A TWIST OF FATE.

A/N: I do not own anything pertaining to the WWE. I am not making any money off of this. This story is strictly for fun. The main characters name is pronounced: SUH-TAWN-UH

CHAPTER 1

Satana was a girl in her late twenties. She had found her dream job, although it was a rather interesting choice for a female. She had found her way into the World Wrestling Entertainment industry as a hairstylist for none other than her favorite wrestler, Matt Hardy. He was gorgeous, strong, golden brown skin and eyes the color of hazelnuts. She could say over the years, that her feelings for Matt had grown into something more than friendship.

She knew he could never love a woman like her. Satana looked at herself in a full length mirror after everyone had scattered for their matches. She hated her own self-image.

"Look at me." She thought. "I look horrible. I'm not skinny, I hide behind my make-up even though I don't have bad skin, but it isn't all that great."

Satana spent the next 20 minutes picking out her flaws and thinking of ways to improve them and try and catch Matt's eye.

"I'm not pretty enough. I'm 200 pounds of ugliness. How could he ever want a girl like me? I'm fat." She thought to herself.

Satana was then reminded of something her Grandmother told her a few months ago when she came home for the holidays. They got into a discussion about weight, and then out of the blue her grandmother looks at her and says,

"You know, you should lose some weight because guys don't like fat girls."

Satana could feel the anger start to burn inside her, she could feel the tears start to form just behind her eyes, before they hit her tear ducts. Her eyes began to ache from holding back tears. Satana simply shook her head, trying to keep the hurt expression from overpowering her smile. Even though she was 200 pounds, she carried it very well. She didn't even look like she weight that much, she looked like she weighed 30 pounds thinner.

Back to reality, the tears were threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn't let Matt see her cry. Then he'd start asking questions and then everyone else would start asking questions. She hated being the center of attention; she preferred to be behind the scenes, in the shadows. That is the only place she knew best. Thanks to her father, her emotional state was weak; she developed a slight case of social anxiety disorder. She was never comfortable in big crowds, always afraid of what judgments they would pass on her if she just relaxed and let loose.

Satana was always so quiet and never really had much faith in herself. She always seemed so unsure of herself when talking to someone she didn't know or someone she had a crush on. In this case, Matt Hardy. In all honesty, she never had the guts to tell him how she felt, for fear of rejection. Then the moments would be awkward and that's not a bridge she wanted to cross. So, she would keep her own feelings to herself.

C.M. Punk came back from his match, sweaty and tired, limping with a severely sprained ankle from what the medics said. Satana grabbed him and he jumped up on her back with his uninjured leg. She struggled only slightly to get him to the couch to prop his foot up.

"Well, you are quite the pack horse aren't you?" He asked as he smiled her direction.

Indeed, her strength had impressed him. She had supported all 222 pounds of Punk and deftly lifted him to the couch. Satana smiled with an approving nod. She got him a couple pillows to prop his foot up.

"I'm a Taurus; we are, by nature, pack horses. That is if you believe in that sort of thing. Here prop your foot up on these."

"I don't really believe in those things, but I do like to see what they say. For entertainment purposes, of course." He said, propping his foot up.

He breathed in a short breath between his teeth that made a hissing sound. He had a good pain tolerance but this was something else. The bruises encompassed this whole foot and swelling began to set in. Satana went to her medicine cabinet and got Punk, 2 pain pills.

"Take these, it'll help with the pain." She said handing him the pills and a glass of water.

He nodded his approval and handed her back the water after swallowing the pills. Satana had her own private storage area for all of her things. Back home in Florida, she had her own herb shop. She sold most of the herbs in her shop only taking a few key ingredients with her before selling her shop to move on to bigger and brighter things. She knew many different recipes for many different ailments. She knew a thing or two about taking out swelling and bruising.

"What are you doing?" Punk asked

"Looking through my cabinet for herbs and such to take out that swelling and bruising in your foot. I can concoct a remedy for that. It will take that out in a couple of days. You'll be able to wrestle by next week." Satana said, not looking up from her cabinet.

She was out of most of the stuff she needed. She would have to send one of the assistants out for the ingredients.

"You aren't serious, are you? That's not going to work, herbs have never worked on a sprained ankle, and it's just too simple." Punk stated degradingly.

It was a tone she was used to hearing. She had been kicked out of her dad's house 6 years ago, so why does that tone still bother her.

"Listen, do you want to wrestle next week or not?" She said angrily

The look on Punk's face was that of surprise. He had never known Satana to be an angry person. All he could fathom was that he struck a nerve deep down inside her. Suddenly, the door opened and in walked Jeff and Matt Hardy and Shannon Moore.

"Hey Man, how's the fo-, oh." Jeff said as he laid eyes on Punk's ankle, which was swollen just above his ankle to down to his toes.

The 3 amigos had just gotten back from their matches. Matt and Shannon had a tag team match and Jeff had a match for the championship belt. Matt went to go get a shower. As he passed Satana, he flashed one of his gorgeous smiles and spoke a brief "Hello" to her. Her heart began to race and her face felt hot. She turned a bright red and it felt like she couldn't breathe.

He acknowledged me. She thought, that smile was flawless.

Something snapped her out of her daze. It was Jeff calling out her name and tapping her on the shoulder. She turned to look at him and lowered her head. Jeff caught a glimpse of the flush on her face. He grabbed her by the shoulders, and lifted her head with the side of his index finger. Satana looked him in the eye.

"You have a crush on my brother, don't you?" He whispered.

Satana felt the anxiety rush over her. She felt herself letting go, like an out of body experience. She couldn't breathe and her heart began to race. Embarrassment and shame made her whole face flash even redder than before. Her eyes began to fill with tears and her body began to shake. Satana felt trapped, she couldn't escape. She thought she saw a flash of judgment in his eyes. Maybe that was what her mind perceived as reality, or maybe it was nothing.

"I….Um, I." She stuttered, she couldn't get the words out.

Satana struggled out of Jeff's grasp, grabbed her things and ran to her car. She started it up and drove home. It was time for her to go anyway; the show was almost over for the day. Tears began to fall as the anxiety overwhelmed her. She couldn't believe she totally embarrassed herself. So after the 45 minute drive to the hotel, she walked in the door, locked it tight and delved into eating her emotions and watching sappy movies until going back to work in the morning.

Satana began to get sleepy and turned off the tv and put her food away. As she lay in bed, dread began to wash over her. Her mind began to race and the anxiety threatened to become unbearable.

What if Jeff told him? She thought. How awkward was work going to be tomorrow? I can't let that happen but what am I going to do? Will Matt judge me? Will he look at me differently? Oh no, I couldn't bear the humiliation.

Satana lay in bed thinking about how she was going to tell Matt how she felt. She had to get past the fear of him rejecting her. She needed to find her resolve. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Her mind raced with many different scenarios. Then, one really stuck out. She would calm herself before walking into work. After she'd get there, she would walk right up to Matt and tell him how she feels.

"That's what I will do." Satana said as she drifted off into a semi peaceful sleep.