APW Asylum-3/10-Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada

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Ida Maria's “Bad Karma” blares over the speakers as fireworks shoot out of the usual Asylum set with the padded walls holding up the Action-Tron, while a florescent light flickers for atmosphere! The fans are on their feet as the pyrotechnics display comes to an end, and the camera begins to pan the crowd.

Nailz: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the MTS Centre in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, where we are live for APW Asylum! We're just two weeks away from the biggest show of the year, and tonight is Asylum's last stop on the Road to RassleMania!

Beckett: We have an absolutely stacked lineup tonight, as we're featuring not one but two title matches here tonight! First off, Aubrey J. Parker defends her APW Suicidal Championship against Anthony “The Promise” Bailey! Bailey has a chance to become the second Grand Slam Champion in Asylum history if he can wrestle that title away from AJP! However, AJP is looking to go into RassleMania as a double champion, so you know she's not going to give up that title lightly!

Nailz: Speaking of RassleMania, AJP and Bailey's respective partners, Logan Alexander and Jair Hopkins, are teaming up tonight to take on the third tandem involved in the Triple Threat Tag Team Match at 'Mania, Kaylyn James Evans and Christian Kane! It's strange bedfellows indeed! Will they be able to co-exist, or will KJE and Kane get a huge momentum boost headlining into the Show of Shows?

Beckett: Also, we have a couple of good ol' fashioned fights tonight as Jason Kash takes on “The Soul of Philly” TJ, while later on, “The Bad Boy” Shane Borderland takes on the man formerly known as Johnny Knuckles, Reaver! Both of these match-ups should be excellent contests!

Nailz: After his shocking win over the APW World Heavyweight Champion Phil Atken last week, Young Mannie looks to keep things going in his match with the GI tonight. There's no doubt that #1 Contender Michael Callahan will be keeping an eye on this one!

Beckett: And in our Main Event, “The Unfortunate” Phil Atken is defending his APW World Heavyweight Championship in a match that has huge implications for RassleMania IX! He takes on Keaton Saint in a match where not only is the title on the line, but also the chance to Main Event RassleMania IX!

Nailz: Keaton Saint gets the opportunity of a lifetime here tonight! It's do or die for Phil Atken, though, who's been rather erratic as of late. Still, a big fight feel here tonight in Winnipeg!

“Midlife Crisis” by Faith No More hits the sound system announcing the arrival of none other than #1 contender Michael Callahan to the Asylum arena, much to the delight of about 40% of the Winnipeg fans who cheer him on, while the rest heckle and jeer him purely on the basis that he's a patriotic American. He walks down to the ring calmly without the usual fanfare and strutting and PR opportunities and climbs up the stairs with a microphone already in hand. He takes centre stage in the middle of the ring and taps the mic to check it's all synched up.

Michael Callahan: Hello, sports fans!

Some heat from the fans who cheer him on.

Michael Callahan: Now, I'm glad you could all be here. It's a great crowd tonight and I'm proud that so many people have turned up here to support me after the accusations levvied against my good name last week by none other than the nefarious Phil Atken....

Mega heel-heat. There is no confusion about the fact that everyone hates The World's Heavyweight Champion. This is scientific fact.

Michael Callahan: Can you believe that the albino cream-puff mog'wai himself had the audacity to try and convince Reginald Schmidt, a certified sociopath and the doctor who runs this madhouse that I, the moral champion for all things virtuous and true am the crazy one?

The crowd break into 50/50, some who believe Callahan is a bit doolally and the others who aren't really all that bothered.

Michael Callahan: Phil Atken and Reginald Schmidt coming to the conclusion together that I'm a nutcase is way off. That's like the patient trying to diagnose the physician. It's backwards, plain wrong and it defies any real sense. So instead of competing and giving you, the good but slightly inferior to American people of Winnipeg...

Cheap pop.

Michael Callahan: -The chance to see me put on a heart stopping match with one of the finer talents here on Asylum, I have to take the evening off and get a full physical and psych exam from a doctor hand-picked by Schmidt. Because that's completely fair. Right? I mean-

“-” by - hits, signalling the arrival of Asylum top gun Reginald Schmidt himself he seems less than pleased about being criticised on his own show.

Reginald Schmidt: Enough of this, Michael. As the old saying goes, you need not be afraid if you have nothing to hide. Who knows? Maybe a little time off might be healthy for you, allow your batteries to recharge and get you ready for another great year as an APW megastar?

Michael Callahan: I don't think you get it, Reg. I'm NOT insane. I'm a perfectly normal-agh...

Callahan stops and drops to one knee, clutching his skull. His microphone spills out of his hand and hits the deck.

Reginald Schmidt: Something the matter?

Michael gathers his bearings and picks up the microphone again, looking a little shaken and disturbed.

Michael Callahan: Yeah... ow... just a headache I've had all week. No big deal.

Reginald Schmidt: Perhaps Dr. Fletcher can have a look at that for you.

Callahan scoffs and shakes his head.

Michael Callahan: Aches and pains are part of the job, Schmidt. I'm sure I'll be fine. On what grounds can you possibly conclude that I'm mentally unwell?

Reginald stifles a laugh as he's overcome with a myriad of reasons why Callahan is a nut.

Reginald Schmidt: For a start, your repeated violent assaults with baseball bats are a great starting point. That's hardly normal behaviour. Your friends backstage have become more withdrawn and isolated. And... well... we've all heard about the tragic losses in your life recently Michael. I want to stress to you now Michael that nobody thinks any less of you for all this... Life kicks all of us in the butt from time to time, but sometimes-

Michael Callahan: My attacks are STANDARD of what you people do in this wretched sub-par promotion. I did what I did so I could fit in better around these parts. As for my friendship circles? Yes, it deteriorated, but just last week we went out for pizza and bowling for Manuel Rafter's birthday party. I've got a new girlfriend, and I'm coping with the deaths in my own way. There's NOTHING wrong with-aghhhhh... Jesus.

Callahan drops to both knees this time and clutches his head in both hands, roaring in the searing hot paint in the back of his mind. It feels like hot lava being poured onto his cerebellum.

Reginald Schmidt: Come on Michael. Come backstage and get that checked out. There's no need for you to suffer anymore. Security, escort Michael to the medical bay if you please.

Security guards hop the rail and surround the ring, with canvas faces that bare no expression. Callahan holds up fists, ready to fight anyone that tries to hold him down.

Michael Callahan: Oh you have got to be f-.... you put your hands on me, I will sue.

Reginald Schmidt: Now, now, Michael, relax. This isn't rational behaviour. Come peacefully and we can get this all over and done with. I'm sure everything will be fine.

Callahan points to a fat security guard outside the ring.

Michael Callahan: I don't need Indigestion Ian in the yellow t-shirt showing me where the sick bay is. Watching you try to flirt with Bambi over the past few months has seen me be forced to visit there enough times. I'll make my own way down... ON MY OWN.

The security guards clear the way as Callahan voluntarily climbs out the entrance ring and follows up the ramp to the sound of “Midlife Crisis”. The guards form a wall around the back of him as he begins the long march towards his evaluation.

Nailz: Well this is it. Tonight is the psyche evaluation of Michael Callahan, to see if he's fit and ready mentally to compete with either Phil Atken or Keaton Saint at Rasslemania.

Beckett: I want Callahan to pass... but I doubt Schmidt's intentions here. He's hated Callahan since the start.

Spade: Hello everyone, I’m set to be joined by the current Tap Out Champion, “The Soul of Philly” TJ in a moment, but first, we received this video earlier this week from the 2013 Charity Show held in Las Vegas last week. Take a look.

The trailer dock in the back of MGM Grand building. Grainy footage shows the source of the video, a phone’s camera. We see Reaver and TJ, both participants in the Charity Event brawling on the dock. Security attempts to break the two up, but both men are hell bent on hurting the other and throw any person who attempts to stop their goal off the dock. After more brawling, TJ throws a massive knee into the gut of Reaver, doubling the mask man over. TJ KO’s one last security guard with a massive right hand. Reaver charges TJ into the wall, putting an imprint of TJ’s body into the concrete wall. Reaver unloads lefts and rights into the midsection of the bigger man. TJ does his best to block them, but Reaver is quick enough to get under the blocks. TJ shoves Reaver off him when he has had enough. Almost falling off the dock, Reaver catches himself as TJ comes walking over to him. Reaver reaches into his pants and grabs a pair of brass knuckles and throws a punch at TJ, but TJ dodges it, and throws a right of his own into the gut of Reaver. TJ wraps his hands around the throat of Reaver, lifts him high in the air and Impact Bombs him off the dock into a dumpster.

More heavy security comes in and stops TJ as he looks over the dock, smiling. He leans closer to the dumpster, trying to hear the contents of the dumpster. All the security and medics crowd TJ, trying to pull him away.

TJ: SHUT UP!

Hahahahaha

TJ: TAKE CARE OF HIM!

TJ storms off as medics look into the dumpster.

We cut back to Jack Spade who has been joined by TJ, ready for his match against Jason Kash.

Spade: Please welcome, TJ!

The crowd cheers as TJ nods.

TJ: Hey.

Spade: TJ, we just took a look at the events that took place after the Charity Event, what caused that.

TJ: Reaver attacked me, but this time I was ready.

Spade: That you were. But, you’ve put Reaver through a wall and Impact Bombed him into a dumpster yet he has laughed while you looked at him.

TJ: I’m gonna stop you there Jack. See, I’m starting to think the more he laughs, the more pain he feels. I mean he was cackling like a hyena as Kash laid those chair shots into his head, he laughed while he did his best wall support impersonation, and he laughed when I returned him to his home: the garbage.

Spade: Has his laughter gotten to you at all?

TJ: What? No, if anything it’s telling me how far I have to go to make him know that I’m not laughing matter.

Spade: And how far is that?

TJ: Let’s just say, what Kash did, looks like My Little Pony to how far I plan on going.

Spade: Speaking of Kash, you face him next, anything else you want to say?

TJ: Not really. Kash is a true warrior, like myself, we let our actions do as much talking as they can.

Spade: Thanks TJ, good luck

TJ walks away, off camera. Asylum cuts to a commercial break.

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Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first coming from Houston, TX! "UnTamed Influence" JAAASSSOOON KAAASSSH!!!



As the jokingly children's Poop Song plays and people group together in laughter, Jason Kash comes out from the back and looks confused.

Nailz: Umm..What the heck is this!?

He turns to the big screen and sees the video playing and tries to signal for the song to be cut off. He swats at close fans hanging over the entrance ramp barriers as they taunt him and laugh at his entrance music. He kicks the air in front of him and waves off the music as he approaches ring side.

Beckett: Hahaha! Kash doesn't like the punishment Reginald laid down for him. Did he truly think he'd not be punished for assaulting Johnny Knuckles? Suspension didn't work so embarrassment might!

The crowd gets into a loud and powerful chant of "POTTY TRAINING" and Kash seems to react by yelling and storming up the steel steps. He enters the ring and directly heads to the corner post, putting his back to the turnbuckles. He folds his arms and looks to have a pouting expression on his face as he waits for the music to stop playing and the match to begin.

Stenfelder: ...And his opponent, he HAILS FROM PHILADELPHIA, PA!!! He is "The SOOOUUUULLL Of Philly" TEEEEEEJAAAAYYY!!!!

The lights go out and LL Cool J tells the fans to "Come On". Red and White light go throughout the arena as the opening cords of the crowd chants the "ahhhAhhhhAHAH" of the song. As the lyrics of "Mama Said Knock You Out" begin, TJ comes out with the "KnockOut" Championship over his shoulder and the lights come back on as the red lights still flash. TJ grabs the title and looks at it, raises it into the air, getting a roar of cheers from the fans. He then places it on the ground in front of him and he leans back and roars. He picks him his title and puts it back over his shoulder then walks down to the ring, high fiving the fans along the ramp before entering the ring over the top rope. He walks over to the far corner and climbs it. TJ holds the title belt up in the air by the strap and beats his chest with the free arm.

Beckett: This should be a great match! I've been hungering for this match up, it could have Match of the Night written all over it!

Jason Kash versus TJ
(Non-Title Match)

Suddenly Jason Kash seems "bigger" as he stands in his corner with his chest buffed out. On his tippie toes to raise his height, he slowly walks to the center of the ring. Chest all "swollen" Kash lifts his chin up as TJ comes in and stands in front of the Asylum Grand Slam Winner. Still the much smaller man, Kash snorts in air through his nose and begins to growl. The referee stands at the side of them both and tries to keep them apart but instead turns and signals for the bell. Quickly Jason Kash is taken off his feet with a powerful short arm clothesline by TJ.

Nailz: Ouch. The match is underway and Kash seems to be underestimating TJ's strength!

Kash pops up from the mat and ducks another clothesline. He rips across the ring and hits the ropes, springing off them he leaps off his feet and drives a forearm into TJ's chest. TJ snatches Kash up before his feet can hit the canvas and slings him up over a shoulder. Kash struggles and wiggles at the feet, trying to slide off the backside but TJ whips him forward and slams him with a simply executed Oklahoma Slam. Kash arches from the slam but rolls onto his hands and knees in order to return to his feet. TJ backs into the ropes and comes in with force, going a signature Running Big Boot but Kash dive and rolls under it.

On his feet, Kash whips a leg kick to the outside thigh of TJ as he turns around from the missed Big Boot. TJ scoots from the leg kick and Kash throws another. TJ swarms in with a clothesline but Kash dodges it and Front Dropkicks the knee cap of TJ and puts the big man down on a knee. Popping to his feet, Kash hits the adjacent ropes and comes back looking to hit a Running Bulldog. As he grabs the head of TJ and jumps off his feet, TJ lifts Kash's body up and drops him back with a Back Body Drop. Kash bounces and flips back onto his stomach.

Beckett: Jason had the right idea but TJ took advantage of Kash's over confidence and countered. Very good work between these two men.

Nailz: Kash needs to pick up game and go to town on this bigger opponent. He's really overlooking TJ right now and it will pay dearly in the end.

TJ on his feet steps over to Kash and rips him up off the canvas. Gripped tightly around Kash's neck is TJ's massive hands. He launches Kash across the ring into the turnbuckle. Kash holds himself up with the ropes as his back sits against the turnbuckles. TJ comes in with decent speed and with full force comes in for a Corner Collapse Splash but Kash uses the middle rope to the right and pulls himself to safety. He hurries to his feet and before TJ can turn around, Kash flies into the back of TJ and drives a side angled knee into the kidney of TJ. Kash pounds into the back of TJ's head. Pushing off TJ, Kash backs away midway across the ring. He stops back peddling and sprints forward towards TJ. Kash jumps up and drives double knees into TJ's back and the big man from Philly arches still pressed against the turnbuckles.

