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 Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2025 1:38 pm
9th June 2025 - 22nd June 2025
One Day Auto-Hit or Auto-Recover
The following is a King Of The Canvas Semi-Finals Match and it is scheduled for one fall!
There will be lumberjacks surrounding the ring for this match.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2025 4:48 am
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
"..from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 225 pounds, 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 removes the t-shirt, tossing it out to the crowd as he turns to await the arrival of his opponent
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2025 8:42 am
The titantron flickered with static and disconnected. The lights in the arena shut off one after another, even the sparkling lights of cellphones in the sea of bodies started to wink out until the entire arena was bathed in darkness. The darkness was oppressive, it felt as if it had its own weight. A silent hush fell over the audience, as a wave of sulphuric heat washed over the arena. A spotlight cut through the darkness illuminating the stage, which was now covered in a thick layer of smoke that rolled down the stage. A gregorian chant filled the arena. Belial, Behemoth, Beelzebub
Asmodeus, Satanas, LuciferThe gregorian chants seemed to summon the demon himself, The Number Three stepped into the shaft of light, fog swirling around his legs. Belial, Behemoth, Beelzebub
Asmodeus, Satanas, LuciferAn organ backed guitar riff accompanied the continued chants, and another The Number Three stepped out of the darkness to stand next to the first. Since dawn of time the fate of man is that of lice
Equal as parasites and moving without eyes
A day of reckoning when penance is to burn
Count down together now and say the words that you will learnThe Threes looked at each other beaming with pride at the glorious visage of his demonic form. They nodded in unison and started matching down the ramp towards the ring. Hell Satan, Archangelo
Hell Satan, Welcome year zeroThe audience started chanting along to the song, and as the spotlight moved to follow Three down the ramp another The Number Three joined them. There were now three demons. Hell Satan, Archangelo
Hell Satan, Welcome year zeroTheir numbers grew as two more demons appeared from the darkness, rising up from the blanket of fog as the group moved. Belial, Behemoth, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, Satanas, LuciferFive demons approached the ring, all of them glaring up at Drako with yellow eyes. They grinned their serrated smiles, and another five demons joined them, emerging from the darkness as if they were created by it. Crestfallen kings and queens comforting in their faith
Unbeknownst to them is the presence of the wraith
Since fate of man is equal to the fate of lice
As new dawn rises you shalt recognize now behold the Lord Of FliesThe demons all turned to face one another, then they started slapping fists into their palms. Rock, Paper, Scissors, they threw their gestures out as a group, each threw rock. The ritual continued slowly eliminating Threes from the throng. Those who lost early took up positions around the outside of the ring. After a half a dozen games it came down to just one. The Number Three turned his attention from his doppelgangers towards Drako. Hell Satan, Archangelo
Hell Satan, Welcome year zero
Hell SatanThe Number Three took the steel stairs and climbed up to the apron. He climbed the turnbuckle from outside the ropes and threw up his fist, index and pinky fingers extended in his demon horns salute. He will tremble the nations
Kingdoms to fall one by one
Victim to fall for temptations
A daughter to fall for a son
The ancient serpent deceiver
To masses standing in awe
He will ascend to the heavens
Above the stars of godThe demon of the ring hopped down into the ring, taking a moment to adjust his knee pads before he stood up to face Drako. Hell Satan, Archangelo
Hell Satan, Welcome year zero
Hell Satan, Archangelo
Hell Satan, Welcome year zeroThe lights returned as the music faded, their gleam seeming to dispel the miasma that surrounded the ring. Three stood ready, a dozen doppelgangers were spreading out to surround the ring, all of whome were giving Drako the same delightedly evil grin.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2025 6:03 pm
Drako watches the menagerie now surrounding the ring and brushes his hair back from his face. He's in for a long night if he wants to advance in the tournament. And to make matters worse, he's against yet another old foe of his older brother. Once the bell rings, it's time to get this started and figure out how to survive
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2025 6:45 am
Three started slowly pacing around the ring as if to circle Drako. He locked his gaze on Drakos and grinned. Their careers had sailed past each other one upon a time, but they never got to clash. Three was delighted to be making a return at this moment. He was buzzing with energy.
"Care to dance, or should we get right into beating each other?"
