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Deific
Freakshow(c) with Brantley vs Duality with Alexander Dramien

Clean shirt, new shoes
and I don't know what I am gonna do.
Silk suit, black tie,
I don't need a reason why.
They come runnin' just as fast as they can
cause every girl is crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.


"From New York, New York, weighing in at 210 lbs, he is the WWFG Tag Team and Deific Champion, Freakshow!"

The curtains fly open, out pops Freakshow. Notable is the gold, one belt around his waist, as it should, and the other slung over his shoulder. He holds his free arm out, and spins around slowly, letting the crowd see him and all his greatness. An ever present sneer on the champs face, he does a brief Fargo Strut before heading down the ramp. The camera closes in on Freak as he heads down to the ring. "Ah," He winces in mock pain, hunching over a little, "It really puts a strain on your back!" He says loudly over the jeering of the fans and his entrance music, he passes the cameraman, it pans to follow him, he turns his head, "Carrying all this gold, that is," One side of his mouth curls up into a smirk as he turns his attention back to the ring.

He gets up onto the apron, and orders a stage hand to prop it open, wanting an easy entry to the ring. He wipes his boots off on the edge of the ring, and enters through the ropes. Only sparring Duality a quick glance, he backs into the friendly corner to shed his robe and hand the two belts off.

The bell rings, Freakshow steps towards Duality, two fingers held up, "How many belts do you hav-?!" Before he can finish he's jumped on by the challenger! He hits the ground back first, his opponents hands around his throat, being choked blatantly. "Ack!" He squirms and kicks! Grabbing at Duality's wrists, trying to pry him off but to no avail! The ref, of course, begins counting.

At four, Freak is let go. He gasps out for air, arms splayed over his head, his manic and wild movements brought to a halt. He probably shouldn't have let his guard down... THUNK! He's punished for this with a hard headbutt! The fans let out a small pop, Freak hitches his knees up, and curls his arms up over his head!

Freakshow would not lay there and wait to be stepped on.. Arms still around his head, he pushes at the ground with his feet, trying to get near the ropes while Duality was dizzy. Freak, just as dizzy, gets to the bottom rope, and hugs onto it, clinging desperately for dear life! Relying on the refs job to provide separation in this occurrence.

Freakshow, grips to the ropes long after Duality had ceased his attack. Just to be safe, he rolls to the outside of the ring. But maybe he had more on his mind than simple stalling. He leans against the apron, palming at the area that Duality had headbutted, checking for blood. Once feeling able, he pushes himself off the ringside, and starts sluggishly shuffling away from the ring, towards the ramp.

"I don't need this!" He shouts out to anyone that would hear. The ref is at three in his count, Freak turns around, "Don't even bother!-" His eyes widen as Duality hops up onto the top rope. The masked man, all 200+ pounds of him, soars through the air and crashes down onto the champion! The crowd leap to their feet as Freak and Duality splat onto the thinly padded floor outside of the ring!

Freakshow is grabbed by his greased up hair. He's dragged towards the corner near the ring steps, and hooked for the suplex! On the way, there isn't much he can do about, still dazed and confused after receiving the big diving crossbody. When he's put in position, he has a good idea of whats going to happen, so he hooks his leg around Duality's, anchoring himself to his opponent! If successful, he'd then throw a few shots to the ribs!