Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 1:14:45 GMT -5
{Laila opens the doors on a heavily graffitied building. She walks inside the abandoned building. her footsteps are echoing throughout. She notices that there are tones of debris. Old machinery, boxes and crates of old product. Barrels of what she assumes are chemicals probably toxic. She smiles to herself. She notices that part of the building is under some kind of repair but by the state of the scaffolding, it looks to have been a long time before anyone ahs followed up on it. She turns toward the camera and spreads her arms.}
Laila: I know what everyone is thinking... oh Laila, in an another abandoned building... so boring...
{She smiles, almost laughing}
Laila: The thing that people don't seem to understand is that places like this... well all they need is a little TLC but in the case of my opponent this week, she needs a different kind of TLC, the kind that involves cracking her open to see how she ticks... alas thou.. .it's just a standard match so I won't be able to grace her with this new trick I learned on how you can get a chair shot just so it will leave your opponent complete incapacitated. Another time Valentina.... that's a promise.
{She walks around looking at the various gang signatures and places where its obvious that a hobo has camped out but long walked away}
Laila: So when I visit these places, I always have a setup in place, as to why I chose this particular location. Well, this lovely little hovel was once home to a factory that made sports equipment. You name it, it was produced here. Footballs, baseballs, well.. lets just say they made and delivered balls. now speaking of balls... for a woman, I consider myself to have a pretty big set. Probably bigger than any MALE member of the roster. Let's face it Miss Madison, in order to prosper in this sport you need to be able to have some and keep them pretty secure too. One wrong move and you leave them vulnerable for anybody to just swoop in and give a well placed low blow and BAM! You're out for a entire season...or even longer. So let me give you some advice darling.. get out now while you can. I am going to make sure that I give all the people in the crowd that spent money to see us go at it, the time of their lives. They are going to cheer you, there's no doubt. Chant for you like they did last week but it's all going to be in Vain.
{She walks over to the scaffolding ladder and starts to climb up. One of the rungs makes a groaning sound and Laila laughs}
Laila: Groaning, also something the audience is going to here. Groaning from you after I nearly beat the life out of you. You may think that because I am the smallest member that I will be the easiest to take out, the weakest link...but I have proved every time that I am just as dominant and aggressive as the rest of the group. that I can do everything a man does plus some. Every person I have gone up against has been a victim. Everyone of them ahs been bewitched.
{She reaches the top and the structure wobbles a little. She steadies herself as she looks up at more graffiti on the walls.. She puts a hand on it and closes her eyes}
Laila: I can feel the energy in this place. You can tell that there is life in this building. It's a shame really... that when someone puts their hands on you Valentina, all they feel is plastic. You can hide behind your book smarts and your lettermen jacket. Feign ignorance with saying you are new to this business. Look at me sweetheart, I haven't been a wrester much longer than you and I don't try and hide who i am. I don't give dear diary responses on twitter and best of all.. I never say my opponent is better than me. Don't think you're special because Taufik tweeted you. he may be playing up the whole being 'The franchise' now but he's the same sadistic bastard he was before and he'll prove it to everyone. And when I get my chance at the TV title... I will win.
{Laila hears a motorcycle engine and then it shut off. she looks back to the camera below her.}
Laila: I think you get the picture honey. there is no chance in hell of you coming out the winner in this match. You know that IA is in charge and well... we're going to take full advantage of the fact that we are in charge. Good luck though...
{The last comment is obviously laced with sarcasm. The doors open to show Iconic Aggression member, Jackson Blaze entering, a look of puzzlement on his face. she smirks and yells down.}
Laila: Jackson!
{The scene fades out as he's about to speak}
~*~
Bliss's black boots click on the titles as the police officer lets her into the area with the detainment cells. The officer points to the one at the end and she nods in thanks as she walks all the way down. the office follows behind her, rattling the keys. She stops when she sees two members of Iconic Aggression on the bench. Trey is leaning against the wall, his grey hoodie up over his head and his mouth open and filling the cell with soft snores. There's a new black bruise blossoming on his upper cheek bone. Jackson is leaning forward, his blonde hair covering most of his face. his knuckles are bloody and raw, clasped in front of him. Bliss has seen her husband sleeping enough to know that he's only closing his eyes as if to maybe block out his partner's snores. She looks quickly to see that Laila is crouched in the corner, almost defensively but she's sleeping, her eyelids twitching periodically indicating that she's dreaming. The officer unlocks the door and then bangs his nightstick on the bars. Jackson looks up, calm on the outside but Bliss can see the anger in his eyes about being arrested in the first place. Laila opens her eyes and stands in one fluid motion. Trey continues to snore, oblivious to the fact that they have been bailed out. Jackson elbows him. His snore is interrupted, Trey bats at him long after he's gone and the continues to sleep, turning to his side and putting his hands under his head. Jackson rolls his eyes. he walks toward his wife and plants a kiss on her cheek. Bliss's stony expression doesn't change as if to say 'we'll talk later'.
