.::Wrestler Name::.
The Number Three
.::Nickname::.
The Demon
.::Gender::.
Male
.::Sexuality::.
Strait
.::Height::.
6'5
.::Weight::.
260lb.
.::Ethnicity::.
"Side Show"
.::Style::.
Technical, Catch as Can, Bruiser, and Hardcore
.::Gimmick::.
Three is a rookie with a unique appearance, who is looking to prove himself for the fans.
.::Entrance Music::.
"Sound of Madness" -Shinedown
.::Born::.
Seattle, Washington
.::Commonly Used Moves::.
[]Strikes[]
|-Trading Blows-|
|-Body Blows-|
|-Elbow Drop-|
|-Knee Strike-|
|-Drop Kick-|
[]Grapples[]
|-Suplex Variations-|
|-Back Breakers-|
|-Neck Breakers-|
|-DDT Variations-|
|-Bear Hug-|
[]Signatures[]
|-Fireman Cutter-|
|-Verticle Brainbuster-|
|-German/Dragon/Tiger Suplex-|
[]Finishers[]
|-Death Trap-|
|-DD3-|
[]Impact Finisher[]
|-Blackout-|
[]Special Finisher[]
|-Demons Breath-|
.::Image::.
[[Entrance Attire]][][][][][[Wrestling Attire]][][][][][[Backstage Attire]]
.::Tag Teams::.
.::Stables::.
.::Championships::.
[]DHW[]
Blaze Championship [Inaugural Champion 9/23/11-11/21/12 (Nuke Fusion) ]
.::Biography::.
The Number Three worked as a side show illusionist. He had his entire body tattooed black, and has implants in the sides of his skull with shirt 3" dull horns. He also worked out with the strong-men in his troupe; and being part of a traveling circus group, he made his rounds through various indy-wrestling circuits. It was here he was discovered, for a large wrestler he was surprisingly agile. With his illusionist gimmick he drew in huge crowds and would sell out seats at most events.
.::Other Roles::.
.::Relationships::.
None Yet
.::Skill-Rate::.
[]94%[]
.::Highlight Reels::.
|-Jarel Damone vs Three-|
|-Three vs Jamie Bader-|
.::Entrance::.
Clang!
The lights shut off leaving the arena dark save for the few exit signs, and the multitude of star-like points of cell phones. A hiss of fog machines fills the arena, pouring thick fog over the staging area. Soon the fog lay heavy over the floor. Lights flashed as people took pictures hoping to catch an image of something.
"Sound of Madness" -Shinedown began playing over the pa system. In the dark more lights begin strobing as fans began taking pictures hoping to see more than the darkness allowed. Strobe lights soon light up in time with the beat of the song.
Yeah, I get it, you're an outcast
Always under attack, always coming in last
Bringing up the past, no one owes you anything
I think you need a shotgun blast, a kick in the a**
So paranoid, watch your back
In the darkness, the fog began to stir on the stage and brief flashes of a figure moving could be seen in the strobing lights.
Oh my, here we go
Another lose cannon gone bi-polar
Slipped down, couldn't get much lower
Quicksand's got no sense of humor
I'm still laughing like hell
The disturbance moved onwards, slowly heading towards the ring. Fans near the ramp began shouting as some were lucky enough to catch a glimpse of whoever it was in the fog.
You think that by crying to me
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe
You've been infected by a social disease
Well, then take your medicine
When the figure reached the apron the disturbance slid into the fog that had settled low in the ring. The spot lights returned, and slowly a dark figure rose from the mat. Fog poured from The Number Three's shoulders as he stood to his feet, his presence drawing out a roar of cheers to the whole audience.
I created the sound of madness, wrote the book on pain
Somehow I'm still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
You can sleep with a gun
When you gonna wake up and fight for yourself?
Three climbed half way up a turnbuckle and opened his arms as if to embrace the audience. Stepping down he moved towards his corner of the ring; ready for the match to start.
