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The lights in the arena dim down as Ain't About the Money hits the PA.

Ahhhh, ahhhh
Ahhhh, ahhhh

blue and white lights begin to flash while a thin layer of smoke comes across the stage and down the ramp. Flames spring up along the set and the crowd's reaction is mixed, though the boos seem to drown out whatever cheers remain.

If you know like I know say
Ain't about the money, it's about the power (say)
Ain't about the money, it's about the power (you know like I know say)
Ain't about the money, it's about the power (say)
Ain't about the money, it's about the power

An opening appears in the stage and this time, a larger platform rises up, revealing not only the champion, but theformer WWFG tag team champions, the Syndicate and their manager, Adrian Amaya. The reaction is much louder now, definitely all boos. The three remain on the stage, the champion holding the title belt on his shoulder.

Think about it, think about it
Ain't no need to think about it
Get that Money, keep that power
No they not the same thing
Money can be anybody
This somebody, that nobody
When it comes to power
Circle, super small and maintain
Money make em' do it cause of what you give to em'
Power make em' do it cause you told them to do it
Money make you fly, power never die, don't know why
Money can be lost, power never need an alibi
Blood thicker than the champagne
Power in my pride, power in my last name

As the chorus hits again, Drako steps forward to lead the way down the ramp to the ring.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Syndicate!!"

All three men stop at the end of the extremely long ramp and look around the arena for a few more moments before Drako turns and walks up the stairs and into the ring, taking the championship back in hand as he does. He walks across the ring and steps onto the bottom rope, one foot on the second rope as he raises the title to the loudly booing fans. He steps down and walks to the opposite side to do the same.

When I'm in your presence you can feel the power
Even if this company was built from powder
Girls, kissin, on the couch, women, in the, shower
Surround, myself with kings, you can keep the cowards
Everytime I reminisce, I'm reppin' different bitches
Blood is thicker than water but BS is the thickest
Let the chain round my neck tell my life story
Born into the money but would die for glory
Get ready for the takeover, that face, lip and makeover
That case, that I break open, that great fifth like Beethoven
If you, wanna get it poppin', I can be in the team
Thirty-four, in a, rocket cause Hakeem's the dream
(Get it? They don't get it)

Drako steps down and signals to the boys to enter the ring. Both step up onto the apron and through the ropes to enter the ring. Adrian makes his way in behind them, a bit less noticeably but there all the same

Oooh, we're makin' moves
You're only doing what my power let you do
You see that money isn't everybody's thing
When it comes to power, can only be one king

The song goes back into the hook as Marcus takes up a position on Drako's right and Blaze to his left. As the music fades, Adrian takes up a mic and waits a moment for the crowd to quiet down.

"Summerslam is behind us, it's in the books and tonight we're here at Unforgiven, albeit it with slightly less hardware as not everything went the Syndicate's way at Summerslam. As you can see, my boys here..." Adrian gestures to Marcus and Blaze. "...are without the WWFG World tag team championships. Sometimes, things don't go as planned and despite plenty of brutality, despite Erynys being busted open by Blaze in the early goings, the Savage Sons are now the champions."

cheers from the crowd cut the manager off, which clearly annoys him.

"Go ahead and get it out of your system, because as you can see, the reigning head of the family is still your World Heavyweight champion."

Adrian stopped for the boos that rained down

"You can boo all you like, but the fact of the matter is, Drako told you all at Vengeance that he was going to walk in as champion and walk out as champion. He went into the Power Dome, gracefully allowing Cyrus Leone to have the choice of the match type and therefore homefield advantage. Yet he still led by example and retained the championship. But now, the Soaring Dragon has new business to address."

Adrian hands Drako the mic and the champion speaks at last.

"Let me be clear, I am disappointed that my boys here didn't retain the gold, but at the end of the day, they're rookies and just learning their way through this business. Summerslam was a lesson for them. And now, they're going to take some time to reevaluate and shape up their game before I allow them to go for the tag team titles again. So in case you were wondering, tonight, the Syndicate isn't in action. Though there's a second reason for that. Mainly that later tonight, in the main event, we're going to sit backstage with everyone else and watch as my big brother steps out of his retirement one last time for the one match he never got to have before. We have every confidence that the Dragon will do what the Dragon does best, and that is win. No help needed from us because we in fact are going to sit back and study. We're going to watch two veterans, two legends, do battle their way. We're going to watch and learn. But before that, there is one more matter that needs to be addressed."

Drako raises the world title belt.

