Sentinel 10/11/07

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

The camera pans around not an arena, as would normally be the case. Rather, it is panning through a large, expensive looking, pine room. The people here are not screaming madly. They are standing quietly and solemnly. It is a court room. At one table stands Declan Prescott. At the other stand a flashy dressed lawyer and one Big Daddy V, who seems to be sweating profusely from the effort involved in maintaining a vertical base. Judge Samantha Samuels enters the room and takes her seat.

Samuels: Be seated.

Everyone in the room, minus the security team, sit at their designated seats. Declan casts a nervous glance to Cara, who is sitting behind him in the audience section, which is completely full. She returns him an encouraging smile.

Samuels: Mr. Prescott.

Declan gulps and springs to his feet.

Declan: Mam, yes, mam!

Samuels: I can understand you're nervous, Mr. Prescott, but please try and relax.

Declan: Mam, I will try, mam!

Samuels: You will be representing yourself?

Declan: That I am, mam!

Samuels: You're obviously very wealthy, may I ask why you wish to defend yourself?

Declan: Ha! Good one, mam! Whatever gave you the impression I was wealthy? I'm in so much financial debt, if GIW goes under, I might as well just flee to Mexico. Heck, I had to steal this suit from a homeless man.

Samuel: What?!

Declan: Oops... shouldn't have said that...

Cara: I DEMAND THAT REMARK BE STRICKEN FROM THE RECORD!

Samuels: SILENCE! Where is the psychologist?!

A short, balding, elderly man in the audience rises to his feet.

Peter Oswald: I'm here, your honour.

Samuels: Are you sure Mr. Prescott passed the mental examination?

Oswald: Yes, your honour. Unfortunately for Mr. Prescott, being an idiot is not considered a handicap. He has the capacity to represent himself.

Declan: I resent that...

Samuels: Very well... Mr. Tolton!

The flashy lawyer rises to his feet and clears his throat.

Tolton: Yes, your honour.

Samuels: You will be representing one, Mr. V? Yes?

Tolton: That's correct, your honour.

Samuels: Very well. make your opening statement.

Tolton: Thankyou, your honour.

Tolton steps out from behind his desk and begins strutting back and forth across the front of the room. He begins pulling on his suspenders, as he does so.

Tolton: Your honour, Mr. V agreed to help Declan out of the goodness of his heart.

Declan: OBJECTION!

Samuels: You can't object opening statements, Mr. Prescott.

Prescott: I just did!

Samuels: SILENCE! Continue, Mr. Tolton.

Tolton: My client didn't have to appear at Global Impact Wrestling. He chose to. He wanted to give the promotion a helping hand. Through the course of this trial, I will show you, your honour, that Mr. Prescott was negligent in his duties as a promoter and showed complete and utter disregard for the well being of a man who was trying to help him.

Tolton returns to his desk and takes his seat.

Samuels: Mr. Prescott, you may now make your opening statement.

Declan slowly rises to his feet. He takes a sip from his cup of water, clears his throat and then taps his fingers on the desk three times.

Declan: Me, greater than sign, Big Daddy V.

Declan takes his seat, as an awkward silence fills the court room.

Samuels: Umm... yes... Mr. Tolton, please call your first witness.

Tolton: Very well, your honour. I call to the witness stand, The Boogeyman!

The camera cuts to a nervous looking Nicholas Vinegar and Daniel Hanson sitting in the Sentinel arena.

Vinegar: Well, I can only imagine what is running through the mind of Declan Prescott right now. Certainly not a pleasant day for that young man.

Hanson: Not for this company, either, Nick. If Prescott loses that trial, we all lose!

"Old School Hollywood Baseball" by System of a Down hits, as Ribz appears on the stage. He receives large boos, as he makes his way to the ring.

Vinegar: Well all the same, there is a show tonight and we're going to try and make it the best we possibly can!

Dennis: The following match is scheduled for one fall! From Houston, Texas, weighing in at 291 pounds... RIIIIIIIIIIIIBBBBBBBBZZZ!!!!!!

Ribz rolls into the ring, as "Gangster's Paradise" by Coolio hits. Mike and Ashley emerge on the stage.

Dennis: And the opponent. Currently residing in a volcano, weighing 231 pounds... MIKE THE SPIIIIKKKKKKKKEEEEEE!!!!!

Mike makes his way down the ramp and slides into the ring, as Ashley enters the ringside area. The bell rings and the match is underway.

Vinegar: Ribz instantly goes on the attack, but Mike side steps him. Mike bounces off the ropes but runs right into a Samoan drop! Mike hits the mat hard and rolls out of the ring!

Hanson: Ribz is one tough dude and I don't think Mike can match his speed or strength, here tonight.

Vinegar: I wouldn't count Mike out just yet! Ribz follows him to the outside. Ribz grabs Mike's head and smashes him face first into the safety barrier! He looks to smash his skull again! Mike gets his arms out and is able to stop the assault! He smashes Ribz with a well placed elbow to the jaw! Ribz stumbles back and whips Ribz into the barrier!

Hanson: Not likely! Ribz is one step ahead and reverses the whip!

Vinegar: Mike goes hurtling over the barrier and crashing into those front row fans!! And now Ribz is climbing onto the barrier! He's going to leap off that thing and crush Mike, along with all those fans!!!

Hanson: Oh no! Another lawsuit is the last thing we need!!

Vinegar: Mike smashes a fist into Ribz's leg and sends Ribz crashing GROIN FIRST onto the barrier!!! Bah gawd, the humanity!! And now Mike with a flying clothesline, sending both men toppling back into the ringside area!

