Chapter 1
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I, Paige Morgan, stood with a degree in sports medicine and absolutely no clue where to go from here. I watched as my fellow peers got internships and bragged, others moved away in search of jobs. I had my sights set on this hospital, just about 30 minutes from my home. It had a wonderful team of doctors, very modern architecture, and a landscape that was breathtaking. They had an onsite rehabilitation center with modern equipment and up to date technology. It was my dream to work there, so when my graduate year rolled around, I started trying to get on staff. I had no luck and soon I had graduated and had nothing to show for all my hard work, just a piece of paper and a debt the size of Texas. It was a Monday morning and I decided to go visit some of the professors that had taught me. We made the usual small talk and I tried to look up beat and optimistic. Finally one of the professors started pawing at his beard and smiling at me before he finally spoke.
"It's not 100% field related work, but your qualified to do it. My brother works for this company and they are in need of some to patch up the guys when they get banged up and what not. I can't remember the exact the exact name of the position but it was something like Team Physical or Physician Assistant".
"Really? Where are they located?" I replied, my interested was peeked as I saw anything better than my current job. I was the therapy assistant for the local college and basically wrapped all the horny foot ball players before and after the games.
The professor laughed and said "They're everywhere! It's a traveling gig. Bobby works for the WWE as the recruit manager. When I talked to him last night, he mentioned the guy quit without any notice, leaving them in a tough bind. They need someone ASAP and are willing to pay for travel expenses to fly someone out to meet with them. I'll call him right now if you're interested".
I thought to myself for a minute. I had caught wrestling a time or two when a couple of us girls would go out to the sports bars. They'd have it playing on the big screen and the boys would be yelling and screaming for so and so to knock the shit out of so and so. I'd get to see the country, I thought. I had to do something because there was just nothing for me here.
"Sure, I'm interested. Give him a call" I smiled. Within a few minutes, the professor had passed me the phone and I was talking to Bobby, telling him my qualifications. Bobby politely cut my off.
"You have had a lot of training, but all I need to know is if you can clean a cut, suture a wound, and bandage a sprain, tear, or pulled muscle, etc."
Talk about getting to the point, I thought.
"Yes sir, I can do all that" .
"Good, I'm going to put you on hold for one minute" with that, I sat there for more than a minute waiting for him to pick back up. The other professors had excused themselves to give me privacy. Finally after about 10 minutes, Bobby came back on the line.
"OK, be at the airport by 4:30 PM, your flight leaves at 5:12 PM. Your ticket will be at will call. When you get to Phoenix, there will be a rental car waiting for you and all you have to do is find the arena. Get there as soon as you can. My boys start wrestling at 8 PM and you never know what is going to happen".
Talk about taking in a lot of information in a short amount of time. My brain was spinning with details. Thank God I'm good in this sort of situation. I thanked Bobby repeatedly and told him I'd see him tonight. I rushed home to my apartment, packed my bags as quick as I could. I jumped in the shower since I didn't see a break in time for me getting one when I arrived in Phoenix. I arrived in Phoenix at around 7:20 PM. Damn did I hate flying. I claimed my bags and rental car. I asked the receptionist at the desk for directions to the arena. You would have thought I had asked her for a kidney but I finally got the directions and sped off. I pulled in to the back of the arena, was cleared by security and made my way in. I looked at my watch, 7:57 PM.
Damn, I'm good I thought as I walked around and found a stage hand. I asked if he could tell me where I might find Bobby Canon and he pointed me on my way. I came to a room, the door was open and there were a couple of guys in it. I noticed a sign on the door that said MED/Therapy. I walked in and all eyes turned to me. Talk about butterflies! Two of the men had to be over 6 foot tall and their bodies, my God, their bodies. Finally, a tall gentleman, average built starting walking towards me.
"You must be Paige" Bobby smiled and extended his hand.
"Yes, it's nice to meet you in person" I smiled back and shook his hand.
