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The GWF fans in the front rows were on their feet trying to get a better look at the carnage laid out in front of them. Nate had taken a chance with that move and it had paid off for him big time. A wide smile spread over his face and he took a moment to bask, raising both arms above his head and calling out to the crowd in his exhileration.

"Natural! Woooo-yeah!"

Some members of the crowd got behind his display and started chanting out "Natural! Natural! Natural!" which only caused Nate's smile to grow even wider as he moved over to put the boots to Freak's slumped form, gripping the guard rail with his hands to get a little more accuracy and power behind each kick.

Meanwhile, in the ring the referee had begun his ring out count...

"1!"

"2!"

Nate's relentless assault against his downed opponent was gaining him more and more confidence with each well aimed boot. Freak had slid down to the floor now and was trying to cover himself up, reducing the effectiveness of Nate's offense; it was time for Nate to mix it up again.

A quick plot came together in his head and he stole a glance over at the steel ring steps before attempting to pull Freakshow back up to his feet where he would try launching his opponent into the steps after running a few steps with him to build up speed.

"3!"

"4!"

Nate had made a rookie mistake of getting too overconfident with the way things had been going for him in the match so far and had telegraphed his next move to his opponent, giving the Freakshow enought time to think of a simple counter. Mere seconds before they reached the steps where Nate was intending on launching Freak, the Manhattan Freakshow put on the breaks and launched Nate first...

Since the hit had originally been intended for Freak, the Wildcard wasn't lined up properly to hit the steps full on, but unfortunately for Nate he didn't miss the steps either, but caught his knee on the corner of the steps instead.

"Aaaargh!"

The thump of flesh against steel was almost drowned out by Nate's yell, but could still be heard by all in attendance as the Natural fell to the floor in front of the steps and rolled to his back, clutching at his hurt knee. That didn't go anywhere close to how he had planned it and to make matters worse, the referee was still counting.

"5!"

"6!"

Nate's knee hurt pretty bad from its collision with the steel steps, but with the referees count still running, he knew he had to put it to the back of his mind and get back in this thing.

"7!"

Nate rolled from his back onto his stomach and tried unsuccessfully to stand.

"8!"

Hearing the count in its final seconds and also hearing Freak calling for a faster count; desperation and sheer adrenaline was kicking in like crazy. Nate raised himself up to a kneeling position with the help of the very steps that had been used to hurt him.

"9!"

With a grunt of exhertion and desperation Nate managed to pull himself up from the steps to the apron where he rolled under the bottom rope and into the ring mere milliseconds before the referees count reached ten.

With the pain pushed mostly out of his mind Nate gripped the ring ropes and tried to use them to regain a vertical base, managing to get up on his good leg while leaning against the ropes to take some of the pressure of his sore knee.

Freakshow's vicious and ugly assault earned him little support with the GWF audience and large sections of the crowd restarted their "Natural!" chant to try and get behind the rookie who was getting his facial features rearranged at the hands of the Manhattan Freakshow.

But that was fine because as much as Nate liked having the crowd behind him, he wasn't afraid of pulling out a few cheapshots of his own. Nate was holding his hands up and trying to shove Freak away but in the mess of flailing, shoving hands Nate sneakily delivered an "Accidental" thumb to the eye of his opponent while the referee was yelling down Freak's ear to break off his barely legal attack.

Yes! He'd succeeded in giving himself an opening and some breathing space. The GWF crowd didn't seem to mind his illegal tactic either, which was a bonus. Nate took a few moments to catch his breath and clear his head from the disorienting wrist-tape face-rape and then moved away from the ropes to test his knee. It was still sore, but it was definitely workable.

Freak was swinging wildly with his impaired vision and almost clipped the referee, which could have earned him a disqualification. He'd backed himself in one of the turnbuckles though which was a good veteran tactic considering his blurred vision. Nate would have to remember that should he ever find himself in the same situation.

Not wanting to waste the opportunity he had created for himself Nate rushed against Freak to deliver a hard clothesline in the corner.


((lol, I named the barely legal assault xDD))

Freak didn't have enough time to avoid Nate's clothesline and the Natural watched as his opponent came out of the turnbuckle on jelly legs and flopped down on his face in the middle of the ring. Seizing the opportunity almost instantly Nate quickly slid down next to Freakshow and rolled him over onto his back, hooking his far leg for a quick pin attempt...