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Freakshow steps back as McLennon shoves him away. He stands there as the fan favorite turns to leave, his face slowly twisting contemptuously as takes one step towards his opponent for next week. Tightening his fist around the wad of the chemical paper the Marauder with twitchy hands reaches into his jacket pocket for a lighter.

CLICK CLICK

In one motion he lobbies the Memphis fireball towards the side of Mad Dog's face, shaking his hands violently as the volatile projectile leaves his touch somewhat lopsidedly but with intention nontheless.

Freakshow doesn't waste a moment. As soon as the fire clears he is halfway up the ramp with the microphone clutched in his hands. The bloodied Laundre meets him halfway with a terrible wail, his arms held high above his head as staples stick out of his skin. Gagging very slightly at the sight of his visible distressed companion he ducks under the arms of his enforcer who after a few more steps would fall flatly on his face.

Atop the ramp he turns around, looking towards the carcass then at Mad Dog behind him. He dripped with sweat, the color slightly drained from his face as the gravity of the situation began to dawn on him. Swallowing, his eyes burning red, he raises the microphone to his mouth prepared to make things far far worse for himself:


The words Loser Leaves Town echos throughout the arena. Freakshow stops, feeling disassociated from his body and his actions. Whatever he possessed him to raise the stakes was purged at the moment of his declaration, leaving only one voice in his head, one telling him to run.