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 Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2013 3:25 am
Harli, and Three only. No interruptions.
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 1:05 am
 Harli Drummond was pacing back and forth in the backstage hallways wearing a suit and shades while seen muttering to himself and holding onto a steel chair. A DHW Interviewer by the name of Mike Phillips was walking towards Harli in hopes of getting a interview with the Australian. Mike Phillips: "Mr. Drummond, could I please get a moment of your time for a interview."Harli stopped pacing about as he looked up to see Mike Phillips was now standing next to him. He lowered his shades and responded to the interviewer. Harli: "Alright, since it seems like I've got a fair amount of time before I have to prepare for the main event. So throw out some questions for me."Harli then waited for Mike Phillips to gain the courage to ask the first question sinc he knew about Harli's history with attacking interviewers througout the many companies he worked for. Mike then cleared his throat to then ask the first question. Mike Phillips: "So Mr. Drummond, tonight you go one on one with a legend in the wrestling world, Snypa Rifle. What are your thoughts on this and what is your game plan?"Harli took a minute or two to think about his answer before speaking to Mike Phillips. Harli: "My thoughts on facing Snypa Rifle, well I couldn't be more happy to face one of professional wrestling's most dangerous super tarts......I mean superstars, this match between me and him should be one for the ages if he has not become a watered down verison of his former self. My game plan going into that match."Harli paused as he raised a steel chair into view of the camera before continuing to speak. Harli: 'This is my game plan....no scratch that, this is my insurance policy because I know full well how dangerous Snypa can be, so I am not taking my chances if he tries to set me on fire or anything else. Getting a hook in my back by Three and getting shanked by a Wooden Spoon by Jed was more than enough for me, I don't think I would take kindly to being set on fire by a pyromanic too much."Harli took a moment to pause to allow Mike Phillips to ask another question to him. Mike Phillips: "Umm...I don't mean to offend you, Mr Drummond but using a weapon like that is only going to cause you to lose the match. Are you prepared to accept the fact that you could lose the match if you used the chair?"Harli looked a little annoyed by Mike's question but answered it in a rather calm way. Harli: "Well yes more or less, you see I couldn't care much for the rules, because it's all about sending a message to my opponent and to DHW management. I don't think there is much that can be......."Harli's sentence was cut short as a couple of referees came running over after over hearing the interview, there was a bit of a struggle going on as two ref's held Harli back and as a third referee took the steel chair from Harli before he sent the other two ref's flying to the side as the other referee quickly ran away with the chair. Harli was seen kicking and throwing stuff that was near him across the hallway as the camera man and Mike Phillips ducked for cover.
Harli was seen swearing and carrying on over the fact the referees took away the steel chair from him, preventing him from using it against Snypa Rifle later tonight.
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 6:41 pm
 While Harli was exloding in his tirade, tearing the back stage apart, Mike and the two officials tried backing away to avoid being caught up in Harli's fury. Suddenly Three appeared, (seemingly from nowhere,) grabbing and slamming Harli into a wall, his right forearm pressed against Harli's throat to subdue him. Three's burning red eyes stared at Harli for a moment as he struggled against the demon of the ring. "Now now Harli... calm yourself!" Three's words had weight to them and Harli's thrashing halted. The demon turned to look at Mike Phillips, "I believe your presence is required elsewhere."
"N.. no Mr. Three.. Ah... I shou..."
"Leave!" Three's voice cracked as he commanded, what was usually a charming melodic voice sounded hard, distorted; as if multiple voices spoke in unison. The command was terrifying and Mike scampered off without further argument. Three looked back to Harli and smiled, "You going to settle down now?" The demon asked in an almost friendly tone.
He waited for Harli's agreement before he released him. "Good, because I cant have you hurting my friends, they're just doing their job; following orders." Three turned to help pull the two officials up, smiling to each one and dusting their shirts off. "You both have matches to prepair for. You did good, now go get ready." The officials seemed relieved by Three's words, nodding, they both left as instructed. "Now Harli, why don't you walk with me for a moment."
The demon of the ring turned and started walking down the corridor, expecting Harli to stay with him. "Now I'm sure you saw what I did last week. And it may seem like a good plan, intimidating the officials into doing what you want. But you have to realize there's more to it than that. You see, they know what happens when they displease me; but as heavy a hand as my displeasure is, it would get me nothing if their obedience didn't offer them some sort of protection.
