As the show returns from commercial, the camera comes into Drako's locker room, following Michael Cole looking for an interview.

"Sorry to bother you, Drako, but I was just wondering if you had a few moments to comment on recent events."

Drako is sitting on a bench lacing his boots and looks up to answer the question. "I can spare a few moments, Michael. What's the question?"

"Well, for the past several shows, you've had a bit of an issue with the owner of WWFG. It started with a war of words and then turned violent. But tonight, you've got a shot at being champion. Does that mean your issues with Cartwright have been worked out?" Michael extends the mic to Drako to answer.

Drako sighs. "No, that issue isn't ever truly done. But there was a point to be proven. Who was better? He jumped me using his little security guards and he still couldn't beat me down enough. He surrounded the ring with them to take cheap shots the moment the referee's back was turned. He still got beat. Let's face it, Carty, I'm better than you at every step. I've proven my point but he's been holding a grudge against my family for well over a decade now, since the start of his career. That's never going away."

Michael takes the mic back to ask his next question. "Tonight, you have a match for the world championship against one of the most decorated champions in history. How are you feeling going into that, especially as the champion seems to have changed in recent weeks?"

Drako takes a moment to think as Michael extends the mic again. "You know, I've been around a while. I've had matches with GBL before. There's a level of respect you have to have for a guy that's been here, in this federation almost exclusively, for so long. Almost since the beginning. I can respect everything he's done, and I can respect him for getting the better of Salem. But tell me, is there some thought in your head that because Salem finally managed to get a win over me in the tournament that I can't beat the reigning champion?"

Michael Cole shakes his head.

"Good, because there shouldn't be. We all have good days and bad days, and lets face it, I've been out of the ring for like two years before I came back and still gave Salem everything he could handle and then some. Now unfortunately, my buddy couldn't get the job done. s**t happens, but there's no more ring rust. See to make it this long in this business you have to be absolutely sure of yourself every time you step out into that arena. Last week, I beat Cartwright one, two, three. Any ring rust I had is gone. Tonight, I remember who I am. This Dragon has to Soar again, and not just to any old place. I'm soaring to the top of the mountain to take back what's mine. Tonight, the WWFG World Heavyweight championship is leaving with me because no amount of talk, no amount of mind games are going to throw me off. Tonight, I enter the battlefield with a legend, an icon, a true main eventer, and I'm going to set that battlefield ablaze before I take my place at the top of the mountain again. Good enough for ya, Michael?"

Michael takes the mic back. "Yes sir, thank you for your time."

Drako watches the interviewer leave and smirks before returning to lacing his boots.