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"Stop! Please-" Freakshow scoots on his a** away from King, his hands up trying to beckon 2.0 away. Or alternatively, feed himself closer to the currently in control King. With the referee out of play, the dastardly, wily vet waits for the right moment to lunge up and get a thumb right into the eye of his rival! It was surprising just how far Freak had gotten without attempting to cheat even once. Perhaps a new record. The law of Quantum Freak-Cheating states that Freak Cheating can not be destroyed, only delayed and built up.

Freakshow, his back aching, his nose sore from a punch that'd slipped by, pulls himself up by the ropes. He looks towards the ref as if to say, yeah, I did it, so what?. Huffing and snorting he storms towards Kelly to grab him by the hair and whip he straight towards the ground. He wanted to return the favor and he wanted to do it immediately, it had put so much of an impression on the vet. Literally, with his back starting to showing a mild reddish tone.

Freakshow brushes his hands off on his trunks before he points down at King, leaning down over him. "That's how it felt King!" The frothing malicious blonde dangles his bony finger, "That's how it felt for your daughter!" The smug competitor flips the hair out of his eyes before backing into the ropes to get a rebound. Towards the laid out Kelly King he comes running for a jumping forearm aimed to the head.

Freakshow takes a forward roll off the forearm drop, knowing darn well that he didn't need to destroy his knees on his own accord. Sticking on his guy he swivels around and gets on 2.0 for the pin attempt, driving his elbow into the side of his head for good measure.

Freakshow flinches back as he's slapped across the face. He looks down at King, then up at the referee, a look of understated shock. After a moments delay he grabs his opponent by the hair and hoisting him up to his feet. "You wanna slap people?! I'm better than you King!" The blonde looks at his opponent dead center rears back and throws a hard open hand across the face of the rival competitor. The kind of slap Beethovens dad threw to make him deaf. "I'm SMARTER than you!"

Freakshow goes right down to the ground, flat on his chest. The wind already forced out of him by hitting the ground, he then has head neck wrenched back on hard! Feeling his spine compress, features mashed, and given the unshakable feeling that his head is about to be torn off, he claws violently at the ground. Kicking and grabbing at nothing in a desperate attempt to get at the ropes!

"Mmmhm!! Mhmmm!!" Freakshow cries out as he's put in a nastier variation of the crossface! He bobs his head back and forth, trying to shake loose as he turns beet red, struggling for air as he reaches desperately for the bottom rope. The only person he could rely on was the ref as the life is choked out of him by his enraged opponent. God did it smell bad.

Freakshow lays facedown, gasping for air as the headband settles down around his neck. Slowly he starts to peel himself up off the ground when he feels a sharp pain in his ankle. Shouting out he again reaches for the ropes, pounding his other free fist on the ground. After a few seconds of this, and that was all he needed, a few seconds to clear his head, he decides to take action and counter before all his limbs get ripped off. Fighting through the immense pain he tucks his head and tries rolling forward and using both feet to launch him through the ropes!