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.
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.
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