Cross finally managed to pull himself to the edge of the ring and slide out, onto his feet. He was limping up the ramp, but still managed to find it in himself to slap the hands of as many fans as he could reach. Now he just had to rest up for the next time he and Rez faced each other. He would not lose, he could not lose. This time, they were going to war. And it wouldn't be like a John Cena/Sheamus war, where the outcome was some kind of fluke. This would be the kind of war where the two combatants would drop A Bombs on each other, until the other couldn't even stand to answer that ten count. He turned one last time to look out at the fans before disappearing backstage.
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