Cross Makes a Friend...{o2 Anyone}

[karlcross]

Karl runs his fingers back though his hair as he tries to push back the stressful memories of the hectic airport which he has only a few hours ago. He glances quickly at the blinking screen of his car navigation device; noticing that he is only a few seconds away from his destination. As his eyes fall upon the GCW headquarters for the first time he finds it hard to douse the embers of disappointment that are beginning to glow from the pit of his stomach. He had been hoping for something a bit 'fancier' but if he was truly honest with himself he is never satisfied by the efforts of others.

In his own eyes, Karl Cross is a living legend; he only has to show the rest of the world this now. There is no doubting that GCW's newest recruit is a man of unmeasurable skill and class but he takes every oppurtunity to inform others of this and this is exactly the reason he makes enemies quickly.

Karl spots a who he assumes must be the valeter so he pulls his flashy sports car over to the side of the kerb and silences the engine. He instantly gains the attention from the figure standing on the sidewalk as he swings his large muscular legs from the car and pulls himself out onto his feet. He glances at the person before rudely dismissing him as a nobody.

Cross: "You see this car? Nice ain't it? Well, I'd like to keep it nice so that means that you keep your greasy cheesburger gripping claws off of the paintwork. You take the keys and you park the car...that's all. If I come back down here and suspect for one second that you've been snooping around in there then I'm going to be forced to have some of that special shampoo shipped in from Europe, which probably costs more than you make in a month, because I'll be trying to scrub of the 20 gallons of idiot that comes rushing out of you as I'm pounding your head against the windscreen. Now, do we have an understanding?"

Karl dangles the keys on front of the man's face who stares back at him coldly. Karl may just have made his first enemy here in the GCW as the man that Karl has just insulted in none other than GCW superstar...

[Scott Manor]

It's none other than Maniac. Of course wearing a black hoody with the sleeves rolled up and black pants. Maniac looks at the keys and then at the man. A smirk crosses his face as he looks at the man.

Would you like our service with or without complete destruction of your car? Personally, I prefer total wreckage because we video tape it and post it all over the internet. I'm thinking demolition derby sounds nice with it.

The smirk still on his face as he continues.

Such attitude for someone who has no reason to have it. I'd suggest you get rid of it. I'd hate to have to watch you cry as you're shown that you have absolutely no talent.

[karlcross]

Cross pierces right through Maniac with a deathly stare. How dare he stand in the presence of an athlete of such integrity and make feeble attempts to mock him!? Cross lowers the keys down by his side and slips them inside his pocket. He pulls in a deep breath before exhaling as he unbottons the buttons on his silk shirt. After adjusting his stance slightly he focuses his full attention onto the man before him.

Cross: "First of all, if you're gonna dare to have the audacity to stand in front of a man who could clearly kick your ass up and down every set of emergency stairwells in that building behind you then the very least you could do is give him the courtesy of not having to smell that foul breath of yours. I am assuming that since you seem to be at least pretending to be some sort of tough guy then you must have at the very least a big '1' in your win column. Therefore I am also assuming that you have done something to earn at least one week of your wages? Well for the love of god you could at least buy a box tic tacs!"

"That aside...'friend'...Karl Cross has been described many times as one of those egotistical fighters with a severe narcissistic personality disorder. Yes, it's true, I even from time to time refer to myself in the third person but only the great have the ability to measure greatness so excuse me for recognising my own superiority when faced with such a feeble adversary as yourself.

I stepped from my car and I looked at the cheap rags you have draped over that skeletal body of yours and I made an assumption. I thought you were the valeter but infact you were just another one of the endless faces I will come across here in the ICWL; none of which make any real impact in the way I soon will. So, when you look at it from that perspective, I was actually doing you a favor. You could have taken the oppurtunity there to pretend that you weren't infact just another lower card jobber looking to make a name for himself by waiting around outside for your chance to take a pop at Karl Cross; you could have pretended you were the car park attendant which would have meant I would have walked away knowing somewhere right down deep inside that your presence in this company makes some sort of worthy contribution. My car would have been looked after and you wouldn't be one smart remark away from a slap around the face. Now I suggest you run along..."

[Scott Manor]

Maniac lets out a chuckle.

So I'm guessing you rate high on the male hooker list. I mean to be able to say all that you must have a talent as a manwhore. So I mean other than selfpromotion and being a manwhore I'm going to guess you don't have much talent.

But as for kicking my ass. Surely you can do better than that. Oh wait I'm sure you can't. I mean self-promotion is about all jackasses can do. But hey, I'm sure if you kiss the ass of the staff, face these jobbers that you want to insult maybe just maybe, you'll get above a circus act opener.

Maniac takes a seat on the hood of car not caring what the man thinks as he continues.

And maybe, if I'm put on Lock-Up I'll be kind and decide to help you get some screen time and play a bit with you. Watch you make an ass of yourself as you say the same things over and over again. But that's if I've run out of the higher people to piss off and make look like asses.

Maniac looks at the man before coughing with a very fake cough and wiping his hand off on the car. What an ass sometimes.