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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 in extraordinary fashion.

While he walked into the arena with a sold-out crowd cheering him, all while his theme played in the background, showing the cold transformation that the man has taken. 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 electric 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 would take a long look at his titantron, then at the crowd who seemed to like the man who was making his return. Sporting an 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 begin to take a turn towards the ramp, and once there, he would have a slow pace down, letting the atmosphere soak in, letting every reaction fuel him for success, 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.

Upon entering the ring, Trent would have requested a microphone, which he would receive from the hands of an official who answered his request instantly. The music would cut from the PA System, and all that was left was Trent in the center of a ring and a sold-out crowd beginning to chant Cart over and over.

"You continue to cheer a man such as Cartwright. Despite what he has done to me, despite the things he has done to others."

Trent started as if on the verge of breaking down already.

"You all believe so desperately that I am the only bad guy in this confrontation but you all don't know what that mean thinks about you. Which is why I am going to tell you."

He paused for a moment, placing his hand out in the direction of the titantron.

"Cartwright defeated me last night at Wrestlemania. We both did our best, whether it was putting a person through a table, hitting them weapons, or even throwing a person in the way of a time bomb. We beat the s**t out of one another and he ended up winning."

Trent began to laugh putting his hand down, the crowd listening as they want to see the escalation of a beaten Trent.

"I thought I was the bad guy. I thought I was the one that was going to throw him under the bus, or in this case, a truck. But instead, I was thrown over and brought down once again, and more importantly, I will be humiliated because of this due to you people, due to Cartwright."

The crowd would begin to gain some life at the hearing of Trent's humiliation.

"You will see another shade of Cart if I am forced to comply with whatever things he has to do. I am a man who respects the rules, but Cartwright is unlike that and he will show that eventually."

Pause.

"As far as your future goes. I will be free soon, and as soon as that happens, I am aiming for your throat. You dare humiliate me, and I will do the same. I will beat you, punish you, burn you, dismember you, even kill you if I get the chance. Because, you see. This Wrestlemania moment you had, of defeating me, is worth forgetting. It's your choice."

With that said, Trent would stop speaking. His theme would hit the PA System as he would begin to head in the direction of the ropes.

You have to be kidding me. Trent was fine with a suit that made him look sharp, not one that made him look like another man's b***h like this suit. Something about it made Trent feel even more disgusted about this situation, even more so than the cheers going in the direction of Cartwright.

With microphone still in hand, Trent looked to bring it back to his mouth and speak, however, Cartwright seemed to have wanted the chattering to stop. Trent would have continued if it weren't for the signing he gave and knowing that this ridiculous, absurd, and most of all, detestable man held his contract due to that match. He was locked into this position for a certain amount of time.

With that in mind, Trent would have simply dropped the microphone, dropped to the mat, and began to head up the ramp. Crossing paths with the man who had won at Wrestlemania, and headed back to the locker room. An applause being the final thing he heard as he left Cartwright alone with the crowd.

Trent already had left, in fact, he was on the verge of completely exiting the arena itself. Not wanting to deal with Cartwright tonight. However, he would be alerted about a request by backstage staff of a request from Cartwright.

"Hey, Trent. Cartwright just told you to put the suit on and come back out for the crowd, as fast as possible."

The stage hand said outright, as Trent would begin to sink deep down from the command. And almost within an instant, he snapped by throwing the staff hand on he ground and walking in the direction of the locker rooms. The cameraman following behind.

The crowd cheering while they watched Trent begin to get angrier, more appalled by what Cartwright was making him do by the second. Until finally he saw Cartwright's name on the door, where he would open it up, and slam the door behind him, not allowing the camera man to follow.

Slight commercial break

"Are you almost done in there."

It's been about two minutes since the last of Trent has been seen, but his voice would reply instantly with a harsh toned, "Shut up" at the man.

The door opened and Trent would be sporting the exact outfit that Cartwright showed on the picture. Feeling ridiculous, he would shove the camera out of his face instantly and make his way to the ring, without having any coverage of him from a prude camera holder.

Trent would now be shown on the top of the stage, checking his watch and waiting for his favorite moment of the night. His heart pounding and his face covered with a smile once he heard the entrance music of Trent, and even more so when he walked out. Coming out sluggishly since he didn't want to hear the fans or Cartwright when he made his appearance. Which would all happen. Trent waiting for Cartwright to get this scene over with.

The spotlight was on Trent who couldn't be more aggravated. Hell, losing a match to the worst talent on the roster wouldn't even be as bad as what was happening right now. The commands would be made as the crowd would be cheering the antics of Cartwright.

The Archangel looked down, scratched the back of his head, only to bring his head up to bring the saddest smile that has ever existed. A smile that was so gut-wrenching to look off, let alone, pull off. But the crowd still loved it and would continue to be as noisy as possible at this site.

King: It looks like Trent is about to cry. Someone should stop this!

JR: It seems like he is happy about it, King! Look at that smile.

King: Exactly JR, that's a smile that says death is a better option than this!

As the commentators would continue to speak among each other at this site, Trent would wave at some of the crowd who would continue the chant. This was cruel and unusual punishment, and Trent plans to get Cartwright back as soon as he gets out of this. However, that's as far as he went at the moment, despite hearing the other two commands.