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As "Perfect" plays on the PA, The announcer yells into the mic; "Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California and weighing in at 225 pounds. He is the winner of the 2009 WGUT World Championship and one half of "Bliztkrieg", MR! WGUT! JOEY DESCH!! The beat picks up as Joey shows up on the stage wearing the 2009 WGUT title around his waist.

He makes his way to the ring high fiving as many fans as he can zig zagging from one side to the other. The audience cheers on Joey as he gets up on the apron and looks over at the fans with a smirk as he leans up against the ropes before he "skins the cat." Now in the ring, he removes his face mask, then his bowler, and slowly removes his shades, and finally the 2009 WGUT title around his waist as he hands it to the ref.

Joey climbs up on the ropes as raising his arms getting the audience excited for the match thats about to happen. Just as "Perfect" dies down on the PA, Joey patiently waits in the middle of the ring for Kody and their opponent, Brantley.

You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side, yeah

The use of Freaks old entrance music wasn't the only surprise as he walked through the curtain. Dressed in an expensive looking, perhaps a little bit outdated suit jacket, a silk button up shirt, designer sunglasses, and a gold watch strapped around his wrist, Freak wasn't dressed to compete. Slowly he walked down to the ring. Limping almost. The fans where responding poorer to Freak than they normally would. Without the usual hop in his step, and less vocal to the fans, he made his way down to ringside. The platinum haired superstar grabbed a microphone from a stagehand, nodding him in thanks. Taking his time, Freak walked up the ring steps, and entered the ring through the middle rope..

"Cut the music..."

He said rather weakly... His typically raspy voice sounded rougher than usual. Despite his requests, the music continued to play. He lowered the mic and glanced at the mat briefly with a look of disdain. He shook his head, and raised the mic back to his mouth.

"Cut the music!!"

Freak shouted! This time the crew listened. Grimacing in pain, he raised his hand to his throat, coughing a few times. He straightened back up, took a few deep breaths, and continued to speak.

"It is with a-," Freak pauses to clear his throat, "It is with a heavy heart, that I must inform my opponents-," Freak brings his forearm to his mouth, muffling a cough, "Due to troubles with his leg surgery, my partner and good friend Brantley Summers is unable to be here tonight."

The fans begin to boo! Freakshow apparently in no condition to get in a shouting contest, waits for the fans to simmer down.

"Please... If you keep yelling, you won't be able to hear-," He breaks for a cough, "Hear what I'm going to say... It's very important,"

This doesn't work too well. It's about half a minute before he can start talking again.

"Normally, I would... T-take over for my partner, despite my condition after the..." He pauses for sympathy, "Grueling match last week, but, for those who have strong hearing," His voice quivered slightly, "You may have noticed... I've fallen ill,"

Chants of 'Buuuullshit' echo through the arena. Freakshow once again, waits for the fans to quiet down.

"And... and... My voice... My voice is a very important part of who I am..." He struggles, "Jagged enough to get the point through and smoo-" Freak coughs away from the mic, "Smooth enough to charm any woman, with that in mind... I am unable to compete as well"

He reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a doctors note, inches over towards the referee and hands him the piece of paper.

"To my fans, I'm," Freak pauses to squelch a cough, "S-sorry,"

What fans?

"Joey, Kody, I'm sorry... I know it would've been a competitive, grea-," This time the hack couldn't be held back, "Fantastic match... But the sh-show must go on," Seemingly struggling to finish the promo, he points towards the ramp.

"Here's your opponent!"

Gordert slowly rubbers his’ temples with his left pointer finger and thumb as he listens to Freakshow’s speech about not able to wrestle tonight. Kody walks over the ropes and motions to ring aid for a microphone. Kody says as he leans on the top rope, “Do you really expect us to believe you? You’re the kind of a person that would sell their grandmother for little advantage and you won’t feel bad about doing it either. Yeah you’re sick, alright.”

Kody growls into the microphone, "Sick in the head that is.”

Kody continued to speak as he takes couple of steps backward toward Joey, “Bring out your replacement because I know its going be some person that needed your money to get their fix.”

Joey looked over at the blue light blinding his eyes temporarily.

Ah. The wonders of wearing sunglasses indoors! The arena was buzzing, and it took awhile for the first couple of fans to notice Freakshow had removed solid gold wrist watch he had worn to the ring from his wrist... And it wasn't to check the time either... The timepiece strapped over his knuckles, Freakshow crept towards his opponents! The fans began booing loudly, trying to warn them! Freak lunged at Joey! With the intent of clocking across the head with his improvised brass knuckles! It appeared, to the surprise of not many at all, Freak was feigning his sickness, like a small child who didn't want to get bullied at school.

With the help of crowd booing and Joey falling like a sack of potatoes, Kody knows something is wrong! Kody turns to see Freakshow standing over Joey with brass knuckles in hand.

Since Joey was standing next Kody, he attempts a stiff kick into the hand that has the brass knuckles in the hopes that Freakshow would lose them or wouldn't be able use the hand for the time being.

Joey was sill dazed from the brass knuckle shot and on the mat.