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At this last line, the sheet draping Omen's cargo - now starting to smolder where it touched the floor from the fire that surrounded it - was jerked away, revealing the twitching beast beneath. Strapped to a dolly, dressed in a belted black leather outfit that had more clasps than a straitjacket, stood Salem Croft - struggling violently against his restraints with a wide-eyed, almost insane expression. Across his face was a muzzle, shielding anyone from catching a bite from the man who'd recently made putting teeth to flesh a new hobby of his by taking a chunk out of Tiger Hat a couple shows previously. But since then, it could be seen through dog-like mouth guard that "The Devil" had some modifications made, his snapping jaws full of what looked to be shark-like incisors, his fronts all edged to intimidating points while he snarled and struggled like a caged zombie, a feral animal waiting to be released.

Just as Omen was going to remove one of the straps, the sound of creaking metal could be heard, followed by the snapping of worn-out nylon - the Seasons Champion flailing so violently against his harness that the hinges and straps were breaking at the seams. Falling forward, Salem's chest landed on the ring of flames, the man-creature oblivious as he instead scrambled a third of the way down the ramp on his fours in a frenzy. As he descended, the horned hellion found his feet, getting upright as he continued to snarl and snap his teeth looking crazed as he reached the apron only seconds after getting himself free.

But rather than climb into the ring, Salem stalked Draze from around the outside, his taped up hands scratching at the canvas as he stared with a bloodlust, like one of those infected from 28 Days Later. Circling the ring, foaming at the mouth, drool fell to the ground as he continued baring his sharpened fangs, clamping them periodically to make a sick, clicking sound while his eyes were transfixed on Draze, circling the perimeter of the squared circle. The fans, meanwhile, had broken out into a "HOLY s**t!" chant, taken aback by the disturbing and unorthodox approach Salem had taken to the ring.

From behind, the referee had approached, looking to get the Seasons Championship from around Salem's waist, but in a quick jerk of his body the champ turned around and hissed, thrusting his head out towards the official and snapping his jaws, stumbling in a desperate attempt to grab the man. Scared shitless, the ref recoiled just fast enough to avoid getting caught, deciding against taking the title away from Croft just this instant. Immediately as the referee withdrew, Salem turned back towards the ring, continuing to size up his next victim from outside the squared circle...

The crowd continued to chant, even after the music stopped in the frigid, open arena. The Devil of BBW appeared ready to enter the ring, unfastening his belt and letting it fall to the arena floor as he grabbed the middle rope, jerking himself up onto the apron. But rather than stand upon it, Croft dove head first through the middle cable, shoulders hitting the mat in a judo roll so that Salem was quickly right in front of Draze! The sudden maneuver let Salem both confuse the Dragon's Haze with his approach in addition to getting up to his feet with momentum following through the roll, allowing Salem to try and deliver some quick, disorienting punches aimed at Draze's face!