"These are two of your regulars. They liked to get checked out before heading to the ring. That's Jeff, he took a good bump a few weeks back and his shoulder has been bothering him ever since. That's Hunter. He's got a bad knee and thigh, got to tape him up before his matches." Bobby went on and I just nodded. He told me about how everyone tried to get along back stage. You had a couple that tended to stay to themselves or with small groups. A couple of other guys came in to get a quick check out and make sure there was no limitations in their range of motion. Bobby showed me where everything was supply wise and showed me the couple of assistants that could help if I got busy. They were only able to wrap and bandage though, nothing else. The guys didn't seem to mind me, they were very professional or at least appeared to be. Bobby turned to head for the door.
"Oh, everything you were taught about professionalism, throw it out the window. You're working with a bunch of sweaty men who fight for a living. Some of them can turn into bears when they are hurt. You only have to be as professional as the guy you're working on. Get what I'm saying? If he is nice as pie, you be nice as pie. If he is being an asshole, you be a bitch? Understand?".
I nodded my acceptance of these rules and Bobby left.
Chapter 2
The guys were very nice. Most only needing some supports. The ladies were just as nice. I rarely seen them though. I had been there about 4 months and there were still wrestlers I hadn't seen at all. I mean, I'd see them walking around back stage but that's it. The only thing I didn't like about the job was that once my services weren't needed, I just blended in to the crew backstage. Guess they thought of me as a crew member, not one of them. I was OK with that though. As long as they were nice when I had to deal with them. A lot of them traveled in pairs, splitting the cost of rental cars and hotels. I tried to pay close attention when they chatted so I knew where it was safe to go and eat after the matches and which places to avoid. Jeff took sometime off, which meant that Trish didn't have a traveling partner, so for two weeks, I traveled with her and we had a wonderful time. The guys seemed to flock to us no matter where we went. But Jeff came back and I felt like a third wheel, so I went back to traveling alone. I tried going to the gym once when we had a lay over in one of the towns. There were a lot of the guys there and I just didn't fit in, so I just continued with my regular route. I had the small weights that I need. I did a lot of cardio and toning exercises so I didn't need a gym. I just wanted to socialize, oh well. At the six month mark, I was surprised that I hadn't seen one serious injury. It was a house show, so things were really slow in the back. I sat on the cot, watching from the monitor. The match I was watching was Kane's. I had never meet him in the 6 months I worked there. He traveled with Rob and sometimes Booker. I was definitely intrigued. His had the type of body that made you want to run your tongue over it and never stop. He's size was so impressive and left you wondering if he was larger than life else where. I shook my head at the thoughts and smiled. Most of the guys had girls waiting for them, every night, in every city at the airport when we landed. I had only seen Kane with maybe 8-10 women and each time was at the insistence of his friends. Maybe he preferred self gratification. Lord knows if I had his body, I'd want to touch it! Damn those thoughts! I turned away from the monitor to try and get my mind out of the gutter. Actually, my mind was in Kane's pants, but anyway. I started tiding up my small room, packing up supplies that I figured I'd be done with for the night. I picked up some of the bandages off the floor where I missed when I tried to throw them into the garbage can. I jumped when I heard a husky voice speak from behind me.
"Can I have an ice pack?" Kane asked, holding his elbow.
"Sure, but do you mind if I take a look at it?" I smiled. My God this man was phenomenal. That hair, those eyes, that body! How long had it been? Easy girl!
"I just took a bump wrong, nothing serious, an ice pack...please?" Kane was short which put me on edge. I was normally a very easy going person. Just don't cross me, piss me off, ignore me, or belittle me.
"Excuse me, put you're job is wrestling, my job is to fix you up when something goes wrong. You just said you took a bump wrong, so I need to see your elbow. Why is that so difficult? Afraid I'm going to hurt you?" I wasn't rude, just very frank. It worked as Kane pushed by me, actually knocking my left arm and sat on the cot.
"Excuse you" I replied softly and in a sarcastic tone as I made my way over to him. He just rolled his eyes at my comment and I went to pull down his elbow pad and he jerked away.
"What part of hurt do you not understand?" Kane barked, pulling down his own elbow pad. I had to bit my tongue to keep from yelling at him. I gently lifted his arm and checked his range of motion. I did a little more poking just to make sure, all the while Kane was gripping the cot with his free hand.
"It's just bruised and you have a little bit of swelling starting in that joint. I'll start you off with ice but you'll need to rotate hot and cold compresses for the next few hours to get that swelling down" I said, my back to him while I retrieved a large ice pack. I gave him the ice and recommended a few gentle exercises to help.
