TNW:R Presents: Saturday Night Showdown [2/7/15]

[John FeIix Anthony Cena]

Cena attempted to kickout at 2.9  

[The Game TripIe H]

Seth Rollins advances into the Elimination Chamber!

Up next, another Elimination Chamber qualifying match;

Brock Lesnar vs. Trent

 

[somedudewithamic]

The Arena went quiet, emotions would be spread throughout the arena from the various people in attendance, as they were waiting and holding their signs up waiting for there favorite wrestlers to come out. As the crowd was being impatient; Heart of Courage by Two Steps from Hell would hit the PA system. Getting a reaction


The fans would look at the entrance ramp as well as listen to the theme of Trent as they would express there opinions which mainly would be boo's, although from certain parts of the arena would be cheers or boo's for the other competitor he would be facing. Trent would come out with a smirk on his face, the fans would be on there feet expecting a great match whether they liked or disliked the man making his entrance at this time, seeing as he had made history various times as well as, participated in great matches. Trent would walk on the stage with a confident grin smeared on his face. He would have walked to the left side and looked in the crowd than the right side of the stage, and have a devious smile. Trent than began walk to the middle of the stage and raise both arms in the styling that looked like a cross as pyrotechnics spewed out from both left and right sides of the stage. Trent would stay in that position for a few seconds as he progressively lower his hands as the pyrotechnics would stop as the crowd would love it. Trent would than take a stroll down the ramp taking his time and eating up the emotions of the crowd.

Announcer: Introducing at this time. From St Paul Minnesota, weighing in tonight at 216 Pounds, TRENT!

Trent kept a straight face as he stopped, not even midway of the ramp as he would look around the arena at the screaming fans. Trent would be wearing the original look. He wore a robe down. Almost everything being blocked except for the black goth pants, and some boots, as well as his new piece of gold around his waist. He looked with a grimace towards the fans, being annoyed by each and every one of those hypocritical pieces of s**t, that they knew they were.

Trent once again continued walking. He made a left turn and got on the stairs climb on step by step, and walked on the apron. Trent would turn around and look at the crowd behind him, looking at the fan signs and the people booing at his presence. Trent for a feint moment, changed that grimace into a smile , as Trent turned around and jumped on top of the turnbuckle. Trent would look around and see the thousands in attendance seeing them mainly booing at him. Trent however, was loving the response to the feedback he had been receiving from the people in attendance. Trent looking as confident as ever, entering the match here tonight.

Trent took his robe off and placed it to the outside, after doing so Trent climbed onto the apron and entered the ring, following he would enter the corner and waiting.

 

[Beasts Advocate]

The sound of metal clashing against rhythm started up as the man beast known as Brock Lesnar began to make his entrance alongside Paul Heyman; the Greatest Manager in the World. Next to Brock, Paul stood happily and short. The crowd gave a great ovation as they should have for the beast. Beside him Brock would have walk to center stage and did his signature arm lift with a quick bring down taunt. Afterwards pyro shot up from the sides of the panels and it was then evident that Brock had come to not only win but feed on his opponent. He and Paul walked down the ramp until they were at the end. To which Brock would leap up onto the apron. Standing straight as he entered the ring and waited further for the bell to ring.

 

[Beast Incarnate]

The Beast stood across the ring from Trent.  

[somedudewithamic]

Trent, being slightly intimidated by the size of Brock Lesnar. Regardless of that feeling, said he was ready for the match as the bell would toll three times, indicating the match has started. Trent left his corner, beginning to circle the ring, hoping Brock Lesnar follows the pace that is given until the two meet in the middle of the ring, where Trent offered a lock-up. Obviously being a bit insane for doing this, but their has to be logic behind it.

 

[Beast Incarnate]

Brock laughed at Trent offering a lock up as the man beast would lean in as if he was going to accept it before attempting to send a strong knee to Trent's ribcage.  

[somedudewithamic]

Immediately Trent would leaned in for a strong knee to his ribs, immediately causing him to fall over. However, before he could mend after the attack, he looked to exit the ring by rolling to the outside, giving himself an early breather. God knows he might not get one later in the match.

 

[Beast Incarnate]

Brock smiled jogging in place in the ring watching Trent.  

[somedudewithamic]

This was going to be a tough fight indeed with the Beast Incarnate, Trent fled to the outside, favoring those ribs which received a hard knee into them. After a few moments of recovering, he slowly rolled back into the ring, and back to the outside to restart the count. Taking his time for this match to really get underway.

 

[Beast Incarnate]

Brock obviously was toying with Trent and it didn't matter at first that he chose to escape outside. However it did bother the Beast when Trent rolled in and out restarting his time to get into this matchup. Following, Brock would go to the side of the ring where Trent was and step out onto the apron and eventually jump to the floor staring at him.  

[somedudewithamic]

Once Brock jumped to the floor on the outside of the ring, Trent instantly rolled back inside the ring. Hoping the Beast would come in to greet him after the knee, feeling like the tides of the match have changed from the smart strategy he had put together.

 

[Beast Incarnate]

Brock watched his mouse of an opponent scurry back into the ring. This so far was only amusing Brock but the amusement had to end now. Brock wasn't here to play. He was here to dismantle. He then back into the ring and got to his feet. Staring off again at Trent.  

[somedudewithamic]

Before his opponent could completely get back to his feet, he looked to run towards him while entering the ring and hit a dropkick right into the shoulder. He hoped he would not completely knock Brock back to the outside, but he had to neutralize the Beast before a problem would occur in which he would fall victim to a large beating.