Chris sat on the table, waiting impatiently for the new trainer to come in to see him. He had a date with some chick he met the night before at a party and he couldn't be sitting here waiting all day. He was so tempted to just grab the next person that walked through the door and tell them to take a look at his damn shoulder so he could go. The door to the trainer's office flung open and in came Paul Levesque being held up by Shawn Michaels and a small woman.

Chris raised his eyebrow. 'Who is that?' He thought. She was definitely a good looking woman. She had this exotic and classy look to her. Certainly not the type of girls Chris usually went for. Excluding Trish, of course.

They carried Paul into the room and sat him down next to Chris. As the young woman was examining his knee, Chris was able to get a good look at her. She had a tag on her shirt that read, "WWE Personal Trainer". He watched her as she wrapped Paul's knee with the bandage. She soothed Paul as she finished wrapping his knee and then her and Shawn helped him off the table.

"I recommend that you stay out of action for atleast four weeks", she said, putting his arm around her shoulder and helping him to the door, "Nothing's torn completely, but it's very irritated".

"Ok" Paul said through gritted teeth.

Once they were out the door, the young woman turned to Chris. "Now, Mr.Jericho. What seems to be the problem?"

Chris licked his lips nervously. "My shoulder. It hurts". He could've kicked himself right then for sounding like such a big baby. 'Great, she probably thinks I'm a loser now'. He thought to himself.

She just laughed and walked over to him. "Well, do you feel like you might have torn something?"

"N-no. I think it's just sore". He stuttered from her presence. He looked at her face, her eyes were a bright honey brown and her lips were full. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She looked more like a model than a trainer. He licked his lips again.

"Hmm..", she said, twisting her mouth up in content, "Take off your shirt".

Chris' eyes grew wide at the demand. "Damn! We haven't even known each other five minutes and you're already telling me to get naked", he laughed, smirking at her, "I have that effect on women. I mean, I don't even know your name". He was praying that she wouldn't slap him and kick him out of her office for acting like such an ass-clown.

"I bet you do have that effect on women Mr.Jericho", she said, smiling, "Now take off your shirt so I can have a look at your shoulder".

He laughed and sighed in relief. Atleast she had a sense of humor. He removed his shirt and held it in his hands. He felt a sudden wave of pleasurable shock go throughout his body when she touched his bare shoulder. Not because it hurted, but because her hand was so soft. Almost like a velvet touch.

Her body was so close to him. Chris didn't wanna be perverted and stare at her boobs like some crazed sex freak, but found that it was no easy task seeing as how he is some crazed sex freak. Besides, they were there and they were pretty big.

Chris smiled to himself as he enjoyed his view, not knowing that she was watching him until her fingers left his shoulder.

"Like what you see?" She asked, but she didn't seem mad, but flattered.

He didn't know how to react to that question. He could've been himself and said something vulgur and sexual or he could've put on an act and apologized. He didn't want to offend her, but he certainly wasn't sorry for checking her out, so he just sat there.

"I must be the first woman to have you lost for words because I've never seen you so quiet". She said, laughing.

He spoke again. "Must be a fan of mine then, huh?"

The woman suddenly became shy, her cheeks flushed. "Well...I've um.. always been a fan of yours Mr.Jericho".

"Please, call me Chris". Chris was flattered and amused that she was a fan of his, but also a little turned on by how she was blushing like a little school girl.

She smiled. "Um... the muscles in your shoulder are really tense", she said, getting serious again. Much to Chris' dismay, "But it's nothing too serious... Chris".

"Alright, well, thank you Ms...". Chris stopped in mid-sentence when he noticed that he still didn't know the woman's name.

"Atkins. Rebecca Atkins", she said, holding out her hand to him, "It's nice to finally meet you".

He took it in his own and shook it. "The pleasure is all mine, Rebecca".

She blushed again and Chris laughed. He quickly, but carefully put his shirt back on and hopped off of the table. He stood in front of her and noticed how much taller than her he was. She had to be atleast 5"4. She looked up at him nervously, silence falling between them as they stood there. As badly as Chris wanted to make his move, he didn't... he couldn't. But why? Why was she so different than the other women he had met and had sex with? What was so special about her that he was willing to hold out on his macho-ness and sexual cravings?

'Do it! Touch her!' His mind screamed. Another half of him, a half he never knew was there spoke up. 'Don't! You don't know her and you don't even know if she likes you like that'.

Just when the other half of him was about to protest, the door to the office opened and Randy Orton and Adam Copeland came in. Rebecca spun on her heels and over to them, leaving Chris standing there.

"What happened?" She asked Adam.

"His concussion, he landed on the mat too hard and I think he might have triggered it". He said, trying to hold up Randy's woozy body. She directed him to the table and she went to work on Randy. Lifting his eyelids to see if he was out of it completely.

Chris could've killed Adam and Randy at that moment for coming in when they did, but instead he left the office. The image of her rang through his head. Maybe he'd just have to get hurt more often.