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This s**t was crazy!

Travis smirked, having the same thoughts as Marxx. He had no personal beef with the man, so perhaps it was the two of them who deserved the cases after all. All the fans in the audience were on their feet erupting in cheers as Travis and Marxx both became so close to victory. His adrenaline was pumping so hard that Travis was shaking as he reached up and grabbed the top of the case, fidgeting with the latch to try and pull it down.

This was the last thing Travis had expected--or wanted--to happen. The briefcase was unhooked, and just dangling on the rope as Travis looked forward just in time to see Buddy C come barreling after him.

There was no time for any witty or vulgar comments from Travis. He looked like a deer in the headlights right before Buddy C made contact, and the King of Soda began his seemingly endless plummet down to the mat. He slammed HARD on his back, the wind knocked completely out of him. He gasped for breath, writhing on the mat as the crowd boo'd Buddy C heavily!

Travis had liked the idea of himself and Marxx both being Mr. Money in the Bank. His dreams of holding the GWF title seemed to shatter once he hit the mat. Unless he was going to be able to summon some inhuman strength to get up and even climb the ladder again, he was out of it.

Buddy C was being boo'd- and it wasn't just the "Booo" you're a heel "boo". It was a "@%^$!%^$#*& Booooo." Absolutely screwing Travis and even Marts over. He hovered through the air gracefully, but before he knew it, he was caught by the ropes.

This wasn't great either. He bounced off the ropes and outside of the ring, pretty much splatting against the ground and laying limp- title STILL in hand.

The way it seemed right now, it was just as Travis thought.

Was ANYONE going to win?