Kash stands and steps a few feet away and crotches in a stalking stance. TJ slowly comes out of the turnbuckle and begins to turn around as Kash quickly snaps into a full spin and goes for his "Mark Of JASON" Rolling Elbow. It catches TJ to the jaw and stumbles him back. TJ hits the ropes near the turnbuckles and pushes through his sudden pain, jumping at Kash and taking his head off with a vicious leaping Clothesline. The fans roar with cheers as TJ regains control of the match.

Beckett: NOO!! He had it, Kash was making all the right decisions!

Nailz: Did you see that? TJ just took the "Mark Of JASON" it barely did any damage!

TJ takes a second and rubs his jaw. He turns towards Kash as he lays on the canvas and TJ sniffs a big inhale through his nose before he rips up Kash from the mat. He lifts Kash up into a Gorilla Press and the crowd immediately rise to their feet. Not a single person sitting in the arena as TJ walks around the ring with Kash lifted above him. TJ looks to the outside for the best place and then sees the Entrance Ramp. He steps towards those ropes with a faster stride and Launches Jason Kash like a dart over the ropes. He soars to the outside and lands up onto the steel entrance ramp. He flops and bounces as he lands and the laughs rip out roars of cheers and clapping ovation. TJ nods seemingly happy with the distance and steps over the ropes to the outside ring apron.

As he drops down onto the ring side floors, he stops as Jason Kash pushes himself up onto one knee. Dazed, wobbling, Kash is still fighting after that toss and TJ finds himself impressed. TJ steps to Kash and helps him to his feet. He grabs Kash by the arm and shoulder of the same side of the body and pulls him into an Irish Whip. Kash jog runs towards the ring and TJ is quick on his tail. Kash jumps up onto the ring apron, knees bend and he springs off the apron, twisting in the air and comes to a landing across TJ's body, hitting a Cross Body to the outside. Kash rolls out of the cross body and hurries to his feet. He rolls in and out of the ring so that the referee is forced into restarting his count.

Beckett: Jason Kash using his veteran experience to keep the match in a more familiar environment.

Nailz: He can't use weapons but then again Kash would rather hurt you with his hands and not a Steel Chair.

Beckett: Tell that to Knuckles, or I'm sorry this "Reaver" guy!

Pulling TJ up to his feet, Kash grins at someone in the crowd as they boo him. TJ bursts out of the grapple and shoves Kash hard into the ring apron. His back bends back across the apron. TJ turns Kash and rolls him into the ring under the bottom rope. Entering the ring himself, TJ tries to stomp down on Kash but Kash rolls out in the nick of time. TJ comes in and stomps down again but Kash up kicks and catches TJ to the knee which stumbles him back. Kash pops up off the canvas and comes in fast, hitting a shoulder charge that does not a single thing to TJ. The fans laugh at Kash's weak attempt at a Powerhouse Move. TJ looks at him in confusion as a smile breaks across his face. Kash nods and turns to hit the ropes again, TJ waits as Kash springs off the ropes and comes in with a heavy loaded shoulder charge. Yet again doing nothing to the big man from Philly.

Beckett: Damnit Kash, quit trying to play strong man with him! You'll lose!!

Holding up a single finger, Kash wants to try one more time. TJ nods and allows it as Kash turns and rushes towards the far ropes. He hits the ropes and on the come back, his eyes open wide as TJ steps aside and Kash runs and puts on more speed as he goes and hits the other ropes to gain even more speed. No soon does he come off the second set of ropes, TJ comes in and blasts Kash with a devastating Spear that the entire audience roars too! Everyone on their feet, everyone clapping, holding up signs, shouting to the two men inside the ring. The referee stares down at the two men as they lay on the canvas. Kash bundle up like a pile of dirty clothes seems to be completely out of it. The referee checks on him as TJ moves around slowly.

Beckett: I think TJ got DDTed during that Spear. I can't be sure until the replay is shown but I am sure Kash hooked the head and planted TJ as he took that tremendous spear!

Nailz: Either way both men are down and this match could go either way!

"My Own Hell" by Five Finger Death Punch and every fan in the arena snap their heads towards the entrance as the man known now as Reaver comes out onto the stage carrying a Steel Chair in his hand. Fans erupt with mixed reaction, most trying to determine which of these competitors he will attack if not both. He stands on the stage with his head tilted to the side a bit as he stares at the ring and the two men inside of it. Both TJ and Jason Kash are still on the canvas. Reaver slaps the steel chair and begins to walk towards the ring.

Nailz: What is this bastard doing? He's going to ruin this match!!

Beckett: You sure you aren't worried about Jason Kash? He does have a Steel Chair, that has to be a sign right?

At ringside, Reaver rolls into the ring after sliding the chair under the bottom ropes. The referee tries to hold Reaver back but the masked man shoves the referee back and bends over to pick up his Steel Chair. Kash gets to his feet first and Reaver turns towards him and Kash flinches and backs up. The fans cheering, wanting Reaver to strike Kash as Reaver raises the Steel Chair. Suddenly Reaver spins around and the sound echos throughout the arena as the Steel Chair in Reaver's hands comes crashing down over the head of TJ. The referee immediately calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Winner: TJ

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by disqualification, "The Soul of Philly" TJ!

Beckett: TJ may have officially won this match, but considering the beating that's about to come his way, I don't think he feels much like a winner right now!

The fans go from cheers to boos as TJ lays flat on his back inside the ring. From behind, Kash steps up to Reaver and puts the masked man in a headlock. He begins to give him a noogie and releases him, grabbing Reaver's arm and raising it up as the fans rain down thundering boos to the two of them.

Nailz: THIS IS CRAP!! How can he align with Kash!? After what went down between the two of them over the last year plus?

Beckett: Year plus? You mean the last 6 years? Kash did say he'd never align with Knuckles and that is no longer Knuckles...

Kash begins to kick and stomp away at TJ before pulling him up into a sit up position. Reaver backs up into the far ropes and pushes off them, running at TJ and swings the Steel Chair down and clobbers the big man once again. TJ flops onto the canvas as Jason Kash raises what appears to be an upside down Peace Sign as he stands over a down TJ. Reaver lets the chair drop as he falls to his knees next to TJ. He stares down at the big man from Philly with a tilt in his neck. Moments pass and Reaver dives at TJ and begins clawing, biting, and punching the TapOut/KO Champion. The fans erupt with cheers as Keaton Saint comes hauling ass out the back and heads to the ring. Kash and Reaver exit the ring in a hurry as Saint checks on his partner. Saint's eyes never leaving Kash and Reaver as they make their way to the entrance ramp. Kash points at Saint and smiles, showing his missing tooth grin.

Beckett: That's a beautiful thing...Friends reuniting and putting their pasts behind them. Almost brings a tear to my eye!

Nailz: They sure got out of there quickly when Keaton Saint came down..Funny how making things even takes the confidence out of some.
Off into the back, the hallways of the MTS Centre, the cameras picked up on Jair Hopkins as he walked through the halls with his eyes searching around, looking for something or someone, he comes to a stop as he turns left which leads to all of the locker rooms. Walking down slowly, looking at both sides, he suddenly stops. His eyes scan the name plate as he says it out loud.

Jair Hopkins: And here it is … Aubrey J. … Mother-luvin’ Parker!

With a distasteful expression on his face, he proceeds to knock on the door.

Aubrey J. Parker: JUST A MINUTEEEE!!!

She yells out loud as it takes her a moment to get to the door. She opens the door and from what went from a smile quickly transitioned into a nervous shake as Hopkins stood at the door. It was just her for the time being. As Aubrey stepped back in fear. Jair took a step forward until both were in the locker room.

Jair Hopkins: You’ve messed with the wroonnngg kind of people, especially me and my crew. I’m going to put something on you.

Aubrey continues to back up in reverse circles, pleading for Jair to not do something crazy or stupid.

AJP: Woah. Please... let's talk about this.

Jair Hopkins: Your ‘Boy Wonder’ isn’t here to save you. He’ll be able to save you after I get my turn.

Jair doesn’t smile at all, a straight face as he stalks the ‘backwards walking’ Aubrey in circles as if doing laps.

AJP: Don’t do something you’re going to regret!

Jair Hopkins: I’m not going to regret nothing at all. You first took it upon yourself to ‘bravely’ attack all three of us, serving us with multiple injuries and then have the audacity to get some douchebags to attack us when we gave you your moment to speak. I regret nothing!

Jair kicks the coffee table over that stood in between the two. Aubrey’s eyes looked like that of someone about to get attacked in a Horror flick. Jair charged at her, looking to take her down but got nothing but carpet.

Aubrey dodged out of the way as she escaped out of the door. Hopkins slammed his fist on the floor as he slowly got up to his feet to exit left being that’s the direction she went. The scene back there cuts back to ringside.

Russ T Nailz: Aubrey gets away yet again. Jair, we’ve never seen him like that before. He wants revenge badly.

Steve Beckett: Revenge he will not get. Aubrey’s smartness will win over Hopkins’s mistakes. He had his chance but let it fall through again.

Russ T Nailz: Well the way things are going, doesn’t look like that’s going to be the last we see of this encounter.

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We cut from commercial to see TJ furiously moving through the hallway, looking for Reaver.

TJ: WHERE IS HE!?!?

Frightened backstage workers get out of the way of the giant.

TJ: REAVER!!!!

TJ approaches a frail worker.

TJ: HAVE YOU SEEN REAVER?!

The frail worker shakes his head

Worker: Ah...ah… one of the guys said he left a storage room on the other side…of the arena.

TJ shoves himself past the worker, knocking him over. Asylum cuts to ringside.

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!



Stenfelder: “On the way to the ring, accompanied by Uncle Charlie and Alec Quartermain, he hails from The Commonwealth Of Virginia and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds…He is the former APW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIIIONNNN... ‘THE MAIN ATTRACTION’ YOUNG MANNIE!

The beginning of "Another Way" airs through the P.A. system building anticipation, As Mannie emerges to a wave of boos, He is lead to the ring by Uncle Charlie & Alec Quartermain. Mannie casually walks down the ramp with his entire glowing in the dark sweatsuit soaking in the hate.

Nailz: After his shocking upset win over Phil Atken two weeks ago, Young Mannie lost the North American Championship to Warren Peace on Meltdown. Mannie's looking to get back in the win column here tonight!

Beckett: I believe that Mannie unfortunately suffered from the big win hangover! He may have gotten a bit too big for his britches after his win against Atken, and Peace took advantage, taking the North American Title in the process!

A custom Dark-Orchid colored stairwell which reads "The-Main-Attraction" is placed in front of the middle apron. Mannie strides up the steps, while the cameraman sits on the middle rope before he enters the ring. Mannie proceeds to hold his arms above his head. He then removes his sweatsuit, handing them off to Quartermain before turning to the ramp to await his opposition.

THIS IS THE YEAR WHERE HOPE FAILS YOU.
THE TEST SUBJECTS RUN THE EXPERIMENTS.
AND THE BASTARD YOU KNOW IS THE HERO YOU HATE.
BUT COHESING, IT'S POSSIBLE IF WE TRY.
THERE'S NO REASON. THERE'S NO LESSON. NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT.
TELL ME RIGHT NOW. WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO LOSE? WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO LOSE?
EXCEPT YOUR SOUL.
WHO'S WITH US?

The harsh nu metal riffs of “Pulse of the Maggots” smashes through the speakers and out storms The GI ready and roaring to kick some ass. He runs out to the top of the ramp and fires an invisible machine gun and screams to the heavens as fully automatic fireworks shoot out of the stage. The GI then salutes before breaking into a full sprint to the ring.

Stenfelder: And from Fort Dodge, Iowa, weighing 254lbs... He is “The GI”!

Nailz: Conspicuous by his absence is Michael Callahan! Considering Mannie's win over Atken last week, I thought for sure that Callahan would be out here to scout him, considering Mannie could be a future contender for the title Callahan is fighting for at RassleMania!

Beckett: Callahan does have that mental evaluation tonight, so that's probably why he's not joining The GI out here tonight. Regardless of the fact that Callahan isn't accompanying him, The GI looks ready to fight here tonight!

He slides underneath the bottom of the ring and glares at his opponents, foaming at the mouth. Already the mist in his eyes and he's seeing red. The GI doesn't even wait for the bell, rushing headlong into Young Mannie! Both men are brawling as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

The GI vs. Young Mannie

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The two men are going back and forth, fast and furious, with the fans getting behind The GI. The GI manages to get Mannie backed into the corner, giving him some hard “Knife Fighting” Elbow Strikes to the face that sends Mannie falling to a seated position. With Mannie seated, The GI proceeds to scrape his boot back and forth across the bridge of Mannie's nose with a brutal Face Wash! The ref's count reaches four before the ref gets in there and pushes The GI back! The GI gives Mannie no time to recover, stepping past the ref and stomping Mannie hard! The GI grabs a hold of the top rope, and begins to Stomp a Mudhole into Mannie, again prompting the ref to begin the count, and pulling The GI back at four! As the ref is admonishing The GI, Mannie rolls out of the ring to regroup. Both Quartermain and Uncle Charlie are there with words of encouragement, but in a flash, The GI shoves the ref out of the way and rushes towards the ropes, diving through for Operation Rolling Thunder! Quartermain pushes Mannie out of the way and takes the full brunt of the move!

Beckett: That's why Young Mannie pays Alec Quartermain top dollar! He just helped Mannie dodge a bullet there!

As The GI is coming back up to his feet, Mannie is right there to give him some clubbing blows to the back. He pulls The GI up by the head, and rolls him back into the ring, giving him a hard Elbow to the forehead! The GI makes his way back up to his feet as Mannie rolls back into the ring. Mannie takes a few steps back from the GI, and once he's to a vertical base, Mannie pulls off a Handspring Reverse Franksteiner, Up in Smoke! He goes for a cover, 1
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Nailz: GI is picking up a head of steam here! Could it be two losses in a row for Mannie?

Beckett: I wouldn't count the former North American Champion out just yet. But I'll tell you what I'm finding surprising, is how this Winnipeg crowd is fully behind The GI!

Nailz: Well I think it's a combination of the fact that they just don't like Mannie, and that perhaps they feel sympathy for The GI having to put up with Callahan all the time!

Beckett: You say that like it's a bad thing! I think Callahan is great!

As Mannie stumbles out of the corner, The GI runs towards the ropes to gain some momentum, but as he reaches Mannie, YM launches him in the air, and catches him on the way down with an Elevated European Uppercut! Mannie stalks him, getting behind his opponent as the GI slowly gets to his feet. Once The GI is up, Young Mannie runs right in and nails the Fatal Attraction, pinning the GI, 1
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Winner: Young Mannie[/center]

“Another Way” hits the speakers again as the ref raises Mannie's arm in victory. Uncle Charlie and Alec Quartermain join Mannie in the ring as he celebrates his victory, while the fans boo loudly!

