"Sound of Madness" by Shinedown hits the PA, shortly after Three emerges from the behind the curtain surrounded by 6 of the biggest security officials on staff. He held a microphone in one hand and was grinning towards the fans as he looked over the shoulders of his guard. Three was able to see more and more horns in the crowd, an even some blackened faces. one particular sign read, "1, 2, Three!"
He held the mic up and spoke, causing the roar of cheers and boos he was getting to subside. "When I started in this business I had one goal in mind. I came here to give you, the fans, the best show you deserve. I had planned on staying out of other wrestlers business, preferring just to have my matches and soak in the love you all would give to me. I also told myself, Three... you're going to be a face. You have to be a good guy, and be the hero for the fans. So that's what I did... but it just wasn't going to work."
Three looked at his guards and shook his head. He started to push his way past two of them, but they barred his way and shook their heads. Three grinned and held a hand up. With a snap of his fingers flames burst from the floor and appeared to consume him. At the same time; in the ring more flames erupted in the center, scorching the mat. When the flames died away Three was in the ring, and the guards were left standing around nothing.
They quickly realized what had happened and charged towards the ring, though they would not enter it. Three ignored the guards as he now had the ring to himself.
"You see there are people out there that require more than what a good guy has to offer in order to put them down. Being a good guy requires me to hold back when I am kicking someone's a**, but it isn't in me to turn my back on you. I won't insult you, the fans; who are my, our, true bosses." The crowd continued to socialize, spreading the infamous sound of mixed opinions throughout the arena. However, his attempts to explain himself did not go unnoticed for there were still pockets amongst the crowd that cheered for the former circus performer. "I would prefer to have your praise as I take on a rabid dog. But if my tactics are too much for you, than I will have to make the second sacrifice. Because the first was made for me."
He was building the crowd up now, they were beginning to pay attention; even the parents who were only there for their children.
"I woke up in a padded cell, with a strait-jacket tied around me. As if that was enough to keep me restrained. When I broke out of both the jacket and the cell; I was deemed even more of a threat. From that point on I was chemically restrained while the doctors attempted to "treat" me. But I have been wondering; how did I end up in Wayside Sanatorium?"
Three shook his head and laughed. He flashed his white grin to a group of fans sitting next to the barricade.
"Eventually my lawyers tracked me down, and after going through several hearings they were able to get me released with a clean bill of health. So I've returned; I am searching for the person responsible. You don't just wake up in a looney bin for no reason. Someone is responsible for what happened."
He stopped and looked about, examining the signs; letting them stew over the information he just released to them. They were curious now, and hungry for more; their chants were evidence enough of that.
"I don't have proof just yet but I know who set me up. Until I have the proof I am going to make his life a living hell. That's right J..."
He held the mic up and spoke, causing the roar of cheers and boos he was getting to subside. "When I started in this business I had one goal in mind. I came here to give you, the fans, the best show you deserve. I had planned on staying out of other wrestlers business, preferring just to have my matches and soak in the love you all would give to me. I also told myself, Three... you're going to be a face. You have to be a good guy, and be the hero for the fans. So that's what I did... but it just wasn't going to work."
Three looked at his guards and shook his head. He started to push his way past two of them, but they barred his way and shook their heads. Three grinned and held a hand up. With a snap of his fingers flames burst from the floor and appeared to consume him. At the same time; in the ring more flames erupted in the center, scorching the mat. When the flames died away Three was in the ring, and the guards were left standing around nothing.
They quickly realized what had happened and charged towards the ring, though they would not enter it. Three ignored the guards as he now had the ring to himself.
"You see there are people out there that require more than what a good guy has to offer in order to put them down. Being a good guy requires me to hold back when I am kicking someone's a**, but it isn't in me to turn my back on you. I won't insult you, the fans; who are my, our, true bosses." The crowd continued to socialize, spreading the infamous sound of mixed opinions throughout the arena. However, his attempts to explain himself did not go unnoticed for there were still pockets amongst the crowd that cheered for the former circus performer. "I would prefer to have your praise as I take on a rabid dog. But if my tactics are too much for you, than I will have to make the second sacrifice. Because the first was made for me."
He was building the crowd up now, they were beginning to pay attention; even the parents who were only there for their children.
"I woke up in a padded cell, with a strait-jacket tied around me. As if that was enough to keep me restrained. When I broke out of both the jacket and the cell; I was deemed even more of a threat. From that point on I was chemically restrained while the doctors attempted to "treat" me. But I have been wondering; how did I end up in Wayside Sanatorium?"
Three shook his head and laughed. He flashed his white grin to a group of fans sitting next to the barricade.
"Eventually my lawyers tracked me down, and after going through several hearings they were able to get me released with a clean bill of health. So I've returned; I am searching for the person responsible. You don't just wake up in a looney bin for no reason. Someone is responsible for what happened."
He stopped and looked about, examining the signs; letting them stew over the information he just released to them. They were curious now, and hungry for more; their chants were evidence enough of that.
"I don't have proof just yet but I know who set me up. Until I have the proof I am going to make his life a living hell. That's right J..."