Hanson: At least we can be thankful for small miracles...

Vinegar: Now both men climbing to their feet. Mike looks for a DDT! Ribz reversals and sends Mike CRASHING TO THE FLOOR ON HIS BACK!!!

Hanson: Jesus, that was insane! Ashley coming over to check on Mike! He looks hurt!

Vinegar: What!? Peterson signalling for the bell! The match is over!

Hanson: Double count out! Both men stayed outside the ring too long!!! It's a draw!

Vinegar: And Ribz is furious!! Look at him screaming abuse at Peterson! It's not his fault, dammit!

Hanson: What des this mean for the Global Title match?!

Vinegar: I don't know! But we have bigger concerns! Ribz is coming this way!

Hanson: Not cool!

Vinegar: He's grabbing the time keeper's chair! Bah gawd, what's he going to do with that?!

Hanson: I think it's pretty obvious what he's going to do!

Vinegar: Ribz raising that chair over his head! HE'S GOING TO CRUSH THE DEFENCELESS MIKE! NO! GARLAND OUT OF NOWHERE GRABS THE CHAIR FROM RIBZ! WHERE DID HE COME FROM?!

Hanson: He must have come through the crowd! Now he swings that chair AND LEVELS RIBZ WITH IT!!

Vinegar: PAYBACK IS A BITCH!!! AND GARLAND JUST PAID RIBZ BACK!!

Hanson: WHEN RIBZ COMES TO, HE'S GOING TO BE FURIOUS!!

Vinegar: And now, Garland is helping Mike up! The kid's alright, folks!

Hanson: And if those three want to stay okay, they best get out of there before Ribz recovers!

Vinegar: Well folks, I'm receiving word, we're now going to check on how Declan Prescott is doing in Connecticut!

Mike: 0
Ribz: 0.1

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

The camera now cuts to The Boogeyman sitting in the witness stand of the same pine court room. Tolton stands before him, with his hands behind his back.

Tolton: Hello Mr. Boogey.

Boogey: Urgh...

Tolton: Umm... yes... now then, can you tell me where you were at approximately 10:50PM on November third of this year.

Boogeyman: Coming to getcha!

Tolton: Um... excuse me?

Boogeyman: HAHAHAHA! I'M DA BOOGEYMAN!!

Tolton: Wait, what the fuck?!

Samuels: LANGUAGE, MR. TOLTON!

Tolton: Yes, sorry your honour. Mr. Boogey, allow me to repeat the question. Where you were at 10:50PM on November third, 2007?!

Boogeyman: GONNA GETCHA!

Tolton: WERE YOU OR WERE YOU NOT AT THE GLOBAL IMPACT WRESTLING ARENA ON NOVEMBER THIRD?!?!?!

Boogeyman: ATJIDVUHVSGVDSPFGBFSGETCHA!!!!!

Tolton turns a furious red, as a vein in his forehead begins pulsating rapidly. He bites down very hard on his bottom lip and then storms back to his desk. He leans over the wooden structure, as to be face-to-face with Big Daddy V.

Tolton: You said he would help our case!

V: I dunno. It seemed like a good idea at the time...

Tolton: JESUS CHRIST!

Samuels: I WON'T WARN YOU ABOUT OBSCENE LANGUAGE IN MY COURT ROOM AGAIN, MR. TOLTON!

Tolton: Forgive me, your honour.

V: Hey Tolt, do you have any chocolate?

Tolton: NO FURTHER QUESTIONS!

Samuel: Mr. Prescott, you may question the witness.

Declan rises to his feet and raises his index finger in the air, as if to indicate the number one.

Declan: Boogeyman, I have only one question. What was the last thing you said to Big Daddy V, before he suffered his most unfortunate heart attack?

Boogey: I'M COMING TO GETCHA!

The court room erupts in gasps and hissing, as Declan subtly smiles and sits back down in his chair.

Declan: No further questions.

Robert Garland and Obese Tony are shown on the titantron, standing in a backstage hall of the GIW arena. Garland has a look of confusion and disgust, as the fat man holds a microphone up to the wrestler's mouth.

Garland: Why the hell are you interviewing me?!

Obese: Well, Declan forget to hire any interviewers, so he lumped the duty on me.

Garland: Not cool...

Obese: Hey, I don't like this anymore than you do. If it were up to me, I'd be in the cafeteria eating gruel.

Garland: ...

Obese: ...

Garland: Just get on with the interview.

Obese: Mmmmm... Gruel... Oh, right! So Robert Garland, let me ask you, now that Ribz and Mike fought to a draw, who is going to challenge you for the Global Heavyweight Title? Will it be a triple threat match?

Garland: I don't think so. Truth be told, I'd still like to face Ribz.

: Oh, you would, would you?!

The camera pans out, to reveal Ribz standing behind Robert Garland. Garland turns to face his adversary.

Garland: As a matter of fact, I would. You and I, one-on-one, at Horizons. What do you say?

Ribz: I say... you're on!!!

Garland: And just to make sure we settle this thing decisively, why don't we make it a no disqualification match?

Ribz: Fine by me!

Garland: Good. I'm glad you accept.

Ribz: Oh, I do accept! And at Horizons, that Global Championship is going around my waist!

Garland: What? Whoever said anything about the Global Championship?

Ribz: What are you talking about?! You've been given a Title shot!

Garland: Oh yeah, that... It turns out I lied.

Ribz: WHAT?!

Garland: There was never any Global Title shot. The whole thing was a lie. A lie to bait you into a match with me. I'm glad it worked. We played you like a fiddle.

