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And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way-

It was now time for the main event. Five years in the making, Freakshow vs Landry for the WWFG Undisputed Title. The opening to the classic Frank Sinatra song, My Way begins to play.. It plays out for a few moments before being interrupted by the sound of gunshots over the PA system.

POW POW POW POW POW POW!

Regrets, I´ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did, what I had to do
And saw it through with out exemption
I planned each chartered course
Each careful step along the highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Bombastic guitars blare throughout the arena as Sid Vicious of the Sex Pistols cover begins to pipe up. Through the curtain comes the WWFG champion, multiple time Best In The Business winner, a grand slam champion, and arguably one of the most hated men in all of wrestling. Even in his hometown of New York, the majority of the fans boo'd him. It was him against the world



Out steps Freak to a chorus of negative reactions. Dressed in a Ribera Track Jacket, opened up to reveal his belt, white trunks and white boots, the oily veteran of 18 years had his usual old-school, traditionalist aesthetic to him. He runs both hands through his greased back hair, and extends his arms out to the side, turning around slowly, allowing himself to bask in his own greatness. after going full circle, he faces forward to the ring with a slimey, lopsided smile on his face. He sashays down the ramp, stopping only when he could single out a fan to insult.

"Introducing the champion.. From New York, New York, weighing in tonight at 205 lbs, he is the reigning and defending WWFG Undisputed Champion of The Wooorld... Freaaakshoooow!"

Freakshow climbs up the ring steps, taking his time. He struts across the ring apron, reminiscent of Ric Flair and Jackie Fargo, two of his idols as a boy, turns towards an attractive female in the front row, and winks at her, before flashing his teeth, wolfishly grinning at her. She didn't seem all the into it, but that didn't concern Freak. He wipes his boots off on the edge of the ring before entering through the middle rope. The champion pops into the squared circle, whirls to the center of the ring, and shimmies out of his ring jacket, making a big production of his disrobing, as it allowed a better view of the title, ever flamboyant and a showman, though most people would describe it with another word, that being creepy. Over the top rope, but not into the crowd he tosses it.

He backs into the corner as his music starts to fade in anticipation for the challengers entrance...

For what is a prat, what has he got
When he wears hats and he cannot
Say the things he truly feels
But only the words, of one who kneels
The record shows, I ******** a bloke
And did it...

...my waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay...

A sneering Freak stares across the ring at Landry, a man he had nothing but contempt for. He removes his glare from the opponent towards the ref, who was asking for the belt. The champion removes the gold from around his waist and hands it towards the official. When the referee reaches for it, Freak pulls it back, "Wait!.." The fans boo, they just wanted the match to start already. He turns the title up towards himself so he could give it a good look, the gold shines up in his face, illuminating an expression of near manic possessiveness. While he didn't want to admit to to himself, this could be the last time he'd hold that belt.

He hands it off to the referee, who walks to the center of the ring and hoists it up into the air, signifying what was at stake here. It is then given to a stagehand at ringside, all the while the audience is chanting Landry's name..

DING DING DING

Freakshow heads out of the corner, "Alright, lets do this Innovator!" The new yorker growls as he postures for a good position to lock up, putting condescending emphasis on his rivals nickname. He slaps his chest a couple of times and accepts the collar and elbow tie-up. While both men were technically proficient, Landry's size nullified whatever advantages Freak had in this hold, leaving the challenger in control as they both jockeyed for position.

"Woah!" Freakshow is hoisted right up into the air and back down! He hits the mat back first and bounces up onto his rear. His arm against his lower back that'd taken the brunt of the damage, he rocks to his side and starts rolling towards the ropes! Wanting to get into them to force a break in the action. Perhaps he needed to reevaluate his strategy in this one..

Freakshow scrambles into the ropes and clutches onto them. "Time out!" He cries, a bit of pain evident in his voice after the scoop slam. A basic manuever like that wouldn't be winning the match, but that didn't mean it doesn't hurt. Freak leans between the bottom and middle, making a T with two of his hands, "Ref! He's pulling my hair!" He scolds, motioning towards his hair, as he makes it to a knee "And grabbin' my tights!" He tugs at his tights as he makes it to his feet, still up against the ropes, he then redirects his attention to the challenger, "Now back off Landry, we're gunna do this clean," He snaps, making sure that the official was between the two of them. Freak seemed a bit more comfortable talking trash from this location..

The champion starts to walk forward. "Yeah! Do what your told, like a little b***h-!" Freak then receives a prompt punt to the uprights. The audience normally wouldn't approve, but it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy, so they let out a bit of a pop. Freakshows heels lift up of the ground, his eyes bulge open. He tumbles backwards through the ropes, bounces off the apron, and somehow lands right back on his feet outside of the ring.

It doesn't really matter much how he landed though, leaned over, clutching at his junk, he takes a couple steps forward away from the ring, before flopping into a heap right at the bottom of the ramp.

Freakshow rolls over to all fours, he starts crawling up the ramp.. Up he looks at the titan-tron, his eyes red and watering, his jaw hanging open, he see's Landry still in pursuit. The champion props himself up on his knees and facing the challenger, one hand between his legs, the other held up defensively, trying to beg off, "Stop!" He says in a wheezy, somewhat girlish sounding voice induced by the low blow.

His begging doesn't get him anywhere, not against a man who'd known him this long. He's hoisted up to a vertical base, and guided towards the barricade! "Waaaaaaaaaah-!"Thud! The champion is sent somersaulting into and ricocheting off of the railing! He hits the ground hunched upside down against the structure, before sliding down onto his side in a heap.