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Three growled when Arson rolled over and started trying to get back up, but the demon wasnt going to just sit back and allow that. Taking the chair by the closed legs he raised it high over heard, and watching Arson struggle to suck air back into his lungs, Three swung the chair down aiming to slap it hard into Arson's back. If that didn't work, or even if it did, Three would continue to swing the chair down until the brackets holding it together broke, and the frame bent beyond use.

When Arson rolld out of they way of the first swing, Three would not stand there and keep swinging like a monkey. No the demon was far more intelligent than that. Three simply stepped forward, following Arson's roll; and when he stopped to push himself up, Three would wail on him with the chair.

Three tossed the now broken chair aside, the impact with Aarson's head had done the job that the floor had not. Looking down at his opponent Three grew a wide, malicious grin. He turned ignoring Arson for the moment as he went back towards the ring. Three flipped the apron up and climbed under digging for something underneath.

After a moment Three began backing out from under the ring, tugging something very heavy. He stood up, and with a hard yank pulled free his bed of nails. The bed looked as though it was made from a butchered table. 6' x 2.5' the table was black as pitch, and covered his hundreds of black nails, the tips of which gleamed in the light. These nails have recently been sharpened, and not painted over after. Setting the bed flat on the floor Three flourished his hands, and produced a small melon. Tossing the fruit onto the bed he watched as it sank onto the nails, juice pouring from the punctures.

Slowly Three turned back towards Arson, grabbing another chair as he advanced. With Arson starting to get up, Three would try and edge him in the gut, to take the wind out of him, then Three would try and drag Arson back towards the table in a front facelock.

Three stood holding Arson in the facelock, dragging him until Three's back was facing the bed of nails. Grinning broadly to the audience now screaming to see what they knew was coming. Three reached forward to grab the back of the Arsonist's pants, and with a hard jerk he would try and flip Arson over him, to plant the bigger opponent onto the bed of nails with a snap suplex!

Three umphed when Arson took control by grabbing him around the waist. He raised his hands to bring a hammer blow down onto Arson's back, and found himself lifted and flipped over. His trepidation at his vulnerable position vanished when Arson carried him away. Little relief as it was, Three would not have time to enjoy it. He impacted with the hard cement floor, compounded with the force of Arson's 320lb body squashing him at the same time.

Three was up almost as fast as Arson was, but almost wasn't fast enough. Three rose to his feet in time to meet the steel chair crashing into his forehead. The impact

cracked against the demon's head, staggering him... a step. Three shook the haze out of his head and started to advance on Arson after a moment.

Three misjudged the swing, raising his arms too high, he left his ribs open to the impact. They caught the impact between two ribs, saving the demon from suffering a fracture, barely. But this impact had an effect on Three, forcing him back several steps, and leaving him doubled over holding the huge welt on his side; trying desperately to suck air into his collapsed lung.