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 Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 9:27 pm
Freakshow emerges out the other side of the ring holding a red gallon of gasoline. There is some gasoline under the ring because ******** you that's why. To the surprise of no one he tips his head back and pours the stuff into his mouth after looking towards both ways for that savage a** *****. Aaah gasolina. Puffing his cheeks up and on the verge of tears Freak slides the canister behind the ring steps as he lays slumped waiting to be discovered like an acoustic guitarist on the stage at Starbucks except not nearly as repulsive.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 9:36 pm
After a few moments of searching for Freakshow, Mad Dog releases the ring apron and looks around him. No sign of Freakshow. Following his nose, Mad Dog makes his way around the ring sniffing. Is that... gasoline?
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 9:45 pm
The Marauder pops from around the corner finding himself face to face with McLennon. Taking advantage of the element of surprise he lets loose a spray of unleaded directed to the eyes of his pursuer. It wasn't all peaches and cream for Freak, as he had neglected to remember as only he could that there was a gaping hole in his mouth that was just large enough to accommodate the burning fuel. Regardless of the outcome, it wasn't worth it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 12:16 am
"RRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
Mad Dog is brought to his knees as the gasoline burns his eyes. Bleeding and bruising was one thing, but gasoline to the eyes was on a whole different level. Mad Dog pawed at his enflamed eyes, furious with Freakshow but unable to punish him as he was blinded at the moment.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 7:16 am
The wiley veteran staggers blindly grabbing the gasoline container mouth wide open to let his insides air out. Standing behind Mad Dog he reaches down grabbing him by the hair to crank his head to the side momentarily. "U...S...A!!" Aiming the nozzle at McLennon's punctured ear he tips the canister pouring the liquid as close as he could to the open wound.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 8:29 pm
Glug glug glug
Taking advantage of the blinded Mad Dog, Freak proceeds to dump gasoline directly into his bleeding ear. His USA chant was DOA, as no one shouted along.
"Ahhhhh!"
The gasoline burned. With his eyes and ear stinging, Mad Dog was in a lot of pain. As gasoline leaked down his face and the fumes reach his nostrils, a familiar feeling began to wash over Mad Dog. He was getting pretty high.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 9:02 pm
"I pledge allegiance.."Freakshow tosses the gasoline can back over his head allowing it to land in the first row next to a baby. Standing behind his light headed opposition he tightens his fist intending on taking a page out of Papa Beethovens book and driving his fist repeatedly against the ear of McLennon in short bursts. "..To the flag..!!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 9:05 pm
Mad Dog is punched by Freakshow 3... 4... 5 times before he is knocked to the ground, holding his bleeding, gasoline-soaked head. If his vision had begun to clear, it didn't matter at this point because Mad Dog was now seeing stars.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 9:22 pm
Retrieving the can from the first row Freak using the side of the ring as a crutch makes his way around slowly to the table propped up by McLennon earlier. Wringing out his hand and sticking his pinkie knuckle in his mouth momentarily he leans over the table hacking loudly over the surface taking a precious moment to rest. Knowing the Dog wouldn't be for behind he upends the rest of the contents of the canister over the table.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 9:47 pm
As Mad Dog's vision began to clear, his high remained. Pulling himself to his feet by the edge of the ring, the bloodied Mad Dog was reminiscent of a hardcore Jesco White - unfortunately he had left his tap shoes at home.
Walking towards Freakshow, Mad Dog felt like he was in a dream. He still felt the burning pain, but it was different - dulled.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 8:44 am
Freakshow climbs the ring steps to the apron taking his time under the presumption that McLennon was disposed of for the moment. Facing the audience he puts his hands in the air letting out a spray of blood from his mouth as he throws his head back triumphantly.
Hooking his arms around the ropes and leaning into them exhausted he see's out of the corner of his eye the opponent floating towards him like a zombie. Freak may not of have seen McLennon, but McLennon saw Freak, and in spite of this strategic maladjustment the businessman would clasp his hands over his head running across the apron, screaming as he dives for an ill-timed double axe handle on the man with a nearly 40 lbs advantage.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 8:31 pm
As Freakshow leaps, Mad Dog is right there to catch him - in a bear hug. With the two men face to face, Mad Dog smiles wickedly. With a head full of gasoline and no ******** to be given, Mad Dog attempts to smash his head into Freakshow's face with a series of headbutts!
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 9:06 pm
Freakshow is caught. Well this wasn't going to be good. He probably was going to do a belly to belly or something. He went to Japan after all. Guys from Japan love doing suplexes. Freakshow braces himself, preparing to be thrown overhead for a suplex or maybe even rammed into the nearby ringpost. THUNK. THUNK. THUNK. What the ********. Freakshow is bashed repeatedly with Mad Dog McLennons face. Each thud accompanied by a small cloud of blood as the Marauder slinks down to the ground after the final headbutt. That is, if he were allowed the luxury of falling to the ground.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 9:24 pm
The audience began cheering like mad after the series of violent headbutts, punctuating the theme of this highly dangerous and extreme match. With Freakshow sinking to the floor, finally vulnerable, no way to run, stuck between the most violent man on the planet, and a flaming table. The fans were feeling it, finally, Freakshow was going to get what he deserved.
My songs know what you did in the DAAAAAAAAAARK...
The crowd loses its collective mind as another one of Freakshow's more heavily targeted victims made his way to the ring, a look of fire and viciousness on his face. He wasn't in ring gear, having already competed tonight, wearing only jeans and some boots. He marched down to the ramp, with a kendo stick in his hand, eyes dead set on Freakshow. He knew he was interfering in a match, but he had put his a** on the line to save Mad Dog from Freakshow before, he figured, hey, Mad Dog needed to return the favor with a free pass at him.
Matthias stepped between Mad Dog and Freakshow, giving him a look that said, 'I got this,' before standing over Freak, and raising the Singapore Cane high over his head.
"It's about time I did this..." Matthias muttered...before turning rapidly, and aiming to strike Mad Dog right in his head!
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 9:44 pm
As Freakshow slumps to the floor, free of Mad Dog's bear hug, Landry's music hits. Confused, Mad Dog looks to the stage to see Matthias walking his direction with a kendo stick. What did he want? Was he the newest Midnight Marauder? Is this another of Freakshow's dirty tricks??
Mad Dog's suspicions are laid to rest as he and Landry exchanged looks. Stepping aside, Mad Dog gladly allowed Landry to cane the Freakshow. Except...
THWACK!
Landry wasn't here to cane Freakshow - the kendo stick smashes onto Mad Dog's head, surprising him and knocking him to the floor. The crowd begins to boo loudly at Landry's betrayal!
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