Sasha's POV

I slowly wake up to the lost of body heat from under me and just the cold couch cushions. I was kind of sad because it felt so good. I turn to the sound of a printing machine making copies and I see take the sheets of paper.

"Right on time, I just finished our plan for you." Kenny holds up a couple of papers in his hand.

"Wow, you're pretty quick on the script." I rub my eyes to wake my drowsy eyes up. "I can't wait to read it soon."

"Plus, by the time we do this your injury will be better. So it's good news all round!" Kenny places the script on the coffee table then walks to kitchen to bring me coffee with cream.

"Thanks." I take a sip from my cup and the creamy warmness flowing down my throat wakes me up. I lean forward to grab the script from the table and scan it. "So this is what you been doing for the past couple days?"

"Yes, and I know this will be gold. So read it and give me your opinion." Kenny lays back on the other end of the couch. I read the script and there's a part in it that does not sit right with me. I wanted to tell Kenny about it, but I think back to that nice things he has done for me and I didn't want to ruin that.

"I love the script Kenny. Original work." I give him a soft smile and hand him the script.

"Thanks Sasha, I really wanted to make it up for you. For the unintentional problem. " He then walks back to his room to change his clothes.

I lay back on the couch and looking up at the ceiling and hope that everything goes well.

Couple days later

Sasha's POV

I went against doctor's orders and started training my injury ahead of time. Kenny was fighting against my decision. He wasn't rude about it, he was just very concerned. I told him that being stuck at home icing her her knee wasn't making me happy and he understood that. So now we headed to local japanese wrestling school that gave us a private ring for my training. Walking past the training students, they would instantly stare, point at us, and even record us. It sucked that I had to ignore their questions while Kenny just politely asks them in Japanese to not ask me questions.

"That will never get old." As I entered the private room and placed my bag to the side. Kenny locks the door and places his bag next to mine.

"Well, you are very recognizable. Especially with this purple and pink hair" Kenny lifts up a strand of my hair to prove his point.

"Ha, true." I walk up the steel steps, wipe my feet on the apron, and enter the ring. Kenny sits on the top of the turnbuckles as he watches me.

"You have three minutes to run the ropes. Begin!" I run the ropes as fast and precise as I can. My knee was tingling but I had to push through. "Stop! Now take a rope and flop on your back ten times." I do as I was instructed and damn, missing days of wrestling sucks. I just feel like I am a beginner. "Stop!"

"What do you mean stop? I only did four."

"Run a rope and take a bump off me." Kenny gets off the turnbuckle and stands in the middle of the ring. I run a rope and run towards Kenny and I took the bump to my shoulder. "Again." I run to the ropes on my right and the second bump threw me off and I fall. "Again." I get up slowly and run to the rope to right and I take another bump. "Want to stop Banks?" Kenny sticks his hand out to help me up, but I grab his hand with all my might pull him to the ground. "I will take that as a no." Kenny rolls over and looks at me.

"That was a no, but a break will be nice" I roll out of the ring and walked to my bag.

Kenny's POV

As Sasha was asking for a break, I couldn't resist her beauty even when was sweating. When she was walking to her bag, I couldn't stop staring. Hair swifting left to right, especially her body. Wait what am I doing? I rub my face to try to forget the recent thought.

"You okay Kenny? You seem frustrated." I didn't even notice Sasha returning to the ring. She then hands me a bottle of water.

"I am okay, and thanks." I take a couple of gulps of the water. "Whenever you're ready, we can resume." Sasha gives me a smile and lays down in the ring next to me and we chatted for awhile. The more closer I get to her, the more I have feelings for her. Can that be true?