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[Jacob Cruise]

The ring tone of whatever song the 'young people' find cool at this point in time goes off waking an oh so familiar man from his deep, alcohol induced, slumber. He reaches over to his nightstand, trying to find the cellular device, only to knock the remnants of last night's fifth of Jaeger to the floor. Thank god it was a thick bottle, that'd be just what he needed at the moment...Shards of glass laying around his bed as he had to jump up and run for the toilet if his hangover were to decide it wanted to have some fun with him this dreadful morning.

Finally, out of pure desperation to stop that annoying ass 'Soulja Boy' ringtone from degrading his life any farther, he gets ahold of the phone and flips it open. Of course, he has to take a quick peek at the caller I.D. first. The name it displayed only furthering his reasoning for wanting to answer the phone quicker....

"Joe's pool hall, how may we break your balls today?"

Odd way to answer the phone, huh?

"Ha, just kidding bro. Where the hell you at? Its been ages since I heard from you...."

[Cameron Kincaid]

A loud...Extremely hard burp almost violently rips from his mouth as he held the phone to his ear, laying on the bed inside of his hotel room, thousands of miles away from his good buddy on the other end. He chuckled a bit, hearing his partner's words on the other end, understandably disgusted by the lack of manners. But who gave a fuck eh? He smiled brightly, as his other hand rose from the bed resting on his head while speaking into the receiver.

J...?...Tell me man. How've you been doin' with the whole "recovered alkie thing bro'? Cause I gotta be honest with you right here and now man...

He paused for a minute, turning his head to the side, seeing some unknown female laying beside him snoring the fuckin' paint off the wall. Sounded like someone stretching leather with their bare hands almost or something. He just shook his head turning back to face the ceiling again...

I'm failing fuckin' MISERABLY dude...I got some goat mouth broad in the bed with me now and...I swear I don't remember who the hell she is...

His face frowning up, he lifts his head slowly because of the pain before glancing down towards the bottom part of the bed. His eyes widen seeing the woman's feet sticking up from underneath the cover slightly. His head literally drops back to the bed below before commenting.

Plus she's got like...OVER manly feet bro'. Looks like fuckin' bear claws or eagle talons man...Dude...You gotta convince me this is just a bad dream. All I remember is going out to a bar last night and...Next thing I know I wake up in the bed with a woman who's normal up top but has a freakin' werewolf's lower half...J...You gotta come to Spokane and pick me up man. Save your brother...PLEASE!

[Jacob Cruise]

"Damn man, sounds like you got yourself in a bad situation there. Need some silver bullets or some shit? Lay that beast to rest..."

Thinking how he would never get himself into that situation, the man who had answered the phone now begins to stretch out in his bed. His arm coming in contact with other human flesh...

"Wait....what the fu...."

He turns over on his other side almost immediately to see a woman laying beside him as well. Thinking for a moment, he releases a sigh of relief....

"Damn man...same shit here with the alcohol. Got so plastered last night...I didn't even remember my girl Sandra staying here....You remember Sandra don't you? We met at that meeting...You know, the chick I said I wanted to get drunk, strip down naked...and fu...."

Like always, he gets cut off before he can finish this sentence...

[Cameron Kincaid]

Hey!...Don't need details right now bro'. It's enough to keep what's on my stomach as is looking at this...

Once again he glanced over, almost cringing at the sight of the woman's face. She wasn't...Ugly persay but...At this time or morning and after a night of binge drinking NOBODY would look too good now would they?

...Ugh, I don't even know man. I...I...I need help. Maybe Jon Boy and Pale Face were right. I've got a sickness if this is the kind of shit I end up doing. Maybe it's the alcohol effects still lingering but I could have sworn I saw a fang in this girls mouth when she yawned just then...I almost felt like crackin' open a can of vienna sausages on the corner of it...Just sittin' there...All big and...Sharp...Lookin'...DUDE!...Can you please get here and rescue me bro?!!? I made a mistake comin' back home so soon. I knew what was gonna happen and I'll be damned...I've seen the face of Satan bro'...

