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Salem may be successful in landing some blows, but there would be a change in pace soon as a person who took a bump earlier by the hands of Salem would receive a second wind. The Archangel himself would begin to pick himself up slowly, rolling towards a set of ropes near where Salem was. However, he had to get the feeling back in his legs before he attacked blindly. That is why once he made it to the ropes, he would start the journey to his feet while he watched on, looking at Salem and everyone else on the outside. Trent had to claw back to the top, Jasper was the champion, and that brought a bad thought into his head knowing that this match could come to a close in the nearby future and that title will slip right out of his tight grasp.

The tired and beaten Trent would have made it to his feet, his legs a bit shaky but he was standing on his two feet. Slowly, given the position, the Archangel would take the next step and begin to step outside the ring and on to the apron. Of course this was a task that took a considerable amount of time but it was going to happen. Once it did, Trent would slowly sit down on the apron, placing his feet down on the padding that guarded the cement.

Trent would stand firmly after doing all these steps, and he saw before him two men who were down, leaving Raziel and Trent the only ones standing. However, Raziel was paying attention to something else currently which made him a perfect target. Trent would have hopped onto his feet, sprinting at Raziel, looking to flatten and level him with a vicious forearm to the back of the head. The forearm of Trent looking more like a weapon while the match progresses.

Raziel was now eliminated from the equation, and that left Trent and Salem who was looking down currently. The crowd would give their praise which Trent appreciated for a moment, however it was time for him to get his title. The Archangel approached Salem, looking to grab his arm and slowly bring him towards the ring. Seeing he was tired, he didn't have enough strength to summon a better hold as of right now, however he would try his best to bring Salem to the ring.

Trent did indeed, not see the lead pipe in the Copperhead's hand. However, he would feel it in mere moments when his head would feel it's brute force when Salem launched a shot at his skull. The pipe would connect, almost instantly dropping Trent on to his back, and on to the padding. There was no way that Trent could fight out of that. He may have faced fireballs, a grass cutter, and a brute beating by the literal hands of Jasper. But that one shot across the skull with the pipe was the cherry on the top, the move that could possibly concuss Trent and crown a new champion.

Slowly, the Copperhead would summon enough strength to throw the dazed Trent back into the ring. However, Trent was not completely out of it, he would actually begin to climb to a kneel. However, when he revealed his skull to the crowd in his dazed position the cut could be seen from the lead pipe's connection with his skull. Blood began to pour out the burnt man's skull, a crimson red would begin to paint the canvas while Trent reached out into nothingness, trying to find some sort of support. This looked bad for Trent, but he wouldn't go down just yet, he had conviction and he had to follow through with it even if it cost him a career. The crowd impressed and shocked by Trent popping back up slightly, just like Salem himself might be after heaving the man into the ring while he was pure dead-weight.