Sentinel 07/12/09 Results

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: Welcome to the very last Sentinel of 2009!

Hanson: The year of ‘The Headliner’...

Vinegar: Man, literally seconds into the show and you negate all the work that was done last week, one of the best things about last week was your lack of verbal felatio towards Travis Roberts...

Hanson: I was just stating a fact it has been his year.

Vinegar: it’s hard to argue that, but what a show we have to wet your appetites for GIW’s Flagship show next week, the card has been announced and it should be one hell of a night...

Hanson: Tonight on the other hand could go either way.

Vinegar: It’s the same almost every week, but GIW isn’t as successful as it is now without some end product. We’ve got a plethora of matches for you all tonight, so let’s get straight into the first one.

The lights dim and Mitchell Dennis firstly introduces the special guest referee for the first match, The GIW.com Champion, ‘The Cyclone’ JK, who comes down enthusiastically and thrusts his title into the air when he climbs the turnbuckle on his entrance to the ring itself. He hands the title down out of the ring awaiting the first contestant.

Mitchell Dennis does the honours and ‘Psycho’ Tony Lindsey comes out to the sound of ‘Clint Eastwood’ with a red spotlight focused on GIW’s newest debuting star, he quickly runs to the ring with a sadistic smile plastered across his face.

Once he has entered the ring Mitchell Dennis introduces the Challenger, Tim Kin/gsley, who wastes no time in launching down the entrance way to the sounds of Bowie belting out the lines ‘Sailors fighting in the dancehall, oh man look those cavemen go, it’s the freakiest sho-o-ow.’ He slides straight into the ring, and just as Ziggy Stardust finishes the lines ‘Take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy, oh man wonder if he’ll ever know, he’s in the best selling sho-o-w’, all Hell breaks loose, just as David asks ‘is there life on Mars’

Vinegar: The Space cadet isn’t at all interested in his opponent and he’s attacked his opponent at Horizons, The GIW.com Champion, AND The Special Referee for this match, JK, before the bell even rings. He gets on top of him and pummels him with lefts and rights...

Hanson: But ‘Psycho’ isn’t out here to observe a clusterfuck, and he pulls Kin/gsley up and slams him down hard to the ground with a full nelson slam, and then proceeds to stomp on him. JK gets to his feet and signals for the bell to be rung. He’s obviously happy the new guy just help preserve his chances for defending that title at Horizons.

Lindsey pulls Tim to his feet and whips him into the ropes, following him in with a clothesline, and as The Space Cadet stumbles away from the corner, Psycho hops onto the ropes, and launches off drilling the Challenger for the GIW.com Championship at Horizons next week with a bulldog.

The newcomer clearly in control of the match, as he lifts Kin/gsley to his feet, a cocky attitude slips in and he takes a bottle of pills from his trunks ,and tosses them in his face, but Kingsley, dodges and drops the newcomer to the floor with a drop toe hold...

Vinegar: he really has no concern for this match whatsoever and he turns and kicks JK in the stomach...

Hanson: he lifts him up, climbs the turnbuckle...LIFE ON MARS

Vinegar: And he just rolls out of the ring, backing up the ramp staring at the obody of JK who is out cold, Tony Lindsey is on his feet shaking his head in confusion...

Hanson: But is this what we can expect to see at Horizons, will the Space Cadet leave ‘The Cyclone’ a crumpled mess on the floor...

Vinegar: Who knows if he has what it takes to be victorious on the biggest night of them all, but whats certain is that when JK comes round this match will have to be called as a DQ win for the newcomer Tony Lindsey...not quite the warm up for the mysterious Torture Chamber match he has in the near future...

Hanson: How can anyone prepare for it, no-one knows what it is...

Vinegar: Well it was hardly preparation for anything...

Hanson: True...

Vinegar: We’ll be back right after this....

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: Impressive debut by Tony Lindsey.

Hanson: Impressive? Eh, I could see how you’d be impressed.

Vinegar: What? I enjoy a hard fought contest regardless of winners, losers, or stipulations. Is that unfathomable?

