APW Asylum 9/23-Quezon City, Philippines

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APW Asylum comes on the air with General Manager Reginald Schmidt's music playing, as the camera pans the crowd, showing the fans holding their signs high in the air. The fans are pumped for APW action, as is evident by their loud cheers and creative signs.

Nailz: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to APW Asylum! We are live tonight from Quezon City, Philippines, for a rousing night of action! It looks like we're starting the night out with our General Manager, Reginald Schmidt, to address the crowd on hand!

Beckett: We may be starting with the incompetent bum, but we have a huge night in store for the fans here tonight! We're opening the show with a huge six-person tag match, where all the participants of the Extreme Elimination Chamber will be facing off just one month out from their huge match!

Nailz: Also, after a backstage incident at a house show last week, Reginald Schmidt has booked European Invasion member “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab to take on Jason Kash here tonight!

Beckett: “The Soul of Philly” TJ and Yarmouth will take on each other in a battle between two behemoths, and the brash Johnny Knuckles takes on the refined styling of the APW Tap Out Champion Julius Farquhar in a non-title match!

Nailz: And in our Main Event, Jair Hopkins and “The OG Pranksta” Johnny Sykes face off in an Extreme Rules match where the winner becomes the #1 Contender for Jason Kash's Suicidal Championship at One Night in Hell!

Beckett: Let's send it to the idiot and his bimbo in the ring, Reginald Schmidt and Bambi!

In the ring, Reginald and Bambi are hamming it up for the fans, who are seemingly cheering for everything they do! Reginald waves, which elicits a huge response. Bambi then blows kisses out into the crowd, gaining an even bigger pop. Reginald, seeing this, attempts to plant a big kiss on the cheek of Bambi, but she see's Reginald's advances, and sidesteps it, sending Reginald stumbling a bit and draws laughter from the crowd. Reginald's face is beet red as Bambi stands there shaking her head. After a brief awkward moment, Reginald brings the mic up to his lips.

Reginald: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen to Action Packed Wrestling Asylum!

This gets a cheap pop from the crowd.

Reginald: Live for the very first time here in Quezon City, Philippines!

This gets an even cheaper pop!

Reginald: So with One Night in Hell a month away, Bambi and myself have been discussing possible matches for the APW Mega Stars who will not be competing in title matches at the pay per view, and considering that One Night in Hell is the one night of the year where APW goes absolutely bananas with hardcore wrestling action, Bambi here came up with a genius idea for a match to make sure that every member of the APW roster, whether they be on Asylum, Overdrive, or Meltdown, will have the opportunity to compete at the pay per view! So I'll give the mic to her to share it!

Nailz: This should be interesting to see what Bambi came up with!

Beckett: Knowing her, it's probably something like a Purse on a Pole Match, where the purse has like five bucks in it!

There's a lot of whistling and cat calls as Bambi attempts to speak, and she's unable to start due to a massive “SEXY LADY! SEXY LADY!” chant. She's obviously flattered by the chant, and once it begins to die down, she begins to speak.

Bambi: One Night in Hell is the one night a year where APW goes Extreme! And considering that it takes place in Tokyo, Japan, I figured why don't we have ourselves a staple of the Japanese Hardcore Wrestling scene, a Japanese Death Match!

The crowd cheers before they even know what the specifics of the match are. Reginald is grinning from ear to ear as Bambi continues.

Bambi: The ring will be set up with Barbed Wire wrapped around the ropes, garbage cans filled with weapons will be placed in each corner, and the ring will be surrounded with C4 explosives! Any Mega Star on any roster here in APW may enter in an over-the-top-rope Battle Royale Japanese Death Match, where the winner will receive a shot at either the APW Suicidal or Xtreme Title, depending on whether they wrestle for Overdrive or Asylum, or in the event of a Meltdown Mega Star winning, they will be immediately drafted to the brand of their choice to challenge for that brands hardcore title!

The fans pop at the announcement, and the pops grow even louder as “Under and Over It” by Five Finger Deathpunch hits the speakers! Johnny Knuckles and Mini-Knux come out to a huge pop, and they head down the ramp, storming down to the ring! As they enter the ring, Mini-Knux fetches a mic for Johnny, and hands it to him.

Knuckles: Reggie, Bambi, how YOU doin?

Bambi: Johnny Knuckles, you're just the man I wanted to see! You see, after you signed the waiver releasing Asylum from any and all liability for the injuries you suffered at the hands of Phil Atken in the TV Match at Shockwave, I'll be honest, seeing you all beat up and broken down was kind of the inspiration for this match! Because it will be brutal! There will be blood! And whoever wins this thing will have earned it! That's why, Johnny Knuckles, Reginald and I have named you as the first entrant in the Japanese Death Match Battle Royale!

The fans cheer loudly.

Knuckles: So let me get this straight, two weeks ago, the two of yous put me in a match despite the fact that I'm damaged goods. Then you have me sign a waiver to say that yes, I can compete, and now, you put me in the most violent, insane match possible for a chance to face Jason Kash for the Suicidal Championship? I'm in!

The fans cheer as “Over and Under It” hits the speakers again, and Knuckles leaves the ring, smiling a huge smile across his face. He glad hands with the fans for a bit before heading up the ramp to the back.

Nailz: What a huge announcement from Bambi here tonight! We will witness a tri-branded Japanese Death Match Battle Royale, with a shot at either the APW Suicidal or Xtreme Championship on the line! That match is going to be huge!

Beckett: We're lucky we're going to be in Japan for that match, because there's no athletic commission in the United States that would allow a match like that!

We cut backstage to the rabblous crowd conjured by Michael Callahan, the politician with his duped supporters proudly sporting badges. It seems that Callahan's attempt last week to make friends had gone better than planned and as a result he'd garnered himself a heaping helping of followers to call his own. This was what being a politician was all about Callahan couldn't help but think, having a legion of blind followers cheer and support your every word. Knocking on a nameless locker room, the World's Heavyweight Champion Anthony Bailey is pleasantly surprised to see the thirty strong crowd of people stood outside his room lead by the smiling face of Michael Callahan.

Michael Callahan: Anthony my boy, such a pleasure it is to see you once again. Please, take a seat.

Anthony Bailey: This is my locker room, I won't be told what to do. And who are all these people?

Michael Callahan: Oh these old guys? They're my constituents. I represent the rights of the workers at APW. Admittedly they're treading a little on my coat tails to get some TV time but that's not important. Can we have words in private?

Anthony Bailey: Why should I even talk to you?

Michael Callahan: Because I'd like to talk to you about tonight's little kiss and hug session and there's some things I think that you, our humble world champion need to be reminded of this evening in advance of this monumental, Berlin Wall reminiscent world changing event.

Bailey looks around Callahan's enormous head at the assembled throng and rolls his eyes in disgust.

Anthony Bailey: Get rid of your laughing boys and you can talk on my doorstep. I don't want you inside my locker room.

Michael Callahan: Very well.

He turns on his heels and claps his hands twice to silence them all into listening.

Michael Callahan: My constituents? The first person to bring me back a cherry frappe and a Danish from the closest Starbucks to the city limits will be man of the hour.

Like Moses when he split the red sea, the crowd immediately disperses in a hurried race to please their new master leaving Bailey slightly bemused at their obedient following.

Anthony Bailey: Yeesh, those guys are really high on you aren't they?

Michael Callahan: As they should be. I am their voice to be heard in this ever-changing world that we live in. Someone must stand up for the rights and allow them to get across their message.

Anthony Bailey: I never thought you'd be one to stand up for the little man.

Michael Callahan: Well between you and I Bailey, being a completely uncompromising force for justice doesn't win you votes. A little change-up in tactics, befriending the people and taking the time to learn the needs and wants of the biggest and yet most ignored demographic is crucial.

Anthony Bailey: So much for that college education huh? Now what do you want?

Michael Callahan: I just wanted to illustrate to you that there's a very convincing case to be made as to why when you go out there tonight you shouldn't kiss and make up with Sally Talfourd.

Anthony Bailey: You forget two things. One, I don't give a damn what you say and Two, you've never given me a good reason for me to trust you. I could throw you further than I trusted you.

Michael Callahan: Don't be so rash Mr. Bailey. First of all, you certainly seemed to give a damn when I made clear my ambition to take your title. Matter of fact I recall you trembling at the thought of me liberating that world title of your oppressive, grubby little claws. Second of all, I have too given you a reason to trust me. You remember our little deal.

Anthony Bailey: What deal?

Bailey has an idea what Callahan is getting at but he refuses to acknowledge it in the same way Callahan would like to.

Michael Callahan: The exchange. You show Sally a lesson or two in humility and I see to it that your uncle got his release. You did your part and I did mine.

Anthony Bailey: You know that was an accident right?

Michael Callahan: Oh come on. Just because Sally Talfourd tries to conceal her indiscretions doesn't mean you should. You're a man of pride and transparency like myself. You're like me in many ways, a fact that you repeatedly deny much to my upset but at the end of it all it comes down to one simple fact. I held up my end of the bargain because you held up yours. Honesty, transparency and straight forward planning has always been the Callahan style. I'm not your smug, crass, lying politician who manipulates and twists matters to his own will. I'm a man of action who makes somewhat extreme but often the right decision for the situations at hand.

Anthony Bailey: That's debatable. Still, what reason do I have to distrust Sally?

Michael Callahan: Well I guess the main reason you have to distrust Sally is her track record when it comes to friendships. Remember how her little fling with Level One went in their crusade against The Sindicate? Remember how at the first possible opportunity she sold Level One down the river to get her own way and get out of her Sindicate contract? Pepperidge Farm-, I mean, Michael Callahan remembers and so should you. If the opportunity to take what she wants, say, your title comes along then she'll stab you in the back a million times over because she's a power hungry harpy.

Now he's listening. Bailey starts stroking his chin as Callahan once again recites his hatred for The Last Magician.

Anthony Bailey: … Go on.

Michael Callahan: Listening are we? I'm glad. As we can all see from her constant little videos and her press conferences we can see that Sally Talfourd is building herself an incredible facade. She builds herself up as the leader of the people, a hero for everyone and she feeds off that energy of being the crowd-pleaser that people love. She isn't however content to share the spotlight with anyone else and constantly defames people and puts them down. She acts all lovey dovey nice and kind to your face then as soon as your back is turned, you're a blight upon wrestling. Whether you trust me or you don't there's only one conclusion we can both agree on and that is that Sally Talfourd is a snake that can't be trusted.

Anthony Bailey: Right.

Michael Callahan: So are we agreed?

Anthony Bailey: You're full of crap Callahan.

And with that the door is slammed in Callahan's face, leaving the American Hero frustrated once again by Bailey's inability to listen to him. Well, it's his loss eh?

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We cut backstage where APW Interviewer, Jack Spade is standing with a mic in front of a One Night in Hell poster.

Jack Spade: Ladies and Gentlemen, joining me at this time is one half of the Tag Team, The European Invasion, Stefan Raab.

