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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

This is the first match since his return where Drako is at a substantial size disadvantage. He watches the challenger enter the arena intently, and he certainly hears the very vocal message Bison sends to him. Still, Drako is as determined as ever. Prior to this run, he was normally the David igoing against Goliath in his matches, and now it's time to get back to it. Careful not to remain in the corner, he waits for the bell to ring to get this started

Drako sighs. Surely Bison realizes that while he may be the smaller man, he's by far the most experienced here. But he'll humor him, in his own way. advancing to meet the big man without fear, he looks up at him, a familiar feeling. Instead of going for the most obvious attempt at punching him right in his smug face, Drako would instead attempt a hard stomp to his left foot, which he'd follow with aiming a straight kick to the same knee

Drako got the early reaction he wanted. His advantage is speed and experience here, and he's got to put it to work. He ducks the right, attempting to get behind the Alpha Male and aim a couple more stiff kicks to that same left leg.

Drako kept his shots short for a reason, and that massive fist coming at his face is the reason why. The Soaring Dragon very narrowly ducks the shot and runs to the ropes, rebounding back and leaping up to attempt a clothesline

a mistake indeed but a guy's gotta take a few chances here and there. Drako had lost this gamble, with a quick powerslam taking him to the mat. The wind is knocked from his lungs, leaving him stunned on the mat for the moment

Drako hasn't had enough time to recover before the massive elbow of Bison collides with his sternum, making it that much harder to catch his breath on the mat