Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania 7/14-Huntsville, Alabama

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APW Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania comes on the air with “Wretches & Kings” playing, and pyrotechnics shooting from the stage! Once again, huge banners bearing the likeness of Stefan Raab flank either side of the stage. Despite the obnoxiousness and self-indulgence displayed by the GM, the fans are pumped for APW action! The camera focuses on Russ T. Nailz and Steve Beckett at ringside.

Nailz: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Huntsville, Alabama, home of Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania tonight! We’re just two weeks removed from Test for the Best, where AJP became the first member of the Asylum/Raab-A-Mania Roster to win the tournament, which gives her a shot at Terry Marvin’s APW Undisputed Championship at Shockwave!

Beckett: Or will it!? After all, they’re teammates in the New Sindicate! I wouldn’t be surprised to see them try to wrangle a title shot against Level-One or something!

Nailz: That’s utter speculation on your part my friend. But what is a fact is that tonight, we have three title matches, all of them featuring wrestlers who have moved up from the soon to be folding APW Meltdown! The APW Tag Team Titles, Suicidal Title, and Tap Out Title are all up for grabs! Will any of the newcomers be able to seize their golden opportunity tonight, or will the current champs retain?

Beckett: Also, in our Main Event, Young Mannie takes on Reaver in a match that was actually requested online! I don’t know where online it was requested, but Stefan Raab liked the suggestion so much, he went with it!

Nailz: It’s certainly a different Main Event, but it promises to be an exciting match!


Wrenches and Kings play over the sound system as Stefan was in his wrestling gear since his match against Evan McDonald was the next match after the tag team title match. People can see Stefan's tapped up ribs he suffered from being beaten up in prison lately suffering from broken ribs.

Nailz: Oh no. Not this guy starting off the show again.

Beckett: You're just jealous because you've never been a general manager unlike me.

Nailz: You did a bad job of doing that but nothing compared to this guy.

Beckett: Oh come on Nailz. He took Reginald Schmidt's job away from him and we have another Stefan Raab show.

Stefan was in pain with his broken ribs as he was begins to speak with the crowd booing him.

Stefan Raab: Welcome to Raab-A-Mania the best brand ever in APW. It's so good to become the general manager again after beating Reginald Schmidt off his throne to become the king of Raab-A-Mania. I was disgusted how I was forced to listen to you Yanks wanting to see the matches you want and not the matches I want to book.

Crowd boo a lot with Stefan continuing to speak.

Stefan Raab: I defeated two bosses since Rasslemania plus the win I got over Kaylyn James Evans which speaking of that. I should be facing her for her Suicidal title tonight seeing how I'm the only guy on Raab-A-Mania that hasn't failed to defeat her but instead I had to give my shot for her title to Mr Enigma. I don't know why I even listened to you idiots after Meltdown with the Reaver and Young Mannie match as a main event you wanted to see over me wrestling in the main event match.

Stefan was booed in the whole arena with people chanting Raab sucks as he had a sick smile on his face as he continued to speak.

Stefan Raab: You know what makes me proud? The fact that I heard from my agent about more wrestlers in the back are hating President Jeff for his stupid decisions lately and who could blame those APW wrestlers in the back because I always knew one thing about Jeff that everyone should know and that's him being a complete utter scumbag who actually doesn't give a damn about anyone other than himself and hands people title shots that they didn't earn in the first place. Hell he's even banned me from going to Meltdown tomorrow night to support my new tag team partner Michael Jennings in his match against Johnny Rebel tonight that stupid Canadian swine.

Nailz: What a hypocritical comment by Stefan. Doesn't he remember about handing himself a title shot against Terry Marvin for the Undisputed title a few weeks back now?

Beckett: Because he had to since he at the time was the only wrestler from Raab-A-Mania that never had a chance for a title shot.

Nailz: He's never shown anybody respect to even have a title shot. He didn't deserve it end of story.

Stefan then continues to speak.

Stefan Raab: Hell even Alexander Duvall has been hit with management problems as well as Slutenna Harrison hence why she's gone and Duvall is certainly almost gone from being general managers of APW. Me? I've already done a better job than them especially when Aubrey J Parker outlasted all the Overdrive and Meltdown trash to win the Test For The Best tournament and congratulations does go out to her for that.

Stefan then turned to his attention to his match tonight against Evan McDonald.

Stefan Raab: Oops I almost forgot to talk about the World War three battle between me and Evan tonight but it's not a surprise at all seeing how Evan is almost forgotten in APW. So he has talent but so do I. I'm going to set an example out of him tonight showing him what it's really like when a boss beats the hell out of him. Tonight I'm going to destroy and pound him to the mat showing Germany just how much better the country is as a whole than irrelevant Scotland is. He'll be Raabinated by The German Sensation by the time the match is over. Enjoy watching my show tonight idiotic yanks.

The crowd lets Stefan hear exactly what they think of him as his music hits and he exits the arena, drawing loud jeers from the crowd.

Cameras follow Michael Jennings down a backstage hallway as he searches out one door in particular. The black plaque with 'The Unforgiven' in red lettering is a dead giveaway and without pretense he knocks sharply on the door. A sharp voice barks from behind it.

Zachariah Blood: Enter.

The door opens and Jennings steps in, first seeing The Unforgiven themselves seated on a sofa. Zachariah sits in the center, flanked by Talon and Lady Rayne. On the opposite wall leans Sentinel. Four sets of eyes turn to Jennings expectantly. From a darker corner of the room, four shapes of varying sizes and gender stand as well, silently.

Jennings: So this is the inner sanctum. I can't wait to meet the Benefactor going by what I've heard about them.

Zachariah shakes his head slightly while the women look to Jennings quietly. Sentinel turns his attention to one of the hooded figures, who steps forward, flanked by another who is obviously femaile. This one is as big as the Silent Destroyer if not bigger and addresses Jennings in another language. The hooded woman at his side translates.

Hooded Woman: We have heard of your desire to find a...place for yourself. Here is your chance to state your case before us.

Jennings: Yes that information is correct.

The massive figure gestures openly as if to say that the floor belongs to Jennings.

Jennings: I have a desire to be a part of something bigger. Something that is bigger than this place, APW. Like sand through an hourglass, time is running out and I think it's time to make a big move. This is the most logical move going by what I've seen around here. I like what you all stand for and what you represent which is why I came here.

It's all over Zachariah's face, and that of Rayne, that they want to cut in and say something but the presence of the Benefactor precludes that. Talon keeps her attention on Jennings while Sentinel watches the Benefactor who speaks again for the woman at his side to translate.

Hooded Woman: We sense that the desire is there and your ability isn't in question. However, you realize that we require time to properly 'discover' you and what you can do. Does that make sense? This is a revolution, after all, and must be treated carefully.

Jennings: Yes I understand that. I respect that you are taking your time and being methodical in your approach instead of jumping the gun.So everything you said makes perfect sense to me.

Hooded Woman: Good. Now...

She turns to the rest of the group, who are now staring at the Benefactor as well. When he speaks this time, there's no need for translation. He does so for a few moments, then stops. Sentinel's response is a nod. Talon gestures somewhat dismissively but in acceptance. Rayne's nod is a reluctant one. Zachariah is the only one to speak up.

Zachariah Blood: Just like that, then? No trial or test? He's just...in?

The hooded woman speaks up.

Hooded Woman: Always the reactive one. If you have something to say, child, say it.

Blood bristles at being called a child but lets it slide.

Zachariah Blood: I personally need to see first-hand what this guy can do in the ring. That's what'll sell me on him.

He turns to Jennings, a smirk on his face.

Zachariah Blood: So what do you say? You and me, one-on-one? A test run to see if you're ready to run with us?

Jennings: That sounds fine to me.

Zachariah seems surprised at that response, but it isn't an unwelcome surprise. He turns to look over his shoulder at the Benefactor and remarks.

Zachariah Blood: That gonna slide with you?

The hooded figure nods before stepping back to the corner with the rest in silence, leaving Blood to face Jennings again.

Zachariah Blood: Then I'll look forward to it.

Jennings: I look forward to it too. It'll be nice to be in a match with someone who can actually wrestle and isn't an "entertainer."

The hand is extended from Jennings first and though there's some reluctance, Zachariah eventually accepts the gesture, the two going face to face for a moment before Jennings turns and takes his leave. We then cut a commercial as The Unforgiven stare after what may come to be their newest member.

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ITS SHOWTIME

“Hate Me Now” plays over the loud speaker as pyro goes off. The crowd boos as Terry Marvin comes walking out from the backstage area in a suit with is APW Undisputed Championship hanging over his shoulder. Confetti rains down from the rafters as Terry smiles and spins around for all to worship. The crowd continues to boo him as he raises a microphone up and smiles.

Terry Marvin: Two Weeks ago, I had the fight of my life with the man who may go down as the GREATEST wrestler APW has ever known….unless of course he’s a close second to yours truly. WE clawed and scratched and fought tooth and nail. We put on a show for you people, whether you deserved it or not, we knocked it out of the park. Lester only is the toughest son of a bitch I’ve ever fought. And I respect him more today than I EVER have!

Terry then smirks and raises up the mic to his face.

Terry Marvin: But only one of us could come out victorious. And as I said all along… IT WAS ME! I am the KING of APW right now, this is the SUMMER OF SHOWTIME, and the REAL SHOW ERA lives on now and will until I decide to hand this belt over and walk away. And luckily for all of you… That won’t be for a LONG ASS TIME! It didn’t happen at Test for the Best and it won’t happen at SHOCKWAVE!

He smiles again after pausing for a second.

Terry Marvin: And speaking of Shockwave… How about that New Sindicate huh? Not only did I retain my title, but the 2013 Test for the Best winner is our own AUBREY J PARKER!

The crowd boos loudly.

Terry Marvin: That‘s right, at Shockwave it will be New Sindicate vs. new Sindicate and no matter who comes out with their hand raised, this title isn‘t going ANYWHERE! But don‘t get me wrong, this title isn‘t leaving my waist. As much as I respect AJP for everything she‘s done in that ring, She‘s going to have to kill me to take this title away!

Terry thinks about this a second and shrugs.

Terry Marvin: Which is actually a very real possibility. But it makes no difference. The Year of 2013, the year of Showtime will continue far past Shockwave. And Shockwave has a bit of emotional attachment to me as I won that title at the same event last year. And since then NOBODY has been able to take that off of me. I stand now as the LONGEST reigning Undisputed Champion ever. But at Shockwave… day 365 of my unsurpassed reign, I will go down in history as the GREATEST CHAMPION TO EVER LIVED!!

The crowd boos a bit but Terry talks over them.

Terry Marvin: GET USED TO IT PEOPLE! Cause the Real Show Era is… UNSTOPABLE!!

The crowd boos as “Hate Me Now” plays again. Terry drops the mic and backs through the curtain.

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”. The three young, aspiring talents come from the back, spotlight focused on them as they walk with style and grace while slapping the hands of their adored fans. Those of the haters are ignored as the three make their way towards the ring.

Shane West: Tonight, The Dying Breed look to put on the greatest performance as a tag team later tonight as they will defend their tag titles against the new breed of tag teams, Sang Réal and The Unforgiven. Knowing what they can do, it’s going to be totally different.

Dick Harris: The Dying Breed might actually “die” in that ring tonight as World Tag Team Champions. What a hell of a way to kick tonight off with an major upset! They’ve held those titles for a while now since regaining them. Time to see the new crop take control and create upsets.

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.

Jair Hopkins: WHAT’S GOOD HUNTSVILLE???

The audience cheers giving Hopkins the cheap pop. Hopkins smiles as he rubs his half of the tag titles as he walks back and forth.

Jair Hopkins: In a few minutes, you guys are in for a treat. These ‘babies’ around our waist are getting defended live tonight and you will all see up close that no matter the task, no matter the situation or opponents. We believe and we survive. That’s what it comes down to. Sang Réal and Unforgiven, they will both learn just how difficult it is to take these things off of us.

Anthony Bailey: With the faction wars having come and gone at the drop of a dime, it’s time to focus on what’s important…unadulterated tag team competition. If you noticed, that’s why The Dying Breed chose to never really vocalize our opinions or how we felt about all of the factions popping up week in and week out. We have stood the test of time as a faction, a tag team, and Tag Team Champions, but the same cannot be said about some others.

Jair Hopkins: Many proclaim us dead by the end of this upcoming bout and dethroned. I’m just here to let you know that will be a “negative”. We’re not going nowhere, not dying, not slowing down.

Anthony Bailey: Our momentum is actually more notable than ever before. Call us elitists, call us irrelevant, call us what you may, but each night we walk down that ramp to defend these coveted Tag Team Titles or Williams competes in this ring to do his thing solo, APW is reminded…just like Sang Réal and The Unforgiven will be reminded here shortly.

