Sentinel 21/02/10 Results

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

AN APOLOGY FROM THE NETWORK

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The Network would like to apologise unequivocally for the delayed broadcast of the following episode of Global Impact Wrestling’s Sentinel show. Due to circumstances out of the Networks control we were unable to bring you last night’s action live.

The Network would like to offer full disclosure on the incidents that lead to this embarrassing course of events.

After the Sentinel show that was broadcast on Sunday 31st of January, a melee involving a number of individuals unconnected to the Network and hired privately by members of Global Impact Wrestling, damaged several pieces of important broadcasting equipment that were integral to providing a live feed of GIW shows to our broadcasting centre.

In past times Global Impact Wrestling, are responsible for undertaking and have completed regular, weekly checks on the broadcasting equipment in their arena, a role overseen by the Senior Enforcer. These tests were not carried out in recent weeks, leading directly to this delayed broadcast.

Unfortunately the feed that was recovered from the GIW arena upon a Network engineer visiting the scene is damaged and disjointed, leading to various moments of disjointedness throughout the show.

We here at The Network would like offer our apologies for this grievous lack of competence on behalf of one of our close associates, and assure you steps are in place to ensure such unacceptable behaviour will not be replicated again in the future.

Please enjoy what we were able to recover.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: We’ve got a great night lined up for you here on Sentinel, it’s time for our first match, featuring the debut of a new member of the roster!

Hanson: Can I start a “boring” chant yet?

Vinegar: Why would you do that?

Hanson: Listen, we have to hear enough about Roberts and Hastings every week as it is, and now we’ve got some new loser in their little band? When is enough going to be enough?

Vinegar: You DO remember loving both of them a month ago.

Hanson: That was until they showed their true colors and I joined a better team.

Vinegar: And you DO remember the Covenant putting you in the hospital before Distant Whispers?

Hanson: Obviously, I needed to be shown the light.

“Live or Die Free”

Mitchell: Ladies and gentlemen this is your opening contest of the evening, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 210 lbs, FOREWELLLLLL BOOOOOOOODINNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!

Vinegar: Here is the man who is making his debut here tonight, Forewell Boding, the latest talent signed to agent eD cASe.

Hanson: Why anybody would think that the road to the top is best aided by a puppet is beyond me.

Vinegar: eD cASe has long been the agent of Travis Roberts, a 3-Time Global Champion.

Hanson: You think Roberts even remembers all that? He was stoned out of his mind all the time.

Vinegar: In any case, Boding coming to the ring now, scanning the crowd, can’t help but wonder what he’s looking for.

Hanson: Nobody has any signs about him yet. See? cASe is filling his head with nonsense, building his expectations unfairly.

Vinegar: I don’t think that’s it.

Hanson: And now he’s staring at us. We don’t have any signs about you either!

“Life On Mars”

Mitchell: And his opponent, currently residing in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in at 221 lbs, the Space Cadet, TIM KINNNNGGGGSLEEEEEEEEEEEYYY!!!

Vinegar: Kingsley stepping into the ring, and referee Hazel East is going to get his match started.

DING DING!

Vinegar: Kingsley performing one of his signature taunts right off the bat, forming a gun with his two hands and pretending to shoot Boding…

Hanson: WHO DIVES OUT OF THE WAY!

Vinegar: Kingsley appears a bit confused by that response, he repeats his taunt.

Hanson: And Boding dives out of the way again!

Vinegar: Kingsley seems amused now.

Hanson: Well, he should be! Forewell Boding is a complete and utter fool! Kingsley should keep doing that to him, maybe he’ll blast him in the chest eventually!

Vinegar: Kingsley indeed goes to taunt a third time, but Boding dives in and slaps his hands away! Boding with a side headlock takeover, and he holds Kingsley in the headlock, looking around at the crowd!

Hanson: Would somebody just tell this poor sap that there aren’t any signs out there for him? He has no supporters yet!

Vinegar: I don’t think he is looking for support. From what we’ve heard about Boding, he is a highly paranoid individual, this behavior is probably connected to his paranoia.

Hanson: What we’ve heard?

Vinegar: That packet of information you and I get about debuting talent.

Hanson: I didn’t read that.

Vinegar: Why not?

