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 Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 1:09 am
Three will enter first, the rest will be history...
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 2:51 am
Wrestlemainia XXX started, but the audiance was milling about. A mysterious mans been tearing wrestlers apart for weeks, leaving the roster thin. But there may be some hope for the WWE... The lights in Madison Square Garden shut off with a loud metalic clang! Darkness permiated the air, but a faint glow of light rose from the star like field of cameras and phones. Flashes from pictures taken gave the appearance of twinkling stars. Then one by one the lights blinked out. Every phone, every camera, every light emitting device shut off; even the faint glow of illuminated watches vanished. Darkness bathed the audience, it weighed on them, taunted them. Their fears bubbled to the surface, a concerned murmur spread through the uneasy audience. Soon after a hot wind blew across the audience, bringing with it the smell of fire, and brimstone.
Now rank fear spread as people began to panic... cries of concern brought the fear to a boil... someone screamed, and everyone was screaming. Laughter filled the garden, a sick raspy laugh; five voices laughing in unison as one voice. It grew in volume, and thunder rumbled in the arena along with it. The screams stopped, and silence took over... save for the sick laughter. It continued for several more minutes, before dying down. A voice spoke, not just one but a multitude. They spoke in unison, twisted and harsh voices that dripped with malice and despair. "You humans are so easily cowed... even when your feral instincts take over, you still stop in awe of true power.
You know my laugh, and it frightens you even more than your own psyche. You should be afraid, not even your strongest could stop me." An image of Mark Henry flickered onto the titantron, he lay in a pile of broken wood and glass, a faint blue flame still flickered around his unconcious form. "Your biggest did not measure up." The image flicked to Big Show, laying face down in a pool of blood. "Your rockstars, even with numbers in their favor were snuffed out." The titantron flickered to 3MB laying piled up under a mountain of twisted bloody chairs. "Your hungry sought to take a bite, and found more than they could stomach." The titantron showed the 30' fall that ended Rybacks career. "I stepped into your den of snakes, and the serpents broke their fangs on my flesh." The image flickered to three stretchers being pushed up the ramp, Jake Roberts, Steve Austin, and Randy Orton each in a line and each barely recognizable.
"Even your champions fell at my feet." Another image, this one of Cesaro laying over a broken ladder, the USA championship lay at his feet, bloody and bent in half. Another flicker and Wayde Barret was seen laying over the smashed roof of a car, the intercontinetal belt torn to pieces. "You heroes came together, they sought to beat me with the greatest names you could find... in my own home." Another image flicked, this time the audience groaned. In the center of the ring, two bloody figures lay in glass, and ash, tacks, and weapons. Steel walls and a roof had collapsed on top of them, John Cena and The Rock. Above them the hung WWE championship, and the WHC; each twisting slightly as flames burned away at them... the camera focused on the belts as one broke apart, the leather burned away. "I burried them in Hell.
You are right to fear me, and you will soon bow to me."
A siren roared in the arena, gun fire and explosions vibrated the very ground. A guitar riff started "Indestructable" by Disturbed. A red glow lit up the stage from beneath the grating. Acrid black smoke began to seep out, rising into a huge plume above the stage. The red light grew brighter, and flames began to dance. Suddenly a whine of steel being torn drowned out the music, as the stage exploded. Grates tore apart and went flying wildly about, leaving a huge 10 foot hole. Fire roared from the hole, and in the midst of it, a black figure rose. A blackened charred dragon skeleton stood perched atop a throne made of scorched bones, human bones. Sitting on the throne was a figure, even blacker than the darkened arena. Red flames danced on his skin, glowing brightly. At his feet, two beautiful red women sat looking up to him with adoring eyes. Each wore only silk cloth that did little to hide their bodies from view.
Hell's Throne stopped level with the ramp and the demon of the ring sat there for a moment, a white grin breaking his black face. He rose to his feet and stepped off onto the ramp. A pillar of fire roared up, consuming the throne, and the succubi sitting before it. When the flames died the throne had vanished, now only a hole remained, fire still dancing in it. The lights returned to the Garden, much more dim than they had been. The ramp, ringside, and even the ring itself seemed to have been littered with every form of weapon used in wrestling.
