((I was asked by Tim to post a promo in the PPV so here it is. Sorry for the delay, I really am thinking hard of the character of Three.))
[{During an interlude, while the mat was being checked, and electrical systems being analyzed a lone man walked from behind the curtain out onto the stage and down into the ring. The crowd here at WWFG watched him, they didn't cheer, they didn't boo; they simply watched. They watched the man because he came unannounced, no music, or pyrotechnics, he just made his was down the ramp.
He also looked rather unusual, his skin was black. Not dark or brown with pigments. //Black// like he was covered in soot. He climbed into the ring and walked to the other end bending down to talk to the announcer who after a few moments discussion went to grab a radio and spoke to someone in the control station. After a moment the announcer returned to give the man a microphone. He took it graciously and headed back into the ring.
Before he spoke he looked around at the crowd, he turned a whole circle looking at everyone, into as many eyes as he could. The man looked strange, black skin, red eyes, and horns? Yes, horns; he has two short horns growing on his head. Well to be honest, they aren't really growing, just implants. His skin is tattooed, as are his iris'. Tokens from his life as a side-show attraction. He smiled and lifted the mic to his lips.
"Hello..." he paused for a moment and looked down thinking to himself. "I'm sorry, it's just this is big for me. Now I'm sure you are all wondering, what in the hell is that? And Ill get to that in a minute. I just want to soak this in for a moment."
He again stops and stares at the crowd, seemingly awestruck. "Some of you may know of me, or none of you do, and I wouldn't be surprised. Well let me start by saying, I am The Number Three." When he spoke his name, there where a few yells in the crowd, but they didn't carry any weight to them. "This moment, right here. This is my dream. I lived and worked as a showman since I was a lad. But I've never been before a crowd this big, and to be honest I am a little floored. But I made it, I am here. I'm here to be a wrestler, to give you the fans a show. But I can't do that as a rookie, not just yet. You all need a champion, and right now there are many men, and women ready to take that roll for you. They can have it, that is there dream.
But for me, my dream is here. I am a simple man, I don't have much to offer you, my word means nothing to you yet. But it will. I am here, and I will fight anyone, any time, for any reason.
I won't stand here and tell you, or anyone else that I am the best. There is no point in that. Not until I have been in the ring with someone; and as far as I'm concerned if I am the best, you will see it when I am in the ring!
So that's what I need, a match! Anyone, willing to come and fight me, now, or next week. I don't care when I will be there, and I will be ready." He lowered the mic and looked up to the stage for a moment, but he knew no one would show up just yet.
"I won't hold you up any longer, I know there are matches getting ready to start. So I'm going to go back to the locker rooms now, but I want to leave you with this. You fans, you are wrestling. You are the whole reason wrestling exists, and the only reason it exists. Without you there wouldn't be a ring, or titles, or shows at all. And I think its about time you be rewarded for that, so just keep your eyes open for me," He looked down at himself. "I shouldnt be too hard to spot. I'm going to bring you all the best show you have ever seen!"
He returned the mic to the announcer and started to head out of the ring and up towards the entrance. Looking to the crowd as he walked. They still were mostly quiet, those that listened to him didn't know what to make of him just yet. But as he walked a soft guitar riff started.
Simple man -Lynyrd Skynyrd played him out over the PA system.}]
He also looked rather unusual, his skin was black. Not dark or brown with pigments. //Black// like he was covered in soot. He climbed into the ring and walked to the other end bending down to talk to the announcer who after a few moments discussion went to grab a radio and spoke to someone in the control station. After a moment the announcer returned to give the man a microphone. He took it graciously and headed back into the ring.
Before he spoke he looked around at the crowd, he turned a whole circle looking at everyone, into as many eyes as he could. The man looked strange, black skin, red eyes, and horns? Yes, horns; he has two short horns growing on his head. Well to be honest, they aren't really growing, just implants. His skin is tattooed, as are his iris'. Tokens from his life as a side-show attraction. He smiled and lifted the mic to his lips.
"Hello..." he paused for a moment and looked down thinking to himself. "I'm sorry, it's just this is big for me. Now I'm sure you are all wondering, what in the hell is that? And Ill get to that in a minute. I just want to soak this in for a moment."
He again stops and stares at the crowd, seemingly awestruck. "Some of you may know of me, or none of you do, and I wouldn't be surprised. Well let me start by saying, I am The Number Three." When he spoke his name, there where a few yells in the crowd, but they didn't carry any weight to them. "This moment, right here. This is my dream. I lived and worked as a showman since I was a lad. But I've never been before a crowd this big, and to be honest I am a little floored. But I made it, I am here. I'm here to be a wrestler, to give you the fans a show. But I can't do that as a rookie, not just yet. You all need a champion, and right now there are many men, and women ready to take that roll for you. They can have it, that is there dream.
But for me, my dream is here. I am a simple man, I don't have much to offer you, my word means nothing to you yet. But it will. I am here, and I will fight anyone, any time, for any reason.
I won't stand here and tell you, or anyone else that I am the best. There is no point in that. Not until I have been in the ring with someone; and as far as I'm concerned if I am the best, you will see it when I am in the ring!
So that's what I need, a match! Anyone, willing to come and fight me, now, or next week. I don't care when I will be there, and I will be ready." He lowered the mic and looked up to the stage for a moment, but he knew no one would show up just yet.
"I won't hold you up any longer, I know there are matches getting ready to start. So I'm going to go back to the locker rooms now, but I want to leave you with this. You fans, you are wrestling. You are the whole reason wrestling exists, and the only reason it exists. Without you there wouldn't be a ring, or titles, or shows at all. And I think its about time you be rewarded for that, so just keep your eyes open for me," He looked down at himself. "I shouldnt be too hard to spot. I'm going to bring you all the best show you have ever seen!"
He returned the mic to the announcer and started to head out of the ring and up towards the entrance. Looking to the crowd as he walked. They still were mostly quiet, those that listened to him didn't know what to make of him just yet. But as he walked a soft guitar riff started.
Simple man -Lynyrd Skynyrd played him out over the PA system.}]
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