Hanson: I saw he was connected with Traitor Roberts and I can’t get involved in that anymore.

Vinegar: Why not?

Hanson: It’s unhealthy.

Vinegar: Boding releasing the headlock now, leaning near the ropes and scanning the crowd.

Hanson: He should be less concerned about fans behind a barricade, and more concerned with his match opponent in the ring. What kind of guidance is eD cASe providing that this guy is so unfocused?

Vinegar: Boding turns around into a chop to the chest from Kingsley, Irish whip off the ropes into a spinning reverse elbow!

Hanson: This is where Kingsley has to pour on some pressure now, keep this maniac down, and finish him off!

Vinegar: Snap suplex by Kingsley, and he heads for a turnbuckle.

Hanson: Yeah, that’s it! Blast him again!

Vinegar: Kingsley again with the gun taunt, and he leaps for the UFO, but Boding sidesteps it, and he takes Kingsley down with a swinging neckbreaker.

Hanson: See? Kingsley shouldn’t have wasted time. He could have finished Boding off with that UFO!

Vinegar: Boding just looked sharply over here, I can’t imagine that’s good.

Hanson: What’s he doing?

Vinegar: Boding coming out on the apron on our side now, staring right at us…

Boding: What did you just say about a UFO?

Vinegar: Uh…

Hanson: We said it’s coming for you!

Vinegar: Don’t listen to…BODING JUST JUMPED ONTO THE TOP ROPE AND SPRINGBOARDED BACK INTO A 720 DDT ON TIM KINGSLEY!

Hanson: THEY’RE COMING!!!!!

Vinegar: I thought you didn’t read the packet?

Hanson: What packet? I’m trying to distract him some more.

Vinegar: Whatever, Boding with the cover…

East: ONE!!!!!





TWO!!!!!





THREE!!!!!





Mitchell: Here is your winner, FOREWELL BOODDDDDDDIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!

Vinegar: Boding rushing out of the ring and heading backstage now, and that was certainly eccentric.

Hanson: Whatever.

Vinegar: Don’t go anywhere, we’ve got lots more great action lined up, tonight on Sentinel!

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: Folks we have a GIW dot com triple threat title match up next. You’re not going to want to miss this!

Hanson: I wouldn’t say anyone’s gonna miss it Nick. Hell most are probably still blowing chunks after watching our opener.

Vinegar: There was nothing wrong with the opening contest Dan.

Hanson: Oh of course not, if it’s 1984. Seriously a communist and an off kilter ex-CIA triple double agent.

Vinegar: I see your point. It would have been much better with a man in a mask and a psychotic business man I suppose.

Hanson: Damn right it would have been! Better than a teenager, a witch, and a… a… well I love me some Chinatsu Chen!

Dennis: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a triple threat match for the GIW Dot Com Championship! Introducing first, a challenger, standing 5 foot nothing, weighting it at 123 pounds this is Chinatsu Chen!

‘Warrior’s Code’ from Drop Kick Murphy’s begins to play, the Globotron plays her video for the first time in memory, but there is no Japanese Firecracker.

Hanson: Oh of course not! Why throw the H-Train a bone?

Vinegar: Do, do you think she could have gone to the wrong state again?

Hanson: No, no, I got it. She just doesn’t want to associate the trash like Calypso Desmona!

Vinegar: Oh, sure.

Dennis: OK, why not? Introducing second standing five foot eight inches, tipping the scales at 138 pounds, she is the Witch Women, this is Calypso Desmona!

Haunted by "Evanescence" begins and Calypso crawls out from the backstage area. The fans cheer as she slowly stands to her feet, smiles, and waves to the crowd as she walks to the ring.

Hanson: When was the last time we saw Calypso in the ring Nick?

Vinegar: Hold on I’ll get that for you in one second.

Hanson: It’s a trick question. The answer is Infinity when the Covenant were beating the hell out her.

Vinegar: I thought you meant match.

Hanson: Like anyone gives a crap about her matches. Hey you know what’d be fun! Lets get Tate to ask Dirge if he wants to come out and…

Vinegar: I can’t even say you went to the dark side you know that? You’ve always been an ass so I’m not surprised, but a fair-weather fan?

Hanson: Hey, Tate gave me a raise. Wanna borrow a dollar?