Stefan Raab walks into camera view with loud boos all over the arena.

Jack Spade: Stefan, 10 days ago on Overdrive, you and Yarmouth had your Tag Team title shot against Noble-Hart which you guys came out short. Where does the European Invasion go from here?

Stefan Raab: Noble Hart just got lucky on that night defeating us when clearly we were dominating nearly the whole match. Where The European Invasion go is something of a secret right now although there is no doubt that we deserve one more chance of the tag team title shot. Me and Yarmouth will be back for you Kurt Noble and Chris Hart sooner rather than later.

Jack Spade: Lets talk about tonight. Tonight, your taking on the Tap Out Champion, Jason Kash. For the past two weeks you two have been going at it on Twitter. Kash is a Grandslam Champion, being a former Suicidal, Tag Team and World Heavyweight Champion. What do you need to do to defeat Jason Kash here tonight, and how confident are you that you can be victorious.

Stefan Raab: Does it look like I give a dam about his fluke success in the ring? It's all about hyping the match up that's why we been at each other's throats these last two weeks on twitter something that APW wrestlers lack of doing. Of course I am confident what do you think I am, stupid? No there is no fear when I face him in the ring. He's just another stupid drug addict American that stands no chance of winning the match.

When I defeat him tonight maybe I could even go for his Suicidal title he currently holds seeing we need more European champions around this place. Also I wish Yarmouth all the best against TJ tonight as well seeing he's my tag team partner and I know he can kick that idiotic monster's ass. Tonight The European Invasion will win both matches. Get ready to Fear The Killerplauze Jason.

Jack Spade: Thank you for your time Stefan and good luck tonight

Stefan then walks away from the interview area as he prepares himself for the match up tonight he has against Jason Kash.

The crowd is buzzing with anticipation for the first match 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.

Nailz: We have a huge six-person tag match to kick off tonight’s show, and just listen to this reception for the undisputed Queen of Asylum.

Beckett: It’s like she’s the home favourite or something.

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.

Nailz: Sally will be hoping to make history at ONIH and become the first person to have held the Undisputed and World Heavyweight Titles.

Beckett: If there is any Megastar out there who these fans believe can do it, it is Sally. But hold on a minute, what’s going on here.

As Sally stops to pose on the ramp Johnny Rebel and Michael Callahan charge out from the backstage area and attack Sally from behind, knocking down onto the steel ramp. The music cuts out and the home crowd begin to boo and jeer.

Nailz: What is this? Rebel and Callahan have taken a liberty here, attacking Sally Talfourd before she even gets to the ring.

Beckett: It’s opportunism like this that puts Rebel and Callahan ahead of the field in my book.

Rebel and Callahan now have control of Sally. Callahan has her arms locked behind her back, allowing Rebel the freedom to launch his fist into Sally’s midriff, doubling her over. She isn’t in this position for long though because Callahan pulls her upright again, Rebel unloads a series of rights and lefts to Sally’s body, before Callahan lifts her arms into a full nelson, rags her about for few seconds, then throws her down on the steel ramp; the pair continue the beat down by stomping all over Sally.

Nailz: This is foul play of the lowest order! But where are the rest of the competitors.

Beckett: Hold on, Nailz, I’m getting something down the headset.

Nailz: Folks, we’re gonna cut to the backstage area.

Where we find Anthony Bailey and Shane Borderland engaged in a brawl. They are exchanging big shots, but Borderland gets the advantage by lifting a knee into Bailey’s midsection and begins to club his back with stiff forearms, forcing Bailey down onto his knees. Borderland walks off camera but returns a few seconds later holding a metal bar.

Nailz: Oh my sweet potatoes! Borderland is gonna try and decapitate the World Champion.

Bailey gets to his feet, Borderland swings, but Bailey ducks just in the nick of time but we hear the sound of the bar thudding into a nearby door. Borderland turns around Bailey moves and delivers a toe kick, then lines up and connects with a big right hand to the head, Borderland drops the metal bar and staggers backwards. Bailey goes in pursuit but Borderland replies with a back elbow to the head, and seizing the initiative he grabs Bailey by the head and runs him face first through a porthole style window in a nearby door, the sickening sound of the glass shattering into a thousand pieces sending shivers down everyone’s spine.

Nailz: By Jove! Shane Borderland may have not just put Anthony Bailey out of this match, he may have put him out for good.

Borderland steps away and looks at the sight of the slumped World Champion, hanging from the porthole. Borderland looks into the camera and smiles before we cut back to the ring where Johnny Rebel and Michael Callahan are continuing their assault on Sally Talfourd.

Nailz: The action is still going on in the ring here, but I have no idea if we have an official match on here.

On cue ‘Heavyweight Champion of the World’ begins to play and the crowd cheer as Phil Atken steps out from the back, expecting him to run in and save Sally Talfourd, but Atken just stands at the top of the ramp. He then decides to gauge the crowd’s response, pointing at the ring and then himself, and when they cheer to show they want him to get down to the ring, he burst off into a sprint toward the ring.

Nailz: Here we go, Phil Atken has come to even things up out here.

Beckett: And it looks like Rebel and Callahan are waiting for him.

But as he reaches the ring Atken suddenly stops and begins to shake his head. Rebel and Callahan watch on eagle-eyed, expecting some kind of trick, but Atken walks around the ring, grabs a steel chair from the time keeper’s table, plonks his ass on it, then grabs the time keeper’s bell and rings it to signal the start of the match.

Six Person Tag Team Match
Anthony “The Promise” Bailey & “The Last Magician” Sally Talfourd & “The Unfortunate” Phil Atken vs. “The Bad Boy” Shane Borderland & “The American Hero” Michael Callahan & “Simply Put” Johnny Rebel

Nailz: What on earth is Atken doing here?

The same question seems to be on both Rebel and Callahan’s mind and they gesture for him to get in the ring, but Atken can be heard saying by the camera mic “You go on, have a little bit of fun. I’m right as rain just here”. So the match begins, Rebel and Callahan continue their double team on Sally, exchanging short tags and maintaining a constant pressure on Sally with kicks, punches, several holds and locks, and the occasional double team such as a double suplex. This exchange continues for about three minutes and at one point Callahan goes for a pin, but Rebel steps in and prevents the pin from taking place, advising Callahan that they should put an end to Sally here and now. At ringside Phil Atken looks on with a peculiar smile on his face, not once giving any indication that among his intentions are involvement in this match; his tactic seemingly to be to let the others wear themselves down. With the crowd trying to rally Sally with a constant chorus of positive chants we arrive at a turning point in the match. Rebel holds Sally up for Callahan to strike some blow, but Sally somehow ducks Callahan’s punch nails Rebel instead, freeing Sally from his hold. Callahan’s jaw drops upon this mistake, but he has to time to think about it as Sally connects with an Enziguri which knocks Callahan face first onto the mat. Rebel moves in and swings an arm, but its telegraphed, Sally ducks and hits a counter-attacking Implant Buster. This spot gets a huge pop from the crowd and Sally covers Rebel, who is the legal man, but the ref can only manage a two count before Rebel kicks out as Callahan dives in to break the fall.

Nailz: That is the indomitable spirit of Sally Talfourd. She’s been on the back foot for the whole of this match, but in an instant she can turn things around.

Beckett: I think Rebel and Callahan may pay here for their earlier complacency.

Sally gives the crowd something to cheer about as she takes the fight to Rebel and Callahan, despite being out-numbered. A spinning wheel kick sees to Rebel, then as Callahan tries to intervene she hits him with a springboard bulldog. Feeling now is the time to try and make the most of the opportunity, Sally begins to stalk Rebel for The Makeover. However, as Rebel gets to his feet Shane Borderland arrives on the scene and ploughs Sally down with a running clothesline to the back of the head.

Beckett: Impact no.2 of the night for Shane Borderland!

Nailz: And with his arrival on the scene, and Phil Atken taking the spectator’s role tonight, this now effectively a three-on-one handicap match.

And the referee loses complete control at this point as the ‘heel’ team continue their dominance of their sole adversary. Borderland is tagged in as the fresh player, controlling Sally with consecutive backbreakers, each one scoring a two-count before Sally kicks out. Borderland has had enough though and he signals for the end, lifting Sally up into the wrist clutch set-up of his Light Out, but Sally twists out and counters with a swinging savate kick, gaining another pop from the crowd, but Rebel is quickly in and floors Sally with a huge running clothesline. So begins a three-man assault on Sally in the middle of the ring, which the ref is powerless to prevent.

Nailz: The referee needs some help in there, this is out of hand.

Beckett: Nevermind the ref, I think Sally could do with some assistance otherwise the only attention she’ll be receiving later is medical.

“Hometown Hero” by K.R.I.T. suddenly plays and the volume of the cheers is off the charts.

Nailz: And I think help may just be on the way.

The APW World Heavyweight Champion - Anthony “The Promise” Bailey – charges out from the backstage area, his face caked in dried blood, sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring. Rebel and Callahan hightail it, but Borderland stays put only to be tackled to the mat and then the recipient of a barrage of blows from Bailey. The noise inside the arena is unbelievable as Bailey rains rights and lefts down on Borderland. Rebel and Callahan are back in the ring and come to the aid of Borderland, dragging Bailey off and inflicting stomps and kicks upon the World Champion. Now Borderland joins in and the cheers to boos momentarily, until....Sally Talfourd recovers and hits Borderland with a running dropkick that sends him through the ropes to the outside. Rebel tries to take Sally, but he gets The Makeover for his troubles. At the same time Bailey pushes off Callahan and gets to his feet. Now with the tables turned and the odds against him, Callahan tries to weasel his way out of the situation, but Sally and Bailey charge and take him down with a double clothesline. Bailey picks up Callahan and delivers the Word of Promise on the former Pro-Life Champion; Sally follows this up by giving Callahan the Happy Ending he always craved. As Bailey and Sally come together and their eyes meet centre ring, the crowd explode for the umpteenth time in this match, marking out hard for this incredible moment.

Nailz: There may be differences between them, but when it comes to wrestling and what it means, these two are always reading the same lines from the same page.

Beckett: And this crowd are showing nothing but respect for these two – it makes me sick!

But the fun and games are not done yet. Rebel starts to rise, Borderland climbs on the ring apron at the other side of the ring, Sally knocks Borderland off the apron, Bailey clears the ring of Bailey. At the same time Phil Atken shows some activity by tagging Sally’s ankle, rolling into the ring and making a cover on Callahan. The eagle-eyed ref spots the tag and drops down to count...

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Callahan kicks out. Atken has a look of disbelief on his face, which turns to horror when Sally and Bailey realise what he has tried to pull off and make a move in his direction. Atken responds by making a quick exit from the ring and heading towards the ramp.

