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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.

Tim's video would have played over the titantron and screens of many who would continue to watch Tim make his way down to the ring. Tim seems to be determined, but Trent is as well. It will surely be a battle of convictions here tonight, and one way or another, a winner will be crowned and the tournament will continue.

The official checked on both men, and seeing as they were both ready to knock the holy hell out of each other, he would sign for the bell. The bell would ring and immediately Trent placed both his hands up in the direction of Tim while he would say,

"Wait a moment."

After that small sentence, he dropped to the mat and rolled outside the ring, what did he have planned for the start of this match exactly? Well, it seems it had to with two chairs, because that is what Trent would pull out. Immediately after exposing the two chair's existence, he would throw them to the middle of the ring and instantly roll inside the ring himself.

If Tim was going to be a good sport, he would have waited and given Trent the chance to get back in the ring easily and go to the two chairs he had thrown inside the ring. If that were the case, Trent would take those chairs and set them up in the middle of the ring, taking a seat in one of them, leaving an empty seat in front of Trent who seemed to be inviting Tim to take the other seat. What is Trent thinking exactly? Will Tim take the seat or take the opportunity to take the less-likable Trent out?

Well the two were in position, but Tim was still confused. However, Trent wouldn't as he would have the biggest grin on his face as he would point to an official, shouting and requesting for a microphone which he would receive after a few moments passed. The crowd would look at both men awaiting the actual start of the match and what Trent was going to say, for once.

"Tim, just like you said, it's us two twin city boys duking it out and since you spoke about your conviction, and spoke about how you will beat me for a second time. Let's have a bit of fun before I kick your a**."

Tim's eyes would be lit up with intensity from what Trent said, simply saying he would kick Tim's a** would heighten his desire to beat Trent, but desire isn't enough.

"Right now, we will have an exchange. We will show who truly wants it and who is the tougher of the two when we exchange headbutts to one another. Me and you will give each other hell, and we will start going through hell as soon as we not only battered each other's brains out with each other's heads, but you will feel that migraine and continue to fight through it if you desire to win. Only on BBW, so let's start."

Tim wasn't fully prepared for this but that was the best part for Trent who would throw the microphone to the side and quickly tilted his head in a fast rate, looking to get the first headbutt in. It looks like this will be a long night, but interesting one.

It seemed he was up for it, he wanted it, Tim wanted Trent to continue and Trent would advance on the given chance. Except this time, he would not stop with just one headbutt. In the exact spot that Tim pointed, Trent would mark as a spot he would terminate.

Just like an animal who was given the chance to pounce and rip his prey apart, he would attack Tim with not one, but multiple headbutts at a rapid pace, not easing up even if he felt like his head was going to split open. This was his conviction, this was his desire. Trent was out for the win, he was out for the pain, and he was out here to show he was the dominant man in this match and in the company.

The fans were getting a treat tonight. Not only was there an epic exchange that is still continuing, but the crimson mask was now being worn by Tim who was where a grin that showed the whole story. He wanted more. Which is when finally, he threw a headbutt of his own.

The headbutt of Tim would connect with Trent who embraced, stumbling back slightly as it felt like his head now had a cut in it, or he had a migraine. However, he will not falter and he will not stop, his conviction will outweigh Tim's if Trent has anything to say.

The Anti-Christ looked to charge in after Tim, grab him by his skull, and smash his dome in with another headbutt, looking to deepen the given cut and let the blood continue to pour out.

Well, it seemed that Trent wasn't going to be the one breaking the cycle despite his tendencies to ruin great things. Tim, this time would break the chain of headbutts and landed a nearly perfect snap DDT which would slammed Trent's head into the Matt, causing Trent's body to flip over onto his back due to the impact of the maneuver.

It seemed like after that maneuver that Trent was out of it. His eyes were almost crossing into the back of his head, he was barely making any movements after this. It seems the head trauma added up and this was the result, however, don't count your chickens before they hatch as Trent was known for making comebacks despite the conditions.

Tim would leap up in the air, luckily for the fellow he had a high vertical leap, as he came back down and dropped a big fist onto Trent's face. Immediately, Trent's upper body would pop up, causing Trent to be in a sitting position on the mat, holding and hiding his skull which was a beat red color at this point.

That head was about to give in, but Trent is a man who knows his limits and will prevent it no matter the situation he is in. Now is obviously not the time seeing his opponent got a cheap shot, but it will happen soon, believe it.

Trent continued to stay in the given position, trying to start some motion by getting onto his knees and crawling to the ropes, which if he could even do, would be a painstaking task.