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 Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 9:09 pm
Travis took only a moment before repeated the same weary-process of getting up. He was completely drained, most likely due to the fact he was still feeling the effects of the 5 Seconds of Hell match. He tried to shake it off, as he approached his adversary and attempted to lift him up and make another attempt in catching Cross in the Skylight.
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 9:17 am
Using what seemed like it was either the last of his energy, or damn close, Cross looked to pull Travis down into a small package as he went to pick him up. He wasn't expecting to get the pin, but maybe get a few more seconds to regroup.
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 3:04 pm
Travis didn't quite kick out of the pin, he didn't have the energy. His tactic was simply maneuvering his body into a position where he could raise his shoulder, which he did after a VERY close 3 count. He didn't get up yet... it seemed like both men had worked eachother to exhaustion. The idea of this match ending in a double 10-count wasn't a bad one at this point, but the crowd didn't want to see that as they were in an uproar of cheers trying to motivate both men to get back on their feet.
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 6:44 pm
Cross could hear the ref begin to count. He didn't know if he had what it took to get to his feet. He was so tired, he felt as if he could lay there forever. As the fans began to get louder, however, it urged him, and more than likely, his opponent on. He slowly moved outside of the ring and tried to pull himself up while laying on the ring apron. He was relatively certain Travis would be up before him.
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 10:09 pm
The fans were Travis' motivation to press onward, just as they always had been. His body seemed to almost float up from the mat. Although his body language expressed exhaustion, his eyes burned with a passion that could be sensed throughout the arena. Travis looked on at Chris Cross, and he cracked a smile.
Raising his hands above his head, Travis began a clap that was quickly followed by every person in the arena, who was now on their feet. The Nightsky had joined the crowd in cheering for Cross to get up, and quickly became just as eager to continue the match as the fans in the arena were to see it.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 7:27 pm
Cross got to his feet at the count of eight, having only made that because of the fans and Travis. He stood outside the ropes and looked in at his opponent. He had been given the same respect he showed earlier in the match, which let Cross know that, no matter how the match turned out, the match was an honorable one.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 7:46 pm
And honor was a strict part of Travis' code when it came into the ring, it was the reason he hardly utilized the fact EEW was always contested under extreme rules. Member of the Tapout Mafia or not, Chris Cross had earned his respect.
Travis paced a bit, waiting for Cross to get back into the ring so they could continue the match.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 11:00 am
At this moment, Cross decided to go for broke and took to the top rope, going for a springboard sleeperslam. He'd be lucky if he even hit his mark, not even factoring in the high counter probability. At least he would give these fans one hell of a finish.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 6:11 pm
Travis had 3 options. The first as to get hit by the move, which wasn't really an option at all. The second would be counter it, which seemed like it might not be too hard. The third option was the one Travis went with, which was running and ducking under Cross as he came through the air. He bounced off of the ropes and came running back at Cross for an attempted spear upon his reaching the ground.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 11:33 am
Cross had only a split second to think, but he didn't. As soon as his brain told him to go for a drop toehold, he was hit with the spear. He knew he should have let instinct kick in, but it was a huge error on his part, possibly fatal. Not literally, of course, but as far as the match goes.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 1:15 pm
Gore Gore Gore!!!!
The words played through Travis' mind over and over while both men were on the ground. Yet still, the audience kept cheering and cheering. He stood up, and raised his arms. He looked down at Cross, part of him wanted to go for the pin attempt right there, but the other part wanted these fans to have something more epic to go home and talk about. Travis made his way towards the turnbuckle and began to scale it. Once he was positioned on the top rope, he would leap up, then forward, attempting to nail Cross with The Travesty!
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 1:47 pm
Cross was unable to put his knees up, but he was able to get his elbows pointed towards the oncoming Travis. He knew he couldn't avoid all the impact, but maybe he could keep Travis away from the pin long enough to recover. This was his last bid for victory.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 2:53 pm
Travis landed right ontop of Cross, and instantly rolled over onto his back. "The old elbow into the back trick..." He muttered to himself as he arched his body, holding his back. It wasn't as bad as landing on his opponents' knees, but as far as buying some time was concerned, it may just work. It only took a couple moments before Travis rolled back over, throwing an exhausted arm over Cross.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 4:53 pm
The count seemed to take forever for Cross. One. What seemed like an eternity passed as he began to will his shoulder up. Two. It would take everything he had, but he was going to go out guns blazing. Thr-No! Almost there and Cross got his shoulder up and inch. Just enough for the ref to stop the count, but not enough to instill any kind of awe into the audience. He knew that just wouldn't do, but it was all he had.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 5:40 pm
Travis lay there, sore and completely drained. Too tired to attempt an offense, yet so tired that an attempt of any kind of defense might see him collapsing onto the mat. Sweat poured out of his entire body, his pants were pretty drenched, it felt as though his boots were filled up with his own perspiration.
So there they were, two superstars who had put everything they had into a match that wasn't even finished. "What now?" Travis mouthed, then soon decided to sit up. His first attempt failed miserably. So miserably, in fact, that the audience hadn't even noticed it. But to Travis, it seemed like torture just trying to flex his abs enough to even try. His second try was more successful, as his upper body slowly rose from the mat, almost resembling the Undertaker.
Travis was panting, his throat felt like it was starting to close in, and he knew that something, anything would probably be the deciding factor at this point in the match. His eyes gazed over to his adversary, Christopher Cross. This man had given him probably the best match he'd had since he first showed up here in EEW. The thought made Travis chuckle a bit, but he stopped the moment he began to cough. His throat simply wasn't moist enough to allow him to laugh at the moment.
He continued to sit there, trying to decide what the hell he was going to do next.
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