La De Freakin' Da (O2A)

[Jacob Cruise]

New territory. A new home. New opportunities. Hell, the only thing that was missing was the new car smell and you had the whole package deal hear. Sadly though, the only smell here was of sweat and body spray. A vile mixture if one or the other got to strong.

"What kind of champs welcome is this shit? I mean, come on...Couldn't have gotten like a locker room suite or something?"

Cruise drops his black and teal dufflebag on a nearby bench. Unzipping it, he removes piece by piece his wrestling attire, which now includes a shiny gold belt to go around his waist, and places it all in his new locker. So far, the only thing different here was the colors. LockUp, heh....nothing more than an empty vessel needing Cam and Cruise to steer it in the right direction. It was sad really....Now, Mayhem was nothing more than a sinking ship without the tag champions aboard.

"Wonder where Cam is? Haven't seen um' in awhile. Probably out chasin' some Boston tail. Dudes gotta get over her...Or its gonna get bad.....And speaking of that..."

He pulls out his cell phone and glances down at its screen. No missed calls...damn. That meant Amy still hadn't tried to contact him. Releasing a sigh, he decides to send her a quick text message...

-Hey babe. At Lockup now. Miss you. Bye.-

He did miss her, and felt bad about kicking her teeth down her throat. He hoped she understood....

"Well damn, what to do now?"

With all his crap tossed into his new locker, he now takes a seat on the aforementioned bench. Placing his forehand down into the palm of his hand, he closes his eyes to relax....

[brentsteel]

Brent had just walked into the locker room and there in front of him sat Jacob Cruise, one half of the GCW Tag Team Champs. Was this cool or what, the first big name he had seen since his arrival

"Jacob Cruise? Holy Shit it's you man I can't believe it, sorry if I am bothering you but I can't believe that I have just walked in here and you are sitting there. I am a fan of yours dude, you are so cool"

To say that Brent was more than a little starstruck at seeing one of his heroes was totally true.

"Sorry, I know this might sound lame but can I have your autograph please?"

[Jacob Cruise]

Damn, Cruise liked this dude. Keep him around as the official tag champ's waterboy or something. The more he spoke, the more Cruise's ego was fed. And trust me folks, that there is a never ending appetite.

"An autograph? Well, I don't usually do that kind of shit for free....But what the hell....You obviously went through a whole hell of a lot of work to buy your ticket....sneak past security....and risk getting caught and sent to ass rape prison for trespassing...all that just to get me to write my name...So, I guess the least I can do is autograph something for you..."

Cruise's eyes shift a bit, looking around the locker room...

"Hmmm...you got a pen and some paper or somethin' junior?"

[brentsteel]

Brent fumbles around in his bag for a few moments before pulling at GCW's magazine, this months and Cruise and Kincaid were on the front of it. Now he needed to find a pen, once again he fumbles throw the bag and finds a pencil damn he wanted a pen

"Shit, that's no good for writing on a mag, I know there is one in here somewhere!"

After a few more moments fumbing he finds a pen, and he is relieved as he didn't want to miss this chance. Brent hands them to Cruise, and in the process he drops his bag and his stuff all falls out

"Argh! Damnit! Sorry I am not normally this clumbsy"

Brent kneels down to pick up his things, tights, boots, mp3 player, and elbow pads

"My name is Brent, by the way!"

[Jacob Cruise]

Cruise takes the magazine and begins to flip through the pages. He hadn't seen this issue with him and Cam on the cover yet, it was pretty badass....

"Man, why are all these pages sticking together...?"

Cruise pauses for a moment....

"Ewwwww! Ya' little McNasty....I know me and Cam are fuggin' amazing but damn...just...ewww..."

Cruise drops the magazine down beside him on the bench. With a disgusted look on his face, he watches as the magazine slowly folds itself back over to the cover page...Snatching the pen from Brent...

"Gimme' that.....lucky I'm signin' this damn thing...thats just...nasty..."

The disgusted look still on his face...Cruise begins to write...

~To my most perverted fan, (thus far)
always keep a box of tissue nearby from now on.
Your Gaaaaawd
Jacob Mutherfuggin Cruise~

Looking back up at Brent...

"There ya' go junior....now, its probably best if you would just go before I feel the need to Cruise-ify yo' ass...."

Cruise considers offering the kid a handshake for all the troubles he went through for this autograph, but changes his mind remembering the sticky pages. Instead, he just gives him a simple wave...

