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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.

Both combatants made their entrance and had both feet inside the ring, the intentions being that they want to win this match. Trent mainly wants a win due to the loss from last show by Awesome Face, the weirdo and psychopath who brought out an actual child for an edge. The official checked on Trent, who confirmed he was ready for this match that might just outshine every other match.

The bell would toll a total of three times, the match started, and Trent followed the pace of movement that Marshall would set. Within a second the two would have met in the middle of the ring, where Marshall offered a lock-up, in which Trent would accept. Usually, Trent would use the speed he had as an assist and get behind his opponent, but in this match, he would rather see who had more power between the two masses. Slowly, Trent inched into the lock-up, trying to overpower his opponent into the ropes, the five pound weight difference being just a small factor.

The stomp would indeed take away the attention and intentions he had on Marshall, causing the lock-up to break, and for a new one to be formed with Trent's arm being grabbed and twisted. Instantly, a feeling of shock would run through the arm, causing Trent to move back to the ropes, getting a solid grip on the rope, looking to do a flip in the opposite direction the arm was being twisted. If successful, he would look to return the favor by twisting the arm of his opponent back, removing his hand from the ropes to add some leverage.

Trent was successful in his attempt, but he wasn't done with the hold he was given. He would tighten it even more by going under and twisting the arm even more, surely making Marshall feel the tension on that arm build up. Once that was done, Trent looked to yank the twisted arm, adding more damage to that arm as he looked to bring Marshall to the corner, if any fight was to be seen from his opponent, another yank on the arm would suffice, wouldn't it?

Marshall was showing some athleticism as well in the form of maneuvers to fully escape the wrist-lock which almost backed the man into the corner. Almost doesn't cut it though, as the hold was broken, Trent would meet uncomfortably with a dropkick, and fall inside the turnbuckle corner which was meant for Marshall. The slick bugger escaping the jaws of death this time, but he couldn't avoid it forever.

(I wasn't exactly in a seated position, but it's fine.)

Marshall measured up Trent who had just fallen to a dropkick previously, only to grab on to the ropes beside the turnbuckle, get some air time, and thrust his feet into the chest of the Archangel all in succession as the Triple Dropkick within the corner would connect. Trent, who's chest would meet badly with the dropkick, immediately exited the corner after the contact, beginning to cough aggressively as if his lungs were impacted by the move. After the outbursts of coughs, Trent would hold his chest, thinking on how he could come back in this match.