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Aviator by Audio Push ft Brandy begins to play as the lights in the arena dim down. On the titantron, a video begins to play, starting with a highlight of Drako performing a moonsault.



Finally, a single spotlight reveals the Soaring Dragon on the stage. His attire has changed again, this time to black tights with a red Dragon designs on both legs, and a tshirt with a slightly different red dragon design. Added on are black boots with similar dark red kickpads and the MMA style gloves with red lining. Most dramatically is the red and black face paint. And of course he still has his bat in hand



On the titantron, more of Drako's highlights appear, including a personal highlight of winning the Deific championship, mixed in with strange images of mountains, trees, and a strange old wooden cabin with a single light in it, and an animation of a dragon flying through the air

"Making his way to the ring, from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 200 pounds, Drako!"



On the titantron, the screen goes a crimson red as Drako begins to make his way down the ramp, a little quicker than in previous weeks and with a familiar smile on his face, noticeable even through the paint. The spotlight follows him and the titantron changes again, resorting back to some of his other championship highlights, but still flickering back to the mountains, the trees, the dragon, and the cabin, as well as shadowed shots of his face. as he approaches the ring, the music moves on into the next verse



The titantron images have changed again, as Drako walks up the steps and goes through the ropes to enter the ring

I'm flya then a motha sucka
Like an Aviator
I'm flya then a motha sucka
Like an Aviator
You know you can't touch me
'Cause I'm somehwere in the clouds
I'll be lookin' up or
I'll be lookin down
Flya then a motha sucka
Like an Aviator
Flya then a motha sucka
Like an Aviator

Drako steps into the ring and sits the bat in the corner before stepping to the center. He grins, hitting a quick crotch chop to the delight of the fans before striking his old pose. Blue pyro shoots off behind him, a clear blending of his older lighter side as well as his darker one has taken place.



Drako straightens up and hops up onto the turnbuckle, cupping his hands over his mouth and letting out a "WOOO!" that the fans quickly return



He steps down and looks across the ring at his opponent for the evening while the music dies out

Drako is pretty much equally unimpressed with his opponent, not that he'd expected to be. But a match is a match and best to get it over with. So he stands in the center of the ring and waits

((auto hit))

POW! Caliber's open hand slap connected with enough force to knock Drako flat on his a**! With that, the bell rang and the Strong Style Cowboy took a quick step back before attempting to blast his opponent square in the face with the .44 Caliber!

((PROFILE & .44 Caliber))

Having hit nothing but air, Caliber's momentum left him off balance as he followed through. It took a couple of lurching steps to catch himself and come to a halt...just in time to get taken down by a clothesline.

Caliber might have been off his feet, but he was far from out of it. He quickly rolled out of the way to avoid the stomp before kipping up and attempting to sweep Drako's feet out from underneath him.

After putting his opponent on the mat, the Dirty South Outlaw would attempt to land a quick elbow drop to the sternum.