Ribz: We?!

Garland: Well I couldn't have done it alone. I needed a hand with the paper work.

Ribz: You had an accomplice?!

Garland: Yeah. That guy.

Garland points behind Ribz and grins broadly. Ribz' face fills with disgust as he turns around and finds himself face to face with Kane White! The fans erupt, as Kane White grabs Ribz and levels him through the catering table with a huge spine buster!!!

Vinegar: BAH GAWD, RIBZ MUST BE UNCONSCIOUS AFTER THAT ATTACK!!

Hanson: AFTER THAT UNPROVOKED ATTACK! WHAT IS WHITE PLAYING AT?!

Garland: So I guess I'll be seeing you at Horizons, Ribz.

Garland and White high five, before leaving the scene.

Vinegar: The whole thing was a setup and now it's going to be Ribz vs. Robert Garland at Horizons! Incredible!

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

The camera now shows Doctor sitting in the witness stand.

Tolton: Umm... your honour...

Samuels: Yes, Mr. Tolton?

Tolton: Why is he wearing a blanket?...

Samuels: I was wondering that myself. Mr. Doctor, where are your clothes?!

Doctor: Some guy attacked me on the way here. Said I didn't need the suit because I'm homeless and then he took it!

Declan's face becomes overwhelmed with panic. He sharply turns to face Cara and whispers in her ear.

Declan: You said he was homeless!

Cara: Oh yeah.... I guess I did...

Cara's face turns red, as Declan rolls his eyes and turns back to the witness stand.

Tolton: Now Mr. Doctor, on November third of this year, you injected a liquid substance into my client, against his will. Is that correct?

Doctor: No homo?

Tolton: Just answer the question.

Doctor: Yes, but I did it with a syringe! I want that on the record!

Samuels: The entire trial is on the record.

Doctor: Good to know.

Tolton: What was in this syringe, Mr. Doctor?

Doctor: Pure adrenaline.

Tolton: I see. And what exactly is 'pure adrenaline'?

Doctor: It gives the body a sudden burst of energy. It makes the heart beat much faster than normal. It can bring people back from the edge of death. It's often used on people who have over dosed.

Tolton: Terribly fascinating. Now you say it makes the heart beat faster?

Doctor: Yes.

Tolton: Which could trigger a heart attack? Yes?

Doctor: Yes...

Tolton: In fact, injected into someone who already has an elevated heart rate, due to physical activity, it almost guarantees a heart attack. Is that correct?

Doctor: Yes......

Tolton: No further questions.

Tolton turns on his heels and cockily marches to his desk. Passing Declan, he shoots his adversary a sly wink. Declan's lips quiver with disgust, as he gets to his feet and moves towards Doctor.

Declan: Mr. Doctor, if that is your real name, do you always carry a syringe of adrenaline with you?

Doctor: Yes, I do.

Declan: I see. May I ask why?

Doctor: If Savana is in trouble during a match - or anywhere for that matter - a quick shot of adrenaline can fire him back up.

Declan: Hold on a second. Your job is to protect Savana, is that right?

Doctor: To protect him and keep him under control, yes.

Declan: A 'yes' or 'no', please Mr. Doctor. Is it your job to protect Mr. Savana?

Doctor: Yes...

Declan: Very interesting. Let me see if I understand this. You inject a man you're supposed to protect with a drug that can cause a heart attack?!

Doctor: Well, yes.

Declan: Isn't that dangerous?

Doctor: There is a small danger, but nothing serious.

Declan: How do you figure?

Doctor: I only ever inject him with small amounts. Enough to give him a boost, but never enough to harm him.

Declan: I see. Now, you injected Mr. V with more adrenaline than you would give Savana, yes?

Doctor: Umm... yes...

V *whispering to Tolton*: He's incriminating himself! What's up?!

Tolton *also whispering*: I'm not sure. Perhaps he cracked under the pressure.

V *still whispering*: Do you have any pudding?

Declan: Now, how much does Savana weigh, Mr. Doctor?

Doctor: About 250 pounds.

Declan: Are you aware of Mr. V's weight?

Doctor: Not exactly. He weighs a lot though. Over 400 pounds I would say.

Declan: Right you are. Now is it possible, you gave Mr. V the adrenaline to give him a boost?

Doctor: What do you mean?

Declan: I propose a theory that you injected Mr. V with the adrenaline to make him more active and, hence, give the fans a better show. To do this you gave Mr. V more adrenaline than you would normally give Savana, because Mr. V has a much larger body mass and, as such, would need more of the substance to reach the same effect.

Tolton: OBJECTION! NOT A QUESTION!

Declan: Is my theory possible, Mr. Doctor?! And Mr. Tolton, please let me finish, before you object!

Doctor: It's very possible.

Declan: No further questions.

Tolton: Your honour, I'd like a cross examination.

Samuels: Proceed.

Tolton stands and intensely stares Doctor in the eyes.

Tolton: How much more adrenaline did you give Mr. V, than you would have. Mr. Savana?

Doctor: I don't know exactly...

Tolton: Approximately.

Doctor: Well... I...

Tolton: You're under oath here, Mr. Doctor.

Doctor: About 4 times as much...

Tolton: Despite the fact Mr. V ways less than twice Mr. Savana's body mass. You weren't trying to help him, were you?

Declan: OBJECTION!

Samuels: OVERRULED!

Tolton: You're under oath, Mr. Doctor.

Doctor: No...

Tolton: I didn't think so. No further questions.

