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Freakshow finds himself whipped with the hurricanrana with enough force to propel the blonde to the outside of the ring! Flopping unceremoniously out of the ring the manager pops up to his feet, looking back over his shoulder at The Prince in a pile of blood diamonds.



Feeling a crawling terror in the back of his throat the manager begins backpedaling rapidly from the ring. "You two better ******** SCRAM!" Tripping over his own shoes he falls on his a** as his gaze narrows in on Laundre in the middle of the ring, a small amount of blood seeping out from under his body, he slides his finger into the pool and dips it into his mouth. The Nigerians eyes harden as he slowly sits up from the pile of jewelry the rocks imprinted into his back as if he had just woken up from a dream. He opens up his mouth wide:

Laundre smacks at his own chest sending reverberations through his fatbody. He had no idea where he was. The last thing he remembered was being strapped down to a chair, his eyes wired open as a man in a ski-mask popped a VHS into a television infront of him. He blinks, appearing for the first time in quite some time, completely lucid. The memories came rushing back to him of the one week in hell spent at the Midnight Marauders International training camp. Looked in a shed forced to view hours upon hours of footage, footage of a man who he had never seen in his entire life.

Until now.

The Nigerian looks at the two men in front of him. The diamondback gorilla, allowing only a few moments to register the situation, lunges forward intent on dropping both of his attackers with a double clothesline!

Practically foaming from his mouth the darkie slams against the ropes upon missing the clothesline. As he rebounds off from the miss Laundre picks up speed intent on smashing through the clothesline attempt with a cannonball like shoulder tackle. In addition to being fat The Prince was big. Terry Gordy big. 295 pounds of pure s**t trying to barrel it's way right through that double clothesline on stupid brute force alone. While doing so he emits a high pitched shriek.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!"

Freakshow trips backwards onto his a** looking up towards Landry as he scoots backwards rapidly putting his hands up in defense knowing the situation was well out of his hands. "I CAN'T!" The manager says flapping wildly on the ground as his fellow retiree approaches him.

Meanwhile Mark Laundre huddles absorbing each shot off the side of his arms with one slipping through and clipping him right across the bridge of the nose. Crying out shoves forward at Matthias before throwing his fist out straight to the boys heart for a Tear Puch!

Laundre had taken his insulin shot this morning so it seriously wasn't even that big of a deal. The Nigerian with both of his hands beats at his chest causing some gyrations that some would most certainly find disheartening and unsightly. He advances towards his target slowly with his hands clasped over his head in axe handle formation.

With papa Landry's attention off him Freak reaches into the pocket of his jacket gradually receding back towards the ring although he only felt marginally safer.

The strike connects flush with Laundre's back sending the big man spinning around with the rocks dropping off of him on impact. Groaning he flaps his hands autistically as his manager jumps up onto the ring apron yelling:

The Marauder enters the ring very cautiously pulling out an orange pill bottle from his jacket pocket. He rattles the container, triggering a Pavlovian response in the big boy as he turns around, his eyes wide as he stares into the contents of the prescription. "Shh... Everything is going to be just fine.." The blonde whispers as he inches closer and closer to his imbecile the rattling of the bottle seemingly luring him into a trance

"There we go.." Flashing his yellowed teeth the new yorkers fishes his finger into the container for one of the tablets. "See? Not everything has to be such a big fight-" The words coming out of Freaks mouth are choked down as he feels a calloused black hand wrap around his neck tightly. The bottle drops to the ground. Pills spill everywhere.

Freakshow grips onto the big guys wrist trying desperately to pry the massive morons paws from his throat. Meeting Matthias and Mike with a panicked glance of approval the Marauder feels the pressure leave his lungs as the rookie falls down to his knee letting out an deep agonized wail. The blonde staggers backwards into the ropes catching himself he wheezes for air as his longtime rival forces enough opium to kill a small elephant down the throat of his lackey. Fortunately this small elephant had built up a tolerance in his time under the tutelage of Freak.

"That's... A lot.."