"I won this belt last October from GBL. I have beaten back the challenges of Bison, Luca Leone, Dean Johnson, and now Cyrus Leone. And let's face it, you all just knew Cyrus had my number. You got it in your heads that my insistence on standard wrestling matches somehow meant I would be in over my head in anything else."

Drako lowers the belt and places it on his shoulder.

"It's as if you all forgot I've been here just as long as Cyrus Leone and most of your other favorites. I've done this for over a decade and a half, and I've been in every match you can think of. Ladder matches, done it and won Money In the bank here in WWFG. Hell in a cell, done a couple of those, one directly alongside my big brother. Cage matches, several times over. Pit of Hell matches, did that at Wrestlemania. Just because I choose to wrestle standard matches, to show that I am the best in the world, doesn't mean I can't do everything else. If you call yourself a wrestler, you better be comfortable wrestling in any match, in any ring, in any arena. So after I beat Cyrus at Summerslam in his own match, I told Adrian to contact WWFG management to find out who's next. Do you know what they said?"

JR: I haven't heard anything about Drako's next challenger. Have you, King?

King: Not a thing.

"They told us they hadn't decided yet. So here I am to step in and do their job for them. Because you see, I'm coming up on one year as champion in this run. I have been champion in WWFG more than almost anyone in history, but the only way to prove that is to do what I do best again, and that's defend the gold. But let's be real, the reason management hasn't come up with a challenger is because they can't. Who's left? Who really wants it? Who's here for more than just a quick check. So, let's make their job harder."

Drako turns to look towards the stage.

"I wanna know who in the back really came here to try to be the champion. Who still has that fire in them and is willing to call their shot?"

The champion pauses and seems to be waiting.

"Oh come on, someone has to actually want a shot at the World Heavyweight championship. Here, I'll help out. What about someone who called himself, what was it, Adrian?"

Adrian steps closer to the mic. "You mean the one that said that your world title is his?"

Drako takes the mic back. "Ah yeah, the Ethnic Enigma, Hiro Shin-Mozas. Granted, I already beat him back at Judgment Day, but hey, someone has to step up and try. Although I guess he just lost to Avari so he might be dealing with being on a losing streak. Or, hey, what about Avari Fusion. I mean, he just beat a former WWFG World champion, even if most of us forgot the guy ever held the title and nothing he did compares to my run with it. Or better yet, Nuke's back and calls himself the redeemer. but that's predictable. Let's see, I just beat Cyrus and before that I beat Erynys. One would think the boys would have taken some notes. Or maybe Trent? Not the butler but the original."

"You beat him already too," Adrian reminds him.

"True, but hey didn't he just beat Cartwright, my favorite pastime since I came back here? Maybe he wants some gold in his life. At this point, I'm throwing out names just hoping someone feels some type of way. So I'm going to pose the question, who in the back right now thinks they came step in this ring and challenge for the world heavyweight championship? Who thinks management should be granting them the shot? But really, who's next for me to beat and continue my reign?"

(open to whoever)

Before Drako could even respond to Emiko's appearance. It seemed like one of the names that Drako had thrown out decided to make an appearance.

Left Alone by Zero 9:36 would hit the PA System. It was Trent! Despite the bandaging, cuts, and bruises that were all over his body. This was a newly renewed and better Trent who came off a fresh win against a person who he had never beaten beforehand. Not only that, but a man that has tortured him for years. But now, Trent had shed his skin and bears no further restraints.

Now Trent could finally focus on another two goals of his. To repay Drako for giving him one of his firsts loss' before his unfortunate streak started, while also wanting to secure that big beautiful belt that Drako was keeping hostage for almost a full year!

Trent would have made his way down the ramp, grabbing a microphone from one of the officials in front of the ring. Then making his way up the stairs, along the apron, and inside of the ring to confront the two people in front of him. Leaving the crowd cheering for this huge moment that they never expected to see!

Drako had come out figuring that he would kick up some chaos, and so it begins. Finally it's time for someone from the Syndicate to speak, and Adrian is the one paid for this so he takes the mic.

"So, what we have here are the champ's best friend's baby mama, the guy that took about a decade to actually beat Cartwright, and one of the new girls on the block Ewing winters. This is what we get when Cartwright refuses to bring back the Women's championship."

JR: Wait a minute, is that directed at Emiko and Grace only?

King: Does it matter?

