IWC Asylum- Long Island, NY- Jan 16

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The webcast opens up with a veiw of the crowd chanting “IWC! IWC!” The referee and ring announcer Adam Stenfelder are both seen standing in the middle of the ring. The camera switches to a view of Russ T. Nailz and Steve Beckett at the announce table ringside.

Nailz: Welcome, everybody, to yet another episode of IWC Asylum! Two weeks ago we crowned our new IWC Tap Out Champion, with Madok Mortalis emerging victorious to claim the title!

Beckett: Madok won the belt by defeating Chris Cyrus in a one night tournament to decide the new champ, and while our last show focused predominantly on technical wrestling, our show tonight promises to get back to the Hardcore action IWC is known for as Rico Casteel defends the Suicidal Championship against “The Libertine” Delilah!

Nailz: Not to mention our main event, featuring IWC Insane Champion James Chambers going one-on-one with “The Madman” Ebon! That's going to be a wild one, for sure!

Beckett: But let's not forget that at the end of APW Overdrive, Level-One, Ryan Ruckus, and James Logan, The Free Agency, mouthed the letters I-W-C! Could they be here tonight, and if so, what do they plan to do?

Nailz: That remains to be seen. However, we do know that both Ebon and The Gambler are representing IWC in the Survive and Conquer match, so they may want to have eyes in the back of their heads tonight! For now, let's take it to the ring, where Adam Stenfelder is ready to make the introductions for our first match of the evening!

The camera switches to Stenfelder in the ring.

Stenfelder: The following contest is a Fatal Five-Way Match, where the first person to score a pinfall or submission will be declared the winner!

The fans pop at this announcement, and then “Breathe,” by Swollen Members, hits the speakers. This draws cheers from the fans as they expect the arrival of “The Amber Alert” Amber Stevens. Her music continues to play, but there's no sign of her at the entrance area!

Nailz: Where the heck is Amber Stevens!? It's not like her to leave her fans hanging!

The fans start to get antsy as her music keeps on playing. After a few moments, her music stops, and Reginald Schmidt's music hits instead.



The crowd boos as the General Manager makes his way to the ring with a slightly worried look on his face. He has a mic in hand, and once he enters the ring, he begins to speak.

Reginald: Ladies and gentlemen, we have experienced a small security issue that as a result of such, we must cancel tonight's opening bout.

This makes the fans very unhappy and they let Reginald know it by booing loudly.

Nailz: Could it be the Free Agency!?

Beckett: If it is, it's more than the small security issue this moron is claiming it to be!

Reginald: Let me be the first to assure you that the problem has been taken care of, and that it is not the Free Agency, who threatened our great company at the end of this week's APW Overdrive telecast! That being said, let's not allow this incident to ruin the fabulous night of action we have in store for you here tonight! Let's head immediately to our next match!

Reginald leaves the ring as “Lithium,” by Nirvana, hits the speakers, and Anthony James emerges from backstage! The fans cheer loudly for him as he heads to the ring, slapping fives with the fans.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 201 pounds, Anthony James!

Nailz: Anthony James has been looking to make a name for himself here in IWC, but seemingly hasn't been able to get off the ground, so to speak.

Beckett: That's just a nice way of saying he's a loser!

James slides into the ring, and awaits his opponent. The lights dim as the opening notes of Kenny Rogers' “The Gambler” begin playing. Spotlights show reflections of playing cards along the entrance. Gambler, wearing a jacket with an Ace of Hearts of Jack of Diamonds, takes his time strolling out to the ring, deck of cards between both hands. At random intervals, Gambler tosses a few cards at members of the audience.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 237 pounds, The Gambler!

Beckett: Now The Gambler, on the other hand, has found quite a bit of success here in IWC! Mark my words, it's only a matter of time before he tastes championship gold!

Nailz: I'd rather not have him as champ! I wouldn't put it past him to bet the belt in a game of craps or cards and lose it!

Beckett: The Gambler may press his luck, but he never loses!

When Gambler makes it to the ring, he slides under the bottom rope. Gambler goes to one knee while reaching into a jacket pocket, pulling out a pair of die. Gambler rolls the die on the mat, getting a "7" from the roll. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

The Gambler vs. Anthony James

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James rushes towards The Gambler, but the older competitor gives him a stiff kick to the gut, and pulls him in to deliver the Roll of the Dice! (Canadian Destroyer) The Gambler hooks both legs, 1
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Winner: The Gambler[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, The Gambler!

Nailz: And an emphatic victory for The Gambler here tonight! Anthony James didn't stand a chance!

Beckett: Of course he didn't! He learned first hand to not press his luck against The Gambler!

