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It seems the crowd has been pretty vocal. A lot of programming and promos for such a small show. But, it was about to get a little bit bigger. The lights would dim as a theme of a an old face would hit the PA System.

Left Alone by Zero 9:36

Trent would begin to walk out the stage after the drop within the song. Getting a pretty solid response from the crowd who remember Trent for having moments where he would return for a small set of time before fading away again. A ghost within the business.

Trent made his way down the ramp, having a smile on his face and giving fans some highfives until he makes it down ringside, where he would go past the ring toward the time keeper area. He would retrieve a microphone and then, roll under the bottom rope into the ring.

His music would cut as there was cheers through the crowd filling in his time before he would speak for the first time in awhile!

"Thank you, everyone of you. From the days old where I was one of the many faces you would see on normal scheduling every month. And to those who continued after my decline of attendance and, to be honest, my interest."

Trent said with a grimace. Knowing how bad it sounds.

"I said it. And even to this day, I love the business and I love wrestling. But that has always been the case. I can't maintain my interest. That is why, I need someone to come out here. I need a familiar face to reignite the passion I once had. To give me newfound life and push me past limits that have been roadblocked until this point."

Trent would say as it seems like this is an open challenge or maybe even a cry for help to someone in the back who he has had some history with

The person who answered was definitely not who he expected, but he does remember his Butler counterpart well.

"Well, this face is familiar. But when I called out, I wasn't expecting a spoof of myself. You claim to be better than me, but yet you don a title that was used to belittle me and use it proudly. You aren't better than me. You are the personification, literally, of my lowest point."

Trent would pat his sad counterpart on the shoulder twice while facing him.

"You are right on one thing. You are here, because I couldn't be depended on anymore. But since you have been around so long, that signifies that this business surely did need me, even if it was at my lowest. So thank you for the pick me up."

Trent then pushed him slightly.

"But as far as amphetamines and everything else. I think you should step back and reflect on what you say, before you speak. Otherwise I will show you and everyone else, what the original Trent is capable of."

It seems the rather comedic grunt he had once known has gotten more serious, at least in the face of the person who has made him.

"There is one thing that has been consistent with me through the years of these times. That being that everyime I left, it was through my own decision. And if it is too happen again, it will be through my own decision. If you think you can can defeat me and keep me out for good, I beg you to try."

Trent would say as he tossed the microphone to the wayside. Getting serious himself now, as the joke has run on now, for far too long.

The match would begin and Trent would instantly eat a slap from his spoof. Causing him to stumble one step backwards. And like he asked, the passion was reignited as Trent looked to tackle down his opponent and send as many haymakers at him as possible!

Trent would continue to hammer down strikes until the official would try to separate the two. Trent having a different aura about himself after the slap from the Butler man!

Trent would get spit on, as he looked to brush past the official and try to start sending hail marys once again. Very obviously losing his cool!

Trents jaw would get rocked by the Butler after the official butted in once again. Causing Trent to fall back to the ropes to a knee

Trent would fall back into the ropes as he would be choked as the official began to warn and start the count for Butler Trent!