Sentinel 22/11/09 Delayed Results

[Alex Kiseragi]

Vinegar: Welcome wrestling fans to what promises to be a really-

Hanson: Bad show.

Vinegar: Bad? How can you say that?

Hanson: Well we’ve only got three matches booked for a start.

Vinegar: It’s quality over quantity.

Hanson: And we’re expecting mic time for Tim Kingsley.

Vinegar: Give him a chance.

Hanson: And I just have a bad feeling.

Vinegar: Guilt?

Hanson: Not today.

Vinegar: Shame.

Hanson: I’ve had more.

Vinegar: Well I guess we’ll have to see.

Dennis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

‘In Time’

The arena blacks out all lights except the ones over the entrance ramp, ring, and the first five rows or so. As Mark Collie begins his haunting ballad "In Time," the image of a dimly lit hallway which could be in any arena appears on the screen. A silhouette resembling Jet Somers appears in the distance of the hallway, walking toward the screen. As the first verse plays out, he marches resolutely to full size on the screen, and as the last line is spoken, 'In time, your time will be no more...,' the silhouette has filled the dark hall, and the vertical control suddenly flips out as Nonpoint's "Everybody Down" hits hard and Jet runs out from behind the curtain. He runs to the edge of the stage and pumps his fist in the air a few times.

Dennis: Introducing first, from Deep Creek, Mississippi. Weighing in at 185lbs! Jet Someeeeers!!!

At 'And when I stomp you' Jet sprints down the ramp, slapping hands in the crowd as he goes, running to leap onto the apron of the ring. He grabs the rope with one hand and pumps the other fist in the air on each 'Everybody Down!' chant of the chorus. Jet finally steps in, bouncing on the balls of his feet and throwing shadow punches to warm up.

‘Hells Bells’

The lights dim with each tolling of the bell as well as any other speakers save for the music and the commentators mics. As the Guitar starts up a spot light goes to the entrance...with no one there. Continues..spot light searches the ring. No one. From the audience themselves he arises, towering over the local ring side attendees. Jumping the railing he fights his way to the ring.

Dennis: And the opponent! From The Devil’s Basin. Weighing in at 287lbs! Exiiiiile!!!

Exile dives into the ring and bell goes.

Ding! Ding!

Vinegar: Here we go!

The match starts with Exile taking control, charging Jet as soon as he gets into the ring. Early forearm strikes rock Jet back into the corner where Exile opens up with some knife edge chops. He whips Jet across the ring and hits him with a clothesline. Jet slumps to the ground where Exile applies a foot choke. Hazel East forces him to break the hold at 4.

Exile drags Jet out and hits him with a body slam followed up by some hard stomps to the body, finished with an elbow drop. Exile makes the cover but only gets a one count.

As Exile drags Jet back to his feet, Somers fights back. Hard hooks to the body break Exiles grip and Jet stands up. He quickly knocks Exile down with a punch combo and Hazel East warns him for the closed fist shots. With Exile down though Jet follows up with some hard knee strikes to the body.

Jet locks in a bow and arrow lock and keeps it in tight. Exile refuses to tap out though and Jet eventually releases the hold. As Exile tries to get back to his feet Jet comes back with an Anaconda choke. This time however Exile gets to the ropes.

Jet pulls him away and into the centre of the ring where he attempts a spinning back fist which Exile is able to duck. He counters with a jawbreaker which staggers Somers. Exile follows up with a fall away slam and attempts another cover. This time he gets a 2 count.

Exile drags Jet back to the corner and beats him ‘Foot to Ass Style’. He then backs up and charges in with a running low knee. Jet seems to be on dream street so Exile hefts him onto his back, looking for the Golgotha. Jet recovers though and flips back onto his feet in front of Exile and knocks him down with a Kao Loi. Jet goes up to the top rope himself and connects with a diving fist drop. He covers for a two count.

Jet pulls Exile back up and Irish whips him across the ring. Exile slides under the bottom rope to the outside. Clearly hurt, Exile takes a chair from ringside and slides back into the ring. Hazel East tries to stop him but Exile intimidates her enough to make her back off.