The Gambler's music begins to play again as the ref raises his arm in victory. He exits the ring, while the ref helps James back to his feet. IWC cuts to an internet ad.

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The scene opens up on backstage where Madok is sitting down with several pretty women. Five to be exact and they are loving every minute of being in the new IWC Tap Out Champions presence. For a moment all is well until a reporter walks in with a smile on his face. Madok glares at him from underneath the shades he is wearing and tells a hot red head next to him to hold his beer. She does so without question as Madok stands up and walks over to the man. The reporter keeps his smile even though he is beginning to think it was a huge mistake to come here. The reporter speaks up first trying to keep his composure as he does so.

Reporter: Hello there, Mr. Mortalis. Do you mind if talk to you about that title you won on the last Asylum?

Madok pauses to stroke his beard and then leans over to speak into the microphone.

Madok: Didn't I say to Mr. Schmidt...to not disturb me while I'm...

Madok looks back at the five ladies who wave at him and he waves back, before looking back at the man with a glare.

Madok: Having my Tap Out Celebration?

Reporter: Mr. Schmidt said you would love to talk about your new championship with everyone.

Madok: Well if that is what the fans want?

The fans are beginning to chant "Fuck Off" as Madok grins and then nods his head.

Madok: What do you and Mr. Schmidt want to talk about?

Reporter: Well he wanted to touch base on how it feels to be the first IWC Tap Out Champion...

Madok: You know what? Just give me the microphone and step back.

The reporter nods his head as Madok takes the microphone from him and begins to speak.

Madok: Hello out there all you fuckers, this is Madok Mortalis, The Cloud Chaser. Your first and best...Tap Out Champion. Man that has a nice ring to it doesn't it? Madok, the Tap Out Champion...ah...the sweet taste of bragging. Anyway, I would like to point out that first and foremost it was fun making Chris Cyrus my bitch in the finals...hell it was funny watching tap out to a basic submission maneuver...even more funny was that the other's also tapped out. Hell, I didn't think I was that good, but I guess I am! I guess it goes to show you that no one measures up to me...speaking of measuring up to me, thanks for the momentary save James...mind you I didn't need it, but thanks anyway. This doesn't mean I'm going to be joining your little gang, this doesn't mean I'm on your side because quite frankly...I'm afraid of large black people. They always seem to steal my shit and then punch me in the stomach. Namely my beer or money...but you're not like that...right?

Anyway...I'm champion now and you know what I guess I will take on all comers...sure why not? Its not going to hurt anything. After all...I am Madok and I am the fucking Cloud Chaser after all. Oh and btw, where are the Blackwells at now? Oh that's right, cleaning a gutter down on wall street or some shit like that. I mean could they have blown their opportunity to claim glory any more? Damian had the opportunity to take the title and Kristina had that same opportunity, but they let it slip, and in the end...well your's truly...clearly better than anyone in the Blackwell camp, became IWC Tap Out Champion. Oh and before I forget...fuck off.

The fans are chanting "Fuck Off" as well as Madok flicks the reporter off and then walks back to the five ladies who have been patiently waiting. The scene fades back to ringside as one of the ladies lifts up her top.

"Fuel" by Metallica hits the speakers. Branden Harvey dances through the curtain. He circles the ring, slapping hands with the fans on the way. Once he makes a complete circle around the ring, he gets in.

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, from Sacramento, California, weighing in at 140 pounds, “Supersonic” Branden Harvey!

The lights go down as "Superstar" begins playing over the PA System. A spotlight shines down at the entrance of the aisle, where Bobby Bodacious is kneeling while wearing a robe. The robe is sky blue with his name on it.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, from Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at 230 pounds, “Superstar” Bobby Bodacious!

Bodacious stands up completely after approximately 20 seconds. As Bodacious heads to the ring, he makes sure to completely snob the fans. Bodacious enters the ring, where he slowly takes his robe off, handing it off to an unknown employee at ringside. While handing off the robe, Bodacious makes sure to lecture the employee to be careful with the robe.

Nailz: This promises to be an exciting match up!

The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

”Supersonic” Branden Harvey vs. “Superstar” Bobby Bodacious

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The match starts out fast and furious, with both men trading punches and kicks with rapid fire succession that the fans have trouble keeping up with all the action! After a few minutes of back and forth, until Bodacious gets the advantage with a Rake to the Eyes! He then follows up with a Snap Suplex! With Harvey on the mat, Bodacious keeps the pressure, stomping him a few times before trying to apply an STF! Harvey wriggles out, rolls away from Bodacious, and pops up to his feet. Bodacious charges in, and Harvey catches him with a Dropkick to the face! From here, Harvey proceeds to employ a hit and run attack, catching “Superstar” off guard with his speed. A turning point in the match comes when Harvey mounts the top turnbuckle, and goes for the Caucasion Hangover! Bodacious rolls out of the way, and Harvey comes crashing down onto his bottom!

