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 ascended up the stairs step by step, and walked on to 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.
The Anti-Christ would hop off the turnbuckle into the ring. Continuing to check his surroundings, seeing the thousands booing him in the stage, and thinking of the millions booing him all around the world. Trent would go to a set of ropes, talking to the official and asking for him to grab two things; a microphone and the contract he handed to them before the show even started for safekeeping.
Once both items were handed to him, Trent would begin to walk to the center of the ring, looking down the ramp, ready to speak his mind. The fans aren't so happy about that, but they also want to know what the contract will give.
"As you all saw, a while back at the Pay-Per-View, I defeated Cartwright and grabbed a hold of this contract which King was supposed to tell me what I receive for winning the match and taking the contract."
Crowd: "CARTY! CARTY! CARTY!"
This chant has began to grow rather annoying, but at least he knows he isn't fighting Cartwright or confronting him in anyway. At least, not here.
"Although calling the Boss out is something I wouldn't want to do in my current position, I am resorting to calling him out so me, and everyone else can learn what secrets this contract holds for some live publicity."
Trent would take a pause just to hold his contract up in the air.
"Come out King, and give me my prize."
That sounded rather commanding, but things seemed to be looking entertaining from just this. The crowd would begin to wait for the arrival of Kelly King.
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 ascended up the stairs step by step, and walked on to 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.
The Anti-Christ would hop off the turnbuckle into the ring. Continuing to check his surroundings, seeing the thousands booing him in the stage, and thinking of the millions booing him all around the world. Trent would go to a set of ropes, talking to the official and asking for him to grab two things; a microphone and the contract he handed to them before the show even started for safekeeping.
Once both items were handed to him, Trent would begin to walk to the center of the ring, looking down the ramp, ready to speak his mind. The fans aren't so happy about that, but they also want to know what the contract will give.
"As you all saw, a while back at the Pay-Per-View, I defeated Cartwright and grabbed a hold of this contract which King was supposed to tell me what I receive for winning the match and taking the contract."
Crowd: "CARTY! CARTY! CARTY!"
This chant has began to grow rather annoying, but at least he knows he isn't fighting Cartwright or confronting him in anyway. At least, not here.
"Although calling the Boss out is something I wouldn't want to do in my current position, I am resorting to calling him out so me, and everyone else can learn what secrets this contract holds for some live publicity."
Trent would take a pause just to hold his contract up in the air.
"Come out King, and give me my prize."
That sounded rather commanding, but things seemed to be looking entertaining from just this. The crowd would begin to wait for the arrival of Kelly King.