"I know what to do" He barked again, pushing himself off the cot and made his way to the door. That was it. I had it.
"You're welcome" I hollered, making sure he heard me. He turned around, stared at me, then left without a word. There goes that fantasy all to hell! Kane hates me for some reason. He seems all to chatty with Rob and even Booker. He sure as hell turned to ice when he was near me tonight. Yep, can definitely file that fantasy under Never going to happen.
Chapter 3
It had been a couple of weeks and I hadn't seen Kane personally. He looked OK in the ring though, so I assumed his elbow was fine. Rob came in after one of his tag matches with Kane. I had missed the match because I was bandaging up Hunter. He said his knee felt a little off, but all he wanted to do was wrap it and see how it felt in the morning. He had already showered when he came in to see me, which was a welcome change from what I was use to from the other guys. I poked around the knee a little bit before wrapping it, trying to see if I can pin point the pain. He said it felt the same all over, not really pain, just a different sensation. I was beginning to wrap it up when Kane walked in, dressed in street clothes.
"You almost ready?" He asked Rob.
"Yeah man, almost. Just have a seat and chill. Paige is almost done" Rob smiled looking up at me
"So, how's that elbow" I finally asked Kane.
"Fine" was the one word response I got.
"I'm going to wait for you in the car man" Kane said, standing and leaving before Rob could respond. I know I shouldn't have but I couldn't help it. I murmured "Asshole" under my breath but it was audible enough for Rob to hear and he laughed at me.
"Sorry, I know he's your friend. I just wish I knew why he hates me so much" I sighed and finished on his leg.
"Hey, he doesn't hate you. Kane is just...well...he is just Kane...He doesn't let people in. He thinks he has to be the big red machine all the time. That's all. Don't take it personal" Rob smiled.
"Thanks Rob, you're all set. Hope it feels OK in the morning" I smiled. Another two weeks had passed. I never saw Kane other than in his matches. We were in Seattle for a RAW show. It was a busy night that's for sure. I never got to sit down once. I had glanced at the card earlier and noticed that Kane and Rob were in a table match against the Dudley Boys. I had heard tales of the previous table matches but thank God there hadn't been one since I started working. I had hoped to be able to watch the match but no luck. Victoria banged her knee up pretty bad and I was taking care of her while their match was one. Once I finished with her, the match was over and the next one was getting ready to begin. Go figure I huffed. No one came in, so I guess no one got hurt. Thank God for that. All of a sudden, Rob sprinted into my room. < br>
"Hey, can you look at Kane? He took a bad fall through the table and it cut his mask and he's bleeding pretty bad" Rob was out of breath, probable from the match before the sprint to come find me.
"Yeah, of course" I said sincerely.
"Great, I'll try and get him in here" with that Rob was gone again. It was about 5 minutes and then Kane came walking through the door.
"Can I have a Band-Aid?" Kane huffed.
"A Band-Aid? Are you serious? Let me check you, you're bleeding like crazy" I huffed back.
"Forget it, I'll see if one of the guys has something" Kane turned to leave but I had to stop him. I flew to block his exist. Lord only knew what was under that mask, there was a lot of blood.
"Oh yeah, that's right, I forgot! For some reason, you can't seem to stand to look at me or be in my presence. You can't wait to high tail your as s away from me! Tell me Kane, what is it about me that you find so appalling?" I was literally screaming now so I shut the door and leaned against it, making sure he wasn't gong anywhere. I was letting my emotions get the best of me. I had a rule that I lived by. One was that you never showed weakness and two was you never let them see you cry. I wasn't sure why I was acting this way. So who gives a flying fuck if Kane hates me? I was just attracted to him. Just wanted his body, his touch, his caress. Kane took a step towards me. It looked like he was trying to intimated me with his size, but it wasn't working. He was about to find out that dynamite came in small packages.