Nailz: High risk, not high reward for Harvey there!

Beckett: This could be the opening Bodacious has been looking for!

Bodacious gets to his feet and gives Harvey a stiff kick to the chest, and then pulls him up, hooking him in for a Double Underhook Suplex! Bodacious continues to wear Harvey down, and after beating him down for several minutes, he signals that this match is over. He gives Harvey a quick kick to the gut, and pulls him in, hooking him in position for the Bodacious Driver! Before he can pull off the move, though, Harvey wriggles his way out and does a Front Flip, catching Bodacious in the face with his feet! Harvey then gets up to his feet, and catches Bodacious with a Fame-Asser, and as Bodacious is laid out on the mat, Harvey pops up to the top rope and leaps off with the Sonic Boom (Pheonix 630), catching Bodacious in the small of the back! He then rolls Bodacious over, hooks both legs, and the ref counts it, 1
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Winner: “Supersonic” Branden Harvey[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, “Supersonic” Branden Harvey!

The fans go wild as “Fuel” hits the PA, and the ref raises Harvey's arm in victory! “Supersonic” Branden Harvey pops up onto the turnbuckle and raisies his arms excitedly.

Nailz: What a win for Branden Harvey here tonight! He was beating himself up all week, upset over his apparent lack of success here in IWC! But he was successful tonight!

Beckett: It was a fluke! It has to be!

Harvey exits the ring and slaps fives with the fans.

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DangerTainment led by their manager Christian Gallos walk down the backstage hallways. They pass several IWC superstars along the way, who grill them as if to say, you aren't welcome here. The group of misfits engage in small time chit chat amongst each-other.

Nate Bishop: Are you sure this is a good idea? It looks like they have this place on lock down...

Jason Kash leans over to Nate Bishop whispering under his breath as they pass several guards armed with bean bag guns.

Jason Kash: Man, don't tell me you've lost your touch. Think about the big picture. A new promotion. A new opportunity. Shit, I'll be damned if I don't play apart in all this paranoia and hysteria and a let a good opportunity to piss of a lot of people go to waste...

Nate Bishop acknowledges his stablemates point as he nods his head up and down. Though, he couldn't help but make his point of view known.

Nate Bishop: All I'm saying is that all this can't go over too well with Jeff, after what he did for us...

Johnny Knuckles steps out in-front of his stablemates as he puts his hands up in the air, just outside the exit door to the arena leading into the parking lot.

Knuckles: You both just remember that whatever happens, I'm the one that's going to be knee deep in shit, I'm the one that's planning to wrestle for the APW one day... but fuck it! I love a good challenge.

Knuckles grins as pushes the door open and enters the parking lot leading the group. They see the large gate errected for the sole purpose of keeping those who are unwanted, out. The chain linked fence is surrounded by several security guards.

Nate Bishop: So how are we going to do this?

Nate Bishop asks turning to manager, Christian Gallos who's on his celluar phone—dealing buisness right on the spot. He looks past his DangerTainment brethen and points beyond the chain linked fence, something has caught his eye...

Christian Gallos: That's a Rolls Royce Phantom...

Jason Kash not paying much attention simply chuckles.

Jason Kash: Don't you have one of those?

Christian Gallos never passing up on a chance to flaunt his riches, ignores the speeding vehicle he saw off in the distance as he pops his collar...

Christian Gallos: Well, actually I have TWO to be exact.... HOLY SHIT!

The Rolls Royce Phantom comes speeding towards the chain linked fence knocking over upon collision! Several memebers of the security team nearly get clipped by the speeding vehicle as many of them are forced to dive out the way to saftey. The driver of the car stomps on the breaks as smoke begins to emerge from the vehicles engine. The secuirty team quickly draw their non-lethal weapons and converge on the vechile.

Security: Put your hands up now! You have breeched restricted terrorrity!

Christain Gallos gives the thumbs up, as Knuckles marches over to the scene eager to whoop some ass as Jason Cash and Nate Bishop follow closely behind. Knuckles sneaks up behind one of the security guards and grabs him from behind in a choke hold using his free hand to grab the bean bag gun and fire of two precise shots to the head of unsuspecting, guards. This alerts the others but as they turn around they are aquinted with a solid right hand to the face as Jason Kash and Nate Bishop, take out two more guards. With two more guards standing both with their non-lethal weapons pointed at DangerTainment, it's clear that their rein of terror is over...

