Money in the Bank 2013

[Salem Croft]

Salem was still reaching for the briefcase when he heard the mighty shout of the recovering Ryan, his previous fears of being toppled over off the ladder's peak resurfacing in his mind. In a state of panic, Salem tried to jump up, struggling to grasp at the briefcase before the ladder came out from under his legs by utilizing the leaping prowess that he incorporated into his ring work. Getting his hands on the case, the crowd gasped on in awe as the brave rookie tried his best to hang on, knuckles white and veins bulging in his neck while he struggled to grasp at the clasp and seize the title opportunity. Who was this guy?! Salem wondered, growling as he glared up towards the rafters, feeling the cable being tugged on despite his weight bearing down on the briefcase. Really, he didn't care. It'd be a cold day in Hell when he let this stranger in the shadows get away with his coveted contract!

 

[DarkerThanSun]

The man knew it would take more to take down this hard hitting rookie, so as he pulled the man up, he'd try to swing the cable making sure Salem would not be able to keep a good grip on the suitcase and either fall off or stay for the ride without being able to make the final opening for the case.  

[P R O J E C T Jinx]

Jacob sat up, putting his hand on his face and wiping some blood from his bottom lip. He looked up to see Salem swinging from the HIS briefcase as some jackass that wasn't supposed to be there was trying to ruin this match. Jacob began to get to his feet and would quickly attempted to set a ladder up underneath the case. "You mother ******** stay back! I'm not trying to have some Calypso rip-off trying to ******** up my dreams," Jacob yelled at anyone in ear shot as he started to climb the ladder to pull Salem down and stop the guy in the rafters from ******** up his night. He would try to get Salem onto the ladder and from there would hold on to the briefcase, not to bring it down, but to stop the guy from dragging it into the sky.

 

[Salem Croft]

Salem knew that his arms wouldn't hold out forever, and the risk of him being swatted down like a fly from one of the other competitors grew greater with every second that passed. Still, he fought ever-vigilantly to keep his hold on the briefcase, despite the man in the rafter's attempts at slowing Salem down. But, as the cable started to swing, Salem started to sway alongside it, using the momentum to bring his lower-half up and around the handle of the briefcase - using his legs to clutch the cable to both free up his hands while also elevating his body to help prevent being struck down. In this inverted position, Salem would fight to get the briefcase free as he stared down at the canvas and the bodies sprawled across it, knowing that the second he pulled his prize down, he'd be taking a pretty nasty fall.

 

[DarkerThanSun]

Admiring the determination, the man stopped his pull, and let the cable drop. Knowing the momentum wouldn't help anybody, he simply let the briefcase and Salem fall into the hands of anyone down near the ladder, knowing he wouldn't be able to last the drop into the piranhas.  

[Salem Croft]

Salem's legs were wound tight around the handle of the briefcase, but that wouldn't stop the resurgent Jacob Griffin from trying to scale a ladder and pull the rookie down. With his hands free, Salem was managing to protect himself in a fashion that most people dangling in this position wouldn't have the luxury of, but that didn't mean he could defend himself from everything. As the stranger in the rafters let go of the cable, Salem would suddenly drop a few feet, inadvertently causing him to shove Jacob from the sudden decent as he felt the edges of the metal case digging into his knees. Gasping out in pain from the jolting sensation, Salem tried to shove Jacob off the ladder with the momentum from the drop before trying to work at the clasp once again.

 

[Mister Mirage]

Picking up the ladder at his feet, Cyrus looked up at Salem hanging from the pinata. This was like a gift from heaven. Cyrus looked up to the rafters."Thank you." Maybe The Dream could beat some candy, or atleast some pennies, out of the Charismatic Calamity. He stepped over to Salem and immediately started swinging the ladder at him.

Salem Croft

 

[P R O J E C T Jinx]

Salem's weight came down on Griffin and it forced him down a few rungs before he fell to the mat. Jacob leaned against the ladder as he watched Cyrus attempting to smash Salem with a different ladder. If Salem dropped from that height now he was surely going to take one nasty bump.