Jackson: You bring the bike back?
bliss nods
Jackson: I'll be waiting outside for you
He leaves, not even looking behind him at his partners. Laila stretches and looks at Trey. With a shake to her head she walks over and rubs her palms together, breathing into them. Bliss looks at her with a raised eyebrow. Then suddenly Laila raises her hand high and sends her hand racing toward the injured cheek of Baxter, the slap echoing worse than his snores. He startles awake, his face going red with anger. His first instinct is to attack whoever hit him until he sees Laila watching him. His expression changes to a sheepish one¸ Bliss yells into the cell at him.
Bliss: Made Bail Baxter. Get your ass up.
Trey yawns, rubs his check a little
Trey: Did you have to hit me so hard?
Laila smirks but provides no answer. Trey looks at her weird before walking out of the cell, a hand still on his smarting flesh. he gives Bliss a head nod and she rolls her eyes. he turns and flashes Laila a cocky grin and walks away, whistling a tune like this was a normal thing for him. Laila walks after him. She's almost out of the cell before Bliss puts a hand up, blocking her off with an arm right at neck level. Laila looks at her confused. The officer smiles and chuckles before walking away, the sound of the outer cell door locking into place.
Laila: Oh I see how it is Kahlan. You want to give me a stern talking to about what happens when I am with your man. I don't know how many times I or him...
Bliss reaches out and hits her in the throat with the side of her hand. Laila chokes and put a hand to her throat.
Bliss: Let me tell you one more time Laila... Camilla.. whatever the fuck your name is. You may be part of IA. For some insane reason Jax thinks you have some potential, especially in the TV division. I know that with the training I've been giving you plus the formal introductory training you already have you have enough power and fortitude to make it all the way up to world if you really wanted. This isn't about that. I trust my husband. I have no doubt that even if you were trying to get your claws in him it wouldn't mean anything. I mean why go for hamburger when you have a fillet Mignon at home. No Laila, I don't worry about what that. What I worry about is that now your getting him arrested. Fight your own fucking battles.
Laila clears her throat and then answers
Laila: I didn't ask for them to join in the fight. I was assaulted and I was fine to handle it on my own. Baxter and your darling husband just jumped right into the action. Perhaps it's not me you should be talking too about that.
Bliss looks even more pissed off, crossing her arms across her chest
Laila: You need to let go of this un-rational insane jealousy you have. I've told you before that I have no romantic interest in Jackson or anybody else and Jackson only has eyes for you. Stop being a drama queen, it doesn't suit you.
Bliss: And how do you know what suits me?
Laila: Look... I wasn't going admit this out loud but I... admire you. I admire everything you accomplished and how you didn't need anybody to go and get what you wanted. I try and model myself after what you've done...but am I trying to be you? no. am I trying to steal your life by trying to steal your husband? no. I just want you to train me and I want to be part of IA. Jackson has given me quite a bit of insight about what direction I want to go in. if not for him and my trainer I might still be that little lamb that followed Taufik all over the place. Its not exactly rocket science Kahlan.
Bliss: you implying that I'm stupid?
Laila puts a hand to her face in exasperation.
Laila: I can see now why Jackson gets so frustrated with you at times. Out of all of that that's what you took away from that conversation?
Bliss sighs.
Bliss: No and I guess... thank you?
Laila: See, now was that very hard to do? now can you let me go back to my hotel. I didn't exactly sleep well.
Bliss: I imagine that sleeping against a wall couldn't have been
Laila smirks and shakes her head.
Laila: No that's not it at all. Jackson and I complained about Baxter snoring all bloody night. It was like being in a buzz saw factory.
