Drako is shown entering the arena in his street clothes earlier in the day, his eyes covered by sunglasses and a ball cap turned to the back, a bag with his gear in hand. Walking through the back, he's stopped by Michael Cole with a mic in hand.

Cole: Just a moment of your time Drako. I know you just arrived but a challenge has been laid down by your opponent here tonight. Nuke Fusion spoke about your match at the Rumble and has decided that tonight, for your second match, he wants a falls count anywhere match.

Drako slowly reaches up to take his sunglasses off and place them on top of his cap. "Falls count anywhere for match two? On a show that is headlined by the elimination chamber? Interesting choice."

Cole: I take it that you don't object to the change in match type?

Drako smirks. "Michael Cole, what's my last name?"

Cole: Damone?

Drako nods. "Exactly, and where does my family hail from?"

Cole: St. Louis, Missouri.

Drako pats him on the shoulder in an honestly condescending manner. "Very good. Now what part of that indicates to you that I would be uncomfortable in any variation of a street fight? Do you not know the history? One of my brothers, both of whom trained me and got me to this point, is the Godfather of Hardcore. Do you think he didn't make sure that I was comfortable in any form of fight? I'm the guy that took a sledgehammer to the boss's office because he was being a whiny little b***h and then went out and kicked his a** all over the ring he owns. I didn't get here by being afraid of a change in match type."

Cole: My apologies, but it is a bit short notice.

Drako pinches the bridge of his nose, fighting off a headache. "Michael Cole, I had roughly half an hour's notice at the Royal Rumble that I would even be engaging in this series. Nuke came back and put out an offer I couldn't exactly turn down. I had 30 seconds to agree, half an hour to get out there and wrestle for like 30 or 40 minutes in a match that tore the house down, and I still won. See, this is the type of thing I live for. Big Nights, big fights. And right now, I'm engaged in the biggest fight of my career. Fighting for my career. Because the series can end right here tonight. If I put Nuke down one last time, it's done, and I can go on to Wrestlemania and see what I can do to top myself. Tonight is make or break. It's all the line. Either Nuke's career ends here, or we go on to Wrestlemania to be the real main event. Because no offense, nothing else that could possibly happen tonight or at Wrestlemania is going to top what Nuke and I are about to do to each other in that ring."

Cole: Well it is very much make or break for Nuke Fusion here tonight. But it sounds like you feel that this is bigger than the Elimination Chamber match.

Drako pats his head, again, condescendingly. "You're not as dumb as they say. Look, Chamber matches are huge, 6 guys are gonna go out there and hurt themselves for whatever reason Cartwright throws at them, probably just for his shits and giggles but there's a prize somewhere I'm sure. But this match with Nuke and I, has two lengthy, some might say legendary careers on the line. And I'm not going into this lacking confidence. I'm planning on putting Nuke down here tonight. So you tell me, how big do you think the final send off of a legend could be?"

Cole doesn't quite answer.

Drako smirks. "Big nights, big fights. I'm ready."

The Soaring Dragon walks off