Chapter 4
"Well, I'm waiting. Is it because you think I don't belong here? Is it because you only talk to woman who are on your level? I don't measure up do I? Is that what you think? Oh, I know what it is! I have big boobs, a nice little ass, the whole blonde hair, blue eyes thing. You must look at me and see me as one of those air port skanks you guys pick up, fuck until dawn, before moving on to the town skank. Well, let me tell your ass something. I'm 26 years old. I worked my ass off to get good grades and graduate with degree in sports medicine. I supported myself, I've never depended on anyone, and never had to sleep with anyone to get what I wanted!" I was starting to shake. The adrenaline was really flying now.
"Are you done ranting now?" Kane barked and I just stared at him, returning the silent treatment he had given me earlier.
"Move or I'll move you" Kane ordered, clutching his fist at his side.
"No way in hell. I'm just getting started! I haven't done shit to you but try and do my job. I try to help you when you're hurt and I get blown off and I deserve an explanation as to why you treat me like I don't exist?" I was totally fuming now .
"Damn it!" Kane yelled, hitting the little stand with supplies on it and sending them scattering. I didn't even flinch at his outburst which must have made him even madder.
"Hey, this is my room, not yours! I'm the only one allowed to throw a tantrum and destroy it!" I yelled back, shoving his chest to get my point across. He grabbed both of my wrists and yanked me to his chest. It felt like I had hit a Mack truck. The connection was charged. It felt like a lightning bolt struck us the minute our bodies touched. Kane must have noticed it too because he quickly let go and pushed me back. I stared at him, starting to rethink my game plan.
"Look, you hate me, guess I can't do anything about that. You won't tell me why so I can see if it's something I can fix it. Just let me do my job OK? I softened my voice but stood my ground.
"So...just take the mask off" I stated, not understanding what the big deal was. No one EVER talked about Kane so I guessed something was wrong with his face but no one every told me for sure.
"I can't" he replied firmly. I was quickly losing it again
"Did you forget how it comes off or are you using it as an excuse so I can't treat you?" I fumed again, starting to raise my voice a notch.
"No smart ass, I didn't forget how it comes off. God, you make me want to punch a wall!" Kane yelled.
"Well, I feel like I'm talking to a wall! Just take the mask off so I can treat you and you can leave, isn't that what you want? To go running away as fast as you can?" I yelled. Kane turned away and took a few steps towards the cot. I didn't dare take my eyes off him as I didn't know what he was going to do. I saw him reach up and begin to unbuckle the mask. My breath caught in my throat. I'd won! He threw the mask on the counter and it slid about a foot before coming to a stop near the sink. His head was hung low, his hair covering his face, as he turned back in my directions and climbed on the cot.
"Do your damn job so I can get the hell out of here" he ordered, his voice sounded like venom. I hadn't won. He hated me now more than ever. My heart fell and my stomach felt sick. I tried to shake off the feelings and walked towards him. I slid my gloves on and picked up some supplies that I thought I'd need. Some were on the floor, some were in the cabinets. I took a deep breath.
"Lay back...please" I said in a firm voice. Kane didn't say one word. Just laid back. His face was covered in blood. It's all I could see. I couldn't even make out what his face looked like. The way his hair fanned out on the cot distracted me for a second but I quickly resumed the task at hand. I could see where the cut was. It was across his forehead.
"You don't need stitches, it's just on a pressure point. You must bleed easy" I said calmly as I wiped the blood away and applied a butterfly bandage to help hold the wound a little tighter together. I began to clean away the drying blood from the rest of his face when his eyes shot open and locked with mine. Damn he had the sexiest eyes I'd ever seen. The color was indescribable.
"Let me just clean you up and you can get out of here" I said, my voice showing a little more emotion than I wanted to and he must have picked up on it.
"I thought your job was to fix me up, you don't have to clean me up, I'm capable" Kane said, his voice was straight and there was no hint of emotion. I had been wiping his right cheek when the sentence finished and I froze. Talk about the humiliation. He couldn't even stand my touch. Why was this bothering me so much? I felt the tears prick my eyes and Kane's face became a blur as the tears pooled. I quickly broke his stare and moved towards the sink. I pulled the gloves off and frantically washed my hands. I refused to break one of my rules. I chanted "Never let them see you cry" over and over in my head. After a few seconds, I was back to normal. Where in the hell did that emotional break down come from? Why was Kane still here? I turned to see him staring at me. I cleared my throat and pulled out a large white towel.