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Young Mannie!

Quartermain pulls the downed GI up, and Mannie talks some smack towards him before stepping out of the way for Uncle Charlie to light his face up with a Pimp Slap! The fans are booing even louder as Quartermain hoists Mannie up on his shoulders and parades around the ring with Mannie still gloating.

Nailz: That was uncalled for! Mannie already won the match, there was no need for Uncle Charlie to slap the taste out of The GI's mouth!

Beckett: If you would have told me last year that Young Mannie would come back to Asylum and win his first two matches back with the brand, I would have laughed right in your face! If he keeps stringing wins like this together, we could be looking at a top contender here in the Asylum.

Backstage, Jason Kash and Reaver are seen heading down the Hallway.

Kash: Did you hear those people out there! They loved us in a negative way...haha!

Reaver: The sight of TJ laying there, unconscious. What a rush..

The Office of Reginald Schmidt comes into focus as they walk past it. Kash stops and stares at the door.

Kash: I'll catch up with you later, I need to discuss my theme music with the Warden of Asylum.

Reaver: Fine. I'll be in the shadows somewhere..

Reaver dips out of the scene and disappears as Jason Kash steps to the Office door of Reginald Schmidt. Looking over his shoulder in case any of The Pillars or even Shane Borderland come looking for him. No answer. He knocks but he knocks in a very annoying and obnoxious manner.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

Kash: Reginald.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

Kash: Reginald

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

Kash: REGINALD!! ANSWER THE DOOR!!

The Door to the Office is ripped open and standing before Jason Kash is the Asylum General Manager, Reginald Schmidt. He doesn't look happy, he looks a bit angry as he stares at Kash.

Kash: Bout time! Look--

Reginald: Who do you think you are Jason? You will never knock on my door like that again or you will suffer more than just a theme change.

Kash: That's what I am here about. What the hell was that crap? Poop Songs? What gives you that right?

Reginald: Well I am the General Manager of this Show, this is MY show. You'd do well to remember that. As for your music? Suspending you didn't seem to work, you've still carried yourself as you see fit. Locking yourself in a room and putting Johnny Knuckles into the hospital? That wasn't going to go unpunished.

Kash: Johnny Knuckles is GONE! I made that happen, I gave him a new look on life and he THANKED me for it! Look Warden, you want to punish me for bringing you ratings? I'm not Anthony Bailey, I put asses in the seats. I put money in your pocket, I DO! You want to be against me now? I apologize for what is to come Warden. The Asylum just got a bit more dangerous...

Turning, Kash walks off and Reginald waves him off as he shuts his Office Door. APW Asylum cuts to commercial.

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We're back from a commercial break as the backstage camera pans out to reveal the powerful form of the man who shall challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship tonight. Keaton Saint takes his time to soak in the moment, despite being backstage he can hear the crowd in the distance and feel the electric atmosphere in Winnipeg. As Keaton begins to speak, it is with a hint of nervousness. The scope of the night is most certainly affecting him and this is reflected in his speech.

Keaton Saint: Tonight is not an ordinary night, Asylum never is.

Saint holds his palms together before continuing.

Keaton Saint: Every match I have is special, every broadcast of Asylum is important because of the fans who support us every step of the way. However, tonight is just that bit more special and the match I have holds more importance. The step I'm about to take tonight is the sort of step that every fan of the sport lives to see, tonight is the culmination of everything I have worked in APW to achieve. Tonight is more than an opportunity, it's one I cannot allow myself to fail. Some might call this a rise or an ascension, I'm going to stick with what I know and call it what it is. This is a World Heavyweight Championship match and there are very few things in this sport that are as important as this.

Saint kisses his right knuckle before holding it in his left hand.

Keaton Saint: At the last Asylum, I was seconds away from pinning Anthony Bailey and cementing my case for being one of the best wrestlers today. Michael Callahan didn't just take a victory that night, he took away a huge part of my case for competing at the highest level. Had I won that match it would have proven beyond reasonable doubt that I have the credentials and the merit to be one of the best in this company and in the sport. Bailey and Callahan aren't just the competition, they're both great examples of what it takes to set a standard in the ring that few can live up to. But I believe I can live up to it, I believe I can surpass that standard and set my own. I may have lost, but I was not beaten. This means something in the world in wrestling.

Saint paces a couple of times before facing the camera again.

Keaton Saint: Michael Callahan did not pin me, I won't deny that he won the match but I will question his chances at pinning me right up until the point he actually does it. What this means is that I just might have something over the top contender to the most important title on Asylum, when you see the situation like that you begin to realise it's possible that you can best the champion as well. Atken's had my number previously but tonight is a different set of stakes, he's the proven commodity and I am the untested opponent. This is by no means my first wrestling match of great importance but this is a match where Phil Atken does not know how far I can go. And believe me when I say I can go further than him.

Saint raises his arms to demonstrate the potential distance gap between Atken and himself. Saint then lowers his arms and points directly to the camera, pointing towards the viewer knowingly.

Keaton Saint: Perhaps you were looking at Callahan on the last Asylum and asking yourself if he was the next champion. Tonight I get the chance to say you were looking at the wrong guy, I get to say that you should have been looking at me. I'm going to give it everything I have and if it's enough I'm going to be able to claim the one thing I have been unable to do since coming to APW. By rising to the occasion and going beyond one of the great opponents in the sport I get to say that I am the World Heavyweight Champion! History can be written tonight, and that history is my own.

Saint points to himself.

Keaton Saint: Tonight began with a Pillar, I have the chance to end it with the focus on a Pillar. We are the conscious effort to raise the bar and set the standard for professional wrestling is something I vehemently believe in and there is no better way to prove my belief than this match. When the melody hits, I'm going out there with my heart and my soul on the line. I'm giving it my all tonight because that's what being a Pillar means, to give it your all at all times. The bell will ring and that truth shall be unleashed on Phil Atken, what he does to answer it will be the big factor in how this match plays out. But let it be known that I am going to the ring with an absolute refusal to lose, tonight is the chance to make history and I will put everything into making it happen.

Saint opens his arms out wide and begins to embrace an invisible group of people.

Keaton Saint: So please, I implore you all to cheer and to make merry. I want to hear every voice in this arena booming with the passion only a wrestling fan can deliver. I want you all to make the most of tonight but more than that I want you all to remember this night, I want you all to remember what happened when the Saint came marching in.

Saint pauses for a moment and redraws his attention to the camera.

Keaton Saint: Because if I have any say in the matter, it will be unforgettable.

With those final words, the camera cuts away from the backstage area and to a commercial break.

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Adam Stenfelder: The following contest, set for one fall is for the Action Packed Wrestling SUICIDAL CHAMPIONSHIIIIIIPPPPP!

The crowd explodes into cheers as "Hometown Hero" by Big K.R.I.T. begins to blare and fog starts to roll down the entrance way. The arena lights turn blue and the fog creates a haze effect. Anthony "The Promise" Bailey steps out from behind the curtain slowly. He stops for a moment, flashes his signature smile, and looks around the arena. Bailey's eyes widen as he strides to the ring greeting multiple fans. He climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and into the ring.

Adam Stenfelder: First, in the ring, the challenger, from Tampa, Florida, weighing 230 pounds, he is "The Promise" Anthony Bailey!

[glow=brown,2,300]I WANNA GET CHOCOLATE WASTED!!!![/glow]



Here comes the "THE SMOOTH ONE" dressed in jeans and a TDB T-Shirt with "Get Chocolate Wasted" on the back. ”The Smooth One” looks across the arena basking in the cheers of APW faithful. He gingerly strolls to the ring… He enters, and the camera focuses on his sling as he shakes Bailey's hand and raises his arm with his own good arm.

Nailz: William D. Williams is out here to show some support to his fellow Dying Breed member, Anthony Bailey tonight!

Beckett: Yeah well, he'd better watch his back. You know what happened last time he was out here. Just look at his sling!

The haunting and brief vocals of Tina Malia penetrate the arena through its sound system and the crowd erupts with a mixture of cheers and boos as "Nothing Has Been Broken" by Bassnectar blares throughout the arena, causing neon strobes to dance through the crowd. Their reaction only grows louder as Aubrey J. Parker steps out onto the ramp, holding her Suicidal Championship in her left hand and her Tag Team Championship in her right as she surveys the crowd.

Adam Stenfelder: And his opponent... she is one half of the APW Tag Team Champions, and the reigning APW Suicidal Champion... from Pleasanton, California weighing 129 pounds, she is AUBREY J. PARRRRKERRRR!

With a small nod and a smile, Parker walks all the way to the side of the ring, hopping up onto the apron, sliding across with one hand gliding across the middle rope and one pressed to her lips before blowing a long and sensual kiss to the audience, earning a series of cheers from many men and women alike, but boos from a few others. She steps into the ring and the camera pans out to show her reveling in the adulation of the APW faithful, whatever their reaction may be. She makes her way to the turnbuckles, hopping onto them to stare out at the crowd and hold her championships above her head again, laughing a bit as their reaction once again grows loud. She hops down from the turnbuckles and hands her belts to the referee as she stares at Bailey, backing up to lean in the turnbuckles.

Beckett: If looks could kill...

Nailz: Remember, it was AJP that injured William D. Williams here on Asylum a month ago.

Beckett: She did NOT injure him. She aggravated an existing injury!

Nailz: Right... do you think revenge may be on his mind tonight?

Beckett: No. If he's smart, no.

APW Suicidal Championship
Aubrey J. Parker © vs Anthony Bailey w/ William D. Williams Jr.

The bell rings and Aubrey smiles across the ring at Bailey, still leaning in the turnbuckles. Bailey tells her to come to the middle and she just stares, continuing to grin. He makes his move toward her and Aubrey lowers her head a little... and starts to run at Bailey. He braces himself, but Aubrey stops and winks at him.

Bailey, sick of waiting, run at Aubrey- and she ducks, clipping his knee with her shoulder! Bailey yells out and crawls up to his knees, but Aubrey hits the ropes and nails a Shining Calf Kick! She lands on top of Bailey, but he pushes her off before she can get the pin. Aubrey runs and goes for a Jumping Arm Drag, but Bailey plants her to the ground and holds her arm, nailing a Leg Drop across her throat! Aubrey rolls to the ropes and Bailey lifts her up from behind, going for a German Suplex- but Aubrey nails a Low Blow! The crowd boos and Bailey stumbles back!

Nailz: Well that’s not how you break a hold!

Beckett: Suicidal Rules, Russ! She did what she had to do.

Nailz: If her actions over the past weeks are any indication, she did what she wanted to do just then.

Aubrey jumps to the second rope and turns around to hit Bailey with a Springboard Hurricanrana! He’s flipped onto his back from the move and Aubrey waits for him to get up, stalking for seconds until she can grab him in a standing wrist lock. She raises her boot up to his chin and throws herself back, going for the Defamer- but Bailey grabs the top rope! Aubrey hits the ground hard and Bailey forces her up to her feet from behind, taking her to the mat with a Full Nelson Slam! He goes out to the top rope while Aubrey writhes in pain and looks out to the crowd with a nod and then jumps off for a Frog Splash! He hooks both legs.

Beckett: He crushed her!

Nailz: It’s over already!

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Bailey lifts her up in a front facelock and takes her down with a Vertical Suplex. He climbs to the second rope and waits for her to get up before nailing a Diving Reverse Elbow to her temple, knocking her down again! Aubrey crawls for the ropes and Bailey grabs her leg, but he receives an upkick right to his nose for his troubles!! Bailey falls back, holding his nose in shock and Aubrey slides out to the floor. She crawls beneath the ring, searching for something...

Beckett: Bailey’s nose is going to be swollen in the morning, but Aubrey’s trying to get something out from under the ring.

Nailz: Not for long! “The Promise” is right out there after her!

Anthony Bailey slides out of the ring and begins to grab Aubrey, dragging her out. She’s ripped out from under the ring, empty-handed. Bailey goes to drive her face-first into the ring apron, but Aubrey hits him with an elbow to the gut. He recoils and she hits a European Uppercut next! Finally, she takes him to the ground with a Spinning Heel Kick between the eyes! Bailey falls to the ground and Aubrey ducks under the ring again and finally retrieves what she’d been searching for...

Nailz: She has a SLEDGEHAMMER!

Beckett: Well- she did say she hated Bailey.

Bailey sits up and his eyes widen as he sees Aubrey drag the sledgehammer toward him, a wicked grin on her face. He hops up and runs at her. Aubrey starts to raise the hammer, but Bailey hits her with a Clothesline! Aubrey falls and drops the hammer. Bailey reaches under the ring and retrieves a mop. Aubrey crawls toward the sledgehammer and Bailey smacks her across the back with the mop once, twice, thrice- and a fourth time until it snaps. Aubrey falls face-first, an inch from the sledgehammer and the crowd cheers for the newly amped-up, enraged Bailey who searches under the ring again, this time getting a Yield sign. He raises it into the air earning a pop, and slams it down into Aubrey’s back again as she climbs to her feet. She cries out in pain and falls once more. Anthony throws the sign down and Anthony goes under the ring once more, this time retrieving a trash can lid.

Nailz: Anthony Bailey is giving Aubrey J. Parker exactly what she deserves! These people love it!

William D. Williams steps in and says something quietly to Bailey. Bailey doesn’t appear to listen and smashes the lid across the back of Aubrey’s head. She goes woozy and then falls motionless to the mat. Bailey throws the lid into the ring. Williams, with his good arm reaches out to grab Bailey, but Bailey pulls away and lifts Aubrey up in a Fireman’s Carry position. He throws her over the bottom rope and ino the ring, crawling inside. She crawls to the middle of the ring and Anthony lifts up the lid once more, with both hands. Aubrey turns around and Bailey lifts it above his head- and Aubrey runs at him, wrapping him up for a Crucifix Pin! The ref counts!

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Nailz: AJP almost surprised Bailey there! His emotions almost got the better of him!

Beckett: He’s trying to injure Aubrey’s pretty face, and he’s forgetting about the title on the line in this match!

Nailz: Bailey said he doesn’t care about becoming a Grand Slam Champion this week- he just wanted to avenge his brothers and teach Aubrey J. Parker a lesson. So far he’s been doing it.

Bailey catches AJP with a forearm when they both return to their feet. She falls to the mat, but climbs up once more... and Anthony lifts up the trash can lid and smashes it over her skull. Parker falls to the mat.

Beckett: NOOO!

Williams shakes his head and Bailey stares down at AJP for a moment before he goes out to the top. AJP slowly climbs to her feet and Bailey leaps off for the Flying Clothesline- but Aubrey catches his arm and brings her boot to his chin in one swift motion, falling to her back to nail the inverted face stomp- the Defamer!

Nailz: DEFAMER OUT OF NOWHERE!