Exile swings at Jet but he ducks it. Jet rolls under four attempted chair shots. A frustrated Exile takes a fifth desperate swing. Jet bobs under it and comes up with a powerful left hook that spins Exile around on his feet and forces him to drop the chair. The Wild Card takes his chance and locks in a rear naked choke, falling onto his back to locks his legs in too.

Exile soon passes out.

Ding! Ding!

Dennis: Here is your winner! Jet Someeeeers!!!

Vinegar: See, that wasn’t so bad was it?

Hanson: Not up to me to say.

[Alex Kiseragi]

“Life on mars?” comes over the personal announcement system as ‘the space cadet’ enters the arena, microphone in hand, to the sounds of mixed reactions.

Dennis: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome, THE SPAAACE CADEEEET!!!!! TIIIIIIIIIIIM KINGSLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!

Tim continues to ignore the fans reactions as he slides into the ring.

Hanson: So he still works here?

Vinegar: Yeah, he does.

Hanson: Wow, this must be the longest he has ever been in GIW.

Tim raises the mic to his lips.

Kingsley: As most of you would realise, my new mission involves the man whom I helped to win his coveted GIW.com title, JK.

The crowd cheers at JK’s name.

Kingsley: So the ingrate gets the cheers is it? Well what about me? Sure, the fans that I gained when I started here still cheer, but what about the rest of you fickle assholes? You boo me because I lay a truth about your champion? You people make me fucking sick!

The crowd boos loudly

Kingsley: Then again, I guess you need those people who grab glory off of others talents to prove to yourselves that you don’t need to be talented to get somewhere in life.

Again, the crowd boos real loud.

Vinegar: Man, Kingsley sure has lost the respect of the audience here tonight

Hanson: Either that or he’s trying to be Jericho.

Kingsley: I want answers as to why this “Champion” as you call him, can even look at himself and even agree that he is champion s........

“Jeremy” comes over the speakers to a loud cheer from the fans in attendance, JK walks out onto the platform, and the cheers get even louder. He paces up and down on the stage before the music dies down and he begins to talk.

JK: You want to know how I can say I’m a champion? Easy. I have defended this title against some of the toughest competitors in GIW, and guess what? I still have this title around my waist. What have you done except bitch and moan about how you can never get anywhere in the world of sports entertainment?

A smaller cheer ushers from the crowd.

Kingsley: If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t even have that fucking title to begin with. Yet when you won it, where was my thanks? I’ll tell you, it wasn’t even there. Everyone was so adamant about talking about this sixteen year old taking the title that no one even bothered to think about the guy who trained him.

JK laughs.

JK: Of course they would rather talk about that, when was the last time you ever saw a teenager under 18 take home a championship?

Kingsley: But I received no acknowledgement of even getting you into championship material. I created you for god’s sake.

JK: You know something; I’ve just about had it with your fucking attitude.

Vinegar: JK is storming down to the ring, and he looks pissed.

Hanson: behold the wrath of a pubescent adolescent. Not surprising, Kingsley doesn’t even look worried.

JK leaps up onto the apron and enters the ring. Kingsley laughs.

Kingsley: I wouldn’t try that if I were you. You see, I had a feeling that you might try a sneak attack, so I convinced an old friend to rejoin.

The National anthem for the old U.S.S.R. hits as the 7ft angry communist enters the arena to a loud chorus of boos. He says something in Russian and smiles as JK looks out towards him with a look of frustration on his face.

Kingsley: You so much as lay one finger on me, and Vlad will see to it that you aren’t able to even crawl out of the arena.

Vinegar: JK is certainly stuck between a rock and a hard place here.

JK looks out at Vlad again, and shrugs before advancing on Kingsley.

Vinegar: What the hell???

Hanson: Ok, either JK is incredibly stupid, or.......well........just incredibly stupid.

Vinegar: I’d say he’s a fighting champion, and looks like he is willing to fight his way out of this situation.

JK charges in on Tim Kingsley and hits a flying forearm, causing Tim to stagger into the turnbuckle. JK climbs up and starts unloading with stiff right hand shots to the head. Vladimir Ulysys enters the ring and pulls JK off. JK gets quickly up and starts to stare down big Vlad.

