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.
"And his opponent, from New York, New York, weighing in tonight at 205 lbs, Freeeakshow!"Speak of the devil, Freak emerges from the curtain! This triggers an even more negative reaction from the audience. He grins wolfishly. In full (unintentional) sleaze mode tonight, Freak is dressed in a Ribera Steakhouse Track Jacket, shades over his eyes, cigarette dangling from his mouth, a towel in one hand, the coveted Deific title in the other. There is also a notable absence of kneepads. Atop the gorilla position, he breaks into a brief Fargo Strut, before stopping after a couple of steps, slinging the towel over his shoulder, grabbing the title with both hands, and holding it high above his head! He starts down the ramp with a bit of swagger. Every now in then he would single out a particularly fat or ugly fan to insult, but besides that, he was somewhat business-like. Once at ringside, he hangs the towel over the middle rope, then removes his sunglasses, laying them on the edge of the ring..
Taking his time, he walks up the ring steps, then to the middle of the apron, making sure to wipe his feet off before entering the ring. Through the ring ropes he slips into the squared circle, takes a few steps to the middle, before arms outstretched, spinning around once, basking in all his personal glory. He stops facing Duality,
"Don't try anything kid!" He points talking through his teeth while biting on the cigarette to keep it in place. He backs up towards the corner as per the refs request, sheds his jacket, and flicks the cigarette to the outside of the ring.
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