So you understand why I can't allow you to hurt my officials." As they walked they passed another set of stripped shirts, and Three patted one on the shoulder. "That isn't to say, that your wish for a chair can't happen. I'm not a selfish demon. I think it would be possible to arrange for you to have your chair, or whatever else you need to avoid immolation." Three stopped outside of a door with a plaque that read, DHW Booking, A monitor in the background showed the same image of Three and Harli talking, this conversation being displayed on the titantron.
"I'll speak with your official, and in return.
Well in return, you're going to owe me a favor. I don't know when, I don't know what. But I'll come to you with a favor; and you'll comply. And in return. Tonight, against Snypa Rifle, when you really need it; I think you'll find what you were looking for."
Three turned to enter the Booking office when something on the monitor changed, catching the demon's eyes.(All puppeting done with Harli's consent.) 
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 8:57 pm
The monitor changing would flash to a view of The Number Three's personal tour bus...which truly was a sick looking piece of work:
The camera man would pan out all around this vehicle before coming to the front door, which was oddly wide open for some reason or another. The camera man would walk up to the door and would have to hold his breath as for some reason there was a scent of gasoline that would cause someone to black out if they were exposed to it for any extended period of time. When the camera man was at the door a voice could be heard coming from inside of the bus.
"Oh you're here...well come on in man, you might wanna cover your nose it reeks of bad sex and cheap weed in here...plus you know, the gas."
The camera man would pull his shirt up over his nose before stepping into the bus to reveal the source of the voice as none other then Jack Arson, who was sitting on Threes couch, though he had a plastic bag down so he would not come into contact with whatever Three had been doing in there. He was holding one of Three's bongs and before speaking again lit it and took a massive hit that damn near choked him to death and he would speak amoung the choking.
"HMMPH That...is -cough- such s**t, you would think a demon of his stature would have a better connect then whoever he got that crap from. It makes me want to puke."
Arson would then toss the bong across the bus with such force that it shattered on impact with the TV causing the screen to break. Arson would roll his neck out before standing and would look directly into the camera before speaking again.
"You know something, I had a thought after my loss last week, a thought that the old me would not have even fathomed to contemplate. Three is wandering around the halls of DHW, making deals with people and putting fear into officials...and it is because he cannot beat me unless he can cheat. And I was always taught that cheaters never prosper, but from the looks of this bus...it would seem that Threes underhanded tactics have served him VERY well and this just doesn't sit very well with me I mean look at this place, seriously pan that camera out and let everyone see it dude."
The camera pans out over the room and Jack continues to speak while the bus is covered similar to an episode of MTV Cribs.
"He's got all the bells and whistles in this damn thing, all the way down to a $10,000 collection of some 'toys' that I have never even seen before in the back bedroom. But you know something, I think it's missing something...I didn't see a damn heater anywhere in this place I mean how is a demon going to stay warm with no damn heater? Come with me man, I left a heater outside we are gonna bring it in here for him so he can stay warm while he lays with those cheap whores that follow him around everywhere. It's right over there."
The two men then walk outside where Jack said there was a heater, but there was nothing to be seen and the camera man says."Uhh I dont see anything bro."Jack would laugh and reach into his pocket with a sinister look on his face as he pulled out his Zippo...and looked into the camera before speaking again.
"Oh did I say heater, damn man I meant to say gas can...all the gas in that bus must have been messing with my mind."
Arson would then reach inder the bus and pull out a gas can with a paper towel in it and would light the towel befor ethrowing the can into the bus, which caused the bus to flood with flames that swallowed it so quickly that it caused the camera man to fall backwards and pass out. The camera was unharmed however and Jack would make his way over to it and lift it up, sminning it around and showing everyone the sea of flames thatw as consuming Threes tour bus. Arson would let out a laugh before speaking again.
"You see Three, this is what happens to people when they cross Jack Arson...thisngs get burnt. Because in case you didn't know I don't take well to being taken advantage of or being the victim of underhanded tactics. So while your walking to the next event you will have plenty of time to think about it...THINK before you try to ******** with me again demon, because I will not be so kind as to torch your bus the next time you cross me. Next time I play with fire...it will be YOU that burns at my hands."