Bailey hits the mat, limp, and Aubrey J. Parker hooks his far leg while the referee emphatically makes the count.

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Beckett: The bastard kicked out!

Nailz: That’s the heart of our former World Heavyweight Champion!

Aubrey looks at the referee in shock and then looks around the ring... the trash can lid has been folded and destroyed. Her eyes shoot to the outside and she slides out, grabbing the sledgehammer to a pop from the crowd. Aubrey slides into the ring with her eyes on Anthony. William yells for her to stop on the outside. Anthony is slowly climbing up and Aubrey raises the sledgehammer up like a spear, waiting for him to turn around... by now, the crowd is roaring, unanimously on their feet. Anthony finally turns around and Aubrey charges him, thrusting the sledgehammer into his skull!

Nailz: No, Aubrey!

But Bailey moves his head with just centimeters to spare! The sledgehammer roughly hits the mat and Bailey lifts Aubrey up, hitting a Flapjack! She gets to her feet again and Bailey takes her down with a Clothesline. She gets up once more and Bailey nails a running reverse elbow, taking her to the ground. Aubrey gets up into a knee to the gut followed by an Irish Whip. Bailey goes for a Back Body Drop, but Aubrey lands on her feet behind him and hits the ropes! When Bailey turns around, Aubrey hits a Leg Lariat! He gets up and she lands the Corkscrew Neckbreaker! She pins him...

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Aubrey doesn’t seem surprised by it and she rolls her eyes before sliding out of the ring. She goes out to ringside and grabs an empty chair next to Steve Beckett and the commentary table.

Beckett: It’s not looking good for Bailey, ha!

Aubrey closes the chair and climbs to the top turnbuckle, waiting for Bailey to get to his feet. Bailey finally gets up and turns around... Aubrey dives off the top and holds the chair in front of her feet as she performs a Flying Front Dropkick! The crowd erupts and Bailey falls to the ground in a heap.

Nailz: Anthony Bailey’s head just got taken off!

Aubrey lands next to him and she lies in pain for a few seconds while Bailey coughs, hardly moving. She casts an arm over his chest after a few seconds, trying weakly to reach for his inner leg.

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Winnipeg is explosive as Anthony Bailey kicks out and Aubrey looks to be near tears. She gives the referee a venomous glare and William slaps the apron, encouraging both competitors. Aubrey glances at the sledgehammer and wastes no time walking toward it. She lifts it up and Anthony climbs to his knees. Aubrey runs toward him- and Anthony tackles her around her waist! Again, the hammer falls from her hands and Anthony lifts her up for a Powerbomb but drops her face-first over his shoulders at the last minute, sending Aubrey crashing rib-first onto her steel chair! She groans and climbs up. Anthony runs to the ropes in front of her and hits a Springboard Back Kick! Aubrey hits the ground and rolls across the mat, but once again, cradles the sledgehammer! Anthony runs toward her and Aubrey swings the sledgehammer at his ribs!

Nailz: No, God---!

But Anthony avoids it by inches! He grabs the hammer and ribs it out of Aubrey’s hands! He raises it above his head and the crowd cheers loudly! Aubrey backs all the way into the corner and Anthony yells at her “YOU DESERVE IT!” but Aubrey reaches up and grabs the ropes and swings herself up, bringing both feet into Anthony’s chest. He stumbles back and drops the sledgehammer. Aubrey runs at Anthony and nails a Shining Wizard! She tries to transition it into the Hurricanrana for the Frankenwizard- but Bailey catches her and flips her into a Scoop Slam position, before dropping her with a Sitout Scoop Slam Piledriver!

Beckett: He just dropped Aubrey on her head with Guaranteed Success!

Nailz: It’s over! New Suicidal Champion!

Bailey covers both legs and the crowd chants along with the ref’s count!

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Beckett: Bailey looks like he just got shot!

Bailey does look shocked by the kickout and AJP is sitll motionless. He looks down at her for a few moments and then nods to himself. He starts to drag Aubrey to her feet, but suddenly the crowd begins to boo...

Nailz: What in the hell are they doing-?!

William D. Williams Jr. turns around in shock as Kaylyn James Evans spins him around. She waves at him- and from the side, Williams is grabbed by Christian Kane and thrown into the steel steps viciously, bad-arm first! Williams cries out in pain and just as quickly as they came, the tag team of Christian Kane and Kaylyn James Evans turns and sprints away, up the ramp and toward the back! Anthony stands on the apron in shock.

Nailz: What was THAT about!? They had NO business out here during this Suicidal Championship match! No business putting their hands on William D. Williams!

Beckett: He shouldn’t have been out here. It’s his own fault, you know.

Anthony starts to drop down to check on William, but remembers Aubrey and turns around as she tries to make a grab for him on the apron! He clocks her with an elbow to the mouth and Aubrey hits the mat. Anthony shoots a worried look at William but gets back into the ring and looks down at the sledgehammer. The crowd grows loud and Anthony looks into them and kneels down, lifting it up. Finally, Aubrey climbs to her feet, right in front of him, unable to go anywhere- stuck in the center of the ring.

Beckett: He’s gonna kill her. Bailey is about to KILL Parker for everything she’s done!

Bailey grips the sledgehammer in his right hand and waits for Aubrey J. Parker to reach her feet, and she stares down at it, slowly looking up at Anthony Bailey. Bailey’s eyes are burning with anger and the arm holding the hammer is shaking.

Nailz: Here we go...!!

Bailey lifts the hammer, but Aubrey runs forward and throws her legs around Bailey’s waist, and her arms around Bailey’s neck! Bailey hesitates, still holding the hammer... and then Parker presses her lips against his in a passionate kiss!

Beckett: Whaaa..!

Bailey drops the sledgehammer in shock and after four, perhaps five seconds, Aubrey drops down from his arms. Bailey looks at her in shock... and looks to be ready to go right back on the offensive, but out of nowhere, Parker jumps into the air and brings him head-first to the ground with the Leaping Reverse STO, the Makeunder! Anthony bounces onto his back from the impact and Parker lies across him with a smirk as the referee makes the count!

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The bell sounds and the crowd grows loud with mixed emotions as “Nothing Has Been Broken” plays through the arena and the referee helps Aubrey to her feet, handing her the bedazzled Suicidal Championship, then her Tag Team Championship.

Adam Stenfelder: Your winner and STILL the APW Suicidal Champion, Aubrey J. PARRRKKERRRR!

She grins and holds both of them above her head. She looks down at Bailey who is barely moving on the ground and finally turn and exits the ring, also stopping to look at Williams who is leaning on the steel steps, clutching his arm while EMTs come down to the ring to assist him.

Nailz: Well, I’m not sure why Kaylyn and Kane came out here to interfere with yet another match, but this time they may have seriously hurt William D. Williams, who is already injured!

Beckett: I told you, he brought this on himself.

Nailz: In any event, Aubrey J. Parker retains her Suicidal Championship against Anthony Bailey after some unorthodox offense in the end there- quite the lip lock!

Beckett: It worked, didn’t it?

Nailz: Well, those kind of tactics won’t work at Rasslemania in the Tag Team title match, and they won’t work against Jair Hopkins, who’s still on the hunt for AJP.

We cut from ringside to see TJ back in the hallways, still searching for Reaver.

TJ: REAVER!

TJ approaches another backstage worker.

TJ: WHERE’S THE STORAGE ROOM!?

The worker point to two doors as TJ follows the directions. He opens the doors.

HAHAHAheheheAHAHA

TJ cracks his neck as he enters the storage room, shutting the door behind him. The click of the door’s lock is heard followed by the crash of body against wall as we cut to commercial.

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Stenfelder: The Following Match is a Tag Team Competition and it is set for ONE Fall. Introducing first from Brookyln, New York! Put your hands together for the Lovely, the sexy, "THE PERFECT 10" KAAAYYYYLYYYN JAAAMMESSS EVVVAAANNNSS!!

"What you get is what you see
it won't take much to get hooked on me
so shoot me right into your skin
and i will be your heroin

the sideaffects are sexual
are you down for a taste?
the sideaffects are sexual
and you love the way i say

I'm your favorite drug
your favorite drug
just one hit is never enough
i'm your favorite drug
your favorite drug
you cant break this addiction no.
your favorite drug...."

The lyrics to Porcelian and the Tramps- I'm Your Favorite Drug continued to play over the PA system as the lights fade putting the arena into total darkness. Just as the chorus would end there is a bang as the lights turn back on full blast and a cloud of smoke is on the entrance way with a figure standing within it. The chorus starts up once more but this time with the lyrics included is none other then Kaylyn Evans who steps out from within the smokey patch on the stage. As the chorus was being heard throughout the crowd a smiling Kaylyn Evans was on her way down the ramp with a stride that showed nothing but confidence in herself no matter what the outcome of today's event's would be.

Beckett: Good gracious she is fine!

Nailz: She is surely easy on the eyes, it's just too bad she doesn't have a beautiful personality to match her beautiful looks!

Dressed in a black and lime green set of attire Kaylyn flaunts her body as she walks past the fans. Reaching the bottom of the ramp way Kaylyn stops and turns to the right heading around the ring and towards the far steps to ascend them and make her way onto the apron. Crossing the apron she stands there looking out at the fans. Hooking her arms on the top rope, in perfect Kaylyn fashion, she flipped back over the top rope and into the ring where she made her way around the ring looking out at all the fans in the arena, booing and not. As the music would cut Kaylyn would be focused and ready for what was to come.

SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME!

The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as Christian Kane makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage, his two strippers in tow. Red and white lights focus on the Canadian Sensation and flash rapidly, drawing attention to him with the lights illuminating his body.

Stenfelder: And her partner, HAILING From Toronto, Ontario, Canada!! "The Canadian Sensation", "The ORIGINAL Bad Boy"...CHRRRIISSTTTIAN KAAANE!!!

Grabbing his girls by the hair Kane tells the camera to ‘watch this’ before engaging a three way French kiss with his strippers. This lasts for 3 or 4 seconds before Kane lets go of the girls and pushes them aside, beginning to strut down the ramp as he slicks back his hair. He stops at ringside, looking around the arena with a smirk on his face which quickly turns to disgusted scowl as fans let Kane know exactly what they think of him.

Nailz: Wow..

Beckett: I know...LUCK-EE!

Nailz: Not what I was thinking.

As the music continues to play, Kane waves a dismissive hand and makes his way around to the left side of the ring, walks up the steel steps then climbs the turnbuckle. With one foot on the top turnbuckle and one on the second rope, Kane holds his arms out to his side again and tenses his muscles, inciting an extremely loud negative reaction from the audience in attendance once more. With a smug look on his face, Kane now hops off the turnbuckle and into the ring.

Walking across the ring the Canadian Sensation jumps on the second rope, posing again as jeers from the die-hard APW faithful are mixed among high pitched cheers from the females in attendance, most notably Kane’s girls. As the music slowly fades, Kane hops off the turnbuckle and walks to his corner, preparing for the match ahead.

Stenfelder: And their Opponents...Introducing First! A member of The Dying Breed! He hails from The Bronx, New York! Please put your Hands together for JAAIRRR HOPPKINNNSS!!!

The lights grow dim…

“Ohhhh, … the fire, the fire…”

“Ohhhh, … the fire, the fire…”

Jair comes from out of the back as he begins pounding his chest, hyping himself up with the crowd. The entrance ramp resembles that of a fire as the tron and the background visually shows flames. Hopkins bows his head as he bounces his head to the beat. He begins his process of walking down the ramp as the fans look for their favorite to greet them with hand slaps. Jair does so equally on both sides before reaching to the end of the ramp.

“One love, one game, one desire
One flame, one bonfire, let it burn higher
I never show signs of fatigue or turn tired
cause I'm the definition of tragedy turned triumph …”

Staring at the ring, he bounces up and down, getting ‘loose’ before gaining a running start and sliding into the ring. He gets to both feet with quickness as he raises both arms up, pointing up high with the hand symbol of his crew, “The Dying Breed” as he climbs the nearest corner top rope. Again, he poses with the TDB hand symbol as the fans cheer for him. Hopping down, he smacks his head once to get into focus as he sits patiently in the corner, ready to do battle.

Beckett: He's also been known as Jair Jair Binks but that's neither here nor there...

Nailz: Jair Hopkins is far too great of an athlete for you to be demeaning him in that way!

Stenfelder: And his Opponent! Also hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! He is ONE Half of the APW Tag Team Champions!! Please welcome...Logan "Chaos Stryke" ALLLEXXAANNNDERRR!!!!

The lights dim and as the opening chords of ‘Endless Possibility’ start to play and the name ‘Logan Alexander’ appears on the tron. The crowd begins to cheer even though Logan doesn’t emerge from the entry way, while a video package covering many of his APW matches and several other older ones from other feds plays on the tron. One section of the crowd begins to buzz more loudly than the others, and the camera quickly focus on that section of it. Logan comes into view shortly after with the APW Tag Team championship wrapped around his waist. His expression is cool and focused as he makes his way through the crowd towards the ringside area, acting as if they weren’t even there.

Once at the ringside barricade, he places his hands on it and practically vaults over it, into the ringside area. Logan climbs the ring steps and steps onto the ring apron. He climbs into the ring, watching his opponent as he does so, and moves into one corner. There, he removes and drops his jacket to one of the ring side technicians, then approaches the referee and hands over his championship to him. He eyes hardly move from his opponent as he moves back to the corner and leans against it, waiting for the opening bell.

Nailz: These two teams are completely different from the other. Kane and KJE have worked together before while Hopkins is standing with his back being watched by someone NOT a member of The Dying Breed. How much trust can those two have with each other?

Beckett: I'd tell you if it was me out there right now? I'd trust a stranger only as much as I hated my opponent and that's what these men need to do to stand a chance against Kane and KJE here tonight. Not that they have a chance...

Christian Kane & KJE Vs. Jair Hopkins & Logan Alexander

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Logan pats Hopkins and notions that he'll kick things off as KJE steps in and claims her side. Hopkins claps trying to get the support of the audience as he stands on the ring apron at his team's corner. Kane whispers into KJE's ear as if going over a game plan. The bell rings and KJE begins to skip sideways as they begin to circle each other. Coming in first is Logan and he goes in to lock up, KJE locks up but drives a quick knee in Logan's gut. She knows better than to measure strength with him and goes on an assault. Leg kicks, repeatedly slapping against the back of Logan's right leg. He pops up off his leg as it slaps against him and begins to sting. He comes in hard and locks up with KJE, walking her back into the ropes behind her.

He pushes her back as far as he can and then pulls her, whipping her across the ring. KJE does a front hand stand and bounces off the far ropes with her legs as Logan comes chasing behind her. She whips her legs back, twisting at the body and kicking Logan with two quick kicks to the face. She leaps and lands on her feet before whipping around and taking Logan down with a Spinning Wheel Kick. She smiles and waves at the crowd before stepping over and slapping the hand of Christian Kane. The referee signals that a tag has been made.