[Jacob Cruise]

"Damn...you see the face of Satan a lot don't you bro? Remember that one time you got wasted on Everclear and thought you saw the face of Satan on a cop? Lucky I was there...Remember? You wanted to go kick Satan's ass.....But I stopped you..."

Just now realizing his partner in crime was serious about all this, he takes a more serious tone on the matter...

"You know man...Like one or two more classes I think...and we'd be cleared to step in the ring again...We could do it ya know?"

Looking down at the empty bottle of Jaeger on the floor, he releases a sigh....

"Maybe....maybe we should do it?"

[Cameron Kincaid]

He paused for a second before speaking again. Thinking about just what he was saying. Get back in the ring? Now? Hell they'd be lucky if he could stand up straight on a normal day much less getting in the ring and actually being effective. It'd be like Jeff Hardy two years ago. Remember? If you don't be grateful for it.

Shit...How'd I know you were gonna bring THAT up again?...I dunno J. Hell how long's it been now? Hell I stopped counting after about 5 months. The rest is just a blur really. Get in the ring and do what exactly? Look like two drunk ass washed up wrestlers so the roster can have something to laugh about?...I don't even know if I wanna wrestle anymore...Brings back too many memories for me personally. Like...Well...You know who...*Sigh*...

*Long Pause*

Damn she had some good pussy too...Fuck...

[Jacob Cruise]

"Now why you gotta bring her up man? She was no good for you. I mean, sure...she was hot....actually...smokin hot....shit, she was down right beautiful....What the hell is wrong with you? Giving up a fine piece of ass like that..."

Sandra begins to stir in the bed next to him. Most likely due to the uncalled for audible level of his last few words...

"Go back to sleep baby...."

Returning his attention to his friend on the phone, he realizes he ain't helping the situation much...

"Look man...We were two of the best...top dogs....Sure, a few months off might give us a little ring rust...But hell, we got mad skills man. And always have....We could do this....And I mean, the meetings weren't that bad, right? We could handle one or two more....right?"

His last sentence there not sounding to convincing. Really, the man uttering the words wasn't to convinced himself...

"Man, I still remember the first one like it was yesterday...."

Woot woot...All aboard the flashback express. Please keep your hands and legs in the vehicle at all times. If your dumbass doesn't listen, you may lose a limb and make yourself look like a little bitch infront of everyone else. Also, keep all valuables close....otherwise, your ass will get jacked...People in flashbacks gotta eat to....Now, heres where it finally gets good.....

---------Flashback!---------

Was he really here? It still all seemed so unreal to him. One little night of too much fun...And now this....punishment...But hey, it could be worse, right? He could be fired...Or worse...Be facing Lilith's other punishment....Hell, what was that again? Something about Catholic school something or rather...Cruise was to busy staring at her breasts to really listen.....

Hesitantly, he enters the building. Right there in the main entryway, a sign reading: 'AA meeting today. Down the hall, first room to the left'. Well, it was good to see they didn't want there participants getting lost. I mean, this building was a whole five to ten rooms top kind of place. Sooooo easy to get lost in....All that was missing was a line of yellow tape leading from the sign to the meeting room...Oh shit, they even had that...How did Cruise not notice that first? Yeah, this was going to be fun....

Skipping merrily down the yellow brick road, (yeah right) Cruise makes his way to the meeting room. Should he knock? Barge in perhaps? Damn, he wished he had a beer. Beer always helped him make up his mind when he had oh so tough decisions to make such as this one...Wasn't there a liquor store just around the corner? Oh well....Finally, he decides to just walk in nonchalantly....Yeah, he was cool enough to pull that off....

Entering the room, all eyes immediately fall upon him. Chairs are set up in a circle in the center of the room. Most chairs filled with alcoholics, save for two empty ones. And in the middle of this little circle of drunks, stood the ringmaster. The....teacher? No, this wasn't school....Manager? No, not a job....Councilor? Eh, close enough....He immediately makes his way over to Cruise...