Jack would then spike the camera like a football causing the feed to cut to a black and white fuzz.
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 11:28 pm
Three watched Arson's display with mounting horror. He wouldn't see the rest of it because the moment Arson pulled out the gas can, he bolted. "That son of a b***h!" The demon shouted, as Harli and the cameraman followed in pursuit. They would be left behind though when Three vanished into a broom cupboard.
He appeared moments later in time to see his Demonic Bus consumed in a fiery Inferno. He searched for Arson, but the coward had vanished already. Three was in horror, there was nothing he could do...
He'd won that bus in a card game against Lucifer. Go Fish against Satan was a hell of a game. Three dropped to his knee's mourning the loss of his most prized possession. A wicked light flickering across his face. With black tears streaming down his face, he growled. "Arson you are going to pay for this far more dearly than you can even imagine."(All puppeting done with Harli's consent.)
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 11:50 pm
Three would have little time to mourn his bus because mere seconds after he hit his knees a masked man would come from behind Three and would try to jerk him up off of the ground and grab him by the back of his pants and throw him into a concrete pillar that was a few feet from his flame-consumed bus. But just who this man was remained to be a mystery as his face was covered by a red silk hood and he had a bandanna tied around his face to keep the camera man from showing who he was to anyone in the arena.
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 4:19 pm
Three hadn't expected an attack, and so before he knew what was happening, he found himself being hurled into the pillar. He hit it, and fell to the ground groaning pain flairing in his back. He looked up to see his hooded attacker and started to push himself up.
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 7:32 pm
This man stood over Three as he began to push himself up. He remained still for a moment as Three pulled himself up to his feet looking to step in and bury his knee in the demons stomach the minute he made his way to a vertical base. everyone watching this on the titantron was asking the same question. Who was this man, and what business did he have being in DHW's parking lot assaulting one of its biggest stars just mere minutes after his bus was set ablaze. If the knee attempt was able to double Three over, the masked man would grab hold of Three again, looking to spin him around and send him crashing into the concrete pillar a second time in the exact same spot he threw him into the first time.
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 8:15 pm
Three was still distracted by the inferno that was his bus. Windows exploded out as the heat built up pressure. Pops inside as glass pieces burst, and a sudden burst of flame. His attention was on the demise of his bus. The knee connected with Three's gut doubling him over; and before he knew it, Three was crashing into the pillar head first. A spot of black blood was left on the cement, and the thick liquid oozed from a gash on Three's forehead.
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 8:26 pm
The blood on the concrete pillar caused everyone watching in the arena to cringe as Three slumped into the ground with the masked man stood over the fallen demon. Everyone was hoping that this man would reveal himself to everyone...but they would get no such privilege. Instead, the man would take a few steps back and motion for Three to stand while tappin his right foot on the ground as if he was setting up for something.
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 9:06 pm
Three groaned, laying still on the ground for a moment. His head was throbbing now. The heat of the inferno, and the sound of the roof caving in brought him back. He sat up slowly, holding his head, all thoughts of his attacker gone for the moment. Then he heard the stomping of his boot. Woozily he rose, ready to fight back.
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 9:25 pm
The masked man would give Three no such chance, aiming to decapitate Three the instant he came to his feet with a vicious superkick. Questions were beginning to rise faster then answers to them and one has to wonder just what this masked man had against the Number Three, as no one even had a clue who he was.
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 10:37 pm
As Three got up he caught the superkick... in the face! The kick connected with a woozy Three, knocing him back down again. Blood poured more freely from his forehead, and he didn't move. It looked like that last kick had knocked the demon out cold!
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 11:14 pm
The masked man would look down at the demon who was bleeding profusely from the head following his vicious assault. The man would kneel down close to Three and say in a deep almost inaudible voice.
"Fear The Arsonist demon...he will find what he needs to defeat you within himself and when he does...You will no longer stand in his way."The masked man would then stand and brush himself off, and after taking one last look at the bus that was burning into a hollowed out shell of the glory that it once was...would walk away from Threes motionless body and leave him lying there to wake up to what was left of his bus and wonder what the hell just happened to him.
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