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 Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 11:18 am
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 2:01 pm
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; Carry on by Avenged Sevenfold would hit the PA system   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, and then walked to the left side and looked in the crowd. Trent would then walk on the right side of the stage, and have a devious smile. Trent would than walk to the middle of the stage and raise both arms in the styling that looked like a cross, as pyrotechnics would come from both left and right sides of the stage. Trent would stay in that position for a few seconds as he would than lower his hands as the pyrotechnics would stop as the crowd would love it. Trent would than take a stroll down the ramp
Announcer: This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing at this time, from St Paul Minnesota, weighing at 216 Pounds, TRENT!
Trent would keep 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 a normal black belt around his black and white striped pants. He would also have a black T-shirt with the wording Saturday Night's Light which can be purchased in TNWFshop.com. Trent would yell at the arena: "GIVE ME THE RESPECT I DESERVE". As the fans would once again either boo or cheer at what they heard and saw.
Trent would once again continue 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 cheering and booing at his presence. Trent would have a smile on his face, as Trent turned around and jumped on top of the turnbuckle. Trent would look around and see the thousands in attendance seeing them cheering and booing at him, Trent 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.
After a few moments, Trent would jump off the turnbuckle and head to the closest corner to the bell keepers area. He would ask and receive a microphone as he looked at the audience in attendance. Trent raised the mic and began to speak. "Last week, I defeated Jack Arson in a No-Disqualification match. And I won. There is no doubt that a 200 pound newbie defeating a big man such as Jack shows amazing feats of talent." Trent said gloating. "And if you still don't believe me, let me show you my talent tonight. When I go head to head with my opponent tonight" Trent said as he gave his microphone to the official and threw his shirt into the audience. Waiting for his opponent to show
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Posted: Sat Dec 21, 2013 6:29 pm
Trent's opponent didn't show up. The crowd impatient and Trent would be as well. Trent would exit his corner and go against the set of ropes closest to the ramp and point down to the entrance ramp. Yelling and asking where is his opponent
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 10:09 pm
The twanging of a familiar guitar drowned the arena in torpor as chords and cheers nearly brought the roof down. A lone spotlight shone at the top of the stage as an elevator in the center of the ramp rose a man sitting in a rocking chair. With an acidic expression on his face, the old man rolled his eyes at the announcement. "And his opponentt, from the Land of the Setting Sun weighing in at two hundred and thirty-one pounds, he is the OECW Seasons Champion: Shadooow!"As he rocked in his chair, the music thumped the hearts of those in attendance, and it led his tired feet to bring him standing. His music in full swing, Shadow stood up as those in attendance began to experience the "Fear of a Blank Planet". Sunlight coming through the haze
No depths in the blinds
To let it inside
The bed is unmade
Some music still plays
TV, yeah it's always on
The flicker of the screen
A movie actress screams
I'm basking in the s**t flowing out of it
I'm stoned in the mall again
Terminally bored
Shuffling round the stores
And shoplifting is getting so last year's thing
My X-box is a god to me
A finger on the switch
My mother is a b***h
My father gave up ever trying to talk to me
Casually, Shadow made his way to the ring. Climbing through the ropes, he took to the center of the ring. He turned around looking at the various sections of the audience, eventually eyes making their way to the center of the ring. Shaking his head, Shadow cocked his head back and shot a puff of Black Mist into the air to the delight of the crowd. He took to a corner with gaze shifting between his opponent and the crowd.
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 10:21 pm
Shadow had now made his entrance. Trent starred across at the man. This man being a major player in the industry. And Trent was going to show his dominance. The bell rang as Trent exited the ring immediately. Staring directly at Shadow who he had to be careful of
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Posted: Mon Dec 23, 2013 6:43 pm
Shadow unclasped his belt and handed it off to the ref before getting things under way. Trent seemed to be impatient so this would be a good opportunity to see how far things could be pushed before going over the limit. Shadow eased up towards the center of the ring and invited Trent to lock-up.
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Posted: Mon Dec 23, 2013 6:51 pm
Trent followed Shadow's pace to the middle of the ring. As the two met up in a collar and elbow tie-up.
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2013 9:36 am
[I deleted your post because, as I stated in the announcement of this card, there will be no auto-hits or auto-wins on this card. It's the holidays, people have things going on.]
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 5:16 pm
((Back from the holidays))
Now locked in the tie-up, Shadow would normally go for the waist lock but all things considered from size and spunk decided ground and pound would be better. Opting for the latter, Shadow aimed to drive a foot into Trent's abdomen and follow up with a knee lift to the face.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 5:40 pm
Shadow's leg extended and would connect with the gut of Trent, making the hold release and Shadow free to strike. Which he would do, as he followed with a knee lift that caught the jaw of Trent. Trent would stumble back slightly and than afterwards fall, but he would not let this be an upset, as he would attempt to stop the onslaught that Shadow was unveiling by rolling under the ropes, onto the apron
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 5:55 pm
Shadow cocked his head as Trent was already retreating. He threw his arms up to either side of him and looked between the crowds wondering what exactly was going on. He took two steps back and wiggled a finger at Trent.
"C'mon, son, can't beat me out there!
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 6:03 pm
Trent would have grabbed the second leveled ropes and pulled on them. Bringing himself back to his feet while still on the apron. Once he met it to his feet. He would be taunted by Shadow. Saying I can't beat him while he was here. Which was true, but it wasn't like he was fleeing. Just getting back to his feet so the match could presume. Slowly, Trent placed his leg through the second and third rope and would enter the ring. Watching Shadow as he began to circle around him.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 6:12 pm
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, the wily veteran licked his lips as Trent began to circle. Following him with his head he waited for a moment and then took a dashing start, aiming to clothesline Trent to the mat.
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