Vinegar: What heart, JK is showing no signs of backing down, or even intimidation from this big Russian.

JK goes for a big kick to the mid-section. Vladimir just laughs it off.

Hanson: That was never going to work.

Vladimir now starts to beat down on JK; he then whips the cyclone to the ropes, and hits a big powerslam, causing the ring to vibrate a little from the impact. Tim is now back up and the two begin to double team JK.

Vinegar: Oh, come on now, this is despicable. Two grown men, beating up a teenager.

Hanson: Well, JK made the stupid decision to attack Kingsley, and now he’s suffering the repercussions.

“The Diamantina Drover” starts playing as Ethan King runs down in aid of JK. He starts to take down the two, sending Kingsley back to the outside, but has a little trouble in taking down Vladimir, who is still standing even after Ethan gives it everything that he’s got in trying to take him down. Paul Cockatoo comes out of the crowd to help Ethan out, and they manage to bring the big guy down to one knee. JK soon gets back up as his two friends are continuing to beat Vladimir.

Vinegar: What the.....why is JK rolling out of the ring?

Hanson: No idea, but probably looking for a weapon, seeing as he’s just lifted the ring apron.

Vinegar: He’d better hurry then, doesn’t look like Ethan and Cockatoo can hold out much longer, and Kingsley is back to a vertical basis, and is now back in the ring an....oh my.......

JK pulls out the Barbed wire cricket bat that he used to kickstart the feud between him and Kingsley in the first place. JK quickly borrows Dennis’ microphone.

JK: Oi King-git, I want you to get reacquainted with an old friend of mine.

JK slides into the ring, and hits Kingsley with the cricket bat, causing him to double over and roll out of the ring. Paul and Ethan again take Vlad down to his knees, giving JK the chance to take a shot to his head. Vlad now rolls out, blood pouring down the side of his face. Kingsley looks pissed off.

JK: What can I say, you have your allies, and I have mine.

Kingsley: Right, you and your little friends want a fight? Me and Vlad will take you on next week, in a two on three handicap match.

JK: You want us, then you got us mate. Next week, you and that big pink Russian guy, Verses The Aussie Rebels.

Vinegar: What a match!

Hanson: Roberts verses the lord-chief would still be better I say....

[Alex Kiseragi]

Vinegar: Well, now all that unpleasantness is passed, it looks like we can get onto out next match up.

Hanson: I should probably sit this one out again huh?

Vinegar: Depends if you think you can maintain your professionalism.

Hanson: Please, Nick, it’s me.

Vinegar: Yeah, best stay quiet. I doubt anyone will notice either way.

Hanson: I’m offended.

Vinegar: No-one cares.

Dennis: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall where the winner will decide the stipulation for the Tag Team Title Match at Horizons!

‘Living on a Prayer’

Colin steps out onto the stage and thrusts his fist into the air. Then he walks down the ramp, slapping hands all the way down.

Dennis: Introducing first, from New Jersey! Weighing in at 270lbs! The Classic, Colin Daviiisss!!!

He goes all the way around the ring to greet the fans before rolling in under the rope and throwing another fist into the air.

‘Dark of the Matinee’

The arena goes dark and silent momentarily, then a solitary spotlight shines near the entrance. A young man who looks like a Newsies extra squats in front of the entryway in the spotlight, holding a clapboard. He shouts action, claps it down, and the slam is punctuated by the entryway exploding in sparks and the first staccato chords of the entrance music.

Dennis: And his tag team partner! From Hollywood, California! Weighing in at 180lbs! The Auteur, Moss Edwaaaaaards!!!

Moss steps through the sparks, followed by his small crew of assistants and his boom mic operator. He wears a Kangol, glasses, and a leather vest. He stands for a moment, surveys the crowd through “shot framing hands” then barks orders at his crew. They move down the walkway, one assistant taking notes on her clipboard, another assistant handing The Auteur a bottle of water (which he'll throw into the crowd after taking a sip) or his camera. The Auteur's camera links to the live feed, so when he shoots footage it can be shown on the screen. He treats the crowd like a documentary subject, asking them questions or putting himself in the shot and talking about how sad their lives are. When they get to the ring, he puts his camera in the corner and has his assistants remove his hat, glasses, and vest from ringside. The crew leaves, and Moss hops up on the corner post to play to the crowd.

