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Tim stalked his prey and nailed the dropkick, which sent Trent on a one way trip to the outside of the ring through the first and second rope. He would land harshly on the padding that hid the concrete flooring, not that the padding helped, but it felt better than concrete would.

Trent would begin to make movements again, slowly getting to one knee while he began to breathe heavily. His head felt like it was being squished by giants with hands made of spikes.

Whether it was on purpose or not, an instinct of Trent would kick in at the moment that the dive took place in which he would simply fall completely on his back, dodging the oncoming suicide dive by Tim who has had the edge of the blade since he received that huge cut earlier.

Trent would have dropped to the padding completely, sending Tim on a one way trip to the object that was behind him.

A giant thud could be heard from the barricade behind Trent as soon as he dropped to the mat completely. It was his opponent Tim who threw caution to the wind and ended up being brushed away by his own gust into the barricade that would provide very little comfort.

The Anti-Christ began to crawl to the ring, being quite the challenge however, due to the pain his head is in right now. His directions are messed up and his environmental awareness is barely existent at this point. Trent always knew that Tim was hard-headed, but not literally.

Trent would reach the apron first, grabbing onto the apron's skirt so he could pull himself up to a stance. When he got to that stance, he instantly checked behind him, only to see Tim almost near the ring at this point, clutching onto the shoulder that was sent into the barricade.

After that glance, Trent knew he found a soft-spot of Tim, that arm and shoulder was hurt and if he wanted to inflict more damage, he would have to do so against that arm. Trent would begin to take his first few steps since he was sent to the outside, stalking his opponent.

Tim who was obviously having a nice time with a chip on his shoulder, almost to the point it was literal, as he began to pick himself up, propping himself against the apron. Slowly but surely, Trent approached his opponent with malicious intent in mind as he began to set up his plan of breaking Tim and/or his shoulder.

The Anti-Christ looked to make sure Tim was completely facing away from the ring, if he was in that spot, he would continue by grabbing the opposite of Tim's targeted arm. If all were to happen and the scene was set, it would be time to take action and execute a toss.

Trent looking to toss Tim bad shoulder first into the barricade for a second time, because it seemed like there was a two-for-one special on shoulder to the barricade.

Following the whip, a big thud would be heard in the direction of the toss, Tim was down holding his arm. What was next? The Anti-Christ would begin to think deeply on what he was doing next while he slumped down to a kneel and lifted the apron skirt up, looking under the ring for a weapon.

A weapon he would find indeed, pulling out two chairs, Trent would begin to get back to his feet with one chair in each hand. A smile crossed his face as he was planning on picking Tim apart tonight, part of his retribution for his last loss.

It seems like Tim will continue to fight despite the position he is in. Just like an insect who is clinging to life, it will continue to move until it's existence is finally annihilated. If Tim continued to do what he was doing this might be his fate as well.

The Anti-Christ would size up Tim who was beginning to get back to his feet, giving a bit of freedom for a chance to strike, which Trent would take. How? In the most violent way possible, with a toss of the chair right at the skull of Tim, hoping to warp the chair or crack Tim's skull with it. Whichever works.

CRACK!

The chair would meet with something, but it wasn't the thick skull of Tim which didn't understand to stay down. Oh well, if he wants to fight, here comes the fight. Trent would place both hands around the legs of the second chair he had picked up, seeing he threw the second one at the barricade.

He would continue to approach Tim with that chair in his grasp, with eyes widened as if he were possessed by the very beings of anger and madness. This was the change of the Seasons and it was going to be one of a crimson shade if Trent has any power over what will happen within the match.