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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

"..making his way to the ring, from Saint Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 200 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 takes off the new shirt, tossing it into the crowd as he turns to wait for his teammates and opponents

well, life is never just simple for the Soaring Dragon. Drako is a lot of things, but he's not the biggest man in the fight tonight and now he's victim to a four on one assault. Though he tries to meet them on the way in, since there's not much of a way around it, he quickly finds himself backed against the ropes courtesey of the assault

[X]

I wanna feel it day and night
You are the power of my life
I wanna pump it better

I wanna feel it day and night
My workout, my delight
You are the power of my life
I wanna pump it better




Bison charged down the ramp like a raging bull, wasting no time as he slid into the ring and barreled into Cartwright strong style to break them off Drako

Bison fumed, letting out a furious roar. He bent down to grab the Butler, looking to throw him like a sack of flour out of the ring.

Drako can finally see the light again, at least for a moment before Bison's giant form comes clearly into view as he has thankfully gotten CSS off him. Drako straightens up against the ropes, watching as the big men are about to slug it out while he takes a moment to catch his breath

Drako is still a bit rocked from the earlier onslaught and spots another bigger man charging him. Mirage is barreling towards him, and Drako's reaction time isn't what he'd like. He's got one option, grabbing he top rope and dropping down at the last second, hoping Mirage's momentum would carry him over the top to the outside

Another member of CSS is sent to the outside.

Despite having only a few seconds to recover, Drako was responsive enough to acknowledge he wasn't safe and to drop the rope at just the right time to send Mirage to the outside.

Mirage would fall to the outside, catching the rope slightly on his way out to interrupt a lot of the momentum he had running at Drako, but the end result was the same as Mirage would drop on to the floor on the outside.