Being a WWE superstar you have to have a lot of pride. Not only do you have to perform with pride and arrogance live in front of thousands of people, but you have fans flocking to you at every moment. You are the shit, and it's a role you have to play. That was why I was pacing outside the training room like an idiot…because I couldn't bring myself to admit I needed help. First off, I was the show off superstar Dolph Ziggler. I was supposed to be able to do everything without fail. The second reason, the medic the company hired a few weeks ago was pretty freakin' cute.
I finally sucked it up and knocked on the door. There was a soft yet peppy 'come in' from the other side of the door. Upon peaking my head in, I was met with big blue eyes, looking up at me through sexy black framed glasses that made a medical professional look like a cute librarian I would easily show why they called me the show off. Her dirty blond hair complimented the glasses perfectly. Realizing I was staring like an idiot while considering fantasy situations about with a woman whose job it was to know her way around the male body, I took a deep breath and stepped into the room closing the door behind me. I held up the roll of wrapping tape that I had been carrying around.
"I'm having issues getting my ankles wrapped correctly. Could you give me a hand?" I was immediately embarrassed. But to my surprise she giggled slightly and nodded.
"Yeah absolutely, have a seat on the training bench." Suddenly I didn't feel so embarrassed. I actually felt pretty comfortable. Standing in front of me, she put her hand out for the tape wrapping. I handed it to her and she laughed. "No wonder it won't wrap correctly. Your wrapping tape is old. It won't stick to itself let alone to your skin."
"It happens." I told her trying to channel my Dolph cockiness and confidence. However the sweet smile she gave me cut me down in my tracks.
When she began wrapping my ankle, I couldn't help but notice how warm and soft her hands were as they circled my ankle and ran up and down my calf, working my ankle into the wrap.
"How's that feel?" She asked as she finished my left ankle.
"Perfect." I answered not solely talking about the support of the wrapping tape. As she started on the right ankle I could no longer ignore the thoughts running through my mind.
"What's your first name?" I blurted out. She looked up at me over the rim of her glasses and smiled. Holy goodness it was such a sexy look.
"It's Morgan." She told me. Until now everyone knew her simply as Doc Everhart.
"Morgan Everhart?" She nodded. "Nice, it fits you." She said nothing, just focused on my ankle. I wasn't ready to for that to be the end of the conversation. "Mine's Nick." I told her in a Dolph tone of voice.
"Nick Nemeth." She said looking up at me again. "I know, I have your medical records." Her tone was almost authorial…a major turn on. She finished wrapping my ankle and stood up.
"You're good to go." For the second time today she had snapped me out of having less than pure thoughts, and just in time. There was a knock on the door and a man with a production headset poked his head in.
"There you are!" The guy said looking at me. "We need you for your promo. AJ is already on sight."
"Thanks man. I'll be right there." He left and I turned my attention back to Morgan. "Thanks Doc." I told her heading for the door.
"Anytime," she smiled. "After all it is my job." I walked out of the training room with her words echoing in my head. I had been trying to make some sort of move…any type of move. I had thought it was working; that we had been slightly flirting. But could I have been wrong? Could she have just been doing her job and being friendly?
"Hey! There you are! I was wondering where you had disappeared to." AJ greeted me in a giggly voice, when I reached where we were doing our promo. We had been put in a romantic storyline together recently, and it looked as though life might imitate art. She'd began treating me much like her character did…like a love sick puppy dog. Hell I didn't mind. I was single, good looking and AJ definitely wasn't the worse looking diva on the roster. My only issue was she was short and it made kissing her awkward.
"Yeah sorry," I said switching completely into Dolph mode. " I was at medical."
"Oh Okay!" She practically squeaked, linking her arm in mine. I looked down at her.
"Uh, AJ the promo hasn't even started yet." She beamed up at me.
"I know." I rolled my eyes and focused on the camera man in front of us.
"Okay guys…don't forget. Dolph, you're going to talk…rant about how you stole AJ and how you guys can do anything together. Then AJ, you're going to jump in his arms and say…?"
"Forget telling them. Show them show off!" She repeated the script out of memory.
"Right, perfect!" The camera man gushed. "Then you're going to give him a hot kiss and he will carry you out of the shot." We nodded and AJ began to bounce slightly in excitement.
"Remember," she whispered. "A hot kiss." I rolled my eyes.
"Baby, I don't give anything less."
"I know." She told me before smacking my ass. The camera man counted down, and we were live.