Suddenly, the car doors on each side of the vehicle is slammed open, clipping the security guards from behind and the unsuspecting guards quickly find themselves defenceless when they're unarmed and defenceless....

It's none other then the free agency.

Ryan Ruckus: Man, that really was rucking unnecessary! You should have took my recommendation and just walked it here. You can't drive for ruck-sakes and I could use the excersise. What? Don't you dare tell me you didn't gain a little extra weight over the holidays...

Level-One walks over to the front of the vehicle and admires the dent he put right in it's front bumper, as he does his best to fan away the smoke emerging from the exotic vehicle.

Level-One: Alright, maybe you have a point. Perhaps, this is was a little bit overboard.... or just really fucking badass. It's not like I have anything better to spend my money on, do I?

Level-One says looking at James Logan who's still seated in the backseat enjoying the comfortable interrior. James Logan slowly sticks his head out the window and responds calmly...

James Logan: Charity?

Level-One and Ryan Ruckus roll their eyes over as they turn their attention and notice DangerTainment standing inches away from them; staring at the opposing force. Level-One looks at the several other security guards laid out and notices he had no part in doing so. So, he takes a step forward and smiles.

Level-One: So, it looks like you guys stuck to your word and came through for us. I respect that. As far as I'm concerned, I believe that makes us official...

Level-One extends a hand. Christian Gallos looks back at Knuckles, Nate Bishop and Jason Kash who all give a nod, solidifying the deal.

Knuckles: Now that all that bullshit is sorted; let's go kick some fucking ass! Just like old times, boys! Woo-hoo!

The Free Agency alliance marched off scene ready to launch their full scale attack on the IWC, nobody was safe. James Logan emerged from the rolls royce seconds later realizing he had been left behind as he jogs off in attempt to catch up, with his newfound friends and allies...

The free agency now equipped with an extra arm in DangerTainment the alliance seemed to be complete with an iron fist. A grey cloud that loomed over the APW and IWC skies had only grown darker, thicker, as they expanded across the skies. With no sun in sight, the rein would soon begin...

IWC cuts back to the arena, where Iron Man by Black Sabbath hit’s the PA and the crowd quickly starts booing as Chris Cyrus walks out behind the curtain. Chris ignores the boo’s as he waves someone from the back to come out and the man who comes out with him is none other one of IWC’s newest misfits, Ebon.

Nailz: That ladies and gentlemen is Ebon. Last week he attacked IWC Insane Heavyweight Champion, James Chambers and the two are to fight later tonight

Beckett: And as we can see here, its clear that Chris Cyrus had something to do with it.

Chris and Ebon walk to the ring and both hop up to the ring apron and enter the ring. Ebon stands in the center of the ring as Chris jumps up to the second rope and does a pose for the fans who boo him some more. Chris hops down and calls for a mic and gets on.

Chris: Before I begin, I ask for everyone in this skummy looking building, here tonight, to shut their mouths and listen to what I have to say.

Chris generates extra heat as the fans won’t do what Chris says

Chris: Everyone probably thinks I’m coming out here to cry, bitch and moan about how I was screwed out of the Tap Out Title. Well, that’s not the case and I’ll tell you why. I didn’t come to IWC to win the Tap Out Title or even the Suicidal Title. If I wanted those belts, I would have won those belts. Madok Mortalis, he didn’t get lucky, and he wasn’t better than me. I simply, let him win. Do you think, Madok Mortalis has the ability to legitimately make me tap out. But I came to IWC for one reason and one reason only, and that’s to win the Insane Heavyweight Title.

The crowd boo’s and some jerk fan yells out “Who’s your boyfriend!” And the crowd laughs at him

Chris: Which brings me to this man in the ring with me. This man, is a Extreme Wrestling Corporation legend, and I’ve brought him into IWC to help me get what I want, and in return, I’m going to help him get what he wants. The IWC Insane Champion James Chambers. Last week, James came out to this ring and talked about how I beat him once, and he beat me once and we should have a rubber match to settle the score. And you know what, I like that idea, but I’ll let you know when the time is right Jimmy boy.

See, last week when Ebon attacked Jimmy, it was planned. Planned by me. After I lost at Massacre on 34th Street, I did some digging. I needed to take James out. I need to clear out any trash in my way so I can get that Insane Heavyweight Title. I used the Christmas Break to my advantage and then I found a man who doesn’t like James Chambers either.

Chris puts his hand on Ebon’s shoulder

Chris: And this match is going to help me get that title and I’m going to help him end James Chambers career.