Dennis: And standing six foot two inches, weighting in at 229 pounds, he is the defending GIW Dot Com Champion, he is the Cyclone, he is JK!

The arena goes deadly silent as the Globo-Tron goes to a blank screen. Then out of nowhere "Storm Front" hits the P.A system as the lights flicker to green and gold. JK walks through the curtain and out onto the entrance way. JK looks up at the fans as he holds up an open hand, showing all fingers and the thumb, queing fireworks to go off in set locations around the arena as he hoists the title belt high into the air. JK continues down to the ring, high fiving the fans on the way. JK slides into the ring before climbing the turnbuckle and doing signature five finger pose while holding up title.

Hanson: I’m sick of bagging on the virgin that knocked up and married his high school sweet heart. Maybe once she’s legal, and if the baby didn’t wreck her body to much, then I’ll care about this.

Vinegar: You’re loving life now, huh?

Hanson: Life is good! We don’t even have the TWiSTeD NiPPLe on the show this week!

The bell rings and Calypso and JK are off to the raises. The action is fast and fluid with neither competitor gaining much of an upper hand. Hanson claims at every chance that Chinatsu is probably in Nevada.

JK eventually gains an upper hand after a rebound springboard drop kick. He uses the chances to slow down Desmona and utilize his size difference to keep the Mistress of Pain on the mat focusing on her lower back. Hanson states he’s got some sad, sad, news and that BoolZ raped and murdered Chen. Vinegar’s growing frustration boils over and he cuts a mini-rant on Hanson about ‘good taste’.

It’s a missed standing moonsault that allows Desmona to turn to the tide, and she quickly picks the pace back up. JK has no problems keeping up with her, but is caught off guard enough for her to gain the upper hand after chaining together a monkeyflip into a running neck breaker, to bridging leg hook suplex for a two count, and then a missile drop kick. Hanson the whole time needles Vinegar claiming Chinatsu is snowed in somewhere in upstate New York… bound and gagged by RBI.

Calypso attempts the ‘Bewitching’ but like a streak Chinatsu Chen storms down the ring, causing Hanson to make the excuse her watch must still be on Japan time, and Chen hits her own Michinoku Driver on Desmona before springing to her feet to give the peace sign to the fans while winking at them. She turns her attention back to JK just in time to eat a Flying Debris kick from JK. JK picks Desmona off the mat, hits the Cyclone on Calypso, and then a Cane Toad Splash on Chen for the three count.

Dennis: Here is your winner, and still GIW Dot Com Champion, JK!

We leave the scene as JK exits off the stage triumphantly and replace it with JK and Paul sitting in the cafeteria backstage just before the beginning of the show. The duo is looking at this new guy pacing back and forth muttering to himself

Paul: Dude, who is that guy?

JK: New guy, eD’s new protégé or whatever the fuck you want to call it.

Paul takes a bite out of his sandwich

Paul: *with a mouthful of food* shmo hesch mlike a client of hisch or schomtsching?

JK looks a little disgusted

JK: Dude, swallow your food man! But yeah, he is. His name is Forewell Boding I think.

Paul swallows his mouthful of bread and Vegemite

Paul: Whatever his name is he looks like a fucking loony to me....look at him muttering to himself.

*ust then Forewell stops muttering and pacing, and starts to look nervously around the room. JK and Paul are confused as they are the only three in the entire room

JK: What....the....fuck.....

Paul: I have no Idea dude.

JK looks out to where Forwell is standing

JK: OI MATE! WHATS GOING ON?

Forwell motions for him to be quiet

Forwell: *In a loud whisper* Shhhh! They are listening!

He points to a section in the ceiling. JK and Paul look to where he’s pointing to see......nothing but a ceiling panel

JK: Um.....ok?

Forwell: I don’t know how long they have been listening....but believe me; they know what you’ve been saying!

Paul leans slightly towards JK

Paul: Let’s get out of here, this guy is creeping me out!

JK: Right behind you on that...

JK + Paul leave the room as Forwell stands there not daring to make a noise. As they head out into the corridor they run into Vladimir heading somewhere with an angry expression on his face

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: We thank you for joining us, as Sentinel continues with triple threat action!

Hanson: I live for that!

