[Dean Johnson] vs Trent

[somedudewithamic]

Trent's skull would be struck once again with a hard forearm, as he would then be lead outside the corner and thrown shoulder first into the mat with the arm wrench  

[Neo-Blade8]

With Trent now on the mat, Dean knew it was time to keep it slow and to keep delivering the pain. Rosario tried starting a dean chant, but the crowd wasn't quite feeling it. Dean didn't care about the crowd so they weren't going to care about him.

Dean would walk to his opponent and attempt to sit on his opponent back and lock in a camel clutch. He needed to be very back to back with his approach if he wanted to keep Trent backed into a metaphorical corner  

[somedudewithamic]

Trent wasn't particularly a fan of being put into that move as it was something that kind of haunted him in a different place and time. He looked to crawl and grasp the ropes as soon as possible!  

[Neo-Blade8]

"Arghhh"

Dean yelled as he pushed the move more and more. Rosario cheered him on as he felt like he was dominating. But as his focus started to slip so did his grip and control over Trent as Trent was able to slide them over to the ropes and secure his grip.

"1....2...."

Dean dropped Trent as he would walk a few steps back, not interested in a quarrel with the referee. If Trent got back to his feet Mean Dean Johnson would attempt to charge at him with a clothesline.  

[somedudewithamic]

Trent would get back to his feet, avoiding being put in a predicament he didn't want to be in. However, he wasn't safe. Trent looked at the charging Dean and looked to catch the charging Dean and hit him with a flapjack on the top rope!  

[Neo-Blade8]

The crowd popped as the momentum was turned. The ropes reflected off of Dean's upper chest as the young wrestler bounced off the ropes. He managed to land on his feet but he embraced himself as he spun around towards his opponent, dazed and recovering. Dean was strong, but those ropes had him matched, it felt like A 50 pound tight rope was dropped onto him!  

[somedudewithamic]

Trent would have regained himself and finally the ultimate opportunity arose for him to get a victory that has escaped him for the last few weeks. Trent looked to nail a huge superkick!  

[Neo-Blade8]

!!SMCK!!

The crowd popped as the kick echoed through the arena. Dean smacked the canvas as if he was Travis Scott vibing to the soundtrack as he laid on the ground, rolling on to his front side. Up to this point it felt pretty even but he let his opponent get too far ahead of him and this was the consequence.

Rosario jumped onto the apron looking to complain about something, he wasnt sure yet but the fact that Dean allowed this to happen was bullshit in his eyes

“Ref! Check his boot, this is bull s**t, a kick can’t do that!”  

[somedudewithamic]

Trent would begin to show some emotion as he had a look of disbelief before realizing he still had to get the win before he could celebrate. Trent looked to hook both legs and get the win!  

[Neo-Blade8]

Dean laid there as he was covered by his opponent, stunned from the kick to the chin he just ate. Rosario saw this too as he kept raising his voice at the referee, pulling his attention away from the two men. Rosario kept up his banter as the referee was trying to get the older veteran to get off of the ring apron and out of his sight.

Dean was lucky as he could hear the crowd counting out loud what the count should be. To him it sounded like they got the the number 4, and at that point the referee had enough of the manager, and finally saw the pinfall.

As Dean was starting to piece things together, the referee dropped to the mat to hit the count.

“1….2..”

Dean threw his arm up, breaking the pinfall as boos started to echo from around the arena.  

[somedudewithamic]

Trent went from a blank canvas most of the match to painting every expression on his face within a matter of seconds. Surprise, happiness, shocked, confused, and now, frustration. Trent would begin to slam the mat and yell at the official. His moment from breaking from his binds was there, and gone within a fleeting moment.  

[Neo-Blade8]

Dean blinked as he had now returned from his daze. Head ringing like he had an angry drunk girlfriend. He could hear his opponent on the other side of the ring. Dean would begin to roll towards the ropes, and use them to help him get to his feet.
 

[somedudewithamic]

Trent would keep pestering with the official for a moment, only turning back once his opponent already got back to his feet  

[Neo-Blade8]

Dean whipped his hair to side, now recovered. He could see Trent was mad, He would of been as well, but Trent was allowing himself to be distracted and that was going to backfire. It was all or nothing, If Trent wanted to go for the kill Dean would as well.

Dean would move towards his opponent quickly and attempt to push Trent's hand down and deliver an Anchor Drop. Really emphasising the slam down, and if it hit go directly for the cover.  

[somedudewithamic]

Trent would turn back and looked to reach for his opponent but instead, Trent got grabbed and pulled into a huge slam that would leave Trent defenseless and out of it. Free for Dean to get the cover and the win