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 Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2022 2:18 pm
Salem sighed deeply as he sat down on the same wooden bench he'd cut his arrival promo from, the same bench he'd sat on for years before this moment. But this was only the second time he sat upon the pines in this position, musing to himself in his street clothes as he leaned back, steam clinging to his freshly showered skin.
"WWFG World Champion..." he said to himself, alone in the locker room with only his thoughts, bouncing like a rubber ball between the past and future.
He thought this kind of opportunity was gone, the chance had passed him by. The chance to now be just one match away from wearing that title was exhilarating. The "Most Wanted Man in Wrestling" felt ten years younger, rejuvenated in spirit even as his body was recovering from his bout with Drako, leaning back against the wall and smiling to himself.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2022 2:48 pm
Drako had gone through his usual after match routine. Tonight had been his first match since he'd defended and then lost the World title at the Last Wrestlemania. After he'd showered and dressed in his street clothes again, he'd stepped out to grab a bottle of water.
As he enters said locker room, he spots his opponent from the evening leaning against the wall. As such, he approaches the man, not in any type of anger or resentment.
"So, when it comes down to it, you can wrestle a fair match with no mind games, and no slamming arms into car doors before hand. Color me impressed."
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2022 3:00 pm
Salem barely registered Drako entering the locker room with his subconscious mind, snapped out of his daydreaming to hear the snidely playful remark lobbed at him. Chuckling, Salem sat up and stood, shrugging his shoulders with a boyish smirk.
"Heh. What can I say, even this snake has his day once in a while. Was a time we used to be friends, though, y'know. That was a helluva match, man. Proud to have it with you."
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2022 3:18 pm
Drako raises an eyebrow, somewhat surprised at the sentiment expressed.
"Same, honestly. Though you realize this puts us at one win each. One day, we'll have to have a rubber match. Til then, time to look forward to the finals with you and..."
The Soaring Dragon stops to check his phone.
"...GBL. Well that'll be an interesting one. You against the guy who's done pretty much everything there is to do here. Will you get your first WWFG world championship, or will he get his 387th?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2022 3:32 pm
Salem blinked a little and grinned as Drako revealed his opponent in the finals, the Soaring Dragon apparently talking to a little birdie to get the answer. GBL? It was a name Salem had heard for years, but a person he'd only seen once or twice in his entire career.
GBL had been around long enough to see it all and do it all, a true living legend of the industry. The idea of locking horns with this titan of the business made a tingle of glee buzz through Salem's body, already eager to test itself again.
"Heheh...GBL? Who better?" Salem asked rhetorically, cracking his untaped knuckles in anxious excitement. "Go big or go home, right?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2022 3:58 pm
Drako takes a swig out of his water bottle as he watches Salem's reaction.
"You are oddly motivated. It's almost refreshing. That being said, you fought this hard. So a bit of advice. I've had a few matches with GBL. Sure, I won those but it's worth noting. He hasn't lasted over a decade and a half here for no reason. A motivated Lotus is something to be cautious of."
Drako turns to walk away but stops and looks back.
"That being said, I'll be pissed if you lose. If I had to lose here tonight, then the guy that beat me better win the whole thing."
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