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[{Three walked out after the first match was over holding a mic in his hand. He waved to the cheering crowd and held the mic up to his mouth.

"In this day, you have so many people out there with their gimmicks. Champion material men, (and women,) who for all of their various reasons, deserve to be a champion. I'm not here to contend that, they have deserved, and earned their championships, and that is the dream they have.

But I am here for a different reason. Sure I'd love to have a championship, but to be honest I could care less if I ever get one. Because what my goal is, my dream; is always to bring to you, the fans! The very best show I could bring. I have shown you this, you fans are what is important to me, if I am not giving you what //you// deserve, then how can I deserve a championship.

So without wasting any more of your time, get ready for a show you will never forget."

He turned away and Cant Stop- "RHCP" began playing over the PA system. Three was dancing with the music, shaking his hips to the beat. His two assistants came out pushing a huge tank of water with them.

"I am going to have my assistants bind me with shackles, and chains. Then they are going to drop me in this tank of water and lock it shut.

Now I am sure you are all thinking, you've seen this before. But I promise you. Keep your eyes peeled, because you've never seen anything like this!"

His assistants came over and handcuffed Three, wrapping chains around his wrists, ankles, arms, and legs. They used a hook that lowered down to hoist him up and over the tank. It dropped him in, water spilling out over the stage floor. Three fell into the water and began struggling as his assistants closed and locked the lid. They went behind the tank and pulled out large sheets of paper that they fit around all four sides of the tank blocking the struggling Three from view.

A counter on the titantron showed how long he had been submerged. It wasn't until the counter started to reach 3:00 that his assistants began to look troubled. But just when they were about to reach up and pull the paper away, the paper on the front ripped apart. Three's hand reached out and grasped the side of the tank, then another hand. They began to pull and soon his head tore through the paper.

The crowd began to cheer even louder as his torso emerged and finally he stepped out of the tank and to the stage. His assistants pulled the paper away from the front, paper that had stayed dry, revealing the chains that were wrapped around Three when he went in.

The box had remained locked, and he had escaped without spilling a single drop of water.

The arena roared with cheers and applause.}]

[{Three grins and claps his hands. He holds a mic up and looks to the crowd.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Cyrus Darke!
So, I see you have gotten your tattoo's back. Couldn't live without them huh?
Let me ask you one question then. Do you honestly think, that I would need help beating you? Cause I don't imagine I need any help. I've seen you fight, and to be honest... you have no show!"}]

[{"It's a shame you don't understand Cyrus. These people are why you have a job, you don't think you need to put on a show for them. The problem is, for a man like you to beat a man like me, you need show. Without that, not only will you not win; but you won't walk away from the ring."

Three's assistants pushed the tank into the back leaving only Three and Cyrus there.}]

[{"Great comeback Cyrus! You think you can beat me, but as I've said. These fans will see the show they came for. And judging by their boos for you, they will get exactly what they want from me. You fancy yourself a soldier eh? Well tonight you will be decommissioned. Ill see you again shortly."

As he was talking his assistants returned with a large black curtain. Three lifted it and covered him, and his assistants. The curtain fell and all three were gone.}]