Bliss laughs and the two women walk out of the cell. Once out in the sunlight, Laila pulls out a pair of sunglasses and watches as Bliss climbs onto the back of the bike that is occupied by Jackson. He looks over at her.
Jackson: Remember what I told you. It's your turn to bleed gold.
Laila nods her head. Jackson pulls down the visor and the bike roars to life. He speeds out of the parking lot. trey is standing against the wall to her right and his voice almost startles her because she didn't' see him there. he's got a cigarette hanging out the corner of his mouth and Laila suspects that it's not the legal kind. he takes a drag before talking.
Baxter: Waiting for a cab... wanna split it?
Laila: I guess.
Baxter: Good cuz I don't have any cash... can I get you later?
Laila rolls her eyes but concedes. they stand in almost complete silence.
Laila: Can I offer a bit of advice?
Baxter looks at her with a cocky expression. the laughter behind his words is hardly hidden
Baxter: Sure...
Laila clears her throat.
Laila: Don't' focus so much on the title. It actually makes you look weaker then just losing to the zombie queen.
Baxter's expression changes in an instant.
Baxter: What the fuck do you know huh? have you ever been a champion?
Laila: Well no..
Baxter: Then shut the fuck up about it then.
He takes another drag before he relaxes.
Laila: no need to go all hormonal there Treyina.
She expects it to piss him off further but instead he looks at her with what she thinks is a new expression on his face and she can't read it. it scares her a little.
Baxter: you know I remember when you weren't this hard.
Laila repeats back to him, in her annoyance, "What the fuck do you know, have you ever been abused by your spouse?"
He looks slightly uncomfortable but continues.
Baxter: Only consensually. I don't know exactly what he did to you but well, I guess you should take your own advice right...don't focus so much on him cuz it only makes you look weaker. Just do the job you have assigned to you. Take out that college skank and then head right over and prove you deserve the TV title more than Chrissy Starr. Don't doubt your skill, Jackson wouldn't have brought you into the fold if he didn't think you had what it takes.
Laila raises an eyebrow
Laila: And what about you? do you think I deserve to be part of the fold?
He takes a minute to think, taking another drag on the joint.
Baxter: You're growing on me.
Laila laughs and then points to the thing in his mouth, which she has no doubt now by the smell is illegal
Laila: You have some balls doing that outside a police station you know.
He looks confused.
Baxter: It's Canada... this shit's legal here....
Laila shakes her head.
Baxter: Girl, stop buggin'
Laila: I assure you, I'm not 'bugging' about anything. it's just as illegal here as the states.
Trey sees a couple officers walking up to the entrance and with a few choice swears he throws the blunt down and stops it out. After their gone he swears again, picking it up and brushing it off before putting it in his wallet. The cab pulls up and they both walk toward it and get in.
Laila: I will expect that you will pay me back as soon as possible. I'm not a former world champ... I only have a measly salary.
Baxter laughs. They get back to the hotel and get on the elevator.
Baxter: What floor are you on?
He's posed with his hand over the buttons.
Laila: 5
Baxter only presses the 5 and leans back against the elevator wall as it starts to move up.
Baxter: Me too... if you want to just stop by my room on the way to yours and I'll give you that cash, otherwise I'll probably forget.
Laila shakes her head.
Laila: Don't' worry about it. I'm sure we'll square it out later.
Baxter looks at her a second and then looks away and shakes his head with a laugh. it makes Laila uncomfortable.
Laila: What was that?
Baxter: What?
Laila: That little laugh there.
Baxter: Oh well it's completely obvious that you're afraid to go to my room. Don't' worry I'm not going to jump you...you're not my type.
Laila looks at him slightly insulted.
Laila: Well... you're not my type either Baxter.
Baxter: Well good. We agree then.
There are a few more minutes of silence and then Laila looks at him and realizes he's staring at her. It's all a flash when suddenly she's kissing him. She doesn't even know what the hell has come over her when the elevator suddenly stops and the doors open. An elderly lady starts to get on. The two separate immediately. It goes up to 5 and they both get off. the old lady smirks at them and gives kissy faces as the doors close. For the first time in months Laila is actually blushing.
Laila: That was a mistake. A lack of judgement from the effects of your illegal substances and obvious alcohol lingering in my blood stream.
Baxter: Right. Call it whatever you want babe.
