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Freakshow flails his arms and legs around as he has his very own move countered! Not to say that the roll up wasn't often countered, it definitely was, but not in the manner that King had done so. Usually it was in the other direction.

1...2-

Kickout Freakshow springs free from the hold! Disoriented, discombobulated, and awfully worried, he pops up to his feet quickly and swings around to clumsily find and make his way back towards Kelly.

Freakshow holds his arms out and windmills the dramatically, reaching for the ropes which were tragically out of his reach. "Nooooo!" He makes sure to go down gently, rolling onto his back with King stacking him up on top of his shoulders.

1...2-Kickout! again!

"Stop-!" Freakshow whines as his arm is tucked, leg is hooked, and is rolled over for the magistral cradle! This time he kicks out almost immediately, but the effects of the rapid breaking of the holds was starting to get to him. Flustered on his hands and knees, he starts rapidly slithering backwards towards the outside of the ring. He felt it was time to rethink a few things strategy wise.

Freakshow hits the ringside floor feet first and quickly backs up against the barricade, breathing heavily, trying to process all of what he'd just been put in. As a fan pats his back he turns around and snaps at him, "Don't you touch me!" He points a finger at the young man who dared put hands on the New Yorker. "I'll put you out-"



"I do NOT suck!" The wild eyed, red faced veteran kicks the ring steps. "I'll show you who sucks!" . He points at his crotch. Getting quite worked up, the disliked competitor rolls himself back into the ring and goes storming back towards Kelly with not much of the strategy he'd planned on redeveloping in mind.

This is the last place he wanted to be. The squirmy blonde kicks his legs wildly as he's held in the air with relative ease! He barely manages to shift himself out of the hold, slipping away from behind. He hits the ground unsteadily, taking a moment to squat down and regain his balance. Freak would then use his opportune positioning to slip his head under Kings arm and try lifting up him a back suplex!

Freakshow hits the ground, just managing to get his knee's and hands underneath him to prevent a disaster. And it still wasn't all peaches and cream, considering the fact that the staunch old schooler didn't wear any kneepads. "Ah, ah, easy!" Cringing a little, trying to loop his arms under the lock, the new worker tries steadily working up to a vertical base. While Freak was more than sound technically, the Euro trained blonde's forte was not amateur by any means.

Freakshow is dragged up to his feet once again, looking quite flustered by his numerous failures in outwitting 2.0. In a moment of clarity, he hooks his ankle around the leg of King, anchoring himself to the ground. Then, making sure to hit forearm first, Freak would would try throwing himself down for an inverse drop toe hold!

Freakshow keeps his leg hooked around Kings, wrenching back on it as Kelly struggles. "Come on! Lets see those fancy moves now!" Freak barks as he wrenches back on Kelly's knee and ankle. After only a few moments of the ankle hold, Freak rolls up to try catching Kings arm and pinning it behind him to apply a hammerlock, intent on controlling from above.