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Freakshow, having landed near the steel ring steps, props himself against them. He breaths a heavy sigh of release and pulls his hair back out of his eyes. The new yorker cringes as he brings his forearm to his back, while it'd saved him, the desperate counter had taken plenty out of him. He begins to start standing up, with aid of both the steps and the apron.

Freakshow, upon finding his way to his feet, crouches down against the structure of the squared circle. The champ takes a few moments to rest. The man had expended nearly all of his tools, nearly. There was still one unexploited trick that he had, and that was the fact that he packed a mean lariat. He places his fingers against the ground in something resembling the three point stance, measuring up the larger opponent. He licks his bottom lip, taps the ground with the toe of his boot, and sends himself bursting towards Landry, aiming to take him over the guard rail for a nasty Cactus Style Western Lariat!

"Wooooooooooooah!"

Freakshow screeches as Landry ducks under him and he is launched up and over the guard rail! He puts his hands against the top of the barricade in a vain attempt to control his fall. While he wasn't heading in the direction of a particularly crowded area, fans nearby moved out of the way anyway. Freak hits the ground with a roll before ending up down on the floor near some chairs, the floor, notably, was quite filthy. Of course, the fans pop as this happens, always nice to see the champion get hurt. "Auuuuugh.."

Freakshow starts getting up, bracing his hand up against the chair for support. Unfortunately the chair was not a steady source of support, it slid away and he feel right back down on his face. After another attempt he manages to get back up.. Only to see Landry charging straight for him. Audience members back away, meanwhile as the challenger approaches, a panicking Freak grabs ahold of a nearby chair. There was about to be a trainwreck.

Landry jumps up onto the barricade, Freak chucks the weapon right at the left knee of The Heartbreaker!

Freakshow lazily tosses the chair behind him, not caring who it could hit. He stumbles backwards into the rail. Hooking his arms around them, he leans on it for support. Things were back in his hands and he knew it, now it was time to slow things down to his pace. The pace of a thinking mans competitor. The greasy competitor bides his time, knowing he needed the rest, he'd wait for Landry to try to start getting up. Key word, try.

"Get up!" Halfway through Landry's ascent, Freak would try and stop him by approaching, leaning over, and digging his finger nails across the opponents back! "Hyeeeeeeah!" The champion grunts. It was a diabolical move by a man who'd do nearly anything to win and keep his belt. One could see it in his eyes, as someone whose had gold evade him for the majority of career, it wasn't often that the already unhinged Freakshow was in a position where he had everything to lose.

After opening up the challenger with the back rake, Freak goes down to pick up Landry in a front chancery, and back him towards the railing. One arm around the neck, the other grabbing him by the waist of the tights, he'd turn around and try dumping him over the guard rail to the other side, the ringside.