‘Kickstart my Heart’

Brandon Brown makes his way down to the ring, doing his trademark poses as he goes.

Dennis: And their opponents! Introducing first, from Albion, Indiana! Weighing in at 190lbs! He is one half of the GIW Tag Team Champions! Brandooooon Broooooown!!!

Brandon slides into the ring and climbs a turnbuckle to pose as he awaits his partner.

‘Teahouse’

Alex walks out to the top of the ramp where he throws two right roundhouse kicks, each accompanied by a small pyro, followed by a split legged back flip with a larger pyro.

Dennis: And his tag team partner! From San Francisco, California! Weighing in at 198lbs! He is the second half of the GIW Tag Team Champions! The Dragon, Alex Kiseragiiiiiii!!!

He walks down to the ring, slapping a few outstretched hands as he passes. As he approaches the ring he takes a few quick steps and jumps through the first and second ropes into a roll and up to his feet. He climbs a random turnbuckle and poses for a second before back flipping off.

Vinegar: This one looks like it’s ready to get underway.

Ding! Ding!

Hanson: What gave it away?

Colin Davis and Brandon Brown start the match off. They lock up in the middle of the ring and Davis takes charge with a side headlock. Brandon breaks free and puts in a hammerlock, followed by a headlock of his own. Davis gets back to the ropes and sends Brandon running, followed by a shoulder block. Davis then runs of the ropes and comes back with a senton which Brandon avoids. As they comes up Brandon takes Colin over with an arm drag and locks in an arm bar. Colin fight back up to his feet and counters into an arm wringer of his own. Brandon handsprings out of it and hits a dropkick.

Colin falls back into his corner and tags in Moss. Moss and Brandon tie up this time. Brandon puts in an arm wrench. Moss cartwheels out and hits an enziguri. He covers but only gets a one count. Moss hit’s a springboard leg drop then tags Colin back in. The two of them hit a double overhead suplex on Brandon.

Colin takes over with the power game, first hitting a big body slam, then a side belly to belly suplex and finally a power slam. He covers for a two count. Colin picks him up again and goes for a power bomb. Brandon rolls off and lands on his feet in front of him. Davis goes for a clothesline but Brandon ducks it and gets behind him, countering with a neck breaker.

Vinegar: Oh, after the damage taken last week, that can’t be good.

Hanson: He looks like he’s in a lot of pain. See how pale he’s gone!

Vinegar: Uh…

Brandon gets to his corner and tags in Alex. Kiseragi is about to pounce on Davis when he realises he’s hardly moved. Alex pauses and instead gently drags Colin to his corner. A bemused Moss Edwards tags himself in and the two of them circle. Alex attacks first with a low sweep that Moss jumps over. Moss strikes back with a snap low dropkick that hits Alex before he can come up. Moss goes to the top rope. As Alex gets to his feet, Moss goes for a diving cross body but Kiseragi counters with a spinning back kick and Moss goes down.

Alex drags Moss up into the corner and unloads with a barrage of right roundhouse kicks to the body. Moss falls forward and Alex finishes with a hip toss, followed with a kick to the spine and a quick pin. Moss kicks out at two. Alex drags Moss up and tags in Brandon. Alex opens Moss up and Brandon kicks him in the gut.

Brandon goes straight for an abdominal stretch. Moss yells out in pain but it able to get free. Before he can do any more though, Brandon takes him down with a DDT. He makes the tag back to Alex.

Alex flies into the ring with a serpantsault. The pin gets another two count. Alex runs to the ropes. Moss manages to dive at his feet so Alex steps over. At the far side of the ring, Colin has recovered enough to elbow him in the back on the head. Alex staggers forward into a Casting Session, submission hold. Brandon is forced to come in to break the hold.

