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The lights in the arena shut off with a metallic clang, bathing the arena in an eerie darkness. The audience milled, standing in a star field of lights, twinkling as people send out tweets, and take pictures in the darkness. Soon those lights too went out, one by one each phone, camera, video camera, even the led indicator lights blinked out until there was nothing left but the crushing darkness. A hot wind blew over the arena, bringing with it the scents of fire and brimstone. The audience began to mill in panic, they knew by now who was coming; but the knowing did not make their fears easier to face. Then a siren blared, and gun fire erupted around them. Lights flashed with the reports of the guns, and screams filled the arena. "Indestructible" by Disturbed, hit the pa system and the chaotic opening fueled with the lightshow sowed panic amongst the audience.

An explosion rent the stage apart, leaving a fissure in the center of the stage. Smoke billowed up from the gash, and flames danced in time with the music. A hand reached up, searing the stage beneath it. The hand was joined by a second, visible only by firelight. The Number Three pulled himself up onto the stage, flames licking off his back. The demon of Tartarus stood before the flames of the pit, and his black flesh seemed to suck in what little light there was. Lights returned, though dimly, and even more so around the demon. He strolled down the ramp, a furious look on his face. As he walked he stared up at the cage above him.

At Showdown he had used that very same cage to isolate Bison, and in that ring he had destroyed Salem... Three had earned the Asylum title back; and Bison still managed to ruin his plans. So what if, after Salem stole Three's victory, the demon welcomed the new champion with a beating. The fans love a good beating, even if they jeer for moralities sake. The demon was moving up, he had made the Asylum Championship worthy again; restored brutality to the belt. No one would ever walk away the same from that belt again, and that was because of Three...

But that belt was beneath him now, he had marked it as such when he left Showdown. His hand-print would forever tarnish the title, a homage to the prestige he brought to the belt. Now he had a new goal, a loftier goal... but it would take steps. The first one being tonight. Three stood before the ring and smirked, turning slowly to the camera. He stared into the lens as though he was staring into the soul of everyone who looked at his image. He grinned, his bright, white, wide, strangely charming grin.And like that you forgave him for anything he did wrong, and you don't even realize it

He looked around the arena as lights returned even more. Taking one last glance at the camera he spoke. "At Showdown I made the show. I'll make concessions to that incredible main event. But beyond that, the only match worth your money was mine. With... Salem," he scoffed as he said it, "and that other oaf whatshisname. We brought the match out to you, and gave you one of the most shocking splashes you've ever seen." On the titantron pictures of Three falling onto Salem and Bison, from a thirty foot drop flashed by. The audience roared in excitement, many of the fans there tonight had been at the PPV.

"Then I did something no one has ever done, not even Chrono... I made Bison irrelevant."Another series of pictures from the PPV flashed, Three snapping his fingers, and the cage crashing down onto the mat. Bison battleing Isis and Lilith, and Three throwing Salem into the air, the audience was roaring over the memory of that match. "In the end, Salem was able to pin Bison because of my work... I put the buffalo down.

Thankfully I had a moment of clarity, an epiphany if you will... The Number Three's talents are being wasted, I'm stuck putting on superior matches with inferior opponents, while legends long since relevant are given the main event.

Well now one of those legends is gone, Three had to pause, this time to his annoyance as the entire arena burst into cheers. Not because Chrono had had his last match, but because of that match. Finally the audience settled down enough for Three to speak. Gone, leaving a gap open for someone even greater than a god. It's the demon's time now, and I'm stepping up to the opportunity. Three ducked under the ring then and started tossing out a table, a couple chairs, a couple bottles, and his deadly looking bed of nails. One by one he started tossing them into the ring, ignoring the protests of the officials, and instigating them to lower the cage early. Before the cage settled on the apron the ring was strewn with weapons and tables. "With the Asylum championship behind me I'm moving up, and that's towards you... Boxer. You may be my partner, but that doesn't mean you're safe. You proclaim your demonic nature, but you've never proven it. Keep you eye's on me and I'll show you. You'd better prepare yourself for Heatwave, you've been warned.

Tonight management has seen fit to throw me in a cage match, something about getting what I ased for. I've seen fit to up the annty. Welcome to Three's big top! We're gunna have some fun tonight! Three climbed the stairs and stepped through the cage door, taking a chair from the official trying to clean the ring.

"Drop that!" Three shouted, and took a bottle from another official. He chased them out and quickly went to work. In the center of the ring Three set the table up, and slid his bed of nails onto that. Setting up the chairs on either side of the tables, then he sat back on the chair facing the ramp and waited... Well lets get this started then... introducing my first victim!