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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. 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 wore that smug smile while listening to the crowd and Cartwright, who all want to see Jaws. Finally, after the chants died down, Trent would take the microphone from Cartwright's hands without asking for it, doing so disrespectfully.

JR: "He doesn't even have the decency to ask for the microphone!"

King: "Cartwright asked where he was, of course he needs a microphone!"

Trent scratched his head with his free hand, while bringing the microphone to his mouth.

"You know Cart, I did say I was going to release Jaws. However, I wanted something from you first."

The crowd began to start the 'We Want Jaws' chants again, only for Trent to yell at them, abruptly stopping them.

"ENOUGH WITH THOSE CHANTS!"

It seems like the audience wasn't fond of that, but they should know that Trent can make Shadow Colt do whatever he wants to Jaws.

"You will all shut your mouths, or I will make Shadow Colt staple Jaws mouth shut, and ultimately end up throwing him into the ocean where he belongs, with an anchor tied to his leg to make sure he stays there."

JR: "By God! Trent here has no human decency at all. Jaws doesn't deserve this!"

King: "Jaws has been getting in Trent's way since the Royal Rumble, he deserved this!"

The crowd continued to boo at Trent, but staying quiet at this point.

"Cartwright, we have a deal and I will keep my end of the deal if you do what I want you to do. I want you to fight me for your spot, right here, right now. After I win the match and get what I deserve, I will release Jaws with no further harm than that which was already exposed to him."

Trent lowered the microphone, offering it to Cartwright while muttering to him that he can end all the suffering. The crowd were stuck between Yes and No for what Cart should do, but he had to think quick.

Trent exited the ring immediately, panicking at the fact his opponent for tonight was heading to the back to save Jaws. The chase was on while both exited the main arena.

There's a camera crew backstage who had their equipment set up luckily to showcase everything happening over the titantron for the fans who bought seats tonight, and showing many at home what was truly happening backstage. Which was Cartwright a few yards ahead of Trent, running to the Parking Lot it seems which is where the footage showed Jaws tied to the back seat of a car.

JR: "Trent is still chasing after Cartwright who is coming to Jaws rescue."

King: "That's right, you get him Trent!"

JR: "Oh, shut up Jerry."

Cartwright was running out of fumes, which is where Trent looked to capitalize, pushing himself by looking to tackle Cartwright just before he could make it into the Parking Lot Area, looking to spear him into the wall that was ahead of the two men.

No matter how much fatigue he will face, he had to get what he wanted first before he could rest. Trent needed to be guaranteed that Wrestlemania spot and he didn't care what it took. The question is, could the man stop Cartwright who was just a few yards away from saving the man who had been a pain in Trent's side since the Royal Rumble?

JR: "It looks like Trent and Cartwright might get into a fight after all, Jerry!"

King: "Cart did it now!"

The two men were close to Jaws, but they needed to be closer to the ring. Trent took the shots, stumbling back slightly and losing his grip. That was until the Archangel hooked onto his opponent for dear life, pulled him away from the wall, and looked to hit a belly-to-belly suplex to throw him onto the cement. The reason he does this is to suppress his opponent from sending any more shots while he is pinned down still. The match never started and Trent wanted the title so bad, he could literally taste it when he was within the ring. The circumstances changed though and that taste that once filled his mouth was replaced with a sour taste as Cartwright booked it to the back, painting the current scene.

Cartwright would be down for the moment, giving Trent the time to climb over his opponent, pinning him down. Of course, this wasn't a pin for the three count like he wants, but he pinned Cart and his arm's down, as if he were attempting to keep his opponent neutralized and under his control. If Cart continued to fight back, the Archangel would look to throw multiple punches to the skull of his opponent, unrelenting shots that will due some damage to even the mightiest of men.

King: "Ooooh boy, Trent throwing some stiff punches. He really knows what he's doing, JR!"

JR: "He sure does, and what he's doing is making an a** of himself by not only beating Cartwright down, but keeping Jaws locked up!"

Trent would utter under his breath whilst sending punches in a voice of semi-exhaustion.

"Just. Give. Me. What. I. Want!"

Trent indeed did tire himself out, but Cartwright was only human himself and had to be exhausted from the run to the backstage. Trent took a quick breather while following his opponent from behind whilst crawling.

King: "Oh my god, they are so close JR!"

JR: "Will Cartwright be able to save Jaws!?"

Cartwright was only moments away from getting into the parking lot area, but Trent looked to keep Cart down by getting to his feet in a flash and delivering an axe-handle to the back of the Royal Rumble winner's head, throwing everything he has got at Cartwright!

King: "Oh, so close!"

JR: "You have to hand it to Cart regardless, as he is putting up with this torture to save another man!"

The axe handle would connect with precision, finally putting a stop in Cartwright's tracks. Trent, who was heaving at this point, looked to get back to his feet, putting all his fatigue to the side. Slowly, the Archangel rose and conspired, trying to think how he could bring Cart back to the ring to start the match that he deserved. No man deserved that Royal Rumble win but Trent, and the thief Cartwright took the spot from him. Seconds would pass and Trent began to check his surroundings while keeping his eye on Cart.

JR: "It looks like Trent is looking for something!"

King: "Something to take Cartwright out with. For good!"

JR: "Oh King, spare us."