APW Asylum 7/29- Las Vegas, Nevada

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Asylum begins rolling with "Simply Put" Johnny Rebel sitting on a stool infront of a giant screen with his likeness plastered all over it. He's wearing a Rebel brand hat backwards with a branded fannypack across his waist. Sarah walks in to the screen holding a set of cue cards in front of the former Overdrive champion.

Rebel: Good evening!

Sarah flips the card over and down to the ground as Rebel continues reading.

Rebel: I know that some of you have been wondering what in the world someone like me is doing on the Asylum brand. That's a fantastic question and I've been told that I have been summoned to appear this week next to Reginald Schmidt to explain my actions. Apparently, Mr. Schmidt hasn't been watching Overdrive and doesn't know who he's dealing with. The only person that I answer to is me...and I don't see that changing any time soon! I have, however, decided that I will make my presence felt next week on Asylum and make sure that Mr. Schmidt gets all of the answers that he so dilligently seeks!
Sarah again flips to the next card as Rebel holds up his special Rebel-branded hotdog boiler in the background. The number 1-800-SIMPLY1 flashes underneath.

Rebel: It's been brought to my attention that the Asylum brand was desperately in need of some star power and considering I'm the only star that the APW has ever known...it was a no-brainer! I believe Reginald needed someone who could sell tickets and since I'm the king at pushing my own products, I figured filling a few empty seats wouldn't be any problem! Let it be known to the entire Asylum roster that I've come here to clean house and eradicate those who can't hack it. Michael Callahan, Jason Kash, Sally Talfourd, Phil Atken, Johnny Knuckles, and even Anthony Bailey...your time is limited. I cleared house on the Overdrive brand and now I'm coming to do to the same here! The APW needs this...and I'm exactly the man for the job!

A group of stage hands comes on to the scene with a host of Rebel brand products as the number at the bottom of the screen continues to flash and grow larger.

Rebel: Simply F'N Put!

The scene turns to black as the opening Asylum video begins to roll.

APW Asylum comes on the air with Ida Maria's "Bad Karma" blaring over the speakers, and pyro shooting out of the stage! The fans are on their feet, proudly displaying their signs as the cameras pan the crowd. Several Anthony Bailey and Sally Talfourd signs can be seen, as well as a group of fans who are holding up the letters to spell out "KNUCKLES!" There's a fan on the aisle with a sign that says "PRANK ME, JOHNNY SYKES!" and his friend next to him has a sign that reads "LIKE A BOSS!"

Nailz: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the latest Action Packed episode of APW Asylum! We're here live in Sin City, Las Vegas, Nevada, and boy do we have a humdinger of a show lined up for you tonight!

Beckett: As always, I am Steve Beckett, alongside Russ T. Nailz, and we're starting off Asylum with a big time match up, as Jason Kash, Jair Hopkins, and "The OG Pranksta" Johnny Sykes are going to face off in a Triple Threat Match where the winner gets a shot at Michael Callahan's APW Pro-Life Championship at Shockwave!

Nailz: Also, Johnny Knuckles teams with a Mystery Partner to take on the team of Phil Atken and Hank. Who's Knuckles' partner going to be!?

Beckett: Last week, we saw the APW Tap Out Champion Julius Farquhar and "The Soul of Philly" TJ have a tense backstage interaction. This week, they get to settle their differences in the ring with a Street Fight!

Nailz: And in our Main Event, General Manager Reginald Schmidt made the match last week, where Shockwave opponents Anthony Bailey and Sally Talfourd will team up to take on the team of "The American Hero" Michael Callahan and Cameron Wolves! And what's more, Johnny Rebel is the special guest referee!

Beckett: That's going to be a huge Main Event for sure...

“Heavyweight Champion of the World” plays and there is a decent crowd reaction as the self-proclaimed Voice of APW Phil Atken steps through the curtain. He goes through his own particular routines and makes his way to the ring, where we get a glimpse of a table on which various articles are set-up. They include some cups, a tea pot, a jug of milk and some spoons. Upon a closer look, people notice that it's not really Phil Atken but somebody else dressed up as him. He bends down to grab a mic only to lose his wig revealing that its really Johnny Knuckles! He grabs the wig and throw it back on his head as fast as he can.

Beckett: HOLY CRAP!! That's not Atken, It's Knuckles!

Nailz: He surely had us all fooled. Kind of like the time you spent a week in Vietnam.

Beckett:......and we will never speak of that week again thank you very much.

Knuckles calls for something from under the ring. The ring hand helps him bring in a mannequin who is wearing nothing but a blonde wig. The crowd goes nuts with laughter while Knuckles puts the mic to his mouth.

Knuckles: Bloody Arse Hell!!

Insert cheap pop here, and the crowd roars.

Knuckles: Me and my tag team partner, SPANK, are goin' to take a cricket bat to Knuckles bloody skull aint' we Spank?

Knuckles runs behind the mannequin and make him shake his head “YES” then runs back.

Knuckles: That wanka' hs no business bein' in the same ring as the “VOICE OF APW!!” Now, i've always been great cuz' i've bene told, ever since I was a lil' philly, that I had the voice made for silent movies......

Nailz: Knuckles really poking fun at Atken with this. You can't believe that he would be very happy with him stealing his own show.

Beckett: Knuckles is a joke. That's his “M-O”. Phil Atken and Hank are going to hurt him the very second they get in this ring tonight. Does he even have a partner yet?

Knuckles: Now; I'd like to introduce my guest at this time, everybody welcome back my old friend....Johnny Knuckles!!

“Heavyweight Champion Of The World” plays as the REAL Phil Atken comes walking down the ramp, screaming at Knuckles the whole time. Atken makes his way inside the ring and right into Knuckles face but is just standing there with a smile on his face. Phil rips the wig off of Knuckles and slams it down to the canvas then proceeds to stomp on it with authority. Knuckles continues to just stand there and smile at Atken who seems to be livid.

Knuckles: What's wrong Phil? Ya' look a lil' mad.....

Atken: A little mad? A LITTLE MAD? You stand there with a poorly tailored suit, a lack of announcer and somehow turn into Dick Van Dyke and you think I'm a little mad? Only a little? You have five bloody seconds to vacate this set.You're stealing MY SHOW! This is MY IDEA!!

Knuckles: That's nice, shame I do it better than you. Just like I win better than you and LOSE.......better than you.

Atken: That ends tonight. Here's the thing Knuckles, I know, I know deep down that no one in this company wants to be associated with you. I know you don't have a tag partner. Me and Hank... we're going to crush you. You think you can stand there, steal my set, steal my show and steal my good name and get away with it?

Knuckles: YES!! That means i get to beat both your asses myself. SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET! On a side note Phil, I could pick "DICK HEAD", your manager or whatever he is to you and STILL win........

Atken looks like he's about to implode with rage and starts to charge Knuckles who still stands there with a smile on his face as referees and security rush in and hold Atken back. They manage to get him out of the ring as he fights to get past them to attack Knuckles all the while, he remains in the rings just waving bye bye to him on his way back op the ramp.

Beckett: Knuckles just dug his own grave here.

Nailz: This is going to certainly be one hell of a match and I can't wait to see who Knuckles' partner is going to be!

Backstage, Jack Spade is standing by with Jair Hopkins as he is jogging his legs in the same spot. His head and eyes are forward, aiming at the wall in front. In white and black attire, black shirt with a white collar as he got a black hat with the Nike symbol turned backwards. Blue Jeans and a pair of Nike’s on. You can see he’s getting into focus on his match as it is up in mere moments.

Jack Spade: I’m here with the promising face on Asylum, Jair Hopkins, whose about to face the biggest test of his young career. How do you feel Jair?

Jair continues to jog in motion as he eyes Jack.

Jair Hopkins: PRO-LIFE … THAT’S HOW I FEEL!!!

Jack rubs his ear as the yelling gets to him.

Jack Spade: Oh, okay … It has been a testy week with you and Jason Kash back and forth. What’s going on between you two?

Jair Hopkins: Not a damn thing. He’s obviously still heart-broken and the failures of last week, it’s getting to him. Tonight, it’s rinse and repeat. He’s going to feel like failure. He talks game on twitter but in a few moments I’m going to see just how much game he can put up, after all … It’s ‘Viva Las Vegas’.

Jack Spade: What about Johnny Sykes, do you not think of him as a threat?

Jair stops jogging as he takes a moment before quickly answering.

Jair Hopkins: Everyone is a threat in this company, on this brand. Even the likes of Johnny Sykes, he is a threat. I’ve had my qualms about him, but Kash has made it seem like it’s just me and him. It’s all about who has the most heart to battle to the end. He could do it, but if I see out of him what I’ve seen from the past, then it will be over before he knows it.

Jack nods as Jair looks to end this but Jack requests if he can answer one more question.

Jack Spade: Before we let you go and get in your final preparations for this match. It’s been sighted on Twitter that you and OverDrive’s Evan Envi have problems with each other, some of this stemming from you and his time in Meltdown. What’s the deal?

Jack gets a stern look from Jair who shakes his head.

Jair Hopkins: He’s an ass … He says I’m a ‘half-assed wrestler with pigtails’. Yeah, well I’ve shown to the world that I’m more than capable of taking on big names. I called him out and he did the usual … he backed down.

Jair looked at Jack, as he requested the microphone. Giving it to him, Jack stood back a foot as Jair stared into the camera.

Jair Hopkins: Evan, you want to see just how ‘talentless’ I am? I hope you’re available to watch this match. I hope you get this High Definition because I want you to see this ‘clearly’. See that I am nothing of what you claim me to be. Jason Kash will know, Johnny Sykes will know. You want to blast your feelings on twitter? Talk to me, tell me what you really think. Better yet, you know where I am … Come see me!

Jair went to hand it back but paused.

Jair Hopkins: Jack, he’s not going to do that. He’s not going to be the brave one on his brand. No, he’s going to step back and just smirk at this. He knows what will come when he does attempt to call me out for a fight. He’s nothing but a spoiled-ass kid. He doesn’t know about fighting for what you want. He’s all about the easy way out. Asylum … there are no hand-outs, you fight for what you want. Tonight, I’m fighting for my shot at gold.

Jair tosses the microphone back at Spade, catching him off-guard. He is able to recover as he puts on a smile. Jair walks off down the hall, as Jack is left to close it out.

Jack Spade: That is one serious man, I don’t know what we could see out of Mr. Hopkins tonight. Can he do the impossible? Back to you guys!

Nailz: We'll find out after this commercial break! Triple Threat #1 Contender's Match for the Pro-Life Title next!

APW Asylum cuts to a commercial break.

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Asylum is back from the break, and before Stenfelder can announce the first match, the sound of “Paint It, Black” by The Rolling Stones hits the boombox and out saunters Michael Callahan with the mother of all smirks on his face to a cacophonic chorus of booing and jeering. Although Callahan wasn't alone as he never usually is, he arrived sans The Traditional Restoration Initiative but instead came with a fairly frazzled looking gentleman in a suit.