Hanson: A little. No boobs, female anyway, no greatness, no epic’ness. At the end of the day just a…

Vinegar: So out of curiosity how does Calypso feel about your man crush on her boyfriend? Because I would imagine she’d be none to happy with your lipstick smeared all over…

Hanson: The hell!

Dennis: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first standing five foot five inches, weighting in at 125 pounds, this is Malise!

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. 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.

Vinegar: There you go. Breasts.

Hanson: Where? Seriously. Where!? That’s always been my problem with the super petite thing. I mean sure she’s a ‘spinner’ and all, but where be da fun bags!?!

Vinegar: Maybe you can ask CaRNiVaL.

Hanson: Maybe you can ask CaRNiVaL!

Vinegar: OH, you’re afraid of clowns?

Hanson: No, I’m afraid of anyone who wears more makeup than Mary Ho-Anna.

Dennis: And her opponent. Standing six foot even, and weighting in at 180 pounds, this is the Auteur, Moss Edwards!


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 Franz Ferdinand’s ‘Dark of the Matinee’ hits. 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 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.

Hanson: Hey, I think Mush could base his next documentary on why exactly spinners rarely have huge knockers.

Vinegar: I’m thinking his next subject matter would be better served featuring grown men with irrational phobias.

Hanson: Well he and FoolZ are tagging together next week.

Vinegar: That’s right folks! A year worth of hate, passion, success, and failure all comes to a head next week! HORIZONS’ 09!

The bell rings, but Malise seemingly isn’t ready to start the action. She pulls down, not far enough, the cleavage on her blouse, and immediately digs in. Moss responds with a quizzical look until Malise produces a balloon video camera with a huge childlike grin. Moss shrugs, smirks, and takes the gift. Moss hands off the gift to one of his assistants, then looks for a collar and elbow tie up. Malise again instead begins rummaging through her top. Looking to the ceiling with huge innocent eyes and a slightly stuck out tongue she erupts into a huge smile as she’s seemingly found her prize. Moss has a somewhat amused look until Malise takes out her empty hand and give the Auteur the bird before slapping the Tastemaker.

Moss fires back with a right and the two lock up. Moss gains the advantage with a hammerlock, Malise reverses into her own hammerlock, then a drop toe hold, she hits the ropes, and rebounds with a sliding drop kick. Moss to his feet, then down from a flying head scissors. Malise to the ropes again, leaps the second rope, and comes back to meet Moss on his feet with a flying bulldog. Malise waiting for Moss to get to his feet, hits the ropes, and levels Edwards with a spinning heel kick. As M.E. begins getting back to his feet, Malise flips over into a sunset flip pin. Moss counters by rolling through, hooking the legs, then flipping over for a cover. Malise slaps the torso, making Moss break the cover, she bridges up, turns them both around, keeps turning while tying Moss into a straightjacket neckbreaker. Moss counters, by shrugging off Malise, and ripping his hands free causing Malise to instead lock in an armbar. She kicks Moss in the gut, then placing one leg across the back of his neck, jumps for a hurricanrana.

The size advantage is to great though, and Moss drops hard into a seated power bomb that folds Malise like an origami crane. Moss holds for the pin, Malise kicks out, Moss shoots to his feet, then pauses. Malise sitting on the mat crosses her legs, tucks her head to her chest making a ball, wraps one arm around her ankle, and extends the other to Moss. Moss looks to the fans questionably before taking the offered hand. Malise rolls forwards, and locks in a deep arm lock.

Moss fights to get his feet under him, pulls himself with Malise latched onto his arm up, over, and then falls backwards slamming Malise hard into the mat. He’s the first one up, Malise gets to a knee, and then is leveled by a shining wizard crossface type maneuver called Motivation.

Moss has it locked in tight, Malice bent at a near 90 degree angle, and determination on his face. Malice fights valiantly, but ultimately surrenders to the pain and taps out with her free hand.

Dennis: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner. MOSS EDWARDS!

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: Now the next match should be interesting....

Hanson: Why?because it’s a completely random match up between two competitors who have no shared storylines, disputes, interests, they’re probably not on the others Christmas card list. I’d go as far as saying, much like the last match this encounter serves no purpose other than filling time, maybe to keep me from what was it you called it, ‘orally felating’, Travis Roberts?