The camera cuts to the GIW arena, as "Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by Smashing Pumpkins hits. Andy Savana appears on the stage, to a massive pop. He turns neck in a 180 motion, followed a quick shrug of the shoulders. He then makes way towards the ring, while stretching out parts of his body.

Dennis: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from an Asylum in Houston, Texas, weighing in at 244 pounds... AAAAAANDYYYYYYYYYY SAVANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

Andy gets into the ring, and runs his hand through his hair for the crowd. He then turns to face the entrance and awaits his opponent, whoever it may be.

Vinegar: Andy Savana receiving a fantastic fan reaction here! These folks love him, Hanson.

Hanson: That they do and it sickens me. Andy Savana is one sick individual. You know if Declan is found guilty and we're shut down, it'll be his fault?!

Vinegar: Well I think the courts will find Declan himself responsible and that's enough for me.

Hanson: You're pathetic.

Vinegar: Can we just concentrate on this match, please? It may be the last time we ever call a match for Savana and I'd like to make it a good one, if that's okay by you!

Before Hanson can respond, "Hell" begins blasting throughout the arena. Great White appears on the entrance ramp, as the fans erupt into cheers.

Vinegar: BAH GAWD! IT'S GREAT WHITE!

Hanson: Ha! Declan is a genius! No way can Andy Savana defeat this 7 foot monster!!

Dennis: And the opponent, currently residing in Hartford, Connecticut, weighing in at 395 pounds... GREEEEEEEAAAAAAATTT WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Great White marches down the ramp and climbs into the ring.

Vinegar: Savana wastes no time and begins blasting White with several harsh rights and lefts! They don't seem to be having any effect on this near four hundred pound beast! Savana rebounds off the ropes, but runs right into a MASSIVE boot from Great White! Savana hits the mat, hard!

Hanson: As tough and as powerful as Andy Savana is, Great White is in a league of his own! This man is... well, you can't even call him a man! He's a monster! A true monster! And tonight, Savana is going to learn that the hard way!

Vinegar: Don't ever count out Andy Savana, Hanson. He has more guts and more heart than anyone I know!

Hanson: It's not about guts, Nick, it's about power and no one has more power than this psychotic freak, Great White! Look at this! He pulls Savana up by the hair and sends him spiralling back to the mat, with a GIANT head butt! Savana is dazed after two moves!

Vinegar: But the young man from Houston refuses to surrender and quickly climbs back to his feet, shaking the cobwebs out of his head!

Hanson: But White doesn't let up and sends Savana crashing back down with a giant fist to the face! Look at that power, Nick! How can anyone hope to overcome this beast?!

Vinegar: If anyone can, it's Andy Savana, who now rolls out of the ring and tries to get some breathing space between himself and his enormous opponent! That's a smart move in my book. But Great White is hot on Savana's tale! Savana runs at the giant, and looks for a clothesline! GREAT WHITE IS UNAFFECTED!

Hanson: Ha! It's going to take more than that to stop this goliath!

Vinegar: Great White swings a right hand! Savana ducks! He leaps onto the safety barrier AND COMES BACK WITH A MASSIVE MOON SAULT!!!! HE JUST TOOK GREAT WHITE DOWN AND THESE FANS HAVE ERUPTED!!!

Hanson: That was insane!!

Vinegar: And now Savana grabs Great White's legs! He locks in the Sharpshooter!!! Great White in tremendous agony here!! Hazel east reaching eight on her count! Savana realises this and rolls back into the ring! GREAT WHITE INSTANTLY CLIMBING BACK TO HIS FEET!

Hanson: Ha! Look at Savana! He has no idea what to do!! And now Great White climbs onto the apron! East stops her count at nine!

Vinegar: Savana's not out of ideas yet! He smashes Great White with a double axe handle and sends the giant tumbling back to the outside! Now Savana climbs the turnbuckle! DON'T DO IT! NO! ARGH! SAVANA LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A SAVANA SUICIDE DIVE TO THE OUTSIDE!!!

Hanson: GREAT WHITE DODGES AND SAVANA GOES CRASHING SPINE FIRST INTO THE MAT!!!!!

Fans: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Vinegar: OH MY GOD! SAVANA MAY HAVE JUST CRIPPLED HIMSELF!

Hanson: And now Great White is coming this way! What's he doing?! Hey, take it easy big guy!

Vinegar: Great White is taking the ring bell! Now he's returning to Savana! HE'S GOING TO USE THAT WEAPON ON THE DEFENCELESS ANDY SAVANA! No! Thankfully, Hazel East slips her top half between the ropes and snatches the object from that deranged giant!

Hanson: That may have been a mistake, Hazel! The Extreme Giant does not look impressed!

Vinegar: East trying to tell White he can't use the weapon, but it's useless! He doesn't understand! Andy Savana from behind pushes Great White FACE FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! THE EXTREME GIANT'S SKULL BOUNCES OFF THE METAL AND HE HITS THE FLOOR!!

Hanson: Disqualify him! He used that ring post as an illegal weapon!

Vinegar: You didn't seem to mind when Great White had that damn ring bell!

Hanson: Well, did he hit anyone with it?

Vinegar: I think we should get back to the match now! Andy Savana is back in the ring and resting in the corner. Nice move there, as he's clearly in tremendous pain after that hideous bump to the outside.

Hanson: And now Great White is getting to his feet. He's bleeding from the forehead! Look at his face, Nick! I think the sight of his own blood has made this giant even angrier! I didn't think that was possible!!!

Vinegar: And now the Giant Aryan has made his way into the ring. He charges full speed at Savana! Savana ducks the massive swinging clothesline from White and is able to lock in a sleeper hold on his seven foot nemesis!!

