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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


Freakshow walked out of the backstage area, dressed sharply, despite having a match coming up.. Slowly he walked down the ring ramp, not wanting to exert the slightest bit of effort before his match. He arrived at the ringside area, and motioned to a stage hand, pointing towards the ring. Said stage hand got onto the apron, holding the ring ropes open for Freak. He strutted up the ring steps, and gingerly entered the ring, not wanting to wrinkle his suit.

Freak grabbed the mic, and waited for the crowds booing to die down... "Shut up! I got something to say!" He shouted at the audience. This, predictably, made them boo even louder... So he waited even more... "...Brantley, my old friend, buddy, acquaintance," Freak oily voice loud and clear through the speaker system. "You act like you where the only one wronged in this professional relationship," Freak snorted, the fans began to boo at tone the pretentious wrestler was speaking in...

"...Wrong!" He shouted abruptly, removing his sunglasses, he pointed to his nose, where a band-aid was. "This is what happened at the Pay Per View you weren't at! Look at it!" He turned towards the camera to zoom in on the small bandage on his nose "Look at it!" Freak was appearing to become a bit unhinged, the fans riled up by the tension between the two partners. "Do you know how many movie deals this has ruined? Countless! COUNTLESS!! How the hell would we get on Jersey Shore anyways with," He pointed towards the bandage again for emphasis. "This!"

"I got put in a handicap match with Kody and Joey! I ruined a good suit in that match! My /favorite/ suit Brantley! Do you understand!?" He screamed, gesturing madly.. He probably shouldn't have worn the thing in that match anyways, but regardless, "Suits like that don't come around every day! It was made for me!"

"And finally, I had to find a replacement partner for the cage match!.."

Freak stopped himself... The red from his face drained, a smile appeared on his face... "And...You know what? He was pretty cool guy!" He said, putting his hand on Brantley shoulder. "And you know what else? This cut that I got at the cage match? It'll heal, and I'll look just as good as I did before it! If not /better!/" The fans began booing, Freak had lead them to believe they where about to see the collapse of a team.. "And that suit? I got millions of suits! That one was ugly anyways"

Freak paused, laughing briefly, "So that's why... I'm not mad at you Brantley!" Freakshow embraced his tag team partner with a manly bro hug as the fans hit their booing zenith. "Still the champs... Still the champs...," Freak said away from the mic.

Brantley heard the music start blasting as he had a look of shock across his face.
"NO! NO DAMMIT! NOT NOW! NOT MY RETURN!"
He backed to the ropes staring at the stage waiting for someone to come out still with a look of fear stuck on him.

Gordert walks out onto the stage with his right hand planted on his forehead. Hanging off his right hip is a light brown scabbard with a steel pommel at the end of the hilt. Gordert brings up a microphone up to his lips, “Here I thought you two cannot get any gayer, but yet you prove me wrong.” He removes his hand from his forehead, “Brantley, you’re attempting to be a pirate right? I hope you know Mongols never actually used the sea, they were land locked. They were barbarians.”

Crowd erupts into cheers for the former best in the business

“When you were hurt for the last five months, you used it to go on vacations? I guess I should have made sure that you were confined to a bed for your own safety. What I mean about your own safety is that I heard those Asian hookers have a small problem or more like a big problem. They have the-“

Kody clapped his hands in front of him

“Clap”

Gordert slowly walks down the ramp toward the ring

“Handicap Champion is more proper title for that, Brantley. The reason is that the champion will face two opponents and if there is more one champion then that would be called a tag team championship then.” He scratches the side of his head, “if I remember right, you two never actually won the WWFG tag team championship before Brantley accidently fall onto a cart of light tubes. You kept saying that you could have been something great. If I didn’t show you that life is full of people who are better than yourself right there and then. Then you would be like everyone else around here…”

Gordert grins foxily as he stands at the end of the ramp

“A wannabe”

Crowd gave Kody a mix reaction for calling everyone that they are wannabes. Kodiak places his hand onto the pommel as he continued, “You are right about calling those light tubes being cheap because I upgraded my weapons of causing people pain.”

He grips the handle and pulls the weapon out of the scabbard. He pulls out a long blue tinted glass sword with a word in another language craved into the blade. “Is it nice? I borrowed the money from your bank account after I located your visa card. Don’t worry Brantley I will just count this as your Christmas present for me.”

Kody says as he places his new sword back into the scabbard,
“Freakshow, you’re never the star of the movies. You’re the stunt double for the ‘action’ scenes.”

Gordert places his hands on his hips and leans forward to see what Brantley was trying to show and finally sees it was a something metallic. “Is that a butter knife?” Kody asks as Brantley pulls the sword freely out, “swordsmanship will only get you so far, Brantley. If you don’t actually practice in life or death situation then you will choke when a sword comes toward your throat.”

One thing he hates the most besides stoners, liars, and cheaters: having a sword pointed at him. Gordert is growing tired of Brantley and his empty threats about cutting his head off because that would ruining his plans if he was beheaded. He quickly slides into the ring, and attempts a roundhouse kick into the hand that is holding Brantley's sword!