Callahan's insidious mind had been up to little good lately and just the way in which he carried himself even higher than the already colossally towering pedestal he stood on told the audience they were in for something really special tonight. He swiftly rolled under the bottom rope without his usual gallant walk up the steps because the excitement in his eyes said that this couldn't wait. So impatient in fact was Callahan that when he took the microphone he could barely compose his bemused giggling as this other man took place to the left and behind him.

Callahan: Hey guys, I know it's a been a while since I came out here and spoke to you guys directly but tonight is a very special occasion here in Sin City. I think there's somebody important that you all need to meet and so standing with me today is one of the most important men you will ever meet. So would you please give a warm Sin City welcome to a man who's dedicated his lives to prolonging the decay of your junked out, burnt out bodies with the organs of dead orphans, DOCTOR YUSUF FEELGOOOOD!

Undoubtedly the crowd start booing Feelgood as he steps up to the proverbial “bat” and looks to take his swing now that Callahan's brought him onto play.

Dr. Feelgood: Hello ladies and gentlemen! Yes, that's my real last name. No I'm not a terrorist.

Callahan having got a microphone of his own from the ring announcer rejoins Feelgood to start the questioning session of the most important man the people of Vegas will apparently ever meet.

Callahan: Now, Doctor Feelgood. I believe you have an important announcement to make regarding the welfares of one of our workers here at Asylum?

Dr. Feelgood: That's right. You see, as a clearly liberal state here in Nevada we quite obviously believe in freedoms, choice and of course the best possible outcomes for everyone rather than a select few. We have a very open mind when it comes to alternatives to the many new and exciting conundrums challenging modern day health care and we in Nevada have embraced the evidence that states that marijuana can have positive effects for people recovering from various cancers as well as mental disorders and other physical discomforts. However we're not push-overs. When we prescribe a license we don't take abuse of such a privilege lightly and for those of us who were watching last week's Asylum, there was quite clearly an abuse of priviledge from a man currently in possesion of a medical marijuana license.

The booing fans know who and what Dr. Feelgood is talking about but the condescending Callahan deems it appropriate to fill in the blanks for those that don't get it. Or maybe he just loves the sound of his own voice.

Callahan: Two weeks ago before the big Fatal Fourway Match Jason Kash came out here and insulted all of you and every single person who ever supported this industry by getting high when he should've been putting on the show of a lifetime and trying to regain that World Championship that he was “so cut up” about losing. There are people who would love to come out here, be in that ring for free and yet this paid performer who all of you parted with your hard earnt cash to see disrespected all of you Asylum fans, wrestling fans and Food Network channel surfers by coming out here all baked Alaska. It was a disgusting abuse of the power granted to him and something must be done.

Dr. Feelgood: That's why I and my colleagues at the Nevada Medicine Board have held conference with the body that issued Kash his pot license and in liue of the evidence, the California Medicine and Health Association have decided that they are revoking his medical marijuana license. He is also ordered by law to return any marijuana in his possession back to a legitimate health centre and if he arrives to the ring smoking or is caught smoking again he will be subject to the full extent of drug possession law dependent of course on individual state regulation. Thank you very much.

As Feelgood unleashes the full extent of a punishment that is the psychological equivalent of ripping out Jason Kash's finger-nails, Callahan takes back the stick just one more time to really crush the cigarette underneath the boot of his Wranglers.

Callahan: Kash buddy? I know you're backstage watching this and I want you to listen to what I'm about to say very clearly before you come out here and get all mad. I'm NOT doing this to spite you. This isn't because you kicked me down a flight of stairs or because you've got a title opportunity match tonight. I'm doing this purely for your own personal gain. Clearly whatever problem that meant you had to be prescribed with that wretched drug is no longer an issue for you and the fact of the matter is that your substance abuse problem is BECOMING one. Last week your behaviour was completely unacceptable and a let-down for both you, the other three competitors in that Fatal Four-Way and of course the Asylum constituents. I do this not just as your co-wrestler and colleague but as your friend. I had to step in and do what's right for you. I know you won't like this Kash... but it's for the best. The best medicine always tests the foulest.

“Houston” by Paul Wall smashes the sound system and within seconds Kash is flying out that curtain like a rampaging stallion out the gates of the Grand National. Flying down the ring at almost a hundred hours, the crowd who haven't been impressed with Kash's behaviour as of late can't help but sympathise with this wounded warrior who's just lost a huge part of his life and start cheering in the hopes he'll give Callahan the long overdue punch in the gob that he deserves.

Beckett: Uhoh! Here comes Jason Kash and he is not happy. Thanks to Callahan's meddling, Kash just lost his license to famously “light it up” and now he's livid.

Nailz: Oh my God! He's charging down to that ring with the look of death in his eye. He's out for Callahan's blood!

Kash slides into the ring with venom seething out of every pore in his body. Callahan grabs a petrified Dr. Feelgood and launches him straight in Kash's trajectory so he can throw himself out of the ring and make a good escape before Kash can pulp him. Trapped behind the fat, flailing mass that is Dr. Feelgood, Kash can barely get round him so he shoves him to the floor but it's much too late as Callahan vanishes over the crowd barrier and out of range of The Influence.

Beckett: A lucky escape for Callahan and he did it by throwing this poor medical professional to the wolves!

Nailz: Wait a minute, Jason Kash has just grabbed Dr. Feelgood!

Hauling the heavy, trembling carcass of Dr. Feelgood off the floor by his suit jacket, Kash's psycho grin yanks at the edge of his lips and in Kash's mind he already knows what rights he has to wrong. A UTI[/B] brings down the walls like thunder as the crowd go mental. Feelgood lies motionless in the ring as Kash smokes an invisible joint to the delight of the people, feeling slightly less frustrated even though he didn't quite get to do it to Callahan.

Beckett: UTI to Dr. Feelgood! This crowd is lighting up! Callahan may have just made the biggest mistake of his life!

Nailz: You're telling me? You never get between a no good stoner and his dope supply!

Jason Kash stands angrily in the ring, "Like a Boss" hits the arena's speakers and the crowd instantly pops with excitement.

Stenfelder: The following is a Triple Threat Match to determine the Number One Contender to the Pro Life Championship. From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 215 pounds, "The Original OG Pranksta" JOHNNNYYY SYYYYKKESSS!!!!

Just a few moments later Sykes comes out from behind the curtain with a big ol' grin on his face. At the sight of him the crowd's cheers only got louder. About that time Sykes began to sprint down the ramp until reaching the ring.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, already in the ring, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 230 pounds, Jason Kash!

He leaped forward and drove through the second rope of the ring. He did a quick roll through and landed on his feet. As one would expect the crowd was pretty impressed by his little entrance. Sykes started to make his way over to one of the corners as he climbed it to the second rope. He held up one of his arms taunting to crowd a bit. Only to get a positive reaction out of them. That's when he put himself in position where he was laying all comfortable like on the ring ropes. Sykes music cut off as he waited patiently for his opponent to make their way on out.

Nailz: Johnny Sykes looks to be a bit more springy tonight, you think he can open some eyes during the match?

Beckett: Ehh...Sure...maybe..see this redhead over there? My gawd she is fine! Man, she is a perfect 10! A hard diamond, a dime piece, a knockout, I'd huff her far--

Nailz: AND..Jason Kash looks ready to change around this Season of J.A.S.O.N. that has plagued him thus far. Can he bounce back here and bring the Violence back to Asylum?

Stenfelder: The last man in this contest is new to Asylum..He comes out of The Boogie Down Bronx, New York, weighing in at 200 pounds, JAIRRR...HOPKINNSS!!!

I'm living in the 21st century doin' something mean to it
Do it better then anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero need his theme music

The beat comes in and the pulsating red and white lights continue to do so as Jair Hopkin holds his arms up in the air like a true ‘Winner’ while he makes his way down the ramp. He slap a few of the fans hands on each side. He doesn’t gain much of a pop, but there aren’t any boos heard. Jair hops his small frame up onto the edge of the apron as he rolls under the bottom rope.

Inside, he stands up, again with his arms in the air. He looks around, admiring the view as he takes it to the nearest corner turnbuckle, getting a better view before dropping down, readying for the match at hand.

Nailz: The match is starting, eyes on the match Beckett..

Beckett: Oh yes, YES! Wow, this is going to be a Major matchup! Jair Hopkins got Mad skills from the hood yo! Kash is crazy like he got infected with Rabies and renamed himself Cujo! Who else is in this match?

Nailz: Oh my God...Sykes, Johnny Sykes! Am I the only person who has faith in this man?

No sooner as the bell rings, Jair Hopkins and Johnny Sykes rush Jason Kash. Hitting him with four fists pounding away at his chest, face and shoulders. Kash bends over and covers his head as they pound down on his back with hammer fists. Kash drops to his knees and Johnny Sykes holds back Jair as he takes a few steps back before leaping forward at Kash with a Shinning Wizard Flying Knee and drops the former World Champion. As Sykes returns to his feet, Hopkins spins him around and claps him in the mouth with a loud punch. Sykes stumbles back and flies off his feet and rocks Jair with a flying elbow shot. The two men return themselves to their feet and quickly lock up. Sykes is whipped across the ring, he jumps up as he rushes at the ropes and springboards off the ropes, twisting his body around as he slingshots back at Jair Hopkins and hits a Springboard Cross Body.

Sykes rolls off Hopkins and pops back to his feet. Quickly acting as he usually does, Sykes runs up the nearest turnbuckles and backflips off almost as he touches down on the top turnbuckle and glides back and hits a beautiful Moonsault on Jair Hopkins and hooks the leg for a pin attempt as the referee drops and slaps the canvas.

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Beckett: That was a little slow of a count wasn't it? This referee should be fired! Hell fire Jason Kash while you're at it, he hasn't done shit but lay in the ring since this match started. He's lazy!

Nailz: To his defense, he did get beat down like a redheaded stepchild..

Beckett: Think she'd give me her number?

Nailz: Go ask her, I'll do this job myself.

Johnny Sykes pulls Jair up as he rises to his feet, Jair breaks out of the grapple and leaps with a High lifting Knee that stuns Sykes. Hopkins quickly grabs Sykes head and runs, hitting a Bulldog. Hopkins hurries to his feet, turns around and as Jason Kash is getting to his feet, Hopkins kicks him to the gut and drops him with a Implant DDT.

Nailz: Jason Kash is having a hard time finding his way into this match, This Season is taking it's toll once again.

Beckett: It's about time too! Asylum needs to evolve from this Violent Nature that is grew from. Who likes blood anyway?

Nailz: Ummm...Everyone? People watch combat sports not for the sport but for the combat. Wrestling Violence doesn't mean Tables, Ladders, and Chairs, it just gives you the option to use them.

Jair Hopkins rips Kash up off the canvas and shoves him backwards, into a turnbuckle. Hopkins moves to the opposite kiddie corner of the ring. He rushes across the ring and jumps looking to hit a Stinger Splash but Jason Kash pushes from the corner, spinning around and connecting perfectly into Hopkin's jaw with a "Money Shot" rolling elbow. Hopkins crumbles and lands to the mat, broken from the sudden but bone breaking shot. The fans give the spot a bit of cheer but quickly quiet down as Johnny Sykes slowly moves up to his feet. Kash backs into the corner behind him and waits. As Sykes turns towards where Kash and Hopkins are located, Kash's voice is heard screaming.

