Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Feb 4, 2009 6:26:56 GMT -5
Vinegar: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another edition of GIW Sentinel! I'm Nicholas Vinegar, here with Daniel Hanson as always, and we're only seven short days away from this company's biggest PPV yet - Black Axis!
Hanson: And the superstars of GIW are just as aware of that fact as you, Nick. Tensions have been reaching boiling point as of late and I’m sure there are gonna be some explosions tonight!
Vinegar: Let’s just hope they’re not Vick Ace’s kind.
Ace: I heard that ******** licker!
Vinegar: Go stare at a watch, you big ****** of ****!
Hanson: Okay, let’s not get into this again!
As if hearing Hanson’s words, the arena suddenly turns pitch black. The building echoes with a variety of eerie, haunting sounds. As the lights return, Lord Deathman has appeared in the ring on one knee. Only feet away, Misery stands tall behind him.
Dennis: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied by Misery, from The Dark and weighing in at 370 pounds, The Darkness, The Creator Of Ultra Violence... LOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRD DEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATHMAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!!
Deathman rises to his feet and casts a foreboding stare towards the entrance ramp.
Almost immediately, “Trogdor” smashes into play over the arena sound system. Progdoor stomps his way down the ramp and pretends to breathe fire over the nearby fans. A massive eruption of pyro explodes behind him simultaneously.
Dennis: And the opponent, from BURNiTOPIA and weighing in at 213 pounds, Mr. BURNiNATOR... PROGDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRR!!!!!!
Progdoor storms into the ring and begins roaring at Deathman. Misery rolls here eyes and exits the ring, as the bell sounds.
Vinegar: He we go in what should be a very ‘interesting’ match. Progdoor is making his in-ring debut here, so I really haven’t the faintest clue about what to expect.
Hanson: And if Deathman has his way, this match will also be Progdoor’s last!
Vinegar: The action has kicked off! Progdoor springs into motion and leaps onto Deathman! HE’S BITING DEATHMAN’S FOREHEAD!!!
Hanson: But Deathman wraps a hand around Progdoor’s throat and slams him harshly into the mat, spine first. That’s some incredible power from Deathman and nothing less than what we’ve come to expect from the giant.
Vinegar: But Progdoor isn’t done yet! He’s back to his feet and he -
Hanson: Walks straight into a kick to the face from Deathman...
Vinegar: Well it’s still early going here, just give Proggy a chance.
Hanson: No, this match, along with ‘Proggy’s’ hopes of survival, is finished. Deathman is signalling for the Graveyard Effect.
Vinegar: Progdoor is slowly clambering to his feet AND DEATHMAN GRABS HIM!!! DEATHMAN NAILS THE GRAVEYARD EFFECT!!! THE SAME MOVE THAT PUT LEVI WITHAM IN THE HOSPITAL!!!
Hanson: One. Two. Three! Thankfully, this one is done.
Dennis: The winner of the match... LOOOOOOORD DEAAAAAAAAAATHMAAAAAAN!!!!
Vinegar: But Deathman isn’t done yet! He’s pulling the lifeless Progdoor up by the neck! Dammit, this is uncalled for!!
Hanson: Deathman made a statement on Witham last week and it seems he plans on doing the same tonight.
Vinegar: No! This isn’t right!!
As Deathman holds the lifeless Progdoor, the titration cuts to a hospital room. One man lies in a bed, covered by white sheets and bandages. A second young man is seated next to his fallen comrade. The man in the chair stands and solemnly, but determinedly, walks towards the camera. He stops only inches away from the lens, revealing his angered face to be that of Sean Jensen. He speaks into the camera, his voice fuelled with a hoarse hatred.
Jensen: Deathman, listen to me and listen well! I’m sick and tired of you hurting my friends! My brother is lin a coma because you attacked him from behind! Now you want to hurt Progdoor after the match is over?! You’re a coward and you sicken me!
Hanson: How does Sean know what’s going on?!
Vinegar: We’re on live broadcast around the country, Daniel.
Jensen: And I’m not going to tolerate it a second longer! You hear me Deathman?! At Black Axis, I CHALLENGE YOU!!! I’m going to put an end to this destruction personally! And after I’m done with you, you’ll be lucky if you can ever stand again... let alone compete. WHAT DO YOU SAY?!
Deathman casts a commanding stare towards Misery. She takes a spare mic from ringside and tosses it to Deathman. He catches it without looking and stares up, towards the titantron.
Deathman: I accept!
Without warning, Deathman smashes the microphone over Progdoor’s head. Progdoor falls lifelessly to the canvas, blood dribbling out of his forehead.
Jensen: YOU’RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!!!
Vinegar: MY GOD! Jensen has had enough of Deathman and has issued the challenge! At Black Axis, I won't be surprised if these men destroy each other!!!