Vinegar: Forget about it...

Hanson: Shan’t!

Vinegar: Shan’t? What are you, a nine year old girl from a 1970’s british drama?

Hanson: Whatever.

Vinegar: Great, so now you’re a nine year old girl from this millennia. Maybe just focus on what should be an intriguing matchup between two very differing styles of athlete...

Hanson: I guess they have a couple of things in common, one of them dresses like a clown and the other one acts like one, oh and they are both in need of some psychiatric help...actually the more I think about it the two of these guys are made for each other.

Vinegar: Much like Blessed Immortality.

‘Grease Paint and Monkey Brains’ blasts across the arena and out steps the Clown Prince of Hardcore himself, CaRNiVaL. The fans have taken somewhat of a dislike to him, but this is probably due more to xenophobic pigeon holing of somebody based on outward appearances, rather than the fact he is just quite simply deplorable. The fans know little of the man in the facepaint, but despite the boo’s, they do seem intrigued by his presence, and he at least garners their interest enough to provoke a reaction, unlike many who have come before him.

Soon afterwards ‘Kickstart My Heart’ filters into existence, and the crowd are back in their comfort zone, they know this man better than almost anyone on the current roster, and due to this voice their appreciation at the top of their lungs. Hanson mercilessly mocks Vinegar for his constant, unflappable praise for Brandon brown, whilst not accepting the irony of his statements in relation to his own feelings towards two of GIW’s other stars. He steps into the ring, and both men square up.

Vinegar: This match is about to get started, 295lbs of GIW Ass Beating and Twinkie Eating against The Most Resillient Man in Wrestling Today...

Hanson: That sounds like a certain wrestler, who shall remain nameless, ‘s favourite amateur movie...

It’s CaRNiVaL who strikes first, with an uppercut that causes Brandon’s jaw to jar, and the crowd favourites stumbles back into the ropes, and the Clown prince follows him, taking both men over with a clothelsine...the landing inflicting as much damage on CaRn as it does Brandon, and both men struggle to their feet while exchanging blows, two apiece per ring out count fromt he referee, until the count of seven when CaRn strikes the more powerful blow, sending Brandon into the steel steps.

CaRn quickly rolls into the ring, and back out again, starting the count over again, he charges at Brandon who is propped up against the steel steps, and aims his knee at Brown’s head, but the former 2 Tiem GIW Global Champion manages to roll out of the way, and the The Harlequin of Horror, crashes through the steps, they separate and explode in two different directions and he ends up eating the concrete below.

Brandon now takes advantage, and rolls the hefty body into the ring, and climbs to the top rope, executing a lovely elbow drop, before hooking the leg, for what turns out to be a very close two count. He gets back to his feet and regains some composure, allowing CaRn to get to his knees, and he instinctively throws himself at Brandon, but GIW’s Most Resilient Athlete manages to dodge the attempt at a spear, and CaRn plunges shoulder first into the turnbuckle. He returns to a standing position, but now he’s limping and clutching his shoulder, the match so far taking it’s toll on his body.

Brandon sensing the chance of victory steps up his offensive efforts, and locks up with Carn, and manages to manoeuvre himself into a position to execute a brutal, double underhook DDT, which does more damage to CaRn’s shoulder, he doesn’t release one arm, and locks on an arm wrench, tugging on The Clown Princes shoulder, the ref asks CaRn if he submits, and freakishly he merely rolls his eyes at the suggestion, despite the sweat pouring down his face suggesting the pain is almost unbearable. But he’s nowhere near the ropes, and isn’t even struggling to get to them. Owen Peterson is looking worried now, as the shoulder of CaRn si starting to swell, and he’s looking around whilst asking CaRn if he wants to quit, but The Harlequin of Horror just laughs hysterically in his face.

Vinegar: Either this man is seriously insane or....well I don’t know what else it could be.

Hanson: I think one of the requirements of recruitment to GIW these days is psychological profile that suggests you are probably a danger to yourself and others if left unsupervised with sharp objects...

Vinegar: OH CHRIST!

Hanson: What the hell was that?