With Atken heading back up the ramp Bailey and Sally look at each other; Bailey gestures for Sally to make the pin, as she goes to do so Bailey’s attention is taken by Rebel getting into the ring. Sally goes for the pin on Callahan but Borderland drags “The American Hero” out of the ring. Sally climbs through and pursues Borderland, and as she does so Rebel hits Bailey with a low blow, then lands The Putdown, making the cover. The ref, at a total loss here, drops down and counts...

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Winners: Johnny Rebel, Michael Callahan & Shane Borderland.

Nailz: What on earth has gone on there? Were Rebel and Bailey even the legal men?

Beckett: Who cares? What is important is that Johnny Rebel just ‘putdown’ Anthony Bailey; do that at ONIH and we have a new Champion.

As “Smoke on the water” begins to play Rebel celebrates in the ring. The camera cuts to the surprised expression of Sally Talfourd on the ramp, Borderland having escaped her pursuit. Rebel stares her down and does the belt around the waist gesture in her direction.

Nailz: Johnny Rebel stands tall here among the chaos that was this match, but will it be his night come October 28th?

APW Asylum cuts to a commercial break.

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The crowd in the arena start to get excited when they see the titantron fizzes into life they all stand up to get a better view then all cheer loudly when they see Jack Spade standing there with microphone in hand.

Jack Spade: Ladies and gentleman please welcome my guest at this time Yarmouth.

The crowd start to boo loudly as Yarmouth walks into camera shot and starts to smile at the reaction from the crowd.

Jack Spade: Yarmouth thanks for giving a few moments of your time.

Yarmouth: Hurry up you idiot I gotta match to prepare for.

The crowd start to boo loudly again.

Jack Spade: Since you have been drafted to Asylum you have not won a single match with The European Invasion. Has this damped your spirits at all?

Yarmouth snarls at the reporter as the crowd cheers loudly.

Yarmouth: Damped my spirits hell they know that they were all lucky victory's every single one of them but all that has done is make me even more determined to win the next match against The Soul Of Philly TJ.

Jack Spade: You even lost your shot at the tag team championships which you and Stefan Raab both claimed that you were gonna win and end the reign of Noble-Hart.

Yarmouth: Like I said they both got lucky M&M got lucky and what the hell were they doing at ring side taking the piss out of us? When I catch up with M&M they gonna get what's coming to them. As for Noble-Hart they will be other times other chances to get the gold and that time will be when we will be ready for them and take our chance.

The crowd boo's loudly towards Yarmouth's comments.

Jake Spade: You mentioned your next opponent The Soul of Philly how do you see getting on with him on Asylum tonight?

Yarmouth: Well fella it's simple I'm gonna rip his stinky American head of his shoulders that's how I see getting on with him tonight, he's just another fake wanna be wanting to get a victory over Yarmouth The Bad Ass Boom and that just ain't gonna happen is it?

The crowd in the arena start the ass hole chant as Yarmouth then rips the microphone out of Jack Spades hand and shoves him out of the way and turns to the camera.

Yarmouth: Listen up Smart Araneta Coliseum. I demand that you show me the respect that I deserve you don't have the right to call me an ass hole you come to see the next big thing in Action Packed Wrestling and this is what I get this is bull shit and just for that TJ you are gonna get punished for those cretins in the arena they are gonna show me respect that I deserve you are gonna get hurt in that ring tonight and then they will all bow down to my greatness and then you TJ will say that I am the better then you in that very ring.

The crowd boos even louder.

Yarmouth: You see TJ I may not have won a match yet but that makes me even more dangerous then before the same can be said for Stefan when he kicks the crap out of that no good loser Jason Kash then we can move on to someone who will actually give us some competition, Now if you don't mind I have to to go get ready for the ass kicking that is gonna happen in that very ring.

The titantron goes dark as the crowd start the ass hole chant again.

Stenfelder: The following contest is a One Fall to the Finish! Introducing first, he is one half of the Tag Team known as The European Invasion! Please welcome, "The Killerplauze" STEFFANN RAAAABBB!!!!

Stefan comes out through the curtain just wearing his gold and black wrestling tights with his nickname The Killerplauze on the front of them with TV Total logos on the side of his trousers and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and does a holdup on each turnbuckle and everyone boos him as he does a few boxing punches to the cameras before he looks at his opponent with anger in his eyes waiting for the match to start.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, the ONLY Grand Slam Champion on the Asylum Brand! The APW Suicidal Champion..."The Influential One" JAAASSOONN KAAASSH!!!!!

Jason Kash steps out from the back with no music playing and the Suicidal Championship laying over his left shoulder. Fans begin to give him a mixture of boos and cheers as he looks around standing on stage. Sniffing, he looks to the ring and laughs seeing his opponent as he begins the walk to ring side. Removing the Suicidal Belt, Kash leaps up onto the ring apron on a knee and pulls himself to standing. He dips through the middle ropes and enters the ring almost ignoring Stefan Raab. Kash doesn't raise his arms, he doesn't give any taunting to the fans or act of celebration. He just hands his belt to the referee and backs into a corner staring at his opponent.

Nailz: Jason Kash doesn't look his usual self, he seems rather disconnected from the fans like he no longer cares what they think. This could be a much more troubling Jason Kash here tonight.

Beckett: Stefan Raab isn't a push over but he's got his hands full here tonight with our Grand Slam Champion. Kash swore he'd be going on a tear, changing things to make himself more aggressive inside the ring. His Violent Side is taking over and Stefan Raab will have to be at his best tonight.

No sooner does the bell sound, Jason Kash hurls himself across the ring pounding away at Stefan Raab. "The Killerplauze" covers up the rapid flurry of strikes from Kash as he backs into the corner turnbuckles. Kash throws a shot to the ribs followed by an Uppercut that throws Raab back in a whiplash motion. Kash steps back and spins looking to hit Raab with a Rolling Elbow but Stefan Raab ducks out the corner and Kash connects the elbow to the top turnbuckle pad.

He turns around and Raab sticks out a solid jab. He begins hitting single but well placed Jabs into the face of Jason Kash. Raab winds up a big haymaker but Kash quickly snatches him by the back of the neck and tosses him over the top ropes to the outside ring apron. As Raab stands up, Kash rushes in and puts a knee deep into Raabs stomach. He manages to hold onto the ropes and not be sent to the outside. Kash uses a single finger and pulls Raab's face up to stare him in the eyes. Kash smiles at his opponent and cocks back to slap him. Raab puts up an arm and blocks the big slap and cold cocks Kash to the jaw with a right hook.

Beckett: Kash might not want to Box with Stefan Raab, he has experience boxing!!

Nailz: Celebrity Boxing doesn't really count as experience but he doesn't look to be unexperienced, that's for sure!

Kash bending over holding his mouth sees Raab starting to get back into the ring. He arches sideways and cracks Raab with a Shuffle Sidekick to the chin but Raab holds tightly to the ropes so he doesn't fall to the outside. Acting quickly, Kash dips through the ropes to the ring apron next to Raab and puts an arm around the back of Raab's shoulders. Kash thrusts an open palm from his free hand into Raab's nose before yanking back on his shoulder and pulling them both off the Ring apron to the outside with a Russian Leg Sweep. The fans go crazy for the simple but painful move from the ring apron. Raab arches his back as he roars out in pain. Kash holding the back of his head is curled up.

Beckett: HOLY RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP BATMAN!!

Nailz: That had to hurt..

Beckett: Oh gee, ya think?

First to his feet is Jason Kash and he uses the Guard Railing to hold his balance. Stefan Raab sits up and pushes to one knee. Kash comes off the guard rail and goes for a Drive By Big Boot but Raab does a Matrix like lean back before diving forward and clipping the back of Kash's knee. The referee gets to the count of 5 as Raab gets to his feet with Kash holding his own knee. Stefan grabs Kash by the neck and pulls him to his feet before shoving him backwards into the side of the ring. Kash's back has a jolt sent up his spine from the shoving. Raab steps in and blasts Kash with a short arm clothesline to add to the pain. The referee gets to 7 and then Stefan Raab rolls Kash into the ring and climbs up onto the ring apron and enters the ring himself.

Stefan on his feet drops an elbow into the back of Kash and you can hear Kash groan from any location of the arena. Raab very pleased with himself pulls Kash up as he rises to his feet himself. He whips Kash into the far ropes, Kash bounces back and Raab goes for a Arm Drag. Kash flips over but lands on his feet and quickly Raab steps behind and sends Kash into a surprise Bridging German Suplex. The referee drops and makes the count.

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Nailz: That was close, Kash got the initial counter but didn't see "The Killerpin" coming. Almost cost him!

Beckett: It takes more than a move from Germany to put that Son of a Bitch away..


Getting to his feet, Stefan Raab holds up a thumbs down with his hand. The crowd erupts in boos, showing their disliking for Stefan Raab. He seems to enjoy their non-approval attitude as he rips Kash up from the canvas. Kash shoves Raab back and rolls into Raab with a Rolling Elbow that connects. Kash falls into the ropes but holds himself up as Stefan Raab pops up to his feet holding his jaw. Kash lets out a scream as the fans know what is coming.

THIS IS ASYLUM!!!

As Raab gets to his feet, Kash rushes at him and lifts a leg to hit his "Asylum Kick" but Raab side steps the big boot. Kash turns to try and make up for the mishap but as he turns back to Raab, Kash is grabbed and placed in "The Killercutter"! Kash shoves Raab forward from behind to escape the Finisher. Raab spins around right into a solid "Asylum Kick". Kash walks around the ring, taunting, celebrating his control and backs into a corner to setup his U.T.I. as the fans begin to cheer for his stalking setup.

He smiles and waves them off, walks to a downed Raab in an angry stomping pace. Rips Raab from the canvas, placing his head under Raab's armpit, Kash lifts and spins Raab, bringing him down hard onto his head and neck area. The fans erupt in a "Awwww" as Raab curls up from the pain of the vicious Olympic Slam that Kash has dubbed "The Grand Slam". Kash sitting on his knees smiles and looks around at the audience as they take in his new Finisher. He pulls Raab onto his back and falls over him as the referee drops and makes the count.

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Stenfelder: You winner via Pinfall..."THE INFLUENTIAL ONE" JAASSSOON KAASSSH!!!

Beckett: He wanted to be more ruthless, wanted to showcase his Violent Nature and now his new "Grand Slam" is going to do just that. Very nice move for Asylum's Only Grand Slam Champion!

Nailz: A bit more dangerously executed than I've seen before but what was labeled an Olympic Slam is now known in APW as "The Grand Slam". I like it!!

With him having no entrance music right now, Kash gets to his feet and dusts off his hands over the body of Stefan Raab. The referee tries to raise his hand but Kash stiff arm shoves the referee back. He leaves the ring and grabs his Suicidal Championship as he heads to the back, looking like he still has business to take care of.

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As we come back from commercial, we see a the backside of a familiar superstar. Its Shane Borderland. He turns around and looks deeply into the camera. Jack Spade pops up right beside him, with a mic in hand.

Jack Spade: Well Shane, its been a week since we last spoke. So how are you feeling after your match with Bailey?

