The Trainer Part 3

After an awkward moment, Tonya sent Dave to do his cardio and set up for Kurts assessment. She began with the basic health evaluation forms, weight, measurements, pulse, and blood pressure.

"Did you have any caffeine this morning?" she asked as she took the cuff off of his arm.

"No," he replied, looking at her quizzically. "Why?"

"Your blood pressure is a little high," she said. "Are you nervous or upset about anything?"

"Just about walking in on you and your boyfriend," he spit out.

"He's not my boyfriend," she replied. "In fact, the kiss you saw was his response to my telling him that I don't date wrestlers. Apparently, he thought he could change my mind. Now, we need to see if we can get that blood pressure down before we do the rest of the assessment." She leaned across the desk to put her supplies away, not noticing Kurts eyes on her backside as she did so. "How do you feel about massage?"

"Huh?" he said, focusing on her face once more.

"Massage," she said, standing to face him again. "You think a massage will help you relax and lower your blood pressure?"

"Maybe," he said. "Do you think its serious?"

"I'm not a doctor, so I don't know for sure," she replied, looking into his nervous face. "But, I'd guess that it is just some anxiety about having to meet with me today. We didn't exactly get off on the right foot."

"I'm sorry about that," he said. "I've really thought about what you said, and you were right to bust my chops over it. I'm kind of suprised you busted my chops over it, but you were definitely right. You think we can start over?" He looked sheepishly at her.

"It's already forgotten," she smiled. "Now, go back to the massage room and get ready. I'll be back in a minute to see if we can get you relaxed."

He went through the door she directed him to and found a serene setting with a massage table in the middle. Off to the side was a table with some candles and a CD player. The lighting was dim and there was a faint smell of something soft in the air, similar to the scent he had smelled earlier as Tonya hand leaned across him. The smell brought back the image of her perfect backside right in his line of sight. He smiled as he undressed for his massage. Dave wasn't the only one who wanted to convince her to date a wrestler.

A knock on the door startled him into rushing out of the rest of his clothes and onto the table. When he gave the all clear, she walked in and turned on the CD player and lit the candles. As the ocean sounds played, the ocean breeze scent of the candles filled the room and she began massaging the tension from his neck.

After about 30 minutes, Tonya left the massage room and noticed Dave still on the treadmill. "How long are you going today?" she asked.

"Don't know," he replied with a grin. "How long you want me to go? Cause I can go all night long, just not on the treadmill."

"Very funny," she said, shaking her head. "I won't tell Ric you're trying to steal his gimmick." She looked at his time and heartrate on the treadmill's display. "Go until I finish Kurts assessment and then we'll massage the knots out of your quads."

He closed his eyes and moaned. "I love it when you talk muscles," he said smiling at her as Kurt walked out of the massage room looking way too happy.

The Trainer part 2

The next two weeks flew by. Most of the assessments were done and several of the guys had opted to have her supervise their workouts. Tonya was fitting in well with the majority of her new co-workers. She knew this because the ribbing had started. A couple of days ago, she found the smelly gym socks hidden under her desk, and now she was taking down the blow up doll she had found tied to the squat rack as she walked into the mobile gym. Her first appointment arrived as she was about through getting it untied.

"Where you going with my workout partner, " Dave Batista asked as he walked up behind her. "She was going to do the heavy lifting today so I could rest."

"Did you put this in here?" Tonya asked, handing Dave the doll and walking over to the desk to get his file.

"Well, I figured that since you're here, I don't need her anymore, so why not make her the gym mascot, " he grinned, setting the doll on a weight bench in the corner.

"Dave, I've told you I don't date wrestlers," she said. "Now hop on the treadmill and get warmed up while I get the squat rack loaded for you."

He did as instructed and started walking on the treadmill while watching her move around the squat rack. Usually, he prefered to load the rack himself, but not with this trainer. It amazed him to watch the petite blond lift 45 pound weight plates like they were nothing and put them on the bar above her head. She was definitely stronger then she looked. He remembered their first day of training when she showed him the proper form for a squat. She lifted the same weight she had racked for him and didn't even seem to care that it was twice her body weight. He'd been imagining how those strong legs would feel wrapped around him ever since. She smiled at him from across the room and he knew it was time to go endure the sweet torture of training. To have her close and not be able to touch her; to feel her hands as she directed him to pull from certain muscles; to have her massage him afterwards and not be able to make love to her right there on the massage table as he had fantasized about everyday since he first saw her. He had chosen to have her supervise his workouts so he could spend time with her. Apparently, that was a good idea because it was going to take a lot to break through her walls and convince her to go out with him.

Tonya spent most of the session trying to figure out the goofy grin on Dave's face. It seemed that the harder she pushed him, the more he grinned. 'Alright, time to get even for the blow up doll,' she thought.

"Okay," she said, "your next exercise is a Plie Squat. I want you to turn your knees and toes out to the sides and take a really wide stance so you knees don't go past your toes. Like this." She demonstrated the squat. "Do it with no weight first so we make sure you have the move down, then we'll grab the bar."

He tried the move, but couldn't open his legs as wide as she had demonstrated. "I don't think I have it," he said with a grin. "Can you show me again?"