Nailz: Kaylyn seems to be high spirits right now, she looked pretty good in there!

Beckett: Psh, she always looks good! Now Christian Kane comes in and cleans house, ends this match. Watch..

Kane steps over to a rising Logan and is surprised when Logan leaps up and hits a well placed Enziguri to the back of Christian Kane's head. Kane wobbles, taking a few steps forward before flopping down into the canvas face first. Logan gets to his feet and drops an elbow into Kane's back. Returning to his feet, Logan drags Kane over to his corner and makes the tag to Jair Hopkins. The referee once again makes it known, clapping his own hands together as a signal.

Hopkins leaps over the ropes, sprung full of energy as he rips Kane off the canvas and shoves him backed into a turnbuckle. Hopkins quick on his feet rushes across the ring, hitting the ropes hard and fast. He comes in with tremendous speed and jumps off his feet to hit a Stinger Splash on Christian Kane. Hopkins comes off the splash, turns and rushes to hit the adjacent ropes. He once again springs off the ropes and comes in yet again, taking air and looking to hit another Stinger Splash but Christian Kane has already bursted from the corner and hits a beautiful Busaiku Knee Kick that plants to Hopkins chest. The crowd erupts with both men having been off their feet, the action being enjoyed by all watching.

Beckett: SICK! Christian Kane showing why the future of APW is in firm hands if he's leading the growth!

Nailz: What a way to take the surprise factor back from Hopkins and Alexander..

Christian Kane gets up and instantly drops back down into an elbow drop. He returns to his feet and then proceeds to drop 4 more in session. He pops up for the last time and smiles at Logan before dropping one final Elbow Drop. This time Hopkins tightly rolls out of the ring and Kane slams down into the canvas. Hopkins walking along the ring apron on the ring side floor, hops up onto the ring apron and dips through the ropes, reentering the ring. Christian Kane is up again and turns as Jair Hopkins comes in quick, having lost a little speed from being dazed but the man still hurries along. Hopkins ducks a sloppy clothesline and leaps up to spring board off the ropes near Logan. Hopkins twists around and goes for a Catching Tornado DDT and connects, planting Christian Kane hard into the canvas.

Nailz: What a move by Jair Hopkins!

Beckett: Do you think there is any love lost due to M&M taking the Tag Titles from The Dying Breed? I would much enjoy these two men turning on each other, THAT would be for some exciting moments here tonight!

Hopkins gets up and backs into his corner, making the tag to Logan. Entering the ring, Logan rips Kane off the canvas and snaps a Knife Edge Chop into his chest. Kane stumbles back and Logan does it again and again until Kane curls up to cover his chest and turns from the stinging pain. Logan stands patient as Christian Kane turns back around and then Logan jumps up, going for a Double Knee Facebuster but Christian Kane blocks it. Logan lands on his back and Christian Kane quickly snatches a leg and rolls Logan onto his stomach, locking in a Single Leg Crab. Kane pulls back, arching himself to increase the pain applied to Logan's leg and Logan screams out. KJE pops in the ring as does Hopkins and the two rush at each other. KJE flips up onto Hopkins and hits a Hurricanrana.

Logan drags himself and Kane closer to the ropes. The fans on their feet cheer for Logan to reach the ropes and break the submission. Kane has different plans and plants his feet and begins walking the Single Crab to the center of the ring. Logan cries out in pain as KJE stomps down onto the back shoulder blades of Logan. Jair Hopkins gets up and rushes to his partners aid. Hitting a diving forearm to the side of Christian Kane's head. As Hopkins pops up again, he turns around right into a Spear by the hands of Kaylyn James Evans. The crowd instantly goes into a roar of booing.

Nailz: The people have spoken, they dislike KJE!

Beckett: Whatever, they're jealous! Kash is a lucky man!

Nailz: Some would say Christian Kane has also had that same "luck" if you catch my drift.

Beckett: That's a lady right there! She wouldn't hurt her image, her HONOR like that!

The Referee regains control of the match, shoving at KJE to exit the ring and helping Hopkins do the same. Christian Kane leaning against the ropes watches as Logan Alexander uses the the ropes across the ring to pull himself up. His leg looks to be in some pain. As Logan limps you can tell he isn't putting too much weight on it as he tries to make the tag to Hopkins. Christian Kane bursts off the ropes and rushes across the ring, he pegs Hopkins with a forearm of his own and then turns to Logan only to get tossed from the ring. The crowd erupted with cheers for that one. Logan gets to his corner and Jair Hopkins climbs back up to the ring apron and makes the tag. Hopkins remains on the outside ring apron, turning to where Kane is located, he rushes along the apron and dives off into a Senton, slamming against Kane and putting them both against the ring side floor. The crowd eats it up!

Nailz: These people are loving the Tag Team Action on Asylum! We need those Tag Titles defended here, been a while.

Beckett: We might not get the belts defended here but the last two Tag Champions are officially Asylum teams. That should say something!

The referee begins the count as Hopkins returns to his feet and rolls into the ring. He moves to his corner and begins talking with Logan. Kaylyn James drops down off the ring apron and rushes around to Christian Kane. She helps him up and puts him onto the ring apron. Jair Hopkins looks over and spots KJE, they lock eyes and she breaks into a run back to her corner. Hopkins runs and hits a Baseball slide trying to hit KJE but she moves out of the way. Hopkins tries to catch his balance but KJE swiftly kicks him to the balls and drops him with a big DDT. A fan tries grabbing out at her but misses and she swats the air towards him and goes back to her corner. Kane rolls in the ring and while on his side just inside the ropes, he reaches up and grabs the middle rope. He pulls himself up and wobbles as he walks forward. He falls twice as he makes his way to his corner to make the tag. Jair Hopkins rolls into the ring at the count of 8.

Kane makes the tag and KJE jumps up, springing off the top rope and gliding over Christian Kane's head, coming down and landing a Leg Drop to the back of Jair Hopkins head. She rolls him over and goes for a pin attempt but his legs are still under the ropes. She goes to dragging him into the ring but it takes her a minute. When she finally gets his feet right inside the ropes, she drops and makes the cover attempt.

1
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Kickout.

Kaylyn looks annoyed. She sits up on her knees and looks at the referee. She slaps the back of Hopkins head before she stands to her feet. Hopkins begins to push up onto his hands and knees as KJE rushes across the ring, hits the ropes, and comes back with speed moving her. She goes for a Shinning Wizard but Hopkins ducks it. KJE keeps her balance but Hopkins jumps from his knees to his feet in one swoop, snatching KJE from behind and hitting a Reverse Facebuster he calls "Bread N' Butter". The fans blow up with excitement as Hopkins snaps back and lays on his back, KJE squirms and curls up after rolling onto her side.

Beckett: COME ON KAY!!

Nailz: Hopkins is finding his spots and taking them, he can win this match!

As Jair Hopkins begins to get to his feet, he stumbles and falls into a stretched out arm, making the tag to Logan Alexander. He hurries over and grabs both legs of KJE. He drags her with ease to the center of the ring, holding her by both legs, Logan looks over his shoulder at Kane and gives him a grin. Logan locks in his "Perfect Chaos Theory" but as he turns and bends her legs he sees Christian Kane entering the ring.

As he goes to let loose his Submission Finisher, Jair Hopkins comes leap frogging over his head. The fans erupt with cheers as Hopkins hits a Running Crossbody on Christian Kane and both of them flop over the top ropes and plunge to the outside. Logan tightens the submission and KJE has no choice but to submit and does so repeatedly. The referee calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING!

Winners: Logan Alexander & Jair Hopkins

Stenfelder: Your Winners via Submission...LOGAN ALEXANDER AND JAIR HOPKINS!!!

Nailz: What a victory! What a save by Jair Hopkins! They worked WELL as a unit here tonight and proved that they can step in there with anyone!

Beckett: That bastard hurt Kaylyn...What a jerk!!

The match comes to a close and suddenly “Nothing Has Been Broken” by Bassnectar starts playing. The crowd erupts, split 50/50 with their decision, unsure of whether to cheer or boo the forthcoming Suicidal and Tag Team Champion.

Beckett: It's AJP, again!

Hopkins grows alert as he looks around. He turns his head to the left as his eyes stall on the entrance ramp where Aubrey J. Parker can be seen standing up there. Jair angrily goes for the exit. Logan Alexander latches onto Hopkins but Hopkins quickly sends a quick kick right to the shin. Logan releases out of pain as Hopkins bails out of the ring and up the ramp. Shortly after, Logan Alexander follows.

Russ T Nailz: Hopkins is resilient. He’s set out to get Aubrey before this night is over.

Steve Beckett: Not going to happen. She knows what he’s trying to do. Jair better be insured by All-State because he’s going to need to be in good hands once Logan Alexander catches up to him.

[biggs]

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, AUBREYYY!!!”

An angered soul in Jair Hopkins searched the garage area of the MTS Centre in Winnipeg as he tracked her steps from the moment he went into the back. Seemingly tired and exhausted, he stays on the hunt for Aubrey J Parker. No sounds, no nothing except for what cars enter and leave. He hears nothing. Looking around all corners of him, there’s nothing.

Jair Hopkins: I KNOW YOU’RE IN HERE!!!

His yell carries throughout the garage in a echo as he steadily walks forward. He comes to a stop before turning around and walking back slowly, checking through all of the parked vehicles in attendance.

BAMMMMM!!!!!!!!

That was the sound of Hopkins getting speared from the side and bouncing off the back of a Land Rover as his body collapsed to the ground, in pain, cringing in the fetal position. Who was it that attacked him?

Russ T Nailz: LOGAN ALEXANDER WITH A MONSTROUS SPEAR OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!

Steve Beckett: That was picture-perfect! Man, that was awesome!

Russ T Nailz: Hopkins needs help back there, looks like he’s bleeding out of the mouth!

Logan kneels over Hopkins looking angry at first, then almost apologetic.

Logan Alexander: I'm sorry, Jair... I did not want to do that. Regardless of what Aubrey did to the Dying Breed, I won't just let you try to hurt her outside of the ring.

Logan then stands over Hopkins as Hopkins lay on the cold concrete, blood slowly coming out of the left side of his mouth. Logan breathes deeply and shakes his head slightly. Out of the corner view is Aubrey J. Parker who looks down at the damage done to Hopkins. He looks at Aubrey... but says nothing.

AJP: We need to go... NOW.

Aubrey grabs Logan by the hand as they walk off in a hastily fashion, leaving Hopkins alone. We see a white limousine pull past Hopkins, and two doors open as M&M enter it, with Logan pausing to look back at his handiwork. There is a brief look of sadness on his face before he disappears into the limo. The camera fades to black on Hopkins who rolls onto his stomach and brings his fingers to his lips, mopping up some of the blood. Asylum cuts back out ringside.

Adam: Please welcome at this time, the President of Action Packed Wrestling. HURRRICANE…..JEEEEEF!

“Raining Blood” by Slayer hit’s the PA. The crowd goes nuts as President Jeff walks out from behind the curtain.

Nailz: Its great to keep seeing the boss on Asylum.

Beckett: I wonder what he has to say here tonight.

Jeff makes his way down to the ring, slapping the hands of a few fans before walking up the ring steps. Jeff walks half way down the ring apron and enters the ring through the top and middle rope.

Nailz: Last week, we saw President Jeff take part in the arrest of Stefan Raab.

Beckett: And the next day, we learned on Actionpackedwrestling.com that Jeff was the one who bailed Raab out.

Jeff gets a Microphone and goes to the middle of the ring. His music cuts out as he slowly lifts the microphone to his mouth and speaks.

Jeff: Here we are, the last Asylum show before Rasslemania IX. We are two weeks away from the biggest event in the world. And at Rasslemania IX, this year, My opponent, none other than, Stefan Raab.

The crowd boo’s at the mention of Raab.

Jeff: Now two weeks ago, you all witness Stefan Raab being arrested and charged with assault after attacking some fans. Something like that, Raab could have been locked up for a very long time. However, the great boss that I am, I worked day and night to have Raab’s sentence reduced to the point where I was able to bail him out.

And I know, you all would have loved for me to leave him in jail and let him rot. However, Hurricane Jeff takes care of his talent. I don’t care what the talent thinks of me, or what I think of them, I would have done it for anyone.

A fan yells out “TREVOR BLACKWELL”

Jeff: Haha, Yes, even Trevor Blackwell.

But the question I’ve been getting is why? Why do it. As a business man, its pretty simple. You people hate Stefan Raab. And you people love to see Stefan Raab get his butt kicked. Well, Raab can’t get his butt kicked while in jail. Something else could happen to his butt, butt kicking isn’t one of them. And as a business man, having Stefan Raab in APW, and making sure Raab appears at Rasslemania IX is good for business. Plus, I want Raab to have all the time in the world, to prepare for our match in two weeks from now. I want Raab to be as ready as possible. I want take away any excuses Raab may have after I beat him in the middle of the ring at Rasslemania.

The crowd cheers, and then the cheer’s quickly turn into boo’s as Stefan Raab’s music hits with him wearing a suit. Stefan claps at Jeff because he knew that he finally had guts to trash talk him down as he got into the ring and begins to speak.

Stefan Raab: Has someone actually found their balls, to say something about me? About bloody time because I thought you was too much of a pussy to do that, especially when all you have done all of this time is hiding behind Mark Mania, and being in your office all the time. Are you treating him as your new pet, kissing his backside?

Stefan pauses for a while as the fans were booing Stefan as he continues to speak more.

Stefan Raab: Oh so you went to explain why you bailed me out because you think, I'm good for business? Duh you stupid man. That's what our match is about isn't it, about us billionaires going at it making money for your stupid, big event you always run every year. I don't think you get the fact that I really don't like you because of you handing wrestlers title shots in APW without deserving anything to get them, unless you like to get them to suck your dick so good.

Also explain why the blue hell have I been facing Slade Craven ever since I came back from my suspension? It really does show how bad of an owner you really are, on booking me in the same matches over and over again.

Jeff: Really Raab. Do you even listen to yourself when you speak. First of all, You fighting Slade Craven, I don’t pick your opponents Raab. I hired Reginald to do that. You could be losing to Mr. Dangerous every night for all I care. Second of all, I’ve been in this business long enough Raab that I’ve learned that I can’t please everyone. And that fact that you say you don’t like me, I could care less. You talk a big game, you act like your some bad ass, talking crap about me. But guess what Raab, rather you want to admit it or not, there’s something about APW that you love. And I say that Raab, because I don’t force anyone to work for me. The fact that you claim to hate me so much, yet, still work for me, just speaks volumes.