Hanson: Not for long though! Great White pulls Savana off the ground and raises him onto his shoulder! Great White connects with the snake eyes!! What a beautiful move by the big man!

Vinegar: Savana stumbles blindly out of the corner AND GREAT WHITE GRABS HIM AROUND THE THROAT! CHOKE SLAM COMING UP!!!

Hanson: This one's over! Savana is done for! No one can stop Great White!!

Vinegar: The Extreme Giant lifts Savana into the air! SAVANA BREAKS FREE IN MIDAIR! HE WARPS HIMSELF AROUND GREAT WHITE'S ARM AND LOCKS IN A FUJIWAR ARM BAR!!!

Hanson: But Great White remains on his feet! Andy Savana is literally hanging off of Great White's arm!! Like a monkey!!

Vinegar: And look at Great White's face! He's in a tremendous amount of pain! His shoulder is going to get ripped out of it's socket at this rate!!!

Hanson: Great White somehow, with an ungodly strength, raises his arm AND SWINGS SAVANA INTO THE TURNBUCKLE LIKE A BASEBALL BAT!!!

Vinegar: SAVANA GOES CRASHING INTO CORNER AND THEN BOUNCES ACROSS THE RING LIKE A RAG DOLL!!! I THINK HE'S UNCONSCIOUS!!!

Hanson: Great White falls to his knees and clutches his arm. That move took a lot out of the big man. It's lucky for him that Savana is way too hurt to capitalise.

Vinegar: And now the injured Great White stumbling towards Savana. SAVANA SPRINGS INTO ACTION LIKE A SNAKE AND LOCKS IN THE CRIPPLER CROSSFACE!!! GREAT WHITE SCREAMING IN AGONY! SAVANA WAS PLAYING POSSUM ALL ALONG!!

Hanson: AND SAVANA IS PULLING AWAY AT THAT INJURED ARM! GREAT WHITE RAISES HIS ARM! OH NO, HE'S GOING TO TAP!

Vinegar: No! The Extreme Giant powering his way out!!! He rises to his feet, but Savana still has that hold locked in. Great White powers with some smashing rights hands into Savana! Savana is forced to break his grip. Great White instantly grabs Savana's head! POWER BOMB! POWER BOMB! POWER BOMB! GREAT WHITE JUST LEVELLED SAVANA WITH THE POWER BOMB!

ONE!

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TWO!

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THREE!!!! IT'S OVER!

Hanson: HA! GREAT WHITE WINS IT! THIS MONSTER IS UNSTOPPABLE!!

Vinegar: Great White now seems confused. Hazel East is trying to raise his arm, but he doesn't seem to like the idea. Here come Father and Ace. Savage obviously still preparing for his cage match.

Hanson: Now Father and Ace are escorting the big man backstage, leaving Savana lifeless in the ring. That power bomb is a devastating manoeuvre!

Savana: Well, Savana put up one hell of a fight, but tonight, nothing was going to stop the giant Great White.

Andy Savana: 0.1

Great White: 3.5

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

The camera now shows Big Daddy V sitting in the witness stand.

V: I think I just crushed my chair...

Tolton: I have no doubt you did. That is not of my concern. Now, Mr. V, on November third of this year, you competed in a tag team wrestling match at Global Impact Wrestling. That is correct, yes?

V: Yeah.

Tolton: Who was involved in that match?

V: I was teaming with Boogeyman to face Andy Savana and Declan Prescott.

Tolton: And what happened during this match?

V: That little Doctor guy stabbed me in the neck with a syringe. I started convusling. My chest really hurt. I had a heart attack. I almost died!

Tolton: I see. Now you didn't mention Doctor being involved in the match. Why was he there?

V: He was Savana's manager.

Tolton: I see. And, for those not familiar with professional wrestling, what does a manager do during a match?

V: They make sure their superstar wins.

Declan: It's 'wrestler', you jacked up fatty!

Samuels: SILENCE MR. PRESCOTT!

Tolton: So Mr. V, Doctor was on Andy Savana's side?

V: Yeah.

Tolton: Against your side?

V: Yeah.

Tolton: So what are the chances he'd try and 'help you out' by giving you a shot of adrenaline to give you a 'boost'? Even if it was just to make the match more entertaining?

V: No chance. Managers don't care about exciting matches. Some of them may say they do, but they don't. Everyone is the same in the wrestling business. Everyone wants to win. And everyone will do whatever they have to, to win.

Tolton: Like, say, intentionally giving their opponent a heart attack?

V: Yeah.

Tolton: No further questions.

V: You got any candy?

Samuels: Mr. Prescott, you may begin your cross reference.

Declan rises to his feet and approaches the witness stand.

Declan: Hello Mr. V.

V: That's Big Daddy to you.

Declan: I'll keep a mental note of that, Mr. V. Now, may I ask, why are you so fat?

The court room erupts into another frenzy of gasps and hisses of whisper. Tolton angrily rises to his feet.

Tolton: OBJECTION! BADGERING THE WITNESS!

Samuels: Sustained! Rephrase the question or move on, Mr. Prescott!

Declan: Very well. Mr. V, why do you weigh over 400 pounds?

V: I like to eat. I like to eat a lot...

Declan: I see. In fact, you like to eat so much, you once ate an entire horse. Raw! Is that right?

V: It had fallen in butter...

Declan: Yes or no?

V: Yes...

Declan: You realise, you are clincally obese, yes?

Tolton: YOUR HONOUR, OBJECTION!

Declan: It's a medical condition.

Samuels: Overruled! Mr. V, answer the question.