Shane Borderland: Bailey yes. Well Bailey barely snuck one by last week. If it wasnt for that chair going up the side of my dome, then i would be champion as we speak. But i guess he wanted to get even.

Jack Spade: Well the question everyone is wanting to know, including myself is. Why did you come onto Asylum and hit Sally with that chair?

Borderland smiles.

Shane Borderland: Hell i had to make my debut special Spade. I came back to Asylum and i did it the best way i could. See I seen Sally in the spotlight, so for her going up against the World Heavyweight Champion seem like my spot. So I knew as soon as i got here, i should take her out and show everyone who deserves this chance. I have been through hell and back West, trying to make it to the top. I get so close but never really succeed. So what does that tell you West? Maybe i just need to give all this up. Maybe i should try a little harder, who knows. All i know is that im sick of Bailey and im sick of Sally, hell im sick of everyone really. I will become the World Heavyweight Champion soon.

Jack Spade: So you hit Sally in the head, trying to take her spot?

Shane Borderland: Well if i took Sally out, then there would be no one left that is good enough to take Bailey out of the picture. Well i am just that man. Sally is still around, that girl is tough as nails. But she needed just a little reminder of who is back. Now Bailey, you got lucky last week, but this journey of me capturing that belt isnt over. So after this match, im coming for you again!

Borderland creeply smiles as the scene fades...

Inside one of the backstage locker room Johnny Knuckles is sat alone, save the APW wrestling figures he holds in his hand.

Knuckles: Okay, this is it, Rasslemania IX, Knuckles v Kash for the World Heavyweight Championship.

The camera zooms in as Knuckles begins to a ‘fight’ between the two figures inside a replica ring. After some time, lots of clashing, and plenty of strange noises, the action figure Knuckles dives across the action figure Jason Kash.

Knuckles: ONE...TWO...THREE! He’s done it! Johnny Knuckles have completed a life-long goal, he’s the World Champion and he’s beaten his nemesis Jason Kash.

Knuckles puts a small replica title belt around the waist of action figure Knuckles, but the celebrations are cut short by the sound of a familiar voice off-camera.

?: How quaint!

Knuckles spins around, action figure Knuckles still in his right hand, gives out an exasperated groan and says.

Knuckles: What do YOU want?

Into the scene steps the “Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar.

Jules: I came to speak to you about a matter of the highest importance, but I can see you are ‘hard at work’.

Knuckles: It worked for Kash. Anyways, you’ve got two minutes......

Jules guffaws to dismiss the implicit threat, begins to scan and pick at his fingernails as he speaks.

Julius: It has not escaped my attention that your ‘career’ here in APW has encountered several mishaps and misfortunes in recent weeks. It was not so long ago you came within a cat’s whisker of being the Survive & Conquer champion, but now, here you are, playing with toys, and your recent achievements include having your face rammed through a television by that dastardly Scotchman, Phil Atken.

Knuckles: What’s ya' point, jerky?

Julius smiles and draws his attention to Knuckles.

Julius: The point is you deserve better.

Knuckles nods.

Julius: And I am the man who can give it to you.

Knuckles bursts into a fit of laughter.

Knuckles: You! What exactly can ya' do for me, ya' good for nothing douche?

Julius: Only the blind will have failed to notice that the unstoppable tsunami of justice is heading directly for Asylum, and I am the one surfing its crest. I can help you back to the loftier heights of this company, give some honour to your name, and turn your misfortune into a never end run of good form.

Knuckles rubs his chin sceptically.

Knuckles: And tell me, genius, how ya' gonna' achieve that?

Julius: It is simple – join me and immediately Justice will begin to mobilise her forces in your favour.

Knuckles: Join you? Ya' must be joking!

Julius: I promise I will make it worth your while.

Knuckles: Oh ya!?

Julius: All you have to do is default in our match tonight; lie down and let me pin you to the mat, and instantly you will be on the path of destiny.

Knuckles snorts loudly, then stands up and gets in Julius’ face.

Knuckles: Lay down for you? Give me one reason why I don’t crack your skull like a Christmas nut, right here and now.

Julius steps back and smiles, motioning for his associate Barry Hoskins to pass him something. Hoskins hands a package to Jules, who then hands it over to Knuckles.

Knuckles: What's this?

Julius: Call it a gesture of good will. In that package with you will find the finest hand-dried, hand-picked, aromatic tea in the whole of the Empire.

Knuckles: Tea? Ya' must be higher than Jason Kash, ya' prick. What do I want with this?

Knuckles tosses the package of tea aside and begins to roll his shoulders in a threatening manner. Julius gestures for something else, a brown envelope that Barry Hoskins hands over to Knuckles.

Knuckles: What now?

Julius: You may find this more akin to your tastes.

Knuckles opens the envelope and pulls out a thick wad of crisp notes.

Knuckles: Interestin'.

Knuckles counts the money, his eyes wide with surprise at the amount.

Knuckles: Green is always a plus but...

Julius: Just a small fraction of the treasure that awaits you in the Quintessentially English Empire. All you have to do to earn is lie down and fall under my command.

Knuckles stops upon hearing that last sentence. He rubs the crisp notes with his thumb, then folds the wad over in half.

Knuckles: This is a very generous offer.

Julius: It is merely the beginning.

Knuckles: And I have an answer to your proposal.

Julius begins to smile, but Knuckles flings the wad of cash into Julius’ face, scattering them all over his body and onto the floor. Knuckles looks at the Englishman, then adds.

HEE-HAW!

Knuckles smiles a manic grin as he lunges forward making Julius flinch.

Knuckles: I’ll see ya' in the ring, jackass!

Knuckles moves past Jules, bumping his shoulder as he does, and begins to ‘HEE-HAW’ over and over and laughs as he leaves the room, leaving Julius looking embarrassed and very angry. The scene fades.

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Coming out of the bathroom backstage is Jason Kash. He slaps the Suicidal Championship over his shoulder as Mr. Dangerous jogs up to Kash as the door shuts behind him. Both standing in the hallway backstage, Kash nods at Dangerous as the Meltdown Megastar speaks.

Mr. Dangerous: Kash, Kash, I wasn't sure where you ran off too!

JKash: I just dropped a MONSTER! Let's call it Blackwell cause it had a Black tint to it and it got flushed. So to speak..

Mr. Dangerous: Umm..Eww? You said you wanted me here tonight for a reason. Whats up? I've got to make my flight for Meltdown. Thanks for getting me these tickets too man, appreciate it.

Kash wraps an arm around Dangerous and leads them both down the hallway as Kash begins to explain some things to his friend.

JKash: So check it, I've loved having you around these past two weeks. I think we've both prepared well for our matches and I'ma be there for your match on Meltdown. Backstage cheering my boy on! Enough about that though, let's get to the fun part shall we?

As soon as they turn a corner, Kash removes his arm from Dangerous shoulder and shoves open a locker room door. Both men enter and inside is Kash's PR Agent, Tidus Howe who just nods and hands Kash a knife in a sheath. Dangerous looks confused as Kash turns around and removes the Suicidal Championship from his shoulder. Tidus Howe takes the belt and holds it in front of him but remains quiet and still.

Mr. Dangerous: Whats this about?

JKash: I like you, we have a history you and I. You helped me when I needed a REAL partner to step up last year. Thing is I need to know you're loyal to me. To do that..I have something I want you to do..

Mr. Dangerous: Which is...

JKash: Blood oath. A show of loyalty to the cause, to me. I'm not asking for much, just show me that I can trust you. That in order to break this bond of loyalty you will buy your way out or pay in blood. I've already done this, same with Tidus. Now it's yo--

Mr. Dangerous: Wait, like you did back in that shit hole? Bloody Hand Print? I'm not cutting my hand open to do some Hand print on a wall Jason. Not going to happen man.

JKash: Not a wall..A Banner.

Kash steps out of the way to show a big cloth banner hung up on the far wall. It's flag shaped but has the letters "FP" in big letters at it's center along with 2 Bloody Hand Prints already on the flag. Kash raises his eyebrows as he looks back to Dangerous, expecting his answer.

JKash: So, what'll it be? You down?

Mr. Dangerous: We're friends...but..I can't do this. Just kind of freaks me out..

JKash: Okay that's fine, that's cool man no problem. We are friends. In fact forget this altogether, I'm sorry I asked. I have something for you actually.

Kash turns to Tidus and the two stare at each other for a brief moment as Kash drops the sheathed knife into his duffel bag and removes a T-Shirt. Standing, Kash turns around and opens the shirt up. It's a newer Edition of an "Organized Violence" Shirt. Dangerous laughs but in a surprised thrill kind of way as he approaches and grabs it from Kash. He holds it out and then looks at Kash.

Mr. Dangerous: I wasn't in Organized Violence though. That was you and Borderland.

JKash: Bullshit. That fucktard couldn't make it long enough to defend the Tag Titles. It was you and I who made that Tag Team memorable. He was just a shadow. We're doing this, you want to bring back The Tag Team of The Year for 2011? You and Me..

Mr. Dangerous: This is awesome! I'm so down for this!!

JKash: Heh, Alright! Let's make that flight to Meltdown then...

Dangerous pulls his new shirt over his head as Kash and Tidus Howe prepare to leave the arena and head for Meltdown.

Stenfelder: The next bout is scheduled for One Fall, introducing first. From the South Of Philly...Please welcome, TJ!!!!

The lights go out and the arena is silent minus the crowd noise. Red and White light go throughout the arena as the opening cords of the song play. As the lyrics begin, TJ comes out and the lights come back on as the red lights still flash. TJ leans back and roars and then TJ walks down to the ring and slides in the ring. He goes to the corner and throws his arms in the air and then beats his chest with one arm.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, he's one half of the Tag Team known as The European Invasion. He's "The Big Ass Boom" YARMOUUTTHH!!!

The lights go down in the arena and a red spot light spans all over the crowd as they boo loudly then red a red mist forms at the top of the ramp then red and white pyrotechnics blast of at the top of the stage.

"I Don't Care About You" by Fear rages out of the arena speakers and Yarmouth comes out and swaggers down to the ramp tagging the fans as he goes down the ramp and climb's in to the ring climb's onto the top turn buckle and waves to the fans in the arena.

Nailz: This is a very interesting match, two big men, two beasts standing in the ring and slamming their clubs at each other with a force that only a Jedi could appreciate!

Beckett: You said it Nailz but I'm kind of hoping Yarmouth can step up and take this match. Someone from European Invasion needs to step up cause those guys are SUCKING as of late.

TJ stands in a corner across from Yarmouth and he is staring hard at his opponent. Yarmouth sniffs and lifts his head, his eyes locking with TJ's as the bell officially sounds off and the referee waves for them to go at it. The crowd pumped, all behind the two fighting and seeing the Big Men of APW do it big on Asylum. They both step to the center of the ring. Butting foreheads they push at each other trading words.