Vinegar: Randy Boolzian versus Jet Somers versus the Crimson Ghost, coming up next!

Hanson: Oh…THAT kind of Triple Threat.

“Everybody Down”

Mitchell: The following match is a Triple Threat Match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Deer Creek, Michigan, the Wild Card, JET SOMMMMMMMMERRRRRRRRRRSSSS!!!

Vinegar: Jet put on an impressive performance in the Global Challenge, coming up short when-

*STATIC*

Vinegar: All three guys now in the ring and ready to get this one underway. That was quite the entrance from The Crimson Ghost, he must have spent a while planning that one.

Hanson: He looks a little smug about it to be honest...

Vinegar: Well it was quite something.

Hanson: Spectacular, certainly. I’m not sure how tasteful it was...

Vinegar: Well jet starts this off with a spectacular takedown to CG, slamming his face into the ground with ease. BoolZ just stands back and watches, in no hurry to get into the match too soon...

Hanson: For once I accept BoolZ’s tactic, watching Crimson Ghost get beat down is great, especially when we don’t have to watch FoolZ at the same time...

Vinegar: Well Ghost climbing back to his feet, and powering out of a headlock from Somers, breaking it with a couple of elbows to the chest....

Hanson: He runs against the ropes, and chooses to change direction, aiming to bring Boolzian into the match...flying clothesline...

Vinegar: Which Randy manages to nonchalantly sidestep causing Ghost to collide with, and get tangled in, the ropes...BoolZ just chuckles and looks at jet, who just shakes his head.....

*STATIC*

Vinegar: Somers and BoolZ, both beating down the Crimson Ghost!

Hanson: Pile on! They’re piling on!

*STATIC*

Mitchell: And his opponent, currently residing in Los Angeles, California, the Red Bull Icon-

*STATIC*

Vinegar: DISCOMBOOLZALATOR!

*STATIC*

Hanson: Ghost getting into this match now, Jet is on the outside and Randy on his knee’s after that unfortunate mix up, Ghost gets up a head of steam and runs towards Boolzian...

Vinegar: Who anticpates, and grabs him round the waste and tosses him outside....

Hanson: Jet catches Ghost....POWERSLAM!

Vinegar: That was certainly impressive...

*STATIC*

Hanson: And he said, ‘But thats not my finger!’, Ahahahahahahahahahaha!

*STATIC*

Hanson: Pile on! They’re piling on!

Vinegar: Ghost manages, somehow to escape Boolzian and Somers, who seem to have turned this into somewhat of a handicap match, and he’s gone to the outside....Jet turns around and starts screaming at Ghost to get back in the ring and act like a man, as Boolzian lines up for a suicide dive...

Hanson: Ghost though, calls Jet closer, and as Jet steps to his side, he gets in the way of Randy’s suicide dive takeoff, and is knocked over the ropes as BoolZ crashes to the floor...

Vinegar: Ghost scuttles to the other side of the ring and slides in...

*STATIC*

Hanson: I never, ever, knew that you could get Elephants, Hippopotamus’ and Aardvarks to do such things to one another....

*STATIC*

Vinegar: Jet finishes his tirade of punches and spins Ghost round....

Hanson: And look at the position he ends up in, in front of Randy....

Vinegar: It’s perfect and Randy chuckles to himself and this peculiar turn of events, he and Jet seem to be gelling well on many levels, and Jet has just tee’d BoolZ up perfectly, we know what’s coming next...

*STATIC*

Vinegar: the Global Challenge, coming up short in a loss to Dirge.

Hanson: That’s because he is the Momentum Killer, Nick. It’s his role in life.

*STATIC*

Vinegar: Jet now keeping Ghost grounded with a series of wearing holds, Ghost attempts to break the hold with a rake to the eyes, which just enrages Jet, who leaps to his feet and starts putting the boot in....

Hanson: Randy stops observing and joins in the fun....

*STATIC*

Mitchell: Here is your winner, RANDY BOOOLLLLLLLLLLZIAN!

Vinegar: BoolZ picks up a victory, with a pin of the Crimson Ghost, after a real example of teamwork between he and Jet!

*STATIC*

“Dancing Machine”

Vinegar: My god, I’ve never seen anything like THAT! Get the cameras on the stage NOW....

