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She sits alone waiting for suggestions
He's so nervous, avoiding all the questions
His lips are dry, her heart is gently pounding
Don't you just know exactly what they're thinking?

It actually takes a good twenty seconds into the song till Freak shows up. He's shoved out by the producers, center stage onto the gorilla position. He has a very worried look on his face, in fact, he's still in his suit! He looks like he's about to break down and cry.

"..You're not serious right?!"

He says, a look of horror on his face. He turns to back towards the entrance way, but that wouldn't help things. Clutching his title close to him like a safety blanket, Freak inches down the ramp.. He was banged up from the match with Malice, limping. He arrives at ringside, and he took awhile doing it too. He wanted to savor every moment of the now perhaps limited time he had with the belt. "C'mon... Draze..." He pleads from the outside of the ring, "We're old friends! This has gotta be a joke! You dont really wanna do this!?!" He begs, but there was a feeling in the air that he couldn't weasel his way out of this one..

A tense Freakshow enters the ring, allowing security to return to the back. The ref approaches him for the gold, Freak doesn't give it to him at first. He takes a moment to look at the title longingly, before handing it off. The ref holds it in the air while the announcer does his thing..

"Introducing first, from New York New York, he is the reigning and defending WWFG Undisputed Champion, Freeeaaaaaakshow!"

No theatrics, not even a hand in the air. He just stands there in the corner, looking miserable.

"Wait wait wait!" Freakshow leans out between the ropes as Draze closes in on him, taking advantage of the refs obligation to force a rope break. "Not too fast! Keep him back! I'm not ready yet!" He says, trying to get the official between himself and the challenger.

"Back off Draze! To the corner!" Freakshow remains in the ropes, he still wasn't comfortable with starting just yet. "We're gunna start this off clean!" He says, trying to shoo his opponent away. The fans were just a irritated as Draze.

Freakshow gets himself out of the ropes. He leans in the corner and peers across the ring.. The fans are buzzing. There was no more hiding for Freak. No more running. He was about to become the shortest reigning WWFG Champion of all time, at the hands of Draze, one of there favorite wrestlers. He'd stalled for long enough. The time had come. Now it was Freaks move:

He bursts out from the corner and throws a hard kick to the groin of the referee.

Freakshow hits the canvas! He couldn't say he didn't expect this to happen. That didn't make it hurt any less, being tackled by the big man. The wind is knocked right from his lungs. The big man throws wild blows at the slimy champion.

After a shot or two, Freak tries jamming his thumb right into the eye of Draze!

DING DING DING

The bell rings, signifying a win for Draze, though not the kind of win he'd wanted. Freakshow scrambles under the ropes and right out of the ring. He grabs the title from off the apron and starts running. The fans boo him, the schemer, the slimeball, who'd squirmed his way out of defending in what would have been a surefire win for Draze.

Staggering a little bit from the tackle and the blows to the head, up and over the guard rail goes Freak. As he passes by a camera he can be heard murmuring to himself, "Still the champ... Still the champ." Similar to in the entrance, he holds the world title tight to his chest as he cruises through the crowd towards the backdoor, trying his best to avoid the hands of angered audience members en route to his escape. Meanwhile a loud you suck chant is directed to the champion, who had narrowly slipped from the grasps of defeat for now.