The Number Three
.::Nickname::.
The Demon
.::Gender::.
Male
.::Sexuality::.
Strait
.::Height::.
6'5
.::Weight::.
260lb.
.::Ethnicity::.
"Side Show"
.::Style::.
Technical, Catch as Can, Bruiser, and Hardcore
.::Gimmick::.
Three is a rookie with a unique appearance, who is looking to prove himself for the fans.
.::Entrance Music::.
"Sound of Madness" -Shinedown
.::Born::.
Seattle, Washington
.::Commonly Used Moves::.
[]Strikes[]
|-Trading Blows-|
|-Body Blows-|
|-Elbow Drop-|
|-Knee Strike-|
|-Drop Kick-|
[]Grapples[]
|-Suplex Variations-|
|-Back Breakers-|
|-Neck Breakers-|
|-DDT Variations-|
|-Bear Hug-|
[]Signatures[]
|-Fireman Cutter-|
|-Verticle Brainbuster-|
|-German/Dragon/Tiger Suplex-|
[]Finishers[]
|-Death Trap-|
|-DD3-|
[]Impact Finisher[]
|-Blackout-|
[]Special Finisher[]
|-Demons Breath-|
.::Image::.
[[Entrance Attire]][][][][][[Wrestling Attire]][][][][][[Backstage Attire]]
.::Tag Teams::.
.::Stables::.
.::Championships::.
[]DHW[]
Blaze Championship [Inaugural Champion 9/23/11-11/21/12 (Nuke Fusion) ]
.::Biography::.
The Number Three worked as a side show illusionist. He had his entire body tattooed black, and has implants in the sides of his skull with shirt 3" dull horns. He also worked out with the strong-men in his troupe; and being part of a traveling circus group, he made his rounds through various indy-wrestling circuits. It was here he was discovered, for a large wrestler he was surprisingly agile. With his illusionist gimmick he drew in huge crowds and would sell out seats at most events.
.::Other Roles::.
.::Relationships::.
None Yet
.::Skill-Rate::.
[]94%[]
.::Highlight Reels::.
|-Jarel Damone vs Three-|
|-Three vs Jamie Bader-|
.::Entrance::.
Clang!
The lights shut off leaving the arena dark save for the few exit signs, and the multitude of star-like points of cell phones. A hiss of fog machines fills the arena, pouring thick fog over the staging area. Soon the fog lay heavy over the floor. Lights flashed as people took pictures hoping to catch an image of something.
"Sound of Madness" -Shinedown began playing over the pa system. In the dark more lights begin strobing as fans began taking pictures hoping to see more than the darkness allowed. Strobe lights soon light up in time with the beat of the song.
Yeah, I get it, you're an outcast
Always under attack, always coming in last
Bringing up the past, no one owes you anything
I think you need a shotgun blast, a kick in the a**
So paranoid, watch your back
In the darkness, the fog began to stir on the stage and brief flashes of a figure moving could be seen in the strobing lights.
Oh my, here we go
Another lose cannon gone bi-polar
Slipped down, couldn't get much lower
Quicksand's got no sense of humor
I'm still laughing like hell
The disturbance moved onwards, slowly heading towards the ring. Fans near the ramp began shouting as some were lucky enough to catch a glimpse of whoever it was in the fog.
You think that by crying to me
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe
You've been infected by a social disease
Well, then take your medicine
When the figure reached the apron the disturbance slid into the fog that had settled low in the ring. The spot lights returned, and slowly a dark figure rose from the mat. Fog poured from The Number Three's shoulders as he stood to his feet, his presence drawing out a roar of cheers to the whole audience.
I created the sound of madness, wrote the book on pain
Somehow I'm still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
You can sleep with a gun
When you gonna wake up and fight for yourself?
Three climbed half way up a turnbuckle and opened his arms as if to embrace the audience. Stepping down he moved towards his corner of the ring; ready for the match to start.
