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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; he looked across towards Jacob, flashing his brilliant white smile and locking his red eyes on Jacob's.

Three smirked as he approached the smaller man, he would stop in the center of the ring and hold his hand up to offer a test of strength to his opponent in order to begin the match.

Three was quick to push himself up to his feet, allowing him to move in and attempt to grab a front facelock on his opponent.

Once Jacob rolled from the ring, Three backed away; giving him ample space to come back in without fear of taking the beating he was about to get any earlier than it was coming. Fans of Jacob cheered his daring escape; while those of Three spat jeers at him for taking the "cowards" way out. Three looked to the ref expecting him to begin the count, should Jacob need some motivation to return to the match.

Three waited calmly, sitting against the middle turnbuckle on the far side of the ring. He would wait for Jacob to get into the ring; even give the man a chance to approach him. However if he did, once he reached the center of the ring Three would explode off the ropes to charge Jacob with a lariat.