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The pop-up landed and somehow Three managed to blast Draze in the trashcan, but it took it's toll on his arm. Three staggered over to the ropes to hold himself up, his right arm slowly shifting from a throbbing tingle to sheer numb sensations. He looks down at Draze and steps over to fall over him and pull the can away so he can go for a clean pin cover.

Three heard the third slap of the official's hand to the mat, and the call for a three count. He rolls away having taken the lead again, with the score now 2-1 it was still to close for comfort though. Three crawled towards an empty corner of the ring and sunk into it panting and finally grasping his nose. With a quick jerk he realigns the cartilage with the bone, and though it hurt like hell the bleeding slowed considerably.

Three sighed, after taking a moment to let the pain from his broken nose subside he got up to his feet, still feeling a little wobbly. He staggered over to Draze bending down in the hopes of pulling him to his feet. If he could he would try to lead Draze over to the table that had been set up.

Three was caught off guard by Draze picking him up, and he had no time to react to stop him before Draze hit the Samoan drop. Three's back hit the end of the table over the legs, he landed on one of the bottles of vodka he had left shattering it and splashing the capsasin laced vodka all over the table and Three's back. Glass shards tore into his back, sending a stinging burning wave of pain through his back; all this before the legs of the table collapsed under the weight of both men landing on the edge.

A trail of blood was left behind on the edge of the table as Three slid down towards the mat for Draze to go for the pin. Three was hurting but he wasn't completely senseless from the impact. When the official began the count Three began to pull his strength. "One! Two!" But then Three kicked with his entire body managing to get a shoulder up off the mat.

Three lay on the mat, body rolled on its side amongst the carnage in the ring. He rolled over onto his chest and started to push himself up. When the fans saw his started to rise chants of "One, Two, Three! swelled in the arena. He looked around trying to find Draze, it would do no good to get up only to be caught by surprise.

Three got to his feet staggering over towards the ropes to hold himself up. He wiped blood from his eyes; slowly he pulled himself up, climbing to the top turnbuckle. When he reached the top he would try to jump off, aiming to land on Draze while he was busy pulling items out from under the ring.