V: Yeah... I know... but dammit, Vince said it makes me look powerful!

Declan: Did 'Vince' also tell you that obesity is the leading cause of heart attacks in this country?

V: Well, no...

Declan: Interesting. In fact, obese individuals performing intense physical activity very often leads to heart attacks. Did you know that?

V: I never really thought about it...

Declan: I find that perplexing.

Tolton: OBJECTION! BADGEING!

Samuels: Sustained! Keep your opinions to yourself, Mr. Prescott!

Declan: Very well. Mr. V, did you also know that without the GIW paramedics acting as quickly and effectively as they did, you would have died last Saturday evening?

V: Well... I...

Declan: The same paramedics I was apparently 'negligent' for hiring and keeping on standby throughout the entire Sentinel show. Throughout every Sentinel show, I may add. You could even say, they saved you from the heart attack you ate your way into.

Tolton: OBJECTION!

Samuels: SUSTAINED! MR. PRESCOTT, I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!

Declan: Withdrawn. No further questions.

The camera cuts to the GIW arena, as “America” by Ramstein fills the room and the crowd hands out a large chorus of boos.

Savage rather cocky and tall comes out with Father and Ace by his side.

Hanson: You can see that Great White is not beside Savage and the rest of his followers.

Vinegar I can indeed. He was injured earlier in his match with Savana, and is being checked on by the medical staff.

Hanson: Savage is inside a cage, so even if Great White was here, then it would be pointless. He can’t interfere from the outside.

Vinegar This however assures us that his creative side will not get involved.

Savage slides into the ring, and starts pushing against the ring ropes.

The music comes to a halt, and “My Way” by Limp Biskit blares to a medium reaction from the crowd.

Hanson: Fletch is pumped and jumping all over the stage.

Vinegar He has to get the crowd in it somehow. It is working. The crowds roaring is growing the more Fletch jumps around.

Hanson: Reminds me of a 5 year old, and LOOK AT ASHLEY!!!!!

Vinegar Also, look at how Fletch kisses her. That has got to make you jealous to see Hanson.

Hanson: Just a little bit.

Fletch gets into the ring, and stares down Savage.

Vinegar The referee forced to push these two apart.

Dennis: In one corner from Germany!

The crowd boos.

Dennis- Weighing in at 225 pounds. The LAST ARYAN. SAVAGE!!!!

The crowd boos.

Hanson: Really negative heat for this young talent.

Vinegar He has earned the heat himself, and has no one to blame.

Hanson: Who is to say that he does not like the heat?

Dennis- In another corner from a random volcano, weighing in at 240 pounds. FLEEEEEEEETTTTTCCCCCCCHHHAAAAAA!!!!!

Hanson: Nice dragged out short a sound at the end by Dennis.

Vinegar I must concur.

Hanson: The bell is about to ring, and the action is about to start.

Vinegar Don’t forget that the cage has to be lowered before any bell will ring.

Hanson: It is being lowered as we speak, and I am getting pumped up for the eventual Savage win tonight.

Vinegar Who says that Savage is going to win? I think Fletch is focused and that it will pay off for us tonight.

Hanson: I guess we will have to wait and see.

The cage is now fully down, and the bell sounds.

Hanson: A lock-up to start things out, and Savage has Fletch in a side-headlock. Fletch is stomping his feet on the ground, and I have no idea why.

Vinegar Keeps the adrenaline rushing. If he manages to harness it, then he can get out of the hold.

Hanson: Savage keeps tightening the hold, and Fletch’s stomps are getting more and more dragged apart in consistency.

Vinegar With your negativity then its no wonder he can not focus.

Hanson: Just realism is what I talk. Nothing else.

Vinegar Fletch going for punches to the ribs, but Savage is not showing any sign of giving up with the hold.

Hanson: Imagine if Fletch were to give up with this one hold. It would be chaos for our paying fans.

Vinegar He will not, and they will not be let down with this match. Fletch pushes Savage into the ropes, but Savage is still holding on to his neck.

Hanson: C’mon Savage. Tighten it some more. He needs to give up quickly. NO! A backdrop!

Vinegar I told you that it would not end so quick. Fletch goes against the rope and hit’s a baseball slide sending Savage into the side of the cage. Fletch is quick to get up, and hit another baseball slide sending Savage into the side again.

Hanson: Fletch is picking Savage up, and I think he is going for a suplex. He was going for it would be proper, because Savage just countered it. Fletch needs to realize he can not be man handling Savage.

Vinegar Is it because Savage is to strong?

Hanson: No. Because Savage is not a man. He is the last Aryan. They are more then any man.

Vinegar Don’t tell me your serious?

Hanson: I said it once before, but will say it incase you missed out. I only speak the truth. Facts.

Vinegar Doubtful… Savage starts to stomp down on Fletch who is against the bottom turnbuckle as we speak. Savage to the opposite corner.

Hanson: I like how this is looking. Across the ring at Max-speed with the foot to the face…

Vinegar NO! He missed! Fletch rolled out of the way, and just rolled him up.

1!

2!

KICK OUT!!!

Hanson: I almost thought that Savage actually was pinned.

Vinegar I think we all did. That was one swift motion from both men, and it had us fooled.

Hanson: Fletch is quick to his feet and tries to beat down on Savage to keep him from getting up, but Savage is getting to his feet no matter how hard Fletch hits him. Against the ropes by Fletch and going for a clothesline.

Vinegar Right into a SPINERBUSTER!!

Hanson: Fletch is flopping around like a fish, and I understand his pain.

Vinegar Savage going to climb the cage, and Fletch is still lying on the ground.