AN APOLOGY FROM THE NETWORK

The previous match got hacked to bits bythe damaged incurred two weeks ago, we apologise whole heartedly once more.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Hanson: God isn’t it about time this show got started.

Vinegar: Started! We’ve had an amazing night of action already.

Hanson: No, no, we haven’t why hasn’t Raenius or Dirge or Chassie Fear been in action yet?

Vinegar: Because…

Hanson: Because all these bitches in this decrepit cesspool that is the GIW are afraid of real talent!

Vinegar: Afraid? I don’t think the Monster Dredd has ever been afraid of any man.

Hanson: No, but ignorance is bliss.

Dennis: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first standing seven foot two inches, weighting in at 385 pounds, he is the Monster, he is Dredd!

The arena lights dim, and the opening of Divine begins to play. Pyro explodes down the sides of the ride to the ring in a cascading fashion and Dredd walks out onto the stage. A single spotlight illuminates him as he walks to the ring. As Dredd reaches the ring, a single large explosion of ringpost pyro goes off and the arena lights return to normal.

Vinegar: Does he look scared?

Hanson: Nope. Broke down, haggard, dumb, and like a deer in the headlights is how he looks.

Vinegar: HEY, HEY DREDD, DID YOU HEAR THAT?

Hanson: Oh god shut the fuck up!

Vinegar: And Hanson takes refuge under the table. Out of sight.

Dennis: And his opponent. Standing six foot nine inches, weighting in at 326 pounds, he the ‘Greater Evil’ he is the Heart and Soul of the GIW, he is Dirge!

Almost as if on cue “The One You Love to Hate” begins to blare through the arena as the lights drop and “MOMENTUM KILLER” flashes across the tron in huge gold letters. A few moments later the bass drum and drum beat starts and a video plays of Dirge driving an opponent head first into the canvas with the “Death In Vegas” before standing up and raising his hands. After a few moments the lyrics start.

“You may not like the future and we’re not here to please you...we’ll take you to the killing floor.”

“You think you want to know me. You think you want to own me, but I have nothing you can buy.”

“I can break you.”

As the lyrics say “break you” it shows Dirge demolishing JK with the “Respect is Earned”, leaving him in a heap.

“I can raise you.”

The video shows Dirge holding a Championship Belt over his head as a huge grin sits on his face.

“Bring you to your knees...”

The video shows Dirge flattening Carnival.

“Because I’m the one you love to hate !”

The video package shows Dirge standing with the RAWF World Heavyweight Championship held overhead as a furious audience is shown booing hatefully at him. His face is covered by a satisfied, ear to ear smile.

After this plays strobe lights flash for a few moments before suddenly going out as two spotlights shine onto the stage. They stay settled on that spot for a few moments before Dirge comes walking out to the ring with a gigantic and utterly obnoxious smirk of unshakable confidence on his face. The RAWF World Heavyweight and ICW Television Championship each adorn a shoulder. Behind him Erik Drugonov and David Damarest walk out and stand a few steps away, Erik with his arms folded across his chest and Damarest with his hands behind his back and an evil smirk on his face. Dirge stands and soaks in the raw hatred of the crowd before arrogantly adjusting the collar of his leather coat and slowly sauntering down to the ring, with Erik and David a few steps behind him.

Once he gets there he waits for Erik to walk up to his right side and Damarest to his left and hands each one of them one of the two Championships before he grabs the top rope and steps up onto the apron. He saunters to center ring and stands there silently with his arms folded across his chest …

Hanson: Wait, I know that music. Oh good all is safe now.

Vinegar: These two behemoths in the ring? The collateral damage potential I think means you can’t call anywhere in California safe.

As Dirge continues his exaggerated entrance Dredd has enough and attacks prompting the bell. Dredd pushes the advantage with an immediate display of power moves eventually maneuvering Dirge to the corner, to the turn buckle, and then set up for the Concrete Piledriver.

It’s Dirges scouting that saves him however as he immediately begins fighting back targeting that surgically repaired knee. Once safe from that devastating piledriver Dirge continues the assault the knee with a shin breaker, a couple elevated elbow smashes to the knee, and then just unbridled ruthless stomps. Hanson predictably begins to verbally felicitate the Covenant during the entire swing.