"Well howdy there.....You must be one of our new members....Judging from the profiles I received the other day, I would guess your Jacob.....My name is Mr.Green....But you can just call me John...Everybody does....we're all friends here....Or, if your one of the more rebellious types...you can call me Mr.G....thats ok with me too....Whatever makes you happy Jacob...."

Was....he....serious? Cruise could barely contain his laughter. The voice on this guy....Hilarious....Such a soft little whiny type tone...Cruise could break this guy in half without even breaking a sweat...

"Look here Joe....First off, the names Mr.Cruise to you...But you can just call me Cruise...if that....'makes you happy'....and second....I'm not here to make friends...I'm here to get this shit done and over with....So go preach to the others...I brought me a Sports Illustrated to read...So I'll just sit over here out of the way...."

Mr.Green shakes his head. Proceeded by the waving of his finger...

"Well let me give you just a few little helpful hints too Mr.Cruise....First my name is John....but thats ok you got it wrong...your new so I'll forgive you...."

He smiles a creepy smile at Cruise....

"Second....you'll make friends buddy...don't be afraid...these people are all just like you.....and third....hun, that ain't how it works...I'm sorry....I truly am....but I don't want to have to be a little tattle tell and give a bad report to your boss..."

Before Cruise can retaliate, the sound of the door opening could be heard. Please be Kincaid, Cruise pleaded...At least that'd be someone to talk to rather than these brain dead, 'lets all be friends', morons....The entrants identity remains unknown though...The person seems to not be fully entering the room. And with Cruise's view obstructed by a pillar in the room, he can't tell who it is...The councilor rushes over to the door to talk to this person though....Obviously someone important....

"Hey there buddy...Didn't you get the memo? Oh, no....You didn't did you? Oh....I'm sorry....No one told you? What a shame...what a shame....The drug abusers meeting had to be postponed....Its been rescheduled for a later date...."

Theres a moment of silence.....Then a familiar voice rings out from the unknown person...

[glow=blue,2,300]"Damn! Are you serious? I flew out here all the way from Toronto for this 'special' meeting....And now....now you tell me its canceled?"[/glow]

Cruise knew that voice...It sounded like...like...a former employer? Was it!? No, it couldn't be....

"I'm so sorry bud...But its scheduled for tomorrow afternoon now...Why don't you rent a hotel...Stay here in Detroit...Take a lil break...remember what happened the last time your job stressed you out...."

A sigh is released from the mystery man...

[glow=blue,2,300]"Yeah...relapse...I needed to get away from the place anyway....alright...see you tomorrow then...."[/glow]

We hear the door close once more...

"Buh-bye now...."

Mr.Green makes his way back over to the group as Cruise finally decides to take a seat...

"Well...Seems we're just waiting on a Mr. Cameron Kincaid to arrive now....."

[Cameron Kincaid]

Why in the hell...You gotta bring that up man?...And oh yea she was smokin' wasn't she? Let me tell you, she used to do this thing with her tongue that just...*Sigh*...Make you wanna slap your own mother man...Sheesh. And damn sure had the nicest firm little...Whatever...That's done now I guess. Ahh...But I guess the meeting's weren't THAT bad eh?...

He stared back up towards the ceiling, thinking back all those months when the meetings started up. Surprisingly a smile came to his face, somehow not annoyed by the wild boar snoring next to him.

-Flashback-

You know God really sucks right? I mean...AA meetings for having a few nights slightly intoxicated does in NO way warrant for him to have to be subjected to this type of crap. So from this point on? Cameron Kincaid is now ATHEIST...Yep sure is...Well...Until another drinking binge where he's left on his knees in the bathroom praying to a white porcelain god...THEN and only then will he believe in ANY god...But anyway...The coming "meeting" was something that ate at him the entire night before hand. Sitting around with sick in the head, mentally warped and low self esteem son of a bitches all night and day, giving out more confessions than Usher...Not him...Not him at all. Only thing that was really forcing him to do this was the threat of losing his job. And not even the actual job. If 'Kura wasn't here he'd just as soon bail as spit on the ground.

