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[{Three would hold onto his waistlock, standing himself up and trying to pull Jarel up to preform a second german suplex on the larger man.}]

[{The suplex's are a two way street, few people realize this. They hurt the man getting hit with them, but the user is hitting the mat as well often with parts of their victim landing on them. But Three refuses to give up, clenching his hands together he would try to maintain his grip as he struggled to force himself back to his feet while pulling Jarel back up with him only to throw himself back again for a third German suplex. If he hit with it he would bridge with his back to hold Jarel in a pin position.}]

[{Three couldn't believe it. It had taken almost every thing he had to hit this man with three German suplexs. He held his grip, though he could feel it slipping. He panted heavily and struggled to get himself up; he would have to because he was going to try and drag Jarel up again and throw him in another German suplex. If he managed it he would try again for another bridge pin.}]

[{Three's eyes almost burst from his head. He wasn't wrestling a man, there was no way. He knew now exactly why Jarel was called The Dragon. Three ached, from the repetitive impacts. He held his grip around the mans waist, though his fingers were slipping. One step at a time he forced himself to get up he hefted to try and pull Jarel up //again//. He gave one last burst of strength and cried out. "Stay Down!" As he would pull Jarel up and over for a fifth German Suplex, and though it sent waves of pain along his back he bridged the slam aiming for a third pin. He wished with everything that it worked, he was sure if it didn't it would be the end of The Number Three.}]

[{Three was stunned, he had zoned out after the fifth impact and really only managed to keep the hold because his fingers locked together. So when Jarel did manage to throw his shoulder up; it seemed to him, Three, that it seemed hopeless. He wanted to try again, to go for a monument sixth german suplex, but his grip had reached its limits. (As had the rest of him.) He could only manage to push Jarel away from him, laying on the mat himself, panting.}]

[{One pin down, one pin to go. He had completed half the battle. But to Three, it felt as though he spent all of himself to get there. He wanted to get up, he wanted to just throw an arm onto Jarel, to grab his second pin before The Dragon could recover; but his body refused him. He couldn't force himself to move beyond taking deep gasping breaths.}]

[{There is just not way that was possible! Three couldn't believe it, what he had just done to Jarel would have just about killed anyone else. Three was all but helpless, when Jarel picked him up he tried to push himself away but he was still far to worn out.

Jarel lifted him up and dropped him right onto his head, lights flashed in his eyes and he was stunned from the impact. His body hit the mat and the ref was already down to count the pin.