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Left Alone

The Zero 9:36 song would hit the PA System. The crowd immediately cheering. Unfortunately, this man had not overcome the dominant champion of a year the previous show. But it was a strong showing nonetheless. And as soon as Trent came out, you can tell he was still confident. He had his sights on getting back at Drako by any means, and it seems like the first person would be a King!

Samantha Irvin: Introducing at this time. Weighing in tonight at 243 lbs. Reigning from St. Paul, Minnesota. HE IS THE INITIATORRRR, TREEEEEENT!

The crowd would pop once again as he continued his way down the ramp.

JR: "Here comes, Trent. Fresh off a loss against probably one of the greatest champions of F:G. But he still seems to be in a good mood.

King: "Maybe he was humbled and now knows his place! Should have known that before when he was defying the Boss!"

JR: "To be fair, a lot of people never expected Trent to get one over Cartwright, especially with the pressures of his losing streak. While also fighting in a Barbwire Explosion Deathmatch! Definitely high stakes!"

Trent would high five some of the fans down his way to the ring before he made it to ringside. He would see a second official in the ring holding the bullrope that would force the two men together. He never competed in one of these matches, so he may be at a disadvantage. But just like Drako learned, Trent's resilience knows no bounds!

The Initiator would climb the steps, walk along the apron, and enter the ring ring through the second rope before going inside a far corner of the ring. Awaiting another King for Trent to dethrone.

There he was, the King of the Beasts. Trent would stand in his corner staring down his opponent. Another victim of Drako's reign, just like Trent. So they were on equal footing.

Both men settled themselves inside the ring. Trent exiting his corner and approaching the center waiting for the bullrope to be attached. Sizing up his opponent at the same time.

The two would become attached by their hands. Upon the two being linked with one another the match would begin and the bell would toll.

It was obvious that Cyrus wasn't fully invested, but maybe pulling his opponent in by the bullrope and sending a chop to the chest of the opponent would wake him up a bit.

The headbutt sent Trents head reeling back. Stumbling a few steps, Trent would look to return the favor, fighting through the water in his eyes running after the connection, looking to nail Cyrus with a stiff forearm at the jaw.

Trent would eat the boot to the face, dropping to a seated position, catching the rope near the hand of Cyrus before completely dropping to stay somewhat on his feet while making it harder for Cyrus to make it to any corners

A cracking sound would reverberate around the arena after the solid kick to the back. Trent would release the rope and fall to the mat, twisting his body to ease the pain

Cyrus would get to one and about to tag a second before Trent began to pull on the rope. Using Cyrus' weight and center of gravity as a means of Trent getting back to a kneel.