"Anything else?"

[brentsteel]

After picking up his things and hearing Cruise's rant about the pages being stuck together and the implication that Brent had masturbated over him and Kincaid. Made him a little mad and then he noticed that everything in his bag was sticky, then he looked at his shampoo bottle and it was open

"Ah for fuck's sake, shampoo everywhere!"

Brent took the magazine from Cruise and it too was covered in shampoo, but the implication that he was gay didn't sit well with Brent as it didn't with most kids his age. He just shook his head before opening the magazine to reveal a full page spread of Amy Rhoades, then of Kiss Wilmington and finally of Chelsea Crossfire

"Now if I had jacked off over this magazine it would have been over one of these DEBUTANTES man low do you have to be to fantasize of a kid jacking off to your picture dude. I thought you were cool, turns out you are just as lame as those jerkoffs who jumped me at Ascension!"

[Jacob Cruise]

Cruise notices him flip over a picture of Amy before speaking of Debutantes he would....ahem...well...yeah....you know. The playful look on his face fades away...

"You remember what I just said about leaving before I had to Cruise-ify yo' ass? You see bro...Amy is my girl....and I really don't like hearing other guys only talking and thinking about her as a mere sex object....heh, thats my job..."

It look as if Cruise is about to snap. The look of anger on his face continues to intensify...and then....he begins to crack up laughing...

"Ha....man, I had you really going there dude...you thought...you...ha...thought I was about to kick your ass didn't you? Dude...ha....man, your pretty cool....You should get a contract and wrestle here or something bro....your a riot...wai...wait...did you just say you were at Ascension...so you are a wrestler?....Damn dude, thought you was some little prepubescent kid idolizing me like a stalker or something...shit dude....who the hell jumped you homie?"

Heh, Cruise said homie....he learned that from Nando...Cruise is so effin cool....

[brentsteel]

Brent looked a little confused before realizing that Cruise was kidding, not that he would show that he was scared but you know Cruise was twice his size so there was some unease there

"Well I snuck past security at Ascension after Lionheart was trashing my brother, then that bastard Cal Crossfire came out and added to it so I dropped him in front of the crowd and everything if I hadn't been so mad at the time it would have been awesome!"

Brent then scratches his head and gets to the stitches from the attack, then he remembers it all the hit in the leg, the choking, the moment of impact and being left for dead after blacking out.

"After I did that I said meet me in the parking lot, and he did along with Jack Jyndal and a baseball bat, Jack spoke and Crossfire hit my leg with the bat before choking me with it, then he give the bat to Jack and let's just say I woke up hours later with a very sore head and some lawyers from GCW there. So instead of suing I signed a contract, and that's how I am here!"

Brent then thinks of a joke about Amy and decides to share it with Cruise

"And dude about Amy... She's nice and all, but not really my type, so you got no worries about this stud stealing her from you!"

Brent then laughs

"I'm just kidding, I wouldn't dare try!"

[Jacob Cruise]

"Jyndal and Crossfire huh? Don't exactly know the names. Apparently they're a couple of nobodies? Or, maybe their on this show? I just transferred here from that half ass MayheM show the night of the Pay-Per-View....after winning the tag titles and everything."

Cruise rubs his chin, thinking for a moment...

"Hey bro, you got any revenge planned for those nobodies yet? I mean...as far as I know...me and my bro Cam's plate is clear for this up and coming LockUp...though I may be wrong...if it is though....maybe we could....hmmm...assist?...You in taking out some trash?"

There was only one thing Cruise loved as much as beer...and that was whooping some nobody pricks ass (And Amy fits in there somewhere I guess). There was only enough room for one prick in this business and that spot was reserved for Cruise.

"Tell ya' what 'stud'. Long as you stay away from my girl Amy...haha...ha..."

He couldn't help but laugh at that. Like anybody else around here could steal Amy from him. Girl was hooked almost as much as Cruise was whipped...

"Then I got your back bro...."

[brentsteel]

Brent smiles before taking another look at his things ruined by that darn freebie shampoo he got, and made him look a fool earlier. Brent then realized Cruise had offered to assist in punishing Crossfire and with what Crossfire had done to Lauren Blayze last week on MayheM it was almost certain somebody would get him too

"Well I pretty much plan on taking the SOB out... For good, not just for what he did to me but for what he did last week to my... well what he did to Lauren, nobody deserves that not even her!"

