Paradox vs Blacksmith: Darkweight Title

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::Doc is greeted...

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The Apocalypse (DEATH MARCH)

...with a boot to the back of the head by a warrior clothed in green, who holds in his hand a leather sack. The Rider is whipped into the steel steps so hard that he flies over them.::

BLD: The Apocalypse, out of nowhere...
PSS: Yes, I know. I saw it too. He is cheating! Everything was fine until he got out here!

::The Apocalypse then goes over to his master and helps him up. He then hands him the leather sack and goes after Doc once again.::

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::Meanwhile...

The Blacksmith (DEATH MARCH)

...Paradox, distracted by this, watches in horror as her leader is thrown into and over the steps. Using this to his advantage, the Olympian starts to get to his feet. As she is over by the ring ropes watching Doc...::

BLD: Uh-oh. If I were her, I'd turn around!

::The Blacksmith grabs her by her hair, turns her around, picks her up, holds her in the air for a few long seconds, and delivers a brainbuster.::

PSS: This is not right! Somebody stop this! Somebody help them!

::The warrior of the white cloak then spots his hammer on the mat. He bends down and picks it up. Then he points at his master, who is now standing at ringside.::

BLD: Now what?
PSS: I don't know, but I'll bet it's illegal!
BLD: Prez, there are no real rules here!
PSS: Oh would you SHUT UP??

::The Blacksmith ascends the turnbuckle with his hammer as Paradox starts to get up.::

BLD: Oh no. He's...he's gonna do the Divine Axehandle with that hammer!
PSS: REFEREE DO SOMETHING!

::And then His Royal Darkness finally reveals the bag's contents. He holds the two objects high in his hands and points them at the hammer.::

BLD: DEAR GOD! THE TWO CRYSTALS!! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!
PSS: SOMEBODY STOP THIS BEFORE I GET UP OUT OF THIS CHAIR!!!!
BLD: You ain't going anywhere, Prez! This I've gotta see!

::The Blacksmith raises the butt of the hammer high.::

::Paradox starts to look up.::

::The warrior leaps.::

Lightning pours forth from the crystals and strike the hammer.::

::And the hammer comes down with a force on the champion's head.::

BLD: UN-BE-LIEVEABLE!
PSS: NOOOOOOOOOO!

::The warrior makes the cover and the excited crowd counts along.::

"1...2...3!"

::It is over.::

"Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout...and NEW CWF Darkweight Champion, the BLACKSMITH!"

::The match was over and the victor had his spoils. And the victorious IMPERATOR placed the powerful Crystals safely in his bag again. But a war still raged outside the ring, as the Apocalypse and Doc made their way to the backstage area.::
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You may have one the battle my hammer weilding neophyte...

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Nobody

Nobody: "... but the war is far from over."

Nobody dropped from the rafters and delivered Death Drop on the Champion, knocking him down. Nobody hefted the hammer and grabbed Paradox and shimmered out of the ring, leaving a note for Blacksmith that reads "This is far from over greek saddle boy"
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