But hey he was here now he thought as he pushed the door to the designated meeting place open slowly, as if peeking in to see just how bad of a day this would turn out to be. First intuition? This shit was gonna suck to high hell from the looks of the people already here. He quickly catches sight of Cruise as he steps through the door, putting at least the faintest bit of relief in his mind for the time being, as some obviously flaming guy steps past him just before the door closes yelling something down the hall towards the guy he had just passed on the way in...

"Sir? Sir?!!?...WhooWho! Sir! A Mr. Genovese just phoned and left a message for you sir! He said for me to tell you that he wouldn't get on a plane back to Toronto if he were you...Something about you being reunited with an old friend sir...Whatever that means...Sir?"

[glow=blue,2,300]"Tell him I said suck it dry! Familia bastards!"[/glow]

Cam raises an eyebrow hearing the name but shrugs it off as he began to make his way towards the little circle of chairs placed center room. But before he could even get a good stride going, baby RuPaul steps back in the door, breathing hard as he shuts it behind himself and turns to face everyone in the room with a goofy smile on his face, his wrist limp as it dangled slightly on his walk towards the group members. Gay?...Pfftt...Understatement of the YEAR! Hell you could almost see the sugar falling from his pants pocket on his way over. Within seconds he was a few feet away from Cam, placing a hand on his shoulder causing for Cam's face to show fright from the..*Gulp*...Touch.

"Oooooooooookay everybody...Looks like everyone is here boys and girls...Welcome Cameron Kincaid...A nice specimen of a man if I do say so my...Nevermind let's move on...Now that both Mr. Cruise and Mr. Kincaid are here, we can begin...So if everyone just place their little tushies in their seats like good boys and girls...We...Can get started digging deep...Deep into those minds of yours...And start the healing process for all of you WONDERFUL people...Okay?!!?"

The counselor gives Cam another pat on the back as he sprints off it seems to further prepare for the meeting soon to start. Cam just stood there in a daze , not wanting to believe what was happening to him here. No man on earth deserved this...Well...Except Bush, but hell he's Satan so that's cool. This here was low for Cam. VERY low. He just shook his head before turning to face Cruise just a few feet away preparing to take his seat. Seeing that the one beside him was empty as well, he shakes his head once more before placing his hands in his pocket on his way over. They meet with a head nod as Cruise sits back in the chair, arms folded across his chest and magazine in his lap awaiting the boring crap to start up. Cameron slowly sits in the chair beside his, letting out a long sigh as he does so...

[glow=gold,2,300]Well at least you're here. I'm not the ONLY normal person in the building. And what's with this instructor man? I mean has he not begun taking the hormones yet? GEEEZUS...He's more feminine than Sakura from what I can see. If he pats me on the shoulder ONE more time I'm suing Creighton's ass for this. I won't be a victim like 12 year old girl in R. Kelly's dressing room. Not me.[/glow]

Cam had broken out in a full blown laughter by the time all of the old thoughts had ran through his mind. Their instructor of the class was so gay it was like watching Richard Simmons on crack to the tenth power. Flaming! His hand rose to his forehead, covering it as he continued to laugh, hearing the same from his old partner on the other end.

[Fernando Castro]

"Ole, ole, ole!"

... Yeah, for some reason this drunken homo put Ricky Martin for my ringtone, sayin' it was just Mexican music... I'd be fine... I'd live... but yeah. Answer the phone, bitch! It's yer favorite Mexican!!!

[Jacob Cruise]

A beeping on the line signifies that another call was coming in. Probably a bill collector, shit...

"Hold on a minute bro. Someone else is trying to get ahold of my ass...Gotta put you on hold for a sec. Don't get eaten by the werewolf while I'm away....Damn, I'd feel bad to get back on the line with you and you be dead...."

