Prove Yourself (O2A/Nattie)

[Kenisha Williams]

The sound of Good Girls, Bad Guys faded out as Crack Roxx stood in the middle of the ring. Jay already had a microphone in hand as he stood there. Sporting his new black, white, and blue camoflauge clothes. That Tag Team Championship belt rested around his waist. A nice achievement by yours truly. First ever holder of this belt along with his partner Nattie Roxx. Underneath the jacket that he was wearing, you could plainly see a black t-shirt with bold white writing that spelled out "Rest in Peace" and beneath that it read the numbers "187." And a picture of the man was plastered across the shirt beneath the writing. A shirt made in tribute to his fallen friend that had passed away recently. But this wasn't a time for him to mourn his nigga. Nah. He knew the big homie Murda wouldn't want him to mourn him. He knew the nigga would rather people celebrate his life and keep progressing further in their lives. And that's what he's going to do. As he lifted the microphone up to his lips, it was time to get it crackin' again and give these fans exactly what they came here for....

"Hahahaha... Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.... It's that time again people. It's time for me to proceed to give you what you need. Now... I know there's probably some people in the back right now... Who ain't taken too kindly to what they see in the ring right now. Probably a few people back there who are sitting there with some pouty look on their face... All pissed off and mad right now... Because they aren't the Tag Team Champions of APW... Well... Guess what? Tough luck niggas. Tough tit-tay. Suck it up and keep it moving. There's always next time. There is indeed always a next time for people. Which is what brings me and my partner in crime out here tonight. You see... Since it's obvious that you fools can't come to us... It seems like it's our job to come to you. It's our job to make sure that the fans are entertained enough to stay awake and not be bored to death watching whatever lame fool comes spouting off out the mouth about whatever they have to rattle off their chest. So... We're going to issue an open challenge... As if you didn't see that coming... Cause people are too piss scared to hold more than one round with people around here... But yeah... We're going to issue an open challenge to any tag team... Or hell... Any two fools who would like to take on the Tag Team Champions, Crack Roxx, in this very ring tonight...."

The fans begin to cheer. That's right. That's what they wanted. They wanted to see a show that was worth while. And that's exactly what Jay intends on giving them here tonight.

"Now... Unfortunately... After the display we've seen in the tournament... I don't deem any tag team worthy of these belts... Just yet.... You will have to work your way from the bottom and show that you are ready to go head to head with us for these titles... Which means... This challenge is NOT for the tag team titles... But rather... A non-title match... Why...? Well... Let's see... You need to prove yourself... We need someone to humor as we kick their heads in... And well... I'm just tired of these one shotter people who give up over night... So... It will be a non-title match... To prove you're good enough to beat us... And hell... If you impress us enough... You might get lucky the next round... Like that will happen... Hahahaha... So... Who's it going to be...?"

He lowered the microphone from his lips. Waiting for someone to come out and answer the call...

[Nattie Roxx]

A moment passed, and no one answered. Nattie was laying down between the turnbuckle Eddie-style as she waited, waited, and waited. No one seemed interested. Making a face, she props herself down as a member of the ringside staff hands her a microphone. Adjusting her cap, she gives the camera a smirk, winking at it before bringing the microphone to her lips, "You can't be serious? We're out here, titles around our waists, practically giving a couple backstage a chance to get into the title hunt, and you're telling us that no one interested?" Her shoulders sink as she adjusts her cap again, "Well, that just isn't any fun. Having a title should be fun, right?" She pouts and then unwraps the title around her waist, and places it in both her hands as she looks at it. "I mean, this title is REALLY cool looking, to think that someone doesn't want this is a dead shame. It's a person's chance to perhaps become something more then they already are, and look, you can do many things with it." Nattie adjusts her neck as she begins to use the title as a guitar, "You can go all Hogan with with it, see?" "Voodoo Child" by Jimi Hendrix fills the arena as someone puts boas around Nattie's neck and shoulders. Feeling the moment, Nattie begins to air-guitar, doing her best Hollywood Hogan impersonation, even doing that trademark taunt as the crowd gives her positive feedback. "WHATCHA GONNA DO SISTER, WHATCHA GONNA DO...sorry about that,e-hem," Nattie lets the boas slide down her neck as she puts the title on her shoulders, "Heck if the title was long enough, you could perhaps jump rope with it! And jump roping is always fun! Right Jay?"