CaRNiVaL’s shoulder dislocates from it’s socket with a sickening pop, and it hangs limp in Brandon’s arm for a moment before he drops it when he realises what has happened. Owen Peterson quickly calls for the bell ending the match in a no contest. CaRN gets to his feet protesting with the referee, with his arm hanging limp from the socet, Owen cannot debate back as he just stares at the sight of the man’s dislocated limb. CaRN looks down when he realises what is bothering Owen and just shakes his head, before popping it back into the socket, wincing fiercely as he does so, before swinging it around to ensure a tight fit. He throws his hands down at Owen Peterson in despaitr, before rolling from the ring and making his way up the ramp.

Vinegar: CaRNiVaL may not agree with the decision, but rules are rules, Owen had no other choice but to stop this match...

Hanson: On the plus side we may have just found a competitor that can stop you from constantly overreacting to the resilience of Brandon Brown...

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Hanson: So what’s next?

Vinegar: Two of the remaining members of the Covenant…

Hanson: There’s still more than two?

Vinegar: I think so, and they’re taking on Nathan Korpi and Jet Somers.

Hanson: Think it’ll be a good match?

Vinegar: Actually I do.

Hanson: Well if that aint a death knell I don’t know what is.

Vinegar: I heard Travis Roberts was looking for you in the back.

Hanson: Really! I’m so outta here… wait a minute!

Dennis: Ladies and gentlemen the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first at a combined weight of 588 pounds, representing the Covenant, this is Dirge and Raenius.

The filthy guitar tone of Down’s “Bury Me In Smoke” begins as the lights dim, drawing the crowd to a terrified silence. The people wait on baited breath, afraid to speak for fear of who is behind the curtains. All is dark and as the guitar plays, the atmosphere of the arena one of death and silence and terror. As the music hits a riff, lights of dark purple and white rise up, illuminating the looks of awe and trepidation dispersed amongst the throngs of people. They flash and swirl in random form, seeming to have no particular pattern. While the lights flash on, Dirge and Raenius of The Covenant make their way out onto the stage. The very air about them is one of menace and violence. They step forward, observing with disdain the crowd that starts to boo them. Walking forward they make their way down the aisle slowly, casting loathsome looks at the people who are too afraid to throw things, but voice their dislike openly. As they make their way to the stage they climb in and then mount opposite turnbuckles, looking out amongst the crowd, who is once again shushed by the death like creep of terror’s hands around their hearts. The song fades.

Dennis: And their opponents. Introducing first standing six foot eight inches, weighting in at 283 pounds, this is Nathan ‘The Nordic Horror’ Korpi!

The intro to Metallica’s glorious, classic anthem "For Whom The Bell Tolls" fills the arena with gloom. The deep tolling of a large bell creates an ominous atmosphere of dread. Nathan Korpi emerges from behind the curtain along with Tarja, who's holding a massive stein of beer that she hands to Nate with a smile. He accepts the immense mug with a nod, downing the entire thing with shocking ease before smashing the stein to shards on the entrance ramp.

The lyrics hit after the lengthy into, and Nate makes his way to the guardrail, singing along with fans, high-fiving people, headbanging, shaking his long hair and beard. Rocking the fuck out, in other words. The duo heads for the ring and wait for their partner to be introduced. The song fades out, and Nate readies himself for battle.

Dennis: And his tag team partner. Standing five foot ten inches, tipping the scales at 185 pounds, this is Jet ‘The Wild Card’ Somers!

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. 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 while Korpi rolls under the bottom rope into the ring.

Hanson: Think one of them will bleed?

Vinegar: Huh? You’re still here?

Hanson: Like YO MOMMAs funk! I don’t never go away!

The bell rings leaving Jet Somers and Raenius to start the action. Jet feints a tie up, shoots in, and takes Raenius to the mat making sure to leave himself between the Resident Evil and Dirge. Somers locks in a Keylock submission, the mask makes it impossible to read Raenius, Jet transitions seamlessly into a kimura, to an armbar, then a bicep slicer. The entire time Raenius inching closer to the ropes. The ref calls for a break while Somers is releasing the ineffective hold.

