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Suddenly, the swing of momentum would turn back towards Trent, capitalizing on Salem's inability to get off the rookie's shoulders by slamming him into the canvas with a savage Samoan Drop! Ropes rattling from the impact, the crowd cheered at the unexpected counter even though it was at the cost of their beloved former champion, who was writhing in pain following the impressive maneuver. His shoulder, his spine, they ached all over again, and this time Salem seemed slower to recover as he weakly kicked his legs, reaching out to grasp at the nearby bottom rope with hopes of pulling himself to a better position!

Getting a grip on the bottom rope, Salem pulled himself out of the ring from the opposite side that Trent had departed from, leaving Salem hunched over on the matted concrete where he couldn't see that Trent was sifting through the pile of weapons. All Salem was concerned with at the moment was getting his breath, regaining his stamina, getting back into the fight and putting Trent down for good - things he could only accomplish if he had time to recover, which he tried to draw out by beginning a slow pace around ringside towards his opponent's position. Each step felt like it was weighed down with a cinderblock, but Salem still pressed on - unwilling to give up, even if he wasn't armed. But as he turned the corner to the side Trent was occupying, his eyes caught attention to the fire extinguisher in his hands. Croft paused in his steps, standing at the corner while Trent stood amidst the pile of weapons that'd been offered up by the audience earlier in the fight. Unsure if he should arm himself first or just advance, he hesitated while staring down the adversarial upstart.

Before he could react, Trent brandished his weapon and started spewing smoke all across ringside - the hose, spewing fog like the arena was descending into the realm of 'Silent Hill'. This wasn't a video game, though, and it was likely someone would end up getting hurt as Trent charged into the cloud he'd created, the fans unable to see just what was taking place in the plume of smoke that had stretched from the barricade to nearly the middle of the ring. Anxious, worried, nervous, the fans let out jeers for Trent's attitude and pleas for Salem's safety while they waited for the smoke to settle!

Truly, as the smoke cleared it became obvious that Salem wasn't to be found at ringside where Trent had been ready to attack...but rather, the crafty Copperhead had snuck onto the mat during the fogging attempt, and was now perched up on the top turnbuckle of the corner Trent stood! Fans cheering as they finally started to see Salem's silhouette made apparent, Croft wasted no time in trying to leap off at Trent and catch him by the neck - hoping to twist and bring his head down into the exposed concrete that'd been pulled up earlier with his signature maneuver, the Sidewinder DDT!

As Trent's skull bounced against the concrete, the audience erupted with cheers for Salem, having overcome the adversity of the situation to catch his opponent by surprise with a lethal-looking signature maneuver! Sitting up to his knees, "The Copperhead" placed his hands to the cement and soaked in the moment, trying to muster up some strength to take advantage of the momentum and get this job done. Pushing himself up to a vertical base while Trent was still out cold, Croft approached the nearby barricade and leaned against it, sweat dripping from his brow as he eyed a police officer in the front row near to them. Glancing down at the man's taser and cuffs, Salem gestured to the trinkets idly with one hand and asked a simple question:

"Do you mind?"

Without hesitating, the cop smiled and unfastened the tools of Trent's undoing from his utility belt, perhaps more willing to help Salem against a guy who'd so blatantly disrespected a woman earlier for the same reason. Turning back towards Trent, "The Copperhead" approached with a staggered limp, looking to thrust the tip of one of his steel-toed boots into the lad's ribs, hoping to roll him over onto his stomach while his hands were occupied with his new goodies!

Now with Trent on his back, Salem could do what he'd aimed to the moment he'd saw that flash of gold off the officer's shield in the crowd - and that was kneel down and begin handcuffing the rook's wrists behind his back. With Trent so disoriented, it was doubtful he'd offer much resistance to being shackled, but if "The Copperhead" managed to make the cuffs click he'd turn his attention to the other object in his possession...the black, phone-sized taser that'd been given to him courtesy of the Louisville P.D. Fans already anticipating what would come next, the building would rattle with cheers as Salem flipped the device on - creating a continuous spark of electricity at the tip - before jabbing it down and jolting Trent with a few thousand volts square to the back!

Salem didn't stop until the smell of searing flesh started to singe his nostrils, an ample number of red whelps having formed on Trent's back where the electrodes had made contact with skin. Though Trent was unhappy - or at least, he would've been had he still been conscious - the fans had been gleeful at the brutality on display for them at the hands of their favorite son. Salem had turned a new leaf it appeared following his defeat of Ryan Killman, and as he grabbed Trent by the hair and started dragging him across the ground towards the apron, he sure looked as though not even Hell could hold back the viciousness that had been unleashed within the young man's soul. It was difficult, trying to pull Trent up to the apron and roll him back onto the mat, but "The Copperhead" completed this challenge - slipping back into the ring to a chorus of praise as he crawled towards the center of the ring...towards his prone, passed-out prey...