THIS IS ASYLUM!!!!!

Bouncing out from the corner, Kash rushes Sykes and crushes him to the chest with a big boot that Kash has dubbed "Asylum Kick" and the fans roar with cheers, loving the move. Kash falls back onto the ropes at the other side of the ring, both of his opponents on the canvas after being hit with big shots. He smiles, showing his teeth which cause the fans to get louder. Jair Hopkins pushes up onto one knee with a hand holding his jaw from where he was blasted by Kash. Hopkins gets to his feet and it doesn't take long to lock eyes with Jason Kash. Johnny Sykes gets up using the ring ropes, he has an open palm holding the center of his chest. The three men standing at a distance from each other look around, locking eyes with one another. The fans begin to rise in cheers, watching this match, seeing what could happen next.

Beckett: Well this just got exciting!

Nailz: It's been exciting, you've just been Love Sick..

Sykes throws up a Peace sign with his hand as he approaches Jair Hopkins. Sykes whispers something to him and they both look over at Jason Kash. Finally the two of them break out a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Hopkins throws Rock, Sykes throws Scissors. Jair Hopkins pats Sykes on the shoulder and steps forward towards Kash. Enjoying the small break in the match, Jason Kash watched as Hopkins won the right to go on the offensive against Kash. Not waiting to be attacked, Kash pops off the ropes where he was leaning and lunges at Hopkins, cracking him in the mouth with a big right. Hopkins strikes back and the two begin trading punches. Kash fakes a right and scores with a huge left that stuns Hopkins and stumbles him back.

Johnny Sykes reacting quickly rushes in and Superkicks the shit out of Kash's chin, sending him backwards. Kash falls through the ring ropes and bounces to the outside mats. Sykes turns to Hopkins and begins hitting vicious kicks to the body and head. Sykes lifts Hopkins up and the man from Bronx is dazed and wobbly. Sykes grabs him by the head and runs at the Turnbuckles, running up each pad and flipping overhead, hitting Sliced Bread on Hopkins. Instead of finishing there, Sykes is up again, rushing at the turnbuckle yet again. He gets up there high, looks to the outside at Kash before leaping off and hitting his Corkscrew Shooting Star Press which he calls "Like A Boss" and the referee drops to the mat and counts the three.

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Kash just barely breaks the count!

Nailz: You've got to be kidding me! How the heck did Kash break up that count!

J-Hop is still down on the mat as both Kash and Sykes begin to duke it out, with Kash getting the advantage! He gives Sykes a few hard punches before whipping him into the ropes, and runs to the opposite ropes himself to gain momentum! Both men go for a Running Clothesline at the same time, knocking each other down, with both of them landing with an arm over each other! The ref makes the count, 1
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3! DING! DING! DING!

Beckett: Who won the match?!

Nailz: I don't know! I think the ref is still trying to figure that out!

The ref looks at Kash, then to Sykes. He looks back at Kash, then to Sykes once more! Two more refs make their way down the ramp to discuss with referee in charge what the outcome of the match should be. By this point, all three competitors make their way to their feet, all three trying to get their two cents in with the refs!

Nailz: There is utter confusion out here! It looks like Kash, Sykes, and Hopkins are about to come to blows!



"Smells Like Teen Spirit/Never Gonna Give You Up" hits the speakers, as Asylum General Manager Reginald Schmidt makes his way down the ramp with a mic in hand!

Reginald: Now hold it right there, Misters! Before you decide to go at it again, I think I have a solution to all of this!

Reginald reaches the ring, and one of the refs holds the ropes open for the GM as he clumsily enters the ring. Once he's in, he gets between the three competitors, talking to each of them in turn.

Reginald: Kash and Sykes, both of you scored a pinfall in this match, so both of you have a claim towards being named the new #1 Contender. And Hopkins, you weren't pinned in the decision, while both of your opponents were, so I think it's fair to say that you have a claim is where! Therefore, in the interest of fairness, this match is being ruled a draw, and the Pro-Life Championship Match at Shockwave will be a Four Way Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Match, with all three of you challenging Michael Callahan for the belt!

The fans cheer at this announcement, and all three men in the ring just look at each other, eying each other suspiciously while Reginald's music hits again, and he leaves the ring!

Nailz: What an announcement by General Manager Reginald Schmidt! You know that Michael Callahan is not going to be happy about this at all!

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Stenfelder: The following contest is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall!

The lights begin to dim in the arena as spotlights begin to fly around all up and down the joint. Over the loud speaker we hear the beautiful tones of Mr. Dirk Dickwood.

Dickwood: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the “True Voice of APW,” from Glasgow, Scotland, weighing in at 192 pounds, Phil Atken, and his tag team partner, Hank!

The spotlights all join together at the top of the entrance way as “Heavyweight Champion of the World” begins to play. Out from the back stomps Phil Atken, adorned in a sparkly black and gold robe. He gets a reasonable reaction from the crowd. From behind Phil emerge his Head of Security, the one named mute Hank and his agent, manager and perhaps sole friend, Mr. Dirk Dickwood.

Nailz: We saw Johnny Knuckles and Phil Atken get involved in each others matches last week, and this week, they'll try to settle their differences in tag team action!

Beckett: Considering the two strong personalities of Atken and Knuckles, I think it'll probably take more than just one match for these two to settle their differences!

Phil hops into the ring as Dirk and the tall, bald and rather mean looking Hank take their place in Phil's corner. Phil carefully passes his shimmering robe into the hands of Dirk.

"Under and Over It" by Five Finger Death Punch plays. After a few seconds, Knuckles darts out and heads to the left side of the stage taunting the crowd as they cheer, he runs to the right side of the stage and gets the same reaction. He goes to the top of the ramp and stares at the crowd. He grins, shakes his head and storms down to the ring.

Stenfelder: And their opponents, first, from The Bronx, New York, weighing in at 255 pounds, Johnny Knuckles!

Nailz: We have no idea who Johnny Knuckles' partner is here tonight, but Reginald Schmidt has promised that it's a big surprise!

Beckett: Hopefully he isn't all bluster this time! Last week, he promised Spider-Man, and it was just Reginald in a Spidey costume!

He runs over to the middle rope in the back corner and gets the crowd roaring, then he takes off his silk shirt, Italian hat and gold chains and hops around in the corner with a stem and focused look. He then turns to the entrance ramp to see who his partner is going to be. There's only silence, as no music is playing. The crowd begins to get impatient, and gets a loud “We want Chambers! We want Chambers!” chant going.

Nailz: The fans are referring to former APW Asylum Mega Star James Chambers. Will they get their wish?

Beckett: Who's Knuckles' partner going to be!?

After a few moments, “Under and Over It” begins to play again, and the fans boo as a midget who's the spitting image of Johnny Knuckles makes his entrance onto the ramp! Atken, Hank and Dickwood can barely control their laughter, while Johnny Knuckles just shakes his head in disbelief.

Nailz: These fans are obviously upset that they didn't get James Chambers, but where does this put Johnny Knuckles!?

Beckett: He's literally short a partner, effectively turning this into a handicap match!

The little person copies all of Knuckles' mannerisms as he heads to the ring, and once inside, Johnny gets down to one knee to talk to him face to face. He directs Mini-Knux to head to the corner, while Atken heads to his own corner, leaving Hank to start the match. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Phil Atken & Hank vs. Johnny Knuckles & Mini-Knuckles

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Knuckles gets right in the face of the taller Hank, knocking him with Forearm Shots to the chin that daze the big man, allowing Knuckles to quickly shoot him towards the ropes! He catches Hank on the rebound drills him into the mat with a vicious AA Spinebuster that shakes the ring! As Hank tries to get up, Knuckles doesn't give him any quarter, stomping the daylights out of him!

Nailz: Hank's lack of in-ring experience is really showing here, as Knuckles is just swarming him!

Knuckles maintains control of the early parts of the match, and whenever Hank does manage to get an offensive maneuver in, Knuckles counters it with a dirty tactic that draws cheers from the fans! After a few moments, Knuckles takes Hank down with a Belly-to-Belly Side Suplex, and Hank rolls to this corner, tagging in Phil Atken. Knuckles get a big grin on his face as he motions for the “Unfortunate One” to enter the ring. Atken has a sour look on his face as he confronts Knuckles in the center of the ring, jawing off with him, while Knuckles smack talks right back! Finally, the two come to blows, with Knuckles getting the advantage, backing Atken into the corner with some stiff Forearms! Knux gives Atken a few more stiff Forearms in the corner before going to whip him out of the corner, but Atken reverses it, sending Knuckles chest first into the corner he was just in! With Knuckles propped up chest first in the corner, Atken gives him some hard Corner Elbows right between the Shoulder Blades before pulling him out, turning him around, and delivering a picture perfect Suplex! From here, Atken and Hank take control of the match, making frequent tags, and keeping Knuckles largely grounded.

Nailz: After coming out the gate strong, Knuckles finds himself in the unenviable position of needing to make a tag, but not having the kind of partner he can trust to do so! No disrespect to Mini-Knuckles!

Beckett: He really is fighting in a handicap match!

The fans are getting behind Knuckles, trying to will him on with an obscene chant, while Hank has him in a hard Bear Hug in the middle of the ring! Hank is shaking Knuckles around like a rag doll, and before long, Knuckles goes limp! The fans are booing as the ref raises Knuckles' arm up for the first time, and it falls right back down. The second time up, and once again, the arm falls to Knuckles' side!

Nailz: If Knuckles is passed out here, then Hank and Atken will win the match!

The ref raises Knuckles arm up for the third and final time, and lets it drop...

Beckett: This is going to be it for Knuckles right here! NO! He gets the arm up!

The fans are on their feet, cheering loudly for Johnny Knuckles as he begins to try and fight his way out of the Bear Hug, resorting to Boxing the Ears of Hank! Hank holds his ears in pain as he drops Knuckles and turns around to head to his corner, giving Knuckles the split second necessary to nail him from behind with a Donkey Punch! But it was done out of desperation, and both men are laid out on the mat, Knuckles unable to follow up on the DP.

Nailz: What bad luck for Johnny Knuckles! He hit the home run shot with that Donkey Punch, but he doesn't have the energy to follow up with a pinfall!

Beckett: As much as I hate to say this, Knuckles needs to make a tag here!

As both Knuckles and Hank begin to clear the cobwebs, they make their ways to their respective corners. The fans get a “Mini-Knuckles!” >clap, clap, clapclapclap< chant going, and Mini-Knuckles is getting fired up on the apron! Hank reaches Atken just as Knuckles makes the hot tag to Mini-Knuckles, and the fans erupt! Atken misjudges the Double Axe Handle on the Mini-Knux, who just runs right underneath it and delivers a Short Dropkick right to the calf of Phil Atken, bringing him down to one knee! Mini-Knuckles lets out a loud “HEEHAW!” and goes for a Mini-Donkey Punch, but Atken dodges out of the way. He quickly gets to his feet, pulls the little person in, and delivers a Spinebuster with Authority! Dickwood has run around the ring to pull Knuckles off the apron while Atken locks in the Figure Four on Mini-Knuckles, who immediately Taps Out! DING! DING! DING!

