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Well, Trent was coming in and was in a great mood after the last time he showed up. But as soon as he got one thing off his back, another one jumps on and clings for life. Russo. Another puppet of Cartwright who was clinging onto relevancy. Trent literally had no desire to engage with him, but he would begin to blabber off until it began to take a toll on Trent's great mood.

"Listen, bro. Keep the cheap jabs and taunts to yourself. I have seen what kind of ideas you have for people, and even at my current level of significance toward the world title, I am better off than I would be with any kind of advice that you would have."

Trent would begin to walk away until he turned back.

Trent would hear some music in the back. It was a Slipknot song playing. Not just any Slipknot song. It was If Rain is What You Want. Omen was nowhere to be seen. Trent would begin to laugh for a moment.

"You know what, Russo. Let's do some business. You are a smart man, after all. Maybe we could come to an understanding of who I am and how we can figure our problems out."

Trent would begin to walk with Russo.

Multiple minutes later of Russo throwing all the garbage ideas he came up from, and finally he made it to the GM office with Russo. With a big sigh of relief, Trent would advance past Russo. Not even really thinking too much about anything, as nothing Russo could think of would hurt more than what he had just experienced.

"You know Russo."

Trent would say as he walked in heading toward one of the chairs in front of him.

"For a guy with so many ideas, you really aren't --"

Trent would drop to his knee as he would have been struck in a very vulnerable spot by Russo. But soon Trent would rise. Looking back at Russo with blood lust in his eyes. That will be the last mistake Russo ever makes.

Trent's blood ran cold for a second. Despite how goofy Cartwright can be, he was serious. He never really saw this before from him. And before Trent even realized completely what was going on, he would get rocked again with a right hook, causing Trent to fall to his back, holding his chin.

The first strike would shock Trent, the second shot would bring him to reality, but the third strike which wasn't exactly a strike, would bring Trent back into the fight. Trent would have his head thrown down hard into the desk, but Trent looked to wrap his arms around Cartwright and throw and himself over the desk!

Trent would begin to feel the heat build up in his face as he began to struggle to get oxygen back into his lungs as Cartwright continues to push restrict Trent's airflow! Reacting as fast as possible, Trent looked to struggle until Cartwright's face got close enough where Trent could bring his hands up and stick his fingers in the eyes of Cartwright!

Trent would take in some deep breaths. Savoring the fact that he was able to breathe while realizing that Cartwright was not joking about any of what was about to happen. He had bad intentions, and Trent was just lucky enough to get out of this predicament.

Trent then, while holding his neck, would sit up. Seeing Cartwright march around blind after the eye rake. Calling out for Russo to open the door. Trent would get angry as he thought he could get away so easily after that. The pity that Trent once had for what he had done, had now exploded into rage.

Trent would get himself back up to his feet using the arm closest to the desk to prop himself back up, before he looked to run into Cartwright and tackle him into the trophy case behind him!