APW Asylum 4/7-Montevideo, Uruguay

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Ida Maria's “Bad Karma” hits the speakers as pyrotechnics shoot from the stage! The fans in Montevideo, Uraguay are pumped for Action Packed Wrestling, holding their signs high in the air, and cheering at the top of their lungs!

Nailz: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Palacio Peñaro in Montevideo, Uraguay, for another action packed installment of APW Asylum! We're just two weeks removed from the biggest show of all-time, RassleMania IX!

Beckett: Very rarely in this business does a show truly live up to all the hype, but RassleMania did just that. However, I think there's bigger news in the Asylum, that being the blockbuster trade that occurred shortly after 'Mania. APW World Heavyweight Champion Michael Callahan was traded from Asylum to Overdrive for none other than the APW Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin!

Nailz: In the last year, Terry Marvin has run roughshod over the Overdrive roster, and he looks to do the same here on Asylum. But he'll have a tall task in doing that here tonight, as his first match in the Asylum is against none other than the APW Tap Out Champion, “The Soul of Philly” TJ, in our Main Event!

Beckett: That's not the only big match we have here tonight, heck, it's not even our only Main Event! Because tonight, it's title time, as Aubrey J. Parker defends the APW Suicidal Championship against Kaylyn James Evans in our Co-Main Event!

Nailz: Also, Jair Hopkins faces off against Logan Alexander and “The Main Attraction” Young Mannie looks to extend his undefeated streak in the Asylum against the former World Heavyweight Champion, Keaton Saint!

Beckett: We've got an absolutely stacked card tonight! Don't you dare change that channel!

“HATE ME NOW” Plays over the loudspeaker as the crowd boos loudly. During the voice over of the song, the lights go completely out. Pyro then shoots out as the beat comes on and laser lights illuminate the entrance way. Through the lights and the pyro walks the APW Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin!

Becket: THANK YOU GOD for delivering this divine talent to our doorstep. He truly is God’s gift to Asylum.

Confetti falls as Terry makes his way to the ring as the crowd boos at him loudly. He just smirks as he talks back to the fans at ringside. He rolls into the ring and gets on the turnbuckle and raises his Undisputed title up high for all to see. He then hops down and calls for a microphone as the crowd continues to boo.

Terry Marvin: ASYLUM…. Your days of being the mediocre underachieving little brother of Overdrive are officially over… Say HELLO to your savior!

The fans certainly didn’t like that one bit!

Terry Marvin: Now, I know you‘re accustomed to a certain way of being around here. You‘re used to your main character being a lump on a log who can‘t hold on to the title for ANY amount of time what so ever. You‘re used to broken promises. You‘re used to soft pushovers who do absolutely nothing but bitch and moan about this thing and that. You‘re used to not being entertained each and every minute of this boring ass show seen by the 5 people who still watch the FOOD Network. But today, THAT all changes. Today, the Real Show walks into Asylum and gives you reason to keep on living….. You‘re welcome!

The crowd lets lose on a chorus of boos that has Terry smiling.

ASSHOLE!

ASSHOLE!

ASSHOLE!

Terry Marvin: You know, during my time on Overdrive, I‘ve beaten every single man woman and child there. I‘ve accomplished everything I‘ve attempted. Now, I could have stuck around and gone for ALL the belts like that grubby little bottom feeding attention whore Jason Kash, but I don‘t deal with people who are BENEETH me. Well, that‘s not entirely true… I‘m here ain‘t I?

FUCK YOU!

FUCK YOU!

FUCK YOU!

Terry Marvin: Such language… Anyways. I have completely run out of challengers on Overdrive, so I felt it was time to try something new. So here I‘ve come to Asylum…. And sadly I run into the same problem. I see no challengers on Asylum. There is nobody good enough to come after the Undisputed Championship. This is a Fucking Joke!

The crowd begins booing. But the boos turn to cheers as The melody of "Cold War" by Janelle Monae plays over the loudspeaker and out walks Keaton Saint with Microphone in hand.

Keaton Saint: Just hold on a second there. No contenders? No one good enough? I think the last Champion Asylum had before Callahan jumped ship would beg to differ with you there mate….

Terry Marvin: YOU! You‘re the great and mighty predestined Paragon sent to finally vanquish this demon? Didn‘t that story get tired after the last THREE times you tried and FAILED! Come on Keaton… enough is enough.

Keaton Saint: You should know better than anyone that nothing you can say will send me packing. I'm here and I'm staring you down like a bad habit precisely BECAUSE you've beaten me before. There's a roster full of contenders waiting for the chance to show you just how good Asylum is, but I'm the only one of them who knows you well enough to beat you. On paper, I shouldn't even be out here but we're on Asylum where the statistics have no meaning. What matters is how you wrestle and how far you can go. You say enough is enough? I say I'm already a contender and that I am still marching.

The crowd cheers loudly but Terry just scoffs.

Terry Marvin: I tell you what… you think you can contend with me. You think you have some sort of claim to this title… Here‘s your answer Keaton…. GO FUCK YOURSELF!

The boos turn to cheers as Keaton pulls the mic up again.

Keaton Saint: No, that was your answer. I've lived far too long and I've wrestled enough to know that the only person who makes the choices for me, is myself. You can tell me to screw myself, TJ, the ref or even the sole guy in this crowd that's actually wearing a piece of Terry Marvin merchandise.

Keaton points to the North stand as the camera cuts to an image of the fan Keaton described before cutting back to the tense atmosphere in the ring.

Keaton Saint: I still don't know what possessed you to switch brands and come here, maybe I'll find out in due course but right now I'm an angry man. I'm angry because your little swap with Callahan means I can't find out how good I am against him with some more prep time. I'm angry because for MONTHS on end I had to deal with the constant idea of you being Undisputed champion and refusing to see it as anything more than a statistic and a prop for your own needs. I'm an angry man, but I know how to channel that into something better. I'm going to fight you eventually, I'm going to be your opposition at some point and when that happens I will channel everything I have into proving that you're a showman and I am a REAL WRESTLER! Overdrive may have been the backdrop for a year that made more than one big statistic for you, but this is Asylum and ANYTHING can happen here. That is something you should be fearing right now, because the status quo round here doesn't stay like that for long. You really don't want us to meet in the ring, not because you've beaten me before but because when I'm done, you'll wish that you retired in January for real.

Terry seems irate in the ring and glares at Keaton.

Terry Marvin: I tell you what. You bring your sorry ass out here for the MAIN EVENT and watch as I demolish your buddy TJ! I‘ll use no tricks, no cheats, NOTHING! I‘ll beat him man to man, right in the middle of the ring. I will earn his respect. I will earn YOUR respect, because I FUCKING DESERVE IT! Now if you don‘t mind… I have a celebration to continue!

Keaton smirks as he heads to the back and “Hate Me Now” plays again Terry scowls as he holds his title up but the celebration is clearly ruined as he rolls out of the ring and heads to the back.

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As we come back from commercial a chair sits at the top of the entrance ramp. Two men in white coats looking like orderlies drag a man in a straight jacket and shroud over his head out the entrance and violently place him in the chair. The audience looks on in curiosity.

Two more men appear on the ramp looking like doctors, one with a clip board.

Doctor 1: So a new patient, what's he here for?

The other doctor thumbs through the papers on his clip board.

Doctor 2: Well it says here he is known to be an extreme narcissist, excessively vulgar language...oh!!

Doctor 1: What?

Doctor 2: It says here he has a fascination with his genitalia, and suffers from Misogyny.

Doctor 1: Ahh a women hater!!

"HE ALSO HAS A PRETTY BAD GOD COMPLEX!!!"

Both doctors shockingly look at the hooded patient as he blurted out that statement. Then doctor 1 reaches for the hood pulling it off. The crowd explodes with hatred as the straight jacketed, and hooded figure is revealed as Michael Lively. The camera zooms in on the arrogant smirk plastered on the Hall of Fame Megastars face.


Doctor 1: So a God Complex huh?

Lively just glares at the doctor briefly, then shimmies his shoulder back and forth as he pops the buckles of the straight jacket loose.

Doctor 2: HEY!! Get him!!

Lively jumps out of the chair as one orderly swings a right hand at him. The JESUS ducks under then back flips striking the guy in the head with a Pele kick. Not wasting a second he whips a super kick to the other orderly's jaw dropping him where he stands. Lively shakes off the restraint and grabs the clip board from the doctor.

Lively: I would say this is an accurate diagnosis, and from the looks of it, I belong here, wouldn't you say gentlemen?

The doctors nervously nod their head in approval. The JESUS quickly throat punches doctor number one, then kicks number two in the mid section. The Grand Slam champion lays one out with another super kick before securing the head of the other and drops him skull first with a DDT. Michael Lively stands up whipping his arms outward in the I am JESUS pose standing over the mans head. Lively drops to his knees letting his crotch land on the downed doctors face. the crowd showers the man with hate as he displays a typical Lively tasteless act. The former member of Overdrive and self professed deity stands up in a flash and lunges at the camera pulling it close whispering into it.

Lively: The JESUS has just been admitted to the nuthouse, and I think from here on out it's the inmates who run the ASYLUM!!!

With that Lively shoves the camera off while the roaring disapproval of the live audience rumbles off the rafters. Lively kicks one of the doctors again and spits on the other before exiting through the curtain.

Adam Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. If Shane Borderland loses this match then he's fired. Introducing first from New Orleans, Louisiana weighing in at 243 pounds. He's known as "The Bad Boy" Shane Borderland.

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 wearing a baby bonnet, a bib and a diaper with as he raises his arms up in the air as the crowd laughs at 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. (Randy Orton Style) then he jumps off the turnbuckle.

Nailz: This match was made because Reginald Schmidt saw that Shane Borderland had an nonchalant attitude for his loss against Jason Kash at Rasslemania

Beckett: Oh come on. He had an off day at Rasslemania like any other wrestler would have.

Nailz: I don't think so but he doesn't seem to want to be in APW at all as of recent weeks.

Stenfelder: And his opponent coming from Long Island, New York weighing at 160 pounds. Mr Dangerous.

"Real American" hits the speakers. Mr. Dangerous comes through the curtain also wearing a baby bonnet, a bib and a diaper and trips over it, hitting his face on the ramp. After a minute or two, he gets up and makes his way down the ramp. He climbs the stairs and trips while walking through the ropes. He does, however, catch himself before he falls. He climbs the turnbuckle's but trips as he's making his way up the bottom. He hits his head on the ring post and is laid out in the ring.

Beckett: Oh no. Not this joke of a wrestler.

Nailz: Actually Mr Dangerous is no joke at all as he has defeated some big names in his time especially the recent win he got over JC Styles back on Meltdown a few months ago. He's on a huge winning streak.

Beckett: Seriously this guy just gets lucky wins all the time. Nothing impressive about that at all.

Nailz: Don't underestimate Mr Dangerous in any type of match.

Big Baby Singles Match
Shane Borderland vs Mr Dangerous

The match starts on Shane clotheslining Mr Dangerous and punches his head like crazy. Mr. Dangerous manages to squirm to the ropes, and the ref begins the five count to get Shane off of him. Shane relents at five, and gets back to his feet, limping from the after affects of him match with Jason Kash at RassleMania.

Nailz: How embarrassing is this match for Shane Borderland to be dressed up as a baby.

Steve Beckett: It's certainly a joke to see Mr Dangerous in there. Come on Shane beat this idiot up.

Shane motions for Mr. Dangerous to get to his feet, and as Mr. D does, Shane swings at him wildly! However, Mr. Dangerous ducks the blow, and rolls Shane up with a School Boy Pin, 1
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Borderland kicks out!

Beckett: Borderland almost got embarrassed there!

Nailz: What, you don't think he's embarrassed enough by the diaper and bonnet?

With Borderland still down, Mr. Dangerous grabs a hold of "The Bad Boy's" foot, and Shane begins to kick at him to try and prevent him from applying any sort of submission hold. However, Mr. Dangerous has vice-like grip on the foot of Shane, and as Shane kicks him in the chest, Mr. Dangerous spins right around, turning Shane as he does so, into a deep Single Leg Crab! Mr. Dangerous can't believe he got the hold locked in!

Nailz: That's the leg Shane's been having problems with lately!

Tears are streaming down the face of Borderland as he immediately taps out! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Mr Dangerous

Adam Stenfelder: Here's your winner by submission. Mr Dangerous.

Steve Beckett: Oh come on. That win wasn't legit.

Russ T Nailz: It was a legit win. However I was impressed on how Mr Dangerous went to attempt some submission moves and even win a match.

Steve Beckett: That was something different I got to admit but I still hate Mr Dangerous.

Mr Dangerous holds his hands up in the air as he then runs backstage trying to avoid the wrath of Borderland. As Shane lays in the middle of the ring, holding his knee in pain, it dawns on him that he's been fired from APW. He starts to throw a temper tantrum in the middle of the ring, his body shaking and contorting as he bawls like the baby he's dressed up as!

Nailz: Well I guess this is as appropriate of an end to the Big Baby Match as we're ever going to see! Shane Borderland is acting like a spoiled brat!

Beckett: C'mon man, pull it together! You're a grown man, for crying out loud!

APW Asylum goes to a commercial break with Shane still having his tantrum in the ring.

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We come back from commercial as the intro to DJ Z-Trip’s remix of LL Cool J’s “Mama Said Knock You Out” begins and the fans join in with the intro. We the rest of the song kicks in, we see the APW Tap Out Champion, “The Soul of Philly” TJ, emerge from the back, dressed to compete, as he looks around the arena, rubbing the bandage on his forehead. He smiles as he gingerly walks down to the ring.

Nailz: As you can see, TJ isn’t exactly recovered from that brutal match at Rasslemania IX against Reaver.

Beckett: No, he should consider himself lucky Reaver didn’t damage him further.
Nailz: Lucky? TJ defeated Reaver not only to retain his title but also further cement that he is the most dangerous man in APW, and whether you like him or not Steve, no one has been able to prove him otherwise.

By now, TJ has made his way into the ring with the Tap Out belt over his shoulder and a microphone in his hand.

TJ: Well, shoot, my first time in Uruguay and you guys have shown me one helluva time. I got a hero’s reception when I got off the plane, when I got to my hotel, when I got out of the bathroom at a restaurant, everywhere I go, I get this awesome reaction and I love it, I love you guys. If you didn’t know that before, you do now.

The cheap pop is a loud pop and TJ smiles, waiting for the crowd to quiet down.

TJ: I’ll be honest, I didn’t expect to be standing in front of you still the APW Tap Out Champion, really I didn’t. I mean, Reaver is a helluva competitor. He’s tough, mental, and dangerous. He had me thinking about what he would do to me and if I would actually be standing here tonight…

Dramatic pause. Dramatic Pause.

TJ: I mean, I didn’t expect to be standing in front of you guys as the APW Tap Out Champion, I expected to be leaning on crutches or something STILL YOUR TAP OUT CHAMPION!

The crowd roars again as TJ chuckles.

TJ: There wasn’t an ounce of doubt that no matter how I was here tonight in Montevideo…

Pause for a cheap pop

TJ: I was going to be the APW Tap Out Champion. Reaver gave me everything he could, he hit with everything he had, and I withstood it. I survived his offence. Not only that, I beat Reaver, knock him out cold with the Liberty Boot. I proved that I’m the most dangerous man in APW.

The crowd cheers as TJ smiles a smile of relief. Relief that Johnny Knuckles, Reaver, could not say that with any merit.

TJ: Despite Rassemania IX though, my staunchest critics still say I only have the title because I was the last man in the Christmas Chaos Tap Out Gauntlet. My staunchest critic though, myself, came up with a way to prove that I deserve this Tap Out Championship. Sure, beating Terry Marvin would prove I’m among the elite. Beating the Undisputed Champion in his first night on Asylum would surely shut up people who claim I have the title because I beat a tired Julius Farquhar. Sure continuing to hold this championship for a record amount of days would prove that. People said that about Michael Callahan and he did just that. But no, none of those would prove that I am a true champion AND the most dangerous man in APW.

He begins to pace around after switching the belt to his other shoulder.

TJ: See as soon as I got to my South Philadelphian home, I was thinking to myself, how the hell would I top that Rasslemania performance? I took all that Reaver had to give and beat him. How do you top beating someone who was once known as the most dangerous man in APW prior to you? How do you top stopping that man when he’s lost all sense of reality and will do anything to regain that title that you now hold? Easy, you hit harder and boy, did I hit him harder.

A still image of the Liberty Bell that ended the match appears on the tron screen as well as on the TV screen. We cut back to TJ who is leaning in the corner.

TJ: I’m gonna get that framed, but I figured that it was useless trying to top that moment because, in my opinion, there isn’t going to be someone who is going to come at me with more force, more hunger, than Reaver is. So I made the decision to stop trying to top something and start erasing doubt. Which is why at Mayhem, I’m going to erase any doubt that concerns how I got this title. See, like Julius at Christmas Chaos, I will defend this title, MY APW Tap Out Championship in a Tap Out Rules Gauntlet. I’m going to do what he couldn’t do. See, this time, I won’t be fighting to get the last spot in the gauntlet, no, I’m going to start the gauntlet, I’m going to run the gauntlet, and I don’t care who it is that decides to enter the gauntlet, I’m walking out of Mayhem with my Tap Out Championship!

Beckett: Wow, seems like TJ finally let the doubters get to him and he’s making a mistake.
Nailz: I don’t think so; I think he’s making this challenge to the roster more as just another way of telling the doubters that he hears them loud and clear, and instead of ignoring them, he’s going to shut them up, once and for all.

TJ: See, I don’t care who you are, as long as you are a member of the Asylum roster, you can enter the gauntlet. Be warned-

Just then, “Another Way to Die” by Alicia Keys and Jack White plays as we turn our attention to the entrance ramp where “The Main Attraction” Young Mannie and his entourage, Uncle Charlie and Alec Quartermain. Mannie stands in front of his group, dressed to the nines in Addias “swag”, with a mic in his hands.

Mannie: Be warned what? That your beard may eat people alive? Good lord man, have you ever heard of Gillette? No wonder why I’m the only sponsored Megastar on Asylum, you’re the best that Reginald can scrounge up and look at you, a giant hobo. Do you even care about how you look?

TJ: Not really, I think I look good. I look manly. Ladies, how do I look?

The female portion of the crowd lets loose whistles and cheers as TJ plays to them, showing off his massive physique.

TJ: Is this why you came down here? To talk about how I have more testosterone pumping through my face than your little family combined.

Uncle Charlie: Whoa now son, I was having my fair share of women because you were even a shot of vodka.

TJ: Relax there, don’t want you to throw out a back by pitching a tent thinking of the “glory” days. Mannie, why the hell are you wasting people’s time? Trying to sell us some Addias?

Mannie: Try to? Since I’ve announced my sponsorship with the greatest athletic apparel company, their sales have seen a very high increase, and demand is reach all time highs.

TJ: Demand to stop selling them maybe.

Mannie: Laugh it up big guy, because come Mayhem, I’m going to the one getting the last laugh.

TJ: Oh really? Throwing your hat into the gauntlet? Mannie gets snubbed from the ACTUAL Rasselemania, and he thinks he’s ready to play with the big boys. You really want in?

Mannie: Do the Sixers suck?

TJ: The answer is yes, because everyone knows that, but that doesn’t get you off from getting your ass kicked come Mayhem. Congrats Mannie, you’re the first in.

The crowd roars as Mannie smiles.

Mannie: Wow, he knows manners. You’ve come a long way from your prehistoric days Caveman. See you soon Champ.

“Another Way to Die” plays as Mannie and his crew go back to the backstage as TJ stares them down. After they leave. TJ raises the Tap Out Championship in the air as the crowd pops.

Nailz: TJ won that title in a Tap Out Gauntlet match at Christmas Chaos, whi-

Beckett: Because he was the last one out.

Nailz: Which is the very reason why he is throwing out the challenge that he will start the gauntlet and defeat whoever may enter. TJ’s going to shut you and his doubters up.

Beckett: We’ll see. I just wanna know who else besides Young Mannie will accept TJ’s challenge?

The camera opens up with the team of Aubrey J. Parker and Logan Alexander entering their locker room to a loud pop from the crowd. Aubrey and Logan both place their bags down and Aubrey sighs, turning to him with her hands on her hips.

AJP: So let's go through this again. WHY aren't you breaking Jair's ribs tonight?

Logan glances over at her.

LA: I never said I wouldn't, just that I wasn't going out of my way to do so. Besides... he's not really the one I'm mad at. He's just a convenient target to vent against.

AJP: Well, I think you SHOULD go out of your way to do. Since they went out of their way to complete fu-

Aubrey stops as something catches her eyes. The camera turns and reveals a thick, black book lying on one of the chairs inside the locker room. She stops and stares for a moment before a half-smile crosses her face.

AJP: Logan, did you bring your Bible with you? I had no idea!

LA: It's not mine. The only reason I'd bring one is to bury someone else with it.

He turns and glances over and follows Aubrey's gaze. He shrugs.

LA: Whatever it is, I didn't bring it in here. You want to take a look?

Aubrey moves over to it and picks it up, blowing the dust off the top.

AJP: Looks like it hasn't been touched in years... heavy though. Ha, bet it could break Kaylyn's nose. One shot. BOOM!

She observes it for a moment and then tosses the book to Logan. Logan catches it reflexively. He wrinkles his nose at it slightly and then brushes the dust aside.

LA: Wonder who dug out this fossil and then left it here.

He cracks the book open and flips through the first couple of pages.

LA: Really... Who writes a book with red ink?

Aubrey laughs a little and looks over his shoulder to view the pages.

AJP: What's it say?

He looks it over.

LA: Damned if I know... Looks like a bunch of squiggles to me. I'm not a linguist.

He looks over at Aubrey.

LA: Want to take a look?

AJP: LOOK... AT... THIS!!! Is this a tape recorder!?

Aubrey gently moves past Logan, deeper into the darkened locker room, gesturing toward a large, black boombox- a classic ghetto blaster. She leans down, observing it for several seconds. Logan turns and looks over the Aubrey.

LA: Where the heck did that come from?

He snaps the book shut and drops it onto the bench between their bags.

LA: You know what... I'm gonna go and track down some of the security and see if they spotted anyone coming in or out of here earlier this evening. Someone might want this stuff back... I'll be back in a while.

He casts a look to the door then smiles warmly at Aubrey before leaving.

LA: Time to deal with Hopkins.

She nods.

AJP: Do whatever it takes.

Logan heads for the door and steps out into the hallway. Aubrey turns to the boombox, hitting "PLAY". The boombox plays through a bit of static. Aubrey turns her attention back toward it.

"...As a foulness shall ye know Them. Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not; and Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold. Yog-Sothoth is the key to the gate, whereby the spheres meet. Man rules now where They ruled once; They shall soon rule where man rules now. After summer is winter, after winter summer. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They reign again..."

The excerpt of the recording rolls to a stop and the steady ticking of empty tape plays for a few seconds. Aubrey looks down at the boombox for a few moments... and she suddenly stops, going stoic. She takes a single step away from the boombox, and gasps.

The camera-man quickly backpeddles from the room and the door slams shut.

An ear-piercing shriek follows. The camera cuts away. Static.

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Stenfelder: The following is a Singles Competition and it is scheduled for One Fall! Introducing first, he is a Former Tag Team Champion, North American Champion, and is a member of M&M! LOOOGAAAANNN "CHAOS STRYKE" ALLEXXAAANNNNNDERRRRR!!

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, 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, moving to the center of it and looking around at the crowd who cheer loudly for him. He nods in appreciation before heading to one corner of the ring. There, he removes and drops his jacket to one of the ring side technicians. He moves back to the corner and leans against it, and looks towards the entryway, waiting for his opponent to show up.

Stenfelder: And his Opponent! Currently One Half of the APW Tag Team Champions as a Member of The Dying Breed...JAAIRR HOOOPKIIINNNNSSS!

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.

Logan Alexander Vs. Jair Hopkins

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Even before the bell rings, Jair Hopkins is pointing back and forth between him and Logan. He points down at the ring and waves in for a fight. Logan nods slowly and looks at the referee as he signals for the bell. Hopkins picks up his pace and shoots in, Logan skips sideways and shoves Hopkins away with a stiff arm. They begin to circle each other, Jair reaches out swiping at Logan. Finally they lock up and Hopkins throws a high forearm over the grapple and pops Logan to the forehead. Grabbing Logan's arm, Jair whips him across the ring. Off the ropes Logan comes with some speed and Jair Hopkins takes off his feet and looks for a jumping clothesline. Logan stops on a dime, Hopkins lands on the canvas and gets clobbered to the face with Driving Headbutt.

Beckett: Ha what a headbutt! I think Hopkins has a busted lip! Good one Logan!

Nailz: It will take more than a surprising headbutt to stop Jair Hopkins. He has made it his mission to get at Logan and AJP.

Beckett: Logan should be the one mad, M&M deserve a rematch at those Tag Titles!

Alexander grabs the left leg of Jair Hopkins and lifts it up. Quickly Logan drops a knee into the leg as it pounds into the canvas. Logan raises up and drops another knee into the side of Jair's knee. He flinches with pain as he grabs fiercely at Logan's face. Back on his feet, Logan takes hold of the same leg and raises it once more. He drags Hopkins to the ropes by the leg and places the leg up onto the middle rope. Logan straddles the leg and jumps up and impactfully sits down, putting his weight into the side of the leg and bending it in a way it shouldn't be bent. The referee pulls Logan off and he goes back at Hopkins.

Pulling the leg up off the canvas, Logan turns Hopkins to the center of the ring. As he leans forward to grab the other leg, Hopkins whips it up and kicks Logan to the temple. Alexander wobbles as he drops the left leg and looks to have little birds circling around his head. Hopkins scoots away and pushes himself up, with a slight limp to his leg he presses forward towards his opponent. Logan bursts at Hopkins but is met with a kick to the gut. Hopkins hooks in and hits a Fisherman Suplex, keeping the leg hooked for the pin attempt as the referee drops to the mat.

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Nailz: Quick thinking by the Tag Champion, this is why Dying Breed won the belts. Jair Hopkins is electrifying inside these ropes. Bailey isn't so bad himself either!

Beckett: I argue that M&M is better. Tommy Knoxville and Gooch might even be better. Dying Breed is overrated..

Nailz: That's the two time Tag Champions you're talking about. Current Champions at that!

He doesn't waste time to feel the disappointment of a two count before Hopkins is back on his feet. Turning to the far ropes, he bursts into speed and hits the ropes hard. Springing off them he is flying at Logan as the much older competitor is slowly pushing up to a sitting position. His eyes snap over towards Hopkins as he cuts through the air with a pencil pointed Running Dropkick that crashes into Logan's chest. Again to his feet, Hopkins hits the adjacent rope and comes off them just like the others. Logan on his back as Hopkins comes in, flips in a tight package and goes for a Flipping Legdrop but Logan sits up and Hopkins lands on his tailbone.

Turning over onto his hands and knees, Hopkins looks up to see Logan standing tall on his feet. To the gut comes a lifting kick from Logan and Hopkins tumbles over onto his side. Snatching up Hopkins left leg again, Logan lifts it up and slams down his knee into the canvas hard. Hopkins grabs the knee and roars in pain as Logan begins stomping away at the bruised limp. Logan mocks Hopkins by throwing up the Dying Breed hand sign and slapping it with his other hand. He laughs as the fans reign down boos from every corner of the arena.

Nailz: Total disrespect on the part of Logan Alexander here tonight! What would his mother think?

Beckett: She'd say GOOD JOB SON! Beat em All!

As his attention returns to Hopkins and he approaches his downed opponent, Logan is taken by surprise as Jair Hopkins kips up right into a quick snap Hurricanrana! The crowd erupts with the sudden move. Hopkins slowly but faster than average returns to his feet as does Logan. Both men turn to each other, Logan erupts from the canvas and drives himself at Hopkins with everything he's got. A combination of punches smack into Hopkins and he's forced to move backwards. He gets to the corner turnbuckles and lifts up as Logan approaches. Double feet push back by Jair Hopkins and Logan stumbles back. Hopkins props himself up and balances himself on the top turnbuckle. As Logan comes in, Hopkins comes off the top with a Shooting Star Press, clearly going for his "Hail Mary" DDT but as he grabs Logan, Logan shoves him and Hopkins slams hard into the turnbuckles before flopping forward into the canvas.

Beckett: Good Stuff! :CLAPS HANDS: What a Counter by Logan!

Ripping Hopkins up from the canvas, Logan grabs him by his braids while his other hand tightly grips Hopkins jaw. He pulls him to the center of the ring, mocking Hopkins, talking shit to him. As soon as the progress of motion is stopped, Logan Alexander spins around and hits his "Chaotic Impact" STO. Wanting to feel Hopkins quit, Logan doesn't try to pin him. He pushes to his feet and walks around to Hopkins legs. He lifts both legs and slaps on his "Perfect Chaos Theory" Submission hold. Hopkins reaches, screams as he is arched back. The referee checks on Hopkins and he's got nowhere to go and begins slapping the canvas uncontrollably. The referee calls for the bell.

Stenfelder: Your winner via Submission...LOGAN ALEXANDER!!

Nailz: Brilliant! BRILLIANT performance by Logan Alexander! If M&M doesn't get a rematch it'll be a travesty!

"Endless Possibility" begins to pump through the entire Arena as Logan sits still tightening his Submission Finisher. The referee tries to break it, push him off and when he does release it he charges at the referee. He turns around and stares down at Jair Hopkins.

Nailz: And now we head over to the back where I understand that Jack Spade has a special guest.

Beckett: A special guest? We're not even bother to give the former World Heavyweight Champion his name now? He's right, this place is truly circling the drain if we can't show our appreciation to a man like him.

We cut to the backstage interview set where Jack Spade is standing by with a fully suited and booted Phil Atken, appearing by his side remain his faithful staff of Dirk Dickwood, Saul Slendaman and the illustrious and sensual Mute Man's Monthly Hunk of the Month, Hank.

Spade: Thanks Nailz, I'm standing here with...

Beckett: He never thanks me...

Spade: ...the man who lost the World Heavyweight Championship to Keaton Saint on the last Asylum show, a man who hasn't been seen on an APW broadcast since and a man who tonight returns to the ring to take on Asylum rising prospect Christian Kane...

Atken: Why don't you read out my entire career history while I stand here like a lug Jack? Can you believe this Saul? Dirk? Hank? See, Hank can't believe it, look at his face, if that face of his doesn't sum of disbelief, I don't know what does.

Hank's face remains unchanged from the start of the interview. Phil yanks the microphone from Jack's hand anyway.

Atken: Honestly, you have the man who has defeated Michael Callahan, Jason Kash, Sally Talfourd to name but a few standing with you, the man who should have entered Rasslemania as THE champion of the company and yet, AND YET this places tries to erase that past. They try to pretend like none of it ever happened and now I have to stand here as Jack Spade of all people twitters on about my career like some kind of passionless mail order bride? That's the respect I get shown after I climbed to the top of this place? That... that is not good enough. This is not to my satisfaction. In fact, some of you have been wondering for some time why I let my legal advisor, the GREAT Saul Slendaman hang around this joint. Well my friends, that is for times like this.

Saul pulls out a piece of paperwork from the inside of his suit jacket pocket and waves it out in front of the camera.

Slendaman: This piece of paper that I hold in my hands may in fact be the most important piece of paper that exist in APW right now. It could very well control the very fate of this grand draft experiment. My client, the talented superstar that is Phil Atken is rightfully owed a re-match for the World Heavyweight Championship, a re-match that has not been offered to him to date and a re-match that Michael Callahan tried to avoid by jumping on the night rail over to Asylum.

Atken: I BEAT HIS ARSE!

Slendaman: So, we're here tonight to make things very simple for Mr. Schmidt. Phil is a fair man, he understands the pressures that you are put under to deliver the hard hitting action that the fans deserve so he's going to give you a little time to sort out this mess. He has also make it clear that he does not mind in you have yank Callahan's yankee behind back from Overdrive or if you serve him up the esteemed Terry Marvin as a way of delivering to him what is rightfully his. We're fair men, we're willing to give you to option Mr. Schmidt but I would HATE, and I do mean HATE to see what would happen to this fine company if this signed contract in my hand, signed by yourself and Phil Atken, was somehow to be breached. Why, I do believe that the penalty is quite a painful one. So we'll give you two weeks Reginald. Two weeks to make the right call. My office will be expecting to hear from you.

Saul shoves the paperwork back in to his pocket

Atken: Saul, he's too kind but he's a professional. I want to make things a little bit more clearer. Either this company gives me what is mine or I tear this joint down. I burn this company to the ground and ensure that those golden guys and gals that you want to brand as the future of this company never have that chance to shine brightly. If you wish to doubt my sincerity to that cause, I beg of you to please pay careful attention to what I inflict on one of the chosen children tonight. Christian, you have the body and mind that could be a company's saving grace and it breaks my heart to think of the damage I will have to inflict on you tonight. It tears me up inside because you don't deserve it. You don't deserve to be the representative on the company who tried to turn their back on me.

They've chosen you to be the lamb CK, and if I was you, I wouldn't be too pleased about that. They've put you in a no win position. You deserve better and I can offer you that opportunity to a better world. Not tonight though, tonight you serve as an example of what happens when you leave a man like me off the biggest show of the year and for that, I am truly sorry.

Phil slams the microphone back into the chest of Jack Spade and walks off, his entourage following him on tow.

Nailz: I think being left off Rasslemania may have finally sent Phil Atken off the deep end.

Beckett: Who could blame him, that man is a living, breathing APW legend and APW tried to whitewash his entire reign. They need to pay amends to the man and fast, for all of our sakes because he is on the warpath.

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Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"

The chorus and intro to “The World Is Yours” blares open through the speakers of the complex as the cheers are for the arrival of “The Dying Breed”. Anthony Bailey and Williams D. Williams come from the back, spotlight focused on them as they walk with style and grace while slapping the hands of their adored fans. Bailey with one half of the Tag Titles draped over his shoulder. Those of the haters are ignored as the duo make their way towards the ring.

Stenfelder: The Following contest is scheduled for One Fall and it's under Tag Team Rules. Introducing first! "The Smooth One" William D. Williams and One HALF of The APW World Tag Team Champions, "The Promise" Anthony Bailey...THE DYINNGG BRRRREED!!

As the introduction ceases, the men climb and roll into the ring as it’s a simple wave to the crowd before going to each corner of the ring, standing on the second turnbuckle, with their arms in the air. They look around before dropping down simultaneously. They come together back to the center of the ring, ready to take care of business.

Stenfelder: And their opponents...A new Tag Team on the scene! "The Addicted" Jason Kash and REAAVERRR...They are...FOUL PLAAAYY!!

"My Own Hell" begins to play as Reaver and Jason Kash come out from the back. Both colored in Black and Red as they step to the center of the stage. Kash slaps the ramp twice before arching his arms out to his sides. Reaver raising a single arm as the red strobe lights blaze around the arena. They head to the ring, Kash taking the steel stairs as Reaver leaps up on the Ring Apron with his knee. He pulls up and dips through the ropes as Jason Kash jogs the ring apron before leaping over the top rope in a vaulting motion. Kash points at Bailey and flips him off. Reaver backs into a corner and begins laughing as Kash stands ready to get some Action.

Nailz: How do you feel about this new Team of Kash and Reaver?

Beckett: It's a brilliant combination. Both should probably have straight jackets on but that's why their so loyal to Asylum. They'll be players in an already stacked Division.

The Dying Breed (Bailey & Williams) Vs. Foul Play (Kash & Reaver)

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Kash pats himself to the chest, showing Reaver he wants in first. Reaver exits the ring onto the apron at their corner. Turning around Kash sees Williams in the ring first and snaps a look at Bailey. Yelling, waving at Bailey to enter the ring, Kash taunts and runs his mouth but Bailey points at Williams. The bell sounds off and Kash walks at Bailey and almost reaches him but Williams comes in from behind, spins Kash around and tags him to the face with a huge right hook. Hands flailing above his head, Kash stumbles back and tries to catch himself. Williams hits another big blast to the jaw and Kash returns it quickly. Going for a short arm clothesline, Kash sloppily overshoots it and Williams dips around behind him, locking in a Full Nelson on Kash.

Lifting Kash up, Williams drops down onto his butt and connects with a Full Nelson Bomb that he calls "Chocolate Drop" and the fans are quick to show their enjoyment of Kash's misfortune. On his feet, Williams pulls Kash to his feet and Kash bursts out from the grapple and claps Williams with a Bell Clap. His ears ringing, Williams turns and holds both ears. Kash jumps up and hits a Back of The Neck Legdrop that plants Williams into the canvas.

Beckett: Excellent FameAssEr by Jason Kash. I've never seen him perform that move before, he's pulling out all the stops here tonight!

Kash stands up without using his hands as they stick out at his sides. His eyes in the direction of Bailey as Kash mouths off to him some more. Williams pushes up onto his hands and knees and drives a forearm into Kash's midsection. Kash pounds down into Williams back but Williams throws another forearm and another until Kash has stepped back and given Williams his space to rise. Kash comes in with a lifting big boot but Williams side steps it. As Kash twirls around after the miss he walks right into a Side Belly to Belly Suplex by Williams D. Williams.

Nailz: Williams showing that he can hang with any level of competition in APW! He's a Top Contender for Rising Star of The Year without a doubt!

Beckett: A rising star either reaches the top or fades. It's too early to know which Williams will become.

Both men sit up, Williams on his hands and knees and Kash on his back. Williams dives from his hands and knees and crashes a forearm into Kash's temple and it knocks him back. Reaver enters the ring, rips Williams up from the canvas and impacts him with a planting Brainbuster. Bailey enters the ring and chases Reaver back as the referee stands in between them. Kash rolls onto his stomach and pushes up onto his butt. He swings at Bailey as he goes back to his corner. Kash grabs the ropes and pulls himself up and spits at Anthony Bailey. The fans instantly go "OHHHH" as Bailey in a furry tries to reenter the ring but the referee stops him, holding him back. Kash hurries and waves Reaver into the ring. Reaver picks Williams up and lifts him with a Flapjack, as he falls, Kash steps in and connects with a Rising European Uppercut that snaps Williams into a crumbling pile on the ring surface.

Beckett: Good LORD that's Foul! See what I did there? Great broadcasting!

Nailz: It was very well executed, I'm not so sure about that second part...

Reaver leaves the ring in a hurry as the referee turns around and takes back control. Kash backs into his corner staring at Bailey with a smile as Williams lays on the canvas. He tags in Reaver and ducks through to the outside apron. Reaver enters the ring and damn near dives onto Williams, covering him for a pin attempt. The referee is quick to make the count.

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Reaver on his feet watches as Williams slowly turns and pushes up into a crawling position. Reaver stomps hard down onto Williams hand causing him to fall onto his side, grabbing at his hand. Reaver stomps down into Williams chest repeatedly as his laugh is heard to the people in the first few rows.

HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHE!

Pulling Williams to his feet, Reaver positions him for his Double Underhook Piledriver but Williams drives his head into Reaver's gut. Williams keeps himself on his feet and as Reaver comes in after him, Williams shoots into a dropkick and clips Reaver at the knee. Williams rolls onto his stomach and claws his way to his corner as Reaver tries to get his composure back. Williams stands up into a starter position and dives, making the tag to Anthony Bailey and the crowd goes wild! Bailey is inside the ring, Reaver comes in and Bailey pops him with a huge right. Kash starts to enter the ring and Bailey is on him like white on rice with pounding fists into Kash's back. Bailey lifts him and shoves him back into the corner, chopping him immediately to the chest.

Nailz: BAILEY IS GOING TO TOWN ON JASON KASH!!

Repeatedly chops to the chest and Kash looks like someone painted a red bulls eye on his chest. Reaver up and coming in hot crashes into Bailey from behind and he falls down in front of Kash. The referee scoots Kash to exit the ring as Reaver drops an elbow into the lower back of Bailey. Reaver wraps his hands around Bailey's chin and pulls back in a Crossface fashion. Bailey easily grabs the ropes and as the referee calls for the submission to break, Kash stomps down on Bailey's hand as it stays grabbing the bottom rope. Reaver gets up and slaps hands with Kash to tag him in. Rubbing his hands together as he enters the ring, Jason Kash looks excited to have this moment.

Beckett: Here we go! Kash gets his hands on Anthony Bailey!!

Reaver backs off outside the ropes as Bailey uses the turnbuckle pads to pull himself up to his feet. Kash steps away but when Bailey turns around, Kash rushes in flipping forward and ramming Bailey with a Corner Senton Splash. Kash hits the mat on his shoulders and rolls back as Bailey flops forward and splats into the canvas. The crowd boos but Kash is up again and is nothing but smiles! Turning to Reaver, Kash nods and flicks his eyebrows up. Reaver seems to know exactly what Kash is calling for as he sticks his hand out and gets tagged. Kash lifts Bailey up and puts him back into the corner. Kash slaps Bailey and once again spits right in Bailey's face. Again Bailey rages and looks at Kash with murder in his eyes as he walks out of the corner at Kash. Reaver dips into the ring behind Bailey and cups his mouth making his "Call".

HEEEE HAAAWWWW

Before Bailey can turn around, Kash is spinning and Reaver is attacking and both connect with their signature moves. Kash hitting his "Mark Of Jason" Rolling Elbow and Reaver hitting the "Donkey Punch". Anthony Bailey slumps down and folds at the knees before crumbling flat to the canvas. The crowd erupts in cheers and takes Kash by surprise as he looks out over the arena. To his surprise, Williams D. Williams has entered the ring and to the crowd's real reason for cheering, Kash is spun around and lifted quickly for a beautifully executed "Chocolate Wasted" GTS. Reaver rushes in and Spears Williams and begins pounding away at him with short punches. Kash spread eagle, arms reached out and his head turned to the side is out of it. Anthony Bailey wobbles as he pushes to his feet.

Reaver gets up off Williams but doesn't see Bailey behind him. Shaking out the blur, Bailey breaks into a sprint. He flies past Reaver, jumps off his feet hitting the far ropes and Spring Boarding into a Moonsault Reverse DDT. Reaver falls forward barely escaping the Finisher's grasp. Bailey lands on his feet but doesn't see that Kash has risen to his as well. Kash crashes a forearm into Bailey's back as Reaver turns towards him. Reaver grabs Bailey and flips him up over his shoulder in a Dominator position. Kash backs into the opposite ropes and as Reaver steps to the center, Kash bounces off the ropes and rushes at an upside down Bailey. Kash takes off from his feet as Reaver whips Bailey into a Dominator and Kash grabs and connects with a diving DDT Cutter.



Reaver turns Bailey over and drops down to make the cover as the legal man. The referee quickly drops and makes the count.

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Stenfelder: Your Winners by Pinfall...Reaver and Jason Kash...FOUL PLAY!!

Beckett: There you have it...Foul Play has arrived and one half of the Tag Champions just got beat in the process. Great division coming together for Tag Teams.

"My Own Hell" plays as the referee tries to raise the arm of Reaver but he pulls away from the man in stripes. Jason Kash on his feet stands and stares down at Bailey. Keeping himself from unleashing on his rival, he rolls Bailey out of the ring after Reaver gets off him.

The music dies out and the crowd is still roaring with Boos and Cheers. Bailey and Williams have left the ring and dragged themselves to the back as Jason Kash and Reaver remain inside the ring. Kash forces himself over to the ropes and waves for a Microphone. Adam Stenfelder walks over and hands him one, backing away quickly. Kash turns but remains leaning against the ropes as the mic comes up to his mouth.

Jason Kash: Well THAT was fun! Heh..Tonight wasn't just about introducing a new Tag Team although what a ride we will have! Tonight was about bringing together one of the most vile and violently charged groups that we've had in a very long time. See Asylum has seen a lot of new talent coming through the doors, wanting to install their own change to this show. I've fought to keep the roots in it's soil but me alone wasn't enough. No longer do I want to keep what was. Now I want to make sure the future is written with the blood and sweat that I...That WE spill and shed. We have sat by and watched people like AJP or The Pillars come in here and try to force their change without OUR permission. We, myself and this man over there are the LONGEST standing members of this Show and we are tired of seeing new names step through and not respect what has been laid out for them from the past. So..We went and found our own change. Something new that we approve of and trust in...

Reaver on his feet walks over and grabs the Microphone from Kash, he looks around as the fans come in with a low boo that rises as more people get behind it. Breathing deeply, he speaks.

Reaver: HEHAHA.......Ya know, Its been three years since Kash and I made our debuts here in APW. And while he has fought and clawed to find success, I haven't been as lucky. For years, I sacrificed everything I have for this business, for you people and what do I have to show for it? NOTHING! You all cheer the likes of The Dying Breed or The Pillars knowing well in full that they work to change what MADE Asylum what it is today. You don't pay your hard earned money to see change, you come to see the anarchy that guys like me and Jason bring. the TRADITION that founded this brand of APW and made it top billing over every other brand APW has to offer.

Jason and I could tear the roof off and annihilate each other right now, but laying in that hospital bed months ago; I realized that he couldn't keep the tradition of violence alone. Who else would show such animosity? Who else would bring out the TRUTH in human nature because in reality, we ALL have primal instincts. We ALL have primal urges that need to be satisfied, a hunger that needs to be fed. I just show mine alot more than most so now you get our "change" HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Grinning at his partner, Jason Kash pushes off the ropes and stumbles over to the side of Reaver and grabs the mic. He pulls it free of Reaver's hand as he pats the back shoulder of Reaver and steps closer to the Main Camera.

Jason Kash: All of this change? The addiction I have, the thirst he has came from the same source. We found ourselves in a man who has known the highest form of success this business has to offer. A man that proves that the past isn't exactly of lesser value but great Power and Influence. He's influenced me...He's not just good, he's not just Great...He's GRAND! Please welcome the LEADER of Foul Play..."Wrestling's JESUS" MICHAEL LIVELY!!

"Misseria Cantare" plays and as the fans stand to their feet to see if it's true, the Overdrive Grand Slam Champion and former North American Champion steps out from the back. A huge smile on his face, he has his arms raised up and to his sides as the boos come pouring down over him. He takes it in glory as he heads to the ring shaking a finger at Kash inside the ring. Jogging up the steel steps, Lively bounces in between the middle rope and instantly shakes hands with Jason Kash. The two hug before Lively spins around and invites Reaver with opens wide open for a big hug. Reaver stares at him like he's gone crazy. Lively laughs and takes the mic that Kash has held out for him. Lively walks around for a bit hearing the fans booing, cursing, garbage being thrown. Finally his voice breaks through the jeers.

Michael Lively: Hahaha...

Lively smiles as the crowd in unison chant with their best attempts to drown him out "F&@k YOU JESUS!" The self proclaimed Savior of Wrestling cups an ear welcoming the hate as if it motivates him. Not waiting for the crowd to stop Michael Lively steps on their chant speaking into the microphone.

Lively: These two men right here...

Lively points toward Reaver and Kash.

Lively: They couldn't of put more perfectly then they already have. THIS IS ASYLUM!!! A place for the insane, the mentally unstable, a home for chaos, breeding ground for devastation. WHO DARES STIFLE WHAT THIS PLACE REPRESENTS??? My history with Action Packed Wrestling had me take a detour at one point, and I found myself in this very place. Before APW ran this brand, before Kash or Reaver cut their teeth here and claimed this place as their own...the JESUS descended into Hell. That's right I slapped the shit out of the devil and walked away Suicidal champion. You won't find history of that because thanks to horrible business practices Trevor Blackwell ruined something incredibly amazing!!!

The crowd on their feet escalate their hatred as the Blackwell name is mentioned as Lively kind of grins a bit.

Lively: That's where APW and President Jeff came in. IWC had a second chance to live, soon the Asylum is what came to life, and ever since then people have tried their damnedest to stuff it down, or purify something so twistedly beautiful.

Kash and Reaver nod in approval as Lively seems to be speaking with passion for the cause.

Lively: So here we are!!! When you suspect Foul Play in the past, it wasn't a surprise to see any of our faces near by. Now there will be no suspicion, FOUL PLAY WILL LEAVE IT'S MARK. WE WILL TAKE UP THE FLAG AND FIGHT FOR ASYLUM!!

Reaver and Kash both clap in acceptance of Lively's call to battle.

Lively: I HAVE A DREAM...

Jason Kash: SPEAK BROTHER!!!

Lively: A dream where chaos runs ramped in Asylum. Where rules are tossed out, and referees are only there to count a pin fall or save a life. I HAVE A DREAM OF AN ASYLUM where the only thing pure about our wrestling is the blood that is shed and the violence that is spread! This is the home of FOUL PLAY, THIS IS ASYLUM!!!

"Misseria Cantare" hits the loud speakers as Lively tosses down the microphone. the crowd crowd showers disdain upon the newly introduced faction as Jason Kash bounces through the ropes to the outside, Reaver slowly moves through the ropes and drops to the ring side floors as well. Michael Lively the last out the ring but Kash and Reaver wait for him as he leads the approach to the backstage area.

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The scene opens to the inside of The Dying Breed’s lush locker room here in Montevideo. Bailey is seated on the couch messing around on his Macbook while Hopkins and Williams are playing a game of Spades against one another at the table on the opposite side of the room.

Anthony Bailey: After tonight we are Brazil bound for a little vacation. Are you guys ready? I know I am, just look at this.

Bailey turns the laptop one hundred and eighty degrees towards Hopkins and Williams to show them an exquisite picture of Rio de Janeiro.

Jair Hopkins: Of course we are bro! What better way for the premier tag team and stable in APW to celebrate ascending back to the top of the throne?

Bailey nods his head in agreement.

William D. Williams: Personally, I’m looking forward to the rest and relaxation and the opportunity to mingle with some of those fine Brazilian women. Do either of you know how to say “Who wants to get Chocolate Wasted?” in Portuguese?

They all laugh.

Anthony Bailey: Lya is such a sweetheart for blessing us with this trip. Rasslemania was a beast to get through but by the looks of things, it’ll be well worth it…

Bailey appears to daydream as he continues to stare at pictures of Rio de Janeiro on Google.

William D. Williams: Speaking of Rasslemania though, what about M&M? They had some pretty strong words about the crew this past week on Meltdown.

A look of revulsion emerges across the face of Hopkins.

Jair Hopkins: What about them? They had their chance on the biggest stage of them all and they came up short.

Anthony Bailey: Exactly. But Aubrey keeps running her pretty little mouth off on Twitter so I wouldn’t mind giving her and Logan one more round against us…but after we deal with Gooch and Knoxville first.

William D. Williams: Good ol’ Gooch, what a stand up guy right there. Hopefully he can hook us up with some of that delicious barbecue of his again in the near future.

Jair Hopkins: I agree. There’s no beef with Gooch or his boy Knoxville, but they both should definitely go back and study our match from two weeks ago.

Anthony Bailey: They should because The Dying Breed made a statement that night…the same way we plan on making one next week on Meltdown…

The scene fades out and then shifts back to the arena, where the ring is decorated with red, black, and yellow balloons. The Action-Tron is paused on an image of Stefan Raab pinning President Jeff at RassleMania, and above the Tron hangs a red and black banner with yellow lettering. It reads in German, “Die Ara der Raab Beginnt,” or The Era of Raab Begins. In the ring is a neebish looking man, a friend of Raab's named Elton.

Elton: I've never been in a wrestling ring before, but today it's for a good reason because we are here to celebrate a guy that has overcome all the odds that were stacked against him for the match at Rasslemania. Please welcome ladies and gentleman, “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab.

Linkin Park's “Wretches and Kings” begins to play over the sound system, and Stefan emerges from the backstage area to a loud chorus of boos. He looks up at the sign hanging above the Action-Tron, and is as pleased as punch as he reads it with a look of feigned awe on his face.

Nailz: How sad is it that this clown defeated President Jeff at RassleMania IX? Not only that, but he showed a severe lack of sportsmanship in attacking Jeff following the match!

Beckett: Even I was shocked that Raab was able to pull out the victory, but I very much enjoyed the killer instict he showed by not letting up, even after the bell!

As Stefan Raab makes his way into the ring, he immediately embraces Elton, holding it for far longer than he should, just to get a rise out of the fans. As he releases the hug, he calls for the mic and begins to speak.

Stefan Raab: Aww don't boo me since I defeated President Jeff at Rasslemania. In fact what you all should do is bowing down and kissing my feet, since the world of the real Mr. Rasslemania is now dead being replaced by Mr. Raabmania. What did I say I was going to do to President Jeff, on the last Asylum show huh?

I sure as hell proved you swine's here and in the back wrong didn't I? I feel great, and it's the best thing I've ever done in my career on defeating the owner. Nobody has ever defeated Jeff on Asylum in a single's match at Rasslemania like I have so that's record-breaking stuff right there.

The crowd continues to rain down boos on Raab, as Elton blindly applauds him. Raab continues to speak.

Stefan Raab: Ah I smelt victory on that night, even before the match between me and Jeff started, because what I had was confidence. I wasn't even on twitter for a few weeks because I was training so hard for the Rasslemania match, and I almost missed the Meltdown Battle Royal match due to me training for my match against Jeff.

It worked perfectly because I would've lost the match if I wasn't focused, and didn't have the determination that I did at Rasslemania. Things are going to change a lot now I got a win that I deserve, since December last year on the Meltdown Supershow event when I had to face against Slade Craven, but this win was bigger than winning over that blödes arschloch.

Oh yes I do have to say that how wrong was Jeff when he said that he was going to embarrass me in front of his home fans, when in fact it was me that embarrassed him. Now I laugh at myself on how stupid Jeff feels right about now and how he's licking on his own wounds, from me beating his ass in the ring. Thank you Jeff for making me a bigger star than I was, and thank you for starting the era of Raab that has fallen upon APW.

Nailz: Is this guy ever going to shut up?

While Raab stands there triumphantly, Elton gives him a feeble tap on the shoulder.

Elton: Don't you have something planned for this show?

Stefan Raab: I was just getting to that now. You see since I defeated Jeff. I got thinking that since people are getting handed title shots around here, it's about time that I get a title shot, and I want to face whoever is the winner of the suicidal title match later tonight, between Aubrey J Parker and Kaylyn James Evans since nobody else has challenged the suicidal champion a match, since Aubrey was champion.

I've never had a title shot since I arrived on Asylum in September. Because it makes me sick so bad that I should become the new general manager of Asylum, since Reginald Schmidt is doing a rubbish job, and it won't be named Sunday Night Asylum. Oh no it will be named Sunday Night Raabmania. I will be in every single main event match that I will wrestle on the new Sunday night Raabmania show.



Nailz: Finally, The Warden of the Asylum is here to lay down the law!

The boos turn to cheers as the sounds of “Never Gonna Give You Up/Smells Like Teen Spirit” hit the speakers, prompting the arrival of Asylum General Manager Reginald Schmidt and his assistant, Bambi, to the arena. Reginald is all business as he storms down to the ring with purpose. Elton is cowering in fear behind Raab as Reginald and Bambi step into the ring. Raab has a smug smirk on his face as Reginald starts into him.

Reginald: Now you listen here, Mister! Just because you defeated President Jeff at RassleMania doesn't mean you get to come out here and make such grandiose claims or demands!

Stefan: I defeated the owner of this company, I can do as I please!

Reginald: Actually, no you cannot! Surely, Stefan, you read the contract that you signed for the match, did you not?

Stefan: I skimmed it, yes.

Reginald: So you're well aware of the fact that nowhere in the contract did it state that defeating President Jeff would entitle you to any special treatment or favors.

Raab is beginning to show signs of frustration.

Stefan: Well, he is the owner of the company! It would be reasonable for one to assume that beating him gets that person whatever they want!

Reginald: Raab, you know what assuming does, don't you? It makes an @$$ out of you and me, but in this case, I think you're the only one coming out looking like an @$$!

The crowd pops at this remark, and Raab loses it, stomping around the ring, kicking the bottom rope. He looks like he's about to deck Reginald, using all his strength just to hold back from slugging the boss in the chin! Bambi butts in, with a sound of authority in her voice.

Bambi: I wouldn't do that if I were you, Mr. Raab. He's your boss.

Raab's teeth are clenched, and his face is turning red. Reginald is laughing at the mad German man, while Elton cowers in the corner. After a few tense moments, Raab explodes, and decks Bambi right in the face, knocking her to the ground!

Nailz: What the hell is Raab doing!? We knew he was a scumbag, but attacking Bambi! That's just uncalled for!

Reginald lunges for Raab, but he and Elton quickly get out of the ring, and head up the ramp, the fans booing loudly as the dastardly duo retreats. In the ring, Reginald get down on both knees to check on Bambi, turning towards Raab and shaking his fist as officials come down to assist her.

Beckett: Just when you think that there's a line Stefan Raab won't cross, he waltzes right over it! How is the doofus GM going to get a handle of this guy if he keeps going around doing stuff like this!?

Nailz: Raab is a coward and a punk, attacking a defenseless woman like that! There's going to be hell to pay for sure!

Asylum cuts to a commercial break, with Raab arrogantly rubbing his fist while Reginald Schmidt glares at him from the ring.

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

Dirk Dickwood: Ladies and gentleman, please be upstanding for a true visionary, a man who will burn this company to the ground and rebuild it in his image, the rightful #1 contender, PHIL! ATKEN!

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.

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.

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.

Stenfielder: And from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he is “The Canadian Sensation!” Christian Kane!

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.

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.

”The Unfortunate One” Phil Atken VS “The Canadian Sensation” Christian Kane

Nailz: And in this international incident we have a bout between two men who couldn't be any further separate if you put them on opposite sides of the solar system.

Beckett: Christian Kane is a man who simply oozes sex appeal, driving his fans wild wherever he goes with effortless charisma and appeal. Phil Atken is a plodding individual wrapped up in farce and general doofus behaviour who has about as much sexual magnetism as a rotting tomato. That said, they're united only in how brilliant they are in their minds.

And the bout begins with the much faster, much quicker Christian Kane sweeping in for a single leg takedown and dragging Atken to the floor for a jumping elbow drop followed by several standing ones right to heart of Atken. Atken squirms and thrashes but can't get the timing right to avoid them. Kane then goes for a Curbstomp and plants Akten's face square into the mat but it only gets a narrow two count. Momentum swings for Atken though when he counters the I'm Bad by bringing both his knees up into the ribs of the dazzlingly fast Kane. Atken then tries to ground Kane with a clip of the knees and a shinbreaker to bring the pace down to a crawl.

Beckett: Christian Kane is all speed and style but Atken is trying to take that game out of him by breaking his g'damn legs! You can see the pain in CK's face that it's working!

Nailz: True enough Steve! Kane is protecting that knee like a wolf would it's fawn. He's trying to deny Atken access like a drunken ex-husband.

Beckett: That's... an unusual turn of phrase Russ.

Back to the action, Kane is getting his leg ragged about by Atken who's slamming it with elbows, locking in knee bars and just generally griefing the hell out of the joints. To add to matters, Atken even manages to pull off Kane's kneepad so he can really get to work on tearing up the joints and softening him up for that finale. Lo and behold though, CK fights his way out of it and when both men find their feet he takes a risk and lands a big dropkick followed by a vertical suplex which thanks to Phil's lightness is a plausible manoeuvre. He awaits Phil to get up again before levelling him with the STKO and when the time is right, he prepares to knock Phil for six with that Super Sexy Kick. Phil staggers to his feet but as the foot goes straight for his chin, Atken shows incredible reactions by actually catching the foot.

Nailz: SUPER SEXY KICK-OH NO! ATKEN CAUGHT IT!

Beckett: HERE WE GO!

A dragon screw later, Atken is on the floor twisting into a Figure Four Leg Lock in the middle of the ring. With nowhere to go, Kane reluctantly taps out to save his leg anymore damage.

Winner: “The Unfortunate One Phil Atken

Beckett: Phil Atken is back on form ladies and gentlemen! With an astonishing catch, Atken transitioned straight into his patented submission hold and set himself back on the road towards that coveted #1 contender spot he believes deserves!

Nailz: Atken may have won the match tonight, but just because he threatened our General Manger earlier tonight doesn't mean he's going to get a title shot!

Atken gets his hand raised, and soaks in the boos from the crowd. Kane's women pull him out of the ring and help him to the back, as Atken continues to gloat in the ring.

Asylum cuts backstage, where General Manager Reginald Schmidt is storming around like a madman. He comes across Stefan Raab's dressing room, and begins to pound on the door.

Reginald: RAAB! RAAB! YOU GET YOUR BEHIND RIGHT OUT HERE, RIGHT NOW MISTER!

After there's no response, Reginald puts his shoudler into it, and barges through the door. Inside the locker room, he finds Elton, cowering in fear in the corner.

Reginald: Where's you friend, Raab?

There's a tremble in Elton's voice as he responds.

Elton: He's not here. He's already left the arena. Please don't hurt me!

Reginald gets right in Elton's face, grabbing him by the collar.

Reginald: I don't believe you for a second! Now tell me where that son of a gun is, or I might just have to rough you up a bit!

Elton: He's not here! I swear! He said something about going to the trainer's room! That's all I know!

As Elton is spilling the beans, Reginald sniffs the air a few times, and appears to be repulsed.

Reginald: Did you just wet yourself?

A deep look of shame comes across Elton's face.

Reginald: Come on, mister! That's just wrong! On international television to boot! Pull yourself together, you worm!

Reginald shoves Elton to the ground, and rushes out of the locker room, heading towards the trainer's room as Asylum cuts to a commercial break.

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As Asylum comes back on the air, Reginald Schmidt bursts into the Trainer's Room to find Stefan Raab there, standing over the knocked out Bambi, stroking her hair in a very creepy manner.

Reginald: You get away from her, you sick son of a gun!

Stefan: Quite now. Can't you see she's sleeping?

Raab pulls Bambi to her feet, wrapping one arm around her throat as he stands behind her, using her as a human shield between himself and Reginald.

Reginald: Let her go, Raab! Just let her go!

Stefan: Only if you give me what I want! I want title matches, I want Main Events! I want this show to be called Sunday Night Raab-a-Mania! You give me what I want, and I promise, she won't be harmed!

Reginald takes a step towards Raab, which prompts him to tighten his grip around Bambi's throat!

Stefan: I wouldn't get any closer if I were you, Reginald! Not if you want your precious assistant to not get further harmed! She's a very pretty one. It'd be a shame to have to cause further bruising, especially on her delicate little neck.

Reginald: You're taking this too far, Mister! Now you let her go right now!

Raab's dragging Bambi and himself along the wall, inching ever closer to the doorway. Reginald tries to again to move it, but every time he does, Raab tightens his grip until he steps back.

Stefan: Only if you give me what I want.

Reginald: I'm not going to just give you what you want!

A dangerous look flashes across the eyes of Raab.

Stefan: So I'm going to have to earn it then? Fine! You versus me, at Mayhem! If I win, Asylum becomes my show!

Reginald: It doesn't have to come to this, Raab!

Stefan: It already has.

Raab is about to make his way through the door with Bambi still in his grasp, as Reginald finally caves in.

Reginald: I'm not a wrestler, Raab! I've never been good in a fight. But if it means I you get your greasy paws off of Bambi, fine, I'll do it!

Stefan: Good.

At this point, Raab lets go of Bambi, and pushes her right into Reginald. He bolts out of the room, leaving Reginald with his assistant. She's slowly beginning to come to as Asylum cuts back to the announce team at ringside.

Nailz: That slimy, despicable Stefan Raab has weaseled his way into a match with Asylum General Manager Reginald Schmidt, with the future of Asylum hanging in the balance!

Beckett: How big of an idiot is Reginald Schmidt, agreeing to that kind of a match with Raab! He's never wrestled a match in his life! I think the Era of Raab may begin in earnest following Mayhem!

Stenfelder: The following contest is Scheduled for One Fall. Introducing first, he is a Member of The Pillars...He is the Former APW World Heavyweight Champion..."The Paragon Of Wrestling" KEAAATOOON SAAAAIINTTT!!

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.



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…‘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 ADIDAS sweatsuit on while soaking in the hate, as 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 remove his sweatsuit.

Nailz: This is a big test for Young Mannie but I believe Keaton Saint will want to bounce back from his RassleMania loss.

Keaton Saint Vs. Young Mannie

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Young Mannie all smiles, as he looks across at Keaton Saint. The referee calls for the bell and Mannie extends a hand as he walks towards Saint. Keaton stops and looks at Mannie and slowly agrees to shake his hand but as he goes to grab the hand, Mannie pulls his back and in old school fashion, wipes the side of his head. Laughing Mannie turns to the fans as they boo him but Keaton Saint rushes in and clobbers Mannie with a forearm shot to the jaw. Saint steps into Mannie with a knife edge chop as Mannie begins stumbling back after being taken by surprise. After the second knife edge chop, Mannie slides out of reach and jumps off his feet with a pin point dropkick that catches Saint and flings him back into the ropes. As Saint leans back against the ropes and pushes off them, Young Mannie hits him to the chest with a stiff Palm Strike.

Quickly jumping in front of Saint, Mannie goes into a rapid combination of Palm Strikes before leaping up and coming down with a downward driving Elbow to the top of Saint's head. Keaton drops down to one knee as Young Mannie grabs him and plants him with a DDT just as soon as Mannie's feet hit the canvas. Standing up, Mannie goes into celebration and the crowd hates it. He mocks them and push kicks Saint's head right before pulling him up off the canvas by it. Saint drives forearms into Mannie's gut and breaks his grapple. Mannie comes in with a Spinning Round House Kick but Saint catches him from behind Back Body Drop.

Beckett: Get up Mannie, GET UP!

Nailz: I don't think he can hear you..Do you talk to the television as well when you sit at home? Just sad man...

As Saint moves up to his feet he brings Mannie with him. He presses chest to chest with Mannie, walking him up against the ropes. Pulling away, Saint whips him with an Irish Whip that sends him across the ring. Mannie hits the ropes as Saint is positioned at the center of the ring. The spring off the ropes and Mannie is flying with tremendous speed as he returns to Saint. Saint leans forward going for a Shoulder Toss but Mannie leap frogs Saint and continues to run behind him. Hitting the ropes where the irish whip had been first used. Saint spins around as Mannie comes in even faster than before and goes for a Clothesline. Keaton being more experienced anticipates the clothesline, ducks it and slides to the back of Mannie hitting a Reverse Aztec Suplex and the crowd erupts in ovation!

Nailz: What a Counter by the Former World Champion!

Beckett: Should it count if he didn't defend it once before losing the belt? It's at the very least debatable right? Should be..

Nailz: Well it isn't, the man is in the history books. A history recently moved to Overdrive I should mention.

Saint crawls and covers Mannie as the referee goes for the count. Alec Quartermain grabs the top rope and pulls himself up onto the ring apron. He begins to enter the ring which causes the referee to stop the count and stop him. He holds onto Quartermain and Keaton Saint looks up and slaps the mats before getting to his feet. Alec waves wanting Saint to come get some but the big man drops off the ring apron as Mannie climbs to his feet behind Keaton Saint. The fans boo wanting to get Saint's attention but Mannie strikes first. Mannie rushes past Saint, hits the ropes right in front of him and as Saint reacts it is too late as Young Mannie blasts him to the face with a Savage Kick. Once again Mannie celebrates mocking the crowd and his opponent. He turns to Quartermain and claps for his involvement as well.

Beckett: What an impressive work over by Mannie on this "former" World Champion. Mannie's star is rising and Saint can't lean on TJ to keep his bright much longer.

Nailz: Are you INSANE? Keaton Saint is a name in this business, if this is a slower time in his career than fine but Mannie's whole career has been slow up until recently. Quit kidding yourself!

Mannie looks down at Saint laying on his back. His eyes shoot to the top turnbuckle and a smile creeps across his face. The crowd booing, Mannie dips out the ropes onto the ring apron and proceeds to climb the turnbuckles. He gets to the top and signals for his "Diving Double Foot Stomp" Finisher. He balances tall and goes to the skies! Even before his descent Keaton Saint rolls and pushes himself off the canvas as Mannie stomps the canvas his knees buckle and he falls forward. Saint rushes in and connects with his "Paragon DDT" that rolls into a Necklock. Mannie goes crazy waving his arms, reaching out wanting the escape. Alec Quartermain rushes the ring apron, Saint releases the submission and bursts from the top position and no sooner does Saint get into a sprint does he slide right into Alec Quartermain with a Baseball Slide. Alec is pushed back and rams into the guard railing but doesn't fall. He looks enraged as the referee warns him about getting involved for the last time.

As Saint pulls himself up with the ropes, Young Mannie slowly makes his way to his feet, and gets a burst of energy, rushing at Keaton and giving him a Running Dropkick that sends Saint falling through the ropes to the arena floor! Quartermain takes a few steps towards the downed Saint, but before he can get too close, Saint's friend, TJ, hops over the barricade, and tackles the big man to the mat! Both men are going at it as Mannie quickly exits the ring and tries to kick TJ off of Quartermain! Saint gets to his feet, and rushes in at Mannie, and before long, all four men are brawling on the outside! The ref tries to break things up to direct Mannie and Keaton back into the ring, but to no avail! The ref has no choice but to call for the bell.

No Contest

Stenfelder: The referee has ruled this match a No Contest!

The fans boo the non-decisive ending to the match, but the boos don't last long as the fight between Mannie & Quartermain and The Pillars continues out on the floor! The action is fast and furious, until Uncle Charlie comes up behind Keaton and cracks him across the back of the head with his Eightball Cane! This allows Mannie to pull Saint in and give him the Death By Mannie right on the floor mats! Quartermain and TJ are still going at it, but with Saint down, it allows Uncle Charlie and Mannie to come to the aid of the big man. Uncle Charlie clocks TJ with his cane as well, allowing Mannie to jump up, and deliver the Fatal Attraction! The fans boo loudly as Mannie and his posse continue to stomp and beat down the Pillars!

Nailz: With the way things got out of control in this match, the ref had no choice but to rule this a no contest! Still, the post-match antics of Mannie and his friends leaves a lot to be desired!

Chase: Considering that Mannie's going to be participating in TJ's Gauntlet Tap Out Match at Mayhem, it's only right that he tries to get any and every advantage he can!

The crowd continues to boo as Mannie and his crew head back up the ramp, acting like they just won the Super Bowl. The Pillars start to come to, and TJ just glares at Mannie, boring a hole into him with his angry stare.

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We catch up with Logan on his way back to his lockerroom after his match, looking irritable as he heads down the hallway. He goes to push the lockerroom door open but it holds fast.

LA: Hey Aubrey! Did you lock the door on me?

He fishes out a key from his ring jacket and tries it on the lock, but finds the door is unlocked.

LA: Uh... huh...

He plants his feet and shoulders the door open after a couple of shoves. He stumbles into the room.

LA: What the...?

The camera looking over his shoulder after a few moments. ( Enter in here what you'd like the room to look like. )

LA: Aubrey?

The camera looking over his shoulder after a few moments, it finally moves around to get a good view of the room, which has been completely torn apart. Aubrey and Logan's clothes have been strewn about the room. The overhead lights have all been ripped from the ceiling. Wires dangle in front of Logan, and the one remaining light flickers but threatens to die.

LA: Aubrey?

Hahahahahaha...

The sound is faint, and comes from around the corner of the locker-room, leading to the bathroom and shower area. Faintly, the faucet can be heard running at full blast. Logan cautiously makes his way through the room and over to the doorway leading into the bathroom. He peer's around the corner.

HA!

The camera-man is apparently as disoriented as Logan Alexander, who is grabbed by the hair from the doorway and pulled inside with overwhelming strength. Logan stumbles into the room, hitting the ground, groaning as he slips over the wet floor. He shakes off the cobwebs, but instinctively throws himself up to one knee, turning and casting a look over his shoulder.

Aubrey J. Parker leans against the wall, tears in her eyes, a wire wrapped around her leg. She looks up at Logan wide-eyed and shakes her head.

AJP: It wasn't the Bible!

He looks over his partner warily... especially the length of wire still around her leg.

LA: What... was it?

Aubrey looks up at him and her expression suddenly becomes cold. Her lips curve into a smirk, and the leg with the wire twitches... her fingers move over it, tugging at the wire, but to no avail. She leans forward and speaks to him in a whisper.

AJP: Freedom.

Logan looks at her, perplexed by her words, though there is an uproarious laughter from those in-the-know in the Uruguay audience.

The camera switches views to the hallway, starting roughly 100 feet away from the room... before rapidly charging forward, a horrible, moaning sound escaping from the mouth of whatever is behind the camera.

We cut to the inside of the bathroom again where Aubrey glances out in the direction of the locker room and then back up at Logan. Upon closer inspection, we see that she's clutching the book firmly in her right hand. She pushes herself up to her feet and smiles up at him.

AJP: That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange aeons even death may die.

The camera explodes into the locker room, sending the door flying to the ground into pieces!

LA: Aubrey... wait right here. I'll go get some help.

He stand and heads for the door.

LA: Aubrey... wait right here. I'll go get some help.

He stand and heads for the door. Logan walks out of the door, and the camera follows him...

...and the door leads Logan right back into the same room. Logan's eyes widen, briefly, but he shakes his head and turns to Aubrey, confusion still etched onto his face, mixed with concern.

AJP: Jooooiiiin usssssssss...

LA: Uhh-

Logan whips around as he hears another shriek, another gasp... and the camera flies through the door, right toward Logan's face.

We hear nothing more than a grunt, and a thump, and the scene fades to black, along with the soft, half-whispering, half-snickering of Aubrey J. Parker.

Beckett: .....SHE READ THAT DAMN BOOK!!! I KNEW IT WAS TROUBLE!

Nailz: ...what the hell...

The scene cuts to elsewhere in the backstage area you quickly see a Uruguay Mail Carrier walk around the corner. He looks up at the locker room door numbers, looking for one in particular. A green bag of mail and other deliveries hanging on his back bounces with each step. He stops and looks up at the door in front of him and down at the package in his hands. Smiling he found his destination and begins to knock on the door. Three taps and he looks down the hallway on both sides of him not seeing too many other people. This being his first delivery to a Wrestler, he seems quiet excited to deliver the package. As the door opens his eyes shoot up at Anthony Bailey who is standing in the door way.

Mail Carrier: Oh Wow! You are Anthony Bailey! Here, Here your package! Please accept!

Anthony Bailey: Package huh? Thanks what do I owe you?

Mail Carrier: No, no! Nothing! Thank You! Bye bye!

The Carrier rushes off red in the face like he's shy in front of a Wrestling Celebrity. Bailey holding the small package peeks out the door and watches the guy run off and turn a corner. Shutting the locker room door, Bailey looks at the package. It has no sender name and it's wrapped in newspaper from the US. Williams D. Williams and Jair Hopkins are seen in the room as well. Hopkins fresh out the shower, Williams heading in himself to take one. Bailey rips open the package to find a CD case with a Burned DVD inside. The marker written label reads: Play Me NOW.

Bailey turns to the hanging Television at one of the corners in the room. He inserts the DVD and steps back with the remote. He pushes play and watches. The sound of the remote clanking against the locker room floor gets Hopkins attention as he looks up and sees Jason Kash on the Television screen.

Jair Hopkins: Oh man...

He gets up from the bench he's sitting on and steps over next to Bailey. Kash is sitting down at a nice romantic dinner table. Candles in the center along with some flowers. What really catches Bailey's attention is the person sitting next to Kash...Tasha, Bailey's ex-girlfriend. Kash's voice breaks as he "notices" the camera filming him.

Jason Kash: Well Salutations Good People!! I'm sure Hopkins and Williams are nearby right now with you Bailey. This however concerns you more so than either of them. How are you Bailey? Did tonight go as you planned? Either way, I wanted to make sure tonight was special. Not just in victories or defeats but something to really REMEMBER! I'm sure by now you caught on that Reaver and I had followed you around for a bit. No big deal, nobody got hurt right? Well I already had plans for you even then. Those plans of course include this beauty right here!!

He leans over and scoots Tasha's chair closer to him so they both appear in the camera. She is droopy, rocking in the chair and she seems to be tied down in the chair as well. Kash lifts her face by her chin and faces it towards the camera.

Jason Kash: Say Hello Dear!! She's bashful right now Bailey. We have some big news we wanted to share with you. She wanted to keep it quiet so your feelings wouldn't be hurt. So sweet isn't she? Well I decided that it was best to be honest with you. We done went and got ourselves HITCHED!! That's right, take a moment to let it really sink in...Oh you're drooling sweat heart!

Anthony Bailey: That mother fu...ARGHHH!!

He turns from the television but turns back instantly as Kash's voice once again breaks through the TV speakers.

Jason Kash: Now see down here in Uruguay getting Married wasn't as tough as I expected. It wasn't Vegas fancy but we got it done! Now this is where things get interesting Bailey. I know for months you've said I wasn't worth your time. I know you've made excuse after excuse as to why we couldn't have another match with each other. The Tag Match I'm sure was fun for both sides but you know it wasn't what I wanted. So long as you have the Tag Titles, a simple Tag Match only fed the addiction with a small dose. Clearly breaking into your home didn't leave a long lasting hatred so I found a method that is SURE to work. So I offer you a choice Bailey. This marriage can be nullified by tomorrow morning and I'm willing to do just that. I will do that for you and release Tasha from where she is being held...Under a few conditions.

Kash puts an arm around Tasha and kisses her on her cheek. It riles Bailey up even more as Jair Hopkins doesn't know what to say or do.

Jason Kash: I know how you both just LOVE to call the Police and that's one of my conditions. No cops. Don't be such a snitching bitch and handle this with your own justice, I beg of you to see it this way and hope you do. HOWEVER it's not my only condition Bailey! See I want a MATCH with you...One of my choosing and that match will happen at Mayhem. I know you'll likely be defending your Tag Titles but I'm sure Double Duty is something you can handle right? Again my stipulation, not yours and not APW Management. Those are my conditions Bailey, really quiet simple isn't it? Now if you don't accept these terms then let me be a great help and tell you what happens then.

He leans over and gets really close to Tasha's face. He acts like he is about to kiss her but stops because of the mouthful of drool. He smiles and looks back at the camera.

Jason Kash: With marriage it has to have a lot of things to work. Trust which CLEARLY needs work on. But it also needs a certain "element" in the bedroom. I can ASSURE you that if you deny me this Match I will make SURE Tasha here has a Honey Moon that will never leave her dreams at night..I'm giving you 24 Hours to make your decision and if you accept, I give you my WORD I will never bother Tasha again, Thieves Honor. If you don't accept? The Honey Moon begins Bailey and I PROMISE that it will find it's way onto the Internet for ALL to see and enjoy...Say goodbye Tasha...

He lifts her face again, squeezing it at the jaw and cheeks. Then he shoves her sideways, her chair tips over and her hands being locked to the chair give her no support. A thud is heard and Kash covers his open mouth with a hand like he did it by accident.

Jason Kash: Opps..See ya Bailey!

The tape is stopped and the screen turns blue. Bailey stands there with water in his eyes, Hopkins patting him on his shoulder as anger fills his face as Asylum fades to another commercial break.

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The scene cuts to the interior of Kaylyn James Evan's locker room prompting a negative reaction from the Montevideo audience. Kaylyn is lacing her boots, whistling a soft tune to herself... quickly identified as her own theme music.

KNOCK.

KNOCK.

KJE: Whoever it is, make it quick!

She stopped her tune only for a brief moment never turning her attention to the door as she continued to get ready for her match. Her focus was on par and she was keeping it there.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUHHHHHWWWWNNNN...

Immediately, a chainsaw begins to cut through the door, sending chunks of wood and splinters flying into the room!

Hearing the chainsaw grabbed Kay's attention quickly as she jumped up, turning towards the door as she backed up, tripping over her bag, and almost landing on her ass.

AJP: YO! SHE-BITCH!

Within seconds, a perfect rectangle has been cut into the door. Aubrey J. Parker's figure is visble standing on the other side, though her face is still masked by the remaining, dangling chunks of wood hanging before her in the doorway. The chainsaw continues to groan and moan in her hands.

AJP: Let's go.

Parker steps in through the hole she created in the door, glaring down at Kaylyn with wide eyes... and a grin. Kay's eyes remained wide and her hands went up infront of her.

KJE: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down there Parker. Not wanting to wait until we step into the ring to have at it?

Kay couldn't help but notice the look she had in her eyes. Something... different.

AJP: No.

Aubrey powers off the chainsaw and lets the motor die before she looks down at Kaylyn, moving closer to her, the look on her face never changing.

AJP: We step into the ring, and no matter what happens, you come back. You come back... again... and again... And I'm not having it. SO HOW ELSE DO YOU SUGGEST WE END THIS, KAY!? Because I look to my left, and I...

Aubrey points to the chainsaw.

AJP: And I see a great option. And I don't think one match is going to solve this. Do you?

Kay couldn't even stop herself from laughing after hearing Aubrey's reasoning.

KJE: Wait... remember something chick. You wanted to run your little mouth. I gave you what you wanted. My attention. Now, it's too much for you to handle? Tell me something... are you afraid Parker? Are you afraid that I might wind up taking the last thing you have going on for you here?

AJP: I'm afraid.

Aubrey smiles down at Kaylyn.

AJP: I'm afraid that no matter what, you're not going to stop. Whether I lose, whether I win... you're gonna keep coming back. And I'm afraid, that this isn't going to end. We play this game, this same, freaking... game... and I beat you... and I hurt you... and you come back... and you steal from me... like everybody else has stolen from us... and I don't like that game. I'm tired of playing with you. I just want what I'm owed.

Which is absolutely everything. COME HERE!

Aubrey bends down, tugging at the ignition of the chainsaw until it groans back to life.

As Parker continued to speak Kaylyn had a smirk growing on her face, but once that engine roared to life again that smirk was gone.

KJE: You have lost your fucking mind Parker!

Kay backed away from her even more.

AJP: No. I HAD it. YOU lost my mind. YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE! You followed me... to APW... to Asylum... I'm done with y-

The camera abruptly switches views, to a shot, at least 40 feet away from the room, down the hallway. Aubrey stops and turns, looking through the hole she created at the door as the camera... and whatever is behind the camera... move quickly, sliding over the floor, toward the door. Aubrey gasps.

AJP: Oh God... Oh God, it's back!

The camera bursts into the door, blowing it to pieces. Aubrey and Kaylyn scream, and Aubrey drops the chainsaw, sinking against the wall.

KJE: This is your fucking fault Parker! It's always something with you!

She stated before kicking at something that was behind the camera, trying to make her way towards the doorway to get out and leave Parker with her own mess.

AJP: AHHHHH, GODDDD!

Parker kicks at the camera and pushes herself to her feet, grabbing the chainsaw and following her out the door.

AJP: KAYLYN, DON'T-

Kaylyn is forced to a stop in the hallway as the lights above her begin to flicker violently... before the lightbulbs explode, dousing Kaylyn in a dark, crimson substance. Aubrey's eyes grow wide and she takes a step back.

AJP: Oooooohhhhhhgooddddddddddddddddddd...

Kay stood there frozen for a moment before she started to fume. Her anger was apparent and it was directed at Aubrey.

KJE: YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS PARKER!

Not wasting a moment she started to head towards her, set on killing the Suicidal Champion.

AJP: Kaylyn- stop. Don't come any closer.

KJE: Go to hell Parker... You're dead to me.

Kay lunged at Aubrey, just missing her by inches as Parker got out of the way.

Parker stops as she sees Kaylyn land... and the moving, slithering, ominous camera-wielding figure moves out of the locker room, snickering as it sees Kaylyn lying a few feet away. Aubrey's eyes grow wide and she turns, running away as fast as she possibly can.

Seeing Parker taking off like a bat out of hell Kay ran after her, hearing the snickering behind her.

KJE: PARKER, WAIT! JESUS CHRIST! WHAT IS THAT THING!? ...PAAARRKEEEEERRRRRRR!

Stenfelder: The following contest, scheduled for one fall...IS FOR THE APW SUICIDAL CHAMPIONSHIP!

"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, Kaylyn hurriedly made her way from the back, still covered in the crimson liquid from before! She is glancing over her shoulder, looking throughout the crowd-- looking for Parker.

Nailz: What in the HELL is going ON back there!?

Beckett: She read that book! AUBREY J. PARKER READ THAT BOOK! IT'S THE NECROMONICON!!!

Nailz: What the hell are you talking about?

There is an explosion at the top of the ramp as Kaylyn climbs into the ring. The crowd roars as her music fades and Aubrey J. Parker emerges from the back, wielding a paintball gun!

Beckett: SEE!?

Nailz: I don't see.

The referee signals for the bell as AJP makes a mad dash for the ring!

Nailz: Here we go!!

Aubrey fires a single shot from the paintball gun. A green ball flies through the air, smashing into Kaylyn's throat! Kaylyn falls into the corner, groaning.

APW Suicidal Championship
Kaylyn James Evans vs Aubrey J. Parker (c)

Beckett: THIS IS NO WAY TO START A MATCH!

KJE holds her throat in pain as Aubrey marches to the ring, still holding the paintball gun to her eye by its scope. She fires again as KJE returns to her knees, leaving a splash of bright pink across her chest! KJE falls onto her back and screams, immediately rolling out of the ring. Aubrey jogs around the ring, ducking down to a kneeling position by the stairs as she watches KJE scramble beneath the apron for any type of weapon.

Beckett: Is this legal!?

Nailz: Yes... yes, I believe it is. OHLOOKOUT!

Russ and Steve duck as a paintball flies overhead, smashing and exploding against the barricade. Aubrey leaps over the stairs and runs to Kaylyn, driving the butt of the paintball gun into the back of her head! Kaylyn drops, and Aubrey uses her free hand to pull her out from beneath the ring, but KJE already has a fire extinguisher in hand! She sprays it into the Suicidal Champion’s face and Aubrey coughs, staggering back and dropping the paintball gun. Kaylyn pushes herself to her feet and thrusts the extinguisher into her ribs! Aubrey falls to her knees and Kaylyn hits a hard kick to the temple, knocking Aubrey to the ground!

Nailz: Aubrey J. Parker has spent a majority of this night, losing her damn mind... And if she’s not careful, it’s going to cost her to lose her championship!

Kaylyn gets up and charges Aubrey again, taking her down with a Lariat! Aubrey rolls over onto her stomach and jumps up, taking Kaylyn down against the announce table, hammering her with hard rights and lefts. Aubrey grabs Kaylyn by her throat and delivers another closed fist to a groan from the crowd. Kaylyn covers up and backpaddles away, kicking at Aubrey as she falls onto her back. Aubrey comes after Kaylyn again, going for a blatant stomp to her face, but Kaylyn moves!

Nailz: This is a far different Aubrey J. Parker than we’ve seen before!

Beckett: IT WAS THE DAMN BOOK! I’VE SEEN THIS MOVIE BEFORE, I TELL YOU!!!

Kaylyn pushes herself up and grabs the cover to the announce table! She turns and blocks a punch from Aubrey with it, throwing it into her face. Aubrey is stunned more than hurt, but Kaylyn runs at her and brings up both feet, hitting a high dropkick to her jaw! Aubrey falls to the ground and crawls away, reaching for the paintball gun again, but Kaylyn dives on top of her, grabbing her around the throat, wrestling her to the ground. The gun slides away and Aubrey throws hard elbows back, catching Kaylyn in the nose. Kaylyn falls back and cries out in pain. Aubrey grabs the gun and pushes herself up to her feet. She turns around and drives the butt of the paintball gun into Kaylyn’s mouth again. Kaylyn falls to the ground and Aubrey lifts her up, sliding her into the ring, following up with a cover!

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Nailz: This is STILL a Suicidal Championship match, guys. Despite everything that’s gone on.

The referee is at a loss as Aubrey hops up, nervously looking around the ring at everyone- and everything- surrounding them. Parker turns around, and is immediately leveled with a Spinning Heel Kick from Kaylyn! Aubrey rolls out of the ring, instinctively. She makes her way to Adam Stenfelder and pushes past him, grabbing the hammer for the ring bell! Aubrey turns and swings it at the oncoming Kaylyn, but KJE grabs her wrist and the crowd cheers during the power struggle. Kaylyn tries her best to keep the hammer away from her... and once they are in deadlock, Aubrey brings her foot up and kicks Kaylyn back! Kaylyn falls against the steel stairs and with a shriek, Aubrey slams the hammer down toward her head!

Nailz: NO!

Beckett: I can’t look-

Kaylyn dives out of the way, looking back at Aubrey in shock, which soon turns to anger. Aubrey runs at her again, and Kaylyn drives both boots into her knee, causing Aubrey to fall next to her, but she still grips the hammer. Kaylyn forces Aubrey to her feet from behind and immediately hits a Back Suplex on the outside! Aubrey groans and writhes on the ground while Kaylyn rips the hammer out of her hands and throws it into the ring. Aubrey gets up and Kaylyn hits her with a knee to the gut before rolling her into the ring as well, following, tackling Aubrey as Aubrey goes to grab the hammer, but Aubrey swings and catches KJE in the cheek with it!

Beckett: Oh-- direct hit!!

Kaylyn falls to the ground, and for a moment, it’s unable to distinguish the fake blood that covered her before with the possibility of the blood soaking her person now. Aubrey rises and holds the hammer above Kaylyn, waiting for her to get up again... and brings it down across her temple. Kaylyn falls to the mat and Aubrey drops the hammer, grinning as she hooks both legs to cover.

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Nailz: This isn’t the way these women have wrestled these matches in the past. Aubrey J. Pa-

Beckett: She’s POSSESSED! I’m telling you! I’ve seen this before! Somebody needs to bury that bitch!

Nailz: The hell are you going on about?

Aubrey pulls herself up and pulls Kaylyn up with her, dropping her with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Kaylyn holds her head and doesn’t move much as she rolls to the middle of the ring. Aubrey goes out to the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle, remaining perched on the top until Kaylyn is able to push herself up, and then dives off, going for a Diving Leg Lariat! Kaylyn is taken to the ground and Aubrey hops up again, falling against the ropes in excitement. She yells for Kaylyn to get up, screaming that it’s “OVER!”

Beckett: WHAT IS THAT!?

Nailz: What is wh...OHMYGOD, WHAT IS THAT!?

Aubrey seems to notice it as well. The camera switches views to the top of the ramp... and something moves rapidly from the back, toward the ring, visible to our audience and announcers, but not those viewing at home.

Beckett: IT'S BECAUSE SHE READ THAT BOOK!

Nailz: You're going to need to stop with that. I feel like we might get sued.

Aubrey turns, sinking back into the ropes as she sees it approaching, but takes it upon herself to try to finish anyway! She bends down and forces Kaylyn up, grabbing her wrist and placing a foot under her jaw, going for the Defamer-- but Kaylyn grabs the ropes behind her and Aubrey hits the ground, getting nothing!

Nailz: WHOA- she missed! Aubrey missed!

Aubrey climbs to her feet, but she is immediately grabbed from behind in a Full Nelson, lifted into the air, and driven roughly into her tail-bone in the middle of the ring! The crowd roars and Aubrey writhes in pain on the mat, holding her back. Kaylyn folds her up for the pin!

Beckett: Waitwaitwaitwaitwait!

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THREEEEE!

Nailz: WHOA!

Russ and Steve leap up from their chairs as whatever is behind the camera slithers past them- but stops as "I'm Your Favorite Drug" hits the PA system. The camera sharply turns toward Kaylyn, who looks down at it in shock, before it retreats the way it came- backwards up the ramp.

Beckett: Crazy fans. They give anyone a camera these days.

Stenfelder: Your winner... And the NEWWW APW Suicidal Champion... KAYLYN JAAAAMES EVAAAAANS!

Kaylyn snatches the championship from the referee and leaps over the barricade without another word. She makes her way through the crowd, a grin on her face, panting and breathing heavily.

Nailz: Can someone explain to me what's going-?

Beckett: I'm tired of telling you.

Aubrey sits up in the middle of the ring, looking shocked... looking confused... and looking horrified. She dives out of the ring and hobbles up the ramp, covered in sweat, half-running and half-crawling, until she disappears into the back.

Nailz: Women.

[biggs]

Stenfelder: It's time for our MAAAAAAAAAIIIN EVENT!


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 (Title Name) 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.

Stenfelder: Coming down to the ring first at 275 pounds and hailing from Philadelphia, Pensylvania... the APW Tap Out Champion... The SOUL OF PHILLY..... TEEEEEEEJAAAAAYYY!

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.

Nailz: Big win by TJ by knocking out Reaver at Rasslemania and now he‘s looking to make a jump right to the top of the card by taking on the Undisputed Champion!

Becket: He‘s looking to get knocked back down on his ASS is more like it ! We couldn‘t put together a better welcoming committee than this for our Top Billing Champion?

IT’S SHOWTIME

The Lights in the arena Dim as the fans get to their feet with a loud pop while Nas’ “Hate Me Now” begins to blare through the loudspeakers as fireworks hit on the stage area just as Terry comes walking through the curtain with his title raised high in the air. He holds his hands out and does a few spins while the crowd showers down boos and jeers at him loudly.

Stenfelder: Coming down to the ring now weighing in at 245 pounds and hailing from Las Vegas Nevada, the APW Undisputed Champion and 2013 Survive and Conquer Winner..... The Real Show TERRY MARVIN!!!!

He then walks down the ramp way jawing at all the fans in the first row before he slides into the ring, hopping onto his knees and holds his arms out to more cheers from the fans. He rushes over to one turnbuckle and holds the APW Undisputed title high up in the air. He does the same thing to the other three corners before heading back to the middle of the ring. After taking in that reaction for a few moments, Terry dismounts the turnbuckle and hands his belt off, the referee handing it to the nearest timekeeper.

Becket: HE‘S HERE! The APW Undisputed Champion is here and ready to rock his first match on Asylum!

Nailz: After the trade last week with Callahan, things have certainly switched around!

TJ(c) vs. Terry Marvin(c)

Terry and TJ glare at each other trash talking back and forth. They circle around each other poised to strike. The crowd cheers loudly in anticipation before they come together in the middle of the ring with a tie up. They jockey for position as TJ wins the momentum battle and Shoves Marvin into the corner! The ref is right there calling for the break and TJ breaks away cleanly. TJ backs up and calls for Marvin who obliges and the two tie up again in the corner.

Nailz: TJ is seemingly trying to psych Marvin out here by letting him know he‘s FAR stronger than Terry is.

Becket: PLEASE… Terry is the master of mind games, this doesn‘t phase him at all.

They lock up again, but Terry is quick into an arm wrench. He burries some kicks into the gut of TJ. TJ reverses it into an arm wrench of his own. Marvin breaks out of it into a hammer lock. TJ tries to break out of it but Terry just wrenches up higher. TJ swings with a back elbow, but Marvin ducks it and spins him around with a rear waistlock. TJ brakes it and hit’s a waistlock of his own. Marvin counters it with a headlock, but TJ lifts him up for a back suplex. Marvin flips behind and grabs a waistlock again shoving TJ into the corner and grabbing the ropes. The ref is there to break it up and surprisingly Terry lets go with a clean break!

Nailz: WAIT! Did I just see that correctly? A clean break from Terry Marvin?

Becket: He said he was going to win this one fair and square. .

Nailz: That or he‘s playing his OWN mind games.

Terry backs up and smirks at TJ who scowls a little confused. They meet in the middle of the ring again and Lock up. TJ hit’s a knee to the back, followed by a clubbing blow to the back of the neck, and then another. Marvin winces in pain as TJ backs him into the corner and hit’s a few hard elbows to the head. He pulls him out and whips him into the ropes. Terry ducks the clothesline attempt but on the rebound TJ takes flight and hit’s a diving clothesline and makes a quick cover.

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Nailz: TJ with the first near fall.

Becket: Terry‘s just toying with him. Relax!

TJ is up and grabs Terry for a HUGE impact bomb in the middle of the ring. He stomps on his chest and delivers two huge elbow drops before whiping him up to his feet. He hooks him for a Vertical Suplex and nails it in the middle of the ring He holds on to it and gets back up and hit’s a second Vertical Suplex. He pulls Terry back to his feet and DROPS with a DDT to complete the Philly Cheesecake! He makes the cover on Marvin

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Nailz: TJ is taking full advantage of his size and strength.

Becket: He‘s also showing some amazing technical skill early on in this match. Terry‘s gonna have to pull out all the stops to contend with this.

TJ pulls Marvin back up and jabs a few hard right hands into his face. He kicks him in the gut and sets him up for a power bomb. But Marvin clings on to his leg and kicks away at TJ’s Knee. TJ lets off and goes for a Clothesline but Marvin catches him with a Single arm DDT! Both lay on the mat for a second before getting up to their feet. Marvin charges and hit’s a spinning wheel kick that takes TJ down hard as the fans begin to boo. Terry smiles out at all of them before pulling TJ to his feet, scooping him up and driving him down with a Sidewalk slam. He quickly covers.

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Nailz: Terry Marvin’s experience is showing through now as he managed to find a way to combat TJ’s pure brutal power.

Becket: Of course he found a way, he‘s the Real show. He‘s the Undisputed Champion. People tend to forget these things.

Terry drops an elbow on TJ’s arm and shoulder. Followed by another one, and another one. He then sets it up before driving a few knees into the arm and shoulder. TJ shakes his arm in pain as Marvin stalks him. Marvin hooks TJ in a hammerlock, goes around front, and hit’s a NORTHERN LIGHTS suplex with the Hammerlock on. TJ screams in pain as Terry runs full speed and hit’s a hard baseball slide into that shoulder. Marvin yanks TJ to the center of the ring before locking on an armbar and wrenching back hard. TJ struggles to free himself but Terry has it cinched in! HE pulls back hard trying to separate the shoulder.

Becket: Marvin’s gonna break his arm! That’s one way to get this match over with!

Nailz: Terry has been wearing down that arm and now it looks like he‘s got a perfect opportunity to do the most damage!

The crowd begins cheering and stomping their feet as TJ comes to life screaming and clawing his way to the Ropes. He pulls Marvin along the way who’s eyes are wide and in total disbelief as TJ pulls himself along. Finally with a last reach he grabs the rope and Marvin has to let go. The crowd cheers loudly.

Nailz: What an amazing display of Power there by TJ who just pulled Terry half way across the ring.

Pissed, Terry pulls TJ up and hooks him for a Side Effect. But TJ slams his elbow hard into Terry’s Temple. Terry shakes it off and re hooks but TJ slams ANOTHER elbow into Terry’s head sending him stumbling back. TJ catches him from behind and lifts him for an atomic drop right into a German Suplex! Marvin lands hard holding his back but TJ shakes his arm feeling the affects of Terry’s assult. TJ pulls Marvin to his feet and delivers a hard knee to the gut, and another. He whips him into the ropes and catches him with a BIG Spinebuster on his way back. He stands and hit’s a HUGE jumping knee into the Face of Marvin. He then makes the cover.

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Becket: WOW, I’ve never seen the Champion manhandled like this. TJ is giving him everything he can handle and then some!

Nailz: Maybe Terry was wrong when he called OVERDRIVE the better show, with better talent. Welcome to Asylum Champ!

TJ doesn’t pause. He stomps on Marvin hard as the crowd goes wild He unloads with a series of 10 stomps to different parts of the body. He then pulls him up and scoops Marvin up and NAILS him with 215 Drop! He makes a cover

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Becket: THAT WAS TOO CLOSE!

The crowd cheers loudly as TJ Stands up and lets out a scream before Pulling Marvin to his feet. He sets him up and lifts him for a HARD power bomb. He holds on to the bomb and lifts him back up delivering A SECOND ONE! He then scoops him back on his shoulders and delivers a Powerslam into a cover….

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Nailz: The Philly Combo! And how did Marvin kickout of that. I thought it was ALL over!

TJ slams his hands on the mat in Frustration and pulls Terry back to his feet. He shoves him hard in the corner and sets up for the Liberty Boot!

Becket: He’s Trying to Knockout the CHAMP!

He runs with the kick but Marvin ducks at the last possible second and TJ’s leg goes over the top rope. Terry grabs his other one and hoists him over and to the outside HARD! Terry rolls right out to follow him. Terry bends over trying to catch some breath and tries to fight through the pain TJ just levied on him. He slams TJ’s head off the apron. Then off the Barricade. Then slams him head first into the steel steps. HE goes to slam him into the steel post but TJ blocks and elbows Marvin in the gut. He then shoves Marvin back first into the post. He runs and goes for a HARD clothesline… MARVIN DUCKS and TJ’s bad arm SLAMS into the post. He screams in pain and rests against the pole…. SUPERKICK BY MARVIN! He just slammed his foot into TJ’s head against that Pole!

Nailz: THAT WAS VICIOUS AS HELL! TJ’s bleeding and slumped on the ground!

Becket: Terry Marvin may have just knocked out the King of Knockouts!

Marvin rolls into the ring and gets a talking to by the Ref. He slouches in the corner while the ref makes his count.

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TJ’s not moving on the outside as the crowd cheers trying to get him on. Marvin looks on from the corner dazed!

4...5...

TJ starts to stir, but only a little shaking his hand trying to get feeling back into that bad arm but still not anywhere near getting to his feet. Terry stands up in the corner and looks out at him.

6...7...

TJ is seated now but still dazed and Marvin just stands there with a smile on his face.

8..

TJ goes to pull himself up but the pain is too much and he falls on his ass.

Nailz: TJ’s not gonna make it!

9.…

Becket: WAIT, What‘s Terry Doing?

Right before the 10 count Terry slides out of the ring to break the count. He pulls TJ to his feet and slides him in the ring.

Nailz: Terry was a split second away from winning this match…But he stopped the count.

Becket: He wants to win this match… REALLY win this match!

He pulls TJ up and hooks him for the cross armed Russian Leg sweep, dropping him with the YOU’RE CANCELLED! Terry Makes the cover.

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Terry is shocked as the crowd erupts into cheers. Terry pulls him back up.. Sets him up and takes him down with a Side Effect. He pulls him back up and hits ANOTHER side effect. He makes the cover

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Nailz: The Frustration starting to set in now!

Becket: What does Marvin have to do to win this match?!

Marvin drags TJ to the center of the ring face down. He hooks his arm between his legs and goes to hook the other arm….

Becket: Terry‘s going for the Show‘s Over!

TJ fights Marvin, but eventually pain overcomes him and Marvin hooks the SHOWS OVER in the middle of the ring. He pulls back hard smiling as the fans boo loudly. The ref is there to ask him if he wants to submit, but TJ just screams blood pouring from his head. Terry keeps it locked and TJ has no where to go! TJ seems to be fading fast.

Nailz: TJ has never TAPPED OUT but He’s in a bad way here!

The crowd starts a “Let’s Go TJ” Chant and begins stomping their feet and clapping. TJ begins to kick his feet and pulls his knees up. Marvin looks surprised as TJ begins to pull Terry up and gets to his Knees, Terry clinging to him still locking in the hold. TJ stands up with Terry attached and the crowd goes absolutely bat shit crazy before TJ drops with a HARD somoan drop breaking the hold!

Becket: WHERE IN GODS NAME did that come from? TJ isn‘t human! HE can‘t be!

Both men slowly crawl back to their feet. They stumble around but TJ Explodes with a SPEAR! Marvin hits hard and TJ slowly rolls over and makes the cover.

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TJ pulls Marvin up and hooks him for a BEAR HUG! He locks it in tight and Marvin is screaming in pain. Marvin elbows down at the shoulder of TJ and TJ lets go of the hold, but hits two hard head buts on Marvin and Cinches it back up again. Marvin tries to fight out of it but TJ Turns it into a SPINEBUSTER and makes the cover.

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Nailz: WOW! Somehow TJ has made a full comeback! And he‘s completely in control of this match.

Becket: This has been BRUTAL and has been going on for a long time. Maybe Terry can‘t win a match without cheating.

TJ pulls Terry up slowly and whips him into the corner. He runs and clotheslines him in the corner as the crowd cheers loudly. He sets Marvin on the top turnbuckle. He strikes him in the gut a few times before climbing the Turnbuckle and hooking Marvin for a superplex. The crowd cheers until Terry strikes TJ with a knee a couple times… counters TJ and hooks him leaping off the top rope with a SIDE EFFECT!

He slowly covers…

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Nailz: What a move off the top rope and HOW did TJ kick out of that?

Becket: Marvin is frustrated.

Marvin gets up and looks at the ref saying it was a three count. The ref says it was two. Terry shakes his head angrily. He turns around and pulls TJ up, but TJ strikes him hard with lefts and rights. He lifts TERRY in the air for a Military press, but his arm buckles and Terry falls to his feet. He shoves TJ into the ropes, but TJ comes back with a liberty Boot. Marvin Ducks and TJ’S FOOT CONNECTS RIGHT WITH THE REFEREE!

Nailz: The ref is out! The ref is out!

TJ hit’s a Liberty Boot to Marvin while he’s leaning in the ropes. Marvin flies over the top rope and collapses on the floor! TJ goes over and checks on the ref while looking back at Marvin. He tries to wake the Ref up, but he’s completely out. After a few long seconds, Marvin stirs on the outside and crawls to the time keeps table. He grabs one of the titles and crawls back to the ring. TJ sets the Ref up in the corner, but you can tall his eyes are daze. Marvin slides in behind him with belt in hand and a furious look in his face.

Nailz: So much for not Cheating!

Becket: You gotta do what you gotta do!

Marvin looks at TJ, then the belt, then screams out in frustration before tossing the belt down! Marvin spins TJ around and a kick to the gut before hooking him for a Whiplash… TJ powers out of it and shoves Marvin back. Terry ducks another liberty Boot but TJ lifts him above his head, screaming through the pain, and drops him with a military press slam. TJ falls to his knees holding his shoulder in pain.

Nailz: These guys have beaten the holy hell out of each other. And TJ is standing toe to toe with the champion!

Becket: And Marvin’s done it all within the rules… that may be his downfall here!

The ref comes too as TJ pulls Marvin up by the throat and throws him in the air looking for the Soulbuster! But Terry swings and kicks TJ in the face in mid air sending him stumbling back. Marvin lands with TJ’s head locked… Lifts and DRILLS HIM WITH THE WHIPLASH!

Becket: WHERE DID THAT COME FROM!

He falls on him for the cover!

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Stenfelder: Winner of this match by pinfall… the APW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION TERRY MARVIN!

Nailz: WOW! What an amazing main event. What an amazing effort by both men.

Becket: And Marvin’s done it all within the rules… that may be his downfall here!

Marvin crawls over to the turnbuckle and helps himself up. He looks down and sees the Title belt he tossed down. He smiles and picks it up seeing that it’s the TAP OUT Title. He holds it in his hands and glares at TJ!

Nailz: OH NO! Not this, not after this amazing match.

Terry slowly walks over to TJ who’s stiring and trying to get to his feet. Terry starts to pull TJ to his feet as the crowd boos. Suddenly those Boos turn to cheers as Keaton Saint comes running out from the back.

Nailz: Here come‘s Keaton!

Becket: But he may be too late!

Terry takes the Tapout Title and….. Places it on TJ’s shoulder!

Nailz: Wait what?

Keaton hit’s the ring just in time to see Marvin Grab TJ’s Hand and forcefully Shake it. Terry locks eyes with a groggy TJ who doesn’t realize what’s going on. Terry then slides under the bottom rope, gets his title and celebrates on the outside while Keaton and TJ look on questioningly!

Nailz: A show of Respect? I guess?

Becket: He told TJ he was going to earn his respect… He just wanted to make sure of it!

As the celebration continues… they’re suddenly interrupted. "Never Gonna Give You Up/Smells Like Teen Spirit" hits the speakers, and out comes a visibly shaken Reginald Schmidt. There's a tremor in his voice as he speaks to Terry.

Reginald: Congratulations on your successful Asylum debut, Terry Marvin. I bet that you're just as curious to find out who your opponent is for Mayhem as these fans are, so I'm not going to waste any time making that announcement. Now I had to do some legal wrangling on this one, because your opponent wanted to cash in his rematch clause for the World Heavyweight Championship, but since the Undisputed Title is the top belt on Asylum, we decided to fudge things a little, and allow him to use it!

Nailz: Could it be Keaton Saint? That would be huge news!

Beckett: Well, he's already in the ring with Terry! He could be!

Reginald: So without further ado, Terry, your opponent at Mayhem is the former APW World Heavyweight Champion, "The Unfortunate" Phil Atken!

The fans boo loudly as "Heavyweight Champion of the World" blares over the speakers, and Atken emerges from the back. He has a smug look on his face, and nods towards Terry in the ring. Keaton is shaking his head at the announcement. For his part, Terry motions or Atken to come down to the ring.

Nailz: These fans can't help but be disappointed, as they were surely hoping for Keaton Saint to get his crack at the champ!

Beckett: Well, want in one hand and spit in the other, see what one fills up first! Terry Marvin vs. Phil Atken is still a money match! They shouldn't be looking a gift horse in the mouth!

Nailz: How many cliches did you just spout there, partner?

Beckett: Too many! I'm beginning to sound like you!

Atken is about halfway down the ramp as Reginald butts in again.

Reginald: That's not all, though, Terry. Because considering that your first Title Defense will be taking place at a pay per view called Mayhem, I thought it would only be appropriate to make sure the match could live up to the name. That's why at Mayhem, you will be defending your APW Undisputed Championship in a Triple Threat Match against Phil Atken, and the man already standing in the ring with you, Keaton Saint!

The crowd erupts at the announcement, and Keaton gets a big smile on his face. Atken is shaking his head on the ramp, while Terry throws a conniption fit in the ring over it being a Triple Threat! Atken reaches the ring, stepping up onto the apron.

Nailz: What a bombshell announcement! Welcome to Asylum, Terry!

Beckett: How is this fair!? Terry's first title defense as a member of the Asylum roster is a Triple Threat! He doesn't even have to be pinned to lose the title! What a crock!

Nailz: Well folks, that's all the time we have for Asylum tonight on the Food Network! Thanks for joining us! See y'all in two weeks!

Asylum ends with the three participants of the Undisputed Championship Triple Threat all eying each other down. Terry is still livid, while both Atken and Keaton just stare at the champ, letting him know for a fact that he is the target for both of them. Asylum fades to black with the APW logo and copyright flashing at the bottom of the screen.