Winners: Phil Atken & Hank[/center]

Stenfelder: Here are your winners, by submission, Phil Atken and his Chief of Security, Hank!

Atken keeps the hold locked in on the little guy while Hank joins Dickwood outside in assaulting Johnny Knuckles! The ref is calling for the bell again and again, but Atken keeps the hold locked in on Mini-Knux!

Nailz: Come on, Atken! Let the little guy go! This is uncalled for!

Hank and Dickwood are double teaming Knuckles on the outside, and double Irish Whip him right into the steel steps! They then roll him into the ring, and Hank holds him up, forcing him to watch Atken continue to apply the Figure Four Leg Lock while Mini-Knux screams out in pain!

Beckett: Phil Atken is sending a message to Johnny Knuckles right here with this assault on Mini-Knux!

Nailz: I bet Phil Atken feels like a real big man right now! This is disgusting!

Mini-Knux keeps tapping out, and finally, after what seems to be an eternity, Phil Atken lets go of the Figure Four. Hank shoves Johnny Knuckles to the mat, while Dickwood raises Atken's arm high. The fans are booing as “Heavyweight Champion of the World” blares again, and Atken & his posse leave the ring with both Johnny Knuckles and Mini-Knux still laid out!

The crowd start to cheer loudly when they see Yarmouth walking down the corridor looking a little nervous Yarmouth walks past some stage hands and they point and stare at Yarmouth who just smiles back at them.

Yarmouth stops at a door that reads Asylum GM Reginald and pauses for a moment.

Steve Beckett: Whoa, That's Yarmouth from Meltdown what the hell is he doing here?

Russ T Nailz: I have no idea is this a new draft we have gained?

Steve Beckett: I hope not Yarmouth stinks.

Yarmouth knocks on the door and then waits for an answer.

Reginald: Come in.

The crowd cheers as Yarmouth enters the GM'S office Reginald looks surprised to see the Meltdown star.

Reginald: Yarmouth come in what can I do for you?

Yarmouth closes the door behind him and sits down in the chair in front of Reginald's desk as the crowd in the arena falls in silence waiting in anticipation on why the Meltdown star has appeared on Asylum.


Sorry to barge in on you like this but I thought I would come down here to Asylum and see what all the fuss is about and to be honest Reginald this place is pretty cool.

Reginald: Why thank you Yarmouth I all ready new that but what was the real reason you came down here?

Steve Beckett: This should be good.

OK you got me what I really wanted to say is that well I have been dominating Meltdown over these past few weeks and well the place has just out grown me I need a fresh challenge and thought that Asylum would be perfect for you and me so what do you say?

The crowd start to cheer in the arena wanting Reginald to say yes, Reginald rubs his chin for a moment pondering on his answer.

Russ T Nailz: This is great Yarmouth would be perfect for Asylum, And like he said Meltdown is just not big enough for a star like Yarmouth.

Reginald smiles and then looks at Yarmouth as the crowd wait in silence for the GM'S answer.

Reginald: Look Yarmouth you may have been dominating but you have not been winning either have you, all your domination has come after the match as finished which is no good if you not gonna do it in the match it's self.

Yarmouth head drops and the crowd start to boo loudly.

Reginald: Listen don't get me wrong i like what you have to offer but please come back when you start winning matches ok?

OK no problems and when I do start winning my matches you will be the first person i contact.

Yarmouth stands and shakes hands with the GM and then heads out the door as Asylum cuts to commercial break.

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The cameras come on backstage. Jason Kash is kneeling before a large banner that is hung up on the Locker Room wall. The Banner has the letters "FP" on them, very large and at the center. In front of him are his "Take Home" APW Championship belts that he has won since being signed to the Promotion. A TapOut Title, Tag Titles, and a World Championship. Piled on each other, when a Champion loses a belt, he or she is given a Replica to remind them of their achievement. These were his. His right hand to his chest, Kash's voice breaks the silence of the room.

JKash: I Pledge Allegiance to the Flag that my bouts are filled with Violence. On this day, I give to you my blood, my heart, and all that I am. To sacrifice myself, my opponents, and all that stand before me. My Vile Style, Wrestling Violence, I welcome the Foul Play...

The locker room door bursts open and Tidus Howe enters the locker room carrying his cell phone. He stops in his place when he notices Kash sitting in front of his APW Championships and looks confused. He creeps over and clears his throat to interrupt the "Ritual". Kash calmly stands to his feet and takes a few steps before grabbing a Crocodile Dundee like Bowie Knight and bringing the blade to the palm of his hand. Quickly he makes a slash and blood puddles in his cupped palm.

Tidus Howe: What the fuck man!?! Hurting yourself won't help anyone!

JKash: Shut up...

Rubbing the blood around, spreading it all across the palm of his hand. Jason Kash slaps the center of the Asylum Banner on the wall in front of him. Kind of at a tilt the hand print comes out clear but the thickness of it runs a bit. Kash steps back and smiles, his teeth showing.

JKash: What do you want?

Tidus Howe: Well we sort of have a problem...

JKash: ....Tell me already damn!

Tidus Howe: What Callahan did is legit. You're Medical License is revoked. You can't even reapply for 90 days. That Dr. Feelgood was even Legit, guy looked like a fake Doctor but Callahan made it personal...Umm...What are the belts there for?

JKash: Nothing after today matters. These belts no longer matter, they are apart of my history but their loss no longer hinders me. I've awakened a bit and to be perfectly fucking honest, I kind of dig it! I like seeing someone I dislike and thinking about ripping their eyes out but never even attempting to do so..Now I can! I'm playing Foul now, I'm throwing all the typical rules out the window. If the fans don't like it, I'll dance to the sounds of their boos! Tra-La-La-La-LAAAA!!!!!

Trying to sing Opera isn't his things. Tidus Howe is surprised Kash wasn't too mad about the suspension news. Without the license he was at risk for drug testing, at risk for arrest. It's no picnic trying to hide something you're KNOWN for but he didn't seem to even care. Like he already had something planned for it.

Tidus Howe: So...you're not mad about your License being suspended?

JKash: Sure. Did you want me to take it out on you? I have plenty of ideas on how to go about doing that? One involves a midget's penis and a fat chick's vagina..Might get messy?

Tidus Howe: No! God No...Okay so what about this bullshit Announcement? Two guys becoming #1 Contender, whats that about? Did Reginald get into your stash?

JKash: Be easy Tidus..Reginald is a good man, he knows what needs to be done to make this show tick. Have trust in the man. Have trust in me....

From behind the small television begins to play a recorded Promo from a few days ago. Yarmouth spouting off about Challenges that were accepted and mentioning names like Jason Kash. Tidus Howe looks at the Television at the first mention of Kash but Jason doesn't even both turning around. Instead Kash grabs Tidus Howe's arm and they begin to struggle. Kash holds it tight but stops as they lock eyes.

Tidus Howe: WHAT THE HELL MAN? LET ME GO!!

JKash: You wanted this (Nods at Banner) well then this is how I check your loyalty. Your blood will mark that banner or I will color it with far more blood than needed...If you want to be here, right now..Do this..

Almost shaken, still trembling a bit, Tidus Howe takes the bowie knife and makes a small slice across the palm of his hand. Nothing close to deep enough to get the amount of blood to make a hand print with. Kash grabs the knife and makes the slice himself. Tidus Howe jumps up after the cut and lets out a scream. His hand drips with blood, Kash grabs him to keep him still as Tidus begins to spread the blood. After he has it ready, he walks up and presses against the banner with his open palm. At the bottom left corner of the banner. Tidus turns around as Kash is getting his duffle bag and heading out the locker room door.

Tidus Howe: Where are you going?

JKash: I have a plane to catch, need to take care of some side business. Call it a side quest!

Tidus Howe: Where to though?

JKash: San Diego...

“Land of Hope and Glory” by Elgar blasts out of the PA and that can mean only one thing – it’s Quintessentially English time. The current APW Tap Out Champion steps out from the back, the belt wrapped around his waist, to a chorus of booing and jeering. The expression on Julius Farquhar’s face does not suggest he is in a jovial mood tonight and he begins his walk to the ring.

Nailz: Julius Farquhar is action later this evening against ‘The Soul of Philly’ TJ in an anything goes, no holds barred, Street Fight. To quote a great man, that one will be a slobber-knocker.

Beckett: The rumor doing the round on twitter is that Julius isn’t exactly pleased about the prospect, and to be honest, I’m not sure I’d want to be put in a ring with a 6’11’’ 285lb fighter in a match will no rules.

Julius climbs into the ring and shows his agitation by demanding a microphone and then becoming irate with Nicky Paige when she fails do this with a sense of urgency that doesn’t match his.

Julius: You are lucky you do not work on my staff, little girl. You show some urgency when someone more important than you makes a demand.

There crowd crank the jeering up a level after that spiteful and condescending comment directed at the lovely Miss Paige. Suddenly Julius expression turns cheery, a big forced smile plastered across his face as he greets the audience.

Jules: Good evening Las Vegas!

The crowd respond with a wave of booing that would blow over a man whose ego and delusions were not as grand as Julius Farquhar’s.

Jules: I know you have come out tonight to see your favorite APW megastars, and of course is me, and usually I would be in a happy mood to entertain you people like no other wrestler on the card can, even though we are in Las Vegas, the cultural latrine of the whole universe and home to millions of desert rats.

This cheap digs gets the appropriate response from the crowd.

Jules: But I am not in a good mood tonight because once again Reginald Schmidt has seen fit to put me in a position of difficult odds. The whole world saw how I made Anthony Bailey tap for his life one month ago to become the APW Tap Out Champion.

Booing from the crowd.

Jules: The whole world saw how I beat Sally Talfourd from pillar to post for fifteen minutes two weeks ago on Asylum.

Judging by the response the crowd disagree with this assertion.

Jules: If Reginald Schmidt had been a fair man he would have automatically made me number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship at Shockwave, since I am the only man on the Asylum roster who has made Anthony Bailey quit, submit, give up because he could not bear the pain I put him through. If Reginald Schmidt had been a fair man he would have made the number one contender’s match a one-on-one affair and, given how I scientifically dissected Sally Talfourd like she was a cadaver, it would be me who going into Shockwave to take the belt from that liar and fraud. Instead...

However, we will never know what Julius was going to say next because the sentence is cut off by the sound of ‘Hide & Seek” by Nonpoint.

Nailz: Thank goodness! I was wondering when the pain would end.

Beckett: You ungrateful, disrespectful toad! I was really getting into that Quintessentially English diatribe.

TJ emerges from the back in full ring gear, red shorts with the skyline of Philadelphia along the bottom of the shorts and a Ryan Howard Phillies jersey. He stands at the top of the stage as the crowd cheers for the former Meltdown standout who now calls Asylum home. He shakes his head at the APW Tap Out champion as he makes his way down the ramp, high fiving a couple fans that have their hands stretched out over the barricade. He makes his way around the ring, keeping his eyes on the Quintessentially English Megastar who stands in the ring more agitated that he entered. TJ approaches Nicky Paige and is handed a microphone. TJ responds with a kiss on the hand and a “tip of the cap” to the ring announcer. TJ walks up the steps leading to the ring and gets in over the top rope. He walks up to Julius, keeping about a two foot space between them as he puts the microphone to his mouth.

