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The Arena went quiet, emotions would be spread throughout the arena from the various people in attendance, as they were waiting and holding their signs up waiting for there favorite wrestlers to come out. As the crowd was being impatient; Heart of Courage by Two Steps from Hell would hit the PA system. Getting a reaction


The fans would look at the entrance ramp as well as listen to the theme of Trent as they would express there opinions which mainly would be boo's, although from certain parts of the arena would be cheers or boo's for the other competitor he would be facing. Trent would come out with a smirk on his face, the fans would be on there feet expecting a great match whether they liked or disliked the man making his entrance at this time, seeing as he had made history various times as well as, participated in great matches. Trent would walk on the stage with a confident grin smeared on his face. He would have walked to the left side and looked in the crowd than the right side of the stage, and have a devious smile. Trent than began walk to the middle of the stage and raise both arms in the styling that looked like a cross as pyrotechnics spewed out from both left and right sides of the stage. Trent would stay in that position for a few seconds as he progressively lower his hands as the pyrotechnics would stop as the crowd would love it. Trent would than take a stroll down the ramp taking his time and eating up the emotions of the crowd.

Announcer: Introducing at this time. From St Paul Minnesota, weighing in tonight at 216 Pounds, TRENT!

Trent kept a straight face as he stopped, not even midway of the ramp as he would look around the arena at the screaming fans. Trent would be wearing the original look. He wore a robe down. Almost everything being blocked except for the black goth pants, and some boots. He looked with a grimace towards the fans, being annoyed by each and every one of those hypocritical pieces of s**t, that they knew they were.

Trent once again continued walking. He made a left turn and got on the stairs climb on step by step, and walked on the apron. Trent would turn around and look at the crowd behind him, looking at the fan signs and the people booing at his presence. Trent for a feint moment, changed that grimace into a smile , as Trent turned around and jumped on top of the turnbuckle. Trent would look around and see the thousands in attendance seeing them mainly booing at him. Trent however, was loving the response to the feedback he had been receiving from the people in attendance. Trent looking as confident as ever, entering the match here tonight.

Trent took his robe off and placed it to the outside, after doing so Trent climbed onto the apron and entered the ring, following he would enter the corner and waiting.

The stage was set and the two men were ready to start the match, it appeared. The official waved the sign at the bell-keeper who would grab the metal piece and ring it against the bell three times to signal the start of the match.

Trent would hop outside his corner instantly after hearing the bell, like it was a wake-up call or a natural response. He began to pace around the ring in a circle, hoping his opponent would follow the pace as the two technical superstars were going to blow the roof off of this arena tonight going at it. Trent, who has had some matches with Pantera before, is ready to have another great one.

It seemed that Pantera was pacing himself already, or maybe he didn't have the speed he once possessed, or so Trent thought. Within the first few seconds of the match, Pantera aimed to throw a few shots, one connecting to the side of Trent, almost connecting with the kidney. Trent immediately switched into a defensive stance, looking to bring his arms to protect his body.

Once Pantera slowed down the rapid strikes, Trent looked to step back a bit, not letting him have another free shot like he did within the early start of the match. Trent knew Pantera's style of wrestling and he aims to use that to his advantage to waste his energy.

Pantera wasn't slowing down with the strikes, and instead, grabbed the arm of Trent bringing him back to the ropes behind Trent, and finally Irish Whipping Trent to the opposite set of ropes.

The Anti-Christ wasn't ready for an all out attack like this, which is what caught him off his guard and caused the whip to be successful, Trent would rebound back at his opponent.

It seemed like an eternity, but finally after the rebound from the Irish Whip, Trent would meet with a colossal boot that sent the Anti-Christ right onto his back. A boot imprint would now be embedded on his chest, and the pain followed it.

Trent looked to roll to the apron in hopes of fleeing from his opponent for a few mere seconds.

It seems Pantera is well aware of Trent's presence and is looking to use it in his favor. Pantera exited the ring for a moment, sticking close to Trent who had his body hanging on the apron. With a bit of a readjustment by the opponent of Trent, he would make it so his neck would be hanging over the apron, just so he could execute a well-placed European Uppercut.

The Uppercut connected with the throat of Trent, causing a jolt to run up and down his spine, from his head to his toes as Trent would convulse for a moment until he fell outside the ring and on to the padding.