Raenius to his feet turns into a drop toe hold from Somers, Jet locks in an ankle lock, and drags Raenius to his corner for Korpi to blind tag himself in. The Nordic Horror enters with a series of brutal stomps to Raenius’ lower back as the ref escorts Somers out of the ring. Korpi pulls Raenius to his feet with a double handed choke, then to the air, and then tosses him into the corner. Korpi follows in with an avalanche. Raenius flees the corner before contact, uses the momentum from a superkick to Nathan to push himself closer to his corner.

Dirge reaches for the tag, but is knocked off the apron by a charging Korpi. The Nordic Horror turns his attention back to Raenius only to eat a back elbow that pushes him back into the Covenant corner. Raenius begins unloading with rights and lefts and kicks and stomps. It takes Glenn Burke long enough to get Raenius out of the corner for Dirge to climb back on the apron and continue the assault behind the officials back. Raenius walks back to his corner placing a foot on Korpi’s throat before turning back to look at Jet Somers. Slowly Raenius extends his hand to tag in Dirge.

Dirge slowly enters the ring before grabbing Korpi by the throat with both hands. The Momentum Kill lifts Korpi into a double handed choke eliciting the prerequisite five count from Burke. At 4 Dirge dumps the Nordic Horror into the Covenant corner, takes a few huge steps back, then lands a running mafia kick. Dirge with a sadistic smile towards Somers turns to Korpi who shouts something about fucking something, grabs Dirge by the head, and slamming him violently into the top turnbuckle.

Korpi staggers free towards the center of the ring unaware of the tag between Dirge and Raenius. Dirge catches up to the wobbly Korpi, trips him up causing him to land on this chest, then hits a wheelbarrow suplex. Raenius enters the ring and immediately begins stomping on Korpi while Dirge back to his feet charges Somers knocking him off the apron before returning to his corner.

Raenius continues stomping on Korpi before he pulls the green competitor to his feet, hoists him up, walks him back to the Covenant corner hit drops him with s sidewalk slam. Without getting up Raenius begins strangling Korpi while Burke steps back in. As Glenn is admonishing Raenius we see very clearly the masked head of the Resident Evil over exaggeratingly turn to the direction of Somers.

Dirge takes the opportunity to pull Korpi to the outside, slam him into the ring post, and then execute three or four curb stomps. This matched with Raenius’ apparent taunt are enough for Somers to hop off the apron, run around ring side, and land a massive Kao Loi flying knee to Dirge staggering the Covenant Colossus. Somers angles and picks him moment to bring Dirge to the floor with a suicide pull, then mounts for some ground and pound. Dirge does the best he can to protect himself.

Korpi fights to get back in the ring while Raenius slinks over to a neutral corner. Somers watches as Korpi enters the ring, Jet looks for Raenius, and Dirge refuses to let Crazy Opie let up. Korpi in the ring, stands, and eats a Full Frontal from Raenius.

Somers now valiantly waging war to get into the ring, but Dirge has reaches up wrapping his arms around Somers while keeping his long legs trapping Jet in full guard while Raenius makes the cover for the three count. Dirge lets his guard go allowing Somers to storm the ring at the two count, but not before the three.

Dennis: Ladies and gentlemen here are your winners the Covenant!

Raenius quickly vacates the ring, is joined by Dirge, and both walk away leaving Somers standing over his inexperienced partner.

Hanson: You know what? I actually, as hard as it may be to believe, but I actually really enjoyed that match.

Vinegar: Really? Becoming a Covenant fan or is it Somers hard hitting style.

Hanson: No, it’s Tarja’s outfit and having her in the nearest corner to my seat.

Vinegar: Of course it is.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: Now it’s time for a match between Alex Kiseragi and Randy Boolzian,t wo men who’s paths have crossed on numerous occasions over the past year and a half, their matches are destined for a special edition DVD somewhere down the line.

Hanson: If by that you mean the bargain bucket at your local Wall-Mart I completely agree.

Vinegar: It’s somewhat rare for Alex Kiseragi to hate anyone, but he holds a special disdain for Randy Boolzian, after their many meetings in the past, it means each match is unmissable...

