Our Last Match (O2 Cruz)

[nolanrox]

Nolan comes down the ramp, no music, no pyro, no expression. The area is dead quite. Everyone is still amazed how he beat Cruz and Warrior in that Triple Threat match. I mean come on, Warrior and Cruz wooped and him the whole freaking match. Nolan is dressed pretty casual. White shirt with his logo, Camo swintrunks, ankle socks and slip-on vans. Everyone thinks he's depressed, but why would he, he and Cruz's record is tied 2-2, he just won a huge match at the last Full Throttle, why would he be depressed, maybe because APW is going to the off-season after Game Over! and thats one of the main reasons why Nolan is out here. Nolan climbs onto the apron and goes in between the top and middle ropes. He goes over to the announcer and requests a mic. He grabs the mic and starts to speak.

Cruz...I want you to get out here, right now!

[Corona]

Bleed It Out plays and Cruz Corona steps out from the back microphone in hand. He made his way down to the ring as fans stood and cheered.

CO-RO-NA! CO-RO-NA! CO-RO-NA!

Corona got to the ring steps and started signing to the crowd to stop. He climbed the steps and hopped over the ring ropes into the ring. Corona slumped down onto the turnbuckle but was still somewhat standing. Bring the microphone to his mouth and spoke.

Well you wanted me out here...What is it you want?... You want to brag about your win at Full Throttle or something?

Corona waited for Nolan's reply.

[nolanrox]

Nolan chuckles a little bit because, his win was fun, but he wished could've pinned Cruz.

Ha! No...I ask you to get out here because Game Over is coming soon and this will be our last match of the season. Now, you had your favorite, so now its time for mine...A Tables....Ladders...AND CHAIRS MATCH!

[Corona]

Corona smiled he wanted to end this and now he'll have his chance. He brought the microphone to his lips and spoke.

Well well well... You really must have thought long and hard about what our last match should be. And it sounds like a good idea to me. I just got one question thought... Do you think you can keep up with me in a TLC match with that bum leg of yours? On second thought don't answer that. It really doesn't matter anymore, I'm still going to take you out at Game Over. Be it beating you in this ring or beating you outside the arena. In the stands, in the back it doesn't matter. Because I'm going to leave you a bloody mess, and walk out of Game Over still standing.

Corona lowered the microphone and waited for Nolan.

[nolanrox]

Wow..."a bloody mess" *cough* Ya...hehe...NO! My knee feels a lot better and if you noticed, i'm not wearing the knee brace anymore. You know, in my career...i've never lost a TLC match, never! This is the match that i'll beat your ass in, I will shove that 15 foot ladder straight up your ass and make then hit you with Raining Blood for the 1, the 2 and the 3.

Nolan stands in the ring as the crowd starts to chant Nolanrox! Nolanrox! Nolanrox!

[Corona]

HA!...Bull shit I'm not letting your lame Sprite drinking ass do that move to me ever again...

Corona's face at this point started to turn red. His anger was boiling over and he wanted to knock Nolan's head off his shoulders. But even though he wanted to do it he knew he had to wait for Game Over. One last time Corona brought the microphone to his lips.

I don't care if you never lost in a TLC match in your whole career. I don't care that your win/loss record is 5-5, or that our match record is 2-2 a piece. I don't even care if I lose at Game Over... As long as I know that you don't walk away from the PPV at 100%....I'll be just fine. Hell I'll risk my own body just to make sure you can't leave the arena by your own free will.

Corona dropped the microphone and walked up to Nolan. Both men never broke eye contact. The crowd was going nuts as some where cheering Corona and the others where cheering for Nolan.

[nolanrox]

I swear on James Marshall Hendrix's grave, I will beat you at Game Over!

Nolan looks directly into the eyes of Cruz as they touch forehead and push each other back and forth, Nolan stops and starts to stare at Cruz and 5 seconds later...the lights go out, and he's at the stage like magic.

[Corona]

Corona shook his head at Nolan's bad attempt at mind games. Corona brought the microphone to his lips again.

Ok now that your on the stage. Do you mind coming back down here? Or do I have to come after you like last time? Oh you remember right? Me with my bat, you running like a wuss hiding in your bathroom.

The crowd that was cheering for Corona earlier were laughing as the others were booing him. Corona payed no attention to them. Corona just stood here waiting for a reply.

[nolanrox]

Nolan looks around the crowd as they chant Beat His Ass, Beat His Ass. He thinks to himself, if I got and beat up Cruz, then people will know that Cruz is a woos, but if I leave, then I'd be the woos. Nolan looks at Cruz and the chants still go on. He starts to walk down the ramp and half way there he starts to sprint, he slides into the ring and performs a Rolling Kip-up and then stares into the eyes of Cruz. The chants start to change, Lets Go Nolan, Nolan Sucks, Lets Go Nolan, Nolan Sucks.

[Corona]

Corona tossed the microphone aside and returned the stare from Nolan. He wanted to lay him out here and now, but he want to make sure there was something left for the PPV. Corona finally spoke with a few choice F themed words. The F-bombs stopped falling after a few seconds and Corona pointed to one of the sides of the ring. The side he pointed to happened to be the side that cheered him the most. He made his way slowly with his eyes still on Nolan to that side. Corona then broke his eye contact and faced the crowd, and started to yell to them to get up and get loud. There was a good amount of noise but Corona thought they could be louder so he yelled over the noise.

COME ON GIVE IT ALL YOU GOT!

The fans responded in turn by adding stomps and applause. Corona continued to keep this little act up for a few minutes.