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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 not enter the corner, but took the microphone from Tim's hands. His theme song would stop, leaving Trent staring at Tim with cold eyes, in the middle of the ring.

"I know who you are Tim, and I know what you can do. You say you haven't shown your true capabilities."

Trent would have said the same lines that Tim had said just moments before Trent's entrance.

"Honestly, I think that is a load of garbage. However, I have been on a roll as of late until a certain behemoth crossed me, who will get what he deserves in the future. But for now, Tim, I will force you to bring out your best. I don't want you to hold any punches, I don't want you to hold back, and I definitely don't want a sob story for when I am the one who beats your a** around this squared circle known as my yard."

Trent said his lines cleverly with a confident tone. After it was apparent he was done, Trent handed Tim the microphone with force, pushing it into his gut. Instantly after doing so, he would enter his corner, awaiting for Tim to finish speaking and for the a** kicking to start.

Tim would have darted out of his corner and attacked a man who's back was turned to him. This was a great deal of disrespect from the man, but it was also smart, Trent couldn't hold that against him.

However, when Trent fell down, he looked to protect himself by wrapping his arm around his head, trying to avoid any more damage, as he would be down on the mat dazed from the previous forearm strike.

Each strike would connect with a bit of resistance to the damage he would have originally sustained, placing his hands by his head would do that of course.

But Trent wanted to escape the clutches of Tim before all the added punches added some sort of significant damage, looking to roll out of the ring, setting up a few blind-spots, but he was already close to the ropes, and getting out should be easy in the given predicament.

Tim was looking to deliver a lot of damage, but due to Trent's ring awareness he would barely escape a gruesome fate. The Archangel would fall outside the ring.

Slowly he would try to pick himself up, even if it meant he would fall against the barricade, he had to be on his feet and alert of Tim. Otherwise he was fighting a lost battle.

Tim was shocked to see he missed the shot that could have taken Trent out, but Trent would be equally shocked after the following maneuver.

Trent would have walked away from the barricade after he had gained balance, only to look up into the skies seconds later, with his face meeting a dropkick which packed a hard punch, or kick, literally speaking.

The high risk maneuver did indeed pay off, landing his feet perfectly against the skull of Trent to take him down for a good sum of time without killing his opponent.

Tim would begin to make his way to his feet, but Trent was unable to do so currently. Instead of getting up, he would be lying on the mat in a motionless state, feeling the pain spread through the area where the kick landed.

Once again, Tim looked to make another aerial maneuver. It wasn't enough to damage Trent to the point where it seemed he was incapacitated, no. Tim had to truly take care of Trent.

However, Trent looked to make a quick comeback and lift one knee up into the path of Tim. Of course, not all impact would be avoided, but some damage would be inflicted on Tim's ribs.