Jair Hopkins: Sang Réal and Unforgiven are going to be two great tag teams here in APW now that they have been drafted to Asylum. They are going to feel the superior pressure that is being a duo. The responsibilities, the chemistry. If they can manage the pressure and put up the hard work and effort, there’s no doubt about it, they will be champions. But for now … their time isn’t now. We’re still on the clock and we still have plenty of time left.

Anthony Bailey: As I said at the mall last night, J-Hop and I are just scratching the surface and getting our feet wet in this ongoing tag team division phase of rebuilding. Our criteria isn’t to be as good of Champions as Noble-Hart once were because honestly…and in all love and sincerity…we desire to be better. Not for the sake of bragging rights but for the sake of giving the fans something to look forward to and to get excited about.

Jair Hopkins: If there is that slight chance that they somehow pull off the massive upset of their career on their first night ever, the fans know, even the haters who doubt us every damn night whether together or individually, they will know that we went down like Champions. We justified things, we drilled our way through this difficult division. Still, with a loss, if it goes down that way, TDB won’t stop the grind to continue achieving gold. Believe that!

Anthony Bailey: We salute each and every one of our opponents tonight and we look forward to getting down to business. For the past few months, you the APW fans have seen leagues of extraordinary wrestlers and megastars, you have witnessed men who were naturally born to kill, and you have observed men who choose to play foul instead of playing fair. Many of these guys are now a faded memory and have dwindled into obscurity because when you’re the flavor of the week, you lack the quality of longevity. These two men standing beside me are my band of brothers who are in this thing with me for the long haul, despite what may come our way. In a culture where we tend to have amnesia and quickly move onto the latest fad, we must constantly be reminded and us three are here to do just that. Ladies and gentlemen…Huntsville, Alabama…WE ARE THE DYING BREED!

And with that, the three men held each other’s arm and raised them high in the air, displaying the hand symbol for “TDB”. The fans give them an around of applause as they make their way out of the ring and up the ramp. Again they interact with the fans before turning the corner. APW Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania cuts to a commercial break.

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APW Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania comes back on the air with the three teams participating in the Three Way Tag Team Elimination Match already in the ring. Sang Rèal, The Unforgiven, and The Dying Breed all stand in different corners, as Adam Stenfelder announces each team.

Stenfelder: Tonight’s opening bout is a Three Way Elimination Tag Team Match for the APW Tag Team Championship! Competitors may tag anyone into the match, and eliminations occur via pinfall or submission! Last team standing wins the match!

Nailz: The teams of Sang Rèal and The Unforgiven make their Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania debuts with a huge opportunity to become the APW Tag Team Champions! Will one of these two teams be able to make the most of the opportunity, and leave Huntsville, Alabama as the new Tag Team Champs?!

Beckett: This is the first of three Title Matches we have here tonight! If one of these new upstart teams can get the win tonight, it would very much set the tone for the rest of the night!

The camera focuses on the team of Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, who both have smug looks on their faces.

Stenfelder: Introducing first, the challengers, weighing in at a combined weight of 462 pounds, Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, Sang Rèal!

The fans boo Sang Rèal loudly, while Krown raises his arms. Murphy continues to show his smug smirk, and waves off the boos of the fans. The camera then pans to Zachariah Blood and Sentinel in their corner.

Stenfelder: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 500 pounds, Zachariah Blood and Sentinel, The Unforgiven!

Lady Rayne and Talon clap for their guys at ringside, while the fans lay the boos on thick on The Unforgiven as well. Blood looks incredibly focused, while Sentinel has his hands on Blood’s shoulders, glaring a hole into the APW Tag Team Champions across the ring. The camera pans to Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins.

Stenfelder: And finally, weighing in at a combined weight of 435 pounds, they are the APW Tag Team Champions, Anthony “The Promise” Bailey and Jair Hopkins, The Dying Breed!

The champs raise their titles high in the air, drawing loud cheers from the fans!

Nailz: It’s clear who these Huntsville fans are pulling for! A bit of trivia, Huntsville is the birthplace of Anthony Bailey!

Beckett: As if they didn’t have enough reason to suck up to the Dying Breed already!

The cheers turn to boos quickly as the two other teams rush The Dying Breed, attacking them before they even lower their belts! Murphy and Krown are double-teaming Hopkins, while Blood and Sentinel team up on Bailey! The ref still hasn’t called for the bell as Sentinel shoots Bailey towards the ropes, with Blood giving him a kick to the midsection, followed up with the Bloody Silence Single-Knee Facebreaker! Sentinel comes firing from behind Bailey, nailing the Chains of Fate, his version of a Lariat to the back of the neck!

Beckett: Memories of Pain! Memories of Pain to Bailey early on in this match!

Nailz: The match hasn’t even started yet!

Sang Rèal are beating the snot out of Jair in the corner, eventually pulling him up to his feet and tossing him over the ropes, following him to the floor. Blood steps out of the ring, prompting the ref to call for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Three-Way Tag Team Elimination Match for the APW Tag Team Championships
The Dying Breed © vs. Sang Rèal vs. The Unforgiven

Blood covers Bailey, motioning for the ref to count, 1
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Bailey gets his shoulder up! Blood pulls Bailey back up, giving him a couple of stiff punches to the face before nailing him with another Bloody Silence! He goes for another cover, 1
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Th-Bailey gets his shoulder up once more! The fans are behind The Dying Breed, chanting “BAILEY! BAILEY! BAILEY!” at the top of their lungs!

Nailz: I’ve got to think that Sang Rèal and The Unforgiven coordinated that attack on the Tag Team Champions! They’re trying to eliminate The Dying Breed early, and make it between themselves!

Beckett: It’s a smart strategy! Double Team the champs, get them out early, and you’ve got yourselves an easier path to the titles!

Murphy and Krown continue to work on Hopkins on the outside, while Blood and Sentinel make frequent, quick tags, wearing down Bailey in the middle of the ring! Eventually, refs and road agents run down the ramp, separating Sang Rèal from Hopkins, directing them to their corner. In the ring, Sentinel lifts Bailey up into a brutal Gut Wrench Powerbomb, drilling Bailey into the mat!

Beckett: This match has been all Blood and Sentinel so far! Bailey’s worked in a few punches here, a few kicks there, but nothing sustained!

Nailz: Hopkins didn’t fair too much better outside the ring. He’s just now making his way up onto the apron, but he looks pretty beat up!

Sentinel hooks the inside leg, and the ref begins to count, 1
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Th-Bailey kicks out just in the nick of time! Hopkins would have been just a split second too late, but he still comes crashing down onto the back of Sentinel’s neck with Double Axe Handle! This draws Blood into the ring, who charges at Hopkins as he gets to his feet, going for a Running Lariat! Hopkins ducks it and gives Blood a Dropkick to the back of the head, sending him over the ropes and to the floor! Hopkins then gets a running start, and leaps over the top ropes, going for a Corkscrew Plancha, taking Blood back down to the arena floor! The fans are on their feet, as Sentinel and Bailey both rise up to their feet, with Sentinel reaching his feet first! He takes a swing at “The Promise” but Bailey blocks it, answering with a punch of his own, drawing a loud “YAY!” from the fans! Sentinel responds with a punch of his own, prompting a thunderous “BOO!” “YAY! BOO! YAY! BOO! YAY! B-YAY! YAY! YAY!” Bailey begins stringing a series of punches together before taking Sentinel off of his feet with a Spinning Punch! Bailey motions for Sentinel to get back up to his feet, and as Sentinel does, Bailey runs towards the ropes! However, Murphy is there to give Bailey a hard knee to the back, As Bailey stumbles off of the knee shot, Sentinel grabs a hold of his head and gives him a hard Headbutt right between the eyes! Sentinel then walks over to Sang Rèal’s corner, and tags Krown in by slapping him on the chest! Krown and Murphy glare at Sentinel with a look of indignity as he exits the ring. Krown looks pissed as he steps through the ropes, and puts the boots to Bailey, stomping and kicking him repeatedly! After about two dozen stomps, he goes for a cover,1
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Bailey kicks out!

Nailz: Sang Rèal are not happy with the fact that they’ve been tagged into the match!

Beckett: Listen, it doesn’t matter who gets the first pinfall of this match, it matters who gets the second pinfall! Sang Rèal hadn’t been officially tagged into the match. Maybe they thought that The Unforgiven would do all the work, but that’s not the case!

The match continues on with Sang Rèal keeping Bailey isolated in their corner, making quick tags, keeping each other fresh. Any time they go for a pinfall attempt, Hopkins is in to break it up. The Unforgiven are just chilling in their corner, watching the action unfold. Krown has Bailey in Sang Rèal’s corner, shoving his forearm into the face of Bailey, while Connor Murphy wraps the tag rope around Bailey’s throat! Krown is blocking the ref’s view, so he doesn’t see the blatant choke, but the ref still does the mandatory five count due to both men being in the corner. Murphy lets go of the rope a split-second before Krown backs up, allowing it to dangle harmlessly, leaving the ref none-the-wiser. Krown pulls Bailey out of the corner, and gives him a Snap Suplex before floating into the cover, 1
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Hopkins is in to break the count!

Nailz: Hopkins just saved the match for his team there!

Beckett: Bailey has got to think about making a tag here! He’s been the legal man for the entirety of this match thus far! Tag in Blood or Sentinel if you have to Bailey! Still, great job by Sang Rèal and The Unforgiven for taking the fans out of this match up!

Nailz: They’ve silenced this crowd, but Hopkins brought them back to life!

The crowd is chanting “DYING BREED! DYING BREED!” as Murphy is in to attack Hopkins, leveling him with a Big Boot, sending him rolling beneath the bottom rope out of the ring! Murphy then pulls Krown up, and the two of them have their eyes set on Bailey. They pull him up by the hair and shoot him towards the ropes, launching Bailey high in the air with a Double Back Body Drop! However, in an impressive show of athleticism, Bailey flips in the air and lands on his feet, stumbling towards The Unforgiven’s corner and slapping Zachariah Blood on the chest, tagging him in! Bailey quickly rolls out of the ring, while Blood curses under his breath! The ref begins the 10 count, yelling for Blood to come inot the ring, but Blood tells the ref to force Murphy back into his corner. The ref obliges, and as he has his back turned, both Blood and Sentinel rush into the ring, attacking Gabriel Krown, overwhelming him and backing him into the corner, where they just beat down on him with fists and feet! The ref turns back around to see the illegal double team, and gets in between, screaming at Sentinel to get back to his corner! The big man begrudgingly follows the instructions of the ref, while Blood gives Krown some hard kicks in the corner! As Blood goes to whip Krown to the opposite ropes, the man from Denver, Colorado, counters, reversing the whip and sending Zachariah for the ride instead, sending him into the neutral corner! He gets a running start himself, and nails Blood with a Running Body Splash into the corner, before taking him down with a Drop Toe Hold! Gabriel Krown then gets a hold of the Blood’s leg, dragging him to Sang Rèal’s corner, and laying down into a Grapevine Leg Lock, before reaching with his free hand to make a tag with Connor Murphy!

Beckett: That is excellent Tag Team Wrestling by Gabriel Krown there! He’s controlling the leg of Zachariah Blood, giving his partner a free shot!

Murphy gives Blood a Standing Elbow Drop to the back of the neck before shooting the half and going for a cover, 1
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Kick out by Blood! Murphy is none too happy, and he pummels Blood some more before going for another pinfall attempt, this time hooking both legs, 1
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Another kick out by “The Masochist!”

Nailz: We have seen great resiliency by all three teams here tonight! We’re almost 25 minutes into this match, and we have yet to see an Elimination!

Beckett: Makes you glad the Food Network blocks off at least three hours for us, with another half hour for overrun!

Sang Rèal and The Unforgiven continue to go back and forth, while Bailey and Hopkins are still on the ground. Both teams in the ring make tags in and out, but Sang Rèal keeps the advantage. Murphy has Blood laid out in the ring before yelling out at the top of his lungs, “IT’S OVER!” He makes a tag to his partner, Gabriel Krown, before lifting Zachariah into a Gutwrench Powerbomb position, while Krown runs up and nails a Running Neckbreaker, connecting the Toujours Pur!

Beckett: This could put The Unforgiven away!

Before Murphy can go for the cover, Sentinel is in to nail Krown with the Chains of Fate! Murphy turns towards Sentinel, only to get a hard boot to the midsection before being pulled into a pumphandle lift into the Michinoku Driver II, the Black Lightning! Sentinel pulls Blood over to Murphy, draping his arm over the downed foe before following Krown out of the ring, while the ref counts, 1
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Eliminated: Sang Rèal

Nailz: And with that, Sang Rèal is the first team eliminated!

