and she had different colors on every part of her face. Her eyelids were two different colors, as were her cheeks. There was a beauty mark the size a quarter on her upper lip.

But that was NOTHING compared to her hair.

Mark had taken GREAT pleasure in doing her hair. He’d made sure to use two whole cans of hairspray, and spiked her hair out to horrifying proportions.

And she had to go WRESTLE like this.

After the show, and for a good long while afterward, Mickie didn’t dare even LOOK at a brush, or makeup.