Hanson: Hey, if I wasn’t paid to be here there are 101 things I’d rather do than watch the world biggest walking mistake battle with the only man who could counter any drug trip...

The crowd are in a hushed silence, despite Hansons negative words, the sold out GIW Arena is full of every man woman and child sitting on the edge of their seats awaiting what they know will be a barnstorming preview of what to expect at Horizons. Randy Boolzian is the first to make his arrival, the fans cheering for him as they always do, he with beverage and smoke in his hands, and he saunters to the ring...as the camera focuses on BoolZ’s grin, the crowd become even more exciteable and we cut to a new view just in time to see...

Vinegar: YARI KICK FROM BEHIND!

BoolZ goes barrelling down the ramp and smashes into the ring apron head first at a great speed. ‘The Dragon’ who has uncharacteristically jumped his opponent, climsb to his feet and charges down the ramp, as Randy pulls himself to his feet only to be floored by a tackle and Alex Kiseragi starts to rain down on him with punch after punch until Hazel East iosf roced to exit the ring, and try to pull him off, in the end it takes the aid of Old Man Hermit to remove ‘The Dragion ‘ from his opponent and order him into the ring. Hazel doing her job and asking if Randy wants to go9 ahead with starting the match, and Randy waves her away and rolls into the ring...

Hanson: I never knew Alex hated Randy that much, maybe I’ve finally found something the two of us have in common...

Vinegar: he was certainly working a great deal of pent up aggression on Randy there, but he seemed to have a distant look to his eyes, I’m not sure Randy is the complete focus of his outburst...

Hanson: Of course he is, the man incites that kind of emotion in anyone, even the worlds dullest entertainer...

Hazel has a few words with Alex, who does not respond he just locks a death stare across the ring at Randy Boolzian, who shakes off the initial attack, and hops from one foot to the other whilst smiling at Alex and saying something about spilling his bear and smoke, and that being somewhat of a mistake. Alex does not react just stares at BoolZ until Hazel signals for the bell to be rung.

At this point BoolZ and Alex just circle one another, each mans fingers twitching, but neither willing to make the first move, BoolZ occasionally waving or winking to a girl int he crowd and then looking back to Alex and laughing, cocking his head, suggesting he can do this all day. Clearly Randy is just trying to frustrate Alex by not giving him what he wants, the inital attack from behind being so out of character he obviously figures ‘The Dragon’ is feeling slightly agitated, and if so he is right as Alex runs out of patience and wildy swings at Randy, who si ready and sidesteps with ease.

‘The Dragon’ turns to look at the target he just missed, to see the Red Bull icon shrug and chuckle a little, Alex straightens himself up, and then flies towards Randy with a flying kick, only for Randy to dodge again, Alex stumbles, but manages to keep his footing, as Randy spreads his arms and showboats a little to the crowd. A-Kis shakes himself down once more before once again charging, this time with a high knee, Randy again stepping behind him, but as he goes to make another cocky gesture, Alex lands on one foot, spins, extends his leg, and hit’s Boolzian square in skull with his heel, and the RBI crumples to the floor.

A-Kis steps backwards, awaiting his opponent to rise, and as he does foes for a second Yari kick, but BoolZ manages to duck at the last minute, and this time he doesn’t pose for the crowd, he quickly grabs the Dragon, who has once again landed on his feet, from behind and drops to the floor with a reverse neckbreaker, and both men lie on the floor, grabbing a breather.

A-Kis gets to his feet first, only for BooLZ to kip up and hit Fluidity, and goe for the cover...

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A-Kis kicks out, and rolls onto his stomach before getting to his feet, and dodging a Boolzian right hand, and managing to grab the arm and throw Randy to the mat with a judo throw, and then runs the ropes as Boolzian gets to his feet, and hits a Shining Wizard, and hooks the leg for a pin...

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Boolzian manages to kick out a micro second before Hazel East’s hand slaps the floor for the third time. The Dragon gets to his feet, and looks fed up, he snatches Randy to his feet and slaps him across the chest, sending him stumbling backwards, he then just runs at him again, only for Randy to once again dodge, grab ‘The Dragons’ arm, before hitting a Modified Hammerlock/STo Combination, dropping A-Kis onto his right arm. BoolZ stands over A-Kis, lifts him to his feet and hits SoberingThoughts.