Beckett: They may have been the first team out, but I am darn impressed with Sang Rèal! I think they have a great future here on Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania

Hopkins is right into the ring, and as the woozy Zachariah Blood gets to his feet, Hopkins is there to hit the Bread N’ Butter Reverse Facebuster! Bailey gets a running start on the apron, and jumps off to nail Sentinel with a Flying Crossbody as Hopkins goes for the pin, 1
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Winners: The Dying Breed

Stenfelder: Here are your winners, by pinfall, and STILL the APW Tag Team Champions, Jair Hopkins and Anthony “The Promise” Bailey, The Dying Breed!

Nailz: What a match! The Unforgiven and Sang Rèal both showed that they are the real deal here tonight, but in the end, The Dying Breed shows why they are the APW Tag Team Champions of the World! Still, I would not be surprised to see either one of the two challengers here tonight get another shot in the near future!

Beckett: In these Elimination Tag Matches, it’s all about picking your spots! At first, Sang Rèal and The Unforgiven were all on the same page, focusing on taking out The Dying Breed, but once Bailey found a way to tag out of the match, and the other two teams turned on each other, well, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see how this one came out in favor of the champs!

Nailz: You bring up an excellent point, Steve. Had Murphy & Krown and Blood & Sentinel just continued to focus their collective assault on The Dying Breed instead of each other, we would have new Tag Team Champions here tonight. I think the pride of both teams got in the way tonight.

“The World is Yours” blares over the speakers as Bailey and Hopkins hug in the ring, celebrating with their titles! The Unforgiven are pissed as they head up the ramp, while Sang Rèal just shake their heads at ringside.


Jack Spade is backstage.

Spade: I’m looking for one of Raab-A-Mania’s newest Megastars, Ron Rufio.

He walks through the locker room and finds Rufio.

Spade: Rufio, could I talk to you alone for a minute?

Rufio: Anything you can say to me, you can say in front of my friends here.

The camera pans around and NewGen Rising members Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood are next to Rufio.

Rufio: In fact, if you interview one of us, you interview all of us. Because NewGen Rising are united. Now, what’s your question?

Spade: Okay. My first question is for Jace Savage. Savage, tomorrow night, on the final episode of Meltdown, you face Shadow. Your thoughts?

Savage: As I understand it, Shadow likes to pick on rookies. He likes to stomp on them like they were cockroaches. He doesn't seem to believe that rookies have a place here. Shadow wants to take out younger, and far superior talent like myself. Do you know why? I do. Shadow was once in the spot light. A former Over Drive Champion if you will. When newer, and better talent came along, Shadow was over shadowed. His career started to plummet. Evan Envi removed the Over Drive title from Shadow. Shadow is a part of the old generation. It’s time for the new generation to take over.

Spade: Okay. My next question is for Ron Rufio. Tomorrow night, on the final episode of Meltdown, you’re facing APW legend, Sally Talfourd. What are your thoughts on that?

Rufio: Six months ago, Sally left APW. Since then she’s only won a handful of matches. Sally Talfourd is over the hill. She represents the old generation and I represent the new one. And Sally isn’t going to walk out the winner.

Spade: Okay. My final question is for both Brian Hollywood. This Thursday night, on Overdrive, the two of you will be facing Niobe Martin of The Black Hand. Your thoughts?

Hollywood: Jace and I have history with the members of The Black Hand. I have history with Knox and Jace has history with Niobe. Trust me when I say neither of us has forgotten. And, on Thursday, it won’t be forgiven.

Spade: Sounds like it’s going to be good. Anything else before I go?

Rufio: Yes. Watch Meltdown tomorrow night. Not only are Jace and I going to beat Shadow and Sally Talfourd in our respective matches but the NewGen Rising has a surprise for the public. Don’t miss it.

NewGen Rising wanders off.

Spade: There you go. APW’s newest stable, NewGen Rising. The Tag Team Division here on Asylum is heating up!

[biggs]

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 Jacinta Perez &; 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 the trio enters the ring. Mannie proceeds to call for a microphone just as the arena finally quiets down.

Mannie: Thank you, thank you. All of you are too kind, but then again keep on going with cheering.

Some of the arena sends out some boos for “The Main Attraction” but he shrugs it off.

Mannie: So tonight’s the night…

Mannie scans the arena for a few seconds.

Mannie: I mean everyone here and at home knows what tonight is right baby?

Mannie’s girlfriend and new sole manager Jacinta Perez has now stepped in as well with Mannie to now voice her opinion.

Jacinta: Hmmm…I don’t baby because if they did then they wouldn’t be so such a poor reaction to the FUTURE OF THE COMPANY!

Who knew that Jacinta’s unexpected outburst could get such a negative reaction from the APW Faithful in Huntsville; but Jacinta quickly let’s them know that she doesn’t care.

Jacinta: Awww are you confused? Well maybe I was speaking a little bit too fast; but don’t worry Huntsville. It’s not any of you people’s fault that all of your Ma’s &; Pa’s didn’t remember to stop playing house. So I totally understand what it means to have to deal with the slow. Seriously I’m used to dealing with them, especially during the time with the Paraguayan school system. So please by all means go right ahead Huntsville; just feel free to boo me like the remedial sheep that you are!

The next reaction is heard very loud and clear, as a new chant breaks out among APW Universe inside the Von Braun Center.

CHANGE THE CHANNEL

*Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap*

CHANGE THE CHANNEL

*Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap*

Mannie looks instantly annoyed by the crowd chants as his ears are quickly covered by Jacinta; who hands over the mic back to Mannie.

Mannie: That’s it damn it! Hold on baby…

Jacinta proceeds to remove her hands from Mannie’s ears, as he rips right back into APW Universe.

Mannie: You know what? You people have never given me the proper respect I deserve. You didn’t do it when I was in The Red Shield Mafia.

Beckett: He’s right! Those people are so disrespectful.

Nailz: Come on! You can’t be seriously buying into this crap?

The scene cuts to Steve Beckett now sporting #TheMAEra t-shirt with a matching cap.

Mannie: But at the time I thought it was cool though; because I still actually thought that you people would finally appreciate me, but did you? Nope! I mean whatever I did to win your respect it didn’t work at all; I mean nothing was ever good enough. I’ve graced GQ and even had one of the best selling covers in recent history, hell I even landed one of the biggest endorsed wrestlers in the business, but no! That still wasn’t enough to convince any of people to support me.

Mannie paces back and forth

Mannie: Seriously people; I am endorsed by the best athletic clothing company today Adidas and all you can do is just sit on your asses during my entrances. But you know what? I realized something and that was you people don’t matter; and I’m going to prove exactly that later on when I beat Reaver. Yeah that’s right because if you think I give three damns about your little chants then you are all more stupid than we thought, because like it or not. I was, I am, and I will always still be the greatest North American champion in this com…

The arena slips into darkness.

Mannie: Hey-what the hell is this?

Beckett: Did Raab forget to the electricity bill?

Mannie: I said-

Young Mannie is cut off as the Actiontron flickers to life and we hear the famous Ray Liotta comment from Goodfellas.

One day some of the kids in the neighborhood carried my mother’s groceries all the way home. You know why? It was outta respect.

Respect

Respect

Respect

A siren sounds throughout the arena and after a few seconds we hear the MC lay it down.

New name, mon:
The original nuttah
Take heed and take check
And when we come it’s murderation
All original gangsta man
Hear what me tellin’ now
Ya hear me
Watch me tell dem rude bwoy
Watch this!

Pyros explode in red, white and blue as the Jungle beat kicks in, strobe lighting kicking off a full on mash up as the lyrics blast out.

Mi are di nuttah
Original madmah madmah mad nuttah

Out steps The Guv’nor, his arms aloft as he basks in the positive crowd reaction.

Nailz: HE’S HERE! The North American Champion is in the house!

The Guv’nor watches on with joy as the crowd dance, jive, rave, and basically tear the shit out of this moment, generating a frenzied orgy of good-time-ness. With a happy grin The Guv’nor heads down the ring, slapping hands, posing, just doing what he does to give the fans a moment to remember and savor, spreading the cockney, happy go lucky, good vibes to all corners. Young Mannie stands in the ring, mouthing off at Alec Chamberlain, who shrugs because he has no answer to Mannie’s unheard questions.

Nailz: This Alabama crowd showing a lot of love for The Guv’nor on his Asylum debut, but I’m not sure Young Mannie feels the same.

Beckett: How would you feel if somebody interrupted you like this?

The Guv’nor rolls into the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle, thumping the ‘MADE IN HACKNEY’ legend across his t-shirt, and striking photographic poses for the crowd. He repeats this in all corners, then motions for a microphone. Mannie doesn’t even wait for the crowd to become subdued before spitting into the mic.

Mannie: Who do you think you are? Hunh…Some type of Governor or something?

This prompts a Guv chant by arena.

GUV’NAAAA
GUV’NAAAA
GUV’NAAAA

Mannie: You know what? Don’t answer that because soon enough just like the rest of these people when after the Main Event takes place tonight; it will be then and only then when all of you finally will realize that I am who I say I am…And that’s The Main A-

But The Guv’nor rips the microphone out of Mannie’s hands, causing ‘The Main Attraction’ to stare wide-eyed; the crowd erupts.

Guvnor: Yeah, I’m just going to hold onto this for a little, bruv. These things are a bit like guns; you shouldn’t really give ‘em to anyone- especially those who don’t really know how to use ‘em properly.

The crowd start up a ‘MANNIE SUCKS’ chant. Mannie begins to whine at Alec, who tries to look intimidating.

Guvnor: But listen to me, bruv. I hate to interrupt someone when they feel they got something to get off their chest, but listening to you tell these people that bedtime story about all your endorsements and your achievements I got this little lightbulb in my head and I thought I couldn’t rob you of another opportunity to cash in on your image.

Mannie looks at Guvnor confused, then says something to Alec Quartermain. Guvnor offers the mic, Mannie reaches for it but Guvnor pulls it away again, much to the mirth of the crowd.

Guvnor: Not the brightest though are you, sunshine?

Mannie talks some smack.

Guvnor: What’s that, bruv? Oh, you want to know about my idea. Right, well I heard you moaning like a pensioner with constipation and I figured there was the perfect product for you to endorse. I had a little dig around backstage, spoke to an appropriate person and brought you a sample.

Guvnor hands Mannie a small white product.

Guvnor: You moan like a bitch in heat, so I thought why not give you the jump and get you marketing them maxi pads, know what I’m saying bruv? I think you’ve got just the right look for the job. Who agrees?

Nailz: That’s hilarious!

Beckett: Again Nailz can you see how this is so disrespectful. Don’t you see Mannie is a global brand, an icon?

The crowd roar, the vocal males even start up a ‘MAXI PAD’ chant. Mannie fumes and snatches a microphone from The Guv’nor.

Mannie: Real funny…This is coming from a guy who couldn’t wear my jockstrap, even if he was given a bit of help with a tube sock.

Jacinta laughs while leaning over Mannie to mock The Guv’nor by pantomiming. Guvnor looks at them, a hint of a smirk on his face.

Guvnor: I tell you sunshine, you give me that little chocolate button for a couple of hours and we’ll see who’s jock strap she’d rather fondle.

Jacinta throws some words back, wagging her finger at Guvnor.

Guvnor: Hey sweetheart, do you kiss your mother with that tongue; it’s filthy. But the question I want to ask the good people here in Alabama-

Crowd pops, Guvnor turns his back to Mannie and his entourage, facing the crowd.

Guvnor: -Is who do you think has the biggest vagina- Young Mannie or this loose lipped skank of his-

But Guvnor never quite gets to pose the question because Alec Quartermain explodes and attacks him with a forearm smash to the back of the head. Guvnor drops down to his knees, Mannie charges in and gives him a kick to the ribs.

Nailz: What a couple of cowards! They attacked the man from behind!

Beckett: He was asking for it being so disrespectful.

Mannie orders Alec to lift Guvnor, but as he does so Guvnor fends off Alec and nails him with a left hook that drops the bodyguard. Mannie beats a hasty retreat with Jacinta alongside him. Alec rolls out of the ring and Guvnor urges all of them to get back into the ring.

Nailz: What a shot from The Guv’nor. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone drop Alec Quartermain like that.

Beckett: He’s got a big old jaw, Nailz, but it was made to look like glass there.

Alec joins Mannie, it looks like they are going to get back into the ring, but Mannie taps Alec on the chest and indicates they will pass this time. Maybe Mannie wants to pick his moment. “Original Nuttah” begins to play as Mannie and his entourage head to the back, their eyes fixed on The Guv’nor.

Nailz: The Guv’nor has arrived on Asylum and what an impact.

Beckett: There will be repercussions for this, trust me. Young Mannie, he’s like an elephant, he never forgets and he is well drilled in the art of revenge.

From the ramp Mannie makes a cut throat gesture in Guvnor’s direction, but the North American Champion grins, then takes to the top rope to pose for the fans, thumping the MADE IN HACKEY legend on his t-shirt.

[biggs]

Adam Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall!