Chris hands the microphone over to Ebon

Ebon: For years James Chambers was the EWC’s hottest rising star, till that is he got into the ring with me. You see I’ve already beat James Chambers once, and his EWC career faltered after that, and I count that as one of my greatest career accomplishments. I took the boss’s handpicked golden boy and ruined him. However when Chris Cyrus approached me and told me that James Chambers was the top dog in this shit hole promotion, I realized that I didn’t do the job fully the first time. I left James Chambers with a little bit of life, and he’s managed to become a champion for three hundred worthless New Yorkers. No, no wait you guys aren’t even worthy of being called New Yorkers. You’re just some scumbag Long Islanders.

The fans begin to throw beer cups and other debris into the ring and have worked themselves up into a frenzy.

Ebon: Tonight I take out your champion. Tonight I KNOCK JAMES CHAMBERS THE FUCK OUT…PERMANENTLY.


Ebon hands Chris back the microphone

Chris: And tonight James, If I we’re you, I’d be paranoid cause you just never know when and where, your career will be put to an end. Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

Iron Man by Black Sabbath hit’s the PA and Chris lowers the mic and begins to exit the ring before Ebon motions that he's not ready to leave the ring yet. Cyrus shrugs his shoulders a bit, and hands Ebon the mic. His music fades.

Ebon: Now Charlie tells me that the boys in the back are nervous that Level One and his Free Agents will show up on IWC and wreak a little havoc.

Crowd boos.

Ebon: Now I’m sure a few do gooders and white hats will come out here and either tell all you inbreds not to worry, or have you believe that they will stand up to Level One.

Crowd cheers.

Ebon: Well, I could give a shit if they came in here and burned this shit hole to the ground. I just have one thing to say to you Level One, go ahead and take out anyone you want, just stay out of my business and we won’t have any problems. Keep your hands off me and Chris Cyrus, and know that James Chambers is mine! As long as you don’t cross that line we’ll get along just fine.

The crowd boos and Charlie tugs on Ebon’s arm nervously and says something to him

Ebon: Oh yeah, and leave Charlie alone, he may just be a simple Long Islander, but he’s my simple Long Islander.

The crowd boos and Ebon points out into the crowd

Ebon: But any of these people, these people are all yours, the less of them the better as far as I am concerned.

Rise of the Fallen begins to play again as Cyrus and Ebon leave the ring and head to the back.

(The shot cuts backstage where we see the IWC Suicidal Champion "The Loose Cannon" Rico Casteel walking through the halls. He is dressed in his wrestling attire with his title around his waist and seems to be on a mission.)

"They want to come into my house and mess with my federation? They want to flex their muscles around me? To try and push ME around? They've got another thing coming if they think they can get away with that."

(He continues to walk, and as he passes connecting hallways, he looks down them quickly.)

"I may not be James Chambers, I may not be the main dog around here, but I am still a champion. I still live and breath IWC. And I'm not about to let the Free Agency walk through here like we owe them anything."

(He pauses as the hall ends and turns right.)

"If I find them, I'm going to make sure they realize that they aren't welcome. That they will never be welcome. Level One. Ryan Ruckus. James Logan. If you're listening, I'm going to find you. And I will make you pay."

(His voice echoes through the halls as he raises his voice on the last part. As he passes a half open doorway, he hears sound from inside and stops after just having passed it. He walks back and hesitates in front of the door for a moment before shoving the door open.)

"God damnit! How the hell did you get in here?"

(Inside the room we can see Mookie LaBraun sitting in a chair reading a newspaper...that he is holding upside down. He looks up and smiles.)

"A little herb goes a long way, big guy. Besides, I'm only here to make sure you didn't want to take my cousin on as a manager again. He is really hopin' ya will, y'know."

"I don't care about that right now. I've already told Caleb time after time that I don't need him, and now, I have far more important things going on than worrying about his half baked ass."

"But he is really wantin'..."

"I. Don't. Care. Tell him that. Then tell him that I wouldn't totally mind if he jumped off a bridge with a cinder block tied to his feet."

"Whoa man, that's just harsh. He ain't done nothin' to ya..."

"Fuck off, Mookie. I don't need your shit tonight."

(Rico slams the door closed and then continues his hunt as the scene fades to black.)

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The lights cut out to be replaced with a dim pink hue. As this happens, Blooded cuts in on the PA and the strong chords send the fans into a cacophony of noise, with both cheers and boos in the mix. The camera lingers upon the entrance for a moment before moving to the crowd and scanning it until she is found at the back, illuminated by a spotlight with her back to the camera.

The lights dim down as "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown begins to play. After a few moments the large and imposing figure of Rico Casteel makes his way out from the back. He pauses at the entrance and scans the crowd before smirking, cracking his neck, and making his way down to the ring. Ignoring all of the fans, he reaches the ring, grabs the middle rope and hauls himself onto the apron. He climbs through the ropes and paces around the ring.

