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Arson was in for another surprise if he though he had an advantage as a wrestler. True most men who excelled at fighting to extremes lacked certain qualities in the ring, but there are always exceptions to the rules. Three cracked his knuckles and looked at the official calling to ring the bell. The man was nervously glancing towards Three now and then, obviously concerned about his fellow referee. Once he had been taken down he was rushed to the hospital, but he'd taken a beating and would be long in painful recovery. Three winked at this matches official, and he gave an audible gulp. Waving his hands the time keeper rang the bell.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Three approached the center of the ring watching Arson now. "So you think you can out wrestle me boy? Care to put that to the test?" Three raised a hand up, offering to give a man nearly 100lbs. heavier than him, a test of strength!

Arson accepted the test of strength locking his hands with Three's, but Arson had every intention of dropping lower than his short opponent to drive him across the ring. It worked, for a few steps. Arson was able to push Three back, but the demon fought back, forcing Arson to exert himself fully before he would be able to lift and drive Three into the turnbuckle. When he impacted in the corner it was a laugh that escaped Three's lungs! "You know nothing of hell boy, but you keep on fighting like that, and you'll burn yourself out before I've even had a chance to show you!" Three then clamped his grip down even tighter on Arson's hands. Three's grip was like iron, a product of years of training in the circus; those who worked the trapese would need a strong grip to hold themselves, and others up for any stretch of time. Then the demon of the ring dropped down, and surged forward his own strength being used to drive Arson back into the center of the ring. Once there Three would drive his strength down grip squeezing as if to crush the bones in Jack's hands, all in an effort to bear him force onto his opponent and make the man kneel before Three!

The kick connected and forced a grunt from Three. But when Arson threw himself back to try and hit Three with a snap suplex, Three brought his feet down first catching most of the impact. This allowed him to roll back up to his feet almost instantly. Three turned, dropping forward to try and bring his knee down against Arson's head before the man could get up.

Three's hope of catching Arson off guard was dashed by the man's quickness. But when Arson offered to lock up with Three the demon accepted. But as Arson tried again to overpower Three, the demon would meet that force with a well placed knee strike aiming for the space just under Arson's ribs, looking to force the air out of his lungs. If that worked Three would try to reach his arm around the back of Arson's head to grab him in a front facelock.

Arson's bid for controll would be wasted effort. While Arson was busy exclaiming about Three's imagined smell, the demon sought to transition the hold even farther by grabbing each of Arson's arms and pulling them back to lock him into a chicken wing position. Then as Arson would try to lift, it would be against Three throwing his own weight back to drive Arson's head into the mat with a devastating DDT!

Three had dominated the beginning of the match, the combinations of his skill, experience, reflexes, and intimidating presence had overwhelmed Arson. Now with his opponent on the mat and rattled, Three rolled up to his feet. Seeking to keep the pressure up Three would tug on Arson's neck to force the man to rise. From there Three would whip Arson across the ring, following close behind looking to knock Arson over the top ropes with a clothesline!