Adrian continues on. "Now as Ewing point out, Trent here is basically a walking stick of dynamite after Summerslam. One has to wonder if at any point you'll be recovered enough to try to do what you couldn't do before. But I guess this could be your comeback story. Being belittled and embarrassed by Cartwright for so long, you finally get your storybook ending by coming for the champ you lost two a few months back and taking the world title. Sounds nice, but a bit unrealistic since you like to play wrestling's equivalent of Minecraft." Adrian looks to Emiko. "Can't say for sure what your motivation is? Outdoing Salem? Under other circumstances it might be amusing to see you do what Salem always fails to do, win the WWFG World Heavyweight championship. But, and hear me out here, it's equally possible for the champ to stretch you in ways that make Salem jealous and keep his title." Adrian looks to Ewing. "Now, we're aware of your loss to Luca Leone, and at least you got the most dangerous and powerful part right. But whether you call it a fluke or not, if you couldn't beat Luca, who the champ wrestled at the Royal Rumble in the most purely wrestling match he'd done thus far, what makes you so sure you can step to and possibly beat the champ? What stops Drako from stepping in and just outwrestling you too? Doing what she couldn't sounds nice in theory but you do understand you're challenging the man who has been world champion in WWFG longer than virtually everyone else in history?"

Well, everyone got their piece in. Sort of. But Trent still was sitting there like a rock after making his way out. Giving an awkward cough after Emiko handed Drako something.

"Well. Not to be rude or anything. But I came here for a reason and as much as I like to see all these wonderful fans."

The crowd cheering as Trent went for a cheap pop.

"I need to get it off my chest, right now. Just like everyone else here, I obviously want that championship."

Trent pointed at the WWFG World Championship as the crowd would continue to stay lively.

"So, I will do the job of letting everyone know why I am going to be the person that is going to face Drako first."

Trent coughed again and began facing Ewing.

"Ewing, I like the pun. I am a human dynamite. It both is a funny way of thinking, but also accurate and scary. Let me explain. Over the last few years I have been beaten and abused by Cartwright. I never beat him once. He even took my name away. He wore me down mentally to the point, that I left. And as soon as I came back, he continued to poke again. So just like dynamite, he lit a fire and that wick would burn and burn, until finally I became something above what I have always been. Cartwright learned what happens when I get to that point."

Trent would take a pause for some breathing. As this was obviously very personal and felt great to get off his chest.

"But just like dynamite, the blast doesn't take one person or thing. It goes outward, it consumes anything and everything around itself. Cartwright may have lit the match, but now that I have reached my breaking point, everyone needs to keep their guard up."

Trent would say. But when he turned to Emiko, all that pent up rage and emotion disappeared. He was now talking to someone who he had no issue with.

"Emiko. I dont really know you that well besides the trip we recently took. That trip with Salem, who I have known for years."

Trent would clap and the fans cheering for the new FG Tag Champions.

"And I am sure at this point in your career and life you may hate the fact that you two are synonymous with one another and that you want to change that. I completely understand that and have been through it. But, with all due respect. This is not your time. This is my time. Drako is in my sights now. And I have no intention of letting anyone else beat me to the punch. Just like I have no intention of letting Drako win. Even if it means blowing myself up in the process."

Trent then turned to the champion. Demeanor changing again to one that is more serious, even looking deprived of emotion entirely.

"Drako. You beat me once. We have a history, that spans outside of WWFG. You know the potential I have, more than anyone else. You know when it comes down to it, I will do anything and everything. It isn't a matter of if, but when we cross paths again inside the ring. And when it happens, just know it won't be the same as last time. There will be no ring rust to save you."

Trent would lower the microphone staring at the champ and the championship that were staring right back at him.

The fans wouldn't know in the moment what Emiko Sone had to say about this development from Mick Foley, and Trent...well, his reaction was simply to leave. Ewing Winters, however -- she had a bit of a different take. The Apple Valley native would make her way down the ramp fully, right past Trent as he exited, and would get up on the ramp, stepping through the ropes. She takes a few steps to make sure there wasn't too much room between her and the Syndicate -- an unwavering amount of confidence behind the brash heel standing in front of the ultimate final boss in this business for anyone hoping to be the best. She looks behind him at Marcus and Blaze, a duo of security towers surrounding the two men she could stare straight in the eyes. Ewing Winters wouldn't miss a beat, take another step to close that gap just a little bit more between her and Drako.


Ewing spikes the microphone into Adrian's chest, leaving him to hold onto it and turns to exit the ring, fans actually getting behind her words slightly -- but mostly, there were boos. As Ewing stepped through the ropes and back down onto the ground, she walks backwards up the ramp slowly, her eyes darting between each member of the Syndicate -- knowing that she firmly just placed herself in the most dangerous situation of her life. However, she now had to turn her attention to Emiko Sone and Trent, in potentially the most important match of her career so far. The main event scene in WWF:G was most certainly about to have the new blood it was looking for -- and that blood ran cold like the darkest winter day.