Climbs the ropes...

Vinegar: TUMBLEWEED FROM THE TOP!

Hanson: BoolZ picks A-Kis up....DISCOMBOOL...

Vinegar: NO! A-Kis blocks the legsweep....NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX...AND HOLDS THE ARCH

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Vinegar: A-Kis has done it, he’s finally got a clean pinfall on the Red Bull icon, and what great timing, just under a week until he defends the Tag Titles with Brandon brown against Red Dawn!

Hanson: And it came against the run of the match, Randy had built up some great momentum, but in almost RBI style, minus the mistakes and bad body odour, Alex Kiseragi snatched it at the death. I have to admit this was better than I expected...

A-Kis gets to his feet and throws his arms in the air as his music plays and his name is read out as the victor, his focus for the first time tonight shifts from Randy Boolzian, and he starts to scan the crowd, with a look of hope in his eyes, but after turning 360 degree’s his shoulders sag somewhat and he almost walks up the ramp as if the defeat means a little less than it could have, if a certain someone had been there to see it...

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: What a great night we’ve had here tonight at Sentinel, our last broadcast before Horizons!

Hanson: There is just one match left between us and Horizons, Nick, and fortunately it’s a great one!

Vinegar: You sound awfully confident of that.

Hanson: Of course! This marks another return of Travis Roberts! What more could you ask for?

Vinegar: Our main event tonight is going to be officiated not by head referee Glenn Burke, but rather in suspicious turn of events, Owen Peterson.

Hanson: Well, what gives Burke the right to hog all the main events, anyway?

Vinegar: He IS the Head Referee.

Hanson: Oh, right, that’s all well and good, but how do you figure he got to be that, anyway?

Vinegar: Um, somebody hired him?

Hanson: By exploiting the workers. By holding down the-

Vinegar: Oh, don’t even go there.

“Immortal”

Hanson: It’s Lord-Chief time!

Vinegar: Donovan Hastings coming down the ring now, and with him is the man that makes his GIW debut here tonight, in the main event.

Mitchell: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is your main event for the evening, and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied by Donovan Hastings, the Masked Devil, CAIN DOLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAANNNNNNNN!!!!

Hanson: Do you realize what an amazing talent Dolan must be, for the Lord-Chief to be willing to accompany him to the ring?

Vinegar: I’m sure we’re about to hear about it, as Hastings is putting on a headset and taking a seat next to us.

Hastings: Evening, peasants.

Hanson: Hail to the Lord!

Hastings: Yes, thank you.

Vinegar: Can you shine any light for us on why Dolan is known as the Masked Devil?

Hastings: I would imagine because it sounds pretty badass.

Vinegar: Wait, that’s it?

Hastings: Sure, why not.

Hanson: Think about it, Nick. It’s sort of like being known as the Sand Spider.

Vinegar: Why would anybody want to be called that?

Hastings: Because it sounds scary. Everybody knows that.

“Bummer”

Mitchell: And his opponent, he is the Unified Global Heavyweight Champion, the Blessed One, TRAVIS ROBBBBERRRRRRRRRTSSSSSSSS!

Vinegar: Here is the champion, Travis Roberts, I suppose you could consider this a tune-up match for his upcoming title defense against you.

Hastings: I think a win tonight is hardly a foregone conclusion. After all, Cain is a master of the one-eighth nelson.

Hanson: And perhaps you’ve taken him under your wing? Taught him moves like We’re Off to See the Shining Wizard?

Hastings: Don’t be foolish, a true Lord never shares his secrets. However, I can tell you that I have some new maneuvers prepared for Horizons, such as the Doubled Spaced Neckbreaker, and the Poland Springarana.

Vinegar: I suppose that one of those is an eye poke.

Hastings: Why would I need to rename the Super Kick?

Vinegar: In any case, Roberts and Dolan are both in the ring, we’re ready for this main event match-up.

DING DING!

Vinegar: Double elbow tie-up to start off this match, and Dolan manages a hammerlock, but Roberts counters through and knocks him down with a clothesline!

