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Fall Back hits the PA and those cheers just get louder, as the DHW Owner steps out onto the stage and makes his way down the ramp. The boss enters the ring and takes up a mic while signalling the music to be cut.

"Now hold the actual hell on. I got a few things to say here."

Drako looks to Angel, then down at the unconscious Shirley.

"You did a pretty good number on the old windbag here. Nice kick. Knew I sorta liked you."

Drako smirks and looks at Fred Phelps Jr.

"Oooooh, what's the matter, Freddie? Don't like being shut up, do you? I'll bet it just burns you alive, don't it? Being brought down by, what did you call my talent, idols? Demons? Spawn of Satan? I don't really know. You talk so much s**t it's just ridiculous. But, instead of pointing out all the holes in your logic, the fact that dragons predate this god of yours, and the fact that every word that flows from your mouth is a contradiction of the peaceful God you claim to represent, allow me to impart this bit of wisdom on you."

Drako gestures around them.

"This, the Family Arena, in St. Charles, Missouri, has some significance. You know why? Do you know where you entered? You're standing in my backyard. Just across that bridge is St. Louis, Missouri. You have entered the show me state, and over that bridge is the Try Me City. What you've shown me is that you like to try my patience. But lets look at this from a legal standpoint. When you entered this ring, you were officially trespassing. See, if you had just bought your ticket and stayed in the crowd, you'd be like anyone else and security would escort you out for being hate mongering dilweeds. Instead, you set foot in my ring. Do you know what that means, Mr. Phelps?"

Drako moves in close, purposely invading the man's space.

"You're standing on private property. And what makes this great is legally I can't hit my talents unless physically provoked. Doesn't say s**t about a trespasser."

those cheers are coming again, starting as a low rumble and growing louder.

"Oh, are you getting the point now? I'm not out here to reprimand an employee. I'm here to whip your fat a**."

With that, Drako would look to kick Fred right in his fat gut and drop him with the Rain of Fire, another very fittingly named move

with the crowd roaring their approval here, Drako pops back up with one hell of a smile on his face.

"I haven't felt that good since the last time I kicked Nuke Fusion in his face, and I think that pales in comparison. You have to be the sorriest fat out of shape piece of crap I've ever seen. Did you see those ropes shake when I dropped this fat b*****d?"

Drako walks over to the time keeper.

"I got a trick for you though. You know, dragons are normally equated with one element, right? You wanna know why the Damones are called Dragons?"

a bottle of Bacardi 151 is handed to him.

"See, it's been a while since a family headed by the godfather of hardcore has gone back to certain barbaric and downright demonic tactics. But since you called me one, why don't I go ahead and play the part?"

Drako looks out into the crowd. "Now, ladies and gentlemen, this is the part where you hide the small children behind you or take them on a bathroom break early."

the boss opens the bottle and takes a swig, then pulls a lighter. It's obvious what's about to happen here. Anyone want to smell burning flesh?

"HOLD IT!"

Megan Phelps-Roper, the daughter of Shirley, jumps over the barricade and snatches a mic.

"How dare you put your hands on my mother and my uncle! Do you know how many people have attacked us and we've taken them to Doomed America's courts and sued them? Mr. Drako, think about what you're about to do."

The 20 something girl rolls under the bottom rope into the ring before speakingspeaking as she tries to stand between the wrestlers and her family.

"You've already assaulted my family and we will take your a** for everything you're worth because it's the will of God. But if you and this fraud of an Angel cease your attack, I will convince my mother to not pursue the fullest extent of the law. Should you incinerate my uncle, you will exceed self-defense into attempted murder and the Westboro Baptist Church will press charges against you and DHW. You see, we are well versed in the law. Unlike you, who use your talents to be idolaters, I use what God has given me for His purpose. So what will it be, winged demon f** enabler?"

When Drako says nothing, Megan speaks. "Fine, I'll see you in--" The lights go out when the daughter of Shirley is Excommunicated and she slumps over the carcass of Uncle Fred Junior, face in his crotch.

Drako actually has to take several seconds to laugh as Megan lands in her uncle's crotch.

"You know, you may not hear me right now, but I'm sure someone will play this back. Now, as far as this court crap goes, feel free to try. I'll come out the winner in the end. As for right now..."

Drako raises the bottle.

"I almost feel bad for what I'm about to do. You're going to burn no matter what considering where your face is right now. But you're a b***h and I'm not the spawn of the devil, I am the devil. ******** you very much."

He takes a swig and strikes the lighter, then spits to send the flames down at the the trio. There's a lawsuit for them

Drako smirk as his music hits the PA and he exits the ring. Luckily, all wrestling events keep paramedics on hand. Let them get rid of the trespassers.

"Have fun at the burn unit, folks!"