As she demonstrated the move once more, she noticed his gaze focus on her crotch. 'I'm so evil,' she though to herself. As he tried again, unsuccessfully, to perform the movement, she moved closer to him and whispered in his ear, "This is why I don't date wrestlers. Ya'll are so musclebound you can't be flexible enough to satisfy my kinky side." She smiled as she tuned to walk over to the next machine, but she wasn't expecting his arms to stop her movement.

He pulled her back against his body, grinding his hips into her back so she could feel how aroused he was. He spun her around to face him as his lips came down hard against hers. He opened her mouth with his tongue so he could taste more of her. After several long moments he released her mouth and squeezed her tighter as he nuzzled her neck. She tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let her go. Huskily, he whispered in her ear, "Don't tease me if you can't take the consequences of it." He then kissed her again, softly this time, sending tingles of desire through her spine.

"AHEM," they were interrupted. "You mind getting a room for that some other time. I have an appointment for my fitness assessment." Of all times for Kurt Angle to show up early for his assessment.

The Trainer part 1

"Settle down, everyone," Vince said to his audience of superstars gathered in the dressing room. As everyone took their seats, he continued, "As you know, professional sports are really being closly scrutenized right now for steroid use. Therefore, I'm taking action now to stop the usage in the WWE before the feds go looking at us along with football and baseball. With the help of the new personal trainer we've just hired, the WWE now has a mobile gym for your use so that you can be consistant in your workouts. In order to use the facility, you will wok with the trainer. You will undergo a full fitness evaluation and follow the plan designed for you exclusively. You will get any supplements approved by the trainer prior to taking them. You will take drug tests monthly and anyone testing positive for steroids will be suspended. Now, to introduce you to the person heading all this up. This is Tonya Davis. She will go over the specifics with you."

Tonya stepped to the front of the room as Mr. McMahon introduced her. Looking out over the crowd, she could see the skepticism on their faces. 'Better address that first thing,' she thought.

"Okay, first thing, I hear your grumbling and I understand your skepticism. I'm sure you're all wondering how a little gal half, or in some cases a quarter, of your size is going to be your trainer. Simple, I know my stuff and I practice what I preach. While I may look small, I can guarantee you will get the toughest workout of your life when I work with you. If you goal is to bulk up, we'll do it naturally. If your goal is to trim down, we'll do that naturally, too. We've lost too many great workers in this business to drug use, and that's something I can't tolerate. Vince has given me the authority to do drug tests and suspend anyone using. On my watch, you will not take anything stronger then a Tylenol."

"Come on, Vince," she was interruped by Kurt Angle. "Tylenol? Hell, at least get someone who knows this business well enough to know the injuries we work with."

"Kurt," Vince started to address the situation, but was interrupted by Tonya holding her hand up to him.

"That's alright, Vince," she said. "I've got it." She walked over to where Kurt was sitting so she could look down at him. "Kurt Angle, 1996 Olympic Gold Medalist. Won it, now let me get this right, with a broken, freakin' neck." She did her best Kurt Angle impersonation. "When did you start wrestling?"

"Late 70's," he smiled, "amature. Started here in the late 90's."

"Cool. My first show was May 8, 1972, fairgrounds, Tulsa, Oklahoma, I was 5 days old. I was at every training session, every rehearsal, every show, every week for the next 16 years, until my cousin, best friend, and tag team partner was killed. I skipped the homoerotic amature stuff because my high school wouldn't allow me on the team. I'd like to think it's because I was already a professional wrestler and not because I'm female, but it doesn't really matter. Two years later, I left college to work for WCW. That was 1991, how many years before you turned pro? Believe me, I know about working hurt. Hell, I cut a cast off a week after breaking my ankle so I could put on my 5" heels and work a show, without even a Tylenol, mind you." She paused for a second, then continued. "In 1992, I left the business because my son was on the way and even at only 19 years old, I knew that travelling with a father strung out on pain killers was no way to raise a child. Brian died a few years later, about the same time you got in this business. So while you're explaining why stuff stronger then a Tylenol is okay in this business, explain to my son why he doesn't have a father. Or would you rather me allow you to take all that crap and explain it to your children in a few years?"

She shook her blond head disapprovingly as she turned to walk back to the front of the room. "Now, unless one of you wants me to get in the ring and prove how a match can be worked with a bad back and artificial knee and no painkillers, I suggest we get down to the business of properly training you guys. The drug tests start next month, to give everyone time to get clean. Assessments start tomorrow. I've left my calendar on the table by the door with the hours marked for the next two weeks. Pick and date and time and write your name in. When you come for your appointment, be dressed to workout, well hydrated, relaxed, and no caffeine for three hours prior. We'll start with a basic physical, then do body composition and measurements, and finish up with a series of fitness tests. From that, I will design your program. There are a couple of options for how you will do your program--supervised or unsupervised. This first month, you pick. After a month, we will re-do the fitness assessments and change things accordingly. So don't think you can slack off on an unsupervised program, because if you do, then you will end up having to workout with me everyday. Any questions?"

A few people asked specifics about the tests, which she happily answered. Then Vince ajourned the meeting and everyone signed up for their assessments as they left the room. She noticed as she picked up her planner that her next few days were completely booked with wrestlers ready to start their training. On the last day she had set aside for assessments, however, there was only one name. Kurt Angle was apparently putting off having to work with her as long as possible.