TJ: Instead, you get the chance to put your money to that ugly British mouth of yours.

The crowd roars in support of TJ

TJ: You see, you tried to cost me a match on Meltdown a couple weeks back and in doing that, you tried to end me. I’m still standing and I’m pissed. You’ve been trying to get outta of this match since Reginald gave it the okay over a month ago, and we have it now, so no matter you have to say…

TJ is cut off by the sound of a whining voice shouting him down.

Jules: Now hold on a second, sunshine. On that flea pit amateur show you came from it may be okay to interrupt important people when they have something to say, but on this show, the Quintessentially English Asylum, the street urchins stay in the back with the rest of the bottom feeders, while the cream of the crop takes the spotlight.

TJ looks at the crowd and sarcastically purses his lips as if saying mockingly ‘Then I’ve been told’.

Jules: It is bad enough I have once again been denied my destiny to wrestle for the World Heavyweight Championship, but now I am being forced to show the ropes to some kid who clearly does not know his head from his toes. I am giving you one fair warning, sunshine. You turn your backside around and toddle on backstage, or, in the Queen’s name, I will give you a good thrashing here and now.

The crowd react to that ‘threat’ with a mixture of booing, jeering, and laughter.

Beckett: That’s right, Julius told him!

Nailz: Judging by the look on TJ’s face I’m not sure that threat carries any weight.

TJ: Oh so you want me to do this?

TJ turns around and begins to waddle like a toddler would do around Julius. The crowd gets a kick out of this, but the same cannot be said of Julius who takes it as disrespect.

TJ: Or maybe you want me to shine your shoes up to earn my keep around here, right? Maybe a spit shine will do?

TJ spits at Julius feet, to which the crowd responds with a single “Ooooh”, as Julius’ face gets redder with anger.

TJ: Thing is, I didn’t come out here to do what you want me to. No, I’m here to finish what I started over a month ago on Meltdown. Over a month ago, you arrived on Meltdown just to show off that belt over your shoulder by “wrestling” a couple of “wrestlers” you found in the parking lot.

Jules: Those were well-mannered, athletically-gifted men! Unlike you, you peasant.

TJ: See, I may not be well-mannered, and saying I’m athletically-gifted maybe a stretch to some people, but I am genetically-gifted. I mean, there aren’t a lot of guys walking around backstage who have the same size or strength as me. Not many guys walking around back there are as hungry as me. Didn't see any of them stop your charade of wrestling on Meltdown. And only a few back there that were on the receiving end of a chair shot from you. But only one of them is scheduled to meet you in the ring, tonight, in the City of Sin, in a Street Fight.

The crowd cheers for TJ who smiles while the Tap Out champ furiously shakes his head.

Jules: NO! NO! NO! I’m not facing you. Why can’t you get that through your big and thick prole head? Do you see this?

Jules points to his Tap Out Championship belt.

Jules: This means I am better than you. This means I am above you. This means you are not in my league. It means you do not get to wrestle me unless I say so. And just by looking at you I can see that you will never meet the standard required to step through the ropes and face me. Look at this face, this beautiful Quintessentially English, take a good long look, because this is the face of a man who is and will always be better than you.

The crowd boos as TJ puts a hand up to silence them then begins to laugh. Julius glares at TJ and he tries to stop laughing, but cannot stop a chuckle from coming out from behind his lips.

TJ: I’m sorry, but I have to disagree, because I don’t see the face of a man who is better than me and will always be better than me. No I see the face of a man who needs my foot down up his ass.

The crowd roar with delight; Julius’ face turns from arrogance to fury.

TJ: So how about you prove there is a set of balls inside that suit and put that title on the line tonight. Sure it’s a gamble, but where else would you gamble than Las Vegas?

A pop from the crowd shows their approval. Julius is about to respond when ‘Never Gonna Give You Up/Smells Like Teen Spirit mashup’ begins to play and Asylum’s General Manager, Reginald Schmidt, steps out from the back wearing a ‘I ♥ Duck Tales’ t-shirt. Reginald takes a few steps before slipping on something on the ramp, but just about re-calibrating his body to maintain his balance and not fall over. His music cuts out and he begins to speak through a microphone.

Reginald: First of all, I don’t think the good people of Las Vegas paid their hard-earned dollars to listen to some brylcremed English guy whining on like a boiling kettle. So, Julius, you have my permission to shut the hell up, Mister!

The crowd pop for Reginald; Julius stomps about, shouting up the ramp at Reginald and pointing at his Tap Out Championship belt.

Reginald: I am all too well aware that you possess one of Asylum’s coveted Championships, which brings me out here tonight because we have before us an interesting situation.

Julius interrupts.

Julius: Interesting situation? Are you putting on a comedy act, or trying to run a sophisticated wrestling show? You can’t expect me to compete against this brute.

Reginald: I do and you will. However, what this is really all about is the Tap Out Championship. Now following the events of two weeks ago where you, Julius Farquhar, were beaten by Sally Talfourd *the crowd pops for this; Julius shouts back I wasn’t pinned* we know you won’t be competing for the World Heavyweight Championship at Shockwave, therefore you will be expected to defend the Tap Out Championship.

Julius: Fine, but as the Champion I have the right to choose my opponent, and I’m telling you this lanky urchin isn’t in my league.

Reginald: Firstly, I am the only one around here who decides who does and doesn’t get the title shots. However, I do agree with you that ‘The Soul of Philly’ TJ hasn’t done enough to warrant a shot at your Tap Out Championship.

The crowd begin to boo; Julius, all smiles, taunts TJ, lifting the belt and indicating that TJ will never get a shot. TJ tightens his mouth in anger.

Reginald: However, I am all for giving people opportunities to prove themselves, so if TJ can beat Julius Farquhar tonight, in a Street Fight, he will become the number one contender for the Tap Out Championship match at Shockwave.

The crowd pop huge for that announcement. TJ looks on with a smile on his face; Julius is hopping about like a bare-footed man on a hot plate.

Nailz: What a huge announcement...and what a tremendous opportunity for TJ tonight.

Beckett: This is an outrage! Julius Farquhar didn’t sign up for this.

Julius’ tantrum is continuing in the ring, but it’s interrupted by Reginald’s voice again.

Reginald: Oh, before I forget, that Street Fight starts now!

Nailz: Oh boy!

Beckett: This isn’t right! Julius isn’t even in his wrestling gear. He isn’t in the Quintessentially English mindset.

Nailz: Well he needs to get there and get there fast because it doesn’t look like TJ is hanging around.

Non-Title Streetfight
“Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar vs. “The Soul of Philly” TJ
If TJ wins, he gets a Tap Out Title shot at Shockwave.

Julius is still performing a tantrum when he is tackled to the floor by TJ, who starts pounding the Englishman’s face with hard rights, sending the crowd into frenzy. TJ gets to his feet and Julius tries to scramble away, but TJ grabs one of his legs to stop him. Julius starts squirming and kicks out with his free leg, but TJ manages to parry the kicks. Julius makes a big lunge for the ropes, but TJ counters with a heavy tug of his own, pulling the shoe off Julius’ captured foot, and allowing the Tap Out Champion to get free. TJ turns the shoe around and as Julius gets to his feet TJ whacks over the head with it.

Nailz: Let me remind you all about the rules in this one – there aren’t any, well save you win by pinfall or submission inside the ring, but everything else goes.

Beckett: Even using Julius’ $800 dress shoes?

Nailz: Even those.

Meanwhile TJ has mounted Julius again and his repeatedly clobbering him over the with the shoe. After a frantic burst he tosses the shoe away and begins to loosen Julius’ tie, before grabbing the knot and pulling the tail to tighten and increase the pressure on Julius’ windpipe. After about five or six seconds of this TJ gets up and drags Julius to his feet by the tie. The Englishman tries desperately to loosen it, but TJ, holding onto the tie, Biel throws Julius across the ring. Julius staggers back to his feet, TJ grabs the tie and again tightens it around his throat, then looks to Irish whip Julius by the tie, only to pull him back and knock him head over heels with a short-arm clothesline.

Nailz: TJ is completely manhandling Julius right now. Weeks and weeks of frustration are coming to a head right now.

Beckett: Listen here Nailz, this is completely unfair situation. Julius has been strong armed into a match here, his Tap Out Title used as leverage. He clearly isn’t ready for it mentally, he’s still wearing a suit.

Nailz: At least he’s not dressed as the funky chicken this time.

TJ has Julius on his feet again and is slamming his face repeatedly into a top rope turnbuckle, then lifts Jules into a bearhug, which he holds for several seconds before driving Julius into the mat with a spinebuster.

Nailz: 215 Hurtin’ from TJ...and a cover this could be over here...NO! Kick out on two by Julius Farquhar.

Beckett: That was close, not sure whether Julius has more after powering out of a cover by a 285lb giant.

As TJ starts to get up Julius starts to crawl away. However TJ soon catches up with Julius, lifts him onto the ropes and rips open his shirt to reveal chest, then begins to pound away with lung-bursting open palm strikes. Each one doubling Julius over, causing TJ to lift him upright before slapping a big open hand on the flesh. After five of these Julius drops down to his knees, breathing heavily.

Beckett: Look at Julius, look at that brilliant suit. It’s in tatters at the hands of this animal.

Nailz: I’m sure Julius himself is not feeling so good right now.

TJ is relentless though. He grabs Julius and begins to lift him but the Englishman counters by jamming a thumb in TJ’s eye and then delivers an agricultural kick between TJ’s legs, causing ‘The Soul of Philly’ to roll his eyes backwards, drop to his knees and flop over on his side into a heap. The crowd start booing this cowardice, but Julius ignores them and rolls out of the ring, removing his tattered shirt, jacket and tie he retrieves a folded steel chair and slides back into the ring.

Nailz: Julius Farquhar has armed him with a steel chair, it’s perfectly legal in this street fight.

Beckett: I sense a whole world of hurt is coming TJ’s way here.

Julius stands over TJ with the folded chair in his hands. As TJ gets to his feet Julius swings, but TJ ducks and Julius hits the top rope with the chair with such force that it springs right back and smacks him in the face, drawing a cheer from the crowd. Julius, now chairless, turns around straight into a double handed chokehold from TJ.

Nailz: Soulbuster coming here he...NO! Another low blow by Julius.

Beckett: I know they are fond of soccer in Europe and Julius proving he has the skills in kicking the balls...haha!

Julius follows the soccer kick to the nuts by grabbing TJ and planting him face first onto the steel chair with a DDT.

Nailz: What impact! DDT right onto the chair! TJ may be out cold.

Julius covers TJ...

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KICKOUT!

Beckett: WHAT! That was three! I saw it!

Nailz: The ref is calling a counting of two there.

