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"Oh no you don't!" Three knew his copies were inferior, it still angered him how easily they were being beaten back. When Drako managed to hop back into the ring after fighting several lumberjacks off, Three rushed across the ring.

He shoved his way past the official, while preparing to blast Drako back off the apron with a "Blackout" European Uppercut.

Sure that Drako had gassed himself escaping the lumberjacks, Three was careless in blatantly charging his opponent. He received a kick to the face for his troubles. Pain blinded him and sent him staggering backwards. He might have even fallen had he not bumped into the official and regained his footing.

Still distracted by the pain in his face Three was caught by Drako's clothesline. His only saving grace was the official standing directly behind him. Three was thrown back into the official, knocking him back to fall through the ropes and come crashing to the floor himself. Three was dazed, he'd taken the brunt of the impact and was sprawled out on the mat.

Drako didn't have long to wait. Not because Three popped up as if nothing had even happened, shrugging off damage like a heavy coat, something he has been known to do; but rather, with the official out of commission the doppelgangers were no longer restricted to ring side. One Three slid into the ring and popped up, grinning wickedly at Drako before running to catch Drako with a heavy knee.

It should have been obvious to him, it would have been obvious to The Number Three, but the doppelgangers weren't nearly as clever as the source. The charging lumberjack was felled with a mighty flying punch that snapped his head back hard enough to hear the slap of his scalp against his traps. He collapsed to the ground, even his forward momentum had been negated by Drako's punch. This was the spark that set the outhouse aflame and ignited a shitshow. Emboldened by a lumberjacks blasted flouting of the rules, others began to take action while they were able to.

Another Three climbed into the ring through the ropes. This one beat his chest before charging at Drako. Behind him, another was already ascending the steel stairs. One by one, nearly a dozen Threes were coming to beat Drako.

The spear caught the faux Three in the midsection and blasted him off his feet. The impact was enough to send him rolling uselessly out of the ring. Drako didn't have long to lay and rest. There were another ten copies of the demon that had Drako's demise on their minds.