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 the DHW Inter-blaze title proudly around his waist. 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. The DHW Inter-blaze Champion, 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 arena 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. He would have been greeted with a microphone as the official knew that Trent had a few words to exchange tonight.
"At Inferno 30, two people went up against each other within a steel cage, with hopes of facing me for my Inter-blaze championship. The winner of that match was the same man who attacked me two weeks ago and left me a aching mess who still had to compete. I am still not one-hundred percent but I know for a fact that Pantera isn't either. So let me make this clear you uncanny piece of garbage."
Trent said the last part in an intense way as he was beginning to get infuriated with seeing Pantera's name alone, now he has to defend his championship against the man once again.
"It doesn't matter what you do at this point as I plan on keeping this title for a long time, and when I have a plan. Let's just say that my plans are usually fool-proof. Which excludes you from taking my title as you are the fool, in fool-proof."
Trent continued on this rant as he had a lot to get off his chest before he faced the man or did anything. He would have taken a breather, letting all this sink in as the crowd didn't know whether to cheer for him or boo him into the grave he supposedly is digging himself into, as non-believers of Trent would say. He continued.
"As for future contenders such as Knight, who is most likely going to show up in my face again, asking for the title but, you won't get the title. Just like anyone else who stands up to me in an effort-ed attempt to stop my reign, you will all stand up only to be thrown down into your own self made graves. Any person who stand's up to my self-made iron fist will be struck with it until I gain even more power within this company, along with my team-mates, my comrades, and my brothers."
Trent would take one last breath as this promo was almost over and he was more than likely about to wrap up his night.
"No matter who goes in my way, I will come out on the top, and if you want to try me, go ahead. We will see what will happen to the "threats" you throw at me."
Trent finished as he threw the microphone on the mat with a lot of force, loud enough to make a noise. He would than begin to head to the ropes, exit the ring, and go up the stage to leave to the back.
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 the DHW Inter-blaze title proudly around his waist. 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. The DHW Inter-blaze Champion, 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 arena 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. He would have been greeted with a microphone as the official knew that Trent had a few words to exchange tonight.
"At Inferno 30, two people went up against each other within a steel cage, with hopes of facing me for my Inter-blaze championship. The winner of that match was the same man who attacked me two weeks ago and left me a aching mess who still had to compete. I am still not one-hundred percent but I know for a fact that Pantera isn't either. So let me make this clear you uncanny piece of garbage."
Trent said the last part in an intense way as he was beginning to get infuriated with seeing Pantera's name alone, now he has to defend his championship against the man once again.
"It doesn't matter what you do at this point as I plan on keeping this title for a long time, and when I have a plan. Let's just say that my plans are usually fool-proof. Which excludes you from taking my title as you are the fool, in fool-proof."
Trent continued on this rant as he had a lot to get off his chest before he faced the man or did anything. He would have taken a breather, letting all this sink in as the crowd didn't know whether to cheer for him or boo him into the grave he supposedly is digging himself into, as non-believers of Trent would say. He continued.
"As for future contenders such as Knight, who is most likely going to show up in my face again, asking for the title but, you won't get the title. Just like anyone else who stands up to me in an effort-ed attempt to stop my reign, you will all stand up only to be thrown down into your own self made graves. Any person who stand's up to my self-made iron fist will be struck with it until I gain even more power within this company, along with my team-mates, my comrades, and my brothers."
Trent would take one last breath as this promo was almost over and he was more than likely about to wrap up his night.
"No matter who goes in my way, I will come out on the top, and if you want to try me, go ahead. We will see what will happen to the "threats" you throw at me."
Trent finished as he threw the microphone on the mat with a lot of force, loud enough to make a noise. He would than begin to head to the ropes, exit the ring, and go up the stage to leave to the back.
