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Drako is never one to turn down a press conference. The Soaring Dragon walks in first, wearing a black leather jacket over his usual attire. The second generation Damone family member has his usual smile on his face and is ready for some questions.

"Looks like I get to kick this all off. So, we'll start with this guy here in the front row with the tie and the glasses. Good God, is that Clark Kent?"

The reporter stands and adjusts his tie awkwardly. "Mr. Damone...."

"Just call me Drako. Gets really confusing if you call me Mr. Damone. That's really more of my brother's title."

"Ah, yes, Drako, the first and most obvious question is what brings you to BSW and will any of the other Damone family members be coming along after you?"

Drako refrains from rolling his eyes. "Ok, I suppose that's fair. I have a title after all and when I show up one of the others tends to follow. For now, however, I'm the only Damone currently signed to BSW. As for why I'm here, isn't that obvious? I'm here to steal the show and take some titles. That's kinda my thing. I have a fondness for gold and the older I get the more I like it. Next question."

more hands go up and Drako picks a female reporter this time.

"What are your thoughts for your opponent announced earlier, Omen?"

Drako's grin dims noticeably. "Well, you sure didn't waste any time. Look, the fact is, I'm in an uphill battle against a monster unlike any other. My brother is a monster, and I've fought him tooth and nail at times. I've fought both of my older brothers and no one hits quite as hard as they do. But this guy Omen is different. This is a guy that has done what no one else has ever done to Jarel. He hung him from his own symbol. That's a sight I can't forget, and even though my brother got his vengeance for it, that's the type of person I have to step into the ring with in my first match in this company."

Reporter: So do you have a plan going into the match or are you just hoping to more or less survive? Omen is bigger and stronger, and possibly more dangerous based off your own summary of what he's done.

Drako smirks at that. "Look here, lady, I don't back down from anyone. You don't go into a match with a mindset of just wanting to survive. I don't care how big he is or how bad he is, I'm going to kick his teeth down his throat. This isn't about any personal vendetta either. This is about me and my goal. See, if you want to stand at the top, you have to beat whoever is in your path. The boss decided to find the biggest guy he could and throw him at me. That works for me. We'll just add a new nickname to the growing list. You all know me as the Soaring Dragon and the Harbringer of Destruction. Add Giant Killer to the list because tonight at Bloodshed, I'm going to do in one go what my brother took three tries to do. There couldn't be a more appropriate name for tonight. Tonight there will definitely be blood, and a lot of it might be mine. But when it's all done, Omen is ending the night looking up at the lights watching me soar past him in my quest for some gold. And I might even stop and dance a bit along the way."

"I'm glad you like them." Salem said, sauntering onto the stage with a microphone of his own. Being the boss had its privileges, among which were the luxury of tailor made suits like the one he currently wore, a snappy red-under-black affair, but also the ability to produce a live microphone at will. Standing with a smile next to Cartwright at the podium, Salem flashed a winning grin for the audience of reporters, now more enthusiastic by the arrival of the owner. Eager hands shot up, Salem opting not to follow up on his comment to Cartwright in lieu of calling on a cute blonde near the front row.

"Mr. Croft - why the decision to reopen Blood Sport Wrestling?"

"Good question. As I've learned through out my career - usually to my misfortune, but otherwise as of late - is that timing is everything. The best laid plans go to waste if not executed properly, efficiently. I've had a lot of grandiose schemes I've tried to pull off at one time or another, reinventions of myself that didn't quite go the way I wanted. Sometimes it was too ambitious a challenge, other times my heart or time just wasn't into it. But you could say a perfect storm of heart, time, and ambition brought me to open the doors back up. I've seen people held back too much lately. I've watched people who don't deserve their opportunities squander them or be ungrateful for it. I've seen other companies take their talent for granted. So it hit me - make a place where the talent speaks for itself. No politics, no bullshit - people come here and strive to be the best and can appreciate the belt they hold because they know they earned it. They know they deserved it. They didn't kiss anyone's a**, they didn't have to make any deals, and they damn sure didn't have to be in management to get where they got. They did it through hard work, something I'm thinking is sorely lacking around here. And I know, that's really something coming from me. I know somewhere Matt Shanahan is rolling his eyes right now. But facts are facts, and whether I'm one to talk doesn't change the fact people are less motivated to be here - largely for reasons they can't control. So I'm doing something about it. I'm making a place where you can go as high as you're willing to work, and know what you're doing means something. I want to bring back the heart and soul of this industry again by reinvigorating that fighting spirit, that competitive edge that brought us all together in the first place."

Satisfied, the young lady smiled and nodded, taking her seat as Salem called on a grey fox of a man towards the middle of the gathering.

"Salem - Cartwright has been quite vocal about his suspicions regarding the mystery opponent you have scheduled for him in the main event. Care to shed any light on this unknown competitor or why you decided to keep them a secret?"

"Of course. I'll tell you who it is right now."

"Oh, really? Who is it, then?"

"It's a secret. Salem said straightforward, his wry joke drawing a few laughs from the crowd. "And I made it a secret because I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to book him. He's a really hot commodity right now, someone I think people would love to see compete in BSW, but he's not an easy man to reach at the moment and I wasn't going to sign off on anything until I was sure. But I promise, Cartwright - and our faithful fans - will not be disappointed."