"You went to school for years to be a doctor, and you're gonna become a fuckin' trainer for some imitation MMA?" My boyfriend, Jionni, yelled at me. I rolled my eyes, "Jionni! Shut the fuck up! It's what I want to do. Why can't you just be happy for me, shit?" I yelled back, throwing a paper towel in the trash can, missing. I sighed and picked it up, "Jionni, if you can't handle it, then just leave. I can't handle the stress right now." I said, shaking my head. "That's how you feel, huh?" He asked, grabbing his jacket. "Uh, yeah, that's how I feel." I replied sarcastically before watching him walk out of the door. I sighed and walked up to my room, beginning to pack.

"Miss Johns, how are you?" Vincent K. McMahon, the Ex-Chairman of the WWE, asked, smiling as he shook my hand. "Wonderful, Mr. McMahon! Even better since I'm a free woman!" I laughed with him. He nodded, "So, here is where your office will be. The Superstars will come for ices, massages, and anything else you can name, since you do it all." Vince said, opening a brown door with DR. JOHNS on it. I shook my head at the finding. "Here we are. I'll leave you to get situated. Soon after, stars will be rushing in." Vince said before he shut the door and left me to figure out everything.

I looked up from a message on Facebook from Jionni when the door to my office was knocked on. I looked back down to my phone, "No need for knocks. The door's open for a reason." I smiled as I finished my reply to Jionni and looked back to the door. A tall, blue-eyed, clean-shaven man by the name of Randy Orton was standing there in a pair of wind-breakers and nothing else. "Uh, I was wondering if you could do something with my shoulder. I fucked up the rotator cup and it bothers me from time to time." He spoke. I've heard him speak before, but his voice in person just took me by surprise. I shook my head and smiled, "Right. Have a seat." I said as I filled out the necessary papers.

"You also have a marble in your shoulder. Would you like me to get that out?" I asked as I finished on Randy's shoulder. "Uh, sure. Whatever fills your paycheck." He said, smiling. I laughed and shook my head. I patted the table and told him to lay on his stomach. I washed my hands and wiped his shoulder - safety precautions. "It's gonna be quick and painless. You won't even feel it." I said as I moved the marble while he was arguing the proposition. "Oh, shit." He mumbled as he got up. I laughed and patted his other shoulder. "I'm sure I'll be back later."

"Daddy!" A little girls voice yelled as footsteps became closer to my office. "Hey, baby girl!" Randy said, smiling as he picked up the little girl. "Doctor Johns, this is Alanna." Randy spoke as he threw his head towards me, smiling. "Hi, Alanna, I'm Eliza!" I said, smiling, "I was just about to give your father a sucker for being so good, would you like one, too?" I asked as I went to my candy drawer. "Daddy, can I have one?" Alanna consulted with her father before smiling at me, "Yes, ma'am." I smiled and walked back over to them, handing both of them a lollipop. Alanna's was bigger. I placed my hand on the side of my mouth and said to Alanna, "Big girls get bigger lollipops." She smiled widely and nodded. I smiled at her and Randy before going back to my post.

"Eliza! Eliza!" A small voice yelled. I smiled as I saw Alanna run into my office and grab my hand, "Something's wrong with daddy!" She said as we rushed down the halls. I followed right behind her, clipboard in hand. Randy lay on the ground in the ring as he rolled around, gripping his shoulder. "