 

[Salem Croft]

The Dream Over

Salem's eyes went wide as he felt Cyrus' initial ladder strike sink into the muscles of his back, bruising bones and reddening his flesh to a similar shade as his face, still hanging upside-down by the briefcase. But over the sound of his own painful cry, Salem heard another sound - a subtle, metallic creak that came from the handle of the briefcase.

Though the cable and harness were both sturdy, never before had the structural integrity of the thin pins that secured the prized portfolio's handgrip been tested to this extent. Salem's full 225 lbs. had been bearing down on the brief for some time, and the swinging, pulling, dropping, jerking, and smacking he'd endured thus far was taking its toll on both Salem and the suitcase.

Desperately clinging to the handle and clasp, the brave rookie tucked his head towards the case and didn't bother to defend himself from further harm - actually, he was hoping the assault would continue and finally cause the rods in the grip to fail, breaking it free and allowing Salem to fall with the title shot in-tow while he struggled to leverage it loose.

 

[XxRyanTheLionxX]

Salem Croft

The Dream Over

Salem's eyes went wide as he felt Cyrus' initial ladder strike sink into the muscles of his back, bruising bones and reddening his flesh to a similar shade as his face, still hanging upside-down by the briefcase. But over the sound of his own painful cry, Salem heard another sound - a subtle, metallic creak that came from the handle of the briefcase.

Though the cable and harness were both sturdy, never before had the structural integrity of the thin pins that secured the prized portfolio's handgrip been tested to this extent. Salem's full 225 lbs. had been bearing down on the brief for some time, and the swinging, pulling, dropping, jerking, and smacking he'd endured thus far was taking its toll on both Salem and the suitcase.

Desperately clinging to the handle and clasp, the brave rookie tucked his head towards the case and didn't bother to defend himself from further harm - actually, he was hoping the assault would continue and finally cause the rods in the grip to fail, breaking it free and allowing Salem to fall with the title shot in-tow while he struggled to leverage it loose.

Ryan had enough of Salem surviving high above the ring. Since Salme could not protect himself, Ryan picked up and ladder and chucked it like a spear to the head of Salem. No man could stay hanging after a shot like that, but Ryan was watching closely as he was ready to climb up a ladder after the ladder throw.  

[P R O J E C T Jinx]

Jacob looked up towards Salem, shaking his head as he tried to clear the cobwebs. He couldn't believe that Salem was still hanging up there after all that has happened to him. Jacob used the ladder that he was leaning on to get himself to his feet. He steadied the ladder underneath the case again as he began to make his way up the ladder. Jacob wasn't going to come this close to winning big and have it taken away from him by some dumb rookie that didn't know when to give up. Jacob went two rungs at a time, ducking low as Ryan's ladder went flying towards Salem's head. If it landed and did the job of finally knocking Salem from his spot then the briefcase would be easy pickings for Griffin to take from the breaking wire.

 

[Salem Croft]

The crowd was captivated as Salem hung desperately from the briefcase, his perilous dangle above the ring having felt like hours to the eager eyes of the spectating crowd. The rookie's face was becoming thick with crimson, blood having run to his head from being inverted the last several minutes. But regardless, Salem continued trying to force the briefcase down, digging his head into the side while trying to tear handle from case with the leverage of his upper and lower bodies working against one another.

Then, like a javelin of steel, the ladder Ryan threw flew up towards the sky and struck Salem square in the skull, the impact momentarily causing Salem's eyes to roll back. But, Ryan hadn't bothered to think what the force of his throw would do, the strength of his strike having carried over into the briefcase as Salem's head was wedged right against it. His body starting to go limp, the handle finally caved under the stress and force applied to it, snapping at one side and causing the Next-Generation Sensation to plummet helplessly towards the mat.

He could feel the ground rushing to meet him, the wind sweeping across his skin as he fell, barely conscious enough to keep his grip on the case as he fell from grace. Still, it didn't take much brainpower for him to realize he was in for a rough landing and likely a rude awakening as the sickening thud of Salem's frame smacking canvas echoed through the arena.