TJ shoves Yarmouth and "The Bad Ass Boom" comes back with his own shove. TJ grins and looks down to the canvas before popping forward with a heavy right. Yarmouth comes back with a back hand chop and TJ returns the very move back to Yarmouth's chest. They trade off a few slaps and chops to the chest but soon they are back arguing with each other.

Nailz: I don't think these two want to wrestle, they're too busy arguing!!

Beckett: I want a Test of Strength, a Big Man's Game of Mercy!

Nailz: You mean that old school, both hands game of Uncle? Haha, yeah if that happens I'll wear a dress next show!

Beckett: Bet. COME ON TEST OF STRENGTH!!

TJ nods and Yarmouth backs up into a pace as he hits the ropes and comes in hard at TJ, hitting him with a shoulder charge but TJ doesn't budge. Yarmouth motions his arm for TJ to take a turn and TJ runs, hits the ropes and comes in with his own Shoulder charge which stumbles Yarmouth back a few steps. TJ turns and rushes to the ropes again, hitting them and coming at Yarmouth with both force and speed as he plows into Yarmouth with a chest clothesline.

Yarmouth sticks out his chest ala Wrestlemania 2000 and the fans give a loud cheer for that. Once again TJ turns to hit the ropes but Yarmouth grabs him by the arm, pulling him back and clobbers him with a forearm shot to the jaw. Yarmouth hits another striking blow to the jaw and TJ backs up from each blow. Yarmouth steps in, lifts a knee into TJ's midsection and Yarmouth face palm shoves TJ from the side.

Beckett: Yarmouth taking control of this match is a good sign. He's best fitted to dominate and TJ needs to find a new soul cause Philly sucks!

Nailz: Ohhh I'm telling!!

Beckett: I thought we were friends?

Yarmouth puts some distance between him and TJ before rushing in, he lifts a Big Boot but TJ side steps it. Yarmouth turns around with a quick clothesline but TJ catches Yarmouth with a Bearhug. Yarmouth begins dropping elbows into TJ's shoulder/neck area and before the Bearhug can take effect, TJ slams him with a Spinebuster. He hooks a leg and rolls into a pinfall attempt.

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As TJ rises to his feet, Yarmouth forcefully kicks from his back and catches TJ to the side of his kneecap and the big man from Philly drops to one knee. Yarmouth scrambles to his feet and before TJ can react, Yarmouth lifts a knee right into the side of TJ's face and it sends him tumbling over. Yarmouth rips TJ off the canvas as the crowd boos loudly. He looks out to the crowd and spits in their direction as he whips TJ viciously into a nearby corner. Lining TJ up, Yarmouth comes in with a back elbow but TJ ducks down and lifts Yarmouth up across his shoulders.

Stepping to the center of the ring, the fans come alive with cheers but then Yarmouth slides off to the back of TJ and grapples him around the waist. TJ runs backwards, running Yarmouth's back into the corner where they had come out of moments ago. Yarmouth releases the back grapple and TJ begins throwing back elbows, rights and lefts ones, stiff ones and sharp ones hit Yarmouth to the face. When TJ moves out from the corner, Yarmouth folds and hits the canvas. TJ lets out a roar to the crowd and they roar right back at him before clapping for "The Soul Of Philly".

Nailz: These people love them some TJ! He's just Action Packed and everyone here is giving him a great ovation!

Beckett: Yarmouth can't be counted out, European Invasion might be the worst tag team ever but Yarmouth has potential and he's the IT factor of that team. He can win this match!

Nailz: Oh no doubt, APW Asylum might be labeled the "B Show" of APW but the talent is Top Notch. Bring anybody from any show to Asylum and see how the level of competition plays then. Level One, Kurt Noble, doesn't matter come to Asylum and see if the competition isn't stiff.

Beckett: Take these two as examples of that, great talent in this match. This entire show is stacked!

TJ waits as Yarmouth pushes up off his knee to standing position. TJ rushes in, Yarmouth lifts a knee and bends TJ over forward. Yarmouth grabs him by the back of the head and throws him through the ropes. TJ bounces off the ring apron and hits the ring side floor mats. The crowd boos as Yarmouth taunts them with his hands raised. TJ grabs the ring apron and pulls himself to his feet and slides back into the ring. Yarmouth turns as TJ pushes up from his stomach. TJ rolls as Yarmouth tries stomping down into his lower back. TJ rolls again but the other way as Yarmouth stomps down again.

TJ tries to scramble to his feet but Yarmouth punt kicks him to the head. Yarmouth places a boot onto TJ's back and steps up onto his opponent, putting all his weight into TJ's lower back. Yarmouth jumps up and stomps down into his lower back and TJ groans out in pain. Pulling TJ up by the nape of his neck, Yarmouth sets up for his Elevated Powerbomb by pulling TJ's head in between his legs. The fans boo, not wanting Yarmouth to win. TJ drops to his knees and headbutts Yarmouth's groin. "The Bad Ass Boom" stumbles back bent over and TJ pushes up to his feet and steps towards Yarmouth.

TJ grabs Yarmouth with both hands around his neck and lifts him with a Double Choke and before he can hit the slam portion of the move, Yarmouth comes down with fists to break the double choke. He lands to his feet but TJ hits an uppercut that stuns Yarmouth. TJ grabs his opponent around the throat, lifting Yarmouth in a chokeslam and with a smooth transition hits a lifting spinebuster. The fans go bonkers crazy with cheers as TJ had just hit his "Soulbuster" as the referee drops down and TJ makes the cover over Yarmouth's limp body.

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Stenfelder: Your Winner...."THE SOOOUULLLL OF PHILLY!!!" TEEEEEEJAAAAYYY!!!!

Beckett: Such a disappointing loss for Yarmouth..He seemed so close to having this one and TJ stole it from him!

Nailz: TJ earned this victory but Yarmouth put up a fight. Big man versus Big man once again showing why they at one time DOMINATED this sport!

With the match barely finished Julius Farquhar slides into the ring and begins to attack TJ. Yarmouth, sensing an opportunity, joins in and between the two of them they beat TJ down to the mat and begin to stomp all over him.

Nailz: Julius Farquhar has got no business out here! This is a deliberate cheap shot to try and soften up his ONIH opponent.

Beckett: What an opportunist! Who else but Yarmouth to have on your side.

With TJ subdued, Julius tells Yarmouth to hold him up in a kneeled position. Julius takes a few steps back, runs in at TJ and slams his knee into TJ’s face.

Nailz: The sickening, thudding blow to the head.

Beckett: Julius is going to make TJ pay homage right here.

Julius isn’t finished though. Telling Yarmouth to pin TJ down, Julius applies the ankle lock on the very ankle he as good as broke several weeks ago.

Nailz: Come on now! Somebody come and put a stop to this.

Julius twists and shanks the ankle lock even, the camera mic picking up him demanding TJ tap out, but the big man, despite being unable to move or turn for Yarmouth pinning him down, refuses. A posse of referees and officials flood the ring and try to put a stop to this unsanctioned, unprovoked attack, but Julius maintains the hold, demanding TJ tap out, but “The Soul” remains uncompromising.

Nailz: Julius Farquhar is trying to prove some point here, but this is sick; he’s gonna break that ankle.

Eventually the officials manage to drag Julius off TJ, breaking the hold, and an even bigger group of burly security guards struggle to pull off Yarmouth. Julius is forced to leave the ring, but starts to throw a mini tantrum outside the ring. Inside TJ is rolling around, clutching his ankle, his face contorted with pain. Julius sees this image on the big screen and begins to back away up the ramp, seen to be mouthing the words ‘you will tap’ in the direction of TJ in the ring.

Nailz: Julius Farquhar is obsessed with proving he can make TJ submit.

Beckett: He is a stubborn fool is TJ, he’d rather have no legs to walk on than do the sensible thing.

Nailz: But I don’t think TJ will ever submit, no matter what Julius does to him. That has got to be playing on the Tap Out Champion’s mind because at ONIH he is going to have to find a way to make “The Soul” do something he has never done in his life – say the words ‘I Quit’.

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Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

"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: Making his way to the ring first, from The Bronx, New York, weighing in at 255 pounds, Johnny Knuckles!

Nailz: We know that Johnny Knuckles is the first man entered into the Japanese Death Match Battle Royale at One Night in Hell!

Beckett: Johnny is sore, beat up, and has been getting his butt handed to him lately! How is he ever going to be able to compete in such a brutal match, let alone have a chance at winning it?

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 stern focused look ready to attack.

Elgar's "Pomp and Circumstance March no.1 in D" ("Land of Hope and Glory") bursts forth from the PA. Julius Farquhar steps through the curtain carrying a flagpole bearing the cross of St. George and accompanied by Manservant (his stacked 300lb bodyguard). He waves the flag around and walks to the ring ignoring the insults being hurled at him or any attempts to touch him.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, he is the APW Tap Out Champion, from Windsor, England, weighing in at 228 pounds, he is “Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar!

Farquhar is inside the ring, waving the flag around. He climbs onto each turnbuckle and waves the cross of St. George to all corners, before discarding it and preparing to face his opponent. Knuckles doesn't even wait for Julius to remove his championship belt or the bell before tackling him to the mat and going wild with rapid fire punches, firing the crowd up! The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Johnny Knuckles vs. “Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar

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Nailz: Knuckles didn't even wait for the bell to get this one started!

Beckett: What a cheep shot by Knuckles! Julius hasn't even had the chance to remove the Tap Out Title from his waist!

Knuckles continues to pummel on Julius, not giving the Englishman any quarter! The fans are going wild, and get a loud “KNUCKLES! KNUCKLES!” chant going! Johnny keeps the pressure up, while Julius tries to get his hands up to defend himself! Eventually, Julius is able to reach up and give Kash a rake across the eyes, and escapes the mount, rolling out of the ring to the floor. Julius attempts to remove his title belt, but Knuckles is right there behind him, turning him around and giving him a hard punch to the face! Knuckles keeps stringing together punches to the face, and the fans are loving every moment of Knuckles taking it to Julius! He finally rolls Julius back into the ring, but as he slides in, Julius is right there to club him across the back with a Double Axe Handle from a kneeling position! From here, Julius pulls Knuckles to the middle of the ring, and applies a Shoulder Lock, riding it a few moments before switching up to an Armbar! From here Julius wrestles the match at a slow pace, attempting to wear Knuckles down with submission moves. Whenever Knuckles gets control, he picks up the pace, utilizing his brawling expertise, but every time, Julius eventually uses a shortcut to get the advantage back. Throughout the match, Julius keep the Tap Out Championship belt around his waist, almost forgetting that he's even wearing it!

Beckett: What a profile in courage by our Tap Out Champion here! He weathered the early storm from Johnny Knuckles, and is firmly in control!

Nailz: He still has the Tap Out Title Belt around his waist! The ref needs to make sure Julius removes that belt!