Hanson: SAVAGE TO THE TOP! This is over.

Vinegar NO IT ISN’T! Mike the preverbial spike has just launched him self off the barricade and dropkicked Savage off the top.

Hanson: Almost off the top. He managed to catch him self and is standing on the ropes now. LOOK! Referees are out, and taking away Mike the Spike as well as Ashley. NO, not Ashley. She is so pretty.

Vinegar That is what they deserve when you come to think about it.

Hanson: Not Ashley. She did not interfere.

Vinegar You’ll see her again at the up-coming pay per view. Horizon.

Hanson: I can’t wait that long to see her beautiful body.

Vinegar Savage trying to get back on top the cage, but Fletch is holding on to his leg.

Hanson: Looks like he is trying to hug Savage’s leg. Fletch needs to learn how to wrestle, and not to bond with his opponents.

Vinegar Right now, all he can do is try his best to keep Savage from climbing over the top, and he is doing it all by himself.

Hanson: After the interference, so it means nothing at all.

Vinegar OW! Savage just crotched himself on the top rope, and Fletch looks satisfied.

Hanson: You say that as if he likes to think of guys… know what. I will leave it alone.

Vinegar Fletch against the ropes and with a dropkick against Savage who is still stuck on the top rope.

Hanson: He just fell to the ground with two problems. His crotch problem, and a head-ache he has from that dropkick sending his head into the cage. Yet, Fletch still can’t bring out the win. Sad to see actually.

Vinegar Savage for the first time in the match seems to be in pain right now.

Hanson: He is not in pain. That moves performed by Fletch simply shocked him.

Vinegar Apparently not only him, but his Father as well. Father is trying to enter the cage, but the outside referees are keeping him out.

Hanson: Ace is there to settle him down, although Fletch does deserve to have interference against him.

Vinegar The match is equal right now, and it should stay that way.

Hanson: Fletch seems distracted by Father and his bickering with Ace to interfere.

Vinegar Turn around Fletch.

Hanson: Savage is up to his knees, and I think he notices Fletch turns around. GERMAN SUPLEX! That has got to be a racist comment somehow!

Vinegar Not just one German suplex, but a second, and a NO!

Hanson: WOW! Fletch just freed himself in mid air and connected with a rolling DDT to take Savage down again, and I think it took some juice out of him as well.

Vinegar Father once against trying to interfere, but Ace holding him back again. Fletch is crawling to the door, and pulling himself up with help from the cage.

Hanson: Savage however is laying flat on his back with his arms in the air trying to grasp reality would be my guess.

Vinegar Fletch walking over to Savage, and lifts him to his feet.

Hanson: Savage picked himself up. Fletch just looked like he was doing it.

Vinegar An uppercut to the head of Savage. Savage falls back and goes for a punch, but Fletch blocks, and hits another uppercut to the jaw of Savage. Savage falls back against, then goes for a strong clothesline, but Fletch dodges. A sit down jawbreaker bounces Savage back on his back. Fletch goes for a shooting-star plancha.

Hanson: A cover.

1!

2!

2.5!

Vinegar Savage kicks out, and Fletch jumps to his feet. Trying to lift Savage to his feet again, but Savage counters with a European uppercut.

Hanson: What makes it European?

Vinegar Just a term would be my guess. I actually have not an idea of why it is called the European uppercut.

Hanson: I think modified uppercut would be better, but if you wish to give it names. Call it the Aryan Uppercut.

Vinegar Call it what you want, but he just hit 4 of them on Fletch who is on a single knee right now.

Hanson: Savage goes behind, and wraps his arm around his waist. I think he is going for an Aryan Suplex.

Vinegar You renamed the German Suplex? After such greats as Chris Beniot, and Kurt Angle using it? You rename it?

Hanson: It was bound to happen when a better wrestler came along, and Savage is the man to rename it after.

Vinegar Apparently not, because Fletch countered it, and is going against the ropes for what I expect will be a dropkick.

Hanson: To bad it won’t materialize, because Savage just give him a stiff toe to the gut of Fletch. Followed by a forearm to the head, and Fletch is on his knees again.

Vinegar LOW BLOW! Savage is wincing at the idea of never having kids. Fletch has resorted to underhand tricks to win.

Hanson: I am laughing right now, because that was actually kind of random. Look at Fletch climb the top turnbuckle. A top-rope missile dropkick and Savage was just launched across the ring.

Vinegar Fletch is lying on the ground as well. He seems extremely worn out after that move.

Hanson: He should stop doing moves that take away his own energy.

Vinegar Some of the moves are the reason he is still in this match.

Hanson: He has yet to win, so none of that yet matters.

Vinegar Fletch is to his feet, and wobbling. Maybe he hit his head when he landed. Slowly, but surely he is making his way over to Savage.

Hanson: Savage is down, and he is going to lift him up and attempt to work him over some more? Stupid. He should have climbed the cage.

Vinegar: He has Savage on his knees and is placing his head between his legs. I think he is going for the piledriver.

Hanson: SAVAGE DO SOMETHING! YES! He just flipped Fletch over, and Fletch bounced off the cage down to the ground.

Vinegar: I think he almost landed on his neck. Savage stumbled to his knees, as he tries to walk.

Hanson: I can’t believe they are this tired. Savage get your ass to your feet and climb the cage.

Vinegar Amazing work by Fletch who Is getting to his feet already. I think he has the heart of fire, and not just the mind.

Hanson: That is not enough. Savage get your ass up and take care of Fletch.

Vinegar Fletch just bent Savage backwards, and is going for the reverse DDT.

