Chapter 1: The Beginning

"Whoever thought of this idea needs shot." Kane ground out as he looked at his reflection.

"Come on, it can't be that bad, lemme see." Undertaker called through the door.

"Sorry Taker, I'm not leaving the bathroom, at least not looking like this."

"Kane it can't be as bad as mine, and trust me when I say that yellow isn't my color."

Kane snorted and shook his head in disgust, he was going to slowly kill the poor soul that put the idea of a candy themed 25 man Battle Royal into Vince's head. What the hell possessed the man to go along with this, he knew that Vince was off his rocker but come on, all of the superstars representing a candy, it was insane.

"Kane if you don't come out right now, I'm gunna go get Twisted." Taker threatened.

"You don't even know where she's at." Kane scoffed, eying himself in the mirror again.

"She's terrorizing JBL with the help of Jeff Hardy."

"Figures." Kane grumbled.

"So, are you commin' or what?"

"No just breathing really heavy." Kane shot back without thinking.

"Fine, have it your way smart ass."

Kane had his hand on the doorknob and was about to pull the door open when he heard the door to his and Takers room open and close.

"Dammit, now I have to deal with her."

He wasn't afraid of Twisted, just annoyed by her constant youthful personality, and her habit of playing pranks on people. She did have a quick wit though, as well has a vicious tongue that she wasn't afraid to unleash on a deserving victim. The main thing that bothered him though was that he couldn't remember one day in the past month in a half that didn't have her in it in one way shape or form. That and she was always with Taker or Jeff Hardy, and they usually had their shirts off as she worked on their sore muscles.

Granted she was a massage therapist and worked on all the Superstars as well as the Divas, but to always be seen with Taker and Jeff, it was career suicide, especially with the ways rumors flew the backstage area. Kanes' mind slowly wandered away from Twisted and back to the hideous outfit and the many ways that the person who thought it up was going to die.

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After a few minutes of searching, Taker found Jeff and Twisted leaning against a wall laughing. He took a few minutes to take in the sight they made before walking over to them.

"Now what did y'all do that's so damn funny."

Twisted jumped slightly and turned her tear-stained face towards Taker, trying to control her laughter so she could answer him.

"W-w-we put chicken bullion in JBL's shower head. You should've seen him." Jeff said through fits of laughter.

"S-seen him? You should've smelt him." Twisted added, breaking out into fresh laughter.

Taker shook his head at the two, but really couldn't do anything other than laugh at them.

Just then JBL came storming up to the threesome, the smell of chicken broth preceding him. Twisted wiped her eyes and tried to look innocent, failing horribly, whereas Jeff turned the other way so he could hide his face. JBL glared at the three of them as he took a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking.

"I know that you two had something to do with this." He started as he pointed to Jeff and Twisted with his hat. "And when I prove it to Vince, you both will be out of a job." He finished angrily, he glared once more at Jeff and Twisted and stalked off.

"Alright, now that that's over and done with, Twisted I need yer help youngun'."

"With what?" She asked as she turned her attention to Taker from the retreating figure of JBL.

"Kane has locked himself in the bathroom and refuses to come out."

"Never would have pegged Kane as a Div..."Jeff let his sentence trail off as Taker glared at him.

"I'll try, but Taker you know as well as I do that he won't do what he doesn't want to do."

"You'll get the job done baby girl, especially with Hardy boy here with ya."

"How did I get drug into this?" Jeff asked.

"By assiocation, that and it keeps you outta JBLs' way."

"Fine, lead the way Taker." Twisted said as she bowed deeply.

"You know where our locker room is, why do I have to go first?" He questioned.

"Age before beauty." She smirked.

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Kane was leaning against the sink contemplating changing back into his street clothes and leaving the areana altogether. He moved to pick up his street clothes when the bathroom door flew open, he looked up in surprise and there she was in all her glory, her blondish-brown hair was up in an octopus clip, as normal, and her green eyes sparkled with mischeif. That was when Kane noticed Taker and Jeff standing behind her, doubled over with laughter. Kane glared at her as a grin worked it's way onto her face.

"Nice outfit." She said looking him up and down.

He was wearing his regular wrestling gear except that instead of black and red, the pants were now white with the read stitching across it.

"I think you should stay with this look."

"You hid yerself in the bathroom because yer a candy cane?" Taker asked with a quirk of his eyebrow.

Kane growled as Taker started laughing, then turned his attention to Jeff, whom was by now rolling on the floor laughing.

"At least I'm not and Everlasting Gobstopper, or Skittles."

"And thats a good thing, because yellow on you would look worse then it does on Taker." Jeff said as he stood up and wiped his eyes.

"Tell me about it. It makes my skin look sallow." Taker huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Uh, Taker." Jeff said hesitantly.

"Yea?"

"Never, EVER do that again please."

"Why?"

"Well, lets just say that it makes you look, ah, effeminate."

"What did you say boy?"

"He said that it makes you look gay Taker."

"Well it does." Jeff stated weakly under Takers' glare.

Twisted was about to say something when her phone started ringing.