[Kenisha Williams]

Awkward. Jay couldn't help but smile as he watched Nattie's display. She was definitely a unique one. That's what he liked about her though. She's not your average run of the mill females that you could swear was a carbon copy of the next chick. He simply just nodded his head to the question she had asked him as he began to lift his microphone up to his lips to respond..

"You're right about that Nattie. These titles are fun. Not only are they fun to have and mess around with... They're a symbol of accomplishment. These titles say that we officially kicked all your asses in the back locker room area and that we are just that much better than you other teams. No matter what you fools try to say about it, the record book does not lie and the videos are proof enough that any and all tag teams in APW are quite simply not up to par. You're not on the same level with Crack Roxx. Hell, you're not even on the same playing field as us. We're on a whole 'nother planet with out level of skill. It's a sad, sad day to see how scared the roster is of Crack Roxx. It's really sad. Guess this means we have the night off or....?"

He paused for a moment. Awaiting someone to cut him off mid-sentence. He found that sad in itself. Having to cut himself off in order to give these people a chance to look good. The Messiah is a kind and generous Messiah.

[Joe Bruiser]

[glow=blue,2,300]Prove what? That you guys just got lucky?[/glow]

Everyone turns to see Joe and Corona standing on the stage.

[glow=blue,2,300]What is left for me to say?[/glow]
Joe shrugs his shoulders.

[glow=blue,2,300]Nothing I know of except, Nattie pulled a rather NICE/AWESOME stunt at the PPV. Nice job I might add but for real why did you do that? To show everyone that you have a bigger dick and more balls then Jason Cross? Well sadly that is probably true.[/glow]

Crowd laughs.

[glow=blue,2,300]But more balls and a bigger dick then me? HELL NO you must be crazy to think that.[/glow]

Corona speaks.

[Corona]

Corona looks at Joe all confused then looked around at the crowd and then back again. He brings his microphone to his lips and begins to talk.

... Yo Joe I didn't think they were asking for people to come out here and talk about their junk man. Come on there is kids down there in the front row for Christ sake.

Corona points down to a group of seats with two kids with their mom and dad. One of the kids had a confused look on their face as they asked their parents what Joe Bruiser was talking about.

Ooo and it looks like little Timmy's dad down there is pissed. Anyway back on topic.

Corona turns his focus onto Jay Crack.

Where the hell do you get off Jay bragging about your teams win for the belts. I mean sure you guys won but it sure as hell wasn't of your own doing. From what I can remember you were getting beat around the ring left and right by me and Joe here.

The crowd starts cheering and laughing but they are cut off by Corona who was trying to go on.

I can have the people in the back roll the tape of the match if you don't remember. Yes?.. No?.. Well anyway I know your thinking that "but we won." "We're the Champs and you're not." And again I'd say, yeah but you yourself didn't pull that win off.

He paused as he was cut off by the crowd with a somewhat mixed reaction. He went on anyway not letting this get to him one bit.

All you did was made your partner do pretty much all of the real work. Which in my opinion isn't fair to your partner. Then you walk out here and act like you completely dominated in that match? That again was something that you're taking away from Miss Roxx over there. She came into that match and dominated. She came into that match and had to held your hand the whole time. And she came into that match and won the whole damn thing. So again in my opinion Mr. Crack, you should just sit back and shut the fuck up for once. Let the real leader of your team take the helm.

Corona lowered his microphone knowing full well that his words would stir up some trouble. It had already got the crowd up on their feet voicing their thoughts of what he had just said.

[Kenisha Williams]

"Ignorance is such sweet bliss, isn't it Mr. Corona? You speak on things that you know nothing about. One, respect those who are far above your level of skills. There's no need for such talk like that. You stupid fuck. Two... Yeah, you guys did do a number on me. Why? I was taking it easy on that night. I was taking a backseat on that night. Why you may ask? Why would Jay Crack perform less than his best on one of the most important matches of that night? It's quite simple really. If you had been paying any attention in recent weeks, you would know that I have taken Ms. Roxx here under my wing. Teaching her a thing or two on how to get it done in the ring. And for that reason, I decided to lay back and not give it my best that night. I know. My fans are deeply saddened that they didn't get to see their favorite wrestler do what he does best in the ring. And that's make fools about of such punk ass bitches like yourself and Mr. Bruiser over there."

He paused for a moment as he pointed over at Joe Bruiser for a moment. Then focusing his attention back on Corona.