I’ve seen guys like you before Raab. They think they are big shots. They think they deserve everything. So what do they do when things don’t go their way, they come after the boss. They try to make a name for themselves by coming after the guy at the top, which is me. Your not the first guy Raab who’s come after me. Look at what happened to Nathaniel Havok. I embarrassed him in his home town last year at Rasslemania. Now he’s back and he’ll never be the same again, because I killed his credibility. Trevor Blackwell, for years tried to take me down. Even tried to take APW down, and look at him, the biggest joke to ever stepped into an APW ring. And that’s not even the half of it Raab. You think by fighting me, and thinking you’ll beat me will solve all your problems, but guess what, it won’t. It won’t change a damn thing Raab. Because in two week’s, at Rasslemania, MY EVENT, after I beat you, after you lose to a man who hasn’t been in the ring in a year, your career will spin in a downward spiral, even more than it already has. And after Rasslemania is done Raab, maybe, just maybe, you’ll pull your head out of your ass long enough, to realize that all this time you’ve spent, coming after me, was the downfall of your time here in APW, when you should be focused on the current talent on Asylum and focus on studying them.

Stefan cuts Jeff off

Stefan Raab: I know all too well who books matches around here and of course you are behind the match arrangements, as well as Reginald Schmidt, but mostly you. Oh that stupid comment you made, about how it speaks volumes on me working for you, when there are a few wrestlers that don't like you, just as much as I do and they work for you, but your too afraid to do something about it. You are officially stupid, especially when I stabbed you in the back to represent a different company, at Survive and Conquer rumble event since I refused to kiss your backside, and if I left APW then I wouldn't be able to face you at Rasslemania would I?

The crowd booed at Stefan as he was flat out hitting back at the comments that Jeff said about Stefan and he continues to speak.

Stefan Raab: Funny that you said that you can't please everyone when actually you have pleased everyone in the Asylum locker room, handing them title shots especially ones that got drafted after me, while I had to deal with Craven these last few months. It's sickening how untrue that statement is.

Does it look like I give a damn on what you did to Havok and Blackwell, in the last few years, and what they tried to do? No I don't because I'm nothing like those two. Just because you defeated Havok and fired him last year, that doesn't mean that it will happen to me because I know you won't do anything to fire my ass, since you haven't done anything apart from attacking me at Survive and Conquer event and getting me arrested two weeks ago, while I have done everything to make sure I have caused you hell, and making sure that our match for Mania is going to happen.

Stefan then continues talking to Jeff.

Stefan Raab: I didn't want to face anybody on the Asylum roster because they are irrelevant to me now, and plus I can always face them in the ring any other day. You on the other hand, I won't be able to, and that's why I called you out than those Asylum dick riders, because I know that Rasslemania is the only event that I will be able to face you, and that you stuck up for Yarmouth as well, made me want to hate you, and face you in the ring even more. How did that turn out on you defending for Yarmouth's ass? Oh that's right he left, because I got into his head and you couldn't do anything, because you saw me as a threat.

I can't wait to embarrass you in front of your home crowd, showing you that me calling you out was worth it, since nobody else in APW had the guts to challenge you for a match at Rasslemania, cos they are afraid of you. It will be me that will be victorious not you because I have confidence and how I actually make more money than you do with the APW company.

Jeff: You know what Raab, I don’t know who your trying to convince, everyone or yourself. The more you talk, the more you sound like a complete Jackass.

The crowd cheers and then they start a Jackass chant towards Raab, which is getting Raab angry

Jeff: Yes you hate me Raab, and I may never be able to change that fact. But here are the facts Raab. Fact, I don’t care about you. Fact, at Rasslemania, I will kick your ass. Fact, I will prove at Rasslemania just how much of a Jackass you are. You think your going to embarrass me in my home town on March 24th. Reality check Raab, I have 70 thousand plus strong cheering for me and chanting my name. And at the end of the day, this is my event, I am MR. RASSLEMANIA and I will prove it. Because I will not let me fans, my friends and my family down. At Rasslemania, I will make all of them proud. At Rasslemania, I will come out on top, and at Rasslemania Raab, THRU HOWLING WINDS……AND POURING RAIN…..YOU WILL FEAR………

President Jeff raises the mic in the air

Crowd: THE HURRICANE!

Jeff and Raab stand face to face in the middle of the ring as “Raining Blood” by Slayer hit’s the PA.

Nailz: Man, things are really heating up between these two and I can’t wait to see them go at it at Rasslemania.

Beckett: Its gonna be a hell of a match, that’s for sure, one that many people will be watching.

Jeff and Raab continue to look at each other as the scene fades out.

[biggs]

Nailz: We’re about to see Reaver take on Shane Borderland, but we haven’t seen Reaver or TJ come out of that storage room.

The door swings open and out walks Reaver, some blood wiped across his chest and blood coming from his mouth. He spits the blood out, looks back at the inside of the room and smiles before shutting the door.

Beckett: Is that TJ’s blood on his chest?

Nailz: I...don’t know.

Stenfelder: The next contest is a Single Falls Match. Introducing the first competitor from New Orleans, Louisiana! Give it up for "The Bad Boy" SHANE BORRRDERRRLAAAANDD!!!

As the lights dim throughout the arena, red strobe lights start shining everywhere as the sound of "Wanted Man" by Rev Theory blairs through the arena. Shane Borderland slowly comes out behind the curtain and stops when he reaches the top of the ramp and looks throughout the crowd. He raises his arms up in the air as the crowd boo’s him. He starts walking down the ramp looking side to side at the crowd. He jumps up on the apron, and turns an looks at the crowd and shakes his head. He goes through the middle rope and hops up on the turnbuckle and extends his arms before jumping off the turnbuckle, ready to compete.

Stenfelder: And his opponent...The Man Behind the Mask! The one from The Bronx...RRRRREEAAAVVVERRR!!!

"My Own Hell" by Five Finger Death Punch plays. After a few seconds, Reaver darts out and grabs the dreads on his mask. He goes to the top of the ramp and stares at the crowd. He tilts his head and storms down to the ring. He heads to the back of the ring and sits in the corner rocking back and forth before standing up; hops around in the corner with a stern focused look ready to attack.

Beckett: Both men having ties to each other but almost no connection between them other than Jason Kash. Which of these men have the best chance here tonight?

Nailz: You have to look at both men's mental state right now. Going into RassleMania which of these men have their heads on straightest? Some would argue Reaver is far from in control of his. Who knows. This should be a good one though!

Shane Borderland Vs. Reaver

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Shane Borderland approaches the center of the ring and Reaver comes to him slowly and with his head at a side ways tilt. Borderland looks at him through the mask and into his eyes. To see if it is indeed the man he once knew. As Borderland gets in closely to see Reaver's eyes he is blasted in the mouth with a hard right. The bell sounds off and Borderland quickly returns the hard punch as he gives Reaver one of his own.

The two men begin trading stiff and turn based punches until Reaver claws the eyes of Shane and causes Borderland to turn and rub at his face. Reaver comes in with a lifting knee to Borderland's side and bumps him into the ropes nearby. Borderland pops up and shoves Reaver back before dropping the mask man with a well placed clothesline. With Reaver on the canvas, Borderland leaps up and drops a pin point knee drop to the mask's forehead.

Grabbing Reaver by the dreads hanging at the back of his mask, he is lifted off the mat. Borderland bends him back, leaning him against the ropes and cracks a snapping series of knife edge chops into Reaver's chest. As the marks on his chest turn a light shade of red, Reaver seems to have a smile on his face as his eyes surrounded by black and red mask stare at Borderland.

Shane steps back and comes in trying to clothesline Reaver to the outside but Reaver ducks a shoulder and shoulder lifts Borderland over the ropes. He lands to the ring apron and pulls himself up to his feet as Reaver hits the adjacent ropes, jumping off his feet and spring boarding off the ropes into a twist. He comes in hard, hitting Borderland to the face with a forearm blast. Borderland drops, hits the ring apron again before rolling off to the outside.

Nailz: Reaver seems to be enjoying the pain but I can't seem to tell which he enjoys more. Hurting someone or being hurt himself. Pain seems to be a pleasure for him..

Beckett: Now you tell me why he'd go and align with Jason Kash? The man who probably rearranged his forehead and put him behind this mask. Made him into this deranged man we see before us?

The camera comes in close to Reaver as he crawls to the ropes and smiles into the cameras. Rising to his feet, Reaver turns and wallops a rising Shane Borderland to the mouth and stuns him as he stands once again on the ring apron. Reaver hooks Borderland and attempts to Suplex him back into the ring but Borderland lands a solid shot to the ribs of Reaver. Instead, Borderland reverses the attempt and lifts Reaver up into a stalling Suplex and tilts backwards. The fans gasp as Borderland falls back and the two men plummet to the outside ring floors. Reaver slamming with a impactful thud from the move. Borderland rolls onto his side immediately as the wind gets knocked out of both men.

Beckett: Wow...Shane Borderland seems to be on a lethal path right now. He didn't hesitate to pull that move out his bag of tricks. Jason Kash MUST be watching this right now somewhere close by.

Nailz: Reaver kind of walked into that one, lets see who takes the opportunity to take control here.

5.......6........7....The referee gets to the second half of the 10 count as Shane Borderland becomes the first one to get to a knee. He jumps and grabs the ring apron to hold himself up. Reaver crawls the to steel steps and pushes up and both men get into the ring just as the Referee passes 9 on the count. The referee backs up as both Borderland and Reaver hurry to their feet inside the ring and come in at one another with a cocked punch. Both connect and dazed the other man.

Borderland wobbles in place as Reaver stumbles back into the turnbuckle. Borderland comes in with a reverse elbow, planting it into Reaver's jaw and keeps him into the corner. In one of the corners closest to the entrance ramp, Shane Borderland lifts and props Reaver up onto the top turnbuckle pad. Putting his legs to the outside of the ropes, Borderland climbs the turnbuckle in front of Reaver. Setting him up for a Superplex from the top. Reaver fights back a bit, slugging Borderland in the gut a few times, forcing him to release his clutch! Reaver gives Shane a few solid Headbutts before pulling him up onto his shoulders in a Torture Rack position!

Nailz: Don't tell me he's going to go for the Broken Promise off the top rope! He could kill Shane Borderland with that!

Beckett: We already saw Reaver take out his RassleMania opponent TJ backstage. This man has no remorse whatsoever!

Reaver let's out a blood curdling growl before jumping off the top rope and flipping Boderland over for the Broken Promise. However, as Reaver flips him, Borderland miraculously manages to land on his feet! The crowd goes wild at the athletic counter, and it takes Reaver a second or two to process what just happened!

Nailz: Borderland may have just saved his own life there!

The brief opening allows Borderland to give Reaver a quick kick to the gut before pulling him in to go for the Lights Out Wrist Clutch Exploder, but Reaver elbows his way out of the clutch before Borderland can execute!

Beckett: Reaver just answered with a counter of his own! I don't think this match is going to go much longer, as both competitors are going for their home run shots!

As Borderland turns around, holding his head in pain, Reaver measures begins to measure him up, signaling for another attempt at the Broken Promise. However, as he's about to pull Borderland in, "Momma Say Knock You Out!" hits the speakers and Reaver's eyes go wide!

Nailz: Payback's a bitch, and TJ is coming to get him some on Reaver!

Beckett: Is TJ even coming out!? After we saw his blood on Reaver's chest, how the heck can he be coming out?

Reaver looks at the entrance ramp, with a confused look on his face. The distraction is enough for Borderland to gather his bearings, and he grabs a hold of Reaper, whipping him hard into the ropes! As Reaper comes bounding back, Borderland lifts him up and drives him into the mat for the Spinal Tap! He hooks both legs as TJ's music continues to play, 1
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3! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Shane Borderland

The music transitions to "Wanted Man" as the ref raises Boderland's arm in victory.

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, "The Bad Boy" Shane Borderland!

Beckett: Shane Borderland has been on a real tear lately in the Asylum! Still, it was a dirty trick that did Reaver in here tonight!

Nailz: If you don't keep your eyes on Shane Borderland, he'll make you pay for it!

As Borderland stands in the ring with his arms raised something from the crowd comes flying over the ropes and busts against Borderland's shoulder. He looks down on his arm as a broken raw egg rolls down his skin. He snaps around and scans the crowd until he finds a man wearing a baseball cap sitting in the front row not cheering, just staring.

Nailz: Hey...HEY! It's Jason Kash!! In the front row!! He's throwing eggs!!

Borderland darts to the ropes, dives out through the middle rope and drops to the outside. Kash disappears and Shane Borderland leaps over the guard rail and takes after his rival as his music continues to play.

Our camera fades into the back seats of a limousine and the crowd boos, abandoning the typical mixed reaction as we see the Suicidal and Tag Team Champion, Aubrey J. Parker. The camera soon pans over to reveal the other half of the Tag Team Champions, Logan Alexander, as well as their agent and accountant, Cassandra McPherson.

Cassandra: Are you guys alright?

Aubrey nods and turns to give Logan a questionable look.

AJP: I thought we were. What's got you so down?

She casually pulls her hair behind her head, into a ponytail as she awaits his answer.

Logan stares out the window for several moments, letting the silence stretch.

LA: Rightly or wrongly... I've crossed a line tonight. It bothers me because I don't think it was something I needed to do... but I did it anyway.

AJP: Of course we needed to do it. They were-

She laughs a little and drops her hands.

AJP: They would've done it to us.

There are seconds of silence.

LA: Us? Or you?

He glances over at Aubrey.

LA: I know Jair was gunning for you, but he ignored me when I was in his way. I just wish that you hadn't come out after the tag match to get his attention... The rest of this unpleasantness could have been avoided until we got our chance to settle it where it mattered.

More silence.

More silence.

Aubrey's phone begins ringing violently. She looks at the caller and groans a little before picking up.

AJP: What?

"Hey Parker... Whoa now, before you go and hang up, give me a minute to give you the great news! You see, after you and Logan ran out of the arena like pansies, Reginald hand a little talk with Kane and myself. We got great news! Looks like at Rasslemania, Kane and myself will be seeing you in the ring once again.... Hope M&M and the Dying Breed are ready, because we are planning to walk out with the titles around our waists."

Our cameras return to ringside and the crowd boos loudly as we see that Kaylyn James Evans and Christian Kane are on the other line, watching in the parking lot as Jair Hopkins is assisted back into the arena by EMTs and medical personnel.

KJE: Ciao, Parker.

She holds the phone up to Christian Kane who laughs and speaks softly, in a mockingly gentle tone into the phone.

CK: See you at Rasslemania, sweetcheeks.

KJE hangs up the phone. She and Kane brush past the camera and we show Hopkins being helped away for a moment... and then we turn back to the departing figures of Chrisitian Kane and Kaylyn James Evans. Kane has his arm wrapped around Kaylyn's waist as the two walk away, to boos from the crowd.