The match continues to be a back and forth affair, and at about the 15 minute mark, Julius attempts a Side Russian Leg Sweep on Knuckles, but Knux has a hold on the top rope, sending Julius falling to the mat! This gives Knuckles the opening to pull him up and go to town on the Tap Out Champ, stringing together a series of hard punches before whipping him into the ropes and drilling him into the mat with a Double A Spine Buster that shakes the ring! Johnny stalks Julius as he slowly begins to make his way to his feet, yelling out “HEE HAW!” before making the lunging Haymaker towards the back of Julius' head, going for the Donkey Punch! However, Julius gets out of the way, and Knuckles accidentally nails the referee! As Knux stands over the downed ref, Julius gets down to one knee and rocks him with the Low Blow from behind! As Knuckles falls to two knees holding his jollies in pain, Julius runs to the ropes and nails him with the Pay Homage! He goes to wake the ref, but to no avail! Julius is pissed, and the ref is not responding at all. Julius looks down and sees the belt around his waist, and gets a devilish grin across his face.

Nailz: Oh no! This isn't an extreme rules match! It's not legal for Julius to use the belt as a weapon!

Beckett: When the ref is down, anything is legal!

Julius unclasps the belt from around his waist, and measures Knuckles up. As “The Survivor” makes his way to his feet, Julius rushes in and knocks him square in the temple with the belt! The ref is just coming to and sees this, immediately calling for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

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Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by disqualification, Johnny Knuckles!

There's a mixture of cheers for Knuckles and boos for Julius as “Over and Under It” begins to play again.

Beckett: Knuckles may have gotten the win in the record books, but I don't think he feels too victorious right about now!

As Knuckles' music continues to play, the ref rolls out of the ring, and begins to talk to Stenfelder.

Nailz: What's going on here? The ref hasn't raised Knuckles' arm yet!

After a brief talk, Stenfelder lifts the mic to his mouth again.

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, I do apologize. Do to Johnny Knuckles hitting the referee with a Donkey Punch, the referee has informed me that it was Johnny Knuckles who was disqualified. Therefore, your winner of the match, Julius Farquhar!

Winner: Julius Farquhar

The crowd boos loudly, and a “BULLCRAP! BULLCRAP!” chant is heard loud and clear. Knuckles is still dazed, but pissed off as “Pomp and Circumstance March No. 1 in D” plays over the speakers, and Julius gets a huge grin across his face. He picks up his Tap Out Title Belt, and raises it high in the air!

Nailz: What a questionable call by the ref here! Knuckles did not hit the ref on purpose! The ref was in the wrong spot at the wrong time, and it was an accident that Johnny took him out with a donkey punch! This is garbage!

Beckett: Well, Julius has been known to grease the wheels a bit by paying off the ref, but whether that happened or not, it's the referee's decision to disqualify Knuckles. I think it's suspect myself, but the ref made his call!

Behind him Johnny Knuckles begins to stir, but Julius hasn’t had enough and slams the belt into the side of Knuckles’ head. With Knuckles sprawled on the mat Julius begins to stomp over the chest of his opponent.

Nailz: What is the meaning of this? This match is over.

Barry Hoskins: You get him Jules....put that donkey to sleep.

Julius lifts Knuckles and lands two shots to the face, but Knuckles blocks the third and responds with a big right of his own, then floors Julius with a clothesline.

Nailz: Knuckles is standing for this....he still wants more of Julius.

Beckett: Barry, get in there and do something!

Barry Hoskins: Oh bugger...

Knuckles picks Julius up and lifts him into place for the Broken Promise, but Barry Hoskins interrupts when he slides into the ring, grabs the Tap Out Title belt and slams it into Knuckles’ back. Knuckles turns around and grabs Hoskins by the collar and is about to launch him across the ring when Julius comes from behind and takes Knuckles down with a sleeper hold with leg scissors, rolling Knuckles onto his front and tying him up in the Windsor Knot. Hoskins goes to Knuckles feet and tries to lock in an anklelock, doing so in a rather feeble way.

Nailz: This is a brutish assault by Farquhar and his spineless associate.

Beckett: This is a lesson Nailz! Don’t cross the Tea Boy!

There is a huge pop from the crowd and the camera cuts to a shot of “The Soul of Philly” TJ charging down to the ring. TJ slides into the ring, but Julius as spotted him and rolls out of harm’s way. TJ charges over to the ropes and tries to reach over and grab Julius who remains just out of his grasp. Barry Hoskins blindsides TJ, but this has no effect. “The Soul” turns around and shoves Hoskins halfway across the ring and onto his ass. As he struggles back to his feet TJ grabs Hoskins, lifts him and delivers a devastating Soulbuster on Julius’ associate. Jules sneaks in and tries to blindside TJ, but a back elbow fends him off and Julius walks straight into the now standing Knuckles who lifts Julius onto his shoulders and drills him into the mat with the Broken Promise. The go wild for the comeuppance of the devious Englishman.

Nailz: Another blow to Julius Farquhar imperial ambitions here, and boy how he deserved that.

The music of Johnny Knuckles plays as he and TJ stand tall and strong in the ring over the motionless bodies of Julius Farquhar and Barry Hoskins.

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Stenfelder: The following bout is scheduled for one fall and it will be contested under EXXXXXTTRRREEEEME RUUUUULES to determine the number one contender to the Action Packed Wrestling SUICIDAL CHAMPIONSHIP!

"Like A Boss" hits the arena's speakers and the crowd instantly pops with excitement. 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. 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.

Stenfelder: Introducing first, in the ring , hailing from Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds… JOHNNNYYY SYKES!

Sykes smiles faintly as the Smart Araneta Coliseum cheers in approval for his introduction.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, hailing from the Bronx, New York…

”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.

Stenfelder: Weighing in at two-hundred pounds… JAAAIIIRRR HOPKINS!

Inside, Hopkins 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: These two men are competing in the main event of Asylum for one reason, and it is to become the number one contender to the Suicidal Championship, held by Jason Kash. A month ago at Shockwave, these two men, along with Callahan and Kash put their bodies on the line in a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match where Kash proved to be the victor. But Johnny Sykes has something that Jair Hopkins doesn’t: Sykes holds a victory over a former World Heavyweight Champion in Jason Kash. We’ve all said that Sykes is going to do big things here on Asylum---!

Beckett: Speak for yourself!

Nailz: ---And this Suicidal Championship is just the beginning. Tonight, we see two up-and-coming young athletes put it all on the line. Tonight, it’s about making an impact on Sunday Night Asylum. Who becomes the next big name in APW?!

Main Event
Xtreme Rules
Johnny Sykes vs Jair Hopkins

The bell rings and the two men make their way to the center of the ring with Sykes immediately offering a handshake and a smile. Immediately, the audience grows loud with mixed reactions when Hopkins reaches out to acept it-- so Hopkins withdraws his hand, retracting the handshake. He looks curiously at Sykes who just raises both arms out, asking "what?" Hopkins tells him to go for the lock-up instead and after a disappointed look, Sykes obliges. Hopkins comes in for the lock-up...

...And Sykes blasts him with an Enziguiri!

Beckett: HAHA! I take it back—maybe this Sykes guy is going places after all.

The kick to the temple rocks Hopkins and takes him to his knees. The crowd erupts with a mixed reaction-- many cheering, expecting the Sykes shenanigans, while the Hopkins fans in attendance boo vocally. Regardless, Sykes follows up with two forearms to the head that knocks Hopkins to the mat. He hoists him back up in a rear waistlock, going for the German Suplex but Hopkins maneuvers around him in mid-air. He shoves Sykes against the ropes and Sykes staggers backward into a Reverse Neckbreaker!

Nailz: Quezon City has come alive for our main event tonight!

Beckett: I'd say. These two haven't even gotten started yet and the crowd's already gone into a frenzy. The average human crowd would be tired by now!

Hopkins exits to the apron and ascends to the top turnbuckle. He leaps from the top rope and meets Sykes in the center of the ring with a Flying Calf Kick! It takes Sykes roughly to the mat and Hopkins waits for him to hop up before grabbing his head in a DDT position and running up the ropes, rebounding off to nail a Springboard DDT! The Filipino crowd roars and Hopkins hooks the near leg for the cover.


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Nailz: The momentum changed so quickly in this match which is more than likely going to continue the trend of being quick-paced.


Beckett: Not if Hopkins keeps hitting moves like that... If he can slow Sykes down he can do what Sykes has been planning to do to him-- take him out of his element.

Nailz: It's no secret that Sykes is a high-flyer. He's good all-around, but the mat-based ground-and-pound style is not his forte. The Xtreme style is, however, but Hopkins is doing a good job at keeping him on the ground.

Beckett: I don't see Johnny Sykes winning a pure wrestling match with Jair Hopkins. He needs to get him off, now.

Hopkins has Sykes in a rear body-scissors on the ground and hammers his sternum and neck area with hard forearms and elbows. Sykes cries out and throws an elbow back, catching Hopkins in the nose. It's enough to get him to break the hold and Sykes rolls to the ropes, pulling himself up. He charges at Hopkins, hoking to hit him with a Clothesline, but Hopkins leaps over Sykes' head! Sykes leaps onto the middle rope and nails a Springboard Cross-Body! He rolls to the apron and pulls himself up as Hopkins groggily gets to his feet. Johnny Sykes leaps onto the top rope and then off to nail a Springboard Hurricanrana, hooking both of Hopkins' legs!

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Nailz: And Jair Hopkins powers out!

Sykes is quicker to his feet than Hopkins and blasts him with a sharp kick to the sternum. Hopkins shakily stands up and Sykes runs toward him going for what looks like a Running STO, but Hopkins plants his feet and fights Sykes off with a few elbows to the temple. Sykes stumbles away and Hopkins runs at him for a Clothesline while Sykes thinks the same thing, and the two men ground each other in the center of the ring!

Beckett: They both knocked the hell out of each other there... Nicely done!

Nailz: They may have bumped heads. These guys are willing to do whatever it takes to get a shot at the Suicidal Championship. Hopkins wants that recognition, but Johnny Sykes is begging for a rematch against Jason Kash, but this time with championship implications.

Jair Hopkins and Johnny Sykes pull themselves to their feet at the same time in opposite corners. They appear to want to charge at each other, and for several seconds stand seemingly frozen in time-- before both men drop simultaneously by the ropes and slide to the outside, throwing up the apron to the delight of the Smart Araneta Coliseum! Jair Hopkins retrieves a steel chair, and what appears to be a hubcap while Johnny Sykes retrieves a twelve-foot ladder.

Nailz: And now the weapons come into play-- I can't look!

Beckett: Does Hopkins have a hubcap?

