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Freak lays on his back, the lights pounding down on him. Hearing an irritating buzzing noise in his head, a side effect of getting kicked, and nailed with brass knuckles. He hadn't even heard what Amaze said, it sounded kinda like the adults on Charlie Brown. With all this swimming around in his cranium, he'd nearly forgotten it was a cage match.

He turned to his side, and realized his opponent was heading towards the door of the cage. This was a bit of a shock. An eye clenched shut to make sure he got no blood in it, he rolled onto all fours, and began crawling after Amaze. The fans cheered loudly, Justin was just within reach of an early victory, the ref pulls the door open.. Just as this happens, Freak, having caught up with Justin, tries connecting with a low blow. The chain was still around his forearm, mind you..

Right a the low blow connects, Freak begins scrambling under Justin to get to the door! Unfortunately, the ref felt it was a good time to close the door right about then. He shoots a squinted glare at the ref while checking the wound at his brow. It wasn't getting any better. "What the hell's wrong with you!?" Freak drags himself up by the ropes, so his back was against the ropes..

"Shut up!" He snaps at the booing audience, this only made there responses stronger. With his opponent on the floor, he eventually realized now wasn't a good time to be arguing with the official or the fans. Freakshow springs out of the corner, going, yes, back to the eyes. He steps up to Justin, puts his boot up to Amaze's forehead, and tries grating the bottom of his boot across his face, namely his eyes, all the while applying pressure to his cut with his palm..

Freak is propelled off of Amaze and onto his back! He bounces off the ground onto his stomach, arching and cringing in pain as he did so. The cringing was followed by shock at the amount of power his opponent possessed. Freak was almost about to get right back up and go after Amaze again, but he remembered, powerful as he was, Justin lacked his vision.

A pained sneer on his face, Freakshow, still on all fours, pushes himself backwards to the middle of the ring, one arm rested on the small of his back, still smarting from the spill he'd taken. He props himself up on a knee once in the center of the ring, and begins waiting for Justin to begin his battle back up to his feet.

Freakshow, his eyes on Justin the whole time, saw the opponent coming at him as he charged in for the clothesline, that surely would have taken his head off if it had connected. Freak drops down, and tries hooking his legs around Justins ankle for a drop toe hold. Once again, he had a sense of urgency about him, because deep down, he knew that he was relying only on a few tricks up his sleeve, and once those were all expended, he was on borrowed time... Especially considering the blood, now down to his chest.

Freakshow hops up to his feet, he runs a hand though his hair as he stands over the downed Justin. Staying on the action, he tries grabbing Justins wrist, the brass knuckle'd one, and attempts prying it from his face! It'd be tough, as Justin had more strength in his wrist than Freak had in both of his arms. If this proved too stubborn a task, he'd try freeing him up with some open handed chops to the chest.

In the event that he got control of Justins wrist, he'd hold it to the ground with both hands, his full weight behind him, step on his forearm with one foot, straighten and then send a stomp at the opponents weaponized hand with the other foot!

"Let go you ******** puss-" Justins fist makes contact with the gut of Freakshow. "Oooof!" He gasps out in pain, his eyes widen, he'd felt like he'd taken a bowling ball to the gut! He drops down next to his opponent onto his knees, muttering some inaudible curses. He breaths in and out heavily, when he was almost recovered, he felt more angry than anything.

He wiped some of the blood from his forehead, and with that very same hand, tried smearing his own blood into the eyes of Amaze! If he got away with this scot free, he'd start scooting himself towards the ropes, arm draped over his ribs. He was beginning to realize he needed out of there.

Freakshow leaned against the ropes opposite of Justin, hacking and wheezing, trying to get the air back in his lungs after receiving the punch. Now he was in a bit of a predicament. He wanted out, it was the perfect time to get out, his opponent was blind, all he needed to do was get to the door. Therein lies the problem.. The thing between Freak, on the other side of the cage, and the door, was Justin.. So, silence, as opposed to speed, would be what Freak needed.

Slowly he rises up to his feet, eyes wide and peeled on Amaze.. Very slowly, like hunter edging in on dangerous prey, Freak nearly tiptoes coasting the ropes.. Taking the long way to get to the cage door, he signals for the stage hand to open the door, although he was just about halfway there.

Freakshow had been very cautious in his journey to the cage door. Cautious because he didn't want to draw the attention of Amaze, part of it wasn't caution, part of it was how he was tired, beaten, and battered, his bleeding not slowing down any time soon. So when he turned around to see Amaze on the other side of the ring, like a cornered animal, he was elated to say the least. A big, wretched smile spread across his face as things set in. He turned his head back to the cage door opening.. Children in Justin Amaze t-shirts begin shouting for their hero, trying to alert him to Freaks location.

Time was on his side, and just as quick as he'd been sneaking around like a frightened child, now he was strutting the rest of the way to the cage door. His movements hammy and theatrical, he knew how close victory was, he knew how much losing this would hurt Justin, he wanted to let it sink in to everyone in the building. He arrived at the ropes, and closed his eyes, mocking Amaze, pawing around at his surroundings before lazily slipping through the ropes.. Dread begins setting into even the most casual of fans, who feel helpless as Freak nears the win.

Now he was standing on the ring apron, just a hop from victory.. An attractive female fan catches his eye. He grins, pointing at her, one hand holding onto the rope.. "You wanna suck my c**k after the show?" Now, from the apron, he trash talks the fans, believing himself to be invincible at this point. Unaware of what was happening on the other side of the ring.