Pressing a button on the phone, he is now on the line with the other caller. Immediatley, he knows who it is...

"Hey man! You livin lavida laco? Or some shit like that?....I don't know those damn words...hope I didnt just ask for a two dollar blowjob or something..."

Thinking for a second...

"Hey man, I got our third amigo on the other line...I'm about to three-way this bitch....hold on a second..."

Pressing yet another button, all three men were now in on the same conversation. Not knowing exactly what to say, only one thing came to mind....

"Wasssssssuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup"

You know, like the old beer commercials? No? You don't remember the whole wassup thing? Really? WELL FUCK YOU TOO! back to the story....

"Oh, so where were we....Yeah, thats right....Back in the day..Nando, you had part in this shit to if I remember right..."

[Fernando Castro]

"Dude... I even talk to you last time my phone number blessed yer phone? I mean... I knew you were in AA..."



*FLASHBACK...*


Jacob's phone starts making noise, all eyes on him...

a text message from everybody's favorite Mexican...

>*Yo... after u get outta AA... drinks @ my place... Lexy's takin off...*<

Nice... A.A. message...

*REAL TIME...*

"Like... the both o' yas... I think..."

*FLASHBACK...*

"BEER IS GOOD! BEER IS GOOD! BEER IS GOOD!
...AND STUFF!
BEER IS GOOD! BEER IS GOOD! BEER IS GOOD!
Let's go drink some...
BEER!"

The buzzing of Cruise's phone goes off again...

>Yo fucker how long u meeting? AAs 4 quitters! Drinks on me!<


*REAL TIME...*

"So, what's been up, Alkie? You done bein' a quitter yet?"

[Cameron Kincaid]

Dude...You got me online with the fuckin' immigration office or somethin'? What's with the mexicano guy? I don't want another Lawns Illustrated subscription either man! The last time I didn't get ONE fuckin' magazine and...Wait...'Nando?...

He paused, raising an eyebrow as he thought back to one night in a bar back in...Oh hell...Now he recalled...

This is the SAME 'Nando that almost helped get J's nuts shot to shit right? Ha...Okay, okay. I was thinking the guy that cuts my Mom's yard was lookin' for me again to pay him finally. Wheeeww that was close. So what's been goin' on 'Nando my man? Still ridin' 20 people to a hatch back '84 Escort? The Lawnmower? Lawnmower with a hatch back? What's been up with you?

[Fernando Castro]

"My fuckin' mower got repo'd and Lexy went lez... that's what fuggin' happened! I mean... Christ!"

Yeah... that shit sucked.

"Least I still got mah lowridah though... I'm throwin' like... 20 deep in that bastard... had some homeless hookers in Detroit tryin' to hop in and shit too... that kinda sucked explainin' to the Pigs why I got a flabby half dressed bitch screamin' it'll only be five bucks while I'm dartin' away from the casino. Last time I was ever in that town... fuck that shit. Get some kinda STD just for breathin' the air.

Whatchu been up to?"

[Cameron Kincaid]

Pfftt...Me?...

Glancing over towards the beast in his bed once again...

Nothing much. Making horrible life decisions here and there. You know...The usual. J here thinks we should hop back in the ring and embarass ourselves for some reason. I think he gets off on it or something...Whoa...Whhhhhooooaa...She went lez?...

[Fernando Castro]

"Yeah, guess that's the cool thing for broads to do these days. I swear to god, you work on your car when you're fuggin' bored, they get all "OH! You're ignoring me! I need someone who cares!" and then they go runnin' to some bitch too in love with her goddamn cats that's used to lickin' pussy. I swear to God... She'll be back to cock sooner or later, it's just a phase, always is."

Fernando Castro... Highly educated opinions, for the win...

"What kinda life decisions you fuckin' up on? Don't tell me you had to decide between enter and exit... if that's the case, rehab, bitch... rehab..."