 

[XxRyanTheLionxX]

Salem Croft

The crowd was captivated as Salem hung desperately from the briefcase, his perilous dangle above the ring having felt like hours to the eager eyes of the spectating crowd. The rookie's face was becoming thick with crimson, blood having run to his head from being inverted the last several minutes. But regardless, Salem continued trying to force the briefcase down, digging his head into the side while trying to tear handle from case with the leverage of his upper and lower bodies working against one another.

Then, like a javelin of steel, the ladder Ryan threw flew up towards the sky and struck Salem square in the skull, the impact momentarily causing Salem's eyes to roll back. But, Ryan hadn't bothered to think what the force of his throw would do, the strength of his strike having carried over into the briefcase as Salem's head was wedged right against it. His body starting to go limp, the handle finally caved under the stress and force applied to it, snapping at one side and causing the Next-Generation Sensation to plummet helplessly towards the mat.

He could feel the ground rushing to meet him, the wind sweeping across his skin as he fell, barely conscious enough to keep his grip on the case as he fell from grace. Still, it didn't take much brainpower for him to realize he was in for a rough landing and likely a rude awakening as the sickening thud of Salem's frame smacking canvas echoed through the arena.

Ryan was frustrated about how he barely got to be involved in this match before it was stolen away. He wanted to cut Salem's celebration short by grabbing another ladder and attempting to drive it down on Salem's ankle.  

[Salem Croft]

XxRyanTheLionxX

Salem's mind was numb, lost in a sea of blackness from the bone-rattling fall that had drawn cheers from the crowd, many of them caught up in the moment to realize they were supporting a man who'd drawn their ire as of late. Not even their enthusiastic shouts could reach the wounded rookie in his present state, the noise simply a dull roar that felt more like a blood rush from his stabilizing circulation.

The briefcase was in his wrapped-up forearms, he'd managed to endure the gauntlet and come out victorious, but the worst was yet to come as the enraged Ryan drew forth a chair and stabbed it into the lad's ankles. A lightning bolt of pain shot up Salem's spine, causing the Charismatic Calamity to flop a moment from the shock. Gasping in surprised anguish, he held tight to the case while his assailant began the assault.

 

[XxRyanTheLionxX]

Salem Croft

XxRyanTheLionxX

Salem's mind was numb, lost in a sea of blackness from the bone-rattling fall that had drawn cheers from the crowd, many of them caught up in the moment to realize they were supporting a man who'd drawn their ire as of late. Not even their enthusiastic shouts could reach the wounded rookie in his present state, the noise simply a dull roar that felt more like a blood rush from his stabilizing circulation.

The briefcase was in his wrapped-up forearms, he'd managed to endure the gauntlet and come out victorious, but the worst was yet to come as the enraged Ryan drew forth a chair and stabbed it into the lad's ankles. A lightning bolt of pain shot up Salem's spine, causing the Charismatic Calamity to flop a moment from the shock. Gasping in surprised anguish, he held tight to the case while his assailant began the assault.

Ryan was going to go for another strike, but shook his head. He tossed the ladder aside, obviously frustrated. He stood over Salem looking down at him with a pissed off look. He ripped the briefcase from the clutches of Salem and looked at it.

He looked back down at Salem and dropped the briefcase back onto Salem's chest.

"Congratulations Mr. Money in the Bank. You get your title shot whenever you want to. Unlike me, where I am going to work my way up. I'm the best there is here and I will definitely become the Undisputed Champion here very soon. You enjoy this because when all the idiotic bastards back there that run this company decide it's your time to cash this in and push you to represent this company ,and be in every main event, you better be ready because you will be cashing in on me. And I will damn sure be ready for a weak and and unintelligent son of a b***h like you....."

Ryan tapped the briefcase one more time as he exited the ring with a pissed expression. Some fans booed, while others remained silent. Ryan walked up the ramp backwards staring back down at Salem as he headed to the back. He soaked up the boos as he stood on the top of the stage extending his arms.