"Don't wear your mask for a few hours, you don't want to irritate it" I finished as I handed him the towel to cover his head. He took the towel without saying a word. I literally jumped out of my skin when there was a knock on the door. I rushed to open it, desperate to get Kane out of my room. All I wanted to do was be alone so I could feel sorry for my self. I opened the door to find Rob smiling.
"Everything OK man?" Rob asked over to Kane.
"Yeah" Kane answered, towel over his head. He made his way towards the door, not stopping to look or say anything to me. Rob stepped aside to let Kane out. Rob then turned to nod before leaving himself.
Chapter 5
I slammed the door and rested my head against it. Why in the hell did Kane get under my skin like this? I shook it off and waited for the last match to make sure there were no injures. Finally I was free to go. I debated on whether to go to hotel and order in. I figured there I could finally cry it out. I wouldn't be breaking any rules because no one would see. But Denny's sounded really good. I heard a couple of the guys planning on going there after their matches. I looked at my watch and it was a little after midnight. Well, they definitely won't be busy.
I decided on Denny's and made a bee line for it. Once there, I was sat by a window and stared out at the few passing cars before picking up my menu. I noticed there were only a few cars in the parking lot and only a couple of people inside. I scanned my menu but couldn't decide. I told the poor waitress to give me a little more time twice now. I just knew she was going to spit in my food. Finally, I decided to go with the old reliable, so I ordered a burger and fries. As she took my menu, the door dinged and I looked up to see who had come in. Just my luck. Kane and Rob walked in chatting, not really paying attention to their surroundings. Thank God for that. Not that Kane would have noticed me anyway. Of course the waitress sits them on the opposite side of the diner where we are in plain view of each other. I tried frantically to get the waitress attention. I had lost my appetite and just wanted to get out of there before they saw me.
The waitress signaled that she would be there in a minute. I brought my hand up to rest on my forehead, hoping to cover my face. My clever disguise didn't work because I felt a sugar packet slap the top of my head. I looked up and Rob was smiling and waving me over to their table. Kane was looking out the window, having none of this. I smiled back and said no. I scanned for the waitress and when I didn't see her, I threw the packet back at Rob. My luck I throw like a girl and it hit Kane. He turned to face me finally but just stared for a moment before turning back to Rob and starting a conversation. The waitress had come back with their drinks and it was obvious who Rob had selected for his girl tonight. When the waitress made her way back to the counter, Rob followed, hoping to work his charm.
Kane continued to stare out the window. I felt that nag again in my stomach and just wanted to bolt. I was shaken from my thoughts when the cook brought out my dinner. I looked up and apologized, saying I just had a change of plans and needed this to go. The cook looked less than thrilled but made his way back to the kitchen. I noticed that the waitress and Rob were gone and laughed to my self. Someone is getting some in the Denny's bathroom! I looked over one more time and Kane was still staring out that damn window. Fuck him I thought. I dug in my purse, threw a $10 bill on the table, not waiting on my food and made my way to the door. They could keep the damn burger for all I care. I no more took three, maybe four steps out the door when 3 guys, probably in their mid 20's and drunk off their asses, came walking towards me.
"Hey beautiful, your body is bangin" one of them slurred out.
"Thank you" I said politely, trying to pass between the two on the right, only to be grabbed and turned around by one of them.
"You can't leave yet. We want to have some fun and want you to be the entertainment" another slurred, the stench of alcohol strong.
"I'm not interested, please let me go" I requested. I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as I could. Suddenly the one that had my arm, pulled me into a tight hug and ran his hands down to my ass. I pushed frantically on him to break free.
"Let go of me...NOW" I ordered, raising my voice, hoping to pull off the big bad bitch act even though I was half the size of all these men. Kane took in the scene in front of him. He saw me struggling to get out of the guys grip. He saw one of the other guys start petting my hair and the other running his hands down my back side as well. I always tried to maintain a tough front but there was three of them and only one of me and I was scared. What if they got me out of the parking lot, what were they going to do to me. The feel of their hands on me made my skin crawl. It was enough to give me the extra strength to wiggle a knee up and connect with the crotch of the guy that was hugging me. I was able to take a step back before the guy on the left grabbed my wrist again.
