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A simple eerie tune kicked in once Eliza had taken her corner. The music continued on turning into a haunting wailing chant, as two women stepped out onto the stage. The women were dressed in skin tight leather outfits that looked a if they were stretched over the women's frames rather than pulled on. They had long flowing black hair with red horns poking out from either side of their skulls. The horns matched perfectly with the red of their flesh.

Isis and Lilith pushed a flatbed cart out onto the stage. The cart had several large objects on it, but a tarp covered the contens. They ignored the excited pop from the audience and casually pushed the cart down the ramp until they were at ring side. Lilith climbed the stairs and stepped into the ring, offering Eliza a wicked smile and placed her hand over her mouth separating her middle and ring fingers before flicking her tongue at Eliza.

On the floor, Isis grumbled and whipped the tarp off of the flatbed cart. Beneath it were several give gallon jugs of a substance so black it seemed to be an empty void, and an inflatable child's swimming pool. She tossed the pool up to Lilith who began setting the pool up in the middle of the ring.

While the pool inflated, Isis started to lift the jugs and set them on the mat. The song picked up slightly as the two demoness's stepped into the ring and one by one, poured the black inky substance into the pool. The process seemed to drag on while the song finished, the tune fading out as the final drops of fluid dripped into the pool.

The pair tossed the bottles out of the ring and started to leave, abandoning the odd pool in the center of the ring.

CLANG!!

The house lights shut off, leaving only a sea of cellphone lights surrounding the ring in the audience's hands. One by one those lights started to blink out as well.

A the last light winked out of existence the arena was left in total darkness. In that darkness, the weight of the atmosphere grew heavy until voices started chanting.

Belial, Behemoth, Beelzebub
Asmodeus, Satanas, Lucifer

Music kicked in and a lone beam of crimson light shone down on, the pool while the chanting continued.

Belial, Behemoth, Beelzebub
Asmodeus, Satanas, Lucifer

A hand suddenly plunged out of the pool, it reached out grabbing the edge of the pool.


Since dawn of time
The fate of man is that of lice
Equal as parasites
And moving without eyes
A day of reckoning
When penance is to burn
Countdown together now
And say the words that you'll learn
Hell Satan, Archangelo

A second hand thrust up into the air and gripped the other side of the pool.

Hell Satan, welcome Year Zero
Hell Satan, Archangelo
Hell Satan, welcome Year Zero
Belial, Behemoth, Beelzebub

The hands gripped and started to pull, and soon the round back of a head rose up from in the fluid. Sinister horns grew from the sides of the head.

Asmodeus, Satanas, Lucifer
Crestfallen kings and queens
Comforting in their faith
Unbeknownst to them
Is the presence of the wraith
Since fate of man is equal
To the fate of lice
As new dawn rises you shalt recognize
Now behold the Lord Of Flies

The entity emerged from the depths of the darkness, liquid black dribbling from its body. He continued to rise, and held out absorbing the adulation from an audience that still remembered the spectacle of the demon of the ring.

Hell Satan, Archangelo
Hell Satan, welcome Year Zero
Hell Satan
He will tremble the nations
Kingdoms to fall one by one
Victim to fall for temptations
A daughter to fall for a son
The ancient serpent deceiver
The masses standing in awe
He will ascend to the heavens
Above the stars of God

The Number Three rose to his full glory, a figure of darkness standing in a shaft of burning light. He turned slowly rotating without appearing to move until he was facing Eliza. His eyes opened, and a wide sharp grin split his face. He stepped out of the now empty pool, the liquid seeming to have vanished, the only traces remaining were the black footprints he left behind as he walked to his corner.

Hell Satan, Archangelo
Hell Satan, welcome Year Zero
Hell Satan, Archangelo
Hell Satan, welcome Year Zero

Lilith slid far enough into the ring to grab the pool and pull it out of the squared circle. Three stood in his corner, imposing and menacing. After that entrance he needed no introduction. The buzz in the arena was electric, every soul was eager for the battle they were about to witness.

In unison the lights returned, and the bell rang.

Ding
Ding!

Three stepped forward slowly, trailing black steps towards Eliza.

Three was just getting used to this new body. He hadn't even had a chance to stretch and limber up. His opponent zipped past him in a flash, feigning a punch into a slide that took one leg out from under him, and a strike that buckled his other knee. Just like that, Eliza had already taken him off his feet. This wasn't a good look for the notorious Demon of the ring.

He grit his shark like teeth and drove a fist into the mat before starting to push himself back to his feet. "The last uppity little b***h that thought she could take me on learned her lesson bent over my knee. How far am I going to get to push you before you safeword out?"

Three snarled and spun around on one knee to turn behind Eliza. She was trying to provoke him, he knew it; but, he was willing to let it work for the sake of instruction, which came in the form of him surging forward to try and catch her from behind. If he managed to catch her before she could slip away, he'd turn the grapple into a massive German suplex throw.

Three rolled to his stomach and pushed himself back up. He stalked towards the downed Eliza. He stood over her, looking down at her with a scrutinizing expression. "Seems the fly has already had her wings clipped." He knelt down and grabbed her hair in his fist, right at the back of her scalp, and pulled in an attempt to force her into getting up faster. "Let me help you with that." If he was able to force her up, Three would try and grab her under her arms and would twist to launch her into the air and throw her across the ring to the other ropes with a mighty biel throw

Three had gained the momentum, and he was known for capitalizing on that advantage. He kept ramping up the energy, Three leaned into the ropes to give him a boost as he pushed off their tension and charged across the ring. Diving feet first before he got to Eliza, attempting to baseball slide kick her under the ropes, out of the ring, and send her crashing out to the floor below.

Three climbed to his feet and watched Eliza writhe on the floor outside the ring. He took delight in seeing her in pain. This faux samurai was exactly what he despised. A faker, a pretender. He dashed to a corner, and climbed the ropes until he was perched at the top, crouching like a gargoyle in the darkness.

Then he suddenly jumped high into the air. Leaping to come down at Eliza with the Hellbow Drop!

Three was well committed to the diving elbow drop when Eliza pulled herself together enough to roll out of the way. Leaving Three to SLAM directly into the ground hard. The audience winced in unison as Three bounced off the thin padding covering unyielding concrete. He over reached, too fast into the match and now he was passing for it in a big way. The question was, could Eliza gain the wherewithal needed to capitalize on the momentary advantage she'd earned?

The official shouted in the ring,

1!

Beginning the contout.