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[{As Jarel would wait for his opponent to enter, the light's would dim around the ring and staging area. A blue fog rolled in pouring down onto the stage and a familiar guitar riff would begin.

The music to Cant Stop -RHCP began playing, and as the beat picked up Three emerged from the curtain to a roar from the audience. He danced along with the music, winking to a camera that focused in on his face. He threw his hands down and flames burst up from the ground on either side of him. They danced briefly. When they faded two beautiful women, painted red and adorned with red horns and devil tails, stood next to him.

The women danced for a moment before reaching down in the fog and pulled up two bundles of cloth. Three took one end in each hand and the women stretched them out. Each one close to 10 feet long, the women began to spin and dance closer to Three. They wrapped themselves up in the cloth until they stood next to the man who was giving his best showman's grin. He pulled on his ends of the cloth and it unraveled, falling away, and revealing the women had disappeared.

He held a mic in his hand and watched the crowd quiet down. Lifting it to his mouth he spoke, now looking down at Jarel in the ring.

"Well, this is it! The return on The Dragon!"

The crowd erupted into cheers for their hero. Three smiled and nodded, letting them show their appreciation for the man.

"That's what I expected from them, and why not. This is for them, and they deserve a match that will be remembered forever. So here is what I'm offering you; fight me tonight. I am The Number Three!"

The crowd began chanting, "I, 2, 3!"

"Some people might call me foolish for this, to try and take on a man so big as you. I don't think it's quite so foolish, I can't show my true potential in the ring with anyone but you! So what do you say, lets make this match; The Dragon battles, The Demon of the ring!"}]

[{The crowd burst into a unanimous cheer so loud the building felt as though it was shaking. The announcer spoke quickly as Three dropped his mic and dashed forward sprinting towards the ring.

"And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds. He is, The Number Three!"

Three dived into the ring sliding onto the mat and quickly jumping to his feet. He would continue his rush right at Jarel diving at him with an early spear.}]

[{Three knew two things now. One: against an opponent this big a single strike could change the entire momentum in the match against him. Two: against an opponent like Jarel, if the momentum turned against him, Three might not be able to recover. So with The Dragon against the turnbuckle, Three hopped up and ran at him. He would leap into a body splash that if he hit, he would try to stand himself up on the ropes and repeatedly punch Jarel in the face. }]

[{Three fell back and landed with a thud on the mat. He was ready though, and rolled his feet back with the momentum and rolled up to his knees. He check on Jarel before he would get to his feet and try to charge at him again.}]

[{Three is too focused on keeping the pressure on Jarel to notice the boot in time to avoid it. The foot plants itself on his face and him momentum carries him down to his back. He grabs his face in pain sucking in the air that was pushed from his lungs.}]

[{Three got up and flung against the ropes. He saw Jarel bending down to grab him and launch him over onto his back. Three would throw a kick up at the last second aiming again for Jarel's head.}]

[{Three flashed his "devilish grin" and came at Jarel, he would try to throw him into an irish whip. If he could get The Dragon moving he intended to follow after him and leap at him with a clothesline right at the ropes. Even if it meant he would go with Jarel to the floor, he was determined to get the man off his feet.}]