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 Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2025 6:32 pm
The lights in the arena dim down as Ain't About the Money hits the PA.
Ahhhh, ahhhh
Ahhhh, ahhhh
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 and the crowd begins to cheer
If you know like I know say
Ain't about the money, it's about the power (say)
Ain't about the money, it's about the power (you know like I know say)
Ain't about the money, it's about the power (say)
Ain't about the money, it's about the power
Finally the former World champion steps out into view and the cheers grow louder. There's a slight change in his attire. Instead of his usual vest, he's wearing a t-shirt with a dragon across it and the words Drakonian Empire across the top of it. Drako Damone looks out over the arena for several moments before starting to make his way down the ramp
Think about it, think about it
Ain't no need to think about it
Get that Money, keep that power
No they not the same thing
Money can be anybody
This somebody, that nobody
When it comes to power
Circle, super small and maintain
Money make em' do it cause of what you give to em'
Power make em' do it cause you told them to do it
Money make you fly, power never die, don't know why
Money can be lost, power never need an alibi
Blood thicker than the champagne
Power in my pride, power in my last name
"..ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Drako Damone!!"
Drako stops at the end of the ramp and look around the arena for a few more moments before he turns and walks up the stairs and into the ring, moving to the center to stretch out right into his old pose. Pyro shoots off behind him, a nice flash to the past for him and he straightens up again
When I'm in your presence you can feel the power
Even if this company was built from powder
Girls, kissin, on the couch, women, in the, shower
Surround, myself with kings, you can keep the cowards
Everytime I reminisce, I'm reppin' different bitches
Blood is thicker than water but BS is the thickest
Let the chain round my neck tell my life story
Born into the money but would die for glory
Get ready for the takeover, that face, lip and makeover
That case, that I break open, that great fifth like Beethoven
If you, wanna get it poppin', I can be in the team
Thirty-four, in a, rocket cause Hakeem's the dream
(Get it? They don't get it)
The Soaring Dragon walks to the corner and steps up onto the second turnbuckle, covering his eyes to look out into the crowd of cheering fans.
Oooh, we're makin' moves
You're only doing what my power let you do
You see that money isn't everybody's thing
When it comes to power, can only be one king
Finally, Drako steps down and takes up a mic as the music dies out.
"Well, well, here we are at the Royal Rumble, the first stop on the Road to Wrestlemania. It's the time when all the fans are buzzing, wondering what the biggest show of the year is goig to look like. What will their favorite wrestlers be doing? Will they be wrestling or just in the back watching the others? Who's going to main event and challenge for the World Heavyweight title? Who's going for the Intercontinental title? Hell, will we see a new title debut?"
Some cheers break out for that idea.
"Now, I'm not the guy running things, though I am the guy who took beating up the boss to the heights of challenging for and winning the world title, then holding onto it for over a year. The point being, I can't answer those questions off hand. At Survivor Series, I faced Omen one on one for the title, and not to brag but I daresay I gave him the best challenge he's had here in a while. I did what I said I was going to do, except for winning the belt but you win some, you lose some. Now, he may think we're done, but as long as I'm still an active wrestler, I'm never done with whoever the World champion is. Now, I can't guarantee anything like main eventing Wrestlemania this year. But one thing I can guarantee, I will be at Wrestlemania and unlike last year, I'm going to be wrestling. But speaking of wrestling, tonight my dance card is empty and I think ..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2025 1:19 am
[Shadow Moses - Bring Me The Horizon]
Can you tell by the look in her eyes?
(We're going nowhere)
We live our lives like we're ready to die!
(We're going nowhere)
Can you tell by the look in her eyes?
(We're going nowhere)
We live our lives like we're ready to die!
(We're going nowhere)
Rising up from under the stage stood the returning Nuke Fusion, dressed in his stunning red/burgundy mixed attire. An almighty roar came from the crowd as the entrance music really kicked in, strobe lighting kicking in at the same time, an ode to a past time when Nuke used that effect.
The strobing slowly came away as Fusion stepped forward towards the ramp, raising a hand up to his eyebrows and making a sweeping searching gesture out at the crowd. He beat his chest several times with his fist as they roared back, with Nuke now making his way down the ramp.
"Making his way to the ring.. weighing in at two-hundred and fifty pounds.. Nuke! Fusion!"
I thought I'd buried you,
And covered the tracks,
You'll have to take this with your cold dead hands,
I thought I'd buried you!
(What's dead can never die!)
Severed the feeling,
I slipped through the cracks and you caved in my ceiling,
I thought I'd buried you!
(What's dead can never die!)
...
F***!
The spotlights followed Nuke down the ramp as he picked up in to a jog, sliding in to the bottom rope and running to a turnbuckle. He jumped up in one leap and raised a fist in to the air, to another pop from the crowd.
Nuke continues to do this at each corner, before jumping down and reaching over the top rope; a stage hand passed him a microphone, as the music slowly simmered down.
Fusion looked over at Drako, as the crowd began to cheer wildly. It had been a second since these two men stood together in the ring, and the electricity in the air was palpable.