The opening guitar riff to "Rock You Like a Hurricane" blares over the PA system and once the vocals hit Evan McDonald comes out with a cocky smirk on his face, and the Scottish flag gripped in his right hand, resting over his shoulder.

Stenfelder: Introducing first, on his way to the ring, from Edinburgh, Scotland, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds-- the "Scottish Sensation" EVAN MCDONALD!

Evan kisses an attractive woman at ringside before he rolls into the ring and poses for the crowd as they boo him. He waves the Scottish flag, grinning.

Nailz: General Manager Stefan Raab requested this match to-- in his mind-- prove Germany's dominance over Scotland in the world of sports! In what-- again, in Stefan's mind-- should have been a main event tonight, well... Stefan couldn't wait. He just couldn't hold his horses, so we get Raab vs McDonald right here, right now!

Beckett: I drive a BMW. I'm pulling for Raab!

Stenfelder: And his opponent, from Cologne, Germany, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is YOUR Raab-a-Mania General Manager... "The Killerplauze" STEFAN RAAAAAAAB!



Wretches And Kings By Linkin Park plays over the sound system as Stefan comes out through the curtain just wearing his gold and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Killerplauze on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and does a holdup on each turnbuckle and everyone boos him as he does a few boxing punches to the cameras before he looks at his opponent with anger in his eyes waiting for the match to start.

Grudge Match
Stefan Raab vs Evan McDonald

Raab charges at McDonald while McDonald is still proudly waving the Scottish flag, and the match starts! The flag falls out to the apron and Raab drives several hard fists to McDonald’s ribcage before sending him against the ropes with an Irish Whip and charging him to hit a hard knee to the midsection! McDonald flips over Raab’s knee and hits the canvas. He climbs to his knee, but Raab immediately locks McDonald in a Rear Chin Lock-- however McDonald is able to counter with a low Snapmare! Raab scrambles to his feet, but turns around into a Back Elbow! Holding his nose, Raab stumbles back, and McDonald shoots the ropes, coming back at Raab for a hard Clothesline that takes him to the canvas!

Nailz: McDonald is none too pleased with how this started! He’s got Raab up, and he’s bringing him into the turnbuckles-- and he’s just unloading on the General Manager!

Beckett: This is a good way to get a pay cut!

McDonald levels Raab with forearms and closed fists in the corner, finishing him off with a pair of shoulder thrusts, before the referee restrains him! Raab falls to his bottom in the corner and clutches his ribs. He watches as McDonald stomps back over to him and forces him up to his feet before taking him right back to the mat with a Hangman’s Neckbreaker! Raab clutches the back of his neck in pain and McDonald rolls out of the ring. He grabs the Scottish flag and waves it proudly, earning a mixed reaction from the audience, who manages to get a brief ”U-S-A!” chant started. As Raab begins to stir, McDonald places his flag on the announce table and springs back into the ring, catching Raab with a stiff Lariat as he climbs to his feet, pummeling him with forearms on the ground, and then locking him in an STF!

Beckett: STF!

Nailz: Evan McDonald is really taking it to Stefan Raab here tonight! Raab hasn’t quite been able to get into this thing!

Beckett: Well, now, he might tap himself out of it. Evan McDonald is about to ruin his whole life!

Nailz: Evan McDonald is looking for the biggest singles’ win of his career!

The crowd roars for Raab to tap as he struggles in the STF, but Raab is able to crawl toward the ropes and drape his left arm over the bottom. Evan McDonald keeps the hold locked in for a few seconds, until the referee reaches a four-count. Evan then releases it and climbs off of Raab. He waits in the center of the ring for a moment and then gets tired of it, and maneuvers past the referee, pulling Raab up to his feet and away from the ropes, drilling him with a Pumphandle Suplex! Raab crawls toward the ropes and McDonald is all over him again, driving a knee into the base of his neck and choking Raab over the middle rope! Raab flails and cries out in agony while the referee begins to count again.

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Nailz: Again, McDonald risking disqualification to inflict more damage on our General Manager!

Beckett: I like this new mean streak of Evan McDonald. He completely took Legion OUT of Action Packed Wrestling a couple of weeks ago. Four Tiger Drivers! Four! Rumor has it, Legion isn’t even able to move his legs yet. And the same thing might happen to our General Manager, Stefan Raab here tonight.

Nailz: All because he disrespected Scotland.

Evan McDonald signals for the end to the crowd, earning another mixed reaction. He turns around, watching Stefan Raab crawl to his feet. McDonald charges at him-- but Raab counters out of nowhere with a Spear! McDonald is slammed flat on his spine and Raab hooks both legs!

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THRR-- Kickout!

Beckett: He almost caught him with that Spear! The crowd thought he had it too!

Evan McDonald gets up to his feet, eyes widened in shock. He tries to stop the oncoming Stefan Raab with shots to the head and neck, but Raab is able to power him into the corner with a shoulder thrust. The referee begins to separate them, but McDonald rakes the eyes of Stefan Raab behind his back! Raab cries out and turns around, falling to his knees! While the referee checks on him, McDonald goes for the Rear Naked Choke, but Raab brings his foot back, and-- unbeknownst to the referee-- hits McDonald with a Low Blow! The crowd moans in sympathy, and McDonald immediately releases Raab. Raab turns around and out of nowhere, hits his version of the Diamond Cutter, driving McDonald’s head into the mat!

Nailz: THE KILLERCUTTER! When’s the last time we’ve seen that?!

Beckett: It’s done! Germany wins! Raab-a-Mania wins!

Raab hooks the far leg and the referee counts Evan McDonald’s shoulders to the mat!

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THRR-- Shoulder up!

Raab mounts Evan McDonald and screams obscenities into his face in German before delivering vicious strikes to his skull. McDonald tries to cover up, but Raab is relentless, only halting when the referee reaches a count of three in a five count.

Beckett: Raab said that what he did to McDonald tonight would be nothing compared to what happened to Legion. McDonald put an up-and-coming Raab-a-Mania star on the shelf on purpose, and NOW he’s paying for it!

Raab goes to hoist McDonald up once more, this time, bringing him down for a Shinbreaker! McDonald falls to his knees, holding his shin and ankle area in pain. Raab charges at him, but McDonald leaps to his feet and ducks forward to hit Raab with a high Back Body Drop! The crowd roars as Raab slams into the mat and McDonald climbs to his feet, but Raab dives at him, driving a shoulder into the same left leg he’d attacked a few seconds prior! McDonald falls face-first to the canvas, grunting in pain. Raab grabs at his left leg, going for the Ankle Lock, but McDonald rolls onto his back and kicks Raab away, into the ropes! Raab rebounds and McDonald goes for an Inside Cradle!

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Nailz: Raab kicks out!

...And upon kicking out, Raab manages to lock McDonald in a Grapevine Ankle Lock! The crowd boos loudly and McDonald tries to crawl for the ropes!

Beckett: The Killerlock is in, and it’s in tight. McDonald has nowhere left to go.

McDonald struggles for a few more seconds in the hold, but ultimately has no choice but to tap. The crowd boos loudly and Raab releases the hold once the bell rings, slowly rising to his feet and raising both fists into the air.

Stenfelder: Here is your winner as a result of a submission... “The Killerplauze” STEFAN RAAAAAB!

Nailz: What a battle between Raab and McDonald-- two heavy-hitters here on Asylum.

Beckett: You mean, Raab-a-Mania.

Raab exits the ring and approaches the announce table. He stares at Russ T. Nailz in silence for a moment and Nailz stares back at him... And Raab smirks, laughing in the commentator’s face. He grabs the Scottish flag from the announce table and rolls into the ring.

Nailz: And now what? He won the match! McDonald’s already got trouble standing. Now what more could he want?

Beckett: He’s the boss! Don’t question it!

Raab rips the Scottish flag from its staff to boos from the crowd. He tosses the staff aside and uses the flag to wipe sweat from his nose, face, and armpits before tossing it at Evan McDonald, who glares at him from the corner. McDonald tries to get up, but winces in pain, while the ref continues to check on him.

Nailz: Well-- Stefan Raab did what he wanted to do tonight. I hope he’s happy.

Beckett: I hope Evan McDonald learned a couple of valuable lessons, too! Don’t injure Stefan Raab’s Megastars-- and don’t be Scottish!

Laughing, Raab makes his way out of the ring and up the ramp toward the back.

[biggs]

The lights in the arena dim to a deep-violet, strobing, pulsating along with an unfamiliar beat before Foxygen’s “In the Darkness” hits the PA system. Several members in the audience rise to their feet in anticipation and curiosity, as even the Action-Tron remains completely black, giving little indication as to who could be approaching...

...However, our audience begins to grow loud and dissatisfied, booing their collective hearts out as a feminine figure steps out from behind the curtains, performing a graceful and sarcastic twirl and bow toward the venomous audience.

Cameras closer to the top of the ramp show Aubrey J. Parker, who-- to the surprise of many-- is joined by Tyler Harrison who raises an eyebrow at the booing legions of fans, whispering something to Aubrey J. Parker. He moves past her, leading the way toward the ring.

Beckett: She’s here! Miss 2013, Aubrey J. Parker! Bow down, Russ! Bow down! Some fans in the front row are!

Nailz: Well... Aubrey J. Parker did, indeed, win Test for the Best two Sundays ago in Orlando. She defeated the New Sindicate in the opening contest, in a shocking triple threat match. She defeated Robina Hood in the semi-finals, and in the end, in controversial fashion, defeated CJ Gates. She’s been reportedly disgusted by the reaction to her victory, and has refused to do any promotional work with Action Packed Wrestling! We briefly saw her last Thursday on Overdrive, where she and Gates had a heated exchange, but--

Beckett: Okay, okay, we saw that. Why is Tyler Harrison out here?

Nailz: That’s an old running buddy of Parker’s. He was one of her original trainers!

Tyler and Aubrey are both in the ring by this point. Aubrey J. Parker is dressed... Casually, to say the least, dressed in jeans, a green tank top, an olive-colored beanie, and tinted sunglasses that don’t give a clear view of her eyes, or expression. Tyler Harrison retrieves a microphone from Nicky Paige and waits for a moment, in an attempt to allow the crowd’s boos to subside.

”YOU SUCK!”

“YOU SUCK!”

“YOU SUCK!”

Aubrey doesn’t show much reaction but Tyler Harrison raises a finger in the air.

Tyler: She does not suck. She just won Test for the Best.

A deafening chorus of boos follows.

Tyler: Okay-- okay, I know that’s not the most popular thing to say, but cut us some slack. Aubrey was the VICTIM of bad officiating. Aubrey J. Parker may have won the match in Orlando, but her career has forever been TARNISHED because one referee wasn’t able to do his job and discourage interference from that match! And--

”WE WANT C-J!”

”WE WANT C-J!”

”WE WANT C-J!”

Tyler sighs and shakes his head.

Tyler: The match shouldn’t have gone down that way. We place one hundred percent of the blame on the referee. Aubrey J. Parker is a victim, okay? MY FRIEND IS A VICTIM OF CIRCUMSTANCE. Blame her for capitalizing! Blame her for being the best!

Tyler is nearly drowned out by the overwhelming negative reaction.

Tyler: But don’t blame Aubrey for something she didn’t do! She didn’t make the decision to count CJ Gates’ submission! The referee did! Aubrey J. Parker did what she was paid to do- WRESTLE. She’s guilty of nothing! NOTHING! The referee is the one that made the call! And SHAME ON YOU PEOPLE FOR TREATING THE FUTURE OF YOUR INDUSTRY THIS WAY! Aubrey J. Parker is a LEADER! She is the face of a new generation!

The crowd continues to let the two have it, with the camera panning around the arena to show the explosive masses.

Tyler: Let’s not act like this is the most horrendous decision to come out of Florida, recently. You people don’t know a damned thing about right and wrong!

Nailz: Oh, come on...

Beckett: What?

Tyler shrugs as the crowd grows disgusted and Aubrey continues to stand behind him, looking idly out into different sections of the audience, but offering no reaction.

Tyler: Aubrey J. Parker is NOT... GUILTY. All she does is wrestle. All she does is win. And what does she get in return? You people chanting “we all hate you.” You people chanting, “go home, Parker.” You people chanting for women like Kaylyn James Evans and Amy Zing-- but NOT for Aubrey! You people--

”WE ALL HATE YOU!”

”WE ALL HATE YOU!”

”WE ALL HATE YOU!”

”WE ALL HATE YOU!”

Tyler: This is your next APW Undisputed Champion! Give her a break!

Tyler seems ready to give up, but the camera focuses on Parker who is typing something in her phone. She whistles for Tyler and he comes over to her, taking the phone, reading the contents of whatever she typed. He looks at her, uneasily, and then takes a step back, reciting the message to the audience.

Tyler: And I quote, “And this is exactly why I’m not wrestling for you people tonight. You don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve me. You don’t deserve to hear my voice. You don’t deserve me as your Undisputed Champion. Maybe I should just pack my bags and quit right now. Maybe tonight is the last time you’ll ever see AJP.”

Parker takes the phone back from Tyler immediately and begins to type again, while the crowd roars at the very thought!

Nailz: Leaving?!

Beckett: No! NO! NOT YOU TOO!

”GO HOME PARKER!”

“GO HOME PARKER!”

“GO HOME PARKER!”

Aubrey spends about thirty seconds typing again and then hands the phone back to Tyler, who again, in spite of the explosive crowd, begins to read again.

Tyler: “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

A massive pop from the audience, and Tyler continues a few seconds later.

Tyler: “I hope you all get terminal illnesses and die so your children have a chance to grow up and know what it’s like to have a real hero.”

Aubrey takes the phone back from Tyler while the crowd continues to hurl their insults, and hands it back to him after another fifteen seconds...

Tyler: “Screw it; I hope your children die too. All the good fans are in Japan anyway.”

Tyler looks visibly uncomfortable reading the last one and shoves the phone back into Aubrey’s hands. She laughs and gives each side of the audience a dismissive wave. Tyler runs a hand over his eyes and shakes his head, turning back to the fans again.

Tyler: ...You guys will not be hearing the voice of Ms. Parker, because you don’t deserve to. Tonight-- tonight is the end of Aubrey J. Parker as you know it.

There is a mixed reaction at this and Tyler looks toward Aubrey for a moment before looking into the crowd once more.

Tyler: Welcome to the beginning.

Tyler lowers the microphone, speaking quietly to Parker for a few seconds. “In the Darkness” hits the PA system and Tyler leads the way out of the ring. Aubrey J. Parker steps out to the apron, down the steps, and then the two walk up the ramp, still speaking in whispers to each other.

Nailz: So what-- what does he mean, ‘tonight is the end of Aubrey J. Parker as you know it’? Is she out?

Beckett: I don’t think so. You know how much that Undisputed Title means to her.

Nailz: What about the New Sindicate? What happens next?

We fade to black as Tyler Harrison and Aubrey J. Parker make their way to the back.

The cameras shift backstage in the Von Braun Center, where they end up focused on a somewhat anxious and pacing Logan Alexander. He currently makes his way up and down a long stretch of hallway near his locker room, seemingly lost in thought and muttering quietly to himself. It comes as no surprise that he fails to notice the arrival of someone at one end of the hallway, and it isn't until he almost walks into them that he stops and notices them standing there. Logan lifts his gaze to look at this person and the camera pans around to view their face as well.

LA: "What?"

Woah there hombre!

The face that Logan was staring at was a very familiar one; one I might add that he's seen too much of lately, but judging by Logan's reaction it was easy figure out that it was none other than "The Main Attraction" Young Mannie (with Alec & Jacinta) who was now in the Tap Out champ's face.

Mannie: You almost stepped on my Adidas!

Logan scoffs and rolls his eyes.

LA: "Better that it's just your shoes rather than the rest of you like it's been on the last few episodes of Asylum."

"So are you here for some reason other than to annoy me with demands for my title?"

Mannie: Hahahaha…No!

The crowd boos as “The Main Attraction” instantly smirks. The champ continues to just look annoyed; thus allowing Mannie to continue on.

Mannie: Well actually Logan I just came by to wish you luck for your match tonight, because trust me you’re going to need it.

Mannie extends his right hand out to Logan. Logan glances down at Mannie's hand, but makes no move to accept it.

LA: "Luck hardly factors into the equation Mannie. One day, when you acquire some real skill, you'll realize that."

Mannie simply smirks at Logan's brash comment as he forces a handshake on Logan; which now brings up the confrontation's intensity just that much more. Mannie & Logan are eye to eye when Mannie leans in to whisper something very important in the Champ's ear.

Mannie: I just wanted you to know that between us; title or no title, I will be the one who will retire you from APW.

Logan meets Mannie's gaze... and then he smirks confidently right back at him, just before replying back with some of his own wise words into Mannie's ear.

LA: "You're welcome to try Mannie. And when you fail to accomplish your lofty goal, you'll get to watch whatever remains of the 'Main Attraction Era' be cast aside by the true greatness that I possess. Just try not to let any other little girls kick your head off before then so you can appreciate the moment fully."

Mannie immediately breaks the handshake and gives Logan a scolded look which he simply smiles at; however instead of trading words again "The Main Attraction" and his entourage head back up the corridor.

Nailz: A tense interaction between Young Mannie and the Tap Out Champion Logan Alexander! We'll see Logan defend his Tap Out Title following the break!

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I WANNA GET CHOCOLATE WASTED!!!!

Here comes the "THE SMOOTH ONE" dressed in black brief tights and a TDB T-Shirt with "Get Chocolate Wasted" on the back. Accompanied by the other members of The Dying Breed ”The Smooth One” looks across the arena basking in the cheers of APW faithful. He gingerly strolls to the ring…As he enters the ring he stands in the middle of the extends his arms and basks in the aroma of impending victory. He slowly climbs to the middle turnbuckle and strokes his beard and salutes the APW fans.

I WANNA GET CHOCOLATE WASTED!!!!



Stenfelder: The following contest is a ‘submissions only’ match for the APW Tap Out Championship. Introducing first: from Hollywood, CA; weighing 235lbs, he is a member of ‘The Dying Breed’....’The Smooth One’....WILLIAM D. WILLIAMS JR!!!

Here comes the "THE SMOOTH ONE" dressed in black brief tights and a TDB T-Shirt with "Get Chocolate Wasted" on the back. Accompanied by the other members of The Dying Breed ”The Smooth One” looks across the arena basking in the cheers of APW faithful. He gingerly strolls to the ring…As he enters the ring he stands in the middle of the extends his arms and basks in the aroma of impending victory. He slowly climbs to the middle turnbuckle and strokes his beard and salutes the APW fans.

Nailz: Nobody knows more about Tap Out wrestling than William D. Williams. He’s been at the heart of this division since he came to Asylum.

Beckett: And nobody knows more about flunking Tap Out Title matches. He’s like the bridesmaid that never quite catches the bouquet.

Darling Violetta plays as the lights dim to an emerald green. The Emerald Assassin runs down the ramp at full sprint and leaps into the ring under the middle rope. Once in the ring he rolls to his feet and poses fists at his waist.

Stenfelder: Introducing next: weighing 160lbs....THE EMERALD ASSASSIN!!

Nailz: Here he is, your friendly neighbourhood superhero- The Emerald Assassin!

Beckett: Is it true this guy eats diamonds for breakfast?

Nailz: He’s a damn rich guy if he does.

The opening chords of �In The End� start to play through the arena. A video package shown in black and white begins to play, showing clips of APW pay-per-view, and various televised matches having featured Logan Alexander. After a brief time, the current APW Tap Out champion emerges from the backstage area, walking casually out on stage with the Tap Out title draped over his shoulder. He pauses at the top of the ramp and looks out at the crowd, coolly appraising them while they boo his presence.

While he stands there waiting, four other men step out onto the stage from the entryway and move into positions around him. Two flank him on either side, but remain a step behind him, and the last two take up spots behind them. All four are dressed in identical clothing. Black shoes, black pants, and black shirts with bold, white lettering that spelled out L.A.P.S.E. across the front. Logan looks around at each of them, nods, and then the four begin walking down the ramp towards ringside.

At ringside, Logan removes his ring jacket and hands it to one of him companions before climbing the ring steps to the apron. Another of his companions climbs up onto the ring apron ahead of him and sits on the middle rope and lifts the top rope. Logan pats him appreciatively on the shoulder before climbing into the ring. Logan looks across the ring at his opponent, before handing the Tap Out title to the referee and then retreating to one corner of the ring across from his opponent. The four men at ringside move around to his corner, standing in pairs along each adjoining side of the ring. Logan stares over at his opponent, while the others behind him look around the arena casually, all of them awaiting the bell.

Stenfelder: Introducing: from Toronto, Ontario, Canada; weighing 223lbs; he is a member of ‘The New Sindicate’ and is the APW Tap Out Champion....LOGAN ALEXANDER!!!

Nailz: Test For The Best was a night of mixed emotions for Logan Alexander. No doubt frustrated at his luck in the draw.

Beckett: But Logan is a team player through and through. He will be as happy for Aubrey J. Parker as he is disappointed he won’t challenge their mentor Terry Marvin. But tonight he gets the chance to get back to business, and doing what he does better than most- making people tap out!

Tap Out Championship Match
Logan Alexander (c) vs. William D. Williams Jr. vs. The Emerald Assassin

Logan wastes no time getting things started, connecting with a couple of punches on Williams, then shoving Emerald away with his forearm. Logan grabs Williams by the arm and gives it a quick wrench, then twists it. Williams screams out in pain, but tries to fight Logan off. Instead Logan clubs Williams to the back of the head and shanks his arm with a hammerlock. Logan spots Emerald getting to his feet and shoves Williams into him. As The Smooth One turns around Logan grapevines his arm and yanks Williams down into a triangle choke- or an attempt at one, but Williams counters with a hard punch to the kidney area.

Nailz: We know nobody in APW is more proficient at submission wrestling than Logan Alexander.

Beckett: You’re right. The best strategy for Williams and Emerald Assassin might be to work as a team to eliminate Alexander.

Logan rolls away, gets to his feet but Williams runs him down with a clothesline. Williams feels the arm Logan worked on earlier, then lifts Logan to his feet and runs him face first into a turnbuckle. Williams slams his forearm into Logan’s lower back, then grapples him with a full nelson, dragging the Tap Out Champion away from the corner. Williams tries to rag Logan about, but the champ counters with a back headbutt. This frees him from Williams, and Logan has the sense to spot Emerald Assassin flying at him. Logan ducks at Emerald flies into a cross body and the superhero connects on Williams instead.

Beckett: Wow! He just flew like Superman!

Nailz: That was incredible height from The Emerald Assassin.

As Emerald gets to his feet, Logan upends him by the legs and tries to lock in the Perfect Chaos Theory, but Emerald is quick to grab the bottom rope and the ref immediately tells Logan to break it up. The champ drags Emerald away from the ropes and tries to put in the hold, but Emerald makes a good job of struggling, giving Williams enough time to connect with a missile dropkick from the top rope, knocking Logan backwards into seated position in the corner. Williams is quickly to his feet and charges to the corner looking for a running dropkick, but Logan flops face first down on the mat and Williams hangs himself on the bottom rope.

Nailz: Big fail from Williams!

Beckett: And some big time hurt right where you don’t want it.

Logan gets to his feet and he’s immediately attacked with knife edge chops from Emerald Assassin. Emerald whips Logan into the ropes, then drops him with a running lariat. Emerald turns his attention back to Williams who is tied up in the ropes still, and Emerald locks in a rope hung Boston crab. The crowd pop for Emerald, but the ref is in and gives Emerald a four count before he’s forced to release the hold. Williams drops down on his hands and knees, breathing hard. Emerald gives him a couple of kicks to the body before Logan takes Emerald from behind with a waist lock and delivers a sickening German suplex onto the top turnbuckle- Emerald’s head and neck smashing into the corner. Logan drags Emerald to his feet, grabs him with a front facelock then drops into a guillotine choke. Emerald immediately starts flailing.

Nailz: Logan has that synched in, we could be seconds from a submission.

Beckett: Emerald Assassin will have call on all his super powers to survive this.

But Emerald is saved by Williams who breaks the hold with a sharp kick to the back of Logan’s head. The champ gets straight to his feet and exchanges a few shots with Williams, but The Smooth One takes charges with a knee to the gut, then smashes the back of Logan’s head with a forearm club. Williams rebounds off the ropes and lifts a knee into a crouched Logan’s neck, then nails him with a reverse facelock knee backbreaker. Logan drops to the mat. Williams lifts Emerald and slams his face on a turnbuckle, turning back to a now seated Logan and locking in a Buffalo sleeper.

Nailz: Innovation from Williams- this is new from him!

Beckett: And he’s working that neck. Logan could be in trouble here.

Logan is writhing in agony, but this just makes Williams shank the neck more. The ref drops down in front of Logan and asks him if he wants to quit, but the champ shows his belligerence by shaking his head as best as he can. Williams breaks the hold, then starts to lift Logan with a full nelson, but Emerald comes off the top rope and connects with a hurricanrana, flipping Williams across the ring. Emerald is quickly on his feet and locks in a sleeper hold, but Williams quickly fights back to his feet and fends Emerald off with back elbows. Logan gets back to his feet, Williams runs at him and grabs Logan by the legs, putting him onto his back. Williams then locks in the OTS Texas Cloverleaf. Emerald, not wanting to be undone, slides up next to Logan’s head and locks in an attempt at the LeBell Lock.

Nailz: Double submission! Surely Logan Alexander can’t survive this!

Beckett: He’s fighting and hanging in there, Nailz! But he looks in a lot of trouble.

Logan is in a really bad place, pain shooting through his body from all sides. With his free arm he tries to grab for the rope, but it’s well out of reach. The ref is down asking Logan the question, and as it looks like Logan’s resistance is over Williams again releases the hold. He looks at Emerald and grabs him with a rear naked choke, dragging him off Logan and to his feet. Williams tries to drag Emerald away, but he’s countered into a fireman’s carry. But Emerald hasn’t eaten his spinach today and can’t hold Williams up, The Smooth One slipping off behind Emerald and locking in a full nelson, which becomes a slam, and then the OTS.

Nailz: Williams again with his signature OTS.

Beckett: Emerald needs an escape and fast!

Emerald quickly scrambles and gets to the ropes. The ref starts to give Williams the count, but he simply drags Emerald back to the middle of the ring and locks in the hold again.

Nailz: Williams has got it locked in, middle of the ring. Emerald Assassin has got nowhere to go. He has to tap!

Williams arches his back, trying to get as much torque as possible. Emerald is giving out agonised noises, goes up on his hands to try and shift the leverage, but Williams just sits down on him, pinning Emerald in that position. Emerald’s hand slaps the mat just the once, then he tries to force himself up again, but he’s got no leverage. Thirty seconds in this hold now and Emerald is fading fast, his superhero will deserting him.

Nailz: Emerald Assassin is still clinging on- but he can’t have much left!

Beckett: He’s got to find a way out this, right? He’s a freakin’ superhero!

Emerald looks like he can’t take anymore, he raises his hand and looks like he’s about to tap when Logan comes out of nowhere and nails Williams with a lung blower, although the momentum does hyperextend the synched in knee of Emerald, causing him to writhe in agony clutching that joint.

Nailz: Good God! The impact on that lung blower reverberated right through that knee joint of Emerald Assassin. He may be done- he may not be able to get up again!

Williams gets to his feet feeling his back, but he’s soon dropped with a snapmare into a seated position, then Logan locks in a cross armbreaker. Williams is immediately flapping about. The ropes are out of reach, so he starts thumping at Logan’s legs. In desperation Williams rolls towards Logan and this gives him something to work with, although Logan still has a firm grip on his arm. In comes Emerald with a double foot stomp on Williams, then he locks in a cross armbreaker of his own on Williams’ other arm.

Nailz: Double cross armbreaker! In all my years I’ve never seen anything like this.

However, Emerald is in the ropes and the eagle eyed referee stops this, forcing the hold to be broken on a four count. Logan too decides to release his hold at the same time. Emerald tries to catch Logan off guard as he rises, but the champ has it scouted and counters with a huge over the head belly to belly suplex. This buys everyone some time to catch their breath.

Nailz: All three men are down, and who can blame them? It’s been relentless.

Beckett: And it’s Tap Out Rules- nothing is as severe, as punishing as this in any form of professional wrestling.

Williams and Emerald are the first to their feet after an eight count. Williams grabs Emerald and rakes his eyes, then follows this up with a snap suplex. Emerald arches his back, Williams grabs him from behind in a chinlock. Logan gets to his feet, Williams releases Emerald and throws a punch, but Logan blocks it and retorts with a headbutt. Logan grabs and twists Williams’ arm, then wrenches it and thrusts his shoulder against the joint. Williams tries to fight free, but Logan wrenches again and forces Williams down onto one knee. Logan then draws Williams up and whips him into a corner. Emerald is on his feet and hits Logan with a several chops to the chest; Logan responds with a hard jab, then an attempted neckbreaker, but Emerald rolls through it and drops Logan with a clothesline. Emerald grabs Logan’s legs and tries to lock in a sharpshooter, but Logan kicks him off. Emerald rebounds off the ropes and Logan takes him down with a hip toss, then tries to lock in an armbar only for Williams to jump on Logan’s back and apply a rear naked choke, applying leg scissors to the body and dragging Logan down to the mat.

Nailz: Williams is choking Logan- will this be it? Is Williams finally about to be promoted from the role of Tap Out bridesmaid?

Beckett: Logan won’t tap, I know it, so Williams may have to choke him out.

Logan is going blue in the face, but refuses to tap out, quickly sinking into unconsciousness.

Nailz: Logan is gone! He’s losing it here! We’re about to see a new champion.

Beckett: Get the champagne on ice, The Smooth One is taking home the gold-NO!

Until Emerald Assassin slaps an ankle lock on Williams; shocking Williams into releasing the choke on Logan. Williams quickly swivels on his back and kicks out at Emerald, breaking the hold. Williams quickly gets to his feet and charges Emerald, but he’s countered with a drop toe hold and Emerald once again as the ankle lock synched in. Williams begins to creep towards the ropes, but Emerald drags him away. Williams is up on his arms, again inching his way. He gets closer and closer, he’s just a couple of inches away when Emerald grapevines his leg, rooting Williams to the spot, maybe an inch or two beyond the full extension of his reach- the ropes and salvation tantalisingly close.

Nailz: The ropes are so close for Williams- he can smell them!

Beckett: But right now they will feel light years away. Emerald has him good here. Is that the fat lady I hear?

Logan gets to his feet and stomps hard on the face of Emerald, breaking the submission. Emerald gets quickly to his feet but Logan nails him with the Chaotic Shockwave (Implant DDT). Williams is getting back to his feet, but Logan is all over him quickly and locks in Perfect Chaos Theory. It’s too much for Williams and he taps out.

Winner and STILL Tap Out Champion: Logan Alexander

Logan releases the hold as the bell tolls and raises his arms into the air. The ref hands over the Tap Out Champion and Logan holds it high.

Nailz: Another successful defence by Logan Alexander, who is quickly proving the master of submission wrestling. But Logan was pushed all the way tonight by The Emerald Assassin and William D. Williams Jr.

Beckett: It took all his championship calibre to retain. A great win for Logan Alexander, and here’s proof that the superhero doesn’t always win in the end.

Logan rolls out of the ring and heads back up the ramp, stopping to raise the title one last time to highlight he remains the Tap Out Champion.

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The camera is focused on ringside as we return from a commercial break. The Huntsville crowd are in a joyous mood as they anticipate the next event in store.

Nailz: As Asylum...

Beckett: Raab-a-Mania.

Nailz: Er-hem, as Raab-a-Mania continues tonight we're faced with a continuing trend of big matches with bigger results. Up next we've got...

Nailz is cut off by the melodic intro that signals the arrival of Keaton Saint. "Cold War" continues to play as he emerges from the stage and makes his way to the ring, notably dressed in a suit.

Beckett: Saint's not supposed to be here tonight, he hasn't got a match!

Nailz: The man might not be booked, but Keaton Saint is making his way to the ring right now and I'm sure he's got something to say.

As Nailz finishes, Saint has already made his way to the ring and acquired a microphone. He takes a moment to soak in the atmosphere of the hyped crowd and begins to speak.

Keaton Saint: Now I know tonight might be called Raab-a-Mania, but for me this is still Asylum. And when the Asylum card was booked, my name wasn't involved. There's a good reason for that and I'm going to get into it quite shortly. For now, I just want to give a shout out to the wonderful fans of Huntsville for allowing us to be a part of your lives.

The namedrop grabs a successful cheer from the crowd as some members give themselves a round of applause.

Keaton Saint: Some of you may know that earlier in the year I was negotiating my new contract with APW, there were some difficulties involved but in the end I was able to secure something for myself. That brings me to here, in this ring and with this microphone. I started wrestling professionally in 2008 and my debut was against a legend in APW and beyond, I'm sure all of you are familiar with Level One.

Saint shows a smirk as he twirls the microphone.

Keaton Saint: That match was important for a variety of reasons, it put me on the path to what I am today. I became the best wrestler I could because of that match, but it came with a condition that I have to acknowledge fully tonight. Level One put my career on a timer without knowing he did it, I've always known about this and I've never held it against him but I've always known at one point I would have to finish wrestling. I'm at that stage now where I can't go on without considering the quality of my life beyond the ring. It pains me to say this, but I know I have the freedom to express it finally.

Saint pauses as he acknowledges the words that are about to come.

Keaton Saint: I've got maybe a couple of good matches left in me, so my last official match for APW will be at Shockwave. I've made a few calls and a few promises, I'm finalising some things away from this ring but I am going to be retiring as a wrestler and I will be doing so at Shockwave. The fans of APW gave me everything, I aim to give you all the best of me on the last day of Keaton Saint.

Saint raises his hands and points to the crowd who give him a rousing chant, this continues right up to Saint drawing the microphone back to his lips.

Keaton Saint: The march of this Saint will end, but one thing I can take from it is that the decision was mine in the end. The question I'm asking now is this, who will be the one to end it?

Saint hands the microphone to a stagehand and exits the ring to a massive wave of chants and support from the Huntsville crowd. As he continues to leave, the camera cuts to Nailz and Beckett who are both understandably shocked.

Nailz: Did I just hear that right?!

Beckett: Terry Marvin's Sindicate beat Keaton Saint so bad he's walking away from wrestling!

Nailz: I'm sure that's not the case, but Keaton Saint has made a huge statement tonight by announcing his RETIREMENT from the ring at Shockwave.

Beckett: But he didn't say who's going to face him.

Nailz: That's true, in fact I believe he made an open challenge! We're talking about a former World Heavyweight champion putting an open gauntlet out for someone to be his final opponent.

Beckett: That's huge news, massive.

Nailz: But we'll have to see what happens from it, until then we've got the rest of tonight to get through. And what a massive night it is!

The scene fades into the darkened arena corridors and there is a rumble among the crowd as Tyler Harrison crosses through the frame, followed by uproarious boos as Aubrey J. Parker, still wearing the vacant, distant smile strides along behind him. Tyler turns and gives her an unsatisfied look before he stops at a door which is already partially open, and unmarked-- although the crowd grows just slightly more positive as the Tap Out Champion, Logan Alexander can be seen on the inside, wiping sweat from his brows and face with a towel.

Tyler raises a fist and knocks lightly on the door, though he pushes the door open a bit the champion even gives him a response and takes a step inside-- though Aubrey remains in the doorway, smiling idly.

Tyler: Logan.

Logan looks over at Tyler then towards Aubrey and back again.

LA: "Tyler."

His gazes moves back to Aubrey, but he has no greeting for her.

Tyler: Logan, we need to talk... We uh...

He turns back toward Aubrey, who reaches into her handbag and retrieves a pair of sunglasses. She slides them on and crosses her arms, angling her head away from Logan.

Tyler: We have a problem. Well-- you. You have a problem. The two of you. Ahem. Yeah.

LA: "Clearly."

His gaze returns to Tyler, before Logan backs up and sits down.

LA: "But I don't see what can be done about it right now. There's nothing I can do to fix it, as much as I want to."

Tyler: Well, that's not entirely true. This- this can be fixed, you see. Aubrey has talked... she's talked to General Manager Stefan Raab, and- and you are officially b...

Tyler stops and looks at Aubrey as if looking for further confirmation, but she is looking at some sort of imaginary being in the ceiling, failing to acknowledge either of them.

Tyler: You're banned from any and all matches involving Aubrey J. Parker. If you interfere, then her contract will be terminated. She...

Tyler grabs Logan by the arm and pulls him close, speaking in a considerably quieter tone.

Tyler: She requested it herself. She's been making ridiculous demands all week.

Logan looks somewhat surprised by the terms of Aubrey's request. He glances over at her.

LA: "It's not that ridiculous really... You just need to understand the reasoning behind it... which I do."

He looks back at Tyler. His expression hasn't changed, but he does appear saddened by this news.

LA: "If that's what she wants... I have little choice but to honour it."

Tyler nods, uncomfortably.

Tyler: I, uh... I guess there's not, um... Much to say, here, really.

We turn back to Aubrey J. Parker, but she doesn't seem to be paying attention to either of them, once again. She has retrieved her iPhone from her handbag and is using it to text somebody, leaning lazily against the door frame. Logan nods slightly.

LA: "I suppose not."

Tyler: I'm sure it'll all blow over. Hey-- good job with the title defense though, uh... amigo! Eh? Haha. You rocked. High five!

Tyler raises a hand, accompanied by a broad, obnoxious smile... But Logan simply looks up at Tyler.

LA: "Sorry Tyler... but I don't feel up for celebrations..."

His gaze settles back on Aubrey.

Tyler: Oh-- oh. Yeah. Of course. Well, uh... Hey, we're gonna-- we're gonna head on out, then. Oh. And I...

Tyler looks up at Logan for a moment, but closes his mouth and shakes his head.

Tyler: Never-- nevermind. Seeya.

Aubrey shoots a sideways glance into the room, but her eyes never actually reach the Tap Out Champion. She pivots and makes her way from the door, down the same corridor she and Tyler had just come from. Tyler follows her, silently. Logan watches them leave but just before Tyler gets out of sight, Logan speaks.

LA: "Tyler..."

When Tyler pauses and looks back Logan continues.

LA: "Look out for her, okay?"

Tyler simply looks ahead at Logan for a few seconds, and without much of a reaction, pivots again, and jogs to catch up with Aubrey down the hallway. Our cameras swing back toward the troubled face of the Tap Out Champion and we fade to black.

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Stenfielder: The following Contest is for the APW SUICIDAL CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing the Challenger, "The Agent Of Chaos" MISSSTERRR ENNNIGMAAAA!!!

The lights go out. Question marks are highlighted all around the arena in constant movement. Smoke fills the ramp. Sparks fall from the ceiling and the music begins to blast through the sounds speakers as Mr. Enigma makes his way slowly and methodically to the ring. Some fans boo as many of his loyal fans over the years chant his name. Enigma walks around the ring and then into the ring where he stands in the corner removing his garbs and awaits his opponent with a daunting look of intensity and focus.

Stenfielder: And now...Coming to the ring is the Reigning and Defending APW Suicidal Champion..."The Perfect TEN" KAAYLYYN JAAMES EEEVAAANS!

"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 with the APW Suicidal Belt fastened around her waist. As the chorus was being heard throughout the crowd a smiling Kaylyn Evans was on her way down the ramp with a stride that showed nothing but confidence in herself no matter what the outcome of today's event's would be.

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

Beckett: If I said she was thick would she smother me with her body?

Nailz: This is a big match, a Title match. Enigma has the chance to become a Champion in his first Asylum appearance. KJE has the chance to secure herself as a Fighting Champion when people have questioned why she didn't defend her belt at Test For The Best. This is a good answer to any doubts and if she can win..She silences all critics.

Mr. Enigma Vs. Kaylyn J. Evans

Suicidal Championship[/center]

The bell sounds and KJE skips sideways as she begins to circle her challenger. Enigma smiles and steps to play along in the circle. Kay comes in and goes to lock up but Mr. Enigma is much stronger and begins to swing her around by the arms. She shoves off her feet and goes for a Monkey Flip but Mr. Enigma catches her and and pulls her over his shoulder. She slaps down short punches and slaps trying to get out of his grasp but he takes two steps and dumps her with on her shoulder. She scoots away from him as he once again approaches. As he reaches down to snatch her up, she swiftly kicks his arm.

Going into a roll, Kay gets farther away from Enigma and gets to her face. She hits the far ropes and springs off adding her speed and agility to the rush. She comes to Mr. Enigma and tries to Shoulder Charge him but he laughs and doesn't budge. She again runs and hits the ropes and goes for another Shoulder Charge but again it does nothing to her Challenger. Quickly she hits a Backflip Kick that catches Mr. Enigma off guard and he stumbles a bit.

Beckett: Oh! Very nice move by Kaylyn! Mr. Enigma didn't see that one coming..

As he shakes off his startled daze, KJE hits the ropes one more time and leaps as she approaches him again and hits a Double Knee Press attack. Enigma catches her but stumbles back and is about to lose his balance until his back hits the ropes and KJE transitions and hits a Hurricanrana that sends Mr. Enigma over the ropes to the outside. The crowd impressed but still in suspicion of KJE as they send out a mixed reaction to her finding a way to control the match.

Beckett: LUCK-EE! She can hurricanrana me any day of the week! She's such a great athlete, I think I'm in love..

Nailz: No chance. That's something you couldn't land even if you won the lotto.

As he pulls up with the help of the Ring Apron, Mr. Enigma burns a glare up at KJE inside the ring. He climbs up onto the apron and dips through the ropes to enter the ring. Hurrying over to him, KJE whips kick after kick to his legs and mid section. Each shot stinging and causing him to flinch as he tries to get through the assault and get his hands on the current Champion. He finds an opening and launches himself at her with a Clothesline but the Suicidal Champion ducks and spins around to deliver a well placed round house middle kick to his stomach. She runs, hits the adjacent ropes and looks to go for a running Elbow but Mr. Enigma crushes her with a Clothesline from Hell and spins her out before she lands into the canvas.

Beckett: My poor baby!! Damn that Enigma! How dare he hurt something so beautiful!!

Nailz: I believe that could do it here folks, Mr. Enigma could become the new Champion after taking her apart with that clothesline..

Enigma drops to his knees with a smile on his face as he stares around the arena at the undecided fans who can't make up their minds on cheering or booing. He rolls her onto her back and covers her without hooking a leg as the referee gets in position and makes the count.

1
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2
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Thr..KICKOUT!

The fans erupt a bit as KJE kicks out and Enigma shoots a stare at the referee not liking the hesitant counting. He rises to his feet and pulls KJE up with him and lifts her by the armpits. He launches her into a corner and she slumps down onto his butt. Mr. Enigma steps in and begins laying into her with Mud Hole Stomping stomps that bounce her with each boot. Pulling her to her feet, he leaves her slumped back against the turnbuckles. He slaps her with force behind his open palm and she goes to collapse but he catches her and keeps her on her feet before lifting her up and sitting her on the top turnbuckle.

He doesn't climb up in front of her but hooks her, setting her up for a Suplex. Right as she comes off the turnbuckle her legs begin to shake and wiggle. She manages to fall from the suplex attempt and land back to the turnbuckle and as Enigma responds, KJE sticks out a boot and he catches it to the face as he jogs in at her. She pulls him in and sets him up for a Tornado DDT and signals it to the crowd. She calls it "Crusher" and pushes off going for it but Mr. Enigma shoves her and she lands on her hands and knees sprawled out like she defended a takedown.

Nailz: I think Enigma was going for a Super version of his "187" finisher when KJE countered it only to have her finisher countered as well.

Beckett: They both want this victory, they want to be a champion and it shows in their fight!

From the sprawl, KJE bursts up from the canvas and spins in a jump hitting a Spinning Wheel Kick that rocks Mr. Enigma. Quickly Kay hits the adjacent ropes, jumping up and springboarding from the middle rope. She hits a moonsault but Mr. Enigma catches her over his shoulder, almost loses his balance but snaps forward and slams her with a Oklahoma type slam. He hooks the leg and goes for a pin attempt.

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Not getting the pinfall, Enigma flips KJE over and goes to lock up his "Venom's Edge" Cross Face submission. KJE slips out of the submission, pops up on her feet and sweep kicks Enigma square to the face. He grabs at his mouth in pain as he slowly pushes to his feet.

As Mr. Enigma rises he bursts into a forward lunging clothesline, KJE hooks the arm and whirls around him, setting up her Full Nelson Bomb. She lifts and barely gets him off his feet before he drops, hitting her finisher. Enigma curls at the head, grabbing his head as KJE turns him onto his back and makes the cover.

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Beckett: WOOO HOOO!! SHE DID IT!! IGNORE THE FANS, THIS GIRL IS A GEM!!

Nailz: An impressive showing by Kaylyn, she had to find holes and take advantage where she could find it but she came out with her Championship in tact.

Stenfelder: Winner and...STILL APW Suicidal Champion! KAYLYN J. EVANS!!

Her music plays as KJE pushes to her feet and the referee lifts her hand in celebration. The referee goes and grabs the Suicidal Belt and offers it to KJE, she snatches it and raises it above her head as the fans boo and cheer in a mixture of excitement. As KJE makes her way up the ramp, she looks at Mr. Enigma in the ring, and gives him a slight nod. Enigma just sits there, contemplating what the nod means.

Our scene fades in from darkness where we observe the Unforgiven in an "industrial" area. The area is void of almost all sound. Pipes, framing, and wood are littered around the floor, and it's unclear what the four members of the Unforgiven are doing as our cameras shakily approach from a distance-- but Zachariah Blood's calm, low voice is interrupted by a whistle.

Yooo!

Blood shoots an annoyed look in the direction of the "guest", and there is a chorus of boos as Tyler Harrison sways into frame. Aubrey J. Parker, approaches his side, smiling faintly at the group. Tyler moves toward Sentinel and playfully punches his shoulder.

Sentinel cants his head slightly toward Tyler, giving him an "are you serious?" look. Then his attention goes to the spot Tyler just punch-shoved before going back to the Harrison brother's eyes. Talon steps forward from the wall and puts her hand on Sentinel's shoulder, leaning up to whisper something in his ear which seems to calm the big man down.

Tyler: Hey, buddy, I remember you! ACW, wasn't it? Haha, you didn't say too much there, either. Hey-- you guys killed out there tonight, though, right? Right? Haha-- HIGH FIVE, UP TOP!

Tyler throws a hand up toward Sentinel, grinning broadly. In the midst of this, Zachariah Blood steps forward, Rayne behind him with arms crossed below her ample chest and a smirk on her face.

Zachariah Blood: You want something, Harrison? Or are you just seeing how many times you can poke a beast before it bites your finger off?

Rayne giggles darkly at Zachariah's comment but the Masochist himself is stone-faced. Sentinel rolls his eyes at his partner's theatrical way of speaking while keeping his eyes on Harrison and Parker.

Tyler: I... wh... what did I...

Frowning, Tyler retracts his hand and turns to Parker.

Tyler: What did I do?

Parker rolls her eyes and whispers something in Tyler's ear. Tyler clears his throat and smiles brightly at Blood.

Tyler: First and foremost, I know we haven't always seen eye-to-eye, but I wanted you guys to know, from the bottom of my heart, I am a HUGE fan. I might be your biggest. And... Aubrey and I... We just wanted to uh... To let you guys know that we truly respect what you guys do out in that ring, and we wanna make sure you get EVERY opportunity you deserve. And we can make sure that happens.

Aubrey nods, as if to confirm Tyler's words.

Zachariah Blood: I'd almost buy a used car from you, Harrison. Almost.

Tyler: Well, thanks!

The Masochist's lips twitch as though a smile is threatening to form...but it doesn't come to pass. His eyes remain hard, his attitude cold. Some of the edge does come out of his voice when he speaks again, not reacting to Rayne coming up behind him and draping herself over his shoulders comfortably as she eyes Aubrey.

Zachariah Blood: Since we've been here, Tyler, we haven't spoken once, so saying we haven't always seen eye-to-eye is a moot point. Saying you're a fan...that I can believe. Anyone who enjoys no-bullshit combat that defies the norm and doesn't pander to the drones should be a fan of ours and should respect us by default.

Sentinel and Talon nod knowingly as Zachariah continues. Tyler frowns again.

Zachariah Blood: But this talk about making sure we get what we deserve, you and your...lady...there making sure it happens? I can't decide if that's you saying we can't do it on our own or if you know something we don't. So...which is it?

Tyler: Well, to be fair, I'm sure I know a lot of things you don't know! Like, for instance-- I bet you don't know what the only word in history to have two synonyms that are antonyms of each other are! Riddle me THAT!

Aubrey, a little bit less patient, delivers a very solid punch to Tyler's kidneys. He whimpers in pain and shoots her a dirty look before turning back to Blood.

Tyler: The answer is "cleave."

Another punch.

Tyler: OW. OKAY. We just-- there are just some things that we can promise you that other people can't okay? We--

Aubrey pushes Tyler out of the way and leans up toward Zachariah Blood herself, whispering something that only Zachariah and Rayne are able to hear. Rayne visibly dislikes Aubrey getting that close to Zachariah but listens intently regardless. Zachariah's brows narrow as Aubrey leans back while Rayne's look of wicked delight turns into one of intense thought. A trace smirk twists Zachariah's features as he draws back, staring at both Aubrey and Tyler for a moment before responding.

Zachariah Blood: So that's what you're after...

He snorts quietly and shakes his head.

Zachariah Blood: Because it also suits our ends, we accept. However, we'll determine your payment later. As far as I'm concerned, you've already agreed.

Tyler looks nervously between the two parties. He grows increasingly uncomfortable as Blood, Rayne, and Parker all wear eerily-ominiscient smiles, standing in silence for a few seconds. Tyler loudly clears his throat.

Tyler: Soooo-- so we're all in agreeance then? This is the beginning of a very brief, very temporary, but very beautiful relationship, right? Haha, up top! HIGH FIVES FOR UNITY!

Tyler raises his hand up toward Zachariah Blood, grinning broadly.

Shaking his head once, Zachariah actually meets Tyler up high...and proceeds to lock his fingers around those of Harrison and twist his arm down and under. While Tyler's eyes goes wide and dances up and down on his toes at the sudden pain, Zachariah yanks him in close to do his own whispering. Except this time, it's audible to the camera.

Zachariah Blood: Tyler?

Tyler: What?!

Zachariah Blood: Conversation's over. Say bye-bye and walk away.

Tyler: Okayokayokayokay, bye-bye! Uncle! UNCLE!