He laughs and walks down the hall, whistling the same tune from the jail. Laila takes a deep calming breath and walks in the opposite direction.
Laila: Stupid Stupid stupid.
She gets to her room as quick as possible and shuts the door, turning the lock and putting the security lock on.
Laila: I know what everyone is thinking... oh Laila, in an another abandoned building... so boring...
{She smiles, almost laughing}
Laila: The thing that people don't seem to understand is that places like this... well all they need is a little TLC but in the case of my opponent this week, she needs a different kind of TLC, the kind that involves cracking her open to see how she ticks... alas thou.. .it's just a standard match so I won't be able to grace her with this new trick I learned on how you can get a chair shot just so it will leave your opponent complete incapacitated. Another time Valentina.... that's a promise.
{She walks around looking at the various gang signatures and places where its obvious that a hobo has camped out but long walked away}
Laila: So when I visit these places, I always have a setup in place, as to why I chose this particular location. Well, this lovely little hovel was once home to a factory that made sports equipment. You name it, it was produced here. Footballs, baseballs, well.. lets just say they made and delivered balls. now speaking of balls... for a woman, I consider myself to have a pretty big set. Probably bigger than any MALE member of the roster. Let's face it Miss Madison, in order to prosper in this sport you need to be able to have some and keep them pretty secure too. One wrong move and you leave them vulnerable for anybody to just swoop in and give a well placed low blow and BAM! You're out for a entire season...or even longer. So let me give you some advice darling.. get out now while you can. I am going to make sure that I give all the people in the crowd that spent money to see us go at it, the time of their lives. They are going to cheer you, there's no doubt. Chant for you like they did last week but it's all going to be in Vain.
{She walks over to the scaffolding ladder and starts to climb up. One of the rungs makes a groaning sound and Laila laughs}
Laila: Groaning, also something the audience is going to here. Groaning from you after I nearly beat the life out of you. You may think that because I am the smallest member that I will be the easiest to take out, the weakest link...but I have proved every time that I am just as dominant and aggressive as the rest of the group. that I can do everything a man does plus some. Every person I have gone up against has been a victim. Everyone of them ahs been bewitched.
{She reaches the top and the structure wobbles a little. She steadies herself as she looks up at more graffiti on the walls.. She puts a hand on it and closes her eyes}
Laila: I can feel the energy in this place. You can tell that there is life in this building. It's a shame really... that when someone puts their hands on you Valentina, all they feel is plastic. You can hide behind your book smarts and your lettermen jacket. Feign ignorance with saying you are new to this business. Look at me sweetheart, I haven't been a wrester much longer than you and I don't try and hide who i am. I don't give dear diary responses on twitter and best of all.. I never say my opponent is better than me. Don't think you're special because Taufik tweeted you. he may be playing up the whole being 'The franchise' now but he's the same sadistic bastard he was before and he'll prove it to everyone. And when I get my chance at the TV title... I will win.
{Laila hears a motorcycle engine and then it shut off. she looks back to the camera below her.}
Laila: I think you get the picture honey. there is no chance in hell of you coming out the winner in this match. You know that IA is in charge and well... we're going to take full advantage of the fact that we are in charge. Good luck though...
{The last comment is obviously laced with sarcasm. The doors open to show Iconic Aggression member, Jackson Blaze entering, a look of puzzlement on his face. she smirks and yells down.}
Laila: Jackson!
{The scene fades out as he's about to speak}
~*~
Bliss's black boots click on the titles as the police officer lets her into the area with the detainment cells. The officer points to the one at the end and she nods in thanks as she walks all the way down. the office follows behind her, rattling the keys. She stops when she sees two members of Iconic Aggression on the bench. Trey is leaning against the wall, his grey hoodie up over his head and his mouth open and filling the cell with soft snores. There's a new black bruise blossoming on his upper cheek bone. Jackson is leaning forward, his blonde hair covering most of his face. his knuckles are bloody and raw, clasped in front of him. Bliss has seen her husband sleeping enough to know that he's only closing his eyes as if to maybe block out his partner's snores. She looks quickly to see that Laila is crouched in the corner, almost defensively but she's sleeping, her eyelids twitching periodically indicating that she's dreaming. The officer unlocks the door and then bangs his nightstick on the bars. Jackson looks up, calm on the outside but Bliss can see the anger in his eyes about being arrested in the first place. Laila opens her eyes and stands in one fluid motion. Trey continues to snore, oblivious to the fact that they have been bailed out. Jackson elbows him. His snore is interrupted, Trey bats at him long after he's gone and the continues to sleep, turning to his side and putting his hands under his head. Jackson rolls his eyes. he walks toward his wife and plants a kiss on her cheek. Bliss's stony expression doesn't change as if to say 'we'll talk later'.
