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Tim was up and looking dead at Trent, which meant there was no more surprise attacks, or were there? Instead of being direct about an attack, he would attempt to make his move seem indirect. He would lightly toss the chair at Tim, hoping the man would catch it.

If he did catch it, he would look to charge in at Tim and hit a big boot, a maneuver that he usually never attempts but it would be the perfect time to use it. If he didn't catch it and the chair struck him, he would look to attack the stunned Tim with a clothesline.

Regardless, he was going to charge in and take Tim down, or that was the goal.

Tim caught it, the bait was set and Trent looked to take the chance. Wait a second, what is he doing with that-

CRACK

Tim caught the chair, but against Trent's thoughts, threw it right back at Trent, hard. The chair was flung right at Trent's head and it connected, being accompanied with a violent crack that made the light of heart look away.

The Anti-Christ who was in control only moments ago would now be on the mat, holding his skull which would contain a cut with a few blots of blood forming and streaming down the skull of Trent. It looks like he got the shade of crimson he wanted.

The bloodied and beaten Trent would be brought back to his feet by Tim who had a semi-rough time doing so, but he did so, tossing Trent into the ring.

Once inside the ring, Trent rolled near the center, looking to get back to his feet as his face slowly became unrecognizable and covered by his crimson mask. This was surely a bout that will be talked about for some time between the two dedicated stars.

However, what is Tim going to do now that he has the upperhand?

Despite his instincts, despite the pain his skull was feeling, Trent would dig his nails into the mat and slowly pick himself up. Unfortunately, Tim would be there like a lumberjack who just found a prized tree that needed to be cut down for some logs on the last week before Winter.

He would be cut down by having the sledgehammer meet with his gut, accompanied by a feeling that words couldn't even describe, Trent would fall to a kneel, holding his stomach and trying to prevent any puke/blood to exit his mouth while he was in a hunched over state.

The fans looked on with horror in their eyes as Tim was about to end the career of a man, end his ability to move freely, trying to end what Trent came to know. However, he wouldn't be able to do so as that arm that was targeted would give in and save him, lucky Trent for targeting the arm.

The curse could be heard and despite the pain Trent was in, he knew that Tim was in a large amount of pain and open for an attack. Which is why he looked to get up to his feet, grab a hold of his opponents skull in a side-headlock, and bringing a foot backwards in hopes of hurting his opponent's sensitive area.

If all was successful, the exhausted Trent looked to let go of the hold, get behind his opponent, and bring him down for a school-boy roll-up. It was a long chain, but if it were successful, it might be worth it.

The attempted roll-up after the cheap low-blow did not work, however, it did open up a spot for Trent to hop back up to his feet. Which he would do so, wiping some of the blood away from his eyes that were almost drenched in the thick, crimson liquid that was exiting the gash in Trent's head.

The Anti-Christ would await his opponent to get to his feet while wiping away the blood that was easily visible from the perspective of the fans and Trent.

Tim was beginning to be easy to read, just like a book you have studied over multiple times just so you could remember every word and understand the message. He was going to fight and continue to be stubborn despite the fact he should stay down, that's his strength, but also his weakness.

Once that numb-skull got to his feet, Trent would look to forget all the pain he has been enduring, anything in his eyes, and anything else besides his opponent. The Anti-Christ would charge in, looking to take his opponent's head off with a superkick that would knock the taste-buds out of anyone's mouth.