Trent would be back in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Sitting in an undisclosed location.
Pacing back and forth in front of a steel chair. A few seconds go by and finally Trent sits down, grabs his phone from his pocket, and ends up sending a call, leaving it on speaker.

"Come on... Come on."

The phone would ring five times and just as Trent was about to end the call out of frustration, there was an answer.

"Hey. Hey. Hey, thanks for picking up. Don't want to stretch this out more than I need to. But I thought about everything that was said, and it did go against everything I knew about you prior. Sure, it was underhanded, but you did try to assist me. All I am saying is, I want to apologize to you. As much as it does still confuse me to do so."

It was obvious before the other man spoke, who the call was to. It was Cartwright. The boss who had excused Trent a few days prior to this call, saying that he would not be attending Wrestlemania. The event that everyone needs to be, the event that people kill themselves just in order to secure a spot on the card.

Cartwright would answer back.

"I'm glad to hear it Trent! Maybe there is hope for you after all! But you know, the timing of this call, it's a little late! I thought you didn't want a push, so I never booked you in a match for Wrestlemania! But it's OK, we can start a new chapter after the biggest show of the year and the biggest Wrestlemania that the WWFG has had in years!"

Trent visually would grit his teeth. He would sit up a bit more, taking a bit more aggressive stance in his body as he would immediately respond without letting Cartwright's words sit.

"Listen, I get your dissatisfaction. And I don't want to be ungrateful in all of this. But I have been working for so long, despite the record, and just to be taken off and not be scheduled, is very deterring. You know my past more than anyone else."

Trent paused, almost to try and let that line try and convince Cartwright, but he got no reaction out of it at all.

"Especially when I know there are plenty of people in the back. Regardless of who it is. I just have the feeling if I do go to Mania, I can switch the tides."

Another pause, but the WWF:G boss would respond in a much more aggressive tone as well. As if his patience was at the end of its rope.

"Ungrateful?! Working for so long?! That's how it sounds to me! Anyone else with your win-loss record would have been SACKED! I keep giving you chances and now you want to make demands of me?! Who do you think you are, Emiko?! I have created the greatest Wrestlemania that the world has seen for years, do you really think there is a place for you on it?!"

Cartwrights words cut through Trent's pleas. There is very little left to do at this point, but Trent knew what he had to do.

"All I am asking is if there is even a small sliver of time available or a person who isn't currently booked who wants to also be there? Anything?"

"Hmmm there might be a freak accident or injury.....no! I don't want to! You made me sad! You must be punished!"
"Beg like a dog!"

Cartwright would say. This was his motive, to humiliate him further. Nothing had really changed, but Trent had no leverage in this scenario. His aggressive stance would have faded into that of Trent somewhat concealing himself and belittling himself in this phone call to the boss.

"Give me the name. I can deal with it, if thats what you are getting at. I will prove to you how far I am willing to go."

Those words rang true in his head. There was no one that hasn't crossed him. So even if he had to play this game. He would do it. Wrestlemania, like he said earlier to Cartwright, was the turning tide to everything that has built up to this moment. He needed to be there, and he would do anything

"How far are you going to go to get on the show?! Are you willing to betray everyone you hold dear?! Are you willing to commit 100% to my Strong Style Corporation?! Are you willing to BEG for it right NOW?!".

Once again with the humiliation. Trent would slump over, getting quieter as he said the following words with a pain in his heart.

"I will do anything. Please, Cartwright. Let me get my match at Wrestlemania."

There was a silence. Almost as if the boss had muted himself to have a hearty laugh at the expense of a man who was willing to do anything. Then the silence broke with one last message from the boss.

"You better get to the airport quick!"

And with that, Cartwright hung up. Trent had gotten what he wanted at the expense of everything he had left, that he tried to preserve in the matches before, including the match with Erynys. His dignity and pride took a blow, but he was on his way to the grandest stage.