"Nattie-T Me!" (o2 Jen)

[Nattie Roxx]

It hasn't been the best of weeks for Nattie Roxx, being on the losing end of her last two matches, ultimately eliminating her from the GCW Debutante Title hunt, depriving all her Nattitics the chance of enjoying a GCW Debutante Title run (assuming the likes of Jenniferholics, Lessianiacs, Shelbicles, and Ashleeps aren't within the Nattitic fan base), however short it just might of been, but even so a huge pop from the crowd occurred as her theme music hit the arena, and she came in dancing to her usual beat. Giving the fans fives, hugs, and even giving a lucky one her baby blue hat, undoing her pig tails as she did so, causing her long black hair to now flow behind her beautifully. Once in the ring, she motioned for her theme music to stop as she got handed a microphone from a member of the GCW personnel staff.

"Yo," she begins, winking at the camera, as the two scrunchies which once gave her, her desired hair-do now laid within her free hand, "Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, children of every gender, age, and race, I'm sorry that I disappointed all of you last week, getting the first to get that metaphoric boot and all, but if anyone is a master at applying roll-ups then by golly, it certainly is that Crymson girl. DAAAAAANG, did she really latch that move onto me." She shakes her head as she tries to get the image out of her head, "But I'm not here to complain, nope! Not at all. Because you see, I have two scrunchies in my hand." She holds them up, each matching the color of her skirt, "And while I could use both to get my awesome-possum hair-do back, I have a better idea. You see, I'm going to give one of them to someone, someone who is in dire need of a scrunchy, and someone who is great friend of mine." She then pauses to cause the desired anticipation. "Jennifer Drew." The crowd erupts, and Nattie waits for them to settle down before continuing.

"You see, Jennifer and I have been in three companies together before, GCW being on of them, at the same time. YET, never-ever have we ever had a singles match up. Never. It was never booked. It never happened. I was more of a tag team gal, and I was quite successful in that little venture." Chants of "Crack Roxx" begins to surface and Nattie nods approvingly in return, "Thank you, undefeated for life!" She holds up a fist, sticking her tongue out valiantly, "Nevertheless, tonight I was given the approval to FINALLY get that tick off my shoulder. And Jennifer's hair is really freaking long this year, and she could REALLY use this scrunchy, if not both!" She begins to laugh to herself, "So, if Jennifer Drew, in the back, would like to make this match happen, then please do accept this item of gratitude."

[Jennifer Drew]

Gear on, music playing, belt around my waist and a microphone tucked in ready to go. I still didn't feel like me just yet, but I can't just stay away and shut my mouth forever. I'd already failed at that. So I marched straight down to face Nattie in the middle of the ring.

Hang on a minute.

I've got something to say. Apparently everyone already knows where I was last week. Maybe having a few drinks, giving the paparazzi a taste of the ¡EXPLOSIVO!, looking a little worse for wear as a result?

And you're disappointed I'm just going to toss a couple back then come out here, act like a goddamn champion and kick one of the three asses hurtling toward me? Come on! We're all still cool unless you're buying into the whole train wreck thing. This is fine.

I don't have to act out in a vaguely KITSU-y manner and uh, maybe keep reminding people I'm so painfully Japanese.

I don't have to become some knife-wielding sociopath and get all bloody and stabby whenever the mood hits me, all the while trying to assure everyone I'm really just your friendly girl next door.

I don't have to try and get attention by giving some lucky girl the opportunity to beat me up and send me off to a cute little condo in Kowloon where I'll never be seen or heard from again if we're all lucky.

Oh, by the way I'm glad you saved me the breath, Less, because you know I was going to tell you to fuck off. Say you made me all you want, but everyone with two eyes and a brain knows I destroyed you to make it opening night of the Lessien Melawasul Good Riddance Retirement Tour.

Wrapped up in a neat little package. Now I turn to the other side of the ring.

Nattie Roxx, totally didn't forget you were here, the only clothing accessory I need constricting any part of my body is this.

I said, tracing the faceplate's lovely texture for effect. Clearly, there's nothing particularly adversarial about our relationship, otherwise I wouldn't have fed her such an obvious setup.

I can believe in it. This won't just walk away from me, or get up and hit me in the back, or rat me out to someone who wants to permanently shatter my leg.

Trance broken, back to making normal human eye contact.

Iwouldn't exactly call myself “damaged goods.” I like you, Nattie. Believe me. You may have come up short in the four way but one day, you're going to be main eventing. Probably against me. I'm no idiot. I can sense what's right in front of my face.

That scrunchie, it smells like the shampoo you're going to tell me about later, but it smells a little bit more like...



betrayal.

[Nattie Roxx]

Nattie, quite confused, because she made sure she used the Coconut-scented shampoo that she has used since she was a child (ah, the memories) brought the scrunchies to her nose and took a whiff. Pursing her lips, she begins to make an objection, "So...either you're horridly lacking Wolverine's keen sense of smell, or you just REALLY hate coconuts." She then looks at the camera, smiles, and puts on a fake announcing voice, the voice you would hear during a lame infomercial "X-Men Origins: Wolverine starring Hugh Jackman, in theaters TODAY." Cue shine on her white teeth. Turning her attention back towards Jennifer Drew, "Nevertheless, I would never betray you! Look at my attire. Do you see anything remotely scarlet? I didn't think so. I'm also not stone-cold crazy, and consistently talking to myself either. Though, I do have a have to say I really do have this ACTIVE imagination, why just the other night I was playing with your official GCW action figure; which by the way they totally captured your face correctly, unlike mine. Pssh, but that's another story, and I had you set up against Pyror. And you guys were battling on molten lava, with lazors going off all around you, almost killing you. But out of nowhere, Brent Starr comes in from his Star Fighter, pew-pew-pew-pew, almost killing Jon Pyro, whom by the way I made secret lovers, don't tell anyone, and then you kicked him. And he crashed died. Then he cried. AND BY GOD IT WAS JUST AMAZING." She then pauses to take a deep breath before continuing. "Then in comes Jack Jyndal and Michelle Tosso who are also a couple, and they simply stick their noses up, and laugh at your puny dispute, then Tosso kicks dust in Pyror's eyes, making him cry EVEN MORE. Then, then, then..." Nattie then places a hand on her chin, and begins to think, making a long "hmming" noise, "Christian Pryce, and his best friend Hollywood Haven come into the scene---I'm not boring you, am I?"

[Jennifer Drew]

Bored? No, it's not that...

I just... Look I'm in kind of a weird place and hearing this stuff just kind of... sets me off.

No this wasn't a rage “set off.” I felt an inexplicable depression coming on during that story.

I can overlook the Jyndal/Tosso pairing even though I'm not sure what the state of Illinois would say. But really, them being total jerks and adding insult to injury like that is actually kind of making me sad.

Especially since you having me just cold killing his boyfriend in front of him. Before they could even tell the world. And then I'm just standing there laughing maniacally. I assume.

That's like the worst thing I've ever done in a fan fic. Well, one that isn't filthy.

Must keep talking before I remember and get sick.

What are you demonizing me preemptively? So you and Jay, yeah that's right I stayed in canon, can kick back one day and talk about how you beat my murderous, paranoid ass all over the place after this goes down?

And if not then why am I out murdering? What did happen to Pryce and Haven? And where does everyone else, like say oh, I don't know Victor Wayne, stand in all this?