Hanson: Savage just countered, and a HEADBUTT to the head sends Fletch rolling. Savage follows up with a spear, but Fletch jumps off and propels him self onto the top rope holding onto the top of the cage. Savage bounces off the ropes, and is heading for Fletch who is suddenly dropkicked by Ace from the outside sending him straight into a Tiger V from Savage.

Vinegar It never ends.

Hanson: For Fletch it will all be over soon. Savage is climbing the cage, but going a bit to slow for my taste.

Vinegar LOOK AT FLETCH! He is to his knees. Amazing, but he is trying his best.

Hanson: Savage is already over the top, and has landed. ITS OVER! Your winner is Savage. YES!

Vinegar Wait a second. Why is Father opening the door.

Hanson: The three of them have surrounded Fletch, who is barely standing with his own strength.

Vinegar They had better leave him alone, because he is exhausted.

Hanson: FINISH HIM!!!

: Cut it out, NOW!

Vinegar: What the hell is this?!

Kane White emerges on the stage, a mic in hand and a snarl across his face.

White: I've had ENOUGH OF THIS! I'm sick of all this interference SHIT! We're going to settle this ONCE AND FOR ALL! At Horizons it's going to be Fletch vs. Savage IN A LAST MAN STANDING MATCH!

Vinegar: BAH GAWD! THE FANS ARE GOING NUTS AT THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF A LAST MAN STANDING MATCH!!

Hanson: THAT'S ONE OF THE MOST BRUTAL MATCHES IN WRESTLING!

White: And if anyone interferes in the match, not only will I personally FIRE them, I'll give them the BIGGEST ASS KICKING they've ever received! How am I going to do this?! Because for that last man standing match, I, Kane White, will be THE SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE!!!

Vinegar: BAH GAWD! WHAT A HUGE ANNOUNCEMENT! KANE WHITE IS GOING TO BE BETWEEN SAVAGE AND FLETCH IN A LAST MAN STANDING MATCH AND ALL INTERFERENCE IS BANNED FROM RINGSIDE!!!

Hanson: THIS IS GOING TO BE INSANE!

Vinegar: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE WISH YOU GOOD NIGHT. BUT BEFORE WE GO, WE'RE GOING TO CHECK IN ON DECLAN PRESCOTT ONE LAST TIME!

Fletch: 0

Savage: 3.5

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The camera reveals Declan Prescott in the witness stand.

Tolton: Mr. Prescott, I'll keep this quick. You signed my client to a GIW contract deal, being fully aware of his condition, yes?

Declan: You mean his fatness?

Samuels: Mr. Prescott!

Declan: I just want to make sure I know what I'm answering.

Tolton: Yes Mr. Prescott, his obesity.

Declan: Yeah, I knew.

Tolton: And you signed him, anyway?

Declan: Yeah.

Tolton: You weren't concerned for his well being?

Declan: He had been given the all clear to compete by our doctors.

Tolton: But not to be injected with adrenaline, right?

Declan: Well... no...

Tolton: In fact, his obesity makes him especially vulnerable to adrenaline induced heart attacks. Right?

Declan: He's vulnerable to any heart attack!

Tolton: That isn't what I asked! Does Mr. V's condition makes him especially vulnerable to the fatal effects of adrenaline! Yes or no?!

Declan: Yes...

Tolton: No further questions.

Samuels: Mr. Prescott, do you have someone to cross examine you?

Declan: No, your honour.

Samuels: Would you like a recess in order to find one?

Declan: That won't be necessary.

Samuels: How do you plan on cross examining yourself?

Declan: I don't. I just want to draw the court's attention to the contract Mr. V and I agreed to for his Global Impact Wrestling appearance. Specifically, section 22, article b. This article states that, no matter what occurs to any participant in any match from any other participant, Global Impact Wrestling or any of it's owners and employees will not be held responsible for any injury or damage sustained on the part of the participant.

The court room again erupts into gasps and whispers.

Tolton: OBJECTION! DOCTOR WASN'T IN THE MATCH!

Declan: Doctor was assigned to the match as an official manager. Which means he was a participant in the match and, as such, Big Daddy V cannot sue myself or anyone else associated with my company. Thus, I move for this trial to be dismissed!

Samuels: You had this planned out from the very beginning, didn't you?!

Declan: I did, your honour.

Samuels: Very well. As much as this decision displeases me, I am forced to dismiss the case and have Mr. Prescott deemed not-guilty on all charges. However, Mr. Prescott, I suggest in the future, you refrain from wasting the court's time in such a manner!

Declan: What can I say? I've got a flair for the dramatics. And besides babe, a moment enjoyed isn't wasted.

Samuels: You shall not refer to a senior judge as 'babe'!!

Declan: Yeah, but you're not my judge anymore... Bitch.

Declan turns on his heels and arrogantly floats towards the court exit. As he passes a furious Tolton, he gives his opponent an arrogant wink. He then wraps his arm around Cara's waist and the two head for the exit. Before they reach their destination, Declan pauses at the GIW camera man in the room. He leans into the camera and grins broadly.

Declan: Hey Andy. I guess this means I'll be seeing you at Horizons.

Declan winks at the camera and then leaves the room with Cara. The two glide down the court house steps, before stopping abruptly. Lieing before them, face up on the steps is Doctor. He is unconscious and has blood dribbling out of his mouth.

Declan: That's interesting.

The camera fades, as Sentinel comes to a close.

Declan Prescott: 5 +

The Justice System: - Big Daddy V's Body Mass

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Originally posted, and probably written by, Declan Prescott