The demon of the ring climbed up the side of the apron and stepped into the ring. When he reached the center his music abruptley shut off, replaced with the harsh noise of The Shield's music. It was as though a spell had been broken, for the first time since Three laughed the audience cheered. It was a first time for the Shield as well. Three scowled for a moment, he scanned the audience with buring red eyes. Finally he spotted two of them, Ambrose and Rollins were making their way to the ring. He had not seen the third one but it mattered little to him.
The first two mebers of shield climbed into the ring, and attacked at once. Ambrose swung at The Number Three with a bat, it was caught dead in mid swing. Rollins tried to grab Three with a double leg takedown, but he brought the bat down to crash into the back of Rollins' head; the man crumpled. Ripping the bat from Ambrose's hands Three turned the aluminum on Dean and with three bone crunching whacks Dean lay outside the ring, blood pooling under his head, his forearm bent at an odd angel. Three dropped the bat and turned around, in an instant he had bent and caught Reigns in the ribs. With a mighty shove the biggest member of Shield flew into the air, and was caught in Three's death trap on the way down. Three shoved Reigns out of the ring onto Ambrose, he picked up Rollins, and with his Fall from Grace finisher, slammed the final member of Shield onto the others. The crowed was silent again. The Number Three stood in the middle of the ring laughing. "There is no shield for you to hide behind... this world is mine! I am the Be..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 8:31 pm
"And during the few moments that we have left
We want to talk right down to earth in a language
That everybody here can easily understand..."~Three is abruptly cut off because despite the fact that Three had in fact took out Mark Henry, Orton, Austin, Roberts, Cena, The Rock, Big Show, Antonio Cesaro, 3MB, The Shield and Wade Barratt it would seem that he had forgotten about one man, and this man was quick to cut him off as it seemed that Three was about to make a claim that only one man walking the Earth could make....and his music tore through the arena ~"Look in my eyes, what do you see?
The Cult of Personality
I know your anger
I know your dreams
I've been everything you want to be
I'm the Cult of Personality
Like Mussolini and Kennedy
I'm the Cult of Personality
The Cult of Personality"~And for the first time in almost two years, the crowd actually seemed relieved to see CM Punk make his way out from the back. He stared down the ramp at The Number Three with a look of repugnance as he strolled down to the ring. One would have to question Punks logic in coming out her to face this man who had just single handedly took out the group known as The Shield, a feat that groups of three men had made failed attempts at. Punk makes his way into the ring and grabs a mic, before looking at the crowd and then back at Three before he began to speak~"So I should be afraid of you huh? Why, because you took out the same list of people that I did during my 434 day reign as WWE Champion? Because you gave a group of guys that I paid off what they deserved? Because you decided to destroy the WWE Championship I and everyone else here should just cower down to you? You, like everyone else I plowed through when I was on top are simply one person, and you are now looking into the eyes of the only man in wrestling that can say that there is NOONE walking this Earth that is better then me! Hell, look at you, you look like what would come out if Kane had sex with the Boogeyman and shoved the demon seed up Vickie Guerrero's a**"~Punk scoffs at Three, this 'freak' was nothing more then another road block in Punks mind...and the fact that he was two seconds away from claiming himself to be something that Punk had already proved himself to be was the entire reason that Punk was out here to face him. He then looked up at Three with a sinister smile on his face~"But in your quest to take out the 'best' that you thought the WWE had, you forgot about one man....ME! I was the longest reigning Champion that this company had seen in twenty-five years...and I am The BEST IN THE WORLD! But who, or what the hell do you think you are? You come out, and lay waste to some very talented people, destroy Championships that have decades of history, and you think that I am just going to sit in the back and let that happen? Well let me tell you, "Three" was it....that's crazy you are so irrelevant your mother couldn't even give you a name...she just numbered you. She might as well have named you "Whoops, but at least I'll get more welfare"~Punks joke gets a cheap pop from the crowd~ "But seriously...."
