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A once illuminated room would begin to lose that light, and with it, lost this feeling of happiness and, instead, replaced it with that of something dark. Something that drew something out from the hearts of thousands in attendance for this spectacular event. What the hell was going?

The sound of footsteps could be heard, slow, calculated steps that would begin to make it's way closer to the source of amplification. Until finally, the titantron would explode with life, flaring up the titantron of a wrestler who has done it all, from winning World Titles, to fighting the very best that each place had to offer. All while coming out to a song that kept those in the arena feeling that same amount of sorrow and dread that originally resided. That very song was, "Behind Blue Eyes" the Limp Bizkit version of the song which had a bit more of a rock touch to it in comparison to the original Who version.

Despite the song playing and the stage coming to life, there was still a lingering feeling of despair for some reason. It was haunting, almost chilling to the bone that such an awful person could leave a more depressing feeling than anything else.

As the music would continue, with the titantron to mash up with the song, the man himself would emerge from the back, taking slow steps that were heard in the background of the PA just moments ago. He was sporting his normal attire which consisted of tight black pants, with the shirt he stepped in the business with, saying, "Archangel" on the front. The Anti-Christ not only reverting back to his old name, but it seemed that he had the old attitude of cold to the touch and thirsty for success.

He would keep pacing down the ramp, stopping once every few steps to evaluate every face in the crowd, taking his time before he hit that ring to do whatever he planned to do, whether it be to break the man's neck, or put on a performance like that has never been seen, and with that very though being processed by the commentators who were trying to figure out what the man was going to do when he hit that ring., he would continue walking, making his way to the ring.

Finally, he reached ringside, in which he turned a sharp left, and fastening his pacing of steps as he climbed each steel step, making his way to the center of the apron, and entering the ring to greet with his fellow competitor who seemed to be almost as ready as Trent was for this match.

The two would exchange glances that were anything but friendly. Upon the opening bell Cart looked to throw a few forearms, which would connect, but Trent would look to meet cart with a few forearm smashes of his own. Locking the two into a battle in the center of the ring.