Moss makes the tag to Colin. Davis hit’s an atomic drop, Moss hits an inverted atomic drop and Colin finishes with a high angle back suplex. They get a two count. Colin picks Alex back up though clearly still feeling the effects of the neck breaker. He sets Alex up in the corner and hits him with some knife edge chops. He then places Alex on the top rope and goes for a superplex. Alex blocks it though the attempt hurts Colin’s neck more. Alex shoves Colin down to the mat and hit’s a frog splash. He gets a two count before Moss breaks the pin.

Brandon tries to get involved but gets hit with a double arm DDT. Moss this time drags Colin over to his corner and tags himself in. He hits Alex with a clothesline as he gets up. Then hits Brandon with a running calf kick. Then Alex again with a spinning wheel kick. Then back to Brandon with a slingshot Thumbs Down to the outside. He’s quickly back into the ring and goes for a suplex on Alex. The Dragon counters with a small package. At the two count Moss gets a leg free and onto the middle rope. Owen Peterson doesn’t see it though and counts the three.

Ding! Ding!

Dennis: Here are your winners! Alex Kiseragi and Brandon Brown!

Vinegar: The champions pick up the win here tonight but under controversial circumstances.

Hanson: That’s how it goes sometimes in this business.

Vinegar: Well, we’ll have to see whether Moss Edwards lets this stand. There was a lot riding on this match.

Hanson: Really?

Vinegar: Yes! The choice of stipulation could be critical.

Hanson: I guess a kicks to the head only match would sure stack it in Kiseragi’s favour.

Vinegar: Exactly, though I doubt it would be there choice.

Hanson: How little you know.

Vinegar: Next up is the main event!

[Alex Kiseragi]

Hanson: Yeah! Blessed Immortality time.

Vinegar: I doubt this will go how you like.

Hanson: And how do you think I like?

Vinegar: With Travis and Donovan teaming up and playing nice.

Hanson: Why wouldn’t it?

Vinegar: Because they keep beating each other up. They have a last man standing match for the Unified Global title coming up you know.

Hanson: They’re consummate professionals though.

Vinegar: I think they’re two of the least professional people in this company.

Hanson: You mean compared to KvK and Carnival?

Vinegar: Ok, not the least but hardly ‘consummate’.

Hanson: You need to mind you words.

Vinegar: I can’t be bothered to ramble any longer. Let’s get this started.

Dennis: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and is your main event!

‘Finger Paintings of the Insane ’

Acid Bath’s “Finger Paintings of the Insane” hits over the system, the lights flashing and then dissolving it’s a flurry, enough to make the epileptics in the crowd sorry they’ve come to this particular show.

Turning the knife
Buried in your stomach
I woke up alive black with stain
Glistening and new the sunset's coming...
Coming... coming... Coming
Finger paintings of the insane

Malise comes swaying out from the backstage area, dancing to the music, her blonde hair swinging into her face as she starts head banging to the music, her hair making a halo around her head. She stops, throwing her hands up, and skips down to the ring, her platform heels making loud clacking sounds as they strike the ramp. She slaps hands with the fans who hold theirs out, smacking foreheads of the ones who are close enough and don’t.

Dennis: Introducing first! From New Orleans, Louisiana! Weighing in at 125lbs! Maliiiiise!!!

Reaching the ring, she leaps up onto the apron and, grasping the top rope, flips herself into the ring, landing smoothly on her feet. She smoothes her dress down and curtsies to the crowd before moving off and waiting for the match to begin.

‘Grease Paint and Monkey Brains’

Working on it.

Dennis: Um, Carnivaaaaaaaal!

Vinegar: That was fast.

Hanson: Good. Next!

‘Immortal’

Donovan Hastings makes his way out onto the ramp. He poses at the top then makes his way towards the ring.

Dennis: And their opponents! Introducing first, from Hartford, Connecticut! Weighing in at 230lbs! The Number 1 contender to the Unified Global Title! The Lord of Pain, Donovaaaaan Haaaastings!!!

Hastings gets down to the ring and climbs up the steps and in through the ropes.

‘Bummer’

Music would start up, plays for about 30 seconds and when drums hit in Travis appears through the curtain. His arms will be spread out as if expecting a hero’s welcome, but of course no-one knows who he is. Not put off by any weak reactions, shrugs his shoulders, and looks around as if to say “I was born to do this, and you’ll all know it soon enough”.

