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The crowd continued to cheer louder and louder for the champion they wanted. They didn't want Bad Boy nor Trent, they wanted Champion Cartwright. However, that is something that they will not receive, as the cheering was interrupted.

What was it interrupted by? Sounds of droplets meeting with a puddle. The lights slowly began to become dim, all the light coming from the phones within the crowd and the titantron which was showcasing a crimson red background. The droplets would meet with the puddle, causing a ripple. However, these were no normal droplets, it was blood dripping. The source was the man who was making his entrance currently.

Slowly, the camera panned out, keeping it's view of the blood puddle that formed around a man's feet. Slowly, after the image completely zoomed out, it showed Trent with an open wound on his skull, most likely resulting from the attack of Jaws during the signing. While fans were booing and trying to understand what was occurring, a monotone voice could be heard.

"The Grandest Stage of Them All is where everything goes down. The skin has been pierced with a sharp blade and the blood has mixed with the water, attracting the largest sharks in the sea."

This was obviously a reference to Jaws, or at least most of the crowd believed it was so.

"However, even the largest fall. Tonight, a King will be slain and a Champion will be dethroned. Because the Archangel has Fallen from Grace, and is taking what he believes is his."

Fall from Grace? The Archangel, who was obviously never a great guy has taken a supposed Fall from Grace and is taking his claim over the Title by not only Slaying a King, most likely a shot thrown at Cartwright, but also dethroning a Champion. The overconfidence in Trent and the monotone voice were easy to hear, but could the actions of the challenger in Trent support that overconfidence and gain him his first World Championship?

The titantron would cut off for a moment, letting the crowd boo for awhile, awaiting the arrival of the Archangel who Fell from Grace.

In an instant flash, the once dim lit arena would be greeted with blinding white and red lights that filled the arena. Of course, the flashing was a bit violent, but not enough to trigger someone with epilepsy. Along with the lights, "Bleed" by MESHUGGAH played along.

Beams of fire sweep through my head
Thrusts of pain increasingly engaged
Sensory receptors succumb
I am no one now, agony
My crimson liquid so frantically spilled
The ruby fluid of life unleashed

The usually classical styled music of Trent has disappeared and now came this new theme song, which blared metal music. A big contrast between the Archangel and the Archangel who Fell from Grace.

Ripples ascend to the surface of my eyes
Their red pens drawing at random, at will
A myriad pains begotten in their wake
The b*****d spawn of a mutinous self
The regurgitation of my micro nemesis
Salivating red at the prospect of my ruin, my doom

Finally, the theme song would have played for a few seconds now and it was time for Trent to make his entrance to the outside. Which he would in a stylish fashion, like the rest of his entrance was. He came out to the face the arena by merely walking out from the back. It wasn't flashy, but it matched the attitude that he now played off. However, many things besides the attitude were new.

Like the fact that he wore black camouflaged pants with a red belt. A black, red, and white shirt. The design was a black background, Trent's name in white, and a slash coming through his name in red, while the back of the shirt showed a cross with the same design as the front.

Malfunction the means for its ascent
Bloodletting the stringent voice to beckon my soul
So futile any resisting tension
As death-induced mechanics propel its growth
The implement, the device of my extinction
The terminating clockwork of my gleeful bane
The definitive scourge of its mockery
The end-art instruments lethality attained
Heed, it commands, heed my will
Bleed, it says, bleed you will

Trent would have walked out and continued to pace himself toward the ring, not taking his time to pander to the crowd who only fed him discouragement. He learned that their opinions didn't matter, good or bad, and that his opinions were the only ones that mattered. With each step, Trent drew closer to starting his Main Event match-up with Cartwright and Bad Boy.

"Introducing at this time, from St. Paul, Minnesota. Weighing in tonight at 208 pounds, the Anti-Christ, Trent!"

The newly-crowned Anti-Christ would have reached ring-side, instantly bolting it up the stairs, and making his way through the ropes to greet his opponents in the ring with a sly grin. Cartwright would have called him a coward earlier, and he would remember to give Cartwright a little smile before he kicked in the Royal Rumble Winner's teeth in.

Falling into the clarity of undoing
Scornful gods haggle for my soul
Minds eye flickers and delegates as I let go
Taunting whispers accompany my deletion
A sneering grin, the voice of my reaper
Chanting softly the song of depletion

The theme would say it's final verse when Trent was in the center of the ring, between the Champion and the Royal Rumble Winner.

JR: "Look at this, Trent taking more time to gloat then already given."

King: "He deserves to, J.R. He is headlining the Main Event of Wrestlemania when he should have never been in it originally, I would gloat as well!"

JR: "Exactly my point, King. He doesn't deserve to be here and yet he is."

King: "Wait here, J.R. He deserves to be here, he just never won the Royal Rumble, seeing he was cheated out of it. Trent is one of the brightest superstars in WWF:G today, and he is taking on two veterans to prove it."

Trent would begin to slowly walk backwards into his corner, staring down both his opponents who were ready to tear into one another.

Trent, who stood within his corner glancing at both men with his new attire, would stay in that position. Of course, he would protect himself when the time was needed, but Cartwright wanted a big piece of Bad Boy, and Bad Boy probably wanted the same.

The crowd was electric and the environment was intense, all eyes were directed at this match, the Main Event of Wrestlemania. This surely was going to end up as one of the biggest brawls in a long time, seeing what all the men have against one another.

Cartwright angered at Trent for kidnapping Jaws, and angered at Bad Boy for almost ending his life. Trent angered at Cartwright for returning and taking away his win at the Royal Rumble, while angered at Bad Boy for simply having what Trent did not. Last but not least, Bad Boy had beef against both guys for attacking him during the contract signing.

Trent began to take his shirt off, throwing it to the sideline. Bad Boy slowly began to approach after he did so, but ended up turning in the direction of Cartwright, attempting a big clothesline it seemed.

Trent has been inside his corner since the start of the bell, it was about time that he did some moving. Without any haste, Trent exited his corner seeing any opportunity.

What exactly was the opportunity, it was simply Cartwright, who had the upperhand, rushing in expecting someone like Trent to not come along and ruin all the momentum he built. Letting his guard down like that will be his downfall and he should know that.

Trent would run full force at Cartwright, looking to interrupt his stinger splash with a large clothesline to take the loony bird down.

JR: "It seems that Cartwright is going in with a full head of steam!"

King: "It does, but look who's coming out!"