"And another thing... It's perfectly understandable for yours truly to take a backseat for that match. Why you may ask is that? Well, for starters... I happened to be in a grueling ladder match that I unfortunately did not win.... You did Corona. Congratulations. After that, I would go on to face you two in a tag team match. We won. Due to me letting Nattie Roxx shine and deliver one hell of an ass kicking. I don't want to steal the glory from my pupil. You may mistake me doing so when I come out here with my partner and throw the challenge out there. But never once did I say that it was all thanks to me. Now did I? You made that assumption. After that tag team match, I still had quite the night ahead of me. Giving it my all against Media. Only to have suffered a loss due to my injuries and lack of rest prior to the match. Even then, I had delivered one hell of a show against a man who was larger than myself. Oh, but the fun doesn't stop there. I would then go on to face Joe Bruiser, your partner, for the World Championship of APW. Which, again, I suffered a loss to, but an understandable loss nonetheless. As I've been involved in a ladder match with five other men, a tag team match, and a singles competition prior to that match.... So... Did I decide to lay back in the tag team match? Yes. Yes, I did. Why? I needed to preserve my energy for the night ahead, while at the same time letting Nattie over here show off her own skills. Letting her steal the show, as I planned, and as I predicted, she handled both of you fools quite well. Now what does that say about you two?"

He raised an eyebrow as he simply shook his head. These ignorant fools and their poor excuse for insults.

"Now... You can go on and use my excuse... Saying you two loss because you also had matches before and afterwards... Joe has little excuse for that. His only other match involved myself for that World Championship. One match afterwards... You have less of an excuse for it. Now... You Mr. Corona can go ahead and talk about the ladder match you had with me. You can go on about your little match with Sinnocence. But big whoop... You won a ladder match. Then you went on to beat another who was involved in her own ladder match. Two battered and beaten people going at it? Sorry if I missed that match, but I could hardly imagine how entertaining that could have been. Oh, but don't think I forgot about Nattie's efforts that night. Going from putting on one hell of a show in the ladder match, to delivering with the utmost skills in our tag match, and unfortunately falling to Jason Cross. That big oaf. You can go ahead and question our tag team match however you want... But either way you look at it... All of us were overbooked simply from the lack of effort put in by the rest of the roster. Go ahead. Belittle me for letting my pupil show me what she learned and putting her training to good use against you two. But either way... The results don't lie. You two lost your chance at the titles. So quit your bitching. Put up or shut up."

He went ahead and stopped. Letting it be open for Nattie to get a word in on the matter at hand.

[Corona]

There is a short pause be for Corona begins to break out in laughter. It was short lived as he brought his microphone to his lips and spoke.

Oh that was a good one Jay. You held yourself back, you were to beaten up to give your best. Well it seems to me that you're making excuses for yourself again, and try back it up with your list of matches from the PPV. Then you try to bring my list from the PPV into the light but leave something out of it. You named the Ladder match that we both were a part of. Which like you stated I won. Then the match with Sinnocence, which I got to admit I got a little carried and shouldn't have JackKnifed her so many times. Poor girl hasn't been seen ever since that night, and I got to say sorry for that. But oh hey with that win guess what? I was crowned King of Olympus, a title I'm glad I won at Climbing Olympus. Then of course the tag match that you two won. Still think it should of gone the other way, but I'm over that now. I would like to congratulate Miss Roxx down there on her win.

He paused as the crowd start yelling and clapping for Nattie. He joined in for a bit but then started signaling to the crowd to stop so he could go on.

Now onto the part you seem to have over look Jay. I had a forth match that night just like yourself. A Ironman match with the newcomer Shawn Stages, who in that match had an impressive showing. He managed to get the first fall, but then I tied it and ended the night with a draw. So lets see you had four matches , I had four matches. You had one win three losses, I had two wins one loss and one draw. Numbers do not lay Jay, and from these numbers here it looks like I did better then you did. Far above my level of skills? I serious fucking doubt it.

Corona lowered his microphone and looked over to Joe with "You got anything to add." look on his face.