"Drako.. I do apologise for interrupting your time on the microphone here, I sincerely mean that.
I mean, I hadn't even thought about coming out at all, but some of the things you said just .. resonated with me.
Times are changing, and that includes you and I. We have a long and storied history together, one that will go down in the history books, and I can genuinely call you the greatest adversary I have ever had."
The crowd gave an appreciative cheer and Nuke held out his microphone to him, nodding his head in agreement.
"These fans deserve to see the best of us, even in this stage of our respective careers, they deserve a spectacle.
So.. I have a proposition for you, my old friend and foe.
Drako Damone..
Nuke Fusion..
Best of three, beginning at the Royal Rumble.."
Fusion let that ring out across the arena before ending his sentence.
"The loser retires."
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2025 10:31 am
Drako wasn't expecting any interruption, let alone possibly his longest running rival. He watches as Nuke Fusion enters the arena and eventually the ring, then listens as he speaks. As the proposition is laid bare, the Soaring Dragon reaches up to brush his hair back from his face as he thinks it over. Finally, he raises the mic to speak.
"There's an old saying, the more things change, the more they stay the same. And one thing has been consistent the larger part of my career. Damones taking on Fusions. Though I guess what you're proposing is that this will one way or another be the last series of encounters between the first generation of Fusion and the second of the Damones. One last series of going out and showing the rest of the roster how it's done. Show em what it means to have the lights on bright and all eyes on you."
The Soaring Dragon pauses.
"So, a best of three, starting right here at the Royal Rumble. If we make it to the third match at Wrestlemania, the loser is done. Before I answer that, have you thought about this enough? You're risking it all with this one. Are you sure you're ready for the possiblity of hanging your boots up for the final time? Are you ready for the possibility of riding off into the sunset and leaving the family legacy in the hands of your son? If we get to Wrestlemania, and that three count counts your shoulders to the mat, are you sure you'll be able to leave it all behind?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2025 7:01 am
Nuke pondered on Drako's words for a few moments, and for the crowd this was an interesting promo between the two. Usually there would be a war of words but now.. these two were actually being somewhat friendly with each other.
After deliberating, Fusion looked up from the canvas, to the man in front of him again.
"I took a leave of absence for a good few years, and in that time I realised two things.
The first, is that my legacy here is cemented.
Superstars have come out of the woodwork, looking for an opportunity to face me in this squared circle, speaking of how much of an honour it would be.
The second, and more important, is that the legacy I have created for my family will continue through my own blood.
Avari not only debuted for this amazing company within the last year, he made progress that I could only ever have dreamed of. From becoming runner-up in the King of the Canvas to winning the World Heavyweight Champion, he is the future of the Fusion legacy, and .. well, he could even become something bigger than I ever was."
The crowd gave off a loud pop for Avari's mention, before Nuke continued.
"I think I'm ready to risk it all, to put everything behind me, to sit on the sidelines and be something of a coach to my future generations coming through the ranks.
But, Drako, the same would go for you. Are you willing to put your legacy on the line, everything you've ever known, for that opportunity to say that you retired one of the all-time greats?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2025 11:44 am
Drako had his own thoughts on the end.
"If I'm being realistic, we have that in common. I could walk away now and my legacy is secure. I've done pretty much everything I set out to do. I've been world champion here longer than pretty much everyone else, including my older brother. Main evented Wrestlemania, Summerslam, Survivor Series. Won Money in the Bank. Brought in my son and nephew who managed to win one of the few titles I never even challenged for, the Tag team titles. Might have orchestrated the retirement of both of my brothers because they sure as hell weren't going out on their own. I've done it all. Except..."
Drako twirls the mic as he prepares his next statement.
"I have never put my career on the line. Yeah, I've been in some dangerous matches. Cage matches, hell in a cell matches, a Pit of Hell match. The list goes on and on, but never in writing, never with my own words, have I risked my own career. And with my brothers, I manipulated their retirement against their sons. Didn't do it directly. So, would I risk it all for the opportunity to say I retired one of the all time greats? You're goddamn right I would!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2025 6:15 am
To say that the crowd went wild is an understatement - this could be a main event match, even for a WrestleMania!
Nuke looked to his left at the crowd, then to the right, and kept his microphone down. He took slow, measured, steps towards Drako.
And.. Fusion extended his right hand, keeping his left on the microphone. Before Damone could get a chance to accept, he brought the mic up.
"A pleasure, an honour, a privilege for either one of us to end our careers here. These matches, I have no doubt, will go down in history as one of the greatest.
So here, at the Royal Rumble, we will go one-on-one in the first of a best of three series.
No contract needed, this is a bound verbal agreement, a gentleman's promise from one to the other."
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2025 4:53 pm
Drako looks at the extended hand. There's always a bit of reason to hesitate. After all, there's a long history between the Damones and Fusions. Still Drako raises the mic in his left hand to speak.
"May the best man win."
Drako accepts the handshake, never letting his eyes leave his now agreed upon opponent for later that night
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