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STOMP! Freakshow convulses and flops wildly on the mat like a fish. Like a goldfish. Like a childhood pet goldfish. In his pained frenzy he rolls over to his hands and knees, his head pounding from the stomp to the temple. Wanting some kind of a break he crawls rapidly towards the ropes, and for some reason, again finds himself hung over the middle rope, this time the one facing the entrance ramp, clutching to it for dear life.

Freakshow quickly realizes whats wrong immediately tries to get up to his feet. There was no way on earth he was going to fall for this one again.



The kick connects flush on his stomach! His body jolts upwards and he's sent right back to the center of the ring once more. Determined to protect himself he attempts finding his way to a vertical base, but with the strength and wind sapped out of him, fails three or four attempts in rapid succession. Giving the impression of a man in the middle of a pool of oil. Or jello. Slippery jello.

Fwoosh! Freakshow does a front flip upon having his legs swept out from under him unceremoniously. "AAAGH!" He sits up very quickly after landing on the rough texture of the floor. He clutches his knee tightly to his body and wails to himself, rocking back and forth on his a**, his shoulder blades aching dully.

"WAIT!" Freakshow stares up at his tormentor, putting his hands up defensively as he approaches. "Hold on King-! You want money? THE CLUB?!" He violently squirms and thrashes as he legs are crisscrossed in preparation for the mans finishing maneuver. "It doesn't gotta be like this- GAAAAAAAGH!" He howls out in terror as the mans devastating finishing maneuver is applied!

"AH! AH! STOP!" His begging falling on deaf ears, crawling on two pointy elbows, with his eyes clenched shut he battles to crawl desperately towards the sanctity of the ring ropes. His knees knotted excruciatingly, he didn't want to even risk stopping at simply grabbing onto them, if he got close enough he'd be scrambling right under them to chuck himself directly to the outside. Being in the No Leaf Clover made Freak not want to occupy the same building, much less the same ring, as 2.0.

Freak felt like he'd be in the submission for nearly a year. He pounds at the mat furiously, King was stuck to him like a bloodsucking leech. His panicked grasps fall in the general direction of underneath the ring. If he couldn't get out, he might as well get shade.

As King began dragging Freak from under the ring, he'd likely notice in all his wisdom that the man felt about 30-40 lbs heavier. That's because dragging with him, both hands wrapped around the shaft, so to speak, the new yorker would be pulling a weapon. And not just any weapon. A sledgehammer! And not just any sledgehammer, the signature sledgehammer of Freakshow. It was the Freak-Hammer! Distinguishable from other inferior derivatives by the fact that it was gold. Or spray painted it at least. The fans gasp in shock at the sight of the new and original weapon.

Soon Freak realized that the fact that he was holding a pre-planted weapon did not in the least change the fact that he was locked in a horrific submission hold. <********> He cries out in futility, cradling the weapon so he had something to occupy his hands with other than tapping out, which wouldn't work anyways.