Hopkins is into the ring first and drops his weapons in the center of the ring. Sykes has half the ladder inside the ring, but Hopkins dropkicks the far end of it, sending it right into Sykes' sternum! Sykes falls back and groans in pain. Hopkins runs toward the turnbuckles and leaps onto the top as Sykes climbs to his feet. Hopkins dives off for a Flying Cross Body, but Sykes leaps into the air and catches him right under the chin with a Dropkick! Quezon City moans in empathy for Hopkins whose eyes suggest he has no idea where he is. Sykes rolls him into the ring and pushes the ladder in before climbing in after Hopkins. He hits him with one Vertical Suplex, followed by a second... and then nails a Snap Suplex onto hte ladder! Many in the audience begin to cheer as they anticipate what's next. Johnny steps out to the apron and climbs to the top rope. He yells out "VIVA LA JOHNNY!" and a few in the crowd scream it right back at him, before he leaps off for a Frog Splash-- which Hopkins avoids! Johnny hits the ladder rib-first and groans in pain, rolling onto his side on the mat.

Nailz: Johnny Sykes may have just broken his ribs!

Beckett: If he's such a 'hardcore icon' then he can fight through this, I'm sure.

Hopkins slowly gets to his feet, holding his own back in pain before walking over to Johnny Sykes and propping him in a seated position in the corner. He then picks up the hubcap and charges Sykes, Dropkicking it into his face in the corner! Sykes' hands fly up over his face and he drops to the mat and Hopkins pulls him over for the cover.


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And Sykes kicks out of it, rising up to a sitting position again, but Hopkins picks up the hubcap, rebounds off the ropes and dives, smashing it into the back of Sykes’ head and neck area. He then lifts Sykes up, swinging him into the corner to nail a Stinger Splash! As Sykes stumbles out of the corner, Hopkins hits a quick Drop Toe-hold onto the hubcap. Sykes cries out in pain and Hopkins hooks his far leg for another pin attempt.


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Kickout!


Nailz: Another kickout by Sykes. I think now we're seeing some desperation and frustration from these two guys. Hopkins is going right for Sykes' neck!

Hopkins drops the point of his elbow into the base of Sykes' neck and brings him back into that rear-body scissors. He ducks Sykes' attempts at hitting him in the head and knocking him off, hitting him in the neck for good measure each time. Sykes shifts his weight back so he is on top of Hopkins in a pinning predicament.


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Hopkins shifts his weight immediately, but Sykes uses the change to hit a sloppy Snapmare. Hopkins is forced to release the hold and scrambles to his feet. He goes to hit Sykes with a boot to the temple, but Sykes ducks down and hits a Flapjack Facebuster, smashing Hopkins onto the ladder! He then hoists Hopkins up to his feet and nails a Snap DDT hard onto the canvas!

Beckett: Sykes isn't going for the pin, like he SHOULD be. Instead, he's propping that ladder up in the corner. This is why he's not a champion.

Nailz: Or maybe he knows that it's gonna take more to put away Jair Hopkins.


Sykes lifts the groggy Hopkins up to his feet and goes to Irish Whip him into the ladder, but Hopkins reverses it. Sykes runs up to the ladder but stops and pivots, catching an oncoming Hopkins with a Back Body Drop into the ladder! Hopkins collides spine-first with the steel and slides down to the mat. Sykes then lifts up the abandoned steel chair and slams it three times against the canvas, motioning for Hopkins to get up. Quezon City cheers and Hopkins slowly gets up before Sykes swings the chair at his head-- and Hopkins ducks down, stepping behind Sykes and nailing a German Suplex! Sykes is grounded, but never lets go of the chair. It takes several seconds for Hopkins to recover from the onslaught, but he soon climbs to his feet. Hopkins grabs a handful of hair and goes to lift him up but Sykes rams the end of the chair into his ribs! Hopkins groans and falls against the ropes. Sykes tosses the chair aside and rolls him up in a Schoolboy!

Nailz: This is how he beat the Suicidal Champion himself!


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Beckett: No way, Hopkins just barely kicks out of it!

Nailz: And with a milliseond to spare. He almost got the win!

Both men get to their feet, but Sykes still has the chair! As Hopkins rushes him, but Sykes nails a stomp to the midsection. Hopkins responds with a stomp to Sykes' midsection-- and Sykes swings the chair into Hopkins' side! Sykes then drives the edge of the chair directly into his temple! Hopkins staggers back and drops to one knee, holding his head in pain. Sykes pivots and runs to the ropes, jumping to the center and hitting a Springboard Cross Body with the chair between the two Megastars! Quezon City cheers in approval and Hopkins is crushed beneath Sykes and the chair. Sykes leaves the chair on top of Hopkins' chest and rebounds off the ropes, returning for a Running Senton Splash! Hopkins clutches his ribs in pain, pushing the chair off of him and Sykes sits in pain from the backlash. He lies back on top of Hopkins, hooking both legs for the pin.


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Beckett: Reversal!


Nailz: Hopkins with the Crucifix Pin!


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Nailz: Look at this!

Sykes rolls off of his shoulders, through the move and onto his knees. He stands up, albeit shakily with Hopkins spine-first on his shoulders. Quezon City applauds the show of strength and Sykes falls back, throwing Hopkins face-first into the ladder in the corner! Hopkins slumps to the ground in the corner and Sykes lies on his back for a few moments to catch his breath. He lifts up the hubcap and approaches Hopkins who has reached his hands and knees on the ring. Sykes slams it into his back and Hopkins falls to the mat. The hubcap cracks and Sykes observes it with a grin before tossing it out of the ring. He makes his way to the steel chair and holds it up for the crowd to see, receiving a heavy mixed response. Sykes hoists it over his head and walks toward Jair Hopkins, but with his last burst of strength, Hopkins hops up to deliver a Front Dropkick to Sykes' groin! Sykes groans and drops to his stomach.

Beckett: Hah! That's one way to do it!

Hopkins breathes heavily, grabbing the chair and uses it to push himself to his feet. He waits for Sykes to get up and then swings the chair into his back. Sykes falls to the ground again and Hopkins sets the dented chair up in the center of the ring. Hopkins Irish Whips Sykes into the ropes and then charges him, hitting a stiff High Knee! Sykes' head jerks back and Hopkins rushes to the middle of the ring, delivering a Bulldog to Sykes on top of the chair! Quezon City cheers and Hopkins rolls him over for a pin, hooking both legs.

Beckett: This should do it!


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Nailz: And Sykes isn't done yet!

Hopkins groans and pulls Sykes to his feet, hitting an Implant DDT! His eyes then drift toward the ladder in the corner. Hopkins climbs up to his feet and sets it up directly in front of the corner, stepping out to the apron and ascending to the top turnbuckle. He takes a deep breath before hoisting himself onto the top of the ladder and then diving off for a Diving Elbow right to the heart!

Nailz: GOOD GOD! Hopkins came down from at least fifteen feet in the air with an Elbow Drop!


Beckett: Sykes is finished! Jair Hopkins gets his time to shine against Kash at One Night in Hell! Cover him, Hopkins!


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Nailz: Johnny Sykes kicks out! Sykes just kicked out!

Beckett: There's no way...

Hopkins stares at the referee in shock. He observes Sykes and then slides out of the ring once more. He retrieves a wooden table, earning a roar from the audience, and slides it into the ring.

Nailz: And suddenly these two men find themselves in a very familiar environment-- tables, ladders, and chairs.

Hopkins doesn't quite get the opportunity to set the table up, for Sykes has already hopped up and nailed a desperate Leg Drop to the back of Jair's neck. Hopkins hits the table face-first and both men lie there for a moment, but Sykes reaches a standing position first. He goes to hoist Hopkins up but receives two solid shots to his gut for his troubles. Hopkins turns to swing Sykes over the top rope, but Sykes swiftly lands on the apron. He hangs Hopkins up on the top rope and Hopkins falls to his back. Sykes signals for the end to the audience and climbs to the top rope-- but Hopkins rushes into the ropes and Sykes straddles himself on the top. Hopkins runs to the second rope and then leaps up to hit an Enziguiri to Sykes' skull! Sykes falls onto the ropes and then the mat. Hopkins begins to set the table up, and quickly does so in the middle of the ring. He yanks Sykes up to his feet and goes to hit a Suplex, but Sykes blocks the maneuver and hits Hopkins with an elbow to the side of the head. Sykes then nails his own Snap Suplex and twists his hips, going to chain a second one right through the table!

Nailz: Uh-oh!

…But Hopkins drives his knee into Sykes’ gut followed by an uncharacteristic headbutt. Sykes teeters back over the table and Hopkins rushes the ropes, hoping to come back for a Leg Lariat, but Sykes manages to toss Hopkins clear over his head, and subsequently over the table! Hopkins lands roughly on the mat, but avoids disaster. He hops back up to his feet right as Sykes shoves the table out of the way and blasts Sykes with a boot to the face! Sykes staggers back into corner and Hopkins charges at him, leaping right up onto his shoulders! He hits Sykes with one, two, three, four closed fists to the jaw, before Sykes finally grabs Hopkins by his legs and launches him forward, causing Hopkins’ spine to hit the edge of the table!

Beckett: Sick! He could have broken his back on that table!

Nailz: Two weeks ago these two were on the same team, but tonight here in Quezon City, they’re throwing everything but the kitchen sink at one another!

Sykes lifts Hopkins to his feet and Irish Whips him across the ring before nailing a Shining Wizard! Hopkins falls roughly to the canvas and Sykes sets the table up once more in the center of the ring. He observes the ladder in the corner and then lies Hopkins across the table. Sykes groggily makes his way to the ladder, his back to the table, and begins climbing.

Beckett: The end is near! Can you feel it?!

Nailz: One of these two men is certainly about to. Sykes is almost at the top!

Beckett: But look!

Hopkins rolls off of the table and in one swift movement bends down to pick up the chair. He swings it with maximum force at Sykes’ lower back. Sykes cries out in pain, and Hopkins nails a second shot before dropping the chair. He goes to the other side of the ladder and begins climbing, signaling the end to the crowd once he reaches the top.

Nailz: My God—my God, what is Jair Hopkins thinking here?

Hopkins places both hands on Sykes’ neck and appears to be prepared to hit a Sunset Flip Powerbomb, but Sykes fights with shots to the gut, forcing the entire ladder to wobble. The crowd can be heard cheering and looking towards the barricade near the announce table as Jason Kash hops over it to to the ringside area. Hopkins and Sykes are too focused on each other to notice him slide into the ring! Finally, Hopkins releases Sykes and Sykes grabs Hopkins around his waist, going for a Moonsault Side Slam---!

Beckett: SYKED OUT!

Nailz: Off the ladder…!

But before Sykes can pull if off, Jason Kash shoves the ladder over, causing both men to crash hard through the table, splitting it in half! Both men took a nasty spill through the table, and landed awkwardly as the fans let out a HOLY CRAP! HOLY CRAP! chant! Jason stands confidently over Sykes and Hopkins while the two remain motionless!

Nailz: This is a very serious situation folks! Both Hopkins and Sykes took a nasty spill through the table, and now, neither man is moving at all!

