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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, the DHW Heavyweight Champion, 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, black boots, and his DHW Heavyweight Championship slung over his shoulder. 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 would give the title to the official, following his actions by taking his robe off and placing it to the outside. Finally, Trent climbed onto the apron and entered the ring and entering the corner, waiting for his opponent who wasn't announced to the defending champion.

A symbol of the title would be shown on televisions around the world. The official who would have the title in his hands would begin to walk over to Trent, showing him his title. Trent would give his championship a good pat, before leaving the official to approach his opponent; Draven.

After giving Draven a good long look at the title that he will not win tonight, it seemed that the scene was set and all that was needed for the match to start this gruesome battle for the main event was the bell. The official would hand the title to the official who was present outside, who would also bring the title to the bell-keeper's area.

Once upon the title's arrival, the official who was residing inside the ring would sign to the bell-keeper to start the match.

DING DING DING

The bell would toll three times, stating the match was now being recorded as the crowd would already be going nuts. Trent exited his corner, having a million thoughts rush around inside of his head. Thoughts like what he should do tonight after he retains, how could he rub a win in Drako's face, and who would be next to be put down by the best champion in the industry?

It seemed that this match was going to be taking a traditional turn, and Trent was up for the challenge of a technical fight with someone of the likes of Matt Draven. He already knew he was going to win, but that doesn't stop him from having fun and seeing how far Matt could push him.

The Anti-Christ would accept the lock-up, but instantly looked to rush in forward in an attempt to grab the skull of Matt, looking to make the hold between the two switch from a collar and elbow, to a side headlock.

If he were successful in rushing his opponent, he would begin to build some pressure in the given hold. Squeezing down on Matt's head, trying to get an early advantage.

Matt began to move within the headlock, trying to maneuver out of the strong hold that he already had in. Of course, he was able to do so, but not entirely. He gave himself some leverage to throw a few elbows, but did not escape the clutches of the Anti-Christ, and he wouldn't end up leaving.

Three sharp elbows made their mark into the stomach of Trent, each one tearing his gut apart from the impact, yet, he still held on. He showed the heart and stomach of a champion, and it was time to return the favor he had received.

Matt who seemed he was on the verge of escaping the side-headlock would have to overcome more as Trent looked to shift all of his weight to the opposite of Matt's direction. Which meant, the champ was attempting to hit a side-headlock takedown by using his weight and strength as a way to perform it.

Down went Matt in a traditional start to the match, but Trent wasn't done with the given hold yet. In fact, this is where he wanted to apply the pressure and see what Matt can do in a tough predicament.

With Matt down, the DHW Heavyweight Champion began to force his weight down, while shifting the hold he had upward. Which would begin to make the side-headlock gain some pressure and slowly would remove the air from his opponent's lungs.

The knee was brought up and it did meet with the side of Trent, however, there wasn't much momentum to the knee so it barely hit as hard as Draven would want to. That was part of the reason why Trent's body was pressing down against the body while the side headlock was being lifted. Adding pressure, while making sure that his opponent couldn't kick and knee the s**t out of his side.

Of course, he would feel it, but he continued to leave that side-headlock in. This was the longest he had executed a side-headlock and the most effective one has been, he wanted to see how far it would go and how desperate his opponent would try to get out.

The strikes would connect. It gave a bit of leverage on the neck and made the hold more painful, but after countless strikes, the Anti-Christ would have to let go to tend to his beaten in face.

The Anti-Christ would begin to roll away from Matt while holding his skull with his left hand. No blood, no injuries, just a hold that he had was now gone.