"Gonna list my credentials!" (o2a)

[Nattie Roxx]

Popcorn in hand, and still wearing her "SMACK PIZZA!" t-shirt from earlier Nattie Roxx was now center stage in the ring, waiting for the crowd to settle down after her no-less-then-stellar entrance music. The fans earlier knew she was already in the building, at least, those who payed attention to:

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So, her debut was only a surprise to those who didn't pay attention (which you should totally do) but still managed to get a decent pop from the crowd. She had a following from her stint in APW, and the flooding of Facebook and MySpace comments from GCW's purchase of APW often brought up questions on rather or not her contract transferred over to the Chicago-based company. She was finally settling all to rest, despite the endeavors she took upon leaving the wrestling world for a couple short months, such as being concession staff for the Seattle Seahawks. "There's one thing that really bugs me," she begins, "And that's the fact that this popcorn, just doesn't taste as well as APW's, I mean...I think it might be the salt, but nevertheless, I suppose it's something that I'm going to get used too, right?" She smiles as the crowd actually understood her metaphor. Oh, how smart the GCW crowd was, well, at least her fan base. She takes another handful before continuing, "That is right! You see, despite this popcorn not tasting the same as the flavor that I'm used too, I'm still out here, and I'm still in tip-top shape to be involved into this wrestling brigade. Granted, it took a month or so to get myself back into this shape, but that's more then what a certain someone could say." She smiles as the crowd laughs at her small joke. "Sorry, sorry, but Jennifer, I couldn't not make that joke. But all honestly aside, I'm not here to win any titles, at least, not for the time being. I haven't climbed up that ladder yet. Everything I did in APW, which was namely just impersonating Joe Brusier, and being one-half of the undefeated tag-team champions, Crack Roxx," the crowd cheers, "Doesn't count. This is a whole new slate, and brand new adventure. I'm at the bottom of the barrel, I'm--" She was then interrupted by someone's entrance music. Just who was that someone?

[Crymson]

That theme song would be that of Crymson. The lights surrounding the ring started pulsing, and she exited the backstage area with a microphone in her hand, remaining at the top of the ramp. "Whoa, whoa, whoa... don't be so hard on yourself... Granted, I came from a place that I accomplished a hell of a lot... a lot more than it sounds like you did, from what I'm hearing...


... No offense..." She said, "But honestly... all of this living in the past stuff? It's honestly the first downfall. I'm living proof."

She nodded her head, agreeing with herself as the fans react to her interruption. It hadn't been an easy transition to any year outside her rookie year, but Crymson was bound and determined to make sure that year number 3 was a year of change.

"But, anyways... lets get back onto the task at hand. One thing that I did notice... is, you, are an accomplished tag team Debutante? Yes? Judging from the name, I'm FAMILIAr with your tag team partner... a Jay Crack, was it? Yes, I'm slightly familiar with him...

But you, I'm afraid, I don't know at all. Sure, a few of these fans may know... but you have yet to introduce yourself to the rest of the roster! You're out there in the ring, a microphone in your hand, and the first thing you do is say something about the popcorn, not, "Hi, I'm so-and-so... nice to meet you!" or something like that.

So, here, let me start. I'll say who I am, and say why I'm out here... then you can, okay?

I'm Claire Arlett... these fans know me better as Crymson, a VWE Legend. What I'm out here for, is to run a little welcome wagon. See, you paint yourself an accomplished tag team wrestler... and I'm looking to get into the tag team game to wake management up to create some Debutante Tag Titles. What I would like, is for you to find a partner, and face myself and my partner, KITSU, later tonight on LockUP!. Okay, now that that's out of the way...

It's your turn..."

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["Black Widow" Manami Kuroguchi]

The entrance music belonged to a newcomer to GCW, one Manami Kuroguchi. Walking out onto the stage, she is dressed in a style of Robe that would be very familar to any Joshi fan in attendance, as would she. Methodically walking down to the ring, Manami looks at the ignorant, fat lazy American fans and she could tell right away she was going to be hated by them. Quickly walking up the ring steps, she hops over the ring ropes from the apron and leans down to get the mic setting in the corner by the ring post.

