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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 obviously was intimidated by the larger man who occupied the ring, however, success is driven by intimidation and/or fear. The Archangel had to step up to the bat and do what he has done to countless other Giants of the ring, which is level them. Of course, this is a new challenger with a new style, so we will see what is in store.

At the time, Asimov seemed to try and work mind games in with just simple breathing. The bell would ring and Trent had to shake off any doubts in his mind, immediately exiting his corner and approaching Asimov who was still standing within his corner, breathing inward and outward at a steady rate.

The collar and elbow tie-up was offered, but if Trent were too accept it, he would certainly be overpowered by the behemoth in front of him. Instead, Trent looked to take a different approach that was used commonly in matches that differed in weight classes.

The Archangel looked to get behind the big man who offered the hold. If he was successful, he looked to place in a waist-lock to stabilize him as well as he could.

Of course, Asimov has to raise his foot to deliver the stomp that was going to come in. However, Trent spotted the movement by the leg. So once that leg was in the process of doing something, that there could be a counter to it.

The counter that came to the mind of Trent when the foot was raised for the stomp was to immediately alleviate the waist-lock and go for the leg, attempting to send a knee into the back of the patella if the leg that wasn't raised.

Of course it was a good strategy, but Asimov is no ordinary man and the maneuver might not work as well as it has in the past.

The large athlete dropped to a kneel like Trent hoped for him to do so. Immediately, Trent rushed his prey and looked to send elbows.

However, instead of Trent sending elbows, it would be Asimov who threw an elbow, landing into the gut of the Archangel. Who would then fall over, on the verge of throwing up his lunch.

While Trent was on the verge of puking his its out, Asimov made his way back to his feet, beginning the hunt to take Trent out.

A stomp was sent and connected to the ankle of Trent, causing him to squirm around uncomfortably. At least the pain in his stomach subsided for now.