IWC Suicidal Championship Match
"The Loose Cannon" Rico Casteel vs. "The Libertine" Delilah

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The bell rings, and Rico rushes right at Delilah. Delilah ducks Rico's attack and nails him with a boot to the gut. She then follows up with stiff kicks to the chest and head of Rico. She shots off into the ropes and nails him smack in the kisser with a dropkick!

Nailz: Delilah getting off to a good start here!

Delilah begins teeing away with forearm shots to the back of the head of Rico, who continues to make it to his feet despite her attack. He then forcefully shoves her away. Delilah flies across the ring and lands flat on her back, but quickly rolls over and to her feet and begins chipping away at Rico's knees with vicious low kicks. Rico's legs begin to buckle, dropping him to one knee. Delilah then runs and dropkicks him through the ropes and to the outside!

Beckett: Looks like Rico may have underestimated Delilah a little bit!

Delilah grabs hold of the top rope, and launches herself to the outside landing a perfect cross body plancha! Delilah grabs a table and slides it in the ring. She begins to set it up in the corner while Rico stirs outside. Once the table is set up, Delilah walks over to the other side of the ring. She pulls down on the top rope, and leaps over in hopes over another plancha, but is caught in mid-air by Rico and brutally powerslammed on the cement floor!

Nailz: I don't have a good feeling about what's about to happen to Delilah.

Delilah writhes in pain, while Rico begins fishing under the ring. His eyes widen with delight, and he slides a lead pipe from under the ring. Delilah sluggishly rises to her feet, but is cold cocked with the lead pipe! Her body falls limp to the cold cement floor once again. A twisted smile crosses Rico's face, and he begins measuring her once again. Somehow Delilah finds the strength to pull herself up on the steel steps. This plays directly into Rico's hands, as he bolts toward her and nearly breaks her in half by spearing her against the steel steps! The steps fly apart, and Delilah's broken body flops motionless on the floor.

Nailz: And this is why they call him the loose cannon.

Rico grabs Delilah and slides her under the bottom rope. Rico casually returns into the ring, pulls a groggy Delilah up by her hair, and lays waste to her with a Brutal Knockout punch!

Beckett: She's out! She's out cold!

Rico looks as if he's contemplating a pin, but then he looks at the table set up in the corner and smiles. He drags the table to the middle of the ring. He grabs Delilah once more, picks her up an and drives her through the table with a BEDLAM BUSTER!

Nailz: OH MY GOD!

The rest is academic, as Rico pins her, hooking the leg.

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3! DING! DING! DING!

Winner and STILL Suicidal Champion: Rico Casteel![/center]

Rico celebrates in the ring with his title as EMTS tend to Delilah.

[The scene opens with Jack Spade standing in front of "Supersonic" Branden Harvey. Spade has a microphone in his hand.]

Spade: I am here with "Supersonic" Branden Harvey. he asked for a chance to speek out. Mr. Harvey, what's on your mind?

Harvey: Did you see that? The Free Agency is here at the Asylum and it looks like they have a few new members. But they are here trying to invade IWC. I am here to say that they can't. If I am the only competitor to stand against them, I will. Because, Free Agency, this is IWC and I'm not going to let you destroy this company. So, after my match with Bobby Bodacious tonight I'm going to call you out to the ring where we can settle it. And I invite any member of the IWC roster doesn't want these invaders here to join me. I'm not going to stand for what they're doing to IWC and you shouldn't either.

[Suddenly, a foot comes out of nowhere and kicks Jack Spade in the face, knocking him out. It's Level One, backed up by Ryan Ruckus and James "Cypher" Logan.]

L1: You're not going to stand for it? What is the worst wrestler in the history of APW going to do? If you want to fight, why wait until after your match? We have our own plans for later in the show. How about we take you on right now?

[Harvey turns around and behind him stands Johnny Knuckles and Jason Kash.]

L1: Where do you think you're going? Do you think you can just call us out and run away? It's not going to happen. We're going to deal with this right now.

[Suddenly, L1 punches Harvey in the face and the Free Agency, except James Logan, is on Harvey like a pack of dogs, punching and stomping at him. After a few minutes of beatdown, they stop and allow Harvey to begin to get up, but Kash runs at him AND GIVES HIM THE UTI!!!!!!!

Johnny Knuckles picks Harvey up, lifts him onto his shoulders, AND HITS THE BROKEN PROMISE!!!!!!!

They wait for Harvey to get up gain AND RUCKUS HITS THE DIRCTOR'S CUT!!!!!!!!!