Dennis: And his tag team partner! From Phoenix Arizona! Weighing in at 220lbs! He is the Unified Global Champioooon! The Blessed One, Traviiiis Robeeeeerts!!!

As he struts down to the ring, he nods and smiles in a fairly patronising way at the crowd. But will generally stop in the vicinity of an attractive women and begin to talk to her, after a while he’ll remember what he’s supposed to be doing, and slip the girl his number, and almost begrudgingly head to the ring.

On climbing into the ring, will look his opponent up and down, and grin to himself whilst shaking his head as if to say “this is what you have for me?”

Vinegar: It’s time for this ain event match up to begin.

Ding! Ding!

Travis quickly climbs out onto the apron, volunteering Donovan to start. Carnival makes to start on the opposite side. Hastings locks Carnival up and puts him in a side headlock. Carnival powers out and shoves Hastings towards the ropes. Hastings comes back with a shoulder block but Carnival doesn’t move. Hastings comes off the ropes again and hits another shoulder block but Carnival stays on his feet. Carnival runs to the ropes. When he comes back, Hastings tackles him with a double leg takedown and hits him with mounted punches.

Hastings goes to make a tag but Travis moves his hand away and drops off the apron.

Vinegar: Told you.

Hanson: Travis is just managing their tag level. It’s an important tactical decision.

Hastings turns back as Carnival gets to his feet. Carnival head butts him and rocks him back against the ropes. He opens up with some overhand chops to the chest of Hastings, then an Irish whip and a back body drop. Carnival quickly makes the tag to Malise who climbs straight to the top rope and dives off with a big elbow drop. She makes the cover. Hastings powers out at 2.

Hastings tries to get to his feet. Each time he gets onto all fours though, Malise hits him with a low dropkick to the head. On the fourth attempt, Hastings moves out of the way and the kick misses. Hastings quickly locks Malise into a Texas cloverleaf. Carnival comes in and hits Hastings with a clothesline to the back on the head to break the hold.

Hastings staggers forward and catches Travis unaware as he was trying to chat up a girl in the front row and makes the tag. Travis reluctantly enters the ring as Malise get’s to her feet. She runs at Travis and takes him over with a crucifix pin for a one count. As he gets up she takes him over into an inside cradle for another one. Travis powers out but Malise keeps hold of an arm she uses to pull him into a backslide for another one.

Travis gets back to his feet, clearly frustrated and bum rushes Malise into a corner. He follows up with some hard shoulder thrusts to the body followed up with a releasing overhead suplex. Travis covers for a two count. He drags her back to her feet and over to the corner. He points Hastings attention away and tags him while he’s not looking.

Hastings enters the ring and hit’s a scoop slam. He runs to the ropes and comes back with an elbow drop. He goes straight into an attempt at the Hands of Fate but Malise is able to wriggle free and over to her corner where she tags in Carnival. Carnival enters the ring as Hastings gets to his feet and shoulder blocks him off his feet and through the air into his corner. He follows up with haymakers in the corner. Travis simply stands and watches. Carnival whips Hastings across to the opposite corner and follows up with an avalanche. Carnival tags in Malise who goes to the top rope and hit’s a front missile dropkick. She pins for a two count.

Malise goes back to the top rope as Hastings gets back to his feet again. She dives off and goes for a diving hurricanrana. Hastings catches her at the last second, inches off the ground and picks her up to hit a power bomb. He holds it for the pin and a two count.

Malise starts getting to her feet as Hastings poses in the ring. He grabs her before she can get back to make a tag though. Hastings grabs her and hoists her onto his shoulder. He walks around the ring, showing the ease he carries her with. As he passes his corner, Travis tags himself in. Just as Hastings is about to execute his move, Travis pulls Malise off his shoulders and hits her with his own full nelson slam. He makes the cover but Hastings pulls him up.

The two argue in their corner, Glenn Burke trying to get between them. Meanwhile, Mailse is able to crawl over to her corner and make the tag to Carnival.