Chapter 6
Suddenly a large hand clamped down onto his. The guy nearly wet himself and let me go in a heartbeat. Kane had come to rescue me.
"I believe the lady said NO" Kane said, his voice was low and deadly. He took a hold of my arm and guided me over to his side, actually he was a standing a little in front of me but not fully. Two of the guys sized Kane up and a look of recognition spread across their face.
"I suggest you leave now while you all can still walk" Kane threatened, still holding my arm. The guys started backing away.
"Sorry man....we didn't know she was yours...sorry gorgeous" They all tried to speak at once as they backed towards their car. Once they were out of sight, Kane let go of me. I had my head hanging down, trying desperately to fight the tears back that threatened to spill. I hadn't realized how much the situation upset me. I had been pushed up on and felt up more times than I could recall at bars and clubs but the situation was always different. There were always a ton of people around and there was never more than one guy at a time. I could most definitely handle myself in those situations. I think it was the realization that things could have gone horrifically different if Kane hadn't saved me. I had expected Kane to turn and go back inside but he didn't. He was still standing there but had turned so he was facing me now.
"You OK?" he asked softly, a voice I had never heard Kane use.
"Yeah, thank you for that save" I replied, trying to make my voice sounds as strong as possible but it obviously didn't work. Even I sensed the quiver in my voice. God I hated that voice.
"No problem" Kane said. I didn't expect him to touch my face so when he took hold of my chin to pull it up I flinched and a couple of tears spilled over and ran down my cheeks. I squeezed my eyes shut to prevent anymore from falling. Damn it! I thought. I didn't want to look weak, I wasn't weak! Why did Kane care anyway? I thought he hated me.
"You don't look OK" he said softly, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. Was there a part of this man that wasn't sexy? How did he make wiping tears feel so damn erotic?
"How would you know how I look? You can't even stand to be in the same diner as me, no less look at me" ah, there we go. The old me was coming back. The me that was furious at Kane for always blowing me off, the me that was furious at Kane for not showing any interest in me. I fumbled for my keys and just waited for the tantrum to begin.
"You don't get this pissed at all the other wrestlers and none of them give you the time of day either!" Kane barked. Ouch, that hurt like hell. I felt the tears again and spun around and started huffing to my car. I hit the remote to unlock the door and went to open it. I thru my purse in first and started to get in but was stopped when Kane grabbed my arm.
"I want my answer!" He growled.
"Well, we all don't get what we want" I choked, Kane must have sensed the double meaning because he questioned it.
"What does that mean?" he asked, his voice a tad calmer now but not much.
"It doesn't matter!" I spat "Look, you did your good deed for the day and did it for someone you hate. I thanked you, Rob is probably done screwing the waitress by now, so why don't' you go back inside, finish your dinner, so you guys can go pick up some local hos" I tried to wrench my arm away but he had it tight. Damn this man had a death grip on me. My breath hitched when he took a step closer, pinning me between the car and his chest. I stared at his eyes. God they were hypnotic. I could feel the hard muscles in his body, straining against his clothes. He cologne smelt like heaven. It was all I could do to keep my tongue from running up the length of his neck. What in the hell was in his cologne anyway, pheromones? We held the stare for a minute before I noticed his eyes dropping down to my lips, then my chest. The rest of my body was blocked from his view because he had me pinned. My chest was heaving from the rush of adrenaline that was pulsing thru my body. If I breathed any harder, I was afraid my boobs would fall out of my low cut shirt. Finally he spoke.
"What is it you want that you think you can't have?" he asked in the huskiest voice. I could feel the warmth pooling between my legs and the man hadn't even touched me. But that voice, my God, that voice could send me over the edge. I couldn't answer that question. It would totally expose myself and that's when you got hurt, so I remained silent. My heart stopped beating when I saw him lean in closer to me. His lips were mere inches from mine but then he tilted them to the left and I felt his breath on my ear.
"What do you want Paige?" he whispered. Shit! he knew! He knew I was hot for him. He didn't move his head and just continued to press against me. We were chest to chest. I could feel his soft leather mask against the side of my face and his breath on my ear. I didn't even realize that my lips were moving until I heard my own voice.
"YOU" I said, so softly that I hoped he hadn't heard it.
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