Jackson: You bring the bike back?
bliss nods
Jackson: I'll be waiting outside for you
He leaves, not even looking behind him at his partners. Laila stretches and looks at Trey. With a shake to her head she walks over and rubs her palms together, breathing into them. Bliss looks at her with a raised eyebrow. Then suddenly Laila raises her hand high and sends her hand racing toward the injured cheek of Baxter, the slap echoing worse than his snores. He startles awake, his face going red with anger. His first instinct is to attack whoever hit him until he sees Laila watching him. His expression changes to a sheepish one¸ Bliss yells into the cell at him.
Bliss: Made Bail Baxter. Get your ass up.
Trey yawns, rubs his check a little
Trey: Did you have to hit me so hard?
Laila smirks but provides no answer. Trey looks at her weird before walking out of the cell, a hand still on his smarting flesh. he gives Bliss a head nod and she rolls her eyes. he turns and flashes Laila a cocky grin and walks away, whistling a tune like this was a normal thing for him. Laila walks after him. She's almost out of the cell before Bliss puts a hand up, blocking her off with an arm right at neck level. Laila looks at her confused. The officer smiles and chuckles before walking away, the sound of the outer cell door locking into place.
Laila: Oh I see how it is Kahlan. You want to give me a stern talking to about what happens when I am with your man. I don't know how many times I or him...
Bliss reaches out and hits her in the throat with the side of her hand. Laila chokes and put a hand to her throat.
Bliss: Let me tell you one more time Laila... Camilla.. whatever the fuck your name is. You may be part of IA. For some insane reason Jax thinks you have some potential, especially in the TV division. I know that with the training I've been giving you plus the formal introductory training you already have you have enough power and fortitude to make it all the way up to world if you really wanted. This isn't about that. I trust my husband. I have no doubt that even if you were trying to get your claws in him it wouldn't mean anything. I mean why go for hamburger when you have a fillet Mignon at home. No Laila, I don't worry about what that. What I worry about is that now your getting him arrested. Fight your own fucking battles.
Laila clears her throat and then answers
Laila: I didn't ask for them to join in the fight. I was assaulted and I was fine to handle it on my own. Baxter and your darling husband just jumped right into the action. Perhaps it's not me you should be talking too about that.
Bliss looks even more pissed off, crossing her arms across her chest
Laila: You need to let go of this un-rational insane jealousy you have. I've told you before that I have no romantic interest in Jackson or anybody else and Jackson only has eyes for you. Stop being a drama queen, it doesn't suit you.
Bliss: And how do you know what suits me?
Laila: Look... I wasn't going admit this out loud but I... admire you. I admire everything you accomplished and how you didn't need anybody to go and get what you wanted. I try and model myself after what you've done...but am I trying to be you? no. am I trying to steal your life by trying to steal your husband? no. I just want you to train me and I want to be part of IA. Jackson has given me quite a bit of insight about what direction I want to go in. if not for him and my trainer I might still be that little lamb that followed Taufik all over the place. Its not exactly rocket science Kahlan.
Bliss: you implying that I'm stupid?
Laila puts a hand to her face in exasperation.
Laila: I can see now why Jackson gets so frustrated with you at times. Out of all of that that's what you took away from that conversation?
Bliss sighs.
Bliss: No and I guess... thank you?
Laila: See, now was that very hard to do? now can you let me go back to my hotel. I didn't exactly sleep well.
Bliss: I imagine that sleeping against a wall couldn't have been
Laila smirks and shakes her head.
Laila: No that's not it at all. Jackson and I complained about Baxter snoring all bloody night. It was like being in a buzz saw factory.
Bliss laughs and the two women walk out of the cell. Once out in the sunlight, Laila pulls out a pair of sunglasses and watches as Bliss climbs onto the back of the bike that is occupied by Jackson. He looks over at her.
Jackson: Remember what I told you. It's your turn to bleed gold.
