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Three was hurting, but he wasnt going to lay there and take a beating; especially when he could now see it coming. Summoning a burst of strength he pushed himself to roll the rest of the way towards the ropes, avoiding the devistating elbow drop that was aimed at him.

Salem might have been back up to his feet already but Three was still moving sluggishly. But he was using the ropes as a ladder using them to pull himself to his feet. One arm lay draped over the ropes as he leaned against them, the other holding his stomach as he had gotten up, though he was still bent over slightly groaning.

Three seemed helpless against Salem as his opponent rushed at him. But just before Salem could raise his knee to strike, Three fell forward. No; not fell, he bent down as he tried to catch Salem with a back body drop right over the top ropes.

Damnit! Three roared in his head as Salem managed to save himself by grabbing the top rope. Furious Three moved in to grab Salem in a headlock, so he could pull Salem back up to the apron. Without hesitation Three roared as he pulled up on Salems neck, while grabing the back of Salem's pants for leverage. With a surprising burst of strength Three attempted to pull Salem into a verticle suplex over the top ropes.

Three slowly started to roll back to his knees, then to his feet. He'd wait for Salem to start getting up before he moved in to try and grab Salem's neck and clench Salem's head between his thighs. He'd try and lift Salem's legs up to hold Salem vertically, and upside down; only to kick his legs forward to let Salem's head crash into the mat with a piledriver.

Three got back to his feet again, this time however he stretched his back. Three nudged Salem before grinning out to the audience. Then he slid out of the ring and began searching under the apron. He started throwing objects into the ring. By the time he finished the ring was littered with two aluminum trashcans, a handfull of chairs, two tables, and a box of light tubes. He grabbed a 2x4 and slid back into the ring with it.

Three returned to the ring only to find Salem gone. A he took only a moment to glance around, realizing almost instantly where Salem had run off too. After all, slipping under the ring was a stable for a master of illusion. He smirked knowingly into the camera and threw up a demon horns taunt. Then he snapped his fingers and, under the ring, all of his smoke emitters exploded at once with the thick acrid smoke that he now preformed in. At the same time, all around the arena, howls and screams blasted from undetermined sources. Strobe lights flashed, and strange images flickered in and out of view; panic spread throughout the crowd.

Three had activated the scuttle switch, not that anyone but him would know. It caused all of his devices, props, and general tricks of his trade to activate at once. But to the frightened spectators it seemed as if their world had gone mad; and Salem would soon find himself in a confined space that was rapidly being deprived of oxygen in lieu of a non-toxic, non-breathable gas that smelled of scorched flesh and brimstone.