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Three scrambled to his back, the pain flaring, but he had to regain control of this match. He'd managed to sit up and was about to roll up to his feet when, WHAM!!! Dean's knee colided with his face with a sickening crunch, and sent Three slamming backwards into the mat. Red blood flowed from his nose, while all he could do was lay there holding his face in agony.

Three's head was cloudy, he was largely unaware of where he was at the moment. He wasn't unconscious to the point of being a sack of flour yet. Dean pulled him up and lifted Three onto his shoulders. His awareness started to reform itself just in time for him to feel like he was hanging upside down, then everything spun, there was no upside down or right side up, there was just the impact as Three's body was driven into the mat. The extra force generated by the leverage of Dean's Alabama Slam shook the entire ring. Three lay on his side, one arm holding uselessly at his back.

At this point Three was being transported to some place else. He was easy for the charged Dean to lift, and provided no resistance to the setup for Dean's Anchor Drop. He was brought back to the match however when his arm was wrenched so hard he was flipped over his own head and slammed hard onto his back. He flopped after landing and lay writhing in agony on the mat.

Three coughed and rolled to the side at the kick. It brought him back to the match and made him realize that he needed to prepare to defend himself. He pushed himself up to his knees, willing the strength into himself to stand before Dean could lock in whatever this Sailor's Knot is. The audience jeered, part of Three's fans were chanting "Three won't tap!" While others were showing their anxiety. Ten years was a long time, did the Demon of the Ring still have the resilience to resist a submission specialist?

Three heaved, sucking in breath drawing himself in and waiting for Dean to make his move, Three had a plan.

Three summoned the power of his reserves, and as soon as Dean was within reaching distance, Three shoved through the pain and lunged forward trying to grab Dean and lift him into a military press. Three would seem to struggle with Dean's weight, trying to lift him up and display him before ultimately throwing him forward onto his back! He was going for his match ending finisher, The Greatest Slam on Earth.

Despite the struggle, Three reveled in his superiority over Dean. Wobbling elbows supported the rookie who swayed dangerously from side to side above the demon. The fans were cheering and Three was just about to throw Dean forward, when the weight suddenly vanished from his arms. Before he could process what had happened, Dean landed behind him and had intertwined his arms with Three's. It was pure reflex that brought Threes arms forward trying to power his way out of the hold before Dean could lock it in.

Three strained and struggled, trying to wrench his arms forward. His struggle was in vain though as Dean's strength and leverage let him lock in the hold. Three was trapped, his arms were screaming in agony and his oxygen supply was cut off. He continued to struggle to try and free himself, but he was held in place. The official was in his face checking if Three would tap.

The audience was roaring, cheering Three on. His name filled the arena, even as Three's struggles started to fade. The frantic chants grew louder and more desperate. Three had almost completely stopped struggling, and the official reached out to test for consciousness; when Three jerked back and gave one last demonic heave trying to power himself free from Dean's grasp.