A slow motion replay pops up on the screen, showing Sykes going through the table head first, while Hopkins goes through shoulder first! As it cuts back to the live arena, medical staff is already out to tend to the two men, while Jason Kash stands triumphantly in the ring. The ref is trying to get him out of the ring, but he just stands there, laughing at the misfortune of his two potential opponents.

Nailz: Jason Kash may have just eliminated Johnny Sykes and Jair Hopkins from contention for his APW Suicidal Championship! What a shame!

Beckett: While it was perfectly legal in the context of this match, it's still poor sportsmanship from Kash to interrupt this match!

No Contest

The fans continue to boo Kash as the medical team continues to tend to Hopkins and Sykes.

Nailz: Who the heck is the #1 Contender?

Asylum cuts to it's final commercial break.

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Asylum comes back from a commercial break with Kash walking down the halls, acting smug and celebrating the fact he essentially took out both of his main competitors for the Suicidal Championship. As he's walking down the hall, he's confronted by Bambi.

Bambi: I bet you're real proud of yourself, Jason, for what you did out there.

Kash: Why as a matter of fact, I am. I just took out both the top contenders for my APW Suicidal Championship, and you want to know why I did it, sweet cheeks?

Bambi rolls her eyes, and the irritation is evident in her voice as she responds.

Bambi: Why, Jason? Why did you potentially injure both Johnny Sykes and Jair Hopkins?

Kash: Because I'm a Grand Slam Champion, and I can do whatever the hell I want!

Bambi: Well how about this, Kash, since you can apparently do what you want, in two weeks from tonight, you want to put your Suicidal Championship on the line against Johnny Sykes, and then after that, if you manage to beat him, you'll want defend the belt against Jair Hopkins at One Night in Hell!

Jason: It's like you read my mind, sweetheart! Sure, I'll do it, but I get to pick the matches, seeing as how I'm a Grand Slam Champ and all...

Bambi: You're not in the position to make the matches, Kash!

Reginald walks in behind Bambi.

Reginald: And neither are you, Bambi, at least not without my permission. But you know what, I like the way both of you think, so Kash, in two weeks, you will indeed defend the Suicidal Championship against Johnny Sykes in a match of your choosing. However, come One Night in Hell, either you or Sykes will defend the Suicidal Championship against Jair Hopkins in a match of my choosing. Just let me know by Tuesday what you want...

Reginald pats Kash on the back before walking away. Kash has devious grin on his face while Bambi looks annoyed. Asylum cuts out to ringside.

The crowd pops as "Hometown Hero" by Big K.R.I.T. hits the PA. It’s not long before the APW World Heavyweight Champion Anthony Bailey makes his way out to the stage. The fans are on their feet in celebration of their champion.

Nailz: And here we go! The world champion’s here, no doubt to address his fans.

Beckett: How many fans can this guy have left? He takes the cheap win on Sally at Shockwave, then comes in and rains on the parade last week when we were about to find out what Sally’s thinking now!

Nailz: Are you kidding? You’re blaming Bailey when it was Borderland who ruined that Shockwave match and Rebel who started the brawl last week?

Beckett: They’re just details.

Bailey adjusts the strap hanging over his shoulder as he heads down the ramp. He slaps hands with a few of the fans hanging over to get a touch of greatness. Up the steps and through the ropes, Bailey comes into the centre of the ring. The crowd is all cheers for the champion, who raises the belt to them in appreciation. Then, as things start to die down, the champion is tossed a mic and can clear his mind.

Bailey: Magandang gabi sa lahat, paano ginagawa mo?

The English translation of Bailey’s Filipino greeting “Good evening everyone, how are you doing?” appears across the bottom of the screen as the crowd’s cheers get even louder.

Bailey: It truly feels remarkable to be with you fine people here in Quezon City tonight! Never let anyone tell you that dreams cannot come true. I am no different from anyone sitting in these seats tonight and I am in the prime of my life traveling around the world getting paid to do what I love. Call it a Western conjecture if you’d like but if you stay focused and work hard, you can accomplish anything that you set your mind to.

The crowd cheers once again as Bailey pauses for a brief moment and smiles.

Bailey: With that being said, there is a purpose as to why I came out here. Not only did I want to see your radiant faces up close, I wanted to clear the air about where I stand with my friend Sally Talfourd…

The crowd goes crazy at the mention of Sally’s name!

Bailey: She and I used to talk regularly but ever since Shockwave, and even if the weeks leading up to that, things have been kind of awkward between us. But Sally, I want you to know from the bottom of my heart that…

Reginald: Hold it! Hold it right there!

And here, at exactly the wrong time, comes everyone’s favourite general manager Reginald Schmidt. He comes out with an entourage of security detail: tall, burly, well-built men all dressed in black with caps on an thick leather boots all lined up behind him.

Reginald: Before you say another word Anthony, we’re not going to have another bru-ha-ha all over again. Asylum needs some extra decorum, and I’m going to make sure it has it.

Reginald starts to head down the ramp with his security, but pulls up short.

Reginald: Where’s my music? I’m just as important as anyone else here, aren’t I?

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"Never Gonna Give You Up/Smells Like Teen Spirit" hits the speakers and Reginald continues on his way to the ring. The security surround the ring. Reginald climbs up into the ring and comes up alongside of Bailey. They exchange some words, and Reginald gestures for Bailey to continue.

Bailey: Well thank you boss man. As I was saying…Sally, I wanted you to know that pinning you at Shockwave was THE hardest decision that I have ever made in my twenty-two years of existence. The image of you just lying there on the mat helpless and motionless weighs on my mind each and every night. I’ll put on a smile for the cameras and for my fans but deep down inside I feel like the biggest hypocrite on earth. I, unlike a majority of my other colleagues, stand for something, but my actions at Shockwave seemed as if I have recanted all of my beliefs for truth and morality. I know that there’s hope for us to mend the broken pieces of our friendship because we worked well together earlier tonight and showed Borderland, Callahan, and Rebel that they cannot and will not simply walk over us or the wonderful fans of the Asylum brand.

The crowd applauds Bailey’s heartfelt points here. To the man and woman they are on their feet, proud to have him as their champion. But everyone is left wanting to know one thing: What does Sally Talfourd have to say? The crowd settles down to a low murmur.

Bailey: Well, I’ve put it all on the table. Sally, I need to...we all need to know where you stand.

There’s a slight wait, the tension building. Everyone’s eyes are glued to the stage. Will she or won’t she come out? “Troublemaker” hits the PA and the crowd bursts into cheers. Sally strolls out to the stage, minus all the smiles and bubble-pop that she usually has. With a mic in hand, she stops herself at the start of the ramp down.

Sally: Bailey, can I say first ...

Reginald: Actually, Sally. Could you perhaps say it first down here? As you can see, all the security is down here. So please ...

Sally looks around, shrugs her shoulders, then starts her way down to the ring. She passes by one of the security dudes, then rolls under the ropes. She comes up right in front of Bailey, a slight smirk crossing her face.

Sally: Bailey, can I say first that it would take a lot of guts to come out here and say that. To say that your first ever title defense still weighs on your mind? Some would say it serves you right, others would say that you did the wrong thing. But I know you don’t care what anyone else thinks. I know you don’t really care what Reggie here thinks, what the fans think, what anyone else in the arena thinks. You just want to know whether I’m going to come after you and do the same thing you did you me, right?

Sally wanders away from Bailey, then looks out to the crowd. There’s a spattering of responses. Some yelled yes’s and some wailing no’s. Quickly she spins back to Bailey.

Sally: Bailey, you want to know if I respect you? Well Bailey ...

Bam! Out of no where comes one of the security men! After a stiff shot to the side of the head, she gets smashed into the turnbuckle then DDT'd hard and sharp. Reginald is taken aback, Bailey hesitates, then comes in to tear the guard off Sally. Bailey gets close, but the guard isnt having any of it and throws in a low-blow. Bailey ounces over, then gets a knee smash to the face and then, finally, a back breaker. Reginald thinks about intervening, but thinks again and runs from the ring. The security guard stands up and, throwing his hat away ... it’s Shane Borderland! Bailey writhes around on the ring. Sally starts to get up, but Borderland lays a stiff knee to the side of her head. Sally hits the mat cold, the crowd is up in a chorus of boos. Borderland stalks around the ring, yelling at the two on the mat. He then gets the idea to take up one of the spilled mics.

Borderland: Well if we don't have the two that disgust me the most. You think anyone cares about whether you too make up?

The crowd boo’s even louder than before. They're irate that their two favourites have been blindsided again, and just when we were about to see what sort of feelings they were going to be taking into the chamber too! Up on the stage, with the remaining security, we have Reginald wondering what the heck he should do.

Reginald: Now listen here Shane! You can't ...

Borderland: Can it Schmidt! You think I care what you want? Look at what I just did to your special meeting here! Don't think it can't happen to you.

Shane lowers the mic for a moment, with Reginald contemplating what to do. Instead of provoking the situation even more, he throws up his hands and leads the remaining security backstage. Borderland nods his satisfaction, then starts circling the two megastars he's just laud out.

Borderland: Listen you two. I came back and I'm better than ever. At Shockwave, I showed everyone around the world that I'm greater than anything either of you've ever seen. But you both tried to shut me out again this week. Don't you get it? I will do anything to get what I want.

Shane, after stalking around, kneels over Sally with his trademark sadistic mile.

Borderland: See, Sally, me knocking you down like a set of dominoes this week is going to be nothing compared to what i've got planned for you next week. and the week after. and the week after that. In fact, every week until I get the respect that I deserve. Until I get the place I deserve on Asylum. You're in my spotlight, Sally, and I'm taking it back. You cant handle it against world champions anymore. Going against Bailey is my job now, you just need to sit back and watch perfection work.

Bailey stands up, wearing a look of disgust as he glares at Sally who begins to stir. The crowd starts to boo again though as he lays a kick into her to keep her down. After he's happy, he saunters his way over to Bailey, still showing his disgust and contempt for the champ.

Borderland: And as for you Mr. World Heavyweight Champion. After I've taken out Sally once more ... twice more ... however many times it takes to get rid of her, that's when I'm gunning for you Bailey. Sally's just a small obstacle in my path to your belt and don't you think I won't overcome it. Im going to run through her like ex-lax. She doesn't stand a chance against me. After everything that i have done and put up with, I'm going to the next level. I'm sick and tired of getting put in line, its time for me to be the engine of this train and let everyone be behind me for a change. Bailey I'm gunning for you, so you better watch your back!

Borderland drops the mic, and leaves the ring, while Sally and Bailey are both still laid out.

Nailz: Shane Borderland made a huge statement here tonight leaving both the APW World Heavyweight Champion Anthony Bailey and Sally Talfourd laid out! He's showing himself to be a huge threat leading into the Extreme Elimination Chamber!

Beckett: Borderland has been utilizing guerrilla tactics, but they have been effective. We could be looking at the next APW World Heavyweight Champion in Borderland!

APW Asylum comes to a close with Borderland still cracking his sadistic smile, and the fans booing him with all their might.