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The fans began to cheer loudly! Of all the people they wanted to be sent to the other show, Freak was among the top present in the battle royal. They continue like this for a minute, maybe less, until, almost drowned out by the clamoring, the tribal drums of a familiar song creeps into the arena like an unwelcome drunk uncle at a family reunion.

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith


It shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that Freak had some objections. Whether they made sense or not, he was going to voice them. Through the curtains walked the expected star, what wasn't expected was his behavior. He was slowly clapping, a big grin was on his face. Faintly, the camera caught him laughing "Hah hah hah!" It sounded a little bit stressed.

Dressed expensively, but not tastefully Freak walked down the ring ramp, shaking his head in gleeful disbelief. He wasn't even bothering to stop and yell at the fans like he usually did. Freak walked up the ringsteps carefully, not wanting to mess up his suit. Then motioned for a stage hand to prop the ring ropes open for him, allowing for easier entry to the ring.

He stood near the ring ropes for a bit, until his was handed a microphone. Then he advanced to the middle of the ring. As usual, he waited for the fans to quiet down, taking the spare time to straighten out his suit a bit. Finally he raised the mic to his mouth.

"Heh heh.. Janelle, 'pal', for a second you almost got me," He chuckled, his raspy voice invaded the arena through speakers. "I was going to walk out here, red in the face," He motioned towards his mug, "Ranting and raving, threatening you.. "

Freak scratched at his beard, he cleared his throat, "I know it doesn't seem... Like me, but I was" He paused, grinned again, he looked out towards the crowd, muffling a laugh at their collectively confused demeanors. Freak paced around the ring for a second, trying to find the right words to say before stepping back in place.

"Then I realized the absurdity of it all" Freak said, getting increasingly giddy, raising his voice "I've seen alot of good pranks pulled in my day, but kid'," He cleared his throat, "This act you pulled together takes the cake," He puts his arm around Janelle, "Just imagine the stock holders nearly pissing themselves," He wiped at his eyes, about to say the punch-line "When they found out that the biggest star in Burn was getting passed down to Drown!"

Nobody laughed with Freak as he slapped his knee's at the perceived audacity of the scenario that he was being presented with. "Kid, it's really nice of you to lighten the mood. But now we should be serious, someone's career in burn is on the line right now. And now that you've dragged me out here," He said, looking back at the titantron with an optimistic smile, then continued with a bit of flair, pointing to the tron "Let's see who's the newest member of Drown!" Unable to comprehend that it was even possible anyone would want in off burn, he waited for the shuffler on the jumbotron to start up again.

The words floated around the arena for a bit. Stunned, it took Freak a moment to process what was just said to him, his ego serving as a temporary shield to the insults. Could somebody possibly say something like that to him? Well, someone just did, and it became very apparent when he realized this. He turned back towards Janelle, seething, red with anger. For a brief moment he attempted to calm himself, he breathed heavily, and removed his sunglasses with shaky hands, tucking them into his shirt pocket.

His shell shocked eyes darted around the arena at first, a hint of sadness in them. This was after all supposedly his last night on Burn. Finally, he sighed heavily, appearing to have gotten a grip of himself, Freak straightened up his suit, ran a hand through his hair, and before he turned to leave, gave Janelle a disdainful look that he was over it. He was far from over it. His back towards Janelle, he took a few choppy steps, before whirling around for a hard slap across the face!

Freak storms towards Janelle! "The ******** is wrong with you-!?" He is quickly shut up and floored with a hard right hand to the jaw! Freak wasn't expecting such retaliation, he rears back and falls on his a**. The crowd began cheering loudly, some of them, newer fans perhaps, where just as surprised as the recipient of the punch.

Janelle was about to really go after Freakshow when Drown's gm comes out and she stops. she doesn't take her eye off freakshow, but she's paying attention to the gm

Tim stopped at the top of the ramp, and with a confident smile, a mic in hand and a hand in his pocket. Tim scanned the crowd for a moment, as they Burn audience gave out mixed reactions for the rival GM. "Freakshow, don't you worry about a thing. Don't think of this as being booted off Burn, cause in all actuality. When I found out that Janelle had the opportunity to chose from hand full of Burn superstars, I looked through the selected stars, and one name in particular came to mind... Can you guess who's name that was?" Tim said with a arrogant tone. "Of course you can cause your the kind of arrogant, stuck up, self-absorbing, twisted individual I've been wanting on Drown. So I gave Janelle their a call, and threw in my opinion, low and behold, I got what I wanted. Truthfully Freak, I wanted you on Drown to help boost ratings, and bring Drown back to it's former glory." Tim paused. "Let's go Freakshow, the more time you take to get your a** out of the despicable, the less chance you got at thriving on Drown." Tim lowered the mic, and stared into the ring, with a stern face, waiting for Freakshow to exit the ring. Of course knowing Freakshow it wouldn't be that easy.