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Bad Boy grabbed Trent and pulled him away from the ring, only to embrace Trent, looking to bring his knee into the man's ribs, which it did. Trent, the second largest athlete in this match, would have his ribs pulverized by the knee from Bad Boy which caused him to double over and fall to his knees.

Bad kept his hand on the head of Trent in the given position, basking in the glory for one moment, the next bringing that deadly fist against Trent's skull with a deadly strike. One that would connect with precision.

The Anti-Christ would completely fall back from the shot, being a laid out position with his legs and arms spread out while he was on his back, showing the effects of the deadly shot which Bad Boy, the largest man in this match, would have shot.

JR: "Oh my, down goes Trent completely!"

King: "I don't know whether to cheer for Trent or Bad Boy at this point, JR. One thing for sure is, this is an awesome match!"

It's sad to see that Bad Boy began to lean toward the fans attention more than keeping his eyes on the match and on Trent, for a matter of fact. Because if you give a person who feeds off opportunity some time, he will take that given time and use it against you. Which is what happened.

Bad Boy finally turned around and began to try and move Trent, however, he would be meeting with a move that no man wishes they would meet, that being a full-forced low blow, Trent looking to destroy the nether regions of Bad Boy.

King: "OH NO!"

JR: "What a dirty fighter, and what a strike to the family jewels!"

Like the saying goes, the larger they are, the harder they fall. Bad Boy who took a big uppercut to the nether regions would fall down, holding that region in pain. It looks like paying attention to the crowd and feeding off their responses wasn't such a bright thing to do in the long run.

Trent slowly began to pace himself back to his feet, knowing he has all the time in the world to get back to his feet due to the fact that Bad Boy, the Champion, was finally down due to the maneuver. What a relief.

King: "It looks like Trent is standing tall now! Look at him, JR!"

JR: "I can see him perfectly fine, even though I wish I couldn't."

King: "Don't be so rude, JR. You know you love Trent more than anyone else!"

JR: "Is that a fact, King?"

With the given position of Bad Boy in a knelt position and Trent standing tall, with the light-tubes behind him, what better maneuver to put the tubes to use than a good old-fashioned suplex?

Trent began to place his arms in position, one around the back of Bad Boy's neck while the other one grabbed onto the waistline of his pants. The Anti-Christ looked to bring Bad Boy up to his feet, then after that, proceeding to lift him up and back down for a suplex through the light-tubes that lied on the platform behind him.

JR: "What is Trent trying to do here?"

King: "I don't know, JR. But it is bad news!"

Up went Bad Boy and through- wait a second, Bad Boy didn't go through the light-tubes, but instead caught his feet behind Trent before being suplexed into the pile. However, the sequence wasn't over just yet, because it was time for Trent to take a ride up into the air. Bad Boy would attempt a back suplex.

Key word: Attempt. Because when Trent was thrown in the air, his senses would kick in, his environmental awareness would kick in and he instantly looked to grab for the nearest thing to him, the same thing that Cartwright couldn't grab when he was in the clutches of Trent; the ropes.

Trent looked to grab onto the ropes, yanking himself out of the position and into the ring. It was an amazing sight to see and a lucky coincidence that the two were close enough to the ring for Trent to grab onto the ropes, but with Trent, there is a way.

JR: "Oh my, what a close call!"

King: "That's just how good Trent is, and that's why Cartwright is down!"

JR: "You know that isn't why, King."