Hanson: A great counter by the Headliner!

Hastings: Look at that! Dolan is down! Dolan is down! Think Travis will go for the cover?

Vinegar: It feels a little early for that.

Hastings: Well, a true champion knows to try to win the match whenever you can.

Vinegar: Dolan actually isn’t up yet, maybe that clothesline caught him by surprise.

Hanson: It wasn’t just any clothesline, it was a Headliner special.

Hastings: He’s got a point there. Maybe Travis should go for the cover?

Vinegar: Why do you want him to go for the cover?

Hastings: I’m just saying. I’d cover here.

Vinegar: Dolan is still down, lying motionless in the center of the ring, even Travis is looking a little surprised by it.

Hastings: HE NEEDS TO COVER HIM!

Vinegar: And now you’re shouting.

Hanson: Travis is looking at us! Hello, Travis! I missed you!

Vinegar: I think he is looking at Hastings, actually, probably thinking what the rest of us are thinking, wondering what the scheme is.

Hastings: How about he just goes for the cover, for Hastings sake.

Vinegar: Travis still starting over here, but he puts one foot on Dolan…

Peterson: ONE!




TWO!




THREE!




Mitchell: Here is your winner, the Unified Global Champion, TRAVIS ROBBBBBERRRRRTTTSSSSSS!

Hanson: Travis wins! Travis wins!

Vinegar: Dolan has gotten right to his feet, and now he’s…applauding?

Hastings: Of course he is.

Vinegar: Cain Dolan and now Owen Peterson are both applauding Travis Roberts, who looks very confused, I have to say I am too.

Hanson: It was a Travis victory, Nick! What’s not to applaud?

Hastings: Agreed. Now, if you’ll excuse me.

Vinegar: Hastings is leaving our booth, taking a microphone with him. He’s headed into the ring, and now Hastings is applauding too. What is going on?

Hastings: Congratulations, Travis, on your victory, here the week before Horizons. This is a history-making night, I’d like everybody in the arena to get their cameras out, you want to get a picture of this. You just saw a moment that should be frozen forever in time. This is my gift to you, Travis…one final victory as the Unified Global Heavyweight Champion. Next up for us is Horizons, when I take that championship from you. At Horizons, I’ll be the last man standing. It is-

Vinegar: Roberts just kicked Hastings right in the chest!

Hanson: WHITE-OUT!

Vinegar: Dolan is trying to come to his aid, but Roberts ducks a clothesline!

Hanson: WHITE-OUT! WHITE-OUT TO DOLAN!

Vinegar: Roberts has Peterson backed up in the corner now, no, he’s not going to do this!

Hanson: WHITE-OUT!

Vinegar: Travis Roberts has laid out Owen Peterson, Cain Dolan, and Donovan Hastings, all with the White-Out! He stands over them all, with his championship held high in the air! He stands tall here tonight, but who will be the last man standing at Horizons?

Hanson: Man, I’m gonna need my coin…

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Credits

Lindsey vs Timza
T-Rob

Moss vs Malise
BoolZ

Brandon vs CaRNiVaL
T-Rob

Tag Match
BoolZ

A-Kis vs BoolZ
T-Rob

Main Event
The Lord Chief

Editor
T-Rob

[Alex Kiseragi]

Well nice work BoolZ and T-Rob, you guys put together a good final sentinel.

First of course, woop for my win over BoolZ. Finally.

I think this format works pretty well. Especially for Sentinel's. It seems to make it much easier on the writers and it feels easier to read through too.

The last match had me wondering for a moment. I really liked Hastings on commentary. He seems to be able to make a conversation with anyone funny. I liked the idea of the match itself too. The ending was a great scene though, fitted well with the stip.

A note on the MITB match in somewhere may have been a nice touch but aside from that, good show. Now let's just work together, have a big finish with a good voting turnout and we can all kick back and feelproud of ourselves over christmas.

[>V<]

I didn't know you were planning on feeling yourself over Christmas....didn't care to, either.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

I don't think proud has ever been the word I would use to describe myself after that kind of 'feeling'

[>V<]

You're using improper technique, then!