The Number Three vs Draze

[Drako Damone]

nontitle
Xtreme rules 30 minute ironman match
falls count anywhere
(10 pages ends the match)  

[The Number Three]

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. The Number Three erupts from the fog on the floor, standing tall and black in the darkness. Around his waist is the DHW Blaze Championship. Strobe lights soon flash to the beat of the music.

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

Three ran down the ramp, sprinting towards the ring. Fog billowed and swirled around him as he cut a line for the match.

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

When he reached the apron the lights flicked off again one last time; returning with the house lights to reveal Three standing in the middle of the ring.

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

Three reached behind his back and unclasped the belt from around his waist. Holding it up high above his head, the crowd began to roar in cheers for their champion. He looked up to the title and swelled with breath before spitting a ball of flame that rose up and consumed the belt in his arm.

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?

"Introducing first, weighing in at 260lb. The Demon of the ring, your DHW Blaze Champion, The Number Three!"

Three handed off the belt to the official, and moved to his corner stepping around the items already placed in the ring for the beginning of the match.

 

[Legendary Longshot]

"We are destined to Burn" by Frontside hits the PA, as Draze comes out from the back to a huge pop from the crowd. After pounding his head and chest, he throws 8 punches causing red pyrotechnics to blast behind him. Next he claps his hands together to make the gold pyrotechnics blast in front of him. He then runs down the ramp and into the ring. After removing his Helmet, Shades, Mask and Shirt, he waits for the bell while eying his bizarre Opponent



"Now residing in LA, weighing in at 280lbs, the Dragons Haze, DRRAAAZZZZEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  

[The Number Three]

As soon as the bell rang Three advanced towards Draze. He moved in and attempted to go for a collar and elbow tie-up; but he would imediatly try and knee Draze in the gut and transition the tie-up into an Irish-whip towards the ropes.

 

[Legendary Longshot]

Draze was suckered in by Three, taking the knee before being Whipped to the ropes and rebounding back to the Demon!  

[The Number Three]

Three crouched and waited for Draze to rebound off the ropes, he would rush forward in an attempt to knock Draze off his feet with a spinebuster. If he nailed the impact he would mount over Draze and assault him with multiple strikes aimed for his face.

 

[Legendary Longshot]

And Draze is dropped Spine first on the canvas before being forced to cover up his face to protect it from the face punches aimed his way.  

[The Number Three]

Three had him right where he wanted him; he was landing punch after punch until Draze was able to cover his face enough to stop them. But with his arms up above his head he wasn't defending something down south and so Thee kicked himself up and brought his knee down aiming Drazes manhood.

 

[Legendary Longshot]

And now Draze is turned into a Male Soprano as he holds his jewels!  

[The Number Three]

Three stood up while Draze was busy cradling his precious bits, and aimed a kick at his ribs for good measure. Then he would bend down to pull Draze up to his feet and grab him in a headlock so he could flip him in a snap suplex.

 

[Legendary Longshot]

Man Draze just can't get out of the blocks tonight! He's kicked, picked up, and snap suplexed like a mother ********!  

[The Number Three]

Three is one who is happy to keep things going without slowing his pace. Despite Drazes heavier size Three would attempt to keep the headlock in and roll over to pull Draze back up into a second snap suplex. The fans were beginning to shout cheers as the action started off face paced and didn't seem to be slowing down.

 

[Legendary Longshot]

And there goes Draze up and over for the second time! This was one bad start!  

[The Number Three]

The second snap suplex hit, it slammed Draze to his back, and Three was feeling the fatigue of throwing a 280lb. man over his head twice, but he wasn't done. He rolled over trying to pull Draze with him so he could get back up and go for a third suplex, this time however if he could get it set up he would grab for Draze's inside leg and try to bridge the suplex into a pin.

 

[Legendary Longshot]

"ONE! TWO!! NO!!!" Draze kicks out before trying to get back up!