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Cyrus would have the ring for a few more moment, building up the tension for the match to come. Once the crowd settled down the lights faded once more, and Dakota's theme could be heard through the PA system. The gnarling guitar riff screeched throughout the arena, and the fans instantly picked up the energy. The music continued for a few more seconds before a silhouette formed in the shadows. The figure had something in hand, a long stick that he slung behind his neck. He took the stick and snapped himself on the forehead with it, in cue with his pyrotechnics which caused a giant "BOOM!" behind him. The lights grew brighter with the pyro, exposing Cyrus's opponent to the world; Dakota Daring! The stick in his grasp was none other than his trusty Kendo Stick, which he wasted no time pointing at the ring, and Cyrus Darke. He would continue this pose for another few seconds before marching down the ramp.

"And his opponent! Making his way to the ring, from Window Rock, Arizona! Weighing in at two hundred-forty pounds! DAKOTAAAAA! DAAAAARING!"

Dakota frequently went to headbutt and shake hands with members of the crowd during his entrance. He proudly walked up the steel steps onto the apron. His head held high, in complete contrast to his adversary. His hands gripped the top rope before clearing it in a single leap. He climbed the nearest turnbuckle, beating his chest and raising his instrument in the air in true warrior fashion. You could feel the pride oozing out of him as he barked at the audience, his hair flowing each time he banged his head to the Metal music that played his anthem. He dropped from the turnbuckle and marched to the opposite corner, climbing that turnbuckle to continue his manly parade, raising his cane high in the air and beating his chest at the arena. His intensity barely quelled when his music eventually faded from the PA system. The referee then took the time to confiscate the foreign object from Dakota, who happily relinquished it. He didn't know what to think of the brooding man who stood opposite of him on the mat, other than he had to go down.

The referee put the stick by the announcer's table, grabbing the 3 Crown World Championship. from it's pedestal. He went into the ring and held it over his head with both hands for all to see, making sure everyone sees it by rotating to all four sides of the rings with it raised. That's what this was about. This is why these two men were here! Daring couldn't take his eyes off the prize while the camera was focused on the belt's plate. The referee eventually handed the belt off to an attendee who placed the belt back on it's showcase. The referee sliced his hand through the air between the two competitors and the bell sounded off, signifying the match to begin. Dakota would waste little time circling around the ring, his eyes locked on Darke, sizing his opponent up for his match.

Dakota would brazenly accept Cyrus's challenge, unaware of his true intentions. Darke delivered a straight kick to his knee, but Dakota's natural resiliency allowed him to shrug it off. Daring would attempt to overpower him but Cyrus kicked his knee again, this time achieving his goal and knocking the warrior to his knee. Cyrus then ran to the ropes, turning his back on Daring in the process. He would take the time to stand back up on his feet, and meet Darke as he rebounded off the rope. He would stick his left arm off, hoping to catch the running Cyrus with his arm lariat.

Upon knocking Darke on his back from the clothesline, Dakota would take a little time to pose for the audience, displaying his power by spreading his arms out, fists clenched and his head tilted back. He didn't pay attention however and was heavily shoved by Cyrus. Dakota grit his teeth and would attempt to push him back.

As Cyrus wrapped his arm around Dakota's neck, he was met with resistance. Dakota rammed his elbow to the side of Darke's face, temporarily halting his progress. After a very brief pause. another elbow was thrown. And then another.

Freedom! Daring wasted no time sprinting to the ropes for a rebound. He bounced off the ring ropes back at Cyrus, who leapfrogged over him. Dakota ran off the other ropes, looking to catch Cyrus off guard. Alas, Darke was sharp as a pin, and ducked over him. Dakota hopped over him and tried one last charge. A final catapult from the ropes sent him running towards Cyrus, he put all of his faith into a frontflip clothesline, hoping it would do the trick.

There's a reason they call moves like that "high risk." Dakota missed with his arm, falling right into Cyrus's atomic drop. The pain shot through his tailbone, but it wasn't done there. Darke hoisted his competitor up, getting ready for a large Spinebuster. Daring had little time to react, but he instinctively wrapped his arm around Cyrus's neck. If he was gonna get driven to the mat, he wasn't going alone, at least that's what Dakota had planned.

Dakota had managed to successfully counter Cyrus's spinebuster into a DDT. Unfortunately, that's not how spinebuster counters work, as he still felt the full effect of the back-jarring move. Both men were sprawled on the mat, feeling the effects of this grueling match. Their energy was felt by the fans who cheered both men for their explosiveness and passion. Dakota scrambled to get to the ropes, desperately clinging onto them for leverage to get himself back on his feet.