Dirge satisfied with the damage so far moves from the knee to the elbow to the shoulder wearing down the Deep Ellum Destroyer. The move damage Dirge causes the more sadistic his grin grows and the more passionate fire burns in the eyes of Dredd.

It was an ill fated avalanche attempt that lets Dredd get his boots up and halts the Momentum Killers momentum. Dredd fires back with massive right hands and knees to the abdomen before clubbing blows to the back of the smaller opponents head. Dredd feeling in control shots Dirge to the corner, hits his avalanche, and then sets Dirge up for the Concrete Piledriver again. This time however he gets a huge boot to the chest of Dirge knocking the Covenant Colossal off the top rope and to the floor. Dredd waits in the ring urging Dirge to his feet and back into the fray. Hanson naturally bags on Dredd the whole time pointing out that only Dirge could realistically go toe to toe with an actual dinosaur.

Dirge is all too happy to return to combat, but not before he takes a nine count in its entirety to recover. Once back in the ring Dirge quickly attempts to counter everything, counters most, and ends up locking Dredd in a chin lock which he rides to the mat, and ‘rests’ until Dredd manages to power out causing Dirge to again take a nine count outside. Same situation plays out with a neck vice, then again with a heel hook, then again with a hammerlock, and eventually again with a body scissors. The entire time Dredd delivering damage and Dirge shrugging it off to ‘rest’.

The last time Dirge goes to the outside Dredd follows suit clearly frustrated by his opponents seemingly unexpected yellow tail, Dirge back in the ring first, Dredd in the ring, and right into a surprise Spine Breaker for a two count. Hanson comments on the strength of Dirge’s muscles not being anything to the strength of his plans.

Dirge lays in wait for Dredd to get back to his feet and then struggles to hit a Death in Vegas on the larger opponent for the three count.

Dennis: Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner, DIRGE!!

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Vinegar: It’s time for our Main Event, the rather dubiously stipulated ‘Chair Match’.

Hanson: What’s so dubious about it? Why are you being so specific aboiut this stip? You don’t seem to call blindfold matches dubious...

Vinegar: Because this stipulation hands one person a greater advantage...

Hanson: The taller wrestler has a clear advantage in Cage and Ladder matches...

Vinegar: It’s hardly the same as one person being allowed to use a chair, and the other not being able to.

Hanson: like Hastings hasn’t been given every advantage possible over the past year, this just equals things out, it’s Positive Discrimination...a perfect policy on the lead up to Affirmative Action...

Vinegar: If this is the way things are going, Affirmative Action won’t be enough, and Dark Days lie ahead of this company...

Dennis: The following match-up is scheduled for one fall, and is a Chair Match. The rules state that Chassie Fear is allowed to use a chair in this match, and it will be deemed legal. If Donovan Hastings uses any foreign objects he will be disqualified.

Vinegar: it’s tragic, but it seems we have a little delay we have no referee...and I believe we have something happening backstage...

We go backstage and see Glenn Burke standing in front of Tate Levene, who is flanked by Dirge on his right.

Burke: You guy’s don’t intimidate me. I’m a man of principle and nothing you can do will change that. I will not be party to this...this...travesty on a par with Bear Baiting. I cannot, and will not be involved in such things.

Tate: You think you have a choice, you see this pimped out ride...you see it? The funky heart throb that rides it owns your ass...

Burke: I don’t answer to you, I quit. Get someone else to do your dirty work....

Glenn Burke storms off, clearly shocking Tate who just looks up at Dirge with a look of Panic. Dirge just smiles, as if he was expecting this and had actually been quite worried it took so long for Glenn Burke’s morality to overpower his conscience and need for a paycheck. He looks down at tate, still smiling and assues him.

Dirge: Don’;t worry, just get them both out there, I will sort this out.

And with that we head back to the empty arena...

Vinegar: Well, we are already seeing Donovan being ushered down to ringside by security, he isn’t even given an introduction. The moment Dennis tried to say his name the sound was cut off. This is just disrespectful; he’s the Unified Global Champion for christs’ sake.

Hanson: Blah, Blah, Blah! You are like a stuck record, we’ve heard ‘Immortal’ 40 times too many for my liking. Every time he comes to the ring he insists we mark the occasion as if it’s something special, with music and lights and occasionally pyro’s. Just get in the damn ring already...and don’t talk to me about forcing us to listen to it again if he wins. Such an ego maniac....