Hanson: I’m sure they’re thinking the same thing!
Hanson: And the superstars of GIW are just as aware of that fact as you, Nick. Tensions have been reaching boiling point as of late and I’m sure there are gonna be some explosions tonight!
Vinegar: Let’s just hope they’re not Vick Ace’s kind.
Ace: I heard that ******** licker!
Vinegar: Go stare at a watch, you big ****** of ****!
Hanson: Okay, let’s not get into this again!
As if hearing Hanson’s words, the arena suddenly turns pitch black. The building echoes with a variety of eerie, haunting sounds. As the lights return, Lord Deathman has appeared in the ring on one knee. Only feet away, Misery stands tall behind him.
Dennis: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied by Misery, from The Dark and weighing in at 370 pounds, The Darkness, The Creator Of Ultra Violence... LOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRD DEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATHMAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!!
Deathman rises to his feet and casts a foreboding stare towards the entrance ramp.
Almost immediately, “Trogdor” smashes into play over the arena sound system. Progdoor stomps his way down the ramp and pretends to breathe fire over the nearby fans. A massive eruption of pyro explodes behind him simultaneously.
Dennis: And the opponent, from BURNiTOPIA and weighing in at 213 pounds, Mr. BURNiNATOR... PROGDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRR!!!!!!
Progdoor storms into the ring and begins roaring at Deathman. Misery rolls here eyes and exits the ring, as the bell sounds.
Vinegar: He we go in what should be a very ‘interesting’ match. Progdoor is making his in-ring debut here, so I really haven’t the faintest clue about what to expect.
Hanson: And if Deathman has his way, this match will also be Progdoor’s last!
Vinegar: The action has kicked off! Progdoor springs into motion and leaps onto Deathman! HE’S BITING DEATHMAN’S FOREHEAD!!!
Hanson: But Deathman wraps a hand around Progdoor’s throat and slams him harshly into the mat, spine first. That’s some incredible power from Deathman and nothing less than what we’ve come to expect from the giant.
Vinegar: But Progdoor isn’t done yet! He’s back to his feet and he -
Hanson: Walks straight into a kick to the face from Deathman...
Vinegar: Well it’s still early going here, just give Proggy a chance.
Hanson: No, this match, along with ‘Proggy’s’ hopes of survival, is finished. Deathman is signalling for the Graveyard Effect.
Vinegar: Progdoor is slowly clambering to his feet AND DEATHMAN GRABS HIM!!! DEATHMAN NAILS THE GRAVEYARD EFFECT!!! THE SAME MOVE THAT PUT LEVI WITHAM IN THE HOSPITAL!!!
Hanson: One. Two. Three! Thankfully, this one is done.
Dennis: The winner of the match... LOOOOOOORD DEAAAAAAAAAATHMAAAAAAN!!!!
Vinegar: But Deathman isn’t done yet! He’s pulling the lifeless Progdoor up by the neck! Dammit, this is uncalled for!!
Hanson: Deathman made a statement on Witham last week and it seems he plans on doing the same tonight.
Vinegar: No! This isn’t right!!
As Deathman holds the lifeless Progdoor, the titration cuts to a hospital room. One man lies in a bed, covered by white sheets and bandages. A second young man is seated next to his fallen comrade. The man in the chair stands and solemnly, but determinedly, walks towards the camera. He stops only inches away from the lens, revealing his angered face to be that of Sean Jensen. He speaks into the camera, his voice fuelled with a hoarse hatred.
Jensen: Deathman, listen to me and listen well! I’m sick and tired of you hurting my friends! My brother is lin a coma because you attacked him from behind! Now you want to hurt Progdoor after the match is over?! You’re a coward and you sicken me!
Hanson: How does Sean know what’s going on?!
Vinegar: We’re on live broadcast around the country, Daniel.
Jensen: And I’m not going to tolerate it a second longer! You hear me Deathman?! At Black Axis, I CHALLENGE YOU!!! I’m going to put an end to this destruction personally! And after I’m done with you, you’ll be lucky if you can ever stand again... let alone compete. WHAT DO YOU SAY?!
Deathman casts a commanding stare towards Misery. She takes a spare mic from ringside and tosses it to Deathman. He catches it without looking and stares up, towards the titantron.
Deathman: I accept!
Without warning, Deathman smashes the microphone over Progdoor’s head. Progdoor falls lifelessly to the canvas, blood dribbling out of his forehead.
Jensen: YOU’RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!!!
Vinegar: MY GOD! Jensen has had enough of Deathman and has issued the challenge! At Black Axis, I won't be surprised if these men destroy each other!!!
Hanson: I’m sure they’re thinking the same thing!