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Freakshow backs up towards his own corner with his hands up defensively, the referee between him and Hiro. As the ref turns to check on the opposition, Freak grabs the pink neckerchief from around his neck and hands it to Jamie, "Here, get that gunk out of your eyes," He starts out of the corner, back towards Hiro, "Before it gets infected.." Sneering he goes circles around the opponent, putting himself between the Cuban and his tag team partner. "Come on! Get up ya s**c'," He reaches down, trying to bring him up into a front chancery.

Freakshows head snaps back with each punch. His arms flail as he rolls back onto his heels to keep from falling down. Just when he is all balanced, he's grabbed the arm to be flung straight towards the ropes! Freak, running on instinct, would instead anchor his foot to the ground and hang onto Hiro with his other free hand in an attempt counter and reverse the irish whip! If successful, he would wait for Hiro on the rebound, bent over for a back body drop. Stupid.

Freakshow stared at the floor. I'm so awesome, he thought to himself, Hiro won't see this coming. Soon his crotch will be on the back of my head, in which I will flip him over onto his back, like a pancake, or a burger. His view of the clean, white mat, was interrupted, however, a suddenly a half c***k entered his field of view with a soft thunk. "Huh-?" Is all he can manage in the half second between his moment of realization, and a hard palm to the side of the face.

Smack

Spit flies out the side of Freaks mouth, his legs fly up and he hits the floor, disoriented, confused. Immediately he starts getting up on noodly legs, not immediate enough to do much about a tag attempt though.

2.0 leaned in and took the tag from his tag team partner and leapt into the ring with Freakshow. 2.0 ran up to Freak, laying on the mat like a b***h in heat, before he stopped and listened to the fans. They were cheering him, but they were also cheering Hiro, who'd just made the hot tag. This made absolutely no sense to him. 2.0 turned around just in time to see Hiro getting back on the apron, he thought for a moment, narrowing his eyes, before looking down at the Freakest of Shows and beginning to lay the mudhole stomp into him!

Jamie had long since wiped his face and had now placed the cloth on the turnbuckle to his left. The small southerner leaned over the top rope and extended his taped hand to the blonde man in the ring in hopes of making a fresh tag.

"Ref! He's cheatin'!" Jamie yelled. Thinking quickly, he made the motion of one pulling one's hair, followed by an eyepoke and grabbing of the tights before pointing at Kelly King. "Do your job!"

Freakshows nails drag across the ring mat, his other arm stretched out to the pantomiming Bader. It was kind of like a horror movie, 2.0 the monster, Freak the big chested blonde who just had sex in the woods. He twists over onto his back, only to be pinned down by King. His pleas for help mocked, he finds his head bounced off the ground.

Thunk. He reaches up futilely, grabbing at the wrists of King as his head meets the floor, "Guh-" The blonde whines, now regretting a few decisions, "Ref-" Is his monosyllabic response to the head pounding. This was the type of thing in the grey area for an official, like closed fist punches or whatever.

Freakshow looks up at the infuriated King, straining his neck to try sitting up, push him off, do something. A lump slides down his throat as bits of spit Freaks face, perhaps he should have thought before he'd made his keen interest in the mans daughter so public. Eyes clenched shut, he feels the hands leave him. Groggily, his head pounding, slowly he begins trying to sit up.

Rudely he is met with a big forearm to the forehead. The move snaps Freakshow cranium right back into the mat. His legs flop up into the air, his arms sprawl back. Strangely, as if jolted with energy, he begins scrambling up to his feet . For a moment he is balanced vertically, one step he takes towards his corner, before he loses his footing and goes drunkenly tumbling towards the ropes, becoming entangled with his arms hooked over them.