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Just as Rosario put the mic into the announcers hand the arena rang with the sound of a bow being drawn across the strings of a violin. Followed by the voices of a symphonic choir calling out, then silence, and with that silence the lights in the house went out. A heavy riff started and along with it the spotlights began to strobe. On the titantron a simple "3" flickered along with a static snowy image.

"You take a mortal man,
and put him in control."

As the lyrics began The Number Three stepped out onto the top of the ramp. In the flashing strobe lights his movements seemed choppy.

"Watch him become a god,
watch peoples heads a'roll"

The lights strobbed off and then back on, he was no longer standing at the top of the ramp, it looked at if he were several feet along running at a full sprint. As the lights continued to strobe with the beat of the music he neared the ring, each flash brought him closer though he never appeared to move. It was as if the flashing brought him closer to the ring.

"A'roll,
a'roooooolllll"

As the chorus began, he was right outside the ring running dead on but still a good 5' away the lights flashed one last time, when they returned Three was standing in the ring. Fog settled around him and he looked at Rosario red eyes intent. He lifted a bottle to his lips and drank a deep gulp of vodka before tossing the bottle to a cheering fan. He snapped his fingers and a flame appeared from his thumb, he held it up to his mouth and spat, sending a huge ball of flame roaring into the air.

The music quieted to a hush and the lights returned though with a tint of blue that gave the arena an eerie feel. Three smiled down to the shorter man flashed a grin to the crowd who popped with cheer. He reached down and took the mic from the announcer.

"So kid, your look'n for a fight huh? Well Ill give you one, but there's a catch. If you cant beat me, I use you to practice my newest trick."

He waved his arm back to the entrance stage and two beautiful women painted red with sexy devil outfits pushed out a coffin sized box with a rotating saw sitting on top.

"Ill get to saw you in half!"

Three lifted the mic up and laughed.

"Towel boy, towel boy? That's the best you can com up with? You think that's supposed to make my knees shake. You have alot to learn runt, and I'm here to teach you."

Three drop the mic and ran forward cocking his back to throw the first of a series of punches aimed for Rosario's face.

Three was ready for the duck, and so he pulled back; but not fast enough to avoid kick. His retreat did soften the blow so that he wasn't forced to double over though his stomach stung from the quick blow. He stood back and ready in case Rosario decided to turn the kick into the start of a charge.

Three watched Rosario for a moment, he smirked and nodded to the kid. He was going to play back as well and defend himself. Neither had seen the other in the ring before and now was not the time to play it safe, on top of that if they both just back away they would lose the crowd. He rushed forward again, quick for a larger man, a by product of his training as a magician. He threw his arm out in an attempt to clothesline Rosario into the ropes, and hopefully over.

Three had put all of his momentum into the charge to knock Rosario over, so when the nimble man turned the fall into a kick at his feet Three was helpless to avoid it, the kick knocked his footing out and he fell catching his chin on the ropes which knocked him back with a jerk. He hit the mat and groaned, white spots filling his vision.

"Son of a b***h."

If Three had been up a little more, he might have been able to turn the cross body into a back breaker. However when the impact pushed him back on to the mat he was able to grab a hold of Rosario and kick his legs up allowing the momentum to carry him into a roll so that he would have the smaller man pinned under him. He would quickly grab Rosario's leg to go for a surprise cover.