Drako was in his home, surrounded by torches. Every now and then he'd throw oil on the torches. He had begun to live in isolation as a convinient, yet boring way to avoid getting tossed into a cell again. He checked the date, and decided to check the TCW schedule.

"Drako vs Pat WoW vs Aaron Keening"

His thoughts were focused on crushing these new foes, but he quickly came to think:

"If I go out in public..."

A difficult situation. He would have to find some other way...

"Hmm..."

He then looked up the phone number for Pat WoW, but he found nothing. He put a cloak over himself and looked around for his future opponent. However, he found out a 7'2" guy wearing a suspicious looking cloak stood out quite some. But he dare not reveal his identity... yet. He continued to the arena where he found Pat WoW. He follows him out of the arena and to Pat WoWs hotel room.

Pat WoW: "Stop following me."

Pat WoW locks the door, however Drako kicks it down and then puts it back up again before removing his cloak. Drako cackles wildly.