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Ain't About the Money begins to play as the lights dim down. As the beat kicks in, blue and white lights begin to flash while a thin layer of smoke comes across the stage and down the ramp. Flames spring up along the set, a new addition.

"Making his way to the ring, from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 200 pounds, he is the WWFG World Heavyweight champion, Drako!!!!"

An opening appears in the stage, and slowly the champion rises up on a platform, dressed in black with a hood covering his head. Black pants covered by a black hooded, sleeveless trenchcoat, and with matching gloves but shirtless underneath as always. The World championship belt is clutched in hand as looks down to the ring for a few moments before he finally begins to walk down the ramp, throwing the championship over his shoulder.

Drako stops at the end of the extremely long ramp and looks around the arena for a few more moments before he turns and walks up the stairs and into the ring, taking the championship back in hand as he does. He walks across the ring and steps onto the bottom rope, one foot on the second rope as he raises the title to the cheering fans. He steps down and walks to the opposite side to do the same.

Finally he steps down and hands the belt off as he removes the coat and waits for his opponent for the evening

It seems like most of the lumberjacks and special guests would make their way, but it wasn't over quite yet.

The lights would cut out for a moment, until a disturbing riff would begin to play over the PA system, where red would flash all over the stadium!

Unsainted by Slipknot would play as a large being in shackles and rags would come out. It was the Freak; Omen! Being accompanied by those who had the key to said restraints. He had returned recently but it seems like his loss that he took lost time gave him time to reflect. And somehow out of all of that time, he found his way assisting the likes of the boss!

The chorus would hit hard as he would continue to make his way down to the others along ringside. Being released from his captivity as he was ready to unleash everything that he has pent up. The lights would return to normal as the stage would continue to be set

"Hey Jackass, you want some of what he got, or you want to get off my apron and stop acting like you've ever been in a fight in your life?"

Drako isn't about to deal with staff member Russo's bullshit and he turns his attention back to his opponent for the evening.

"You should be used to being hit in the face, now get back in here so i can do it again."

The champion braces himself, watching those gathered around the Butler

Drako has decided to teach the Butler a lesson. Lock ups are great, if one has a modicum of respect for their opponent. The Soaring Dragon, however, doesn't have that for a guy literally named the Butler, and a direct servant of Cartwright. As such, he would quickly attempt to give him a hard kick to the gut instead

Drako thankfully can't hear the moron at the table, nor does he care to. Instead, he would look to raise the Butler's head slight, then hit him with a hard knife edged chop across the chest

Drako follows right behind the Butler, sizing him up again. He gestures to the crowd to be silent, before attempting to light the Butler's chest up a second time with an even stiffer knife edged chop