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 Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 12:24 am
 Three was down, the sounds of the audience and crackling speakers drowned out by the ringing in his ears. He felt his leg being lifted, and Arson's weight pressing on him, smashing him down into the rubble under him. The first count came and Three tried to summon his strength! But pain seared through his back, and then the second count fell. Three roared, summoning every last ounce of strength he had in his body! The third count was milometers from hitting, and Three's resolve exploded! His body twisted, and Three kicked out of the pin, throwing a shoulder up in the air!
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 12:30 am
"WHAT!"
The entire crowd screams out in unison as Arson jumps back up to his feet and gets in the referees face for what could have been the slowest count he had ever seen. The thoughts would begin to enter Arsons mind as to just what it was going to take to beat this guy and then it hit him as to just what it was and Arson would try and lift Three off of the ground to try and drag him down the ramp to the ringside area.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 12:36 am
Three let Arson pull himself up to his feet. Why waste the energy when Arson was willing to spend it for him. Let's be honest though, Three was hurting too much to get up on his own right away. He walked staggering this way and that as Arson forced Three down the ramp, to some even more destructive ending. But Three had to stop this he couldn't let himself be beaten by this no one. At the half way mark, Three would stand up aiming a kick for Arson's stomach, trying to double him over. If that worked Three would aim a wind up european uppercut for Arson's face!
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 12:45 am
Arson would be caught off guard by the kick to the gut and leaned forward holding his stomach. He was then hit with the European uppercut and was sent staggering backward down the ramp as he tried to keep his balance as he stumbled toward the bed of nails.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 12:57 am
Three charged forward seeing an opening! As Arson staggered forwards the bed of nails, Three would try to catch him with a bulldog that would drive Arson's chest into the nails! His body ached, and muscles screamed; twice dislocated in a matter of minutes, Three's arm throbbed with each movement. But none of those pains mattered to the brutal demon. It was time to put Arson down for good!
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 8:58 am
Arson felt like he had been hit by a bus considering all the punishment he had endured throughout the course of this match and he did not know how much more his body was going to allow him to endure in this match so when he saw Three charging at him he knew that this would not end well for him if the demon of the ring was successful. So when Three leaped into the air for the bulldog, Arson tried to counter by pushing Three forward to break the hold and cause the demon to fall back first into his own twisted creation.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 4:27 pm
Three's grip on Arson was tenuous, and the moment he felt it slip; he knew it was over! He plummeted back first onto the bed of nails. The nails raked across his back, tearing his flesh open. Three rolled over, landing on the floor next to his bed of nails. He lay face down, blood trickling down his back. Groaning Three tried slowly, painfully to get up to his knees and elbows.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 6:37 pm
Arson saw Three in a pool of blood on top of the bed of nails and he knew it was time to put an end to this and he quickly made his way over to the ring apron and raised it up before pulling out a table, as well as a can of gasoline. He would quickly set up the table and would then bend down to grab the gas can and would proceed to douse the table with the gas. He would then move over to Three and try and lift him up and drag him up the stairs to thr ring apron. If he was able to do this, he would reach into his pocket and reveal a zippo lighter which he would flip open with one hand and strike lit, before tossing it onto the table and causing it to burst into flames. He would then try and set Three up to deliver a second Firebomb and toss Three through the flaming table. The crowd watches on, never taking their eyes off the action for the ring for one second of the action that had been unfolding for the last 25 minutes, these two men were trying to tear each other apart.
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 4:56 am
Three was more or less at Arson's mercy. His reserves where all but depleted, he had unloaded a great deal upon his opponent and the man had the desire to keep fighting back. As fire rose up from the table it lifted the sounds of cheers as the audience knew what they were going to see next. Or did they?! Three allowed Arson to drag him up to his feet, and up to the turnbuckles. But while Arson was attempting to set him up from a Firebomb at that height, Three would aim a calculated strike at Arson's gut. The punch if it connected would force the air from his lungs, and paralyze his diaphragm for a moment making breathing impossible. If that wasn't enough, surging onward Three would aim a rising European uppercut at Arson's face, attempting to knock him off the turnbuckle and send the man to the floor outside the ring, right on top of the deadly bed of nails!
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 10:47 am
Arson had the crowd fully behind him until he felt the demons fist catch him right below the rib cage. Arson let out a very audible wheeze as the air was quickly forced from his lungs. He would lean forward to try and catch his breath and without even knowing it set himself up to be hit right in the front of the chin by Threes uppercut. The impact from the punch causes Arson to jerk upward and stumble back and he tried desperately to catch his balance but he ran out of ring apron and he fell backward crashing shoulders first directly into the bed of nails. The nails dug their way into Arson's back causing him to become stuck to the bed of nails and he let out a grunt as he struggled to shift himself around to try and free himself from the nails before any more damage could be done.
The crowd watched on as Arson was stuck in a very bad position with Three still up on the ring apron, and they watch on barely able to control themselves as the cheers for this match are deafening. The Arsonist would wiggle around but seemed to be unable to free himself from the bed of nails due to the way he fell on them. He looked up at Three on the apron hoping that this man was not about to do something that The Arsonist knew for a fact that he would most definitely do if he had someone in this position. This thought entering his mind made him struggle even more, but it seemed that all wiggling around was doing was causing the nails to dig deeper into the flesh of The Arsonist as the bed of nails was rapidly getting doused with the blood of the 320 pounder who was seemingly caught between the proverbial demon and a sharp place, and he knew that if he did not get off of this bed of nails, then this was going to end badly.
