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"Yeah! Like this!" He starts making a pelvic thrusting motion, "With my d**k," He sneers.. The fans had began getting increasingly unhinged at the notion of this match possibly not being over for Amaze. Freak was in his own little world, he payed no mind, the fans he'd been talking to were getting increasingly argumentative, trying to stall time for there hero.

"What is it a*****e-" The notion that the person behind him could possibly be anyone but the referee was beyond Freak. He turns around, a smug look on his face, until he finds himself face to face with Justin.. Well, not face to face, as Amaze was rather tall. He has to look up to see him. His expression goes from one of confidence, to sheer dread. "No.." Freakshow tries to drop down from the apron, but is caught by the hair! He flails violently, dangling over the floor by his hair!

He puts his feet up on the rope, trying to alleviate the pain on his scalp! All the while he's pleading with his opponent, "Don't do this!" He whines, now stepping up onto the middle rope! "I didn't mean a thing! I always liked y-Ack!" He finds himself yanked up from the ropes, and over the head of The Canadian Standard! High above land, he's steadily marched to the center of the ring.. "No No No!" He cries out helplessly. Fans look on in awe as Amaze lifts up Freak, who while a lightweight, was not light by the standards of a regular human being.

Things where about to get much worse though. Just as he thought Justin was about to do one thing, he did another, quickly transitioning from a simple gorilla press slam, to a Jackhammer! A move that took alot of power and maneuvering to get to. In what feels like minutes, Freak is brought to the ground with the slam! The ring shudders. Fans leap to there feet! Freak arches his back in pain, if allowed, he'd roll over to his stomach, kicking at the ground, not even wanting the stress of his own weight on his back after receiving such a move.

BOOM! It echoed throughout the whole arena! The crowd was cheering wildly and Freak was laid out! Justin was now on his knees, looking down at Freak.. with somewhat open eyes! It was still hard to see, very hard, in fact. Accuracy would still be off, but he could understand where things were for the most part. Justin got to his feet and bent down. "YOU'RE NEXT!" Justin stood up a looked confused. He was getting a bit into the Goldberg moment.. either way, the fans were still cheering and Freak was still owned.

Justin shook his head. He looked around, spotting the door, which is what he wanted. But it wasn't the win he was currently looking for. Even though he could actually see it now. He walked over to the door, and what was reclosed, was now open as he approached it. He had one of the refs come closer. "Get me a table from under the ring." The ref then began to say he couldn't do that, and he was only here to open and close the door, and decide the winner of course. Justin grabbed him by his shirt and nearly pulled him into the ring. "I said, get me a ******** table, now!" He kept a hold of the ref until he finally agreed.

Justin let go and turned back around to face Freak as the ref looked for a table. Justin wouldn't lie.. it took him a couple seconds to actually see where Freak was. But hey, Freak was small, lots of in ring space, good excuse. Not sure where behind Freak was, Justin took a guess, and waited for him to stand. Once he would, Justin would look to run up behind him, and throw him face first into the cage walls!

After slamming Freak's face into the cage, Justin leaned against it with his arms up on it. He then flipped around, and faced the fallen Freak. Justin checked over at the door, not being able to see very well, he squinted to see if a table had made it into the ring yet. Didn't seem like he could see one, even though the ref was currently trying to work the table in. Justin shrugged and began to make his way over to Freak, trying to keep the assault going until the table was ready.

On his way to Freak, Justin stepped on something, and stopped. He moved his foot and bent down to pick up whatever he stepped on. It felt like a can. How the ********? He held it close to his face trying to understand what kind of can it was. A redbull! ******** amazing! Justin opened the redbull and quickly took a swig of it! Sweating like a mofo, it sure helped! It was also a good supply of energy! Still confused as to how it go into the ring, Justin didn't care.

Justin wanted to finish the redbull, but stopped as there was about a third of the can left. An idea on how to stall for a table? Check. Justin would raise the redbull into the air and the crowd would cheer. Justin would then wait for Freak to make it back to his feet. When he finally would, he would try to crack Freak on the skull with the clan, which would cause a lot of his contents to fly out of it!

Smiling as Freak dropped onto his a**, Justin drank whatever was left in the redbull and tossed it to the side. Looking back at the door, for some reason, Justin still couldn't see the ref putting the table in. What the ********? If he had to go back over the bring the ref into the ring, he would! When it comes to Justin wanting to put Freak through a table.. THIS s**t IS SERIOUS MOTHER ******** BUSINESS.

Attention moving back to Freak, Justin grabbed Freak by his head and looked to pull him to his feet. This would be followed up lifting Freak up into a powerslam position, and running at the cage walls. Attempting to slam his back hard into the steel! If successful, Justin would do this multiple times before finally do a 180 degree turn and attempting to slam him hard into the canvas!

From the sheer force of slamming Freak down into the canvas, Justin was able to bounce back to his feet. Justin then looked over at the door again. Being able to see a little bit better now, he could actually see the table starting to enter the cage over the top rope. Were they dumb? Slide it in under the bottom one for ******** sakes. Justin marched over to the door, sight being a bit blurry, he ran into the table that was coming in over the top rope. "Mother ********! Give me that!' Justin grabbed the table and ripped it out of the refs hands, and into the ring.

Table now in the ring, Justin began to set it up, and placed it parallel with the door. This way, once he put Freak through it, he could look at Freak right up close when he walked through the door! Once in perfect position, Justin walked back over to Freak, and looked to bring him to his feet once again!

This was going Justin's way now! At first, it was pretty horrible. His vision still quite blurry thanks to Freak's attacks on them, but he could still see fairly well. This was Justin's moment to end things! He drop Freakshow right now and escape this cage once and for all! It was all going to be done right about- SMACK! Not quite now.

The tape that Freakshow was holding connected right with the side of Justin's head, causing him to release Freakshow and fall down backwards. Sneaking little b***h! Words couldn't describe how close Justin was to a victory. All he had to do was put Freak through a table from there. Instead, he was now laid out on the canvas from tape.