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We return to the storage where we see Reaver whistling back to the room, he goes to open the door.

: REAVER! STOP!

The voice is from behind the camera as Reaver looks past, hesitating. The moment of hesitation is followed by a breaking sound from behind the door as Reginald Schmidt approaches Reaver.

Schmidt: Reaver, Johnny, stop it. We know that’s not your blood on your chest, it’s TJ, he needs medical attention.

Reaver shakes his head as he reaches for the door handle, but the door handle comes flying back at him, along with the rest of the door as TJ comes charging through the door, his momentum ripping both doors off their hinges. TJ rolls off the door as Reginald stops himself from throwing up at the image of TJ’s face. A deep, deep crimson as the white of TJ’s eyes is the only other color seen.TJ tries to stand up, pushing up on his hands, which seem to be handcuffed to something in the room as broken handcuffs are around his wrists, but the big man collapses.

Schmidt: TJ! Oh my god…I’m gonna be sick. Where is security?!

Reaver throws the door off him, and looks at TJ, his eye wide with anger. He put the boots to TJ’s head, dribbling it off the floor like you would a basketball. Each dribble leaves a bloody imprint of TJ’s face on the floor. Reaver growls as he enters the storage room and exits it with a gas can. He smiles as he pours it over TJ’s body, Reginald’s shouts for him to stop falling on the deaf ears of Reaver. The masked Knuckles throws the can at TJ’s head and re-enters the storage room.

Schmidt: WHERE THE HECK IS SECURITY?!?

As Reaver comes out of the room with a pack of matches. He strikes a match but Reginald comes over and blows it out, delaying Reaver’s plan. Reaver pushes Reginald just as security comes in, tackling Reaver to the ground. Medics come in to check on Reginald.

Schmidt: Thanks, but check on TJ, he’s lost a lot of blood.

The medic rolls TJ over onto his back as they check for the source of all the blood. Reaver laughs as security throws him in handcuffs and take him away. With his face now wiped fairly clean of blood, TJ looks at Reginald.

TJ: I need one more request.

Schmidt: What?

TJ: At Rasslemania, me and Reaver, the belt, anything goes.

Schmidt: After what I just saw, no, there must be a limit.

TJ: Trust me, whatever limit we had, it’s been pushed and it was pushed a long time ago.

Schmidt: Fine. You and Reaver at Rasslemania in a No DQ Tap Out match for the Tap Out Championship.

TJ: Good, haha, now, I’m gonna pass out.

TJ passes out as the medics continue to check on him

Elsewhere backstage, we see Jason Kash coming out of his locker room. Duffel bag in hand, he lets the door shut behind him. There's what appears to be an empty egg carton sticking out of his duffel bag. Looking for any potential threats and seeing clear hallways, Kash moves down the hallway.

Kash: Where the hell is Reaver at? Homie said shadows but I forgot my Night Vision goggles. REAVER!! WHERE YOU AT!?!

Nobody responds to his call. He nods and smiles at a female Staff member as he passes her by and continues looking for his new ally. As he comes to a four way in the Hallway, he looks down all directions. You can see Kaylyn James Evans down the right hallway but Kash just stares for a minute and continues down a different path. At a distance he stops and looks at someone's back. It appears the man is wearing a red mask and Kash nods and begins walking towards that man. As he gets real close, Kash calls out to get Reaver's attention.

Kash: Hey Reaver!

The person turns around and it's just an ugly masked man, probably trying out during the dark matches. Kash waves him off and turns around to head back down the hallway.

*DONK*

The sound of a Steel Pipe bouncing off the forehead of Jason Kash is heard before it's seen. On his back, Kash moves slowly and his eyes roll around inside his head as the feet of a man stands at Kash's side. The camera rises to show the man as being Shane Borderland. He drops the steel pipe and squats down next to Jason Kash who is beginning to bleed from the single shot with the pipe. Borderland slaps away Kash's hands as he tries to groggily grab at Borderland.

Borderland: We've been a Tag Team, we've taken each other to our limits as allies, friends. Then you took my out, took away MY CHANCE to become a World Champion. Not once but twice now Jason....It's time to repay that debt and at RassleMania you will compete in your final match. At RassleMania I take you out...PERMANENTLY!

Shane Borderland short slaps the cheek of Jason Kash a few times over before he rises and leaves the scene. Kash moves around but is left laying on the hallway floors.

The camera cuts back ringside, focusing on the announce team of Russ T. Nailz and Steve Beckett.

Nailz: Ladies and gentlemen, in two short weeks, we will be experiencing the biggest show of the year, RassleMania, live from the Rogers Center in Toronto, Ontario, Canada! This year's event sold out in less than nine minutes, and if you weren't one of the lucky folks to snag a ticket, then the only way you'll get to see this epic event is on Pay-Per-View!

Beckett: RassleMania only comes once a year, and believe us, folks, you don't want to miss it!

Rock 'n Roll music begins to play as the screen transitions to the Match Cards for RassleMania IX, showing Reaver and TJ.



Nailz: We just found out moments ago that “The Soul of Philly” TJ will defend his APW Tap Out Championship in the first ever No DQ Tap Out Match!

Beckett: Reaver and TJ are looking to tear each other apart, and in this match, the only rule is that it must end by Submission!

Nailz: This match could go anywhere as TJ and Reaver will try to destroy one another for the opportunity to be the APW Tap Out Champion!



Beckett: Another match that should be incredibly violent is the grudge match between “The Bad Boy” Shane Borderland and Jason Kash!

Nailz: Last October, these two men were involved in a bar fight, in which Jason Kash broke Shane Borderland's ankle! Borderland lost his shot at entering the Elimination Chamber, and he holds Jason Kash responsible for him not being APW Champion today! This one's going to be ugly!



Beckett: Speaking of ugly, that's exactly the match between Overdrive's Level-One and Biggs is going to be!

Nailz: These two have had a love-hate relationship over the years, mostly hate, and it's all coming to a head inside Hell-in-a-Cell!



Nailz: Also on the Overdrive side of things, APW Overdrive Champion Mark Mania will defend his title against Evan Envi! Envi has been campaigning for a title shot for months, and at RassleMania, he gets his shot!

Beckett: Mark Mania has been a fighting champion so far, but Envi is nothing if not persistent! When he wants something, he gets it! It should be a great match!



Beckett: It will be Triple Threat Tag Team action as the APW Tag Team Championship M&M defend their titles against Christian Kane & Kaylyn James Evans and The Dying Breed!

Nailz: AJP of M&M was able to successfully defend her Suicidal Championship against Anthony Bailey tonight, but can her and Logan Alexander retain against such long odds!?



Nailz: It wouldn't be RassleMania without an appearance from Mr. RassleMania himself, President Jeff! He'll step inside the ring with the despicable, the despised Stefan Raab!

Beckett: “The Killerplauze” goaded President Jeff into this match! He'd better be careful what he wished for, because President Jeff always brings it at RassleMania!

Nailz: Raab is a dangerous and devious opponent. Jeff better make sure he doesn't take him lightly!



Nailz: We just found out this last Thursday that the APW Undisputed Championship Match between “The Real Show” Terry Marvin and C.J. Gates is now a 60-Minute Iron Man Match!

Beckett: If you thought this match was big before that announcement, well, now it's Super-Sized! Terry Marvin has held the APW Undisputed Championship since August of last year. C.J. Gates is a former Undisputed Champion himself! When push comes to shove, who's going to leave Toronto as the Undisputed Champion?



Nailz: And in our Asylum Main Event, the #1 Contender Michael Callahan will be facing off against the winner of the Heavyweight Championship Match tonight, either the current champ Phil Atken or Keaton Saint!

Beckett: It was supposed to be the Political Rematch of the Century as Atken defeated Callahan at Survive & Conquer to retain his title, but after the loss to Young Mannie last week, Asylum General Manager Reginald Schmidt has stated that Atken needs to earn his way into the RassleMania Main Event! He can do just that if he can successfully defend his title against Saint tonight!

Nailz: But what about Keaton Saint? Just two weeks ago, he didn't even have a match scheduled for RassleMania! If he can defeat Phil Atken here tonight, not only will he go on to headline RassleMania, but he'll do so as the APW World Heavyweight Champion!

The screen shifts back to Nailz and Beckett.

Nailz: There's all these great matches and more just two weeks from tonight at RassleMania IX! You're not going to want to miss it!

Beckett: Missing RassleMania is like missing the birth of your child, it's that big! You've got to join us on pay-per-view on Sunday, March 24th!

Asylum cuts to backstage, where Phil Atken is heading towards the arena. He's clutching his APW World Heavyweight Championship belt to the his chest and has a concerned look on his face.

Nailz: We'll see “The Unfortunate” Phil Atken defend the APW World Heavyweight Championship right after our final commercial break!

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Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is your APW Asylum Main Event!

Nailz: Well, ladies and gentlemen, it's title time here in the Asylum!

The melody of "Cold War" by Janelle Monae signals the arrival of Keaton Saint, who makes his presence known as the song begins to pick up tempo. Saint makes his way to the ring high-fiving some of the fans in the attendance before entering the ring and preparing himself for the match ahead.

Nailz: Keaton Saint truly has the opportunity of a lifetime here tonight in Winnipeg! If he can beat Phil Atken tonight, he will go on to defend the belt at RassleMania!

Beckett: If you ask me, it should have been Michael Callahan fighting for the title tonight! He is the #1 Contender after all!

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

Nailz: After losing to Young Mannie two weeks ago, it's put up or shut up time for Phil Atken! Reginald Schmidt said that since Michael Callahan had to earn his way into the RassleMania main event, it was only fair for Atken to have to do the same!

Beckett: Atken has a far away look in his eyes, like he's somehow not all here mentally. He'd better snap into it if he has any hope of successfully defending his title.

Phil hops into the ring as Dirk and the tall, bald and rather mean looking Hank take their place in Phil's corner. Phil carefully passes his shimmering robe into the hands of Dirk. As Dirk Dickwood hops on the apron to whisper something into Atken's ear, Hank runs around the ring and slides in behind Keaton, trying to attack him! Keaton hears it coming, though, and sidesteps the big man, taking him down with a Dropkick to the back of the head! This catches the attention of the ref, who immediately calls for the ejection of Hank and Dickwood!

Nailz: Dirk Dickwood and Hank tried to pull a fast one there to give Atken an advantage, but now, Atken's going to have to go it alone! Great call by the ref!

The fans are cheering loudly as Dirk and Hank make their way up the ramp, arguing back at the ref the whole time. Atken clutches the World Heavyweight Title belt to the his chest, while looking worriedly up towards his allies.

The feed cuts to a split screen, showing Michael Callahan backstage as he starts unbuttoning his blue Savile Row dress shirt to begin his full medical evaluation with Dr. Dean Fletcher to assess whether or not he'll be allowed to compete at Rasslemania. Then, it's back to ringside.

With just the two competitors left in the ring, Adam Stenfelder makes the formal introductions.

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is for the APW World Heavyweight Championship! In the corner to right, he is the challenger, weighing in at 248 pounds, from London, England, he is the Patron Saint of Professional Wrestling, The Paragon of APW, Keaton Saint!

The fans explode into cheers as Keaton waves to the crowd.

Nailz: We've got a big fight atmosphere here tonight in Winnipeg!

Stenfelder: And his opponent, in the corner to my left, weighing in at 192 pounds, from Glasgow, Scotland, he is the APW World Heavyweight Champion, “The Unfortunate” Phil Atken!

The fan give Atken a piece of their mind, as he nervously kisses the title belt before handing it off the referee. The man in charge raises the title high in the air.

Beckett: That's what this is all about, the APW World Heavyweight Championship, as well as a Main Event match at RassleMania!

After he hands the belt off the the timekeeper, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

APW World Heavyweight Championship Match
"The Unfortunate" Phil Atken (C) vs. Keaton Saint

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With the crowd up on their feet ready to watch Keaton Saint, arguably the greatest never to win the World Championship take on the “Unfortunate One” in a long overdue opportunity for Saint to climb the mountain. Without further adiuer, the bell rings and the contest is under way. Straight in for the collar and elbow tie-up, Saint locks up quick and then twists straight into a headlock, wrenching Atken back and blinding him as he wraps a tight arm around the head. Atken slowly backs away to the ropes and bounces off it, sending Saint sprinting across the ring. Saint launches himself at the champion with a flying back elbow smash and drops the Unfortunate One to the mat with a heavy thud. Both men bounce to their feet relatively quickly and Saint goes for a second elbow smash, connecting with another big shot that drops Atken to the mat. A third time, Saint goes for the back elbow and it connects, dropping Atken down to clutch his face.

Nailz: Saint is using his speed advantage here to keep on top of Atken in the early goings!

Beckett: It's alright. Saint will wear himself out, and that's when Atken will strike!

Atken starts climbing up to his feet slightly slower than the instant pick-ups from a moment ago as Saint jumps into stance and sets up for a move. Atken gets to his feet and swings a wild punch at Saint which Saint counters straight into a hip toss launching Atken across the ring into a roll. Atken gets to his feet yet again and attempts this time for a running clothesline but Saint ducks low, turns Atken around and throws him across the ring for yet another hip-toss. This classic execution of moves frustrates Atken who lunges for yet another collar and elbow tie-up, but this time it's Atken who takes the hold and transitions straight into a headlock of his own that Keaton Saint counters almost instantly into a high angle back suplex.

Nailz: Good grief! Saint showing some great strength there hoisting up that polar bear Phil Atken and dropping him hard to the mat with a big time impact!

Beckett: It makes me sick. A fortnight away from the biggest title defence of his career, and Phil Atken is having to defend his belt against this no-good London scumbag. Where is the justice? Is it any surprise that Michael Callahan has the night off tonight either?

With Phil Atken flat on his back, Keaton Saint goes into hawk-mode and eyes up potential targets to prey upon. He grabs Phil by the side and rolls him over onto his front, then leaps up as high as he can and drops a big time standing elbow drop right to the small ff the back of Phil Atken. Atken cries out and slaps the mat, as fluffy-haired Saint calculates his next move. He grabs Atken by the side and rolls him over once again but this time Atken grabs Saint and uses the momentum to pull him over into an inside cradle.

One!

Tw-kickout!

Far more will have to be done by Atken if he wants to steal this victory. Saint kicks out of the pinfall and both men quickly pace to their feet but as the case were, Phil makes it first and launches himself at Saint with a hefty clothesline that drops the Londoner to the mat.

Nailz: And with one swift pinfall counter, the momentum of this match swings right back in favour of the champion, Phil Atken. He knows how to turn even the most harmless of moves into a tactical weapon to turn the tide of battle. That's why he's so dangerous.

Beckett: Damn right. Give Atken the credit he deserves!