[Cameron Kincaid]

Shaking his head back and forth, staring down at the display screen of his cell phone, Cam walks into the locker room, oblivious to the visitor they had today, almost walking dead into him, startling him just enough to force the realization to his senses as a look of almost anger comes over his face. Immediately the young grappler to be turns to face him, Cam shrugging it off as he looks to Jacob, raised eyebrow and all...

"Decided to go through with that Little Brother thing eh?"

He turns back to the kid, proceeding towards where Jacob sat, tossing his duffel bag on the floor a few feet in front of him before speaking to the youngster with narrowed eyes...

"Hey...Wait, Don't I know you kid? Seen you around the Tower or something before...Names' uh...Brad or somethin'...Right?"

[brentsteel]

"Little brother thing?"

Brent wasn't sure what to make of that comment, but since he was in the room with not one but two of his wrestling heroes he didn't put too much thought into it. Cameron Kincaid had asked him his name, well sort of

"It's Brent... Brent Steel!"

[Cameron Kincaid]

"Ahh..."

Slowly taking a seat beside his partner, he glanced the kid over, before realizing...

"You're um...Michelle & Lauren's uhh...Something...Right...Some kind of relative obviously. Yea, yea I recall seeing you in the lobby of the Tower or....Somewhere. Not sure, I'm kind of tipsy. Bad week...Don't ask. But ah, what'cha doing around these parts Brent? Lookin' to hopefully get a peek at a few of the Debutantes coming out of the women's locker room are ya? That's usually what Jacob does during this time of day."

[Jacob Cruise]

"Dude, bastards covered up my peep hole. You remember...the one I drilled right over the water fountain out by the lobby. Looking directly into the ladies locker room. Yeah, man...it was the perfect cover up....Pretend to be getting a drink in the fountain and sneak a peek at some fine as...Hold up...sorry Brent, forgot you were here homie....Bet your still a bit to young to be hearing about that shit...."

Cruise lightly elbows Cam in the side. Kind of a "you know what I'm talking about though", type of thing.

"Where you been at though bro? Ain't hardly seen yo' ass since we won the gold. Off getting drunk without me...What the hells up with that? I'll remember that....I will...I got the memory of an elephant.....that is, a dead and decaying elephant...but the memory of an elephant none the less...."

Cruise looks back over to Brent, eyeing him up a bit before continuing to converse with Cam...

"You know, he does kind of look like one of those sad little kids...you know, on the late night infomercials....nah, not the 'Girls Gone Wild Ones'...dumbass....but the kind they want you to adopt and send money in for and shit...but nah, its not that big brother thing....bastards turned me down.....Somehow, they got the idea in their heads that Im an alcoholic and thats not a good role model...but, hmph...to hell with it...I'm thinking about just adopting a kid actually....He's gotta be Jewish though....Have the little bastard run and retrieve me beers...and when gets older he can help me with my taxes.....I guess I should have just asked you for help there though Cam...your Jewish right?...Indian...Samoan...am I even getting close?"

[Cameron Kincaid]

"..."

"MY MOTHERS NATIVE AMERICAN!!!...AND MY FATHER...IS WHITER THAN YOU JACOB! STOP IT ALREADY!!..."

"Shit...Racist fuck..."

He shook his head, taking the water bottle in his hand and tossing it in a nearby trash can, before turning back to Jacob...Then to Brent, and back to Jacob, not sure if he should say what he's really been up to since he last seen his partner. But he figured what the hell...Michelle's room can't be too far from Brent's in the suite they live in so, chances are he's heard her masturbating to the sight of a Cameron Kincaid poster ANYWAY sooooooooo...

"Man, you'll never believe this bro'. How about I meet this sexy ass wo..."

He pauses, not wanting to speak on Michelle in such a way in front of Brent then...

"Um...*Ahem* I meet this lovely young woman by the name of Michelle right? We hit it off PERFECTLY. I mean it's like a match made in heaven. Or hell if you consider what happened later on. Well anyway, we go out, have a nice time. Decide to walk back to the Tower right?"

"Guess who shows up to crash the party? Yep. Your girlfriends crazy other half. Lorelai Gilmore. Dude...Dude...Do you know how fuckin' awkward that shit is? It's like some Maury Povich type madness or somethin'. Shit was so embarrassing bro'. I was like...Out of it after that entirely. And been out of it since really. That's why you haven't seen me lately man. Been drinking and trying to hide from the both of em'. Shit ain't working though..."