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 Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2025 12:35 pm
7th April 2025 - 27th April 2025
One Day Auto-Hit or Auto-Recover
The following match is scheduled for one fall and the winners career will continue!
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2025 12:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2025 1:23 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
"..from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 225 pounds, Drako Damone!!"
Drako stops at the end of the ramp in front of the cell, looking up at the structure that he was about to step inside. As he looked it over, it became that much clearer to the fans in attendance that tonight was definitely the end of one of these men's career.
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 steps forward into the cell door, then reaches back and grabs the door, slamming it shut behind him so that officials could lock it. Drako is far less jovial this evening, his gaze locked on Nuke waiting for him in the ring
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, the Harbinger steps into the ring and rises up. He doesn't bother removing the tshirt this time. His hands are taped instead of wearing gloves. Drako means business as the music dies out and the bell rings
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2025 4:12 am
As Drako's entrance music slowly died down, the crowd almost erupted into cheers and whistles. This was it, this was the moment, this was a point in time that couldn't be retraced again.
Two legends, icons, of this business meet in Hell in a Cell.
One walks out with their career, the other hangs up their boots forever.
Nuke found himself leaning against one of the turnbuckles as Drako slammed the cell door shut, their eyes locking from across the ring.
The ref stepped back, allowing both men room to step forward if they so wished. In this match, his only real job was to count a pinfall, submission, or otherwise the end of the match.
Nuke kept his eyes locked on his opponent and gripped his left wrist with his right hand, squeezing and rotating. He then switched hands, still locking eyes.
Slowly he stepped forward, ready to initiate the beginning of this final match between the two men.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2025 4:20 am
the excitement of the crowd hasn't died down. They're eagerly awaiting the showdown. How will this one start?
Drako quickly ties his hair back this time. No need to let it get in the way. Not in this environment. Tonight isn't about respect for a fellow legend. No, they're back to where they started. Tonight is a fight to end it all. At least among this generation of Damone vs Fusion.
Drako steps forward at last, but it's not to shake Nuke's hand or to chain wrestle. He moves forward and aims a boot right for Nuke's gut, one he'd follow up with a straight right to the head
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2025 4:27 am
Nuke thought he was prepared, but perhaps not for an initial onslaught from Drako. Usually he would be more methodical than this, it was more.. primal.
The boot to the gut had Fusion almost doubled over, but that was followed up with a hard strike to the head, which sent him back.
Gripping the point of contact, Nuke backed into the ropes, before coming forward again with a retaliatory strike attempt of his own to Drako's forehead!
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2025 4:33 am
Drako hadn't taped his fists for show. His talk with the family earlier had been a reminder of exactly what he'd asked for. After all, he'd chosen his older brother's specialty tonight. Nuke clocks him with a retaliatory shot to the head and Drako steps back a couple of steps from it. He was more than ready to trade blows as he comes right back throwing another right of his own
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2025 1:55 am
This was almost uncharted territory for Nuke, stepping deep into the lion's den just for a chance for glory. To retire one of the Damones as their own game.
The return strike clocked Fusion on the forehead and he almost stumbled back, before returning with another of his own back to Drako.
Hell.. this is exactly what these two men were going to make it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2025 4:39 am
this time, Drako reaches up to block the return strike. aiming to get this to the outside, the Soaring Dragon attempts a quick knee lift to the gut, wanting to double Nuke over to toss him out through the ropes
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2025 7:49 am
Drako showed his own experience with a block, followed by a staggering knee lift.
Nuke did, indeed, double over - right before he was thrown between the second and top rope, rolling and landing hard on the outside.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2025 7:58 am
The fans know the real fun in the cell begins on the outside....well for them. For the two men involved, it might be less so. Drako steps out of the ring as well, reaching down to pull Nuke up and aiming to slam his face against the cell wall
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2025 1:31 am
Steel against flesh isn't fun. In fact, it feels awful.
Drako slammed Nuke's face against that cold steel and he pulled back, gripping his face immediately in pain.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2025 8:28 am
The Soaring Dragon is anticipating a long, pain filled night. He knew what he signed up for when he made the stipulation. If he wants to survive tonight, he's gotta keep the fight going. Attempting to grab Nuke again, he attempts to irish whip him into the steel stairs
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2025 8:38 am
Still early in the match, and both men had their wits about them.
This time, as Drako went for the Irish Whip, Nuke planted his boots into the ground.
With a sly smirk on his face, he looked to pull Drako into a bear hug .. which he would then look for an overhead belly-to-belly suplex!
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2025 8:48 am
Drako had taken a risk there, and this time it didn't pay off. pulled back in, he's launched overhead with a belly to belly, hitting the floor hard. Wouldn't be hell in a cell without crashing to the floor would it
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