Aubrey rolls her eyes and pulls Tyler away. Blood roughly pulls his own hand away from Tyler's and Tyler whimpers again. Aubrey gives the members of the Unforgiven one final nod before "escorting" the sniffling Tyler down the hallway, where we fade to black.

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Adam Stenfelder: “On the way to the ring, accompanied by Jacinta Perez 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 Jacinta Perez & 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, as Adam Stenfelder steps up to Introduce Mannie's opponent(s).

Nailz: Mannie looking good here. He didn't quite have much luck getting into Test For The Best and the last chance battle royal wasn't any easier.

Beckett: You can say the same here for Knuc....I mean Reaver. I never know what to call this weirdo anymore. Next he'll be coming out like some luchadore or something.

Nailz: Regardless of what you call him, the internet spoke and DEMANDED this main event match to happen and Stefan Raab was more than happy to oblige.

Beckett: He's such a great guy isn't he? Listening to the fans and all.....

Nailz: I told you, stop sucking up to get a raise.

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

Nailz: It seems as though our “old friend” has been getting some positive feedback in recent weeks. He's starting to grow on the crowd I guess.

Beckett: Like a fungus! Can't we just get rid of him? I know STD's are hard to remove but jeez!

Reaver and Mannie stare at each other from across the ring. Usually Reaver would have charged at him by now but instead gets down to his knees as if to stalk him from a distance. Mannie just looks at him; shaking his head right before the two charge each other and lock up in the center. Mannie gets the advantage and takes a side headlock and squeezes hard. He smiles at the camera pleased with himself for taking the advantage only for Reaver to fall back aainst the ropes and pushes him off. Mannie bounces back from the adjacent ropes to come back and nail Reaver with a shoulder tackle sending him to the ground. Mannie mocks Reaver for a brief moment before picking him back up and whipping him off the ropes as well.

Mannie goes for an impact reverse elbow to the face of Reaver but he ducks. He returns and Mannie leap frogs over him, he bounces off again and Mannie leap frogs him a second time. Reaver comes back and Mannie tries for a third but Reaver puts on the breaks and as soon as mannie lands on his feet, Reaver pokes him in the eyes and cackles in laughter. The crowd chuckles as Mannie winces in pain. Reaver grabs Mannie for a suplex but Mannie lands a very stiff forearm to Reaver's face dazing him long enough for Mannie to land a series of rapid slaps followed up by a roundhouse kick sending Reaver to the ground. Jacinta and Alec clap to show their support for Mannie.

Beckett: CMON' MANNIE!! Send that laughing monkey back to the zoo!

Nailz: Mannie certainly has Reaver scouted. Even the dirty tactics he usually uses is well documented but Mannie is just too fast for Reaver's mind games.

The crowd boo's as Mannie tries to appeal to them. He turns around to see Reaver getting up slowly, holding his throat. Mannie comes over only for Reaver to dive himself to his own back and throws a cop to Mannies throat. Playing possum, Reaver laughs at Mannie who is holding his neck and manages to pick him up and lands a vicious t-bone suplex and goes for the pin.

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Reaver picks Mannie up and nails him with a few forearms shots to the face. He goes to whip him off the ropes but Mannie reverses it. Reaver bounces off the ropes but is met quickly as Mannie hits him with a devastating running drop kick that sends Reaver to the outside. The front row stand up and slap Reaver's back as Mannie runs off the ropes, springboards off the corner turnbuckles and lands on top of Reaver's shoulders; spins around and spikes him head first with a DDT! The crowd roars with “WHAT A MOVE!, WHAT A MOVE!”

Nailz: WHAT A MOVE BY MANNIE! Clearly showing why HE is main event material here tonight.

Beckett: Mannie is just TOO DAMN GOOD BABY!!

Nailz: Don't you ever get tired of kissing ass?

Beckett: NOPE!

Mannie quickly rolls Reaver back into the ring and makes the cover...


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Reaver manages to kick out leaving Mannie stunned. Reaver is slow to get to his feet but is picked up by a frustrated Mannie who was looking to finish this match early. He nails Reaver with a couple of european uppercuts and on the third, Reaver blocks it and nails him with an STO putting Mannie on his back and before he could react, Reaver slaps on his anaconda vice submission. Mannie quirms around frantically out of shock and manages to get his feet wrapped around the ropes before he went lights out.

Nailz: Out of nowhere, Reaver slaps Mannie into his knuckle lock, shades on Johnny Knuckles returning I guess. Completely took Mannie by surprise. I think he was expecting a hard fought test of wills and instead got a submission hold. He's realy stepping out of his comfort zone in order to hang with Mannie tonight.

Beckett: Small set back for The Main Attraction I'm sure. Good ring awareness since he was able to get to the ropes so quickly. Besides, Jacinta and Alec wont let Mannie tap out to Reaver.

Reaver lets go of the hold and both men start trading shot for shot as the crowd cheers along.

BOO!......YA!......BOO!......YA!......BOO!......YA!.....YA!...YA!....YA!

Reaver manages to get the upper hand and picks Mannie up and slams him down with a huge spinebuster. He stands high and sticks his thumb up and out to set up the samoan spike. Mannie, slowly makes his way to his feet. The crowd roars with excitement as Reaver goes for “Retribution” but as he swings, Mannie ducks under, runs off the ropes, does a handspring and manages to leap over Reaver and hits him hard with a reverse frankensteiner. The cowd “OHHs” as Mannie rolls Reaver over for the pin.


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Mannie can't believe it. He sits up in shock as he pounds the ground with his fist in frustration. Jacinta slaps the mat, yelling at Mannie as Alec paces back and forth nervously.

Beckett: NO! Mannie had that!

Nailz: Another high impact counter by Mannie but he still can't seem to put Reaver away. What does he have to do to finish Reaver off?

Beckett: Throw him a chew toy. I'm sure the “dog” of Foul Play would easily be distracted and walk out of this match.

Nailz: Really?

Beckett: Or maybe throw a ball into the crowd. That would work I'm sure!

Nailz: Oh shut up....

Mannie begins to stalk Reaver who seems to be very slow to his feet. Reaver uses the ropes to help himself up but before he could turn around, Mannie runs up and grabs the back of his head to hit The Fatal Attraction but Reaver holds onto the ropes and Mannie hits the ground alone. Soon as he gets back up, Reaver yells his battle cry of “HEE HAWW!!” and clocks Mannie in the back of the head with his famous Donkey Punch. The crowd erupts with excitement as Reaver falls to one knee as Mannie's entourage looks on in awe.




Wretches And Kings By Linkin Park plays over the sound system as Stefan comes out through the curtain. The crowd explodes with a sea of BOO's as Raab waves at the smiling and blowing kisses as he heads towards the ring.

Nailz: What is Stefan Raab doing down here? He doesn't belong in the main event.

Beckett: On the contrary, this is Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania! He can do whatever he wants.

The crowd continues to boo as Raab just keeps waving along by. Reaver, not paying attention, stalks Mannie and as soon as he gets up, nails him with the samoan spike. He tries to make a cover but the ref is too busy yelling at Stefan Raab to pay attention. Reaver heads over to the ref and tries to get his attention only for them to argue. Raab heads over to the time keepers table and grabs a mic. Reaver and the ref continue to argue only for Mannie to run up and slam Reaver to the mat from behind with The Fatal Attraction. He tries to cover but the ref is still too busy yelling at Stefan Raab to care. Mannie starts yelling out at Raab but continues to blow kisses at people and wave. He even manages to wave at Mannie who isn't too happy at the moment.

Raab: Hello good people!

The crowd boos as loud as they can, so loud that it's almost hard to hear Raab on the mic. Thank God!

Raab: It's nice to see you all here CHEERING for me and MY show! However this main event was missing something and even though I gave you people what you wanted, I couln't help but wanna' give you more. So I gave you all.....ME! NOW this main event can be fully complete! Why? Because an Asyum Main Event isn't a Main Event without Stefan Raab!

Nailz: Is he off his rocker? How many main events has he had since being here? One?

Beckett: Show some respect for the man in charge Nailz. I PERSONALLY would love to see more of him.

Nailz: You're still not getting a raise....

Raab climbs the steel steps and heads inside the ring. Mannie calms big Alec down and keeps him from interfering and starts arguing with the ref as the ref can't seemingly do anything about Raab since he hasn't touched anybody. Reaver manages to finally make his way back to his feet and wonders what's going on. Alec and Jacinta climb back down off the apron and await just in case.

Raab: Now I know you guys are pretty loyal to Asylum, and I respect that. Really I do. However NOBODY embodies Asylum, or APW for that matter, than Stefan Raab! And Asylum can't have a main event without me. You see, you can ask President Jeff, you can ask Reginald Schmidt, you can ask all the fans around the world. I AM Asylum! Just as I put them down on the biggest stages of APW pay per view, I would and WILL do the same to everybody that wants to question me and my decisions.

Reaver and Mannie stop and look at each other in confusion. They both point at Raab and seriously wonder about HIS level of mental sanity. They agree with something amongst each other and decide to grab Stefan Raab together. Raab drops the mic and tries to get away but can't. Reaver and Mannie try to decide who get's first dibs ass Raab pulls out a taser and swings it in Mannie's direction. It grazes him and Mannie let's go and jumps out of the ring, joining his entourage. He throws his hands up and says, “fuck this” him and his crew head for the back. Meanwhile, Raab swings over and catches the full force of the taser on Reaver. Unfortunately for Raab, Reaver has been tased a lot over the years and has very little effect. Reaver stops and smiles as he knocks the taser out of Raab's hand. Raab immediately kicks Reaver in the nuts which doubles him down to his knees. Raab then pulls out a bottle of something and a rag; proceeding to pour it onto the rag and covers Reaver's mouth with it. After a few moments of struggling, Reaver's body goes limp. Raab rolls him over to cover him and yells at the ref to make the count. The ref stands there shrugging his shoulders and counts: 1, 2, 3. Raab yells at the ref again to make the count. The ref looks at him oddly and just make the count over: 1, 2, 3. Raab yells at the ref some more and forces him to make the count a third time: 1, 2, 3! Stefan Raab gets up and celebrates in high fashion as if he just became World Heavyweight Champion. He throws his hands up and is running all around the ring.

Beckett: ETHER BUNNY!!

Nailz: This is disgusting! What the heck did I just watch?

Beckett: THIS IS GREAT! Stefan Raab just won the main event match of his own show. I love it!

Nailz: Are you seriously buying this garbage? He wasn't even scheduled for it. I knew Stefan Raab was low but this? How pathetic!

Beckett: I'm more interested in where he was able to hide those items. It doesn't look like he's wearing any pockets.

Stefan Raab continues to celebrate only to see Jason Kash come running out from the back, holding his ribs and limping; trying to comme to his tag team partner's aide. Raab manages to ditch the bottle and run out of the ring by the time Kash gets there. Raab continues to celebrate up the ramp as Kash checks on Reaver's limp body.

The crowd boos loudly as we fade in from black, revealing the pleased face of one Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin. He is whistling a gentle tune to himself, shaking his head with an amused look on his face as he watches the closing moments of the main event. Soon, there is a knock at the door. Still chuckling to himself, Terry leans back and closes his eyes.

Terry Marvin: Come in!

The door opens, and the camera, for a moment only focuses on Terry's calmed, relaxed expression. A pair of delicate, finely manicured female hands drift down onto his shoulders and Terry raises an eyebrow, though doesn't open his eyes.

Terry Marvin: That you, Aubs? Err-- a little touchy, for my taste, but I was just complaining to Maggie about how she should massage me more! Do you know how much stress that relieves? No wonder those guys make so much mon--

Her hands move past Terry's shoulders, up his chest, and tightly around his throat and jaw. Terry's eyes widen and Aubrey J. Parker leans down, finally popping into the frame.

AJP: ...remember... before I won... before I won Test for the Best... and before I changed everything... that I told you... the knife was gonna go in either my back, or yours?

Terry looks confused, and a bit angry, but doesn't respond-- not much beyond a grunt anyway. He tries to break free from Parker's grasp, but he grunts in pain as she squeezes his throat and forces him back against his seat.

AJP: It's gonna be yours. I swear on my life.

Terry pulls away from Aubrey, breaking her grip. The bottom of half of his face is beat-red. He glares at Parker and starts to speak-- but has to stop to cough, and hack, and catch his breath to regain composure. Aubrey steps over the sofa, and swiftly steps off of the cushion, and into Terry's arms, embracing him. Terry catches her in surprise, still coughing, trying his best to catch his breath again.

He stands, at first, timidly, and awkwardly, before lowering his hands to gently hug Aubrey J. Parker back. The audience boos loudly at the embrace while Terry continues to stand there, dozens of emotions seeming to cross his face before we fade away.

Nailz: What in the heck is going on between Terry Marvin and AJP!? I guess we'll have to wait until two weeks from tonight to find out! See you then!

Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania fades to black with the APW logo and copyright flashing in the bottom right hand corner of the screen.