Julius cannot believe it himself and he starts to argue with the referee, but the official vociferously protests it was a two count. Julius turns back to TJ who is starting to stir and locks in an anklelock, but before he can it fully synched in TJ spins around and swings out a big foot that connects with the side of Julius’ head and knocks the Englishmen through the ropes and out of the ring to the arena floor. TJ follows out of the ring, grabs Julius and throws him against the crowd barrier with real velocity. TJ picks Julius up again and repeats the move a second time.

Nailz: I think the whole of the Asylum roster will be standing on watch right now. TJ is laying down a marker here, and against one of Asylum’s most established wrestlers.

Beckett: Whatever happened to Manservant, Nailz? It’s times like this Julius could really use a cup of tea, if you know what I mean.

With Julius slumped on the floor TJ turns back to the ring and grabs the folded steel chair used earlier in the match. When he turns back Julius has got to his feet, but is leaning on the crowd barrier. TJ swings the chair from 12 to 6 o’clock, aiming for the top of Julius’ head, but the Tap Out Champion ducks and the steel chair cracks the top of the crowd barrier. Julius runs in and kicks TJ hard on the right knee, causing the big man to double over. Julius follows this up with an English uppercut cut, then slips behind TJ, lifts him and drops him onto the thin mats outside the ring with a back suplex. Jules is up quickly and stomps down hard on TJ’s right ankle, causing ‘The Soul’ to writhe around on the floor. Jules waits a few seconds then stomps down again on the ankle, lifts the leg into the air and slams the ankle down on the floor, following this up with a knee drop right onto the joint, sending pain shooting through TJ’s leg.

Beckett: Jules is showing off his intelligence here, methodically dissecting and destroying the vertical base TJ’s power offense requires.

Nailz: There is no doubt, the Tap Out Champion has taken control of this match.

Jules locks in an ankle lock on the injured ankle and TJ starts writhing in pain. Jules drags TJ across to the ring steps and slams the ankle down on the metal, then placing it on the first step, climbing up to the second down, delivering a two-footed stomp onto the injured ankle; TJ rolls away clutching the ankle.

Beckett: I think I just heard the sound of TJ’s ankle breaking in half there.

Nailz: You say that with too much pleasure. Farquhar certainly has him in a bind here; I’m not sure TJ is going to walk out of her with his career intact, nevermind the ankle, if this assault continues.

Jules lifts TJ and rolls him into the ring, covering him quickly...

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Beckett: Listen to this crowd! They’re right behind TJ here.

Nailz: Poor Julius, he looks heartbroken.

Julius gets to his feet and locks TJ straight into an anklelock, calling for his opponent to tap out, but there is a look of defiance written all over TJ’s face. Julius grapevines the lock and twists and torques the lock as much as he can. Sweat is pouring down TJ’s face as he tries to fight the pain, refusing to tap out, but locked in a hold of excruciating pain out of reach of the ropes.

Nailz: This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.

Beckett: But one of them is Quintessentially English, that makes all the difference.

TJ slumps to the mat as the resistance slips out of his body. The ref lifts one of his arms and lets it flop back to the mat.

Ref: ONE!

The ref lifts the arm again, holds it for a second, then lets it go and it flops back to the mat.

Ref: TWO!

Nailz: I think TJ is out cold.

The ref lifts the arm for a third and final time, lets it go and it begins to fall.

Ref: THRE-!

TJ’s arm stops and tenses just a few inches off the mat, and he powers up his arms, turns over and starts punching Julius in the head, breaking the anklelock after the third punch. TJ lifts himself up, but is only able to hobble on one foot. Julius gets to his feet and charges at TJ, but TJ sidesteps and Julius’ momentum takes right through the ropes to the outside. TJ follows Julius out of the ring, the Englishman tries to grab the still injured leg of TJ, but two bionic elbows to the back of the head loosen Julius’ grip. TJ picks Julius up and slams his head onto a roulette table that is standing innocently at ringside.

Beckett: I think TJ may be looking for a little flutter here.

Nailz: I think Julius may be the stake.

TJ grabs Julius and places his head betweens TJ’s legs for a powerbomb set-up. TJ grabs the roulette ball and calls out to the crowd ‘odds and the Englishman plays’. TJ, betraying his injured ankle, lifts Julius onto his shoulders and quickly powerbombs him through the roulette table. TJ flops down holding his ankle, but the crowd start up a ‘Holy Shit’ chant in support of ‘The Soul’.

Beckett: I guess all bets are off here.

Nailz: I’m not sure about betting, but after that only a madman would back Julius from here. TJ may have broken him in half with the velocity of that move.

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TJ lifts Julius, rolls him into the ring, hobbles in and makes a cover...

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TJ rolls off with a look of disbelief on his face.

Beckett: What a guy! Julius Farquhar strikes one for the tea! That’s what drinking tea every day does for you.

TJ tries to lift Julius but gets hit with a low blow and rolled into a small package...

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Nailz: Julius almost stole one there.

Both men get to their feet, but TJ is still hobbling. Julius runs in and kicks TJ on the ankle, forcing him down to his knees. Julius bounces off the ropes and looks for Pay Homage (shining wizard), but TJ counters by rolling Julius through into a roll-up...

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Winner: “The Soul of Philly” TJ[/center]

Nailz: He got it! TJ gets the three count!

Beckett: No! I saw the kick out.

Julius did kick out, but a fraction too late to the referee’s mind. Julius is on his feet quickly and arguing with the ref about the decision, but when it is obvious the referee is not for turning he grabs his hair with both hands and lets out a bellow of frustration. Julius turns around and sees TJ struggling to get to his feet, Julius charges and tries to blindside TJ, but the now #1 contender for the Tap Out Championship belt reads it, grabs Julius around the throat with both hands, lifts him and slams him with a vicious spinebuster.

Nailz: Julius Farquhar just got himself Soulbusted! That happens at Shockwave and we’ll have a new Tap Out Champion.

Beckett: Recount! Replay! Rematch! Anything! This isn’t justice!

[biggs]

The scene opens to the inside of Anthony Bailey's locker room. Bailey, clad in his wrestling attire, is alone and he is preparing for the main event. While doing some neck rolls, he suddenly hears a knock on the door. Bailey stops what he is doing and walks over to open the door.

Michael Callahan: Hey "golden boy," how are you doing this fine evening?

Callahan invites himself inside of Bailey's locker room. The mere presence of Callahan, along with his sarcasm, seems to get under Bailey's skin.

Anthony Bailey: What do you want?! I don't have time to deal with any of your foolishness right now.

Callahan flashes a smile that would make all of the American forefathers proud.

Michael Callahan: Don't you take that tone with me Bailey. I'm here for a very important matter thank you very much. It's about Sally...

Bailey looks puzzled.

Anthony Bailey: Sally? What about her?

Michael Callahan: Settle your qualms with her tonight. Don't wake for Shockwave, it'll be too late by then.

Anthony Bailey: I don't have any qualms with Sally, we're perfectly fine with each other. We're an unstoppable team and you'll witness that tonight firsthand. But you and I?? WE have qualms...

Callahan starts to slowly back away as Bailey inches closer to him.

Michael Callahan: You wait a minute Mr. Anthony Reese Bailey! What if your uncle Terrance's freedom depended on tonight? What if he came home all because you decided to smack little miss Sally upside her noggin?

Anthony looks shocked.

Anthony Bailey: My uncle?! How in the world do you know about that?

Callahan smirks.

Michael Callahan: Let's just say that I have some friends in high places over at the Parole Board. One call and he's free like Willy.

Anthony rolls his eyes at Callahan's lame analogy. Anthony's uncle Terrance, on his father's side, went to prison before he signed to APW. Growing up, Anthony had a great relationship with Terrance.

Anthony Bailey: My uncle did what he did and the judicial system of this fine nation served him justice. I love him dearly but it's only right that he should be there.

Michael Callahan: I didn't expect a man of "moral" values like yourself to leave one of your own out in the cold like that. But I know you and I know that you don't like to make rash decisions, so I'll give you some time to think it over. If you teach that overrated partner of yours a lesson tonight and get one up on her for Shockwave for your own sake, then uncle Eddie Bailey is a free man...see you later Tony...

Callahan exits the locker room smiling as Bailey looks stunned.

We are taken backstage where we see “The Soul of Philly” TJ in his street clothes, sitting on an examining table after his match. His back is against the wall as his foot hangs over the table’s end, which works for the trainer as he looks over the ankle that hangs over.

“The Soul of Philly” TJ: So doc? How’s it look?

Doctor: Not too bad, how does it feel?

“The Soul of Philly” TJ: Feels like any other time someone spends all the time in a match trying to break it.

Doctor: Well how does this feel?

The doctor presses on a pressure point on the ankle. TJ grins in pain.

“The Soul of Philly” TJ: Ow! Damn doc.

Doctor: Seems like just a sprain. I’d say it shouldn’t be too bad, but rest it for a week, ice it at least every 3 hours for 20 minutes or so.

“The Soul of Philly” TJ: Thanks doc. Alright, well I see in you two weeks.

Just as TJ pushes himself to the end of the table, we hear the door of the trainer’s room slam open as Julius Farquhar storms in with his signature cricket bat. Using the flat side of the bat as a cover for his arm, he slams the bat against TJ’s face, knocking him back on the table. The doctor tries to stop Julius further but Julius throws him back against the wall. The doctor scrambles outta of the room as Julius throws anything near him away from him, clearing space for him and TJ.

Julius Farquhar: I’m going to make sure you can’t make it to Shockwave!

Julius forcibly pulls TJ off the table, the sound of his large body landing hard on the tiled floor making a sick thudding sound. Julius brings his cricket bat above his head and comes down hard over the lower back of TJ. He repeats this over and over and over as it begins to leave a red mark across the swell of the back. TJ scream in pain and the Tap Out champion picks up his wounded ankle and puts it on top of the table while the rest of TJ lays on the floor. Julius winds up and hits the ankle so hard that TJ likes out the loudest painful scream he has made since his debut in APW. TJ brings his ankle back down and goes to hold it, but Julius steps on it as he swings the bat into TJ’s ribs.

Julius Farquhar: I’m not done with you yet.

Julius steps off TJ’s ankle only to grab it and steps over and applies the Windsor Knot, using the bat to pull on TJ’s face.

Julius Farquhar: TAP! TAP! TAP!

Pulling as hard as he can, Julius continues to scream just as TJ is screaming. Just then security rushes the room and they pull Julius off of TJ, leaving the bat next to him as the doctor attends to TJ, he calls for someone to get an ambulance. We cut to Julius being taken out of the room with a sick smiles on his face. We then cut to Russ T Nailz and Steve Beckett.

Nailz: Oh my god. We’ve just seen Julius Farquhar, the APW Tap Out Champion, just go off on his challenger for Shockwave, “The Soul of Philly” TJ.

Beckett: Good for him! This is the first time that I can recall in APW that TJ’s been this beaten down, and Julius knows it.

Nailz: One has to wonder now if TJ’s going be able to compete in a month as Shockwave. We’ll be right back.

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Tremendously splintering double-kick pedals resonate through the arenas PA sound-system. It is abruptly followed in suit by a solo, comprehensible death metal 'growl'.

