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"Woah-!" Freakshow feels himself and his opponent roll over. This was the last thing he expected, his equilibrium rattled by the sudden change. The referee slides down for the pin attempt with Freak flailing and kicking his arms and legs helplessly.

"One..two-!"

Freak manages to kickout, breaking free from the very hold he had just attempted to put his opponent down with. Startled by what was very nearly a loss, he rolls to his hands and knees, positioning himself so that he was behind Croft, out of his limited field of vision. "Come on kid.. Lets party.." Breathing slowly he would stalk the one eyed man, his tongue hanging out his mouth, waiting for him to begin getting up to his feet before pouncing ontop of him to apply a tight rear chinlock. At all costs Freak was going to keep the pressure on, not wanting to give the dangerous Croft an inch so he could take a mile.

"Come on Croft!" He yells in the young mans ear, wrenching and cranking, making a vice around his neck, almost choking the man. "No! Stay down ya dope!" The blonde demands as the fans begin to clap in unison, helping it will Salem back onto his feet. As Croft starts to force both of them up Freak gets more aggressive, rubbing his taped up forearm into the features of the opponent, roughing him up to keep him down. But he wouldn't stay down, Freakshow is forced up to his feet along with Salem, not matter how hard he applies the hold and no matter how much s**t he talks. Lacking leverage, he grabs a handful of hair and tries whipping Croft headfirst, right back down to the mat unceremoniously.

"Booyah!" Freakshow steps back a little after bringing Croft down to the ground. With a wide smirk he runs his hand through his greased up hair and breaks into a brief strut next to the body of the Charismatic Calamity. Snorting he wipes his palms off on his pastel colored tights and puts his hands on his hips, surveying the audience. "That's how it's done ladies.." Just minutes ago the man had been cowering in fear, begging for mercy. Now, somehow he had gained the advantage through a combination of cheating and dumb lock. Licking his lips, he turns towards the corner with one of those ideas in his thick skull.

Sauntering towards it casually he reaches out for the padding, leaning over, he starts untieing the buckle to expose the steel. He tries futilely to hide what he was up to with his body, despite it being painfully obvious what he was doing. The referee nags and admonishes the blatant rulebreaker, unable to do much else.

"Ok! Ok!" Freakshow holds his hands up defensively after being harassed, the ref glares at Freak, not taking too kindly to his passive aggressive gesture. He turns around to work on putting the turnbuckle back on, the blonde pauses for just a moment before spinning right back around towards Salem, who had just started getting back up. Moving light on his boots, Freak circles behind Croft, unraveling the athletic tape around his wrists. His eyes dart back and forth, he looks to his left, to his right, then back at the preoccupied ref.

Then, in a swift motion he goes to wrap the tape around the throat of his opponent! He reaches his arm around Crofts throat both to cover up and apply more pressure. "Hey! Over here!" He yells to get the refs attention while keeping Croft in his reprehensible submission, a highly illegal choke hold masquerading as a regular ol' sleeper. If applied, he wouldn't be able to help but have a big s**t eating grin on his face that would have told the whole story to an observant viewer. It was like his own, persona,l vile joke on everyone, one that he hoped would have him winning as the punchline.

"Aha.." Freakshow, with his long arms around the neck of Croft, supported by a roll of thick athletic tape underneath, keeps the pressure on his questionable hold. Smiling like a bandit he reaches up to Salems eyes with his free, slimy hand, the texture and smell of which resembled a the inside of a dirty fish bowl. He would cup over his eyes, obscuring his vision to further speed up the process lulling him to sleep. It seems to work too, as Croft hits his knees Freakshow leans over with him, the position offering him a greater deal of room to work with. Warnings from the fans of foul play fall on deaf ears as the WWE:E Remnant champion loses oxygen and blood to his brain, his chances at exacting revenge slowly dripping away from him. Freakshow, despite being outclassed in almost every possible area going into the competition, was now in an unexpectedly ideal position.

Freakshows leg hops up and down, he looks back and forth, becoming increasingly anxious as Salem shows signs of life. Clapping and cheering will the fan favorite up to his feet, in a forward direction to the ropes. Freak fights against Salem for every footstep, every inch of the way, He digs his cracked nails into the neck of his opponent, trying everything in his power, ever dirty little trick to keep him at bay. About halfway to the ropes Freak realized that it was a lost cause, his face twists into a scowl as Salem reaches the top rope. He holds on only for a few more precious seconds before the referee admonishes him for his excessive punishment. Somewhat forcefully the official backs Freakshow away, giving the rule bender a taste of his own medicine, and permitting Salem a well deserved moment to collect himself.

Freakshow keeps his eyes peeled on Croft as he's backed off. He starts to put his arms up, showing that he wasn't planning on doing anything to the official, but has a change of heart. "Nah forget that-" Not wanting to leave Salem to his devices for a moment, he harshly pushes the referee out of the way and starts to take a step back for the rookie. That was all it took, a split second to focus on something else, for Croft to quickly reassert himself back into the fight. "Ah!"

Surprised Freak starts to bring his arms up to block the shot, but it's too late, the dropkick hits him right in the chest like a ton of bricks. His legs fly out right from under him, his shoulders splay back to try padding the fall. High on his back he hits the mat, landing with enough impact to bounce off and somersault backwards. Flopping and flipping all over the floor, he uses the momentum to roll himself to the outside of the ring for yet another escape from the action. "Damn.. Damn.." He hits the ringside area breathing hard and disoriented, in the fog his eyes go straight for the mic.