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Freakshow stands over the toppled, upside down announce table. Again, no one was really sure why he did that, except for the commentators and a few stage hands, who seemed thoroughly surprised... There was something under it. He takes a moment to catch his breath, the desk was no light object. It was clear the man was tired. He walks lamely towards the guard rail, where a female fan was enjoying a beer. From her hands he snatches the bottle, then turns around, heads back to the ring, places it on the apron. Next he heads for the announce table. The champion reaches down..

Taped to the bottom of it was a branding iron. He rips it from the bottom of the table, and saunters back to the ring.. He places it on the apron, before heading up the steps, cracking his neck as he did so.

Freakshow enters the ring, strolls casually up to Landry. Not only was the brand an artifact of his opponents past, but one of Freaks, who made no qualms about worshiping at the alter of Terry Funk. "Tonight, folks!" Freak bellows at the audience "Juuustice.." He slurs, savoring the word, "Is served," He would then proceed to try hoisting the dead weight of Landry right up to his feet.

Freakshow would then attempt guiding Landry towards the corner of the ring by the arm and back of the neck. Here he would try to position him, slumped over against the turnbuckle. Propping his arms over the ropes, so that they'd dangle over the top.. For good measure, after doing this, Freak would throw a couple of clubbing blows to the upper back.

Freakshow backs away from Landry.. In the center of the ring, he holds his arms out and slowly spins around, making a 'gimme' motion with his hands, basking in his own personal glory. He stops facing the iron. The champ leans over and lifts it up, observing it as if he's just seen it for the first time. This was not the case, clearly, branding irons don't just appear under the announce desks. He twirls it around in his hand as a color guard would twirl a flag. Things were solidly in his hands, he wasn't taking much seriously..

Next he picks up the bottle from the ground. A well documented alcoholic, Freak was more than happy to have it in his hands. With both items on deck, he crosses the ring back to Landry, using the iron as a walking stick. Once he'd arrived near his opponent, he'd try and turn the bottle upside down over the neck of the challenger.. Emptying about half of it on his back. The rest of it he would pour in his own mouth. Savoring it, he swished it around, gargled it, and kept it in his puffed up cheeks, like a squirrel. The bottle now empy, Freak backs to the center of the ring and drops it on the ground, before proceeding to crush it into little glass pieces with his boot.

Freak stands infront of Landry, a man with a mouthful of beer and a branding iron. Landry, drenched in the flammable liquid, turns right around and spits at Freak. It lands right below the eye. Painted on the champs face was a look of anger, the bafflement, then mild amusement. The fans let out a tremendous reaction, this was why they loved him, The Innovator, beaten and battered, still had the fight in him. Freak was fixing to take that fight right out of him. He could spit at people too.. But It was gunna be a different kinda spit. The champion raises the brand up, a few feet from his mouth, and sprays a stream of alcohol right through it!

The result was a gigantic fireball scorching it's way towards Landry.

The ball of fire fades. Freak, who'd closed his eyes while blowing the flames, opens them back up again to see his opponent perched up on the top rope. His eyes widen, a lump goes down his throat, he drops the branding iron..

"No.."

Landry takes flight off the top rope! Freak stumbles back as his opponent grabs him by the head and rides him right down to the mat!

CRUNCH!

Freakshow lands right onto of the shards of glass from the bottled he'd crushed earlier... "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" He screams, back arched, sitting up out of the pile to reveal pieces of beer bottle stuck in his skin. He spins on his a**, before laying back into a part of the mat that was glassless, where he would writhe in pain. Meanwhile the top turnbuckle is on fire.

"Don't do this!" Freakshow whines and pleads from his back, hands held up defensively as Landry grabs a hold of his leg, "I wasn't gunn-" His opponent turns him over into the Standing Heel Hook! His best friends finishing move! And despite it being that, as people may have seen from his application of it earlier, Freak didn't know jack s**t about it.

"OOOOH JESUS CHRIIIIIIIST!"

Freak flails wildly in the standing heel hook! To make things worse, he'd been turned right into the pile of glass. So the more movement he made, the more he got cut up! Frantically he claws and flails at the ground! Trying desperately to get to the ropes!