He was so close, he could feel the plastic on his fingertips. His heart pounded in his chest, so hard in fact he almost thought for sure he was having a heart attack. He felt the metal of the unhooking device but his hands were trembling, he looked down to see Jericho there. Evan felt the lump on his throat grow, then he felt the sing of Chris's punch over and over. He got in a few hits himself but he was becoming woozy, he held onto the ladder but Jericho was much stronger, wiser after all he was a veteran. One more punch and Evan felt the cool metal of the ladder slip from his fingers, felt his heart stop, felt the world stop, felt everything slip away. Finally his back slammed on the ground, the pain radiated throughout his spine down to his toes. His head swam and he could feel the darkness float above him, Evan rolled himself off the side of the ring to get out and get out of the way. His future, his everything was in that briefcase and now The Miz had it. Before Evan lost all sense of reality the last thing he heard was that annoying voice screech across the area. Evan will always be thankful for the brief coolness of unconsciousness before a ref pulled him back to the surface. Evan was sure the six other men who had lost could feel his crushing blow, he felt theirs especially Randy. Though this wasn't about Randy now, it was about the feeling of failure seeping into Evan's skin and his bones absorbing the pain. Finally he got up and he walked away cause that was all he could do; all that they could do and when everything finally sank in Evan groaned. Not because of the pain but because The Miz would never shut the hell up.