Paradox vs Blacksmith: Darkweight Title

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This is the second match for a title. My daughter Paradox has been haivng a lot of fun with the darkweight title. Now lets see if the Death March is hungry for gold.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the CWF Darkweight Championship!"

::At the entrance stands a warrior, clothed in a flowing white cloak, and wielding a very large hammer. Standing behind him is a blue-cloaked figure, with a stern look on his ancient face.::

"Introducing first the challenger: led towards the ring by His Royal Darkness, representing the Death March..., the BLACKSMITH!"

::The figures suddenly stalk forwards towards the ring.::

BLD: This match is going to be interesting. They have been waiting for this moment for a long time. And that hammer in this match is prefectly legal. Could it be the difference maker tonight?
PSS: Well, just remember, that hammer can be legal both ways. It may belong to the Blacksmith, but there's nothing to stop the champion from using it either! In the interest of fairness, of course...

::The challenger is now in the ring, having removed his cloak to show his triple-colored ring attire. His Royal Darkness stands outside the ring, beside the hammer. Both await the coming of the champion and her escort.::

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It started with a swirl of fog. The ramp disappeared, as the temputure began to drop.

Then a beam of light, so intense that none could look directly on it, appeared. The beam moved relentlessly towards the ring. It stopped only in the center of the ring, and faded.

Paradox stood, garbed in a jarring black and white outfit of dazzling pattern. She smiled sweetly at Blacksmith, as her hair seemed to writhe as if alive.
"Ok, big boy. Time to teach you a lesson that will send you back to making horseshoes, where you belong." Before the bell could ring, she leaped forward, foot snapping out visciously. The fight was on...