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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, as well as entering the corner, waiting.

The bell would have rang and it seemed Lana, despite this being her first time actually facing Trent one on one in a pay-per-view for the world title, it seems that Trent would be the one with the advantage.

Trent would have began to step forward, nearing the middle of the ring and approaching his opponent Lana. He was ready to put up his fist, but it doesn't seem like he was going to strike unless if that was what Lana wanted.

A resounding clap would make it's way around the arena as Trent's face would turn to the opposite side of which the slap came from. The mark was already made, showing how much was put into it, how disrespectful it was, and how much she is willing to push someone who is better than her.

The Anti-Christ began to ball his fist up, shaking semi-violently, and beginning to turn his head in the direction of Lana who would be wearing a smile. Although what came next was hard for Trent to do, he would open his hands, try his best to stop shaking, and give a cocky smirk in front of Lana.

What was Trent trying to do, and how was he able to suppress something as drastic as that. He must be trying to swallow all his anger and show that he doesn't need to resort to such pettiness, or maybe, it's something else. Because as soon as he shined that smile, he would plead to Lana.

"Do it again!"

Saying it as if wanting Lana to get the edge, or giving him the edge of being angry and unrelenting, even if it were taking a woman on.

"I dare you, do it again!"

A well-placed boot would connect into the stomach of Trent, causing him to double over into a stiff uppercut sent by Lana. Automatically, Trent would clench the upper area of his chest as that is where the uppercut was placed, as he began to fall back to the ropes behind him.

Trent could have rebounded off the ropes, but he didn't want to rush Lana knowing he might only do what she wants, instead, he will wait for his moment to attack at the most unpredictable time.

Just like that, the hunter would become the hunted. When Lana began to make her way toward Trent, he grew a smile that would show his intentions, of course, it was too late for Lana. The Anti-Christ looked to lower his upper-body and looked to scoop Lana up and out of the ring.

Trent would have disposed of Lana, throwing her to the outside, knowing that he was taking control now. Well, that's what he thought at least. The overconfident Trent would show a smile that showed he was sure that he threw Lana out, and he even raised his arm, implying that the same action will happen later, the raising of the winner's arm.

However, when Trent turned around, it was apparent that he did not throw her out, and that he would be fed a kick to the head which caused him to stumble back a few steps, almost falling down in the process. That's not good!

Down went Trent as the crossbody connected, having the same effect as throwing a brick into a body of water, just sinking down automatically after it was tossed. Trent's troubles wasn't over just yet, however, as he would now have his back pinned against the mat.

One--

Trent showing some heart despite being thrown around this whole match so far, getting a kick out after the one count by the official who would stop the count, seeing the pin was broken by Trent's own hands.