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AC/DC hit the pa system,
Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!
Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!
Oi! Oi! Oi!

One by one the lights in the arena shut off. The dark soon washed over the arena, even blinking out the multitude of cell phone lights that turned the audience into a starfield in the night.

“Introducing, his opponent, by request! The demon of the ring, The Number Three!!!”

See me ride out of the sunset
On your color TV screen
Out for all that I can get
If you know what I mean
Women to the left of me
And women to the right

A single beam of light cut through the darkness hitting a fog covered stage. The Number Three strolled into the light, emerging from the darkness like liquid pouring into the empty space.

Ain't got no gun
Ain't got no knife
Don't you start no fight

He wasn't alone, two succubi walked at his side. Isis and Lilith, his long time ring side servants, danced together in his wake. They flaunted their curves as they danced, taunting and teasing the men closest to the barriers.

'Cause I'm T.N.T., I'm dynamite
T.N.T., and I'll win the fight
T.N.T., I'm a power load
T.N.T., watch me explode

As a group the demons made their way down towards the ring. Fog rolled around the demon's legs as he cut a path directly towards his opponent.

I'm dirty, mean, I'm mighty unclean
I'm a wanted man
Public enemy number one
Understand?

Three rounded the corner of the ring, stepping up the steel stairs and climbing up the turnbuckle to stand in the corner. His succubi attendants slipped into the ring and fawned up at Three as he threw demon horn fists up towards the cheering audience.

So lock up your daughter
Lock up your wife
Lock up your back door
Run for your life
The man is back in town
So don't you mess me 'round

The audience popped, and Three hopped down to the mat. The demons at his side followed him to the center of the ring. Isis took Three's right arm and pulled the dark gauntlet from his hand. The devil's fist slipped off easily. Three wouldn't need it for this fight.

'Cause I'm T.N.T., I'm dynamite
T.N.T., and I'll win the fight
T.N.T., I'm a power load
T.N.T., watch me explode

Three met Bison's gaze and returned it with a knowing grin. This was a simple demonstration of his prowess.

I'm dynamite
T.N.T
Oi! Oi! Oi!
And I'll win the fight
T.N.T
Oi! Oi! Oi!
I'm a power load
T.N.T., watch me explode!

“You washed out of a title reign, then you washed out of the King of the Canvas. Now is your only chance to regain any momentum. I don't think you've got what it takes to speed past me.” He reached out and beckoned Bison to come at him.

Three chuckled, "It was like taking candy from a baby. I didn't even actually care about the tag team championship. I was just asked to lift it from your shoulder.

It's not like you ever actually earned it anyway." Three said casually. He rolled his eyes, the bell rang and he advanced towards Bison. Three reached a hand out, offering a classic test of strength. Would Bison have the guts to take that challenge from WWF:G's only strongman trained competitor?

Three gripped hands with Bison. He wasn't intimidated by Bison's bulk. To him, the men who bulked out their muscles were like A5 wagyu steaks, all for show and always tender. Three's ink black skin served more than just his health needs, it made the definition of his body hard to distinguish. It was easy to assume he was average. He was not. The moment Bison tried to apply pressure with his heft, Three would resist; not because he was intending to humiliate Bison by overpowering him, just to push Bison into trying a little bit harder. Three dug in, he'd trained with true strongmen, he pushed back, grinning his sharp white grin effortlessly.

The audience was milling about, the match had just started but this titanic clash was starting to draw them in.

Bison's strength was not a insurmountable as he thought. But his height advantage bought him leverage, and leverage could let a bovine move a mountain. Three fought a losing battle, but he knew he was losing that battle. He planned on it, for as Bison poured his strength down on Three, the famed tumbler dropped, and rolled back. He left Bison's momentum, pressed down with force, finding itself with no resistance, carry him forward. As he rolled, Three would bring his leg up to catch Bison in the gut and launch him with a monkey flip. Only, Three wouldn't release his grip on Bison's hands. He'd roll up backwards in a reverse somersault until he was standing over Bison. Now who had the leverage?

Three was shocked, somehow this oversized mountain of muscle was contorting himself in order to bring his legs up to try and hook Three's shoulders. Three kept his grip tight on Bison's hands, refusing to let go. He let Bison's wandering legs find purchase on his shoulders. Bison then tried to pull Three down into a pin, but Three had other plans. He sunk his weight low, and with a feat of strength far greater than lifting a cage modified to be lighter for a stunt, heaved Bison up into the air in order to try and bring him back down to the mat with a deadlift powerbomb

The powerbomb landed, impressive enough as it was, Three wasn't quite done yet. He shifted to his knees and got his feet back under him. With his base established, Three rose back up and dug deep heaving to try and lift Bison again just to bring him back down again for a second powerbomb!

Three had lifted Bison back into the air again when Bison yanked his hand free of Three's and punched him in the head. The counter worked, Three's second powerbomb attempt was halted. However that left Bison in the precarious situation of being held up on the air on Three's shoulders and suddenly losing the grip that was holding him up. Three staggered backwards, dropping Bison back down to the mat on his back.