Peon Warm Up (O2A)

[Kenisha Williams]

Rick Ross: Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'

That's the sound of the Messiah of APW. Instant cheers. Instant support. Wave your signs in the air. Your TRUE savior is here. That man... was Jay Crack. Pushing his way through the clouds of smoke and the flaps to the M.V.P. balloon tent. Stepping out on the stage with that smirk on his face. Nodding his head. Laughing to himself. He held his arms out at his side, just soaking in the undeniable love of the crowd. Lowering his arms, he began to make his way down towards the ring. A little pep in his step as he walks down the ramp. Pausing every few steps to look out at the audience until he had made his way off the ramp. Jay extended his arms out to the fans reaching over the barricade. Slapping high fives and shaking hands with those lucky enough to reach him.

After being greeted by the front row welcoming committee, Jay proceeds to make his way around to the side of the ring. Stepping up the steel stairs and onto the ring apron. Pausing for a moment on the ring apron, he turns to look at the audience. Throwing his arms up in the air, Jay was flashed by the masses. Not like that you sicko. Get your mind out of the gutter. Flash photography people. Not like you think. After the millions of camera shots from every angle imaginable, Jay climbed through the ropes into the ring. After getting into the ring, time for the trademark rush towards the ropes. Bouncing, he came to a slow halt and dropped down to slap the mat. Standing back up, Jay held his arms out. Cheers from the fans again. Slipping one hand behind his back and raising his other to his neck, it was time for the business again. Jay grabbed the microphone out of his pocket. Motioned for his music to be cut off so that he can speak. Once the music was off, Jay brought the microphone forward, looked out to the cheering fans, lifted the microphone, and began to speak....

"Now... I know the past few weeks have been rough. Seems I've hit some sort of losing streak, after havinga winning streak. Unfortunately for those who pray for my downfall... It ain't stopping me. My first loss in this streak? Against the legend Kade Kronin who also happens to be our General Manager. That loss ain't stopping me. He's more experienced and I gave it my all. I feel no shame in losing. The second loss? It was against the piece of crap we call our World Champion who could not defeat me without using weapons in order to get the job done. Did it stop me? Hell no. I'm still standing. I'm still here. And the last lost on this streak? Happens to be against the World Champion in a match made by our beloved CEO Katanna. Yeah. I lost. But honestly... Do I feel shame? Hell no. Losing against Krametor again? Pfft. Yeah. I lost. Reason why? Well, of course I'm going to be feeling the effects from the Street Fight match. I'll admit it. I didn't go into either of those matches expecting to win."

A confused reaction from the fans. They didn't expect to hear this. Jay simply shrugged his shoulders. He was only being honest. He was only telling the honest to goodness truth. Stepping into the ring with that behemoth, Jay knew that the odds were stacked against him. But he went in and went out fighting.

"Why didn't I expect to win? Well, isn't it quite obvious? The size and weight of me going against that sideshow freak of a horror movie reject? Seriously... It was a David and Goliath fight.And I lost... But you know what? I got more heart, more respect, more cahones, and more ability in my pinky finger than that bastard has in all 7 foot 3 inches 400 pounds of his body. Why? Cause he's a punk who's a scared ass pussy who only gets by with using brute force by way of injection in the ass. But check it out... Regardless of my losses? I have myself another chance against his ass... Along with four other men in that ring. A battle royal that leads to an Elimination Chamber for the World title."

The fans cheer. This brought a smirk to his face. Nodding his head. A slight laugh. He knew the fans enjoyed the sound of that. He knew he did when Katanna made the announcement. He didn't think that she would have put him in the match. But he's not going to complain about it.

"But that's not what I'm out here for. No. You see... What I'm out here for is a warm up match. I'm here looking for a warm up from one of the few peons left in this company. So who's it going to be? Doesn't matter who it is. I'll take any and all challengers that come my way like I have before and always will. So.. Who's it going to be peons?"

