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The crowd was booing loudly at these dastardly tactics, but Salem paid it no mind - rather, as he spun around after landing nimbly on the arena floor, "The Copperhead" took notice of some security guards approaching, as though trying to corral him to the ring and not let the match spill out and possibly threaten the audience.

Raising his hands in mock surrender, Croft chuckled and smirked, blowing one of the big men a kiss before rolling back into the ring, crouching as he looked on at his handiwork.

King: "Good thing those guards are there, I was worried Salem might start coming over here!"

JR: "That may be good for us over here, King, but what about in there?! Drako's trapped in the ring with a madman, and he's only got one arm!"

King: "I don't like to watch it, JR, but better him than me!"

Salem smirked as Drako struggled back up, backing away into a corner to recouperate as Croft stood on the center of the mat. Spreading his arms out wide, Salem adopted a broad, Cheshire grin, a mocking laugh leaving his chest.

"Where are you going?! Why run?!" he spat, literally, blood hitting the canvas from Salem's mouth to a foot or so from where Drako was propped up. "This is WHAT YOU WANTED! I'm RIGHT HERE! But you're backed in the corner like a b***h! You're a DISGRACE to your family name!"

Salem chuckled, tilting his head and lowering his hands, but reaching forward to jut an accusatory finger at Drako, the crowd popping for the champ's nonverbal response.

"See, Drako - maybe you wouldn't be the third best in your family if you'd been the one kid your mom swallowed."

The crowd booed loudly at this, Salem sporting a s**t-eating grin as he watched Drako's reaction, curling his pointed finger to beckon the champ closer.

"I know Jarel wouldn't just cower in the corner hearing s**t like that...then again, he's used to you disappointing him." he said, openly provoking the champ.

At last, Salem got what he'd wanted as Drako rushed from the corner and dove at him legs-first, kicking him in the face and sending "The Most Wanted Man in Wrestling" staggering back into the corner, propped up on the second rope.

A little blood stained his teeth and now his nose as he smiled, biting his bottom lip to focus through the aches and pains, but causing his mouth to dribble more blood.

JR: "My God, it's like Salem WANTS to get hurt! What kinda guy gets off on tasting their own blood like that?! Something's wrong with this man, that's sick!"

King: "Maybe Drako knocked a few screws loose, JR! I just hope it was a couple TEETH, too!"

Salem could feel more and more of his savage side boiling up, and he liked it. The feeling of pain, of inflicting it, of infecting a person's thoughts, expressing that primal fury that always lingered under the surface, this was what he lived for.

So, as Drako started writhing on the center of the canvas, Salem sprung forward and siezed his right ankle, looking to disable the champ's entire right side as he wrenched it, twisting the joint into a deeply sunken ankle lock!

JR: "Oh, no! Now the champ's between a rock and a hard place! If he doesn't tap, he could lose a leg, too! But he's in the middle of the ring, King - can he crawl on that bad arm?!"

King: "I can't watch, JR! Just tell me when it's over!"

The crowd was trying to motivate Drako towards the ropes, the champ struggling to pull himself closer to the bottom rope and break the hold! Still, with only one good arm he was struggling twice as much for half the distance, and the effort and pain was visible on Drako's face.

Trying to slow down the man's efforts, Salem twisted and stepped across Drako, settling a knee down into his lower back to transition into a Liontamer, adding his weight to drag Drako down!

JR: "It's a Liontamer! Now Drako has to pull against Salem's weight, with only one good arm! Things just went from bad to worse for the champion!"

King: "There's no way he's gonna get to the ropes, JR! Look how far away he is! And with Salem on top of him, he can't crawl! He's gonna have to tap!"

Salem looks genuinely surprised as Drako starts to inch slowly towards the ropes at the cost of his bad arm, struggling for every little bit closer he got to salvation through gritted teeth!

Though part of him was pleased to see this much fight in Drako still, the point had to be made - so, Salem stood up once more, not to pull Drako back to the center of the ring, but to brutally stomp on his injured arm and hand, wrenching st the ankle as he did so!

JR: "Dear God, this is sick! Does Salem not have a heart?! Does he not have a soul?! Drako's been a proud champion but this isn't a match, it's just a slaughter! Referee, stop this!"

King: "I don't think the referee is gonna get between them, JR! Don't expect me to, either! I want as many zipcodes as possible between me and that FREAK!"