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 4:39 pm
Three swayed on the apron, weakened and nearly drained, Three had saved himself from being consumed in flames, and Arson now looked to be stuck on his back like a turtle. Painfully Three pulled himself up onto the turbuckle. It was time to end the match and it would take nothing less than the full force of Three's attack to end this match. Looking down at his seemingly pinned opponent, Three leaped. He fell, sending his 260lbs flying down to to crash on Arson's chest with an elbow drop!
If it connected Three would drape a limp arm across Arson's chest, most likely still on the bed of nails. This was the last of his reserves, if Arson kicked out of this, Three might have actually been outmatched.
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 4:56 pm
Arson watched helplessly as Three stabled himself on the ring apron and prepared himself to launch his attack. Arson continued to wiggle around on the bed of nail but it was no use as he had fell on it far to hard and there were to many nails stuck in his back for him to free himself in time. Arson would watch helplessly as Three leaped into the air for an elbow drop and braced himself for the impact. Arson would let out an agonizing yell as the elbow drop connected causing the nails that were already lodged in Arsons back to be driven over a half an inch deeper then they already were and the crowd cringed as they watched Arson sink into the bed of nails as a result of Three crashing into him.
After a few seconds Arsons hand fell limp on the ground next to the bed of nails, it would seem all the blood loss had finally took it's toll on The Arsonist and he faded out of consciousness as Three draped his hand over his midsection. The referee would fall to the ground and begin the count.
"1..."
"2..."
"3!!!"
Ring Announcer- "Here is your winner...The Number Three!!!!"
Arson was still out of it and the emts began rushing to the ringside area to try and dislodge The Arsonist from the bed of nails. No one had ever seen Jack Arson manhandled like this in his entire career, and these fans were cheering in approval of the brutality they just watched unfold in the middle of the Coliseum. Sure makes anything some guy in a funny hat is doing look like child's play. Arson would slowly begin to come back to his senses and he would realize that he had clearly lost the match and frustration began to set in with this man who had put everything he had into this match only to fall short at the end. Arson would try and roll off the bed of nails with the help of the medics as they tried to get him to his feet to get him to the back.
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 5:23 pm
Three heard the roar of the crowd as the final count fell and the bell rang! Weakly he was aware of the medics coming in to check and free Arson, but also to check the demon himself. Victory gave him a burst of energy he would not waste answering questions about his aches. Blood dripping from head to toe, the demon rose up. He rolled into the ring, his fallen opponent nothing more than an afterthought now. Three staggered into the center of the ring and stood there for a moment swaying. He looked into the camera and grinned, the titantron was still blown out, but the fans at home got a good look at the demon's bloody face.
He swayed slightly as if he might fall, but finally Three threw his arms up, giving his demon horns taunt a wave to celebrate his victory. The medics were bringing a stretcher in for Arson, and probably waiting for another for Three. The demon had no intentions of being wheeled out. Isis and Lilith slid up next to him, each taking an arm and draping it over themselves. Slowly they guided Three out of the ring, and upp the ramp to head backstage. Three passed the mass of people around Arson without so much as a glimps for his opponent, the man was beaten... there was nothing left to be said between them...
For now.
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 5:45 pm
Arson would finally be pulled loose from the bed of nails and about 50 deep puncture wounds were shown on his back. The camera zoomed in on this, but due to the tron being blown up seconds before the match ended there was no way for anyone sitting in the cheap seats to get to see the fact that Arsons back looked like a bloody slice of Swiss cheese. The medics tried to lift Arson onto the gurnee but he was having none of it, as he began to push the people that were there to check on him away, trying to create some distance so that he could try and stand. He grabbed hold of the aluminum stairs to try and push himself to his feet. He almost made it on the first attempt, but his leg gave out on him causing him to fall on one knee.
The medics would try to move back in toward Arson to help him after he fell, only to have The Arsonist throw a backfist to try and move these men away from him. Arson was going to walk out of this arena on his own two feet, he would not be carried out like a battered victim. He would summon every ounce of strength that he had remaining in his body and push off the stairs one more time, this time he was able to stand successfully, which resulted in a large roar of approval for The Arsonist, who had spent the majority of his career in the shadow of his brother, serving as nothing more then Angel's enforcer. The Jack Arson that everyone here just witnessed however, seemed like a man with a very bright future in this industry, especially if he continues to put on matches like the one that just unfolded.
Arson would stand next to the bed of nails for a moment and he would look around at the carnage that had unfolded in the middle of the Coliseum. The tron was smoking, chairs were scattered all over the ringside area, and there was not a person in attendance who did not get what they paid for by coming here tonight. Arson laid it all on the line against Three, and he was the better man tonight...but Arson would have his day for redemption the next time these two crossed paths. For now Arson would make his way to the back, limping heavily with each step that he took, but he was doing things his way as he exited the arena under his own power as the camera fades to black.
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