‘Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide’

Hanson: What a tune! BURLY MEN! BURLY MEN!

Vinegar: My god. She’s being carried down to the ring on a large chair, by four burly men...are they...they are they’re Hastings Burly Men. And for the record you get a little too excited whenever you see them.

Hanson: i don’t know what you mean...

Vinegar: i’m sure you don’t. This could be a subtle dig at Hastings, rumours are he has taken the stip rather seriously and no-one has seen him sitting all week.

Hanson: I’ve always known he was a fucking tool.

Vinegar: Sure you have, Chassie is holding a steel chair, and as they props the chair up alongside the canvas she leaps from it, throwing the chair at Hastings who just catches it and is unsure what to do....

Hanson: Springboard Missile Dropkick, and Chassie sends the chair slamming into Donovan’s face....

Vinegar: Still no ref and Chassie leaps ontop of Hastings and lands a few rights and lefts before Hastings manages to fight her off and get to his feet...

With Hastings back on his feet, he quickly kicks the chair to the outside, and then locks up with Chassie Fear, quickly overpowering her and getting her into a side headlock, and wearing her down gradually. Obviously employing a tactic which gives her as little opportunity to get to any chairs as possible. He gets the Dark Rose onto her knees and the restriction of blood to her head is having a quick effect. After a few moments of this clever but boring strategy the crowd are easily distracted by movement on the stage and two referee’s run out...

Vinegar: At last...Wait.

Hanson: Who needs Glenn Burke? This is a fortuitous upgrade, two for the price of one, and each man is utterly more competent than Glenn Burke...

Vinegar: It’s Erik Drugonov and David Damarest, Dirges two stooges...

Hanson: Stooges, you’re so bias! They are skilful, and fearful, workers. They’ll maintain more control than Burke ever could.

Vinegar: Glenn Burke demanded the respect of the workers like no other referee I know. These two are just stand in’s for Dirge, and they’ll do The Covenants work for them...it’s cowardly.

Hanson: It’s genius, and it’s another example, like at Infinity, of why The Covenant is the most Dominant force in GIW today.

Vinegar: Seems Damarest is sliding in the ring and Erik is keeping watch outside to ensure there isn’t any interference. This is abhorable...and his first act is to forcefully break Hastings’ hold, stating it was an illegal manoeuvre.

Hastings considers turning on the new ‘ref’ but thinks better of it and turns his attentions back to Chassie, and stomps her back down to the canvas as she tries to get up. Damarest steps in front of him, and claims that an ‘Open Foot’ is an illegal move in a ‘Chair Match’ and Donovan will not be warned about it again.

Vinegar: This is ridiculous! Talk about corrupt and dirty, this stinks!

Hanson: Hey! Don’t be so judgemental, it’s not like Damarest is making the rules up as he goes along.

Contrary to Daniels statement, Damarest proceeds to restrain hastings, telling him that in a ‘Chair Match’ if someone is struck by an ‘Open Foot’ the victim is entitled to up to 120 seconds to recover from the blow. Chassie makes it to her feet quicker than that, and whistles at Erik to throw her the chair that Hastings kicked to the outside. He looks unsure about it, but she reminds him she is allowed to use it, so he throws it in.

Vinegar: And the ‘ref’ is still holding The Unified Global Champion’s arms behind his back...

Hanson: Chassie builds up some steam!

Vinegar: N...NO!

Hastings manages to break the hold at the last moment and duck out fof the way causing Damarest to get the full brunt of Chassie’s swing and it sends him crashing to the floor. Hastings quickly turns and hit’s Chassie with a legsweep DDT...and then drags her to ther feet and whips her against the ropes, coincidently jsut as Erik is attempting to take over in ring referee’ing duties. The Dark Roses body collides with Dirge’s loyal follower and he goes flying to the arena floor, and like Damarest he is out on the floor.

The momentum is taken out of Chassie and she stumbles to one knee, Hastings cues up and hits a sweet Shining Wizard, and then drops down...

Vinegar: HANDS OF FATE! HE HAS IT LOCKED IN!

