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Drako smirks.

"Let me get this straight, you're mad at me because Dion lost last week? Look, I was there for one purpose, to keep Draze out of the way. Draze didn't cause Dion to lose, therefore, I had no reason to get involved. However..."

The Soaring Dragon pauses.

"I will not hesitate to do my part. Tonight, Major Devastation and I are going to go head to head, one on one. And while all the praise I gave him at Falling Summer holds true, one fact remains. He doesn't deserve the title he's wearing. A champion turning against the federation he represents, that boggles the mind. So here's what I'm going to do for you Jed, old pal."

Drako looks him in the eyes.

"I'm going out there and knock him off his pedestal. What you see me do tonight is what you'll wish you could do to Chrono. You see, I'm going to go out there and kick Major Devastation's teeth down his throat, and show that his name is nothing more than that, a name. He is not the embodiment of devastation."

Drako turns away as if to leave, but stops and turns back.

"Oh, and it's not my fault you have to eat a little crow and shake Chrono's hand. After all, you put him in the match against Nuke and Nuke dropped the ball. But that's ok. You see, i've got a little something in store for both of them. Their budding little friendship is..." he pauses, searching for the right word. "...amusing. You see, there's no way they can remain friends, not with the richest prize in the game on the line. The fun part is, both of them are going to get their a** kicked in the very near future. Two gods will fall to earth and be rendered mortal, courtesy of the demons they have provoked. So shut up, shake the b*****d's hand, and then sit back and wait. The twilight of the gods is drawing near."

Drako smiles a knowing smile.