Vincent Munroe stood in the locker room after his first match in the World Wrestling Federation...it wasn't a Televised show but he felt good. Vincent stood in front of a mirror with just a towel around his waist as he ran a hand over the left side of his rib cage which he felt tighten up from a hard shot he took in the match. Just as he did that the very person he just finished wrestling D-Lo Brown walked into the locker room and right over to him...
"Didn't hurt ya to bad did I?" D-Lo said as he gave Vincent's rib cage a playful yet firm slap on the rib cage.
"This is nothing..." Vincent said with a grin on his face as he tried not to flinch from the slap.
"Yeah, right. Well rook you put on a good match, you have a lot going for you...Just don't make the wrong decisions and chase the wrong skirts..."
Vincent tried to act like he didn't know what D-Lo was talking about. "What do ya mean?"
"You know damn well what I mean. Everyone knows about your ways with the women, hell some guys look at you like a legend in that respective..."
A sly grin crossed Vincent's face but he could see D-Lo was being very serious.
"Now, I'm just trying to help you out here. There are a two in particular you better stay away from. Number 1, Kat, you don't want Lawler on your back. He's been around a long time and can make alot of stuff happen...And Number 2, Debra, don't try it, don't even think about it. Steve's a great guy but if you look at her the wrong way you can kiss your career goodbye. You got me?"
"Yeah..." Vincent said a bit unconvinced...
"Hey, I'm not shitting here. You got it?"
"Yeah man, I got it."
"Good...Now stop checking yourself out in the mirror and take a shower, we got a long drive for tomorrow shows..."
Vincent watched as D-Lo walked away and began to make his way towards the shower. He walked by a few of the guys, Road Dogg and Undertaker were talking. Undertaker looked up as Vincent walked by and gave Vincent a little nod of approval, a good sign Vincent thought to himself.