"FUCKING BOW DOWN!"

Upon such utterances, the rest of the instrumentation of "Bow Down", by Born of Osiris feverishly pours out from the arenas PA system, a minor cascading of booing is admitted from the audience in attendance. The lights dim to a slight degree, and hasty arrays of yellow, green and red flash. As the rest of the instrumentation kicks into full effect, Cameron Wolves struts onto the stage. His face mixed between that of megalomania, and a look of lividness. As he proceeds down the ramp, he 'sykes' out a couple of younger fans, extending his arm for high-fives, then instantly retracting his arm back when signs of a returned high-five seem imminent. Dashing around the ring, halfway, Wolves grasp upon he middle rope, pulling himself upon the apron, and with great haste, ascending the top turnbuckle. Upon arriving atop of the ring, Wolves fully extends both of his arms, pushing his chest slightly forward, o be met with cascading boo's, in which he indulges himself.

Beckett: And here comes our first competitor in our main event, the bizarre and schizo grandiose that is Mr. Cameron Wolves. He's already made a mess of his relations at Asylum because he's made it abundantly clear that he thinks he's better than everybody else.

Nailz: Thinks he's better? His family name is Wolves. His parents are Mr. and Mrs. Wolves. That instantly makes him cooler than anyone else in this match and anyone we know by far, for that matter. Except for me. Nailz is way awesome.

The arena pipes down as the distinctive sitar melody of “Paint It, Black” by The Rolling Stones hits the speakers as Michael Callahan's beaming face appears on the megatron.

Drums come to life followed by the galloping rythym of the guitar and the crowd come alive for none other than the APW Pro Life Champion Michael Callahan himself. The smug Republican holds his championship belt high in the air as he struts out before a packed audience. Cameras flash all across the arena as everyone tries to get a decent shot of the champion brandishing his Pro Life prize for all to see, his arrogant smirk almost the size of the arena.

Stenfielder: Ladies and gentlemen... The following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a twenty minute time limit...Already in the ring, from Windsor, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 217 pounds, Cameron Wolves! And his partner... From Kelso, Washington... weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds... He is the American Hero and your duly elected wrestling representative, MICHAEEEEEEELLLL CALLAHAAAAAAAN!

Sauntering towards the ring with Mick Jagger's dulcet tones backing up his every step, Callahan is the absolute picture of quiet confidence as he mingles with his people. Smirking and laughing and telling jokes to crowd members, it's no secret that this audience are absolutely disgusted by him. He even goes as far as to try and kiss someone's baby but its mother promptly pulls her child away from him.

He finally makes his way up the steel steps holding his title high again before climbing in through the ring ropes. He then anxiously watches the ring ramp like a hawk in anticipation of his opponent tonight as the crowd jeer and boo him vigorously.

Nailz: This man makes a good case as to why he should be champion. Longest current reigning champion in all of APW, longest reigning Suicidal slash Pro Life champion of all time and he's got great hair. You can't go wrong backing Callahan.

Beckett: You really can't. He's a great technical wrestler but his arrogance is startling.

Nailz: He's a politician. He's self-involved to the point of psychosis.

The crowd is buzzing with anticipation for the coming match. On cue, the lights take on a blue tinge and 'TroubleMaker' hits the speakers. This sets the crowd off: everyone knows who this is leading up to. As the song bursts to life, out races Sally Talfourd, racing to the front of the stage. Raising her hands to the crowd, she kicks her leg and heads towards the ring, slapping hands with the crowd that hangs over the rails for her.

Adam: Making her way to the ring this evening, weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and forty pounds, standing in at five feet and ten inches of perfection, this is Sally Talfourd!

Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, waving to the crowd as she is announced. When that's done, she dashes up the steps, hoists herself over the top ring and bounces to the centre of the ring. Poses for the crowd as the lights return to normal and the music fades out. The crowd still cheers for the adorable Sally as she starts to stretch for the match.

Beckett: And there's our gal, our number one contender Sally Talfourd. She's teaming now with our champion Bailey but in just over four weeks it's gonna' be a different story when they go face to face for that World Heavyweight Championship.

Nailz: Awesome! I love seeing Sally wrestle. A lot.

The crowd explodes into cheers as "Hometown Hero" by Big K.R.I.T. begins to blare and fog starts to roll down the entrance way. The arena lights turn blue and the fog creates a haze effect. Anthony "The Promise" Bailey, with the World Title around his waist, steps out from behind the curtain slowly. He stops for a moment, flashes his signature smile, and looks around the arena.

Stenfelder: And her partner, from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 230 pounds, he is the APW World Heavyweight Champion, Anthony Bailey!

Bailey's eyes widen as he strides to the ring greeting multiple fans. He climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and into the ring. Anthony removes his title, holds it up in the air garnering more cheers, and hands it over to the referee.

Nailz: HERE COMES THE CHAMP! HERE COMES THE CHAMP! That's what it's all about ladies and gentlemen. That's what all four of these men want. It's a little bit of respect and that championship gold. Everyone bow down to the great Anthony Bailey for he is awesome, the best of all time and the best in this business!

Beckett: You've got a point there Nailz. He is awesome and he is a great champion but he's got a long way to go before he proves he's the best of all time.

Tag Team Main Event
Anthony "The Promise" Bailey & Sally Talfourd
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“The American Hero” Michael Callahan & Cameron Wolves

As Michael Callahan and Cameron Wolves argue over who should have to start the match first, the bell rings and Callahan quickly climbs out onto the apron forcing Wolves to start the proceedings. Smirking at his quick wit while a frazzled Wolves who's already at odds with his tag partner throws up paws ready to scrap it out with the World Heavyweight Champion. Bailey and Wolves go straight into a collar and elbow tie-up but the swift Bailey ducks underneath and into a rear waist-lock. Wolves attempts to counter this with a swinging elbow to catch Bailey's head but the young champion ducks and uses it to tackle-run Wolves right back into his corner. Bailey then tags in Talfourd and the two start the double gut kicks.

Beckett: Nice team work here by the champ and challenger but will they be able to hold it together in the face of an upcoming championship match?

Nailz: Of course they will Steve, what a stupid question. Come on. Grow up. These two are loyal friends. Sally is like a mentor to that young man and he looks up to her. Not even greed will ruin their friendship.

Action starts to heat up now as Sally Talfourd is the legal lady. Leaping onto Wolves as he stands dazed in the turnbuckle after a barrage of swift kicks to the stomach, she throws herself back and sends Wolves flying over head with a big time monkey flip that crashes him out right in the middle of the floor. Callahan on the apron can't help but point and laugh having clearly given up any hope on his tag team partner already as Sally Talfourd bounces off the ropes and crashes onto Wolves with a seat drop double leg drop that damn near crushes her ribs with that ghetto booty. Wolves coughs and splutters as Sally rolls over and hooks both legs looking to get an early pin-fall victory.

Beckett: Sally with that beautiful double leg drop. Looks like something you'd see at the trampolining event in the olympics!

Nailz: Yeah, the London Olympics is an absolute hot-bed of girls from Washington with fat asses crushing a guys chest. Show some respect to our European brethren Steve, they're putting on a spectacle right now. Show some respect to Wolves too because I'm sure he's suffering from dyspnea right about now.

Beckett: Is that some kind of STD joke? I thought you were above that.

Nailz: No, it's the medical term for laboured breathing. Read a book. Cover!

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Nailz: SHE GOT IT! Oh no wait Wolves kicked out. Damn.

Sally hauls Wolves puffing carcass off the floor only to catch a sharp fore-arm strike right to her tummy. Wolves then lifts off like a rocket Street Fighter Turbo style with a Saiyouken style uppercut that launches Sally about two feet vertical and three feet back to the expectations of absolutely nobody. Sally crashes to the ground hard and stares in disbelief at the power fist that Wolves is still holding in the air, probably more dazed by the randomness of the move than the actual punch itself. Rattled but not shaken, she goes on the elusive as she crawls back towards her corner for defence as Wolves advances menacingly on her as is characteristic of his namesake. Getting in range and with Sally trapped inside the corner, she surprises her assailant by launching using the ropes to spring herself at him with a shattering low dropkick to his kneecap which on reflex sent him flying head-first into the ring post.

Nailz: Ouch! It's been a while since I've seen someone crack their head like that on this show.

Beckett: And wow, you can actually hear Callahan's hearty laughter all the way over here even without the microphones. This is really quite amusing to him. The Big Bad Wolf spent too long savouring over his dinner and that little piggie managed to get away.

Nailz: Fairy tales, really? This show really has gone downhill at least on it's image. Not for the combat though. Wolves could have a concussion, amnesia, brain hemmorhage, a skull fracture, maybe even a cognitive impairment after that severe blow to the head.

Beckett: You're doing it again.

Sally wastes no time and drags Wolves who's head is now split open and is now speckling the black ring post with a little coastal mist of crimson out of the corner and into a quick roll-up.

Beckett: Cover attempt!

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Nailz: Did she get it?! No, he didn't get it! Wolves just kicked out. What a guy. At least the latency of his responses hasn't been impaired by that laceration on his cranium.

Sally cocks her head towards Bailey who mouths at her to go for another cover. She tries to but the blinded Wolves, eyes blurred the steady flow of blood oozing out of his head is thrashing wildly and generally being a nuisance. He launches a headbutt at the most beautiful woman on Asylum and sends her crashing to the floor before trying to wipe the blood out of his eyes. With some vision restored he locates Callahan and goes to tag him in with a life fluid stained hand. Callahan however has other ideas and leans waaaaay back, not wanting to even come close to the filthy hands of his partner. Wolves tries to reason with him and finally compromises by saying to tag him on the chest but when Callahan gets near enough, Wolves slaps him across the face with a blood-soaked hand before hopping out on the apron leaving a big red mark on the American Hero's horrified face.

Beckett: Oh my! Wolves just slapped Callahan with that bloody hand!

Nailz: HA! That's awesome. I saw something like that in Japan once.

Too focused on actually trying to win the match to turn his back on his partner, Callahan sees Sally making her way up off the floor having recovered from Callahan's headbutt and decides it's her chance for revenge after her big loss at Mayhem but Callahan is having none of it.

Callahan: No no dear, tag in your boyfriend. I've already beaten your ass.

Sally turns to look at Bailey who wants to tear ribbons out of Callahan himself for all of his posturing and interfering that he'd been up to but Sally is having none if it. Raising up the fists boxer style, she refuses to tag in Bailey and decides that she wants to give Callahan some knuckles himself. Callahan looks to turn and go back to his corner but then suddenly lunges forward with a fore-arm aimed at Sally's face. Sally sees this coming and goes straight for the inside cradle, pressing Callahan's shoulders to the mat.

Beckett: Sally's got Callahan's shoulders to the mat! Will she steal it again from Callahan?!

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Nailz: Did she get it? I think she got it! No, no, she didn't get it.