Three offered his hands out for a classic lockup. It was a ploy however, at the moment Drako reached for his hands, Three would try to grab one of Drako's wrists to whip him towards the ropes.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2025 12:52 pm
The Soaring Dragon was wary. He hadn't seen Three in years, and the last time he did, well, he was brawling it out with Drako's 6'10" 328 pound elder brother. Who knows how things had changed but that didn't bode well for him at his size. A classic lock up start is more up his alley, so Drako unfortunately falls for the bait.
Whipped towards the ropes, Drako rebounds and decides that it's better to try to catch the larger man off guard. So as he bounces back, he attempts to duck and twist behind Three, aiming to pull him down into a quick victory roll pinning situation right from the start
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2025 2:11 pm
Three had been planning on trying to catch Drako on the rebound with a clothesline to take Drako to the mat right away, but Drako was battle hardened, and masterfully ducked the clothesline. Before he could alter his momentum, Drako had grabbed him and yanked him backwards into a roll up. Before he realized it he had slapped the mat onto his shoulders, and heard the...
1!!!
Slap of the official. He threw his arm up and twisted to break the pin and kicked out to try and free himself from Drako's grasp.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2025 3:32 pm
when in doubt, go with what you know. Drako's advantage here would be speed and technical wrestling. He's not surprised by the kickout, but since he's normally the smaller man, he knows better than to slow down when he's surrounded by.....weirdness
Popping back up, Drako looks to keep on his opponent as he aims to catch his arm in a quick snap arm drag.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2025 3:47 pm
Three's upward momentum was captured by the skillful Drako who managed to snag his arm and throw him forward with a snap arm drag. Three was flung forward slapping the mat with his back. Three was a big demon, but he had come from a circus, tumbling came as naturally to him as breathing. Three rolled through the impact and back to his feet, hiding the pain from landing on his lower back with an exaggerated stretch.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2025 4:08 pm
time to press things forward, and hopefully keep them in the ring. As Three also gets up almost as quickly as Drako himself, the Soaring Dragon attempts to catch his arm and irish whip him to the ropes
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2025 5:12 pm
Drako wanted to keep the match inside the ring, but then he whipped Three at the ropes. He likely expected Three to rebound, and had a counter in mind to keep the momentum of the match in his favor. Instead, Three hit the ropes high, and topped over the top rope. He tumbled and fell down into a mass of identical lumberjacks. They all hit the floor, and immediately started to struggle. The throng of Three's didn't seem to know who was who as they were clubbing each other indiscriminately, eventually the mass surged at the ring and Three was shoved back onto the apron. He grabbed the ropes and started pulling himself up. Grinning at Drako with a smug knowing grin.
"It's a real party out here Drako! Why don't you come join us?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2025 11:53 am
"After you."
Drako would quickly surge forward, attempting to spear Three through the ropes and send them both to the floor outside
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2025 1:11 pm
Three was enjoying gloating about the advantage of stacking the ring with copies of himself. Drako had a response on mind and that involved spearing Three before the demon could step through the ropes. Wumph!!
Drako hit Three hard and the pair flew off the apron. The throng of lumberjack Three's hadn't milled back into place from their recent shuffle, so rather than Drako's spear sending them into a pile of bodies; Three was flung across the floor, slamming into the railing with Drako's weight following him.
The audience exploded!
Holy s**t!
Holy s**t!!
Three's lumberjacks hadn't been prepared to catch him, but they all heard the impact that drove him into the steel rails. The ground thundered as a dozen Threes started charging for the pair ready to aim kicks and clubbing blows at the men until they were driven back into the ring.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2025 5:24 pm
Drako took a risk with that move, especially this early in the match. It was necessary. It was also painful because there was no softening that landing on the floor. Drako himself didn't hit the railing, but that was the difference in a few inches of height and perhaps a bit of luck. He did hit that floor with a loud thud and this time he couldn't just pop back up
To make things worse, the lumberjacks are in fact, assholes. Because no sooner have they hit the ground before the blows start coming. Drako is making his way up as they start, though not fast enough to avoid the first few shots. it wasn't completely unexpected, though the Soaring Dragon starts swinging on his own, more than willing to fight his way out of the crowd
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2025 6:28 pm
The mass of bodies started pressing in, stamping wildly without any group cohesion, giving Drako the opportunity to build himself an opening. Swinging back at the group put an end to their constant assault. But the group was quick to press in on Drako in an attempt to force him back towards the ring. Once pinned against the ring they would try to shove him back in under the ropes, returning him to the match.
In the chaos of the mob, one body slipped away and The Number Three climbed back into the ring to stand, waiting for Drako.
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