[Nattie Roxx]

Anberlin's "Reclusion" hits the arena, as the fans cheer for favorite APW jobber, Nattie Roxx. Now, she had some major wins with the company, only two to be exact, but that never stopped her from taking up a challenge, even if she does have a Steel Cage match later this evening. Stopping in her tracks before she reaches the entrance ramp, she quickly turns back around, and quickly regrets even allowing her entrance music to even be playing throughout the arena, and runs back behind the entrance curtain, as the arena goes completely silent.

Behind the curtain, Nattie took a few deep breaths, setting her hand against a nearby wall. She had no clue what she was getting herself into, seeing that the person she just ran away from was a potential World APW Champion. But then...she got to thinking. She had beaten Skullinator three weeks ago, and he IS world champion. Even if the victory was by any means, a miracle Nattie still had SOMETHING.

Again, her entrance music hits the arena, and the crowd reacts once more, happy that Nattie decided to change her mind, some even screaming "WAY TO GO NATTIE," as Nattie gave the person a nod, and brought a mic to her lips. "Sorry about that," she begins, smiling, "I was second guessing myself, and well...I suppose that happens rather often. ANYWAYS, if anyone knows of a vibrant losing streak, it's me, Nattie Roxx. I've only had two victories , the rest have been loses, so I figured Mr. Crack could use an easy victory. It's not like I'm wrestling to win, anyways, hehe. Besides, the fans love you, it would be shame if this pay-per-view didn't have a Mr. Crack Showcase."

[Kenisha Williams]

Well... This was certainly a surprise to him. Didn't expect to get an opponent like this, but he wasn't going to complain. He didn't knock women's abilities in the ring. Well, maybe in America... Them girls he sees on television got nothing on Japanese women. Maybe he's just watching the wrong shows or something. Anyways... Back to reality Jay. You got an opponent now. A smirk crossed his lips. Lifting the microphone up... He responded...

"Interesting. Very interesting. Didn't think I was going to get an opponent like this. No offense. Normally my opponents don't look this good. Ya know? Heh, heh. Anyways.... What we have here... You're saying is that we will be... Puting one losing streak against another's? I've got no problem with that. No problem with that at all... Mrs.... Ms.... Roxx is it?"

Crack Roxx, heh, heh. What a name for a team. If they were to be a team. But back to the match Jay, stop with the mind wandering.

"I've got no problem with facing you in the ring tonight. You want to be my opponent? That's fine. It will be a simple singles match. Nothing special. No weapons needed. Just simply put your skills to the test against my skills and we'll see which loser wins. Yeah?"

A smile forms. Probably not the funniest joke, calling them both losers. But hey, it's what came to mind.

[Nattie Roxx]

"Sounds fine to me!" Nattie responds, "This, undoubtedly, will be the worst match on the card. We have winners versus winners, champions versus contenders, but in this case...we have losers versus losers! Who ever wins will be the biggest of them all!" She pauses for a moment as she realizes what she just said, "Um...perhaps reverse that; the loser of the match is the worst this company has to offer!" Nattie then shrugs, "Well, at least we have catchy tunes for our entrance music."

[Kenisha Williams]

"You got that right. Dub this match "The Biggest Loser Match."

Jay shook his head. Oh the irony of talking about how big of a loser they were and how horribly it was going to be for the fans to sit through it. Of course, it was all in fun. Jay laughed slightly. He seen the fans reaction to these two in the ring. They seemed to be enjoying this... stand up comedy?

"Who ever walks out of this ring to night has to live with being APW's Worst of All Time. Heh, heh. Don't even know why this company puts up with people like us. I mean... Come on... Really now... Do you people enjoy this...? Are you not entertained?"

The fans cheer at Jay's words. Nodding his head. He began to wave his arms up and down to get the fans to increase their volume. Which, they did so.

"Damn. Those crickets do chirp loudly, don't they? Not a peep coming from these fans. Hahaha..."