Callahan powers out of the pin and stares daggers into the smirking Sally who can't contain her amusement at the huffing red-faced Republican. The American Hero flies into a collar and elbow tie-up with Sally, grabbing a hold of her and then transitioning straight into an American Suplex but Sally stops herself from going over by wrapping her legs around Callahan's right leg. She then swings an elbow out and turns into a Russian Leg Sweep planting Callahan on the mat with all the might she can muster. She then sees Callahan getting up and takes the opportunity to nail him to the floor with a Springboard Bulldog, the crowd going nuts at her exhibition of athletic ability. Sally looks to try and set up another pin but she sees how badly Bailey wants to get in there and tags him in.

Beckett: And here comes The WOOOORLD... HEAVYWEIGHT... CHAMPION!

Nailz: Yay! Kick his ass Bailey! Make him regret coming to the ring! I'm surprised that pencil pushing scumbag doesn't have rheumatoid athritis! Make sure to give him a ruptured spleen!

Bailey goes right on the attack and leaps on the prone Callahan with a big running elbow drop to the shoulders. He then starts stomping away to Callahan who tries desperately to shield himself but simply can't get away from the rampant assault. Months of onslaught, verbal and physical abuse have finally brought out the worst in Anthony Bailey as he gives him the kicking of a life-time and these people absolutely love it. The referee finally has to intervene as a livid Bailey is just stomping the Hell out of Callahan and there's not much movement going on so he tries with some difficulty to push the champion back. He then climbs onto Callahan's back and in true American Hero fashion cinches in a submission of deadly proportions, a classic single-arm Camel Clutch.

Nailz: This harkens back to the days of Aza Khalida and Ali Ahmed Mehrmohammands, two great Middle Eastern wrestling legends that are sadly no longer with us. Bailey's textbook yet cocky one arm clutch could see an end to this match and who knows? He might even bring on an acute onset of artery disease in that arm.

Beckett: Have you been reading The Lancet again?

Callahan squirms and squawks, stuckin that old school submission and right in the centre of the ring too biting the nails of his free hand as he resists the urge to tap out. It doesn't help either that Bailey is exactly the same height and one pound heavier than the victim of his submission which makes all the difference in a high stake move like this. Callahan tries to muster all the power he can into his calves and with the one hand manages to push himself up to a vertical level with Bailey on his back. Bailey's eyes light up in fear as the crowd boo Callahan's ability to escape the hold. Callahan then charges for the nearest corner and twists 180 to slam Bailey's spine into the turnbuckles. Callahan then takes steps out allowing Bailey to stagger out behind him which means Callahan can slip back and go for another rear waist lock behind Bailey. He then pushes Bailey out to the centre of the ring then slams on the brakes so he can hit a German Suplex, Bailey's neck cracking into the canvas with a thud.

Beckett: American Hero or not, he's an incredible technician. He went from being on the verge of tapping out to taking over the missile controls on what has been a great match so far! That German Suplex was incredible.

Nailz: Bailey has got to protect his head. If he takes too many suplexes from Callahan, he could end up with some long term damage like brain damage and maybe even Parkinsons.

Callahan now controlling the pace of the match starts kicking around the downed Bailey with some boots to the head much to the annoyance of our audience who can't stand to see their hero get beaten down. He practically rubs the base of his boot in the face of Bailey who's still stunned from the German suplex and is indeed very smug about the whole experience. After enough posturing, Callahan grabs Bailey and decides to show off his might by scooping him up for a power slam. Running around in circle in the style of the Junkyard Dog, Bailey tries to push back off Callahan's shoulders and manages to escape the slam but ends up putting the boots right into the mouth of the carelessly placed referee who falls into the corner like a sack of potatoes out cold.

Nailz: Dammit! That Anthony Bailey is an awful human being! How dare he risk giving the referee a brain aneurysm by kicking him in the face? Has he no shame?

Beckett: With no referee, Callahan's well and truly at his element here.

Bailey looks shocked when the referee is down but wastes no time, making sure to put down the turning Callahan with a rocket-propelled clothesline that sends both men crashing to the floor with its force. The crowd start to roar now, both men down in the middle of the ring and it looks like there's a chance that this one can end awesomely for the champion and his challenger partner who desperately wants to be tagged in in the ring. Meanwhile on the outside of the ring, Wolves who's now coated in his own blood comes up with his own contingency plan and hops down from apron and starts making his way towards the announce table. Callahan and Bailey slowly start pushing up to their feet at the same time, a staredown commencing as they finally make it to the vertical once more.

Nailz: What're you doing Cameron?! Put that chair down. Put the god damn chair down. Don't ruin this! You're just suffering from mild delusions because of your head trauma! Put the weapon down and step away from the vehicle!

Beckett: Like it or not Russ, Cameron's taking matters into his own hands. At least, I assume that's his pet-name for the steel chair and now he's heading for that ring.

Callahan and Bailey still fixed on one another turn at the sound of the steel chair snapping shut and immediately they see the game that's being played. Callahan's disagreeing with weapons can be put aside for one moment because it's not him that's doing it and it's him that's going to profit from it, his smirk stretches across the entire ring as Wolves makes his way to the apron with chair in hand. Bailey on the other hand has an immediate loss of spirit. He looks back to Sally who's ready to jump in when she has to but is waiting to see what Cameron does. The Wolf leaps onto the apron and grins sadistically at Bailey, knowing what power he wields but then suddenly the crowd start cheering for no properly explained reason. Wolves is confused but it soon becomes very clear as he's yanked off the ring apron by a flashing dash of bright blonde hair.

Beckett: Oh my! It's Benny Horrowitz, the only man Cameron Wolves couldn't defeat on on Meltdown! There's a 2 match, unsettled draw between these gentlemen!

Nailz: What is he doing here?! That's a Meltdown superstar! How poor is the security in this building that they'll let Scruffy McGee, the hip-hop thug from somebody else's show just hop the crowd barrier and ruin a perfectly good match?!

Not just satisfied by pulling him off the apron, he unleashes a furious flurry of strikes sending the already war-torn Wolves staggering into the crowd barrier before sending them both over the top of it with a big time leaping clothesline. Nobody could believe their eyes watching it. Meanwhile the steel chair which Wolves had conveiently dropped in the ring was now anyone's game. Callahan is about to run for it when Bailey leaps with a side elbow to the head sending him way off course and then makes a big dive for the steel chair. Grabbing it with both hands he picks himself up and turns to Callahan with a satisfying glee as he rams the tip of the cair straight into his gut once and then twice again, sending him back to Bailey's own corner. With Callahan dropped to one knee and in absolute agony, Bailey's ultimate revenge for everything Callahan has done can finally be had as he takes a run-up overhead swing with the chair and--

Beckett: WAIT A MINUTE!

CRACK!

Nailz: HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Why is Nailz laughing? Because Bailey didn't hit Callahan. As a matter of fact he clean missed. Well, not really. He fucking got someone. Just not Callahan. Now you must understand that it wasn't intentional because Callahan did like a commando roll out of the way but what he's basically gone and done is overswung and smashed Sally Talfourd who was minding her own on the apron clean over the nugget and sent her flying to the concrete outside so she can crumple like an accordion. Everyone, especially Bailey is in shock.

Beckett: Was that intentional?! Did Bailey just turn on Sally?!

Nailz: Hahahaha! Of course not! What a dunce! He hit his own partner!

Bailey throws the steel chair at the floor in sheer disgust but no sooner has he done it he finds himself in very choppy waters. The muscular arms of Callahan wrap themselves around Bailey's neck and the world knows that it's Victory Lock time, the deadliest submission in Asylum history and it's locked right onto the hero himself Mr. Anthony Bailey, The World Champion. Callahan wastes absolutely no time and drags him right back into a centre of the ring body scissors making sure that The Golden Boy can't even dream of a rope break and soon all of the oxygen starts draining out of his lungs, faster and faster and the hopeless of it all sinks in. One of the most dangerous moves in wrestling history and Bailey doesn't have a ghost of a chance.

Beckett: Victory Lock! Victory Lock! Callahan's gonna' steal this!

Nailz: It's such a vicious hold and you know that Callahan won't let it go until he puts that man to sleep! Looks like the referee has just woke up too! Could this be anymore unfortunate for Bailey?!

Beckett: Wait! Check it out!

Apparently not because despite the fact that Anthony Bailey took his championship, Callahan took his medical marijuana license and that's far more important right now to Jason Kash who is dragging a distracted referee out of the ring and clothslining him to the floor. Kash then slides into the ring and grabs the dropped steel chair so he can put it to good use on Callahan's back. Callahan immediately has to break the hold out of the sheer pain and already he can tell he's about to get a pasting. Callahan takes another shot to the back but quickly scrambles out of the ring making a B-line for the crowd barrier with Jason Kash following suit. With only a barely conscious Anthony Baily left in the ring, it's all that's required for Cameron Wolves who is still alive despite Benny Horrowitz battering him to come back in the ring now that security has got rid of him and try and steal the pin.

Beckett: Jason Kash, just one of the three men Callahan will have to contend with in just under a month at Shockwave when his beloved Pro Life Championship goes on the line in a TLC match has come to seek revenge for having his medical marijuana license taken away!

Nailz: No he didn't! You heard it himself, Dr. Feelgood had his license revoked. Don't you pay attention? Oh awesome! Benny's gone and Cameron Wolves is back!

Draping himself over the fallen body of Bailey, he calls out for a referee to start sprinting down the entrance ramp. Wish granted. Within a few tantalizingly long moments, the ref is in there and he's counting the pinfall.

Beckett: Callahan's been chased out of the arena but his Victory Lock is lethal. Nobody gets up from it. Will Wolves be able to capitalise on that all important factor?!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEE-NO! KICKOUT!

Nailz: HE GOT IT! Oh no, he didn't get it! Damn!

Wolves is absolutely livid with the new referee believing that if it weren't for his slow-ass run to the ring, Wolves would've definitely pinned him. It falls upon deaf ears though and Bailey is able to capitalise by somehow finding the energy to pull off a beautiful Word of Promise

[/U]. It's academic now.

Beckett: The World Champion's Word of Promise! This is it! The fans are on their feet and chanting along with the ref!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEEE!

DING DING DING.

Winners: Anthony Bailey and Sally Talfourd[/center]

Nailz: HE GOT IT! HE GOT IT! WHAT A MANOEUVREEEEEEEEE! Word of Promise for the big win!

Beckett: The champion has done what he came to do and that's beat his two biggest critics. It took guts, it took heart and took a little bit of involvement from the outside but he's managed it!

Stenfielder: Here are your winners, the number 1 contender Sally Talfourd and the WOOOOORLD Heavyweight Champion... ANTHONYYYYYYY BAIIIIIILEEYYYYYY!

“Hometown Hero” hits the speakers and then as if suddenly remembering, Bailey slides out of the ring to go check on Sally who's sat up nursing a pretty sizable bump in her forehead. He tries to help Sally to her feet and although she seems a little reluctant, she goes along with it, both of them putting their arms up in the air to the delight of the fans as the match and the show come to a close.

Beckett: What class! These two are going to make fireworks at the main event of Shockwave! I can promise you that!

Nailz: Thanks again for tuning in folks! We'll see you in two weeks for more exciting APW Asylum action! Good night!

The show fades to black with the fans still cheering wildly for Anthony Bailey and Sally Talfourd.