Carnival storms in and takes both opponents down with a double clothesline. He rolls Hastings out of the ring with his foot then turns back to Travis. He pulls him up to his feet and hits him with a spine buster. As Travis tries to get away he catches him and nails him with a curb stomp. He makes a cover but only gets a two count.

Carnival drags him back to the middle of the ring again and onto his feet to hit an inverted death valley driver. Another pin attempt only draws a two count. Carnival hefts Travis up a third time and goes for a Killing Joke. Travis slides down behind him and hit’s the Diamond Dust. Travis goes to the top rope and comes off with a perfect diving elbow drop. He makes the cover for a three count and the win.

Ding! Ding!

Dennis: Here are your winners! Travis Roberts and Donovan Hastings!

As Carnival and Malise get out of the ring, Hastings gets back in and blind sides Travis. The two of them start to brawl wildly in the middle of the ring. Glenn Burke tries to separate them unsuccessfully. They keep brawling until Bling and his posse comes out to separate them. Eventually they are dragged apart. Hastings breaks free first and tries to get to Travis.

Crowd: Let them fight! Let them fight! Let them fight!

Once Hastings is contained again Travis breaks free and goes for him. The show ends with Travis being pulled away from the ring, up the ramp while half a dozen men hold Donovan in the corner of the ring

[Alex Kiseragi]

Credits

JK/Tim Kingsley Segment

JK

Everything Else

Me

[Jet Somers]

Awesome seg brit!!!

Oh wait...

lol

Good job Alex, thanks for getting it up for me.

Wait...

lol

[Lord Hastings]

THANK YOU A-KIS.

I'm playing a bit of catch-up here after not being around myself the last couple days, but it's pretty clear Kis is the only reason anything is up at all, and I only had time for a skim at the moment but it looks like he did a great job under the circumstances.

I heard this morning from T-Rob, who depending on which of my following stories you choose to believe, either sent up smoke signals while backpacking the Himalayas or e-mailed me from an internet cafe in South England as he is dragged on a pre-Xmas country tour to visit relatives of his G/F (who I understand is actually quite nice, thereby I shall NOT refer to her as the ball and chain, at least directly).

Anyway, on Saturday night, what a surprise, my computer decided to have a breakdown of some sort and keep freezing. I left it until the next day, thinking it would be fine, and I could write up a quick recapped show on Sunday before we left.

Well that didn't happen, the computer was still buggered and I had to start a disc scan on it, which proceeded to take 4 hours +, I say + because we had to leave before it even finished checking the disc.

So I sit here, on Tuesday, having finally got access to a computer, and I CANNOT get onto the site, when I try to use the link on the EWiki it starts asking me to download attatchments, which I wouldn't do on my own computer, and the Internet Cafe computer certainly won't let me.

I interpreted that from smoke signals, of course.

In any case, when he returns I will teach T-Rob more efficient ways to backdoor onto the board, but in the meantime I'm not sure if a decision has been made for this week? Personally I think we should bag this week due to the holiday combined with its already Tuesday, have a final show on the 6th to set up Horizons, and Horizons is on the 13th. However, we want a show this weekend, I'm good for at least one match, possibly two, plus I'm willing to hold the reigns as far as putting it together and posting, if somebody (Kis?) can get a card up today, as I'm leaving as soon as I finish this for work and after work I'm headed into the city with the g/f for a concert.

Some parting words from the Boss...

And again, apologise for me PLEASE.

[Moss Works Jericho's Schedule]

At least there was a show. That's really all I can add at this point. Sorry you had to pull it all off yourself, AKis. Pick a good stip, we don't want you, me, BoolZ, and Brandon slogging through a crap match (that means nothing on a pole)

[Alex Kiseragi]

I felt a little bad having judged my own match. That's why I left the ending controversial. If you'd like a rematch for it you're welcome.

[Sheena Ramone]

I also helped with the promo, was a great show considdering the circumstances. I applaud you alex

[Eden Morgan]

Agreed. I know I couldn't have thrown an entire show together under such short notice... even under long notice I'd be stressed to hell and back. So yeah, kudos.

[>V<]

You? Stressed?!