[Nattie Roxx]

Nattie begins to laugh as she brings herself back up, sitting on the turnbuckle. "This is just all too hilarious," she begins, looking towards the ceiling as she tries to make herself comfortable. She then looks towards the camera, "What's with men and trying to prove that they're better the one another? Yes, you were all at least double booked at the last show, and yes, you all each suffered at least one loss, but there really isn't a need to try and prove that you're better then the other person. It doesn't prove anything, and only gives you an excuse to claim that you're quote-un-quote, 'better' then the other person." She then jumps down, walks towards Corona and pats him on the shoulder, "Congratulations on your huge win, but you have to admit, Stages certainly had your number in that Ironman match. You were bleeding profusely, and if the match had lasted just a little longer, I'm positive you would have marked your second lost two weekends ago. Not a doubt about it." She then pats him on the back once more, and gives him a kiss on the cheek, "Admit it, you were tired, and just didn't feel like giving it your all in that match, and instead of going for the win, you decided to stall time, a coward's way to avoid a loss." Nattie then struts her way over towards Bruiser, and begins to stroke his afro, giggling, "Don't go killing yourself now, it's not my fault if I play a better 'Joe Bruiser' then Joe Bruiser, penis not needed." She then gives him a kiss on the cheek as well before she walks over to her tag team partner, and placing herself underneath his arm, "Quality over quantity, Jay loses in great matches, and wins in magnificent ones. Something both you can't argue against."

[Corona]

A smile ran across Corona's face as he brought his microphone to his lips.

Thanks for the kiss.

Corona slightly bent forward in a bow movement and quickly stood back up again.

But your comments of my match with Stages are a little off. I can see that Jay hasn't only been teaching you about wrestling, he's also taught you how to get things scrambled around in your head.

There were a lot more boos this time after his comments. Not letting this set him back he went on.

Like I said before when I was addressing your partner. Shawn Stages put on an impressive showing, no doubt about it. He put me through the ringer, but don't get me confused with Jay over there. I don't hold back in any of my matches. I take ever last one of them very seriously, every last one. Which is why it end like it did, both of us pushed yourselves to the limit. And yeah I probably was run down before that match, but it sure as hell didn't stop me from doing what was needed to be done. And thats doing me damn job and fighting my ass off no matter who's in the other corner, and putting on a great show for the fans. Not half ass it like some pompous ass that thinks he's some damn "Messiah" of APW.

Corona lowered his microphone once more waiting for the next person to talk.

[Nattie Roxx]

Nattie scratches her head confused, "What? You mean Christian Pryce is in this promo?"

[Kenisha Williams]

"Where? Mr. Identiy Crisis #983287392? Where are you?"

Jay looks for this pompous false Messiah that Cruz Corona had seemingly confused himself with. He didn't see anyone else but them. He simply shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.

"Who ever are you talking about Mr. Corona? Are you seeing things or something? A little delusional, it seems. No matter. You seem to confuse me with other people. You want to say I do things half assed? Ha. That's funny. That's really funny. On one single, solitary night that I choose to take things easy.... I'm the one who's half assing it in this company. That's almost... laughable. Almost. But not quite."

He began to shake his index finger on his free hand left to right slowly.

"In all honesty... If I was as half ass as you claimed I was... APW would be six feet under right now. There would have been no reconstruction of this company. There would be no ratings. There would be no reason for anyone to even remotely try to keep going. I'm the driving force that continues to push APW to a degree that people actually enjoy themselves. There's only but a handful here at the moment that I'd say would be able to carry this place on their back if I were to bow out right now. And unfortunately, you're not one of them. And with the lack of communication with your little buddy right there... Seems like our beloved APW World Champion ain't shit. Just like the previous holder of the title. Seriously... I didn't think things could have gotten any worse than Krametor... But I suppose I have that kind of effect on people. You know. Being left speechless.... You know that feeling very well."

Shaking his head. He simply sighed.

"If I remember correctly... You were another one of the long list people that I had beaten in singles competition. What was it again? You zoned? Day dreaming? Whatever that pathetic excuse you used was for being left speechless. Oh well. Old news. Anyways... Why not make this match official? I'm growing rather tired of such boring conversations with peons. I could find more exciting things to do with Nattie here rather than falling asleep in the ring listening to another one of your lame excuses for an insult."

[Corona]

Corona shook his head at this point. Bored to death of the lame brain antics of these two and the lack of support from Bruiser. He raised his microphone to his lips one last time.

Like you I'm also tired of this never ending round-a-bout you call a promo. So yeah lets just call it official and we'll see you two later on tonight.

Corona dropped his microphone on the mat and did a one armed hand stand over the top rope. Leaving Joe in the ring Corona made his way to the back to get ready for his matches tonight. Looks like another busy night for APW's King of Olympus.



(end for Cruz)