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 8:50 pm
The laugh the followed drowned CM Punks words, and thunder rumbled in the garden, rolling as Three laughed. He stopped slowly, grinning at CM Punk, "It is done then... I am glad that you could join us Phil... I was concerned you would not show. I did set this table just for you; but even the best laid plans can fail. After all you have not been seen for two years... not since... that match." He spoke with a foreboding tone, his face growing serious for a moment.
"But you couldn't stay gone, I knew it; and I knew exactly what it would take to bring you out of your stupor.
I am the demon, and I know your soul... I know the deepest, darkest thoughts. Your sin is my guitar, and I but had to strum the chords...."
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 9:24 pm
~Punk did not really know who this man was, let alone how he knew his real name. The internet was really beginning to become an annoyance...any mark with a laptop can learn whatever they want about people, and that is borderline invasion of privacy. Punk is unable to maintain his composure and lashes out at Three~
"You know nothing about who I am...you worthless insect. I am personified greatness on two feet!!! I am the measuring stick that people like you are measured against. You think because you come out here and call me by my given name that you can get inside my head claiming that you have some kind of control over me. You forget, I do not answer to a higher power or any kind of calling...because I am a higher power! Just because Undertaker was able to derail me for a year because he hit me in the knee with a chair and tore the same knee that that animal Ryback destroyed, does not change the fact that there is no one walking this Earth that can defeat me...even the Phenom had to resort to cheating to keep his precious streak intact. not to mention I would still be WWE Champion if Vince and Dewayne hadn't screwed me out of MY title! And you, you are nobody...a waste of my precious oxygen and one ugly son of a b***h if I do say so myself. What are those, horns?"
~Punk reaches out and touches the horn on Three's head, only to jerk his hand back as it was extremely hot~
"Damn...what the ******** are you?"
~Punk sticks his finger in his mouth to ease the burn, and quickly pulls it out, shaking his hand before speaking again~
"Look, I don't know what kind of game your trying to play here...or what those things on your head are, but this joke is over. You either need to get out of my ring or prepare for the biggest challenge you have ever faced, because the one thing we have in common is everyone you took out, was also on my hit list during my historic title reign...so it would appear that we have two people that want to make the same claim. It's like someone who is a distant memory always used to say, Three was it? To be the man, you gotta beat the man...and when I look at you I'm not even worried because I will not lose to some sideshow freak...you do not have what it takes to beat me I am the best in the world at what I do...and you are no one. And after tonight, you will be an afterthought. So pick your poison, since you are at an obvious disadvantage, I'll even let you pick the match type."
~Punk takes a step back, removing his T-shirt and awaiting Three to speak again~
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 5:53 pm
The demon did not normally tolerate people touching his horns, and only Punk's reaction saved him right there. Three would let Punk finish his rant, because admit it or not, with one word Three had unhinged the "best" in the world.
"If you truely believed yourself to be the best you would not have come here. I can feel your fear Punk, you see the remains of your hit-list, you see the men you fought and took a beating from, you saw your greatest opponents fall before me as though they were green wrestlers only days out of the gym.
Those same men who often took you to your limits, I beat easily. That is why you're here, that is why you're afraid. And now that you're here, your fears are real. I will beat you, and I will take your precious moniker. I'll beat you until I am the last man standing, and when you're left laying at my feet the whole world will be mine."
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 8:48 pm
~Punk had been in Last Man Standing before, but never with a man like this. Like it or not the man had a point. He had made short work of people that had pushed the Best in the World to his limit and in order for Punk to come out on top, he would have to do what he did best and find a kink in this...well whatever it was and expose it to it's fullest. Punk would step to the center of the ring locking eyes with Three as he tossed the mic to the side, it would seem the time for talk was over, at least talking loud enough that anyone could hear him. Before the bell rang Punk would smirk at Three and offer one more remark before the match began~
"There is no fear in me, and when this is over...I will STILL be the Best in the World!!!"
~Punk would then move forward to tie-up with this man, who was not that much bigger then Punk so the strength between the two of them should not be that much different and Punk would try and push Three back into the corner~
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