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Both men were in their corner waiting for what might have seemed like an eternity were it not for the roar of the disgruntled fans. The fans were starting to work themselves up, not accustomed to waiting for long. The lights suddenly shut off with a metallic thud plunging arena into darkness. The crowd fell silent as they prepared to have their curiosity satiated. That's when the music started.

T.N.T. by AC/DC filled the arena with a jarring note on the guitar. The fans murmured most unfamiliar with who could be coming out. There were a few fans however, that knew who came out to that song, and they were looking around bewildered. He was famously dead.

The Number Three stepped from the darkness into the circle of the spotlight. He grinned and took an animatedly deep breath. He held an empty hand out stiffly, and spun it with a flourish suddenly holding a microphone in his grip. The music cut out suddenly and the lights came back slowly. The demon standing at the top of the stage slowly lifted the mic to his mouth and spoke, grinning his big grin to the fans.

"Here I was, enjoying my retirement in hell, and a buddy comes by wanting to watch WrestleMania. I had the time so I figured why not. Then what do I see?" Three looked down at the ring and pointed to Rosario and Dean. "A ******** s**t show display put on by what appears to be an entitled c** stain, and some kid that couldn't win a match against a quadruple amputee without someone in his corner to give him a boost." The audience roared in delight at the insults to the heels. A few small pockets of fans were chanting Three, but too few people knew who he was for it to catch on.

"So of course I had to come back. It was embarrassing seeing my old rival reduced to being a dollar store Paul Haymen. So if I'm going to come back, why not do it with a show. First I'm going to kick the s**t out of your sidekick Rosario, then I'll win this tournament; and when I'm done I'm going to put you down for good. Because having a former rival who sucks as bad as you, makes me look bad."

Three tossed the mic to the ground and ran the ramp. He dove into the ring under the bottom rope and jumped up to his feet. Three was back, the demon of the ring was in his element again, and the charged look of excitement in his grin was that of a predator who had just cornered his prey. Like a kid in a candy store that the owner just walked out of.

A decade ago Dean's shoulder charge would have been met with Three planting his feet and taking the blow with the 20lbs of weight he had on Dean. The last decade however seems to have drained something from the demon who was clearly much less muscular than he had been. So when Three planted his feet to try and catch Dean and pivot the attack, he was instead blasted off of his feet and driven back onto the mat. The blow was enough to halt his momentum, but he quickly rolled to his stomach to start pushing himself up.

This early in the match the bump from the shoulder tackle was little more than a warm up, and Three was back to his feet quickly. He was not as fast as he had been though, and before he could stand fully upright, Dean clobbered him with a forearm, a blow that sent him back down to his knees.

Three was at his opponents mercy, for the moment. He was no stranger to taking a beating, and wasn't even phased as of yet by the clubbing strikes. They were simply halting his own momentum gain. But the veteran knew that more would have to come for his opponent to keep rising, and if the boy was going to stop Three's momentum, he would just take it from his opponent. When Dean reached down for Three's wrist, the demon grabbed for Dean's forearm and would give a mighty deathroll to pull him into an arm drag.

Three moved in to capitalize on his reversal by trying to grab Dean from behind with a rear naked choke. It seemed time had made a difference to the demon as he wasn't typically one to employ technical holds. This was evident as even if Three managed to grab Dean, the choke wouldn't be tightly locked in on his opponent.

Three was just preparing to wrench backwards to apply some serious pressure when Dean dropped down. His heavier weight, and the leverage jerked Three forward and threw him into the mat. Not willing to give up the ground he'd gained, Three rolled quickly to the side trying to put some distance between him and Dean.

The Demon rose to his feet and faced off with Dean. He smirked and shrugged. "I am The Number Three, and if all they're saying about me is that I'm tough as nails. Then I didn't make as much of an impact as I'd believed.

Let's see how tough the kids are these days.” He stepped forward to throw the first in a series of punches he woukd use to try and drive Dean back towards the ropes.