Hanson: After cheating, over and over!

Vinegar: He has done nothing of the sort...and Chassie Fear is screaming, she can’t get out of it and she is in the center of the ring, as Damarest comes around she is screaming and screaming....she’s quitting! She’s quitting!

DING! DING! DING!

Vinegar: Maybe I misjudged this guy...

Dennis: The winner of this bout, via Disqualification....CHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSIIIIIEEEEEEEEE FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRR!!!!

Hanson: the referee drags Donovan off of Chassie, and Hastings looks confused, despite being a cheating bastard. Damarest raises the arm of the winner, as Erik is relaying information to Dennis.

Vinegar: Who struggles to hear what he is saying over the chorus of Boo’s echoing around the arena.

Dennis: I have been informed, that Donovan Hastings was disqualified because he refused to take the mandatory ‘free shot’ that is awarded to the victim of a ‘open foot’ attack in a ‘chair match’. In doing so not only did he break an integral rule of a ‘Chair Match’ he also injured an official who was only performing his duties. Due to this Donovan Hastings may well face disciplinary action from the Senior Enforcer in the coming days...

Vinegar: Disciplinary action! What the hell! Thats the second time in a row he’s been screwed out of a clean win....twice now. This is abhorrent!

Hanson: You’ve said that already, lets play Chassie’s music and mark this moment, The Unified Global Champion has been defeated by The Dark Rose...

Vinegar: And that’s all that’s left for tonight. Please join us again next week, as Global Impact Wrestling will no doubt slip close rand closer to Dark Days ahead.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Sentinel 21/02/10 Credits

Network Apology
T-Rob

Boding vs Kingsley
Hastings

GIW.com Championship Match
BoolZ

JK, Paul & Forewell Backstage
JK

Triple Threat
Hastings & T-Rob

Dirge vs Dredd
BoolZ

Main Event
T-Rob

Editor
T-Rob

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

OK, so this show doesn't stand up to some of our attempts so far this month, but under the circumstances I think it was fairly solid if not spectacular. We've had many worse.

I apologise for the delay, but I have been forced into two 12 hours days in the middle of an 8 day stretch at work (in total 1 day off in 14), so I just haven't had the energy.

I think this show was hurt by the fact we were missing some key guys that help liven up the boards, and we had a fairly small card anyway. Hiopefully with R back this week and Matt soon after we should start picking up again.

Also with those guys gone it's been difficult to start any angles for certain, so we have just had to fudge a few things together, and continue storylines that have already been established.

If anyone has any idea's regarding feuds or storylines until he next PPV let me know, I can't promise to use them but I will consider them as some things are planned but we need to kickstart them and others.

I will put the card up tommorrow and move deadline to Saturday night due to the delay. Hopefully match writers will be able to judge their matches and write after deadline on Saturday (or have me send results if needed) and we can get the show up on Sunday. if moving deadline is difficult for writers we can always have next weeks show on monday, and have a card up with that show (as I will plan in advance this time)

I hope the show was enjoyed, lemme know about that, and the other stuff.

Thanks guys.

['The Cyclone' JK]

loved it all from top to bottom... the static for BoolZ and Jets match was freaking hilarious!

only prob I had was that wasn't a segment I sent you, but a portion of my promo...I sent it to ya to double check I didn't screw up your character

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Sorry dude, I didn't have your match this week, and the week i've had haven't read everything on the board yet.

I misread your pm, and in my eagerness to not miss another of your segments put it in.

I liked it though dude, was perfect Forewell, especially as you wrote that based just on the profile.

[Jet Somers]

When I first starting seeing the static, I thought it was going to be a cheap way to not write the match, but then when I pieced it all together I realized it's close to an entire match, just jumbled up. Genius I say!

Also, the apology felt like a finger was pointing to the group who is running amok in GIW at the moment, so it fit.

[Red Bull Icon]

Yeah, I didn't see any problems with this show. A little segment light, but.. eh.

Throughly enjoyed the *static* match, and the fact that it was because Tate wasn't doing his fucking job just made it fantastic.

And I recognized JK's meeting with Boding, and thought it was on purpose. More disjointed GIW goodness. I was wrong though at TRob just fucked up. eh.

[The Crimson Ghost!]

Boo, Covenant!