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Trent would see clearly after clearing his eyes, meanwhile, Cart could not do the same. But this misfortune that Cartwright befell him, wasn't over just yet.

Trent would wait for Cartwright to turn to him in his confused and blinded state before charging and unloading a maneuver that Cartwright had once felt before.

That's right, Trent would give a receipt to Cartwright in the form of a fully loaded kick to the groin!

The nasty kick would connect sending Cartwright immediately down to his knees. Still struggling in his blindness, now dealing with the shooting pain going through his gut from the groin kick.

Trent would be standing tall, despite getting beat almost lifelessly, Trent would smile at seeing Cartwright in the same position he was in before.

And just like before, Trent was going to capitalize on the chance he has. Going to the chair he had grabbed earlier and picking it up.

Nigel: "You see that, Drogan. There's the chair coming in to play."

Drogan: "Hey, he may have had no intentions, but after such a brutal assault, who could blame Trent for whats to come with that chair.

Trent would turn back to Cartwright. Grabbing a good hold of the chair, and getting ready to throw the chair as hard as he could at the face of Cartwright.

Trent felt great, despite the concussion he felt. The sound of metal meeting with flesh at a high velocity. Especially when the person receiving the steel chair was Cartwright.

The Champion was not finished however. He would mount the downed Cartwright, looking to throw stiff elbows at the man's nose and dome. Looking to inflict max damage and further bust open Cartwright the hard way.

Cartwright was definitely get a taste of his own medicine as Trent had completely changed the narrative. From being struck countless times in the same position with brass knuckles, here Cartwright was laying motionless.

The crowd would begin to boo as it seemed like they weren't too pleased with the actions of Trent.

Nigel: "Come on, Champ. You proved your point. Just finish the match already."

Drogan: "Cartwright would be lucky if Trent did end it right here, but it seems he is on a revenge tour, of sorts."

Finally the official would cut in, seeing that the gash in Cartwright's head was not leaking just blood. And as soon as he saw it, he would not only tell Trent to back up, but he would force Trent off of him. Pushing him to the side as Trent would be in a seated position looking confused as to who the official thought he was.

Trent would see Cartwright struggle to get back to his feet. Getting in the face of Cartwright, shoving his face back to the mat.

"Come on, Cart. Can't you take what you dish out? You're embarrassing both of us!"

Trent would yell at Cartwright, and follow it up with a boot in the direction of the bloodied dome of Cartwright.

Nigel: "This is disgusting!"

Drogan: "It's the name of the game, and Cartwright was the one who started it. The champ is just going by the rules he was given!"

Trent, whether through ignorance or confidence, would laugh as Cartwright commanded his body to get back to his feet. So for every inch Cartwright wanted to crawl up, Trent would continue to apply pressure with kicks to the downed foe. Seeing how much he can take. To see if he can struggle to his feet or if he will collapse despite the great effort.

Well, despite the brain matter literally leaking out the blokes head, Cartwright would intercept one of the incoming kicks and whip Trent down. Almost pulling the leg out of socket with the force given.

Trent upon reaching the mat, looked to crawl toward the ropes and cage as some form of retreat. Feeling the pain in his head and now his leg.