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Three wasn't nearly done with Arson, eve after the broken phone crumbled in his hand's Three would continue his strikes! After a few more connected though, Three would pull Arson up and drag him to the edge of the balcony near the stage.

Three's ferocious drive was suspended as at the last moment Arson was able to come through the haze enough to twist and switch momentum, driving Three's back into the balcony railing. Arson over extended his shove though and Three was sent tumbling over the railing. His grip on Arson never faultered, and as he fell, Three's leg came up to his Arson in in his groin. His leg if it hit, would hook Arson and that along with Three's grip should pull him over into the 20' free fall! Below them spectators tried to get out of the way, leaving rows of steel folding chairs to catch them!

Three's free fall was far from gracefull, and luckily for Arson, Three wasn't able to manuver himself above his opponent. So Three crashed into a pile of chairs, metal flying everywhere around him. The demon lay there, broken chair legs strewn about him, one leg lifted resting on a twisted chair seat. He didn't move save for the deep rise and fall of his chest. Blood began to pool under Three's head. The audience was roaring it's delight! Chants of "That was awesome" filled the arena.

The noise and bustle, along with the medics rushing in to check on both men, hid the sight and sound of Three's twisted laughter. Only those in close proximity would be able to hear, Arson would be able to hear, Three was laughing... a manic, dark laugh!

Three's laughter continued, pain filled the demon and it drove him. The charge of insanity from Arson went unanswered. But the laughter stopped as the medics where checking on Three. A deep growl rose from the demons throat and he flailed about shoving the medics off of him. Slowly his leg slid off the chair, his joints popping audibly. He saw Arson trying to get up but failing, Three would have laughed more but he needed to get up. Pushing himself over he started to rise on wobbly legs.

It wasn't until Three made it to his feet that he noticed his right arm hanging limply at his side. He scoweled at the limb, disslocated at the shoulder. The medics noticing this tried to rush in wanting to call the match, but more snarels from the demon back them off.

Three reached down with his left arm, taking the other by the wrist. Then with a hard twist and a sickening jerk Three's shoulder popped back into it's socket with an audible crack.

A fan on the perimiter of the circle sicked up on a member of security, more where uncomfortable at the sight, but it never caused the chants to fade!

(Just moving this along)

Arson finally stabled himself and got his wits back about him. He had never been squared off against a man who was agguably just as crazy as him and it showed in the obvious frustration that was mounting in Arson.

The Arsonist would try to swing the momentum of this match back into his favor by moving in trying to light him up with several right and left hands trying to find a way to put this man, or whatever he was out of his misery.

Arson looks to put pressure on the injured limb of Three by rushing in and grabbing hold of his right wrist and leaping into the air, looking to raise his knees up and hit the injured limb with a double knee armbreaker.