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(Ignore some of the entrance, some flaws in it.)

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. 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 wait.

Trent and Bad Boy would both make their entrances to the ring, leaving them to stare one another down in eagerness to go one on one, once again. These two have great chemistry in the ring, what Trent thought to believe, however just like everyone else, he was pale in comparison to "The Archangel". After several moments of waiting, the official knew the two were ready to go at it, thus he threw a signal to the bell keeper, and the bell keeper would strike the bell, signalling the start of the match. Trent exited the corner, keeping both his eyes on Bad Boy who was not only technical, but tricky in the ring, beginning to circle the ring. This fight would be a good fight, but how long could he endure before he lost in this match that had just began? Everyone, including Trent will find out as the match progresses.

The two would begin to circle the ring in about the same motion, or close to it. Until finally the two began to meet close to the middle of the ring where Bad offered the collar and elbow tie-up, which Trent would attempt, but he would look to change the hold almost immediately. Since Trent main concern was to make sure Bad Boy could not think clearly during this match, he might as well go for the skull of the experienced man, which Trent would do, attempting to extend his arms up to the head of Bad Boy and locking in a side head-lock. The crowd being a bit negative to both men in the arena at this time, but that wouldn't matter, seeing these two were being pit against one another in a match that has the potential of stealing the show.

Trent would have placed more pressure into the head-lock but to no avail. Instead he would have been pressed against the ropes and flung to the opposite side of the ring, coming back at Bad Boy off the rebound. Trent wasn't going to fall for any of his maneuvers so he looked to force Bad Boy fall down or be caught in an awkward knee in the air as Trent looked to leap in the air in hopes of reaching the ropes he originally came from.

Trent got what he wanted and jumped over the man, but he didn't notice the lack of space in where he jumped over Bad. He would have tried to grab the ropes and it didn't work, he still bounced right back at Bad Boy who used that amount of space to his advantage and lifted the 216 pound up and threw him over his head as if it were a simple task. Trent would fall against the mat, the sound of the connection on the mat was one which turned the stomachs of many. Trent would begin to convulse in the middle of the ring, trying to get back to his feet and remove the pain which his back would hold currently after the back body drop.

Trent could feel his back change into different shades of red within a few seconds. Bad would look to take advantage of a hurt animal and looked to pick Trent up with no haste, placing in a side head-lock. Trent would be in pain still, but he would look to bring Bad back to the ropes, pressing him against them back first than looking to throw the man to the opposite set of the ropes. But instead of standing in the middle of the ring, Trent would follow Bad with a delay of a few seconds, for when Bad Boy bounces off, stops, and turns around. The Archangel would look to take the head of Bad Boy's off with a hard clothesline off the rebound.

Trent not only showcased perseverance but some strength he had kept locked up. Basically turned Bad Boy inside out with a clothesline from out of nowhere in the eyes of the man who had received it. Trent would begin to hold his forearm which would begin to match the same shade as his back. The crowd would be stuck between the two men who were disliked in the community, but it looked like Trent was overall pulling the favor over the crowd with his athleticism. He wasn't used to this feeling that overwhelmed him when he actually heard cheers from the crowd towards him, adrenaline filling his veins, Trent would look to go towards the nearest turnbuckle, going through the middle rope and ascending it, while keeping his eye on Bad Boy who was now getting back to his feet.