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Chicago Makes Punk Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 3:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 3:26 pm
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"Here's your winner, CEESSSAAAARRRRO!"
And so, continued in would be the entrance music of Cesaro who pulled a victory over Roman Reigns in what was a good back-and-forth-hard-hitting match. Roman was fine with the outcome as fan as anyone could take a loss. Cesaro earned his win. What the Juggernaut wasn't fine with was after the match where superstar, Kevin Owens would come add insult-to-injury by pop-up-powerbombing Reigns after the match. Backstage Roman stood quiet, irritated, sweaty, and of course tired.
"We're backstage here at Austin, Texas at Saturday Night Collapse where on the debut of TNWR's newest show, we earlier tonight watched Roman Reigns face off against Cesaro. And following a disappointing loss against Cesaro.... afterwards you were attacked by Kevin Owens. How does all of this make you feel?"
"How does that make me feel? Okay, lets step away from my match with Cesaro. I'm a man. I can take a loss. It's not the end of the world. No, you see, it's after the match that I have a problem with. Kevin Owens? Coming out and attempting to send a message to me? Okay. Message delivered and read, Kevin. Because tonight all you've done is make me feel unstoppable. You've made me feel that hunger. You got my Samoan blood jumping. Just standing here saying your name makes me ball my fist up. And Kevin, I promise you the next time we meet in the ring there won't be any sneak attacks. Oh no because I'll be ready. I'll be waiting. Believe that, son."
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 3:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 3:51 pm
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The show just ended and seen from a distance in the backstage was a person who appeared in the main event, despite not being scheduled. This time, he was alone however, holding his neck which would have received a nasty landing.
One of the backstage interviewers would approach the semi-sweaty and stiff Trent. However, the Anti-Christ was aware of them approaching, letting them do so as he had a message for two individuals.
"Hey, Trent. May we ask you a few questions?"
Trent laughed off the stupid question, because, even if he didn't want to answer any of his questions that are apparent, he would be bombarded with them regardless. Trent gave a flick of a hand, motioning that he was indeed, accepting questions.
"Alright, we haven't seen you on TNW:R in quite some time. What have you been doing?"
Trent switched glances in between the camera and the interviewer as he said his answer.
"I have been reevaluating everything I have done in this business, reevaluating what I could have done, and thinking what's next for me. The future is clear, because I am the future, just like I am the present and the past. The show will keep going, and so will I."
"Funny you should say that, because earlier, it seemed you weren't alone. You first showed your face to this stacked crowd tonight and even brought Mikey along in hopes of what, exactly?"
This was not a badly worded question, in fact, this is the best question he has ever received from an interviewer.
"Most people think that I am doing it because I am back with Matt Allens and Mikey. Despite rumors though, it's not just them. They're just on the side, seeing we have common interests, I have my own initiative and I will state it right now."
Despite the interviewer asking a good question, he would push him out of the shot, leaving only Trent in the view of the camera at this point. The camera man looked to get the best shot he could.
"Adrian Neville, I have business with you. That can wait though. You know why? I am sure you all do, because the first person I am taking out on my path of destruction is the number one contender himself."
A slight pause would be made as Trent would shift his foot positioning to let the camera capture a better angle of him as hand gestures were beginning to be made.
"Finn Balor. The challenge is open, right now. The Demon vs The Anti-Christ. No strings attached, no stalling, I want to be the one who kicks your teeth down your throat and stomp on your hopes and dreams of ever becoming the Paramount Champion. Give me the chance to fight you, and you will get a real fight."
The challenge was issued and Trent got his business done. Immediately after the challenge was proposed, Trent left the camera view and headed to the parking lot, leaving the arena and hoping that the number one contender steps up.
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