Finally, Level One lifts a near dead Branden Harvey up AND HITS THE LEVEL ADVANCE!!!!!!! Harvey is out on the floor.]

L1: This is a message to anyone that thinks they can stop us. We're free agents and that means we don't have to follow your rules.

[The scene fades.]

[reginald]

As the intro to "Rise of the Fallen" plays the crowd builds with anticipation, Ebon's arrival to the arena coincides with the first line of the song "Up from the ashes of despair and loss" and immediately begins to antagonize the crowd from the top of the ramp. The crowd boos even louder as Chris Cyrus emerges from the backstage area.

Stenfelder: The following contest is your IWC Asylum Main Event! Making his way to the ring first, accompanied by Chris Cyrus, from Miami, Florida, by way of Minsk, Belarus, weighing in at 240 pounds, “The Madman” Ebon!

Nailz: “The Madman” isn't just a moniker for Ebon! He's legitimately a maniac in that ring!

Beckett: James Chambers is in for the fight of his life tonight!

After he has the crowd in a frenzy he walks down the aisle and has the ring announcer open the ropes for him once in the ring he usually plays a trick on the announcer or referee such as crotching the announcer ass he held the ropes open or knocking the microphone out of his hand. He then climbs to the middle turnbuckle in each corner and chooses a fan to insult and continues to antagonize fans while Cyrus claps for him from the outside.

"On My Way To The Cage" starts up as an intense Chambers emerges from the back. He walks purposefully down the ramp, not taking his eyes off of his opponent.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, from Gadsen, Alabama, weighing in at 240 pounds, he is the IWC Insane Champion, “Judo Jimmy” James Chambers!

Nailz: Chambers and Ebon traded blows on our last show, and you can bet he's anxious to get his hands on Ebon here tonight!

Beckett: You make it sound like Chambers wants to go on a date with Ebon, you sick freak!

He removes his t-shirt, inserts his mouthpiece and slides under the bottom rope. He hands the belt to the ref, and before the ref even has a chance to call for the bell, Ebon and Chambers are right on eachother, trading haymakers!

Nailz: They're not even waiting for the bell!

The ref hands the belt to Stenfelder and calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

James Chambers vs. “The Madman” Ebon

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The two men continue to trade blows back and forth, pushing eachother around the ring! Eventually, Chambers backs Ebon up against the ropes, and “The Madman” responds with a stomp to the foot! This opens Chambers up for a European Uppercut from Ebon! Ebon then grabs a hold of Chambers by the ears, and tosses him over the top rope to the arena floor! Ebon follows him down, and he and Cyrus proceed to double team Chambers, stomping the living daylights out of the Insane Champion! The two men continue to wear Chambers down, double teaming him on the outside. Eventually, though, Ebon walks over to the time keeper's table, and shoves the Time Keeper off his chair, grabbing it and folding it up. Cyrus turns his back to Ebon, seemingly turning a blind eye to the hardcore action about to unfold. As Cyrus turns away, Ebon swings the chair down, but Chambers rolls out of the way! The chair hitting the concrete floor sends a stinging sensation through the hands of Ebon, and hes' forced to drop the chair! Chambers gets up to his feet and bounces Ebon's head off the apron before grabbing the chair himself and cracking Ebon with it right across the crown of the head! Chambers continues to beat down Ebon while Cyrus keeps his back turned, thinking that Ebon is punishing Chambers instead. After about half a dozen hits, Chambers turns his attention to Cyrus, blasting him across the back of the head with the steel chair, drawing loud cheers from the crowd!

Nailz: The fans loved that one, didn't they!

Beckett: Cyrus was just an inocent bystander! He wasn't even going after Jimmy!

Nailz: Bullcrap!

As Chambers turns his attention back to Ebon, “The Madman” kicks up with his foot to nail Chambers in the jollies! From here the two men proceed to brawl, ending up in the crowd and fighting their way throught the arena! Fans give Chambers and Ebon weapons, while the two men wildly go at it! After taking their lumps outside for the better part of 10 minutes, eventually, Chambers and Ebon fight their way back ringside. Once they reach the guard rail, Cyrus grabs a hold of James Chambers' arms from behind, allowing Ebon to pummel him mercilessly! Cyrus then drags Jimmy over the barrier, and Ebon perches atop the rail! He then directs Cyrus to pull Chambers up, which Cyrus does. He then pulls Chambers up to the top of the rail, while Cyrus helps out, but Ebon slips, crotching himself on rail! Jimmy then falls to the floor himself! Cyrus proceeds to buy Ebon some time, stomping Chambers. Cyrus then pulls Chambers up and rolls him into the ring. Cyrus slides in himself, and gives the champ the Straight to Hell! He then exits the ring and helps Ebon back in, rolling the Madman in. Ebon crawls over and places his arm over Jimmy's chest, 1
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Chambers kicks out! Cyrus can't believe it on the outside, and slides into the ring to argue with the ref! Some fans in the front row throw their beer bottles towards Cyrus, but they miss! One of the bottles lands near Chambers, but doesn't break. Ebon goes to bring Chambers back to his feet, but Chambers clocks Ebon with the beer bottle, breaking it over Ebon's head! Ebon stumbles right back into Cyrus, sending Cyrus falling through the ropes to the floor! Chambers then steps in quick and shoots Ebon towards the ropes, catching him with The Beast Season on the rebound! He goes for the cover, 1
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Winner: James Chambers[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, James Chambers!

