Jake and Tikka

Jake and Tikka walks down the backstage when Jake starts to hiss and moan in pain as he leans against the wall.

"What is it?" Tikka asks with concern in her eyes.

"I…I think it's my arm…fuck!" Jake hisses as he checks it out.

He then gives a slight chuckle.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"I think…I was wrong in my initial assessment…I think my arm is dislocated. Christ…you think it I would be use to this type of pain by now."

Tikka looks at the arm as Jake pulls away.

"Hey…look…I got it…I can put it back into…"

Before Jake could finish Tikka grabs his arm and puts into place.

"Shit!" Jake cries as he leans back the wall, "You…bitch! You should told me you were going to do that!"

Tikka gives a faint smile, "And would you allow it if I did?"

Jake looks at her and chuckles, "No, I guess I can be a little stubborn that way."

Tikka lightly touches Jake's chest and arm and says, "Follow me to my locker room. I have some ointments that can help with the stinging you must be feeling."

"Will it be just as painful as your other treatment?"

"No." Tikka smile gets bigger, "I think you might like this one."