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The Arena went quiet, emotions would be spread throughout the arena from the various people in attendance, as they were waiting and holding their signs up waiting for there favorite wrestlers to come out. As the crowd was being impatient; Heart of Courage by Two Steps from Hell would hit the PA system. Getting a reaction


The fans would look at the entrance ramp as well as listen to the theme of Trent as they would express there opinions which mainly would be boo's, although from certain parts of the arena would be cheers or boo's for the other competitor he would be facing. Trent would come out with a smirk on his face, the fans would be on there feet expecting a great match whether they liked or disliked the man making his entrance at this time, seeing as he had made history various times as well as, participated in great matches. Trent would walk on the stage with a confident grin smeared on his face. He would have walked to the left side and looked in the crowd than the right side of the stage, and have a devious smile. Trent than began walk to the middle of the stage and raise both arms in the styling that looked like a cross as pyrotechnics spewed out from both left and right sides of the stage. Trent would stay in that position for a few seconds as he progressively lower his hands as the pyrotechnics would stop as the crowd would love it. Trent would than take a stroll down the ramp taking his time and eating up the emotions of the crowd.

Announcer: Introducing at this time. From St Paul Minnesota, weighing in tonight at 216 Pounds, TRENT!

Trent kept a straight face as he stopped, not even midway of the ramp as he would look around the arena at the screaming fans. Trent would be wearing the original look. He wore a robe down. Almost everything being blocked except for the black goth pants, and some boots, as well as his new piece of gold around his waist. He looked with a grimace towards the fans, being annoyed by each and every one of those hypocritical pieces of s**t, that they knew they were.

Trent once again continued walking. He made a left turn and got on the stairs climb on step by step, and walked on the apron. Trent would turn around and look at the crowd behind him, looking at the fan signs and the people booing at his presence. Trent for a feint moment, changed that grimace into a smile , as Trent turned around and jumped on top of the turnbuckle. Trent would look around and see the thousands in attendance seeing them mainly booing at him. Trent however, was loving the response to the feedback he had been receiving from the people in attendance. Trent looking as confident as ever, entering the match here tonight.

Trent took his robe off and placed it to the outside, after doing so Trent climbed onto the apron and entered the ring, following he would enter the corner and waiting.

Trent looked ahead of him seeing that a big threat was ahead of him. Roman Reigns stepping up to the plate after Trent's loss against Brock Lesnar, which went sour real quick. Tonight was the night to get some frustration out and it looked like Roman would be it. The official would check on both men, giving the sign to the official, finally the bell ringing to end the sequence.

Trent followed the pace Roman had set up, however when it came to meeting horns and horns with Roman, things weren't going to go easy for him. Instead of going for the collar and elbow tie-up, Trent looked to raise his hands, only to bring them down, getting behind Roman, while placing his arms around his waist within a tight lock. If successful, his speed would have allowed him to put Reigns into a waist-lock.

Ater the waist-lock was put in, it seemed like it was almost completely broken. This of course, being the strength of the brute of the former stable known as the Shield. But what Trent lacked in brute strength, he would excel in speed and environmental awareness, which he would use to his advantage. The man's arms would be separated and the lock would be broken, but Trent still had the upper-hand of being behind the man, which is why he looked to aim a quick kick to the back of Roman's right knee.

Down Roman went to a kneel, just like the grasp that Roman had on the arms that broke the waist-lock. The crowd would begin to throw boo's around the arena. Trent soaked it in for a moment, only to run to the ropes on the left side of Roman, bouncing off of them the Archangel attempted a dropkick to the skull of Reigns.

Trent bounced off the ropes towards his opponent who popped back to his feet, lifted him in the air, and brought him down onto his back in a not-so-lightly fashion.

The official would drop to the mat, slapping the mat two times, but Trent breaking the cover by raising his shoulder up.