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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 crowd has blown up for Hiro. Wait, what? That makes no sense, and as his hand is extended out towards Trent, there is a big question, will Trent shake his hand? There he was, just staring down at the hands of Hiro, then up at his eyes, hearing the fans go wild.

Trent would then look down at his hand,almost as if he were about to consider shaking his hand. The crowd was basically begging for this to happen for some reason, despite both of these guys being particularly nasty in general, whether they do bad things or see themselves as bad guys in general.

Well, whether or not Trent wanted to shake his hand, which was leaning towards not, he would have his hand shaked by the Cuban-Jap. The grip was tight and the crowd loved it. Trent's hand would feel the pressure that was being put into it, seeing that he was fuming at the fans.

However, that wouldn't last long as Trent looked to break the grip up.

"What the hell are you doing?"

It seems the crowd loved him saying that and wanted more. They would begin to chant "Hug!" even! What kind of lunatic facility did Trent and Hiro walk themselves into?

Well. there was a grown man with his arms wrapped around Trent at this time, and let's just say, it was the most awkward thing ever. The feeling only intensifying due to the fact that there was a crowd in front of them cheering. Trent would point to the official and demand him to remove Hiro from him so the match can start.

"Get this guy off me!"

The official would have tried to separate both men, but Hiro had no give and was determined to keep the hold. Without any progress being made, the official would stop bothering with trying to break it up, and start the match by signalling for the bell which would sound twice.

"The match started, dammit!"

Trent would have tried to place his hands between them to pry the hold apart so this awkward moment could end and he could capture the win and his first piece of gold in BBW.

Finally, he didn't feel so trapped and awkward at the same time, which was a good thing. The test of strength was offered, and Trent looked to prove that he were the stronger man by accepting it and looking to try and push Hiro back toward the turnbuckle behind the basketcase which was the BBW TV Champion.

The somewhat smaller man seemingly won the test of strength and drove the Champion back into the corner almost, but Hiro would have denied it and pushed Trent away. Trent nearly fell on his back, but caught his foot, only to look at Hiro who seemed to be disgruntled due to the crowd and almost losing a fight when he should have won it due to size difference.

Once again, Trent would have accepted another lock-up after getting back to his feet and seeing Hiro motion towards him again. The two would be in the collar and elbow tie-up, but Trent was looking to take charge, seeing that he was basically thrown by Hiro a second ago.

The Anti-Christ looked to transition the collar and elbow into a waist-lock by letting go of the hold for a second and getting behind Hiro, looking to get a good grasp on the waist of Hiro. If successful, he would also begin to put some pressure to keep him in place.