Drako Damone (C) vs Salem Croft [KOTC PPV]

[Salem Croft]

Salem stepped closer and scowled at Drako, swiftly pushing his hands out to give the champ a strong shove, the audience eating the exchange up as Croft sized the lad up.

"You're a bottom tonight, b***h." he retorted, blowing the champ a kiss.  

[Drako Damone]

Drako is pushed back a step. He got something he wanted out of the exchange though and that's Salem in striking range. He turns back and looks to punch the challenger in the jaw in retaliation  

[Salem Croft]

Salem would swiftly catch Drako's fist by the wrist, twisting and pivoting to pull the champion and sling him towards the corner Salem had just come from, the crowd jeering loudly in response!  

[Drako Damone]

Drako finds himself flung towards the corner, turning to hit the turnbuckle back first so that he's facing the challenger, common instinct for a wrestler anyway  

[Salem Croft]

Salem was in hot pursuit after Drako, chasing the champ towards the corner to ring his bell with a rough forearm across the chin once his back hit the buckles, looking to stun him with a stiff shot!  

[Drako Damone]

leaning against the buckle, Drako is caught with a forearm to the jaw, knocking his head to the side. He's still standing but that shot might have dazed him a bit  

[Salem Croft]

The fans boo as Salem grabs Drako's face with one hand, pushing his cheeks towards each other as he got nose to nose with the champ. "I'm taking it ALL, Drako! EVERYTHING!" he shouted, rearing back to deliver a series of hard, knife-edge chops with his right forearm!  

[Drako Damone]

That first chop really stings and the customary "Wooo!" Follows each one. By the third chop, the champ is less concerned with the sting and more pissed off. Eventually he reaches up to catch Salem by the head with his good arm, the right one, and attempts to switch their places to return the favor of lighting into Salem with some knife edged chops of this own  

[Drako Damone]

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The roles are reversed and finally the champion gets some payback with chops of his own. After the last chop he lets Salem out of the corner in order to attempt to whip him to the ropes, a back body drop the intent for the rebound  

[Salem Croft]

Salem felt the sting of Drako's chops light his nerves on fire, anger and passion flaring like coronas in Croft's eyes as he was pulled from the corner and thrown into the ropes! But Salem wasn't senseless yet as he was lifted up and tossed over Drako's shoulders - landing like a cat on his feet while arching back to hook the champ's head for a neckbreaker reversal!  

[Drako Damone]

Despite Drako shifting the momentum in his favor mere moments ago, Salem has shifted it back, as he drops the Soaring Dragon backwards with a neckbreaker, leaving him on his back on the mat  

[Salem Croft]

Salem huffed, a little rattled as he got back to his feet, moving towards the downed champion to stomp on his injured left arm once again, visibly red in the face as Croft crouched over the man's head.

"You think they ever loved you?! You think they care what you do?! You'll NEVER be what they want!" he shouted, proceeding to take turns trying to stomp at Drako's extended limbs.

JR: "This is just sick! Salem's spending more time insulting an injured champion than trying to win the match! Was Drako even cleared for this?!"

King: "Drako knew what he was getting into, JR! I may not like it either but maybe this was Salem's plan all along!"  

[Drako Damone]

The stomp to the arm causes the champ to wince in pain and reach for the arm, right as he rolls away to avoid further punishment, getting tonhis feet against the ropes  

[Salem Croft]

Drako sought to escape the stomps, rolling to the ropes while Croft pursued, stopped only by the intervening official. Scowling, Salem let the ref push him away only long enough for Drako to start standing, upon which Salem would shove the official aside, looking to strike with a savage forearm across Drako's head as he recovered!  

[Drako Damone]

Drako is clocked with the forearm and knocked back against the ropes. He uses this to his advantage as he bounces back and looks to clock Salem with a stiff right to the side of the head