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The opening drumming to "Battle Metal" can be heard throughout the auditorium as the lights begin to dim. On the screen, a parchment paper appears, and a feathered pen writing out the words "HARDCORE" and "PALADIN" in elegant manuscript. The writing appears to be in blood.

The drumming grows in volume as smoke fills the entryway, obscuring the audience from seeing Dion make his way to the stage. As the smoke peters away, he walks fully onto the stage to loud applause and cheers from the audience.

"BATTLE METAL!"

At these words, Dion raises his gloved fist as red fireworks light up the stage. The masked man proceeded to walk down the entry ramp.

"Making his way to the ring, from Minneapolis, Minnesota. Weighing in at 220 lbs. He is The Hardcore Paladin, DIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOON NEEEEEEEEEEECURAT!!!"

He took some time to shake hands with fans in the audience, then ran to the ring, sliding beneath the bottom rope. He removed his cap and took a deep bow, as if he were a medieval nobleman. During the chorus, he would walk to each corner of the ring, and at the crack of thunder, he would raise his fist, causing a shower of fireworks to erupt from the corner. He handed his cap to the referee and awaited his opponent.

Dallas, huh? This will be my first match against a woman. I'll need to rethink what I usually do in matches without pulling any punches, otherwise I'll look like I'm going easy on her.

At the sound of the bell, Dion decided to run a little test. He offered a lock-up to Dallas, but if she accepted, he would quickly use a hip toss.

Dion would follow up his toss by turning Dallas onto her stomach and attempt to apply the Boston Crab on her.

All her thrashing made Dion lose his grip on Dallas's leg. "Clever girl," he said to her, a smirk adorning his face. He attempted to stomp her back, and if it was successful, he would attempt a Cloverleaf Backbreaker.

Dion watched as Dallas clutched her back in pain. He raised his gloved fist in the air to get some cheap cheers, while some of his more devout fans began a "Battle Metal" chant in the crowd.

Dion turned his attention back to Dallas. He would attempt to grab both her wrists and apply a Surfboard.

Alright, time to let up. Can't have this thing end too early; less fun that way, Dion thought to himself as he let go of the hold. He stood back, awaiting Dallas's next move.

Lets keep playing to the crowd, shall we? Dion thought as Dallas was recovering. He flashed a cocky grin in her direction, and gave her a deep bow, showing he had no fear in what was to come. He then started shouting "BATTLE! METAL!" towards the audience, which followed suit.