As her music is cut, she takes a deep breath of the air in the arena. Something about that smell Got her in the zone she needed to be in. When she was done clearing her head, she looks at Nattie with a neutral look on her face hiding the disdain she felt for American women's wrestlers.

" Yes, you are at the bottom of the barrel along with every other disgustingly untalented, boring, Barbie wannabe 'Wrestlers' in the back."

Manami had spent months before her debut here in America brushing up on the pop culture and boning up on her English, getting rid of the accent American's loved to make fun of in Japanese people.

" Don't like the truth Nattie? Well join the club, because you are as ignorant as all the fat, obnoxiously stupid fans in attendance. "

Smiling at the boo that got her, she just keeps going.

" You come out here talking about popcorn and acting stupid when you should be serious. I knew women's wrestling was a joke here in America, but i didn't know it was THIS bad... "

Looking at Crymson, someone she could somewhat respect, Manami goes easier on her.

" Ah, the legendary Crymson. A pleasure to meet you...even though it is here in an arena filled with filthy Gaijin. My name is Manami Kuroguchi. "

"Even though Crymson was a Gaijin as well, Manami had a shread of respect for her. She took the business seriously, something she could admire.

[Crymson]

"eh... *sigh*... fuck." she said, under her breath before bringing the microphone to her lips. "I'd like to know where all of this sudden, out of the blue respect comes from after you come out here and dog my country and audience..."

She looks around, to a surprising cheer from the audience before continuing. A "USA, USA" chant had already risen up.

"Alright, it looks to me that Kitsu may have a night off, or have to find someone else to play with, since this is quite the situation that I've stepped into here. Now, "Nattie," I'm assuming, since Tojo here seems to know who you are...

How about we raincheck any type of tag team thingy, and I can just get an up close and personal look at you and this other newcomer in a say... triple threat? Hm? Since I highly doubt that this one would team with you anyways... and I'm not teaming with anybody outside of Kitsu..."

[Nattie Roxx]

Nattie rolls her eyes, "These people surroundings us got the metaphor...I-don't-know-your-name," she was referring to Manami, "So, I don't know how it went over you head, but I wasn't just talking about popcorn. ORVILLE REDENBACHER'S, by the way." She turns herself around, showing the logo, "The popcorn of GCW. SO! In fact, I don't even know how you know mine, unless of course, you were checking GCW.com, which everyone should, it's MY homepage." Nattie just seemed to be screaming with product placement. She was the Michael Jordan of GCW. What's next? Maybe Hanes, never Victoria's Secret. "I love the truth actually. Truth of fun, truth of great. I don't mind being compared to Barbie, I still have my own private collection of dolls. Even the absurdly ridiculous ones. However, disgracing these fans is something I'm not feeling too keen on. They paid to see you, why insult them?"

She then turned her focus on Crymson. "While your tag idea was nice, I personally didn't want to team with her. Just something doesn't click between me and, who I assume is the master of the Air Raid Crash. So, I totally prefer this triple threat thing we have going on here. Should fit in nicely, especially could help break in these NIKE wrestling boots. Been a while since I put these on. Just do it."

["Black Widow" Manami Kuroguchi]

Having a hearty laugh, Manami shakes her head and replies to both of them.

" Wow, I should have expected this. One of you is ignorantly using a World War two racist term and the other is whoring herself out to corporate America. "

Looking squarely at Nattie, Manami gets serious for a second.

" The Air Raid Siren was invented by Mariko Yoshida, as much as I would love to be considered in the same class as her she is far better then I. Now as for this triple threat, I'm up for it. Although I'd love to get both of you in singles matches some time later. "

[Crymson]

"Whoa, whoa... what happened to all of the respect we had when we came out here? Remember? Legend me? Yes?"

She waved her hand at the Japanese girl. "Alright, whoever you are... I can see how you change moods in an instance. Tell ya what... you can have your one on one with me the moment I know who the hell you are... but for now? Enjoy your free feel out in a three way... God knows how often I adapt to the times anyways... You'll never fight the same Crymson twice. Guaranteed.

So... seeing as we're all set up for tonight... I guess that I can amscray while she starts naming audience members, yes?"