With Atken in control, he wastes no time in stamping his authority, literally, with some repeated boots to the chest and face to try and crush the resistance out of his challenger. After about the eighth or so stamp, e stops, then goes for a final stamp that Keaton Saint instinctively grabs. Atken hops on one foot as a smirking Saint uses the leverage to get back to his feet, the crowd popping as Atken is sprawled on the pin. Saint pushes Atken backwards into the corner, still holding his leg until Atken nearly falls over when he unknowingly collides with the turnbuckle pads. He slams Atken's heel sharply against the mat, knocking him off balance, then lunges forward with a surging high knee to the chest followed by a belly to belly suplex out of the corner and to the centre of the ring.

Beckett: No! Atken, do something! Don't let this lilly-livered savage steal our dreams away!

Nailz: Saint has been in full control so far with no sign of losing his momentum any time soon. It seems like he has the counter to just about everything Atken can throw at him!

Saint turns, points to the sky and heads for the apron so that he can ascend the turnbuckle and conduct an aerial assault against the tough and stern defenses upheld by Phil Atken. He slowly climbs his way up the ring post as Atken staggers up lazily to his feet with a far-away look in his eye, unaware of the danger that faces him. He turns and sees Saint perched up top, leaping at him and instinctively charges towards the ring post as Saint leaps at him with a big time diving crossbody but knows to dodge. Atken ducks underneath the flying Saint and grabs both his legs, falling to the floor and ramping up the velocity as Saint slams mouth first into the hard mat below, crashing and burning thanks to the failed dive attempt. Atken rolls Saint over instantly and goes for a big double leg cover.

Beckett: AND THERE you have it. THAT is the momentum shift ladies and gentlemen! What a smart play by Phil Atken!

Nailz: Saint's overconfidence literally just blew up in his face. Literally! Now Atken could be about to score big!

One!

Two!

Kickout!

Nailz: Oooh, close one! Saint found the sense to kick out!

Beckett: No, the smart thing would've been to stay down and just accept defeat. He's not going to win that world title tonight.

With Saint on the floor, incapacitated by the stunning blow, Atken notices him favouring both the left knee that he grabbed on the pull-down and immediately forms a brilliant gameplan that'll set him well on his way to getting a Figure-4 Leg Lock. Atken goes right in with a sliding elbow drop to the knee and connects with it, making Saint scuttle away and favour the leg at the impact. Atken pursues Saint as he crawls away towards the corner. Atken gets up to his feet and goes in after him like a predator as Saint flicks out boots to keep him back long enough to keep him at bay. Eventually, Saint makes it back to the corner and realises he has nowhere to go.

Nailz: Uhoh, Saint is cornered!

Beckett: Go on, Atken! Kill him!

Saint grabs a hold of the middle rope with both hands and thrusts a boot at Atken, but the apt submission specialist grabs the ankle and smirks, knowing that Saint can do little from this position. Yet Saint brings his knee in to drag Phil extremely close, then brings up his other leg to kick him back across the ring. Saint then pulls himself up backwards to a seated position on the top rope as Atken charges back in but Saint has an answer for this too, grabbing two big handfulls of Atken's hair and punching him repeatedly in the face before giving him a stone-shattering headbutt that sends him staggering away. On a wobbly knee, Saint then stands up on the top rope and goes for a Diving Double Axe Handle, only-NO! Atken swiftly steps to the side and brings Saint down with a shattering knee-breaker from the top rope, right onto the injured knee!

Beckett: Ohnononon not the double axe hand-YES! Hahahaha! Brilliant counter Phil Atken! I salute you sir!

Nailz: You can see now Keaton Saint writhing around on the floor in screaming pain, clutching what might be a broken knee as Phil Atken soaks it all in. He has his challenger EXACTLY where he wants him now.

Atken grabs Saint by the weak leg and drags him straight for the centre of the ring. Stunned, delirious, disorientated, Atken twirls straight into the figure four and clamps it on tight dead centre in the ring. Saint slaps the mat angrily, in immense pain from the repeated shots as once again his championship dreams begin to vanish before his eyes. Saint reaches back for the bottom rope but it's no use. It's a mile away and while Saint is strong enough to drag Atken, it seems way too far to be able possibly make it before his leg snaps. Atken lies down on the mat to amplify the pain, getting counted for a pinfall but at the same time doing significantly more damage to the leg.

One!

Two!

Shoulder up by Phil Atken.

One!

Two!

Shoulder up by Phil Atken.

Nailz: Brilliant strategy by Atken, using the two-count to ramp up the pressure and damn near snapping his leg in the process! This is a master stroke.

Beckett: You're damn right! And that little punk Saint has nowhere left to go! Go on, give it up Sainty-boy!

There's no time but now. Making a gut decision call, Saint reaches forward, grabs two handfulls of Phil Atken's hair, yanks him forward then delivers a single blistering knife edge chop as if his life depended on it straight into the windpipe. With all the force he can muster, right underneath the chin, Atken crashes back down to the mat and gasps and splutters as he feels the oxygen ripped out of his mouth. Saint wriggles free of the hold and gets back to his wobbly foot, while Atken protests with the referee only to be told that it's a perfectly legal move. With Atken distracted, Saint launches at Atken and drops him with a lariat sending him crashing to the mat. Atken barrels up to his feet again slowly but surely, going for a counter clothesline to stop the momentum but Saint hitches him up for a Release Aztec Suplex and slams him straight back down again with authority.

Nailz: Oh GOD what a slam by Keaton Saint! Back and forth, momentum has shifted once again and now Saint is gonna' close this one up for good!

Beckett: NO! Stop him, Phil!

Saint starts clapping his hands, prompting the fans to clap along with him as Atken wearily hauls himself off the mat. He turns around, stunned and groggy as Saint hooks him up and WOAH! Slowly, over, slowly! BAM! Stalling Fisherman Suplex! Saint could bridge for a cover, but he's about to wrap this one up.

Nailz: It's the beginning of the end, could we see The Saint go marching out of here with the world heavyweight championship?!

Saint bounces to his feet, adrenaline and fire pumping through his veins as the heat of the moment gets to him. Screaming fans, clapping and cheering ready for that Keaton Clutch that'll have Stenfielder screaming “NEW CHAMPION!”. That is of course until Dirk Dickwood hops up onto the apron. Keaton makes a B-line and tries to push him off the apron but Dickwood clings on for dear life while an oblivious referee contends with Hank the Security Guard on the other side of the ring trying to climb in. Dickwood lunges with a swift two-fingered rake of the eyes and a quick shove sending staggering right into the path of Phil Atken who pulls Saint into a roll-up, stands up while keeping Saint pinned and then goes for the Figure-4 for a second time!

Nailz: Oh no! What a screw! Saint is about to be robbed of a championship, again! This is sick! Damn you to hell, Dirk Dickwood!

Beckett: Ahahahahaha! Freaking brilliant! Lock that Figure-4 in and wrap it up! Go seal your date with Callahan at Rasslemania Atken, come on! The fans want it and so do I!

Nailz: You're sick!

Yet as Atken grabs a hold of the leg, Saint lunges up with the free boot to the chin and sends him launching back into Dickwood on the apron. Dickwood crashes to the floor unconscious as Saint bounces up to his feet once more on his final wind, turning and throwing a flying elbow at Hank and sending him tumbling to the mat and to the announce table. He turns around, shaking with excitement, ready to finish this one once and for all as he hooks Phil for not just any Fisherman Suplex, but a Three Amigos variation! One! Two! Three! And a beautiful release on the third! Atken is helpless now. Saint rolls him onto his front, slaps in The Keaton Clutch dead centre of the ring and wrenches back as far as he can!

Nailz: Thank God for Keaton Saint! Phil Atken is in the Keaton Clutch now! Trapped in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go! There's only one way out now! There's no Dickwood, there's no Hank! Just a true gut check for our champion! Can he break out of this submission hold?!

Beckett: COME ON PHIL! FIGHT IT! FIGHT IT!!!!

Seconds seem like days in the Keaton Clutch as the lions roar of the crowd, on their feet for Keaton Saint clap and stamp and scream their hearts out. Phil Atken is in absolute agony, screaming as he slips into unconsciousness while desperately fighting to survive. But soon, his eyes begin to close over and it all comes to a screeching halt. The referee grabs the arm and drops it...

ONE!

And again!

TWO!

And a final time!

THR-NO, PHIL ATKEN IS STILL IN THIS!!!

Nailz: By the skin of his teeth, with God as my witness, Phil Atken is still fighting this submission hold! HOW?! How is he so tough!?

Beckett: YES! Come on Phil! FIGHT YOUR WAY OUT! YOU CAN DO IT! USE SCIENCE!

Phil Atken starts shaking, his face red with rage as pure desperation kicks in. To Keaton's horror, he starts to shake his entire body and push slowly up off the ground until he's standing with Keaton clamped on his back using only the strength in his legs. Slowly, Atken starts to stomp forward with sheer determination in his face as he gets closer and closer to the bottom rope... closer still until finally his buckling knees give out. He collapses to the floor, the impact shocking Keaton but not knocking him off just out of reach of the ropes. He tries to reach forward... but he can't. It's no use. It's gone. His arm starts to drop.

Nailz: Oh my God! Atken nearly powered his way out of that one but his strength gave out on him when he needed it most! He's just a little too far from that bottom rope!

Beckett: NONONONONONONONO! PHIL! REACH FOR IT!

ONE!

And the referee drops it again!

TWO!

The ref pulls Atken's arm up one more time, and releases it...

Beckett: Could it be lights out on Atken's reign? Is it really going to end like this!?

THREEEEEEEEEEE! DING! DING! DING!

Winner and NEW World Heavyweight Champion: Keaton Saint![/center]

Nailz: SAINT HAS DONE IT! SAINT HAS DONE IT! KEATON SAINT IS THE WORLD'S HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

Confetti falls from the sky as Saint is awarded the belt by the referee, the crowd up on their feet for their hero finally winning the big one that's eluded him all these years. A tear of joy comes to his eye as he sinks to his knees, kissing and clutching the championship in his arms as the emotion of the moment overcomes him. The referee checks Phil Atken who's still KO'd by the ring apron.

“Cold War” by Janelle Monae blasts through the speakers as Saint stands up, holding the title in the air for all to see. Cameras flash and people in the front row cry in sheer joy as The Saint finally wins the big one.

Nailz: It's been a rollercoaster reign for Phil Atken, but on this night, Keaton Saint just could not be stopped! The Saint has marched into Winnipeg and has become the world's heavyweight champion!

Beckett: This is a disgrace! He cheated, he-

Nailz: No he didn't! Keaton Saint won this match, and is now the APW World Heavyweight Champion! Congratulations, Keaton, you deserve it!

A look of shock and disbelief is still on Keaton's face as he holds his newly won title in the air, continuing the celebrate as the confetti still falls.

Nailz: Well ladies and gentlemen, that was an epic end to an epic night here on Asylum! We'll see you in two weeks for RassleMania IX, live only on Pay Per View! We'll see you then!

Asylum begins to fade to black, with Keaton Saint still celebrating in the ring, along with the APW copyright in the bottom corner. However, the copyright disappears and the feed snaps back to normal, canceling the fade!

Nailz: Wait a minute, I'm getting word-... I believe there's been a disturbance backstage! If we can cut to the cameras- it

The camera swaps to the sick bay backstage which is now in a shambles. Medical supplies litter the room and as the camera pans round the room, the sight of Dr. Fletcher lying flat out KO'd on the floor puts some serious gravity to the situation. Especially given that Callahan is nowhere to be seen.

Nailz: Dr. Fletcher is out cold, I think, ladies and gentlemen! But where the hell is- oh my! Cut back to the ring! Cut back to the ring right now!

The camera cuts back just to see Michael Callahan slip underneath the bottom rope with his trusty “pal” Martinez in hand, ready to do some serious damage. Drool hangs out of the corner of his mouth of Callahan who has the craziest look in his eye as he hungrily awaits Saint to turn around to see what awaits him. The crowd boo and jeer relentlessly as Saint slowly turns around with the belt held high. Callahan rushes in and drops Saint with a stiff swing of the bat straight for the head, cracking him in the skull and sending him down like a sack of potatoes. Callahan wastes no time in striking down with the bat, over and over again until Saint stops twitching and squirming and lies motionless. Soon the blood starts to flow from Saint's mouth as the repeated strikes to the ribs take their toll.

Nailz: Oh my God, Callahan has gone insane! Somebody get in there and stop this thing! This was supposed to be Keaton's night, Keaton's moment, and that son of gun Michael Callahan ruined it!

Beckett: HAHA! BRILLIANT! That's what you get for robbing Phil Atken!

But it seems Beckett spoke too soon as once Callahan is satisfied with the damage done, he grabs Keaton's newly won world championship and takes it along with the blood-stained baseball bat to the announce table. He climbs up on top of it and holds both high in the air for all to see while carrying a manic, possessed grin on his face as the wear and tear proves too much for his sanity to handle.

Nailz: Oh God! If Callahan has his way, this symbolic image of bat and belt is going to be the future of Asylum for a very long time!

Beckett: Blood is dripping down onto the desk, this is sick! Haha!

Callahan screams a primal roar at the crowd as he holds the title higher still, prompting the crowd to go bananas and start throwing trash in his direction. But as a soda cup whizzes past his head, his eyes follow and he notices Phil Atken trying to make a quick escape underneath the bottom rope.

Michael Callahan: Oh no you don't! Come back here, you little shit!

Beckett: Oh god why do I even open my mouth?!

He throws the belt and bat to the floor and hops down from the announce desk, charging after Atken with intent. He grabs him and throws his head straight into the ring post to stun him, but ends up shattering his nose in the process leading to blood spurting out from his collapsed bridge. In the delirium, he's like a pig to the slaughter as he's lead back to the announce table and slammed face first into announce table making him drip all over the place. Callahan then clears the announce table of the cover and the monitor and smiles wickedly as he hauls Atken's limp, bleeding body onto the table.

Nailz: Oh no... Callahan has sickly, evil intentions here! What now?! What now?!

OH MY GOD! Landslide Election, straight through the table! Atken is down! Callahan is down! Saint is down! The crowd are chanting “HOLY SHIT!” and going wild. Callahan pries himself from the wreckage, Atken's blood now painted on his right shoulder from the Diamond Cutter and in his ruffled state raises the title belt and the baseball bat one final time with a war cry!

Beckett: I think we're seeing not the end of a chapter in Michael Callahan's career... but the beginning of a new one... Michael has just put EVERYONE on notice! Someone get the EMT's out here!

Nailz: What a shame, what a crying shame that tonight had to end like this! Darn you Michael Callahan! That's all the time we have for tonight, folks, we'll see you at RassleMania IX! Still, what a pathetic display by Michael Callahan!

The fans continue to boo "The American Hero" as Asylum fades to black.