'Give me what I could never ask for/Connect me and you could my chemical now/Give me the drug you know I'm after/Connect me and you could be the chemical'

Takers eyebrows about disappeared into his hairline as he recognized the chorus from Kane's entrance theme.

"Well is that interesting." He thought as he looked over and seen Kanes' surprised look.

Twisteds' face burned as she let it go to voice mail, only to wince seconds later when Takers theme went off to signal that the caller had left a voice mail.

"What?!" She cried defensively.

"Closet B.O.D fan are we?" Kane asked smirking.

"Hmmph, for your information..." Twisted was cut off by Mr. McMahon's theme coming from her phone.

"Yes sir?" She said as she glared at Jeff, Taker and Kane, all of whom where trying not to laugh. "But sir, I don't think that that would be a good idea...of course, but-but...yes I know, but..." She hung up and looked at the phone as if it was about to bite her.

"What?" Jeff asked.

"He's putting me in the Diva Over the Top Rope match tonight."

"So, what's wrong with that?" Kane asked.

"I'm a massage therapist, I've never trained, hell I've never set foot into the ring. Wrestling isn't something that they teach at massage school. Oh god, the Glamazon is going to kill me." She moaned as she sunk down into the couch that was in the locker room.

Just as Kane was about to ask about what Beth Phoenix had to do with all of this, her phone went off again.

"Missstttterrrrr Kennnneeedddyyyy."

"Yes Ken, no Ken I didn't forget about your appointment. I'll be there in ten minutes or so." She got up from the couch and started walking towards the door.

"OK Twisted, just how many theme songs do you have downloaded into your phone?" Jeff asked before she put her hand on the doorknob.

"All of them." She said quietly.

"What?"

"All of them, even the Diva's entrances, it's how I know who calling without looking at my phone. And actually this is the company phone, my personal phone only has three entrance themes on it." She said as she turned the knob. "I'll see you later." She left the locker room with shoulders slumped, looking like she was going to the hangman.

Jeff left just a few seconds after her, it was clear that he wasn't comfortable with Taker and Kane, stating that he wanted to get some in ring practice before the match tonight. After the door closed behind him Taker looked over at Kane, and wasn't surprise to find him lost to his thoughts. He seemed to do that alot these days, mainly to be left alone. Taker smirked at Kane as he recalled the surprised looked on his face when he heard his entrance music go off. Taker decided to sit back and see what went on with this, it could be fun.

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"Alright Ken, you know the drill, naked, face down, butt covered." Twisted called to him as she threw him a towel.

"Yes ma'am."

"So are we doing scented or unscented oil to day?" She asked as she walked into the room a couple of minutes later.

"Unscented, I'm wrestling Big Show tonight and I don't want him thinking I'm fruity or anything."

"I highly doubt that he would think something like that, but lets get down to business."

Twisted cracked her knuckles and started with his shoulders. There was some slight tension between the blades, but nothing like what he normally had after a match, and soon she had it all worked out. As Ken relaxed even further, she decided to use the deep tissue method that Umaga had taught her earlier in the week. Normally she wouldn't have much contact with the Raw superstars other than Jeff, but these last few weeks Raw and SmackDown have been in the same cities. She was surprised when Umaga had first approached her and offered to teach her some new techniques, but after the first "lesson" she wasn't surprised to learn that he was also the head massage therapist for Raw. The two set some time apart each day after practice or the house shows to work on the techniques, and unlike his character in the ring, Umaga was very patient and they didn't move on to a new technique until Twisted was completely comfortable and able to do each technique.

"Mmmmm, hey Twisted?" Ken said drowsily, interrupting her thoughts.

"Yea Ken."

"Sorry to hear about your Diva match tonight."

"How did you hear about that?"

"I overheard Steph and Beth about it."

"Great, well I hope you're enjoying this, It maybe the last one you'll ever get."

"Does that mean I get a "happy ending" with it?" Kens' voice took on a hopeful tone.

"Would you like Hans to finish this?" She retorted as she rolled her eyes, even though Ken couldn't see it.

"My name is Scott, not Hans." Stated the young sandy haired masseuse that had walked in during her threat.

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The entire backstage area as well as the locker rooms were abuzz with the news that Twisted was going to be in the Diva match. As Jeff wandered around he overheard some of the most off the wall theories, one of them being that she wanted to impress DX and become their new manager. Jeff had just walked around the corner and seen Randy, Carlito and bunch of the other guys huddled around talking in hushed tones. Curious Jeff wandered alittle closer and was appalled by what he heard, Carlito was taking bets on just how long each wrestler thought Twisted would last in the match. Seething, but not wanted to make a scene, mainly because there were six of them and only one of him, he stalked off as Randy laughingly put 50 dollars on her lasting only a minute and a half.

Jeff knew that he had to come up with some way to protect Twisted once she stepped into the ring, but just how would he do it? Lost in thought Jeff ran into, literally, the perfect person to help save Twisted should the need arise.

Ugg, first try at a wrestling fanfic, hopefully this will be as successful as my other fanfics. Writing fanfics dealing with real people are harder then cartoons. Constructive comments welcomed, obvious flames will be iggied. Have a good night or day depending on where you are.