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Freakshow stands on the ropes unsteadily, his knees shaking, one foot on the second rope the other on the top turnbuckle. He had in his stupor found himself in a spot just as bad as before. To making things worse Croft was right on his tail, scaling the top rope with far more grace and agility than he had after eating the turnbuckle. He looks straight forward into the eyes of a determined, rather angry dispositioned opponent. On Freaks side of things it had been a lame ******** around, his offense had amounted to an eye gouge, a fork, and a few basic holds. Before him was an opportunity to do some damage in a major way, the lightbulb went off in his head.

Salem reaches for a big time Superplex. Freakshow has something else in mind, he goes to interrupt by raking his fingers across the face, hopefully into the eyes, of Croft. To top things off he would grab the man by the wrist, the wrist connected to the elbow, connected to the shoulder which he had damaged in his hit and run attack. If Croft were sufficiently stunned, Freakshow would jump off of the top rope to the ringside floor with the forearm in hand, forcing Salem to drop off the other side or risk being dragged down.. Thus riding the mans shoulder and arm right down against the exposed steel.

Freakshow hits the outside of the ring. He stumbles backwards a little bit before getting his footing and peering through the ropes towards his opponent, writhing in pain. The fans react at first with silence, surprised that Freakshow as able to deal such a substantial amount of damage in such a remarkably short time. Slowly the reaction forms into boo'ing. His eyes narrow in on the injured shoulder of Croft, a factor in the match many had forgotten up to this point. His movements now calm and relaxed aside from a slight limp and lunch from the attacks earlier, he slides towards the ring.

Up he throws the ring banner, immediately something catches his eye, down he looks with a foxish smile. He graps onto a long, thick chain and lifts it out from under the ring, an object normally used by the roadies for rigging together the sets. Onto the side of the apron he puts it, "There we go.." Slowly he wipes at his nose with his wrist, the tape stained dark by sweat. Back into the ring his eases, creeping slowly towards the agonized Croft. Standing up over him he grabs the man roughly by the ear, squeezing tight, and with the other hand grabs his forearm, bending his injured arm behind his back in a hammerlock position. Roughly, then, he would try hauling the hurt man up. "Aaah not so hard huh?!"

"Get up.." Freakshow cranks hard on the wing, a simple armbar made much more effective by the situation at hand. He grabs at Crofts hair for more leverage and looks across the ring at the opposite corner. "You ain't s**t pal!" He pulls back, milking his advantageous position for all it was worth. After a couple of seconds standing up he would take a few steps towards the middle of the ring, forcing Croft to go infront of him. He would speed up then, aiming on running him towards the other side and launching him straight into the pads, his arm still pinned back behind him, leaving his shoulder open and exposed. "Yah!" He grunts while shoving the young superstar straight forward before backing up rapidly to let him fall. Freak, a patient man, had finally been permitted his second wind, he was not about to let it go to waste.

Freakshow reaches for the back of Salems neck and around his arm, sneering as he backs up to try dragging the man away from the buckle and letting him drop onto the floor. Smirking he would strut back towards the downed man, following up by dropping down next to the man for a pin attempt. A carefully planned pin attempt at that, he would hold down the mans free arm and hook his leg, forcing him to use his bum shoulder should he attempt to kick out. "Count it ya idiot!" He scolds the ref while leaning back on the fall. Freak knew damn well that there were no pins in the submission match, he was simply trying to bait the greenhorn. The official simply looks right at him, confused.

"Moron.." Freakshow immediately grabs onto the elbow of Croft from off the mat as he lifts it up, making it clear his move was no mistake. He uses it to roll The Charismatic Calamity over onto his back while he himself reaches a standing position. Holding on tight he leans down, isolating the limb away from the rest of the body before straightening up and jumping up into the air to throw a hard stomp at the upper right arm of the man. "Hyah!-" He would should theatrically upon bringing his white boot down to either the mat or the arm. In contrast to Salems blind fury, Freak sought to slowly break the opponent down with surgical precision and accuracy.

Freakshow presses down on his opponents arm, letting his limb bear the full weight 205 lb vet. "Try to get up! I'm right here!" I leans down, yelling even louder at the squirming opponent, his speech a bit slurred still from all the offense obsorbed "You wanted me so bad!? I'm right here!!" Red in the face, he spits at Salem on the floor, although from all the shots to the head his aim wasn't so great. He reaches down and grabs the mans wrist and uses it to roll him over closer to the corner, keeping a hold on it and again pinning it behind his back after getting him on his stomach.

Moving fast before he could realize what was going on, Freakshow would back lean up, back up into the corner and hurriedly position himself up on the second rope, as soon as he got up there he would hop off for a short diving knee drop pinpointed where his arm and torso met.

Freakshows knee smashes into Salems spine, in addition doing damage to his wrist and shoulder. The knee drop was a frequently employed move by the cruiserweight, in fact one of his finishers was that very strike from the top rope. He hits the ground with a forward roll, minimizing any impact from the fall. Freak would find himself on a kneeling position, fist raised in the air, eyes squinting under the lights, a small smile on his face. He wipes the sweat from his forehead before pushing himself onto his feet. Slowly he was getting his lost energy back. Casually Freakshow strolls towards Salem, his stance loose, shoulders lax as he leans down to grab the wrist of the opponent, hoping to pry the hurt arm towards himself.

"Give up!" Squatting down over Crofts lower back Freakshow locks the hand and tries contorting his opponents arm up at an awkward angle over his shoulder for a variation of the top wrist lock. "Give up ya miserable punk!"

The arena starts to come alive as Croft slowly starts working his way up to his feet. Freak tries halting his progress by pulling harder on the hold, but the harder he pulls the less he can focus on keeping the man down. Eventually he finds himself on his feet with his opponent, only this time he did not panic. Instead he kept control of the wrist, twisting hard as he makes his away around to the front of his opponent, wrenching every time he struggled to break free. Deliberately and forcefully he would grab the elbow of Croft and while standing right in front of him, start bending his arm up at an awkward angle, yet another variation on a simple hold made dangerous, the wristlock.