Laila nods her head. Jackson pulls down the visor and the bike roars to life. He speeds out of the parking lot. trey is standing against the wall to her right and his voice almost startles her because she didn't' see him there. he's got a cigarette hanging out the corner of his mouth and Laila suspects that it's not the legal kind. he takes a drag before talking.
Baxter: Waiting for a cab... wanna split it?
Laila: I guess.
Baxter: Good cuz I don't have any cash... can I get you later?
Laila rolls her eyes but concedes. they stand in almost complete silence.
Laila: Can I offer a bit of advice?
Baxter looks at her with a cocky expression. the laughter behind his words is hardly hidden
Baxter: Sure...
Laila clears her throat.
Laila: Don't' focus so much on the title. It actually makes you look weaker then just losing to the zombie queen.
Baxter's expression changes in an instant.
Baxter: What the fuck do you know huh? have you ever been a champion?
Laila: Well no..
Baxter: Then shut the fuck up about it then.
He takes another drag before he relaxes.
Laila: no need to go all hormonal there Treyina.
She expects it to piss him off further but instead he looks at her with what she thinks is a new expression on his face and she can't read it. it scares her a little.
Baxter: you know I remember when you weren't this hard.
Laila repeats back to him, in her annoyance, "What the fuck do you know, have you ever been abused by your spouse?"
He looks slightly uncomfortable but continues.
Baxter: Only consensually. I don't know exactly what he did to you but well, I guess you should take your own advice right...don't focus so much on him cuz it only makes you look weaker. Just do the job you have assigned to you. Take out that college skank and then head right over and prove you deserve the TV title more than Chrissy Starr. Don't doubt your skill, Jackson wouldn't have brought you into the fold if he didn't think you had what it takes.
Laila raises an eyebrow
Laila: And what about you? do you think I deserve to be part of the fold?
He takes a minute to think, taking another drag on the joint.
Baxter: You're growing on me.
Laila laughs and then points to the thing in his mouth, which she has no doubt now by the smell is illegal
Laila: You have some balls doing that outside a police station you know.
He looks confused.
Baxter: It's Canada... this shit's legal here....
Laila shakes her head.
Baxter: Girl, stop buggin'
Laila: I assure you, I'm not 'bugging' about anything. it's just as illegal here as the states.
Trey sees a couple officers walking up to the entrance and with a few choice swears he throws the blunt down and stops it out. After their gone he swears again, picking it up and brushing it off before putting it in his wallet. The cab pulls up and they both walk toward it and get in.
Laila: I will expect that you will pay me back as soon as possible. I'm not a former world champ... I only have a measly salary.
Baxter laughs. They get back to the hotel and get on the elevator.
Baxter: What floor are you on?
He's posed with his hand over the buttons.
Laila: 5
Baxter only presses the 5 and leans back against the elevator wall as it starts to move up.
Baxter: Me too... if you want to just stop by my room on the way to yours and I'll give you that cash, otherwise I'll probably forget.
Laila shakes her head.
Laila: Don't' worry about it. I'm sure we'll square it out later.
Baxter looks at her a second and then looks away and shakes his head with a laugh. it makes Laila uncomfortable.
Laila: What was that?
Baxter: What?
Laila: That little laugh there.
Baxter: Oh well it's completely obvious that you're afraid to go to my room. Don't' worry I'm not going to jump you...you're not my type.
Laila looks at him slightly insulted.
Laila: Well... you're not my type either Baxter.
Baxter: Well good. We agree then.
There are a few more minutes of silence and then Laila looks at him and realizes he's staring at her. It's all a flash when suddenly she's kissing him. She doesn't even know what the hell has come over her when the elevator suddenly stops and the doors open. An elderly lady starts to get on. The two separate immediately. It goes up to 5 and they both get off. the old lady smirks at them and gives kissy faces as the doors close. For the first time in months Laila is actually blushing.
Laila: That was a mistake. A lack of judgement from the effects of your illegal substances and obvious alcohol lingering in my blood stream.
Baxter: Right. Call it whatever you want babe.
He laughs and walks down the hall, whistling the same tune from the jail. Laila takes a deep calming breath and walks in the opposite direction.
Laila: Stupid Stupid stupid.
She gets to her room as quick as possible and shuts the door, turning the lock and putting the security lock on.