Cyrus pulls Ebon from out of the ring, and the two of them hurry up the aisle to the backstage area.

Nailz: James Chambers showed right there why he is IWC Insane Champion, taking all "The Madman" Ebon had to give him, and emerging victorious!

Beckett: Ebon's loss doesn't come from a lack of effort on Chris Cyrus' part, that's for sure!

A mixture of cheers and laughter come from the crowd as James removes the bottles and tosses them.

James: Seriously, all theatrics aside, It's getting harder, week in week out for me to restrain myself. Every time i come to this place i just want to throw all caution to the wind, run to the back, and grab that weasel Chris Cyrus by his neck, and beat his ass all over the arena.

James pauses.

James: I know what i said last week, about giving you some time to make up your mind, but you know what? Fuck that! I want an answer next week, because i don't think my self control will hold up anymore. You think by throwing Ebon in my way that you wouldn't have to worry about me anymore, did you? No, all you were doing was delaying the inevitable. You fear me Chris Cyrus, because i have the power to destroy everything you stand for. I can, and i will put an end to all this "Anti-hardcore" nonsense and that's what keeps you up at night. You're a fucking fool if you think that we don't know that this is all you have.

James glares into the camera.

James: You're at a crossroads in your career, and if you don't make this one count, that's pretty much it for you, isn't it, Chris? No more back to the drawing board. Well, you better dust off that box of referee shirts, because that's the only option you're going to have IF your body is still intact after our match. There are two kinds of people in this world. Those who do what they can, and those who do what they want. Unfortunately, you've been doing what you can for years. That's been the story of your career. Me on the other hand? I do what i want. I wanted the IWC Insane Championship, and i stepped up and took it. I wanted to come out here tonight and beat Ebon from pillar to post, and i did. And you know what i want now, Chris? I want to end your career. I want to destroy you and everything you stand for. And given my history if getting what i want, i'd say the prognosis is pretty grim for you my friend.

James then holds up the IWC Insane Championship high over his head with his free arm.

James: You want this? You know where to find me. Any time, any place and i'll be there to knock your ass out and pin your shoulders to the mat, 1,2,3! With that said, i'll be expecting my answer on the next Asylum. And don't make me come looking for you.

"On My Way To The Cage" hits as James climbs through the second rope and begins heading to the back.

Nailz: Well, for all their posturing, I'm sure surprised the Free Agency didn't come out and ruin the show tonight!

Beckett: I guess they're all talk and no action!

Nailz: With all that said and done; that's all for IWC Asylum!

...seconds before the web cast comes to a close, Put you on game by Lupe Fiasco blasts the stereo has Level-One comes marching out from behind the curtain and onto the ramp.

Level-One: Wait second! Goddamn it this show is NOT over until the fat lady sings and the last time I checked, Micheal Lively and his mother hit the road a long time ago, folks. So get those fat bum cheeks warm and ready, you pigs because you're in for one hell of a night!

Beckett: What the hell is idiot talking about!? The show is over!

The IWC crowds starts a ''fuck you chant'' as the free agency steps out beside the curtain in large numbers having absorbed DangertTainment earlier in the night. James Logan, Ryan Ruckus, Nate Bishop, Jason Kash and Knuckles are all equipped with weapons to ensure their next phase goes uninterrupted. Amongst the weapons, brass knuckles, steel chairs, kendo sticks and a barbed wire baseball bat. Level-One mockingly grips a Singapore in one hand raising it in the air as the free agency begins to march down the ramp and towards the ring, hassling the fans along the way.

Level-One: You are going to carry this over your little web cast whether you like it or not, folks. You really thought you could keep us out, old man Reginald? You really thought our work was done simply by infiltrating this shit hole? Our work wasn't even half done at that point! It's unfortunate, you spent more money on security and less on a respectable camera team that could document everything we've done tonight but don't worry, because my friend Ