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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

The match seemed to be taking a fierce turn, just the stare between the two superstars showed their whole story; it was personal. This all rooted from the Royal Rumble, the hate behind each two men's eyes for different reasons. Cartwright, a man of honor, hates Trent due to the fact he is not honorable in his eyes, he takes cheap shots and even resorts to kidnapping to get what he wants, Trent hating Cartwright because of the fact he is so happy and cheery all the time, always directly throwing a punch with a joke at him, in Trent's eyes, Cartwright was an annoyance who held what he deserved.

JR: "Oh boy, I can tell this will be a great match!"
King: "Yet it will, JR. Especially when Trent finally gets his moment in the spotlight!"
JR: "I think Trent has been hogging the spotlight for much too long, and is about to be burnt."

The stare of the two would continue, the tension being almost visible at this point as the two forces would be colliding soon with not a glare, but fists, kicks, and anything else in their disposal. The bell rang, yet, they continued to stay in this position as two chants would blurt out from the crowd. Two very annoying chants.

JAWS IS JAWESOME/WE WANT CARTWRIGHT
JAWS IS JAWESOME/WE WANT CARTWRIGHT

The chants would continue as Trent would show his displeasure by shaking violently and pointing at random parts of the crowd, yelling out at the best of his ability to stop it. Turning his back even, which was a bad idea for Trent. Despite everyone knowing that Cartwright was honorable, he would technically be doing his match and not blindsiding his opponent. With that mindset made, the Champion would rush in looking to send a huge forearm into the back of Trent.

JR: "Trent is not liking the chants made here tonight!"
King: "These fans don't appreciate anything. Trent does everything for their entertainment and he gets this? How rude!"
JR: "Well it see-- OH MY GOD! Cartwright taking it to Trent!"
King: "That's not fair, JR! Trent had his back turned!"

Immediately, he would fall within the corner, holding his upper back region and his head as well, trying to protect himself within the corner that Cartwright launched him into. The crowd would explode and it was about time for Cartwright to get his revenge while Trent was exactly where he wanted him.

The crowd was going crazy as each shot that Cartwright threw at Trent connected, each kick, each punch, each stomp, anything that Cartwright pitched at Trent would connect and stack up on the Anti-Christ who looked like he was out of the loop at this point.

The clothesline which planted Trent down had an effect on his chest, along with the chops that were also received. Finally, the running dropkick connected into the skull of Trent who would be thrown back near the barricade. Slowly, he would wave his arms around while his face was buried into the padding.

King: "This isn't fair JR! Trent wasn't ready and now he is being picked apart. You said Trent had no decency, but look at Cartwright right now!"
JR: "Trent deserved this if anything, King. He is getting his just desserts."

The official would have started a count as soon as the two left the ring, nobody really paid attention, but it was obvious now. It was at an eight count and it seemed all Cartwright had to do was enter the ring and let the count reach ten. Well, he would do something along those lines, but he would end up entering the ring, only to exit it to restart the count.

King: "Look at that JR! He wants to torture Trent, he doesn't even care about the match!"
JR: "Cartwright has taken this to heart and he looks to get rid of Trent once and for all in this match."

Cartwright exited the ring, looking to approach Trent who would have began to pick himself back up slowly with the support of the barricade. The People's Champion that was Cartwright looked to grab a hand full of Trent's hair, looking to move the Anti-Christ it seems. Where exactly? To the crowd's favorite spot of course, to the announcer's table!

JR: "Oh no, it seems Cartwright is looking to bring Trent over here!"
King: "This spells out trouble JR!"
JR: "Indeed it does, King!"

Crowd: "CARTY! CARTY! CARTY! CARTY! CARTY"

The crowd continued to go crazy. Trent has absorbed a lot of damage and he has been barely moving unless if it was by Cartwright's will, they all thought that Cartwright doing this would hurt him, but Trent would go through that table. Well, the people who thought that were wrong.

Just as Cartwright leaped, Trent would gain a second wind and throw himself off of the table, evading what could have been a definite end. Trent fell against the padding and Cartwright would launch himself through a table.

Crowd: "HOLY s**t! HOLY s**t! HOLY s**t!"

Despite loving Cartwright, the crowd could barely help themselves from chanting out the phrase that proves the spot is great. Of course, that chant would soon turn into chants of encouragement toward Cartwright or boos in the direction of Trent, but that didn't matter entirely right now, all that mattered was that Cartwright was down and out by his own hands.

King: "OH MY GOD! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!"
JR: "CARTWRIGHT WENT RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE!"

The Anti-Christ would begin to crawl toward the direction of the ring. Extending one arm out and scratching and clawing to finally get to a vertical base. After several moments of doing this, he reached his goal and pulled himself back to his feet with the assistance of the ring skirt and the ropes. Cartwright still not moving.

Once he was on his feet, Trent would roll inside the ring, another count started and it was at an eight again. He would enter the ring, only to leave it, seeing if he even did win the match, he wouldn't gain the title through count-out. Once he was on the outside and was able to stand, he would make his way to the downed Cartwright.

Throwing pieces of rubble and debris off, Trent would look to pick Cartwright up by his hair. Using all the effort he can in a fast rush, Trent would bring Cartwright up to his feet completely and lead him into the ring, just so he could push him inside. Once that action was done, Trent would roll inside the ring himself, looking to immediately get the pin on Cartwright.

One
Two
Thr--

JR: "Cartwright kicked out!"
King: "That was a slow count, JR!"

Crowd: "CARTY! CARTY! CARTY! CARTY! CARTY!"

Despite barely moving and hurting himself by placing himself through a table. Cartwright would kick out, showing that the Champion still had some fight left inside of him. Which was far from good in the case of Trent.

Once again, Cartwright kicked out of a move that should have put him away for good. One of the most perfectly performed superplexes ever, at least by Trent that is, and still only getting a two. The now frustrated challenger would bring his fist down on the mat, trying to release some anger so he doesn't screw himself over in the long run.

Thoughts would begin to run through the head of Trent. What could put him away if a failed moonsault and a perfect superplex couldn't. Well, it was obvious that something did come to his mind, a finishing move in his arsenal that Cartwright has tasted before multiple times.

The Anti-Christ picked himself up, no need to use support as he was feeling somewhat fresh after taking control, of course, his back hurt a bit due to the superplex, but everything else seemed like an annoyance that was just there. Once he got on his feet, he went into a corner, while Cartwright began to pick himself up.

King: "Oh boy, it's time for Trent to finally end this in record time!"
JR: "It seems like Trent is going for the Superkick."
King: "Yeah it does!"

Indeed, JR was correct, Trent was planning to end it with his finishing maneuver, the Superkick. Cartwright, after taking his time, would get to his feet and look in the general direction of Trent who would be sprinting at full speed right now, extending his leg up and-- WAIT

Just as Trent extended his leg, Cartwright would not only side-step the kick coming in his direction, but fully got behind Trent who would now be wide open. Cartwright who was now in position to take control, would do just that by beginning to pick Trent up onto his back. He was in a reverse fireman carry, and it seemed like the inevitable was about to happen, it seemed like Cartwright was about to land the Cartwright Crash, but Trent seemed to slip away from the fate that he faced, grabbing on to the ropes and clutching onto them.

The Champion would begin to try and jerk so Trent would lose his grip on the ropes, but seeing how persistent he was, mixed with the officials count, he would have to do it here. The Champion would look to throw Trent over the top rope for something along the lines of a Burning Hammer, but Trent would catch his feet on the apron slightly. Losing his footing for the most part, but catching the landing.

King: "Good ring awareness by Trent!"
JR: "Yeah, but it doesn't seem like Cartwright is done yet."

Cartwright wasn't done yet, seeing he ran back to the opposite set of ropes that Trent was clutching onto and beginning to go through to enter the ring. With a full head of steam, Cartwright rushed Trent who was in a position he shouldn't have put himself into, and nailed the Talented Trainwreck. The kick connected, causing Trent to completely fall on his face within the ring. What an awesome maneuver!

King: "OH NOOO!"
JR: "Cartwright taking control again!"