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Voodoo by Godsmack begins to play, the lights dimming to just a red glow on the stage, smoke rising from it.

I'm not the one who's so far away
When I feel the snake bite enter my veins
Never did I want to be here again
And I don't remember why I came...

As the cold delivery of the vocals rang out, robed figures filed down in two rows, stopping in pairs along the ramp. Six in all, they had their heads bowed, the brown cloth obscuring their body features.

As the the tribal drums started, the robed figures pulled away their shrouds and revealed curvaceous, scantily clad women dressed in bikinis of leather and metal, broaches and Bangles ornamenting them. Rather than beginning to dance, however, as their exotic attires suggested, they stood still, almost trance like, waiting.

From on the stage, fire began to grow, forming a circle from which Salem started to rise in the smoke. Bare-chested, dressed in black denim jeans and taped from elbow to knuckle, Croft startled some who saw him ascend through the flames with the sizeable python draped across his shoulders. One hand helped cradle the eight foot serpent while his other hand held...an apple?

Stepping from the fire onto the ramp, Salem approached the first pair of women on his way down, the snake bending and craning to taste the ladies while Croft offered each a bite from the apple. Upon doing so, the women began belly dancing around him, Salem paying them no mind as he continued down the ramp to the next verse, repeating the process until all six were gyrating and swaying to the tribal rhythm around him.

Reaching the ring steps, the ladies approached Salem and delicately handled his snake, being careful with the head and keeping a firm grasp on it's girth, the six of them carrying it back up the ramp as Croft took the last bite from the apple and tossed it into the crowd, ascending the steel stairs and slipping into the ring. Cracking his knuckles, Croft smiled at the stage and watched from a corner, waiting for Drako to make his arrival.

Salem doesn't hesitate, walking right up to Drako as the referee approaches to take the belt, Croft smirking as he glanced at the title draped across Drako's shoulder, the music slowly starting to fade out.

"Nice song. Feel like I heard it before. Then again, maybe it's just deja vu since I'm about to ******** up another member of your family. Hope you washed all my unborn babies off that belt, champ." He said with a wink, backing away to the ropes to drape his arms across the top cable and lean against them.

Salem smirked, watching the expressionless Drako standing there, waiting for the referee to start the match. He'd angered the champ, and Croft knew it. He wanted the man to get emotional. So, a thought came to mind, a smile forming upon Salem's lips as it came to him.

"Hey, speaking of ******** your family, how's Janelle doing? She single? Cuz I'll put the spurs to that Black Beauty, if you catch my drift." He called out loudly to Drako, still leaned back against the ropes while gyrating and thrusting his hips lewdly.

Salem got what he wanted, Drako to charge forward with a boot aimed at his stomach! But where Drako was getting emotional, Salem was purely tactical, taking advantage of the champ's tunnel vision by stepping to the side, allowing Drako's foot to get tangled in the middle rope! That same instance, Croft would clench the top cable and pull it down, letting go to make it spring up and snap Drako across the throat!

Salem cupped his hands to his face in a look of fake shock, pointing at the wounded warrior rolling across the canvas while the fans booed loudly.

"Did I - did y'all see - oh my goodness!" Salem exclaimed, mocking Drako's pain as he approached, reaching down to grab the champ's previously injured arm.

"Sorry, let me just -" Salem started, looking as though he was going to help Drako to his feet, only to instead savagely stomp on the man's shoulder, proceeding to slam the arm down and practically breakdance on top of it to even louder jeers!

JR: "This Salem is despicable! Look at him, kicking a man while he's down! He'd steal the watch off a dead man, I tell ya!"

King: "Drako might be a dead man before the end of this match! He's getting the boots put to that arm, he could barely use it already!"

As the fans howled in disgust, the referee approached to back Salem off and check on Drako, but not before Croft put his foot across the champ's cheek, rubbing his boot against the man's face as the official pushed him to the corner. Watching the ref ask Drako if he was okay, Salem cracked his knuckles and mocked the man from the corner.

"I'm gonna take your title, Drako - and I'm gonna wear it when I bust a nut on Janelle's face, too! Now get up so I can show you what a REAL MAN looks like!"

Salem laughs at Drako, his eyes full of fire as he stares at the champ with a smile, happy to see him getting up for some more punishment, but happier that he was engaging and getting emotional.

"Why so serious, Drako? I thought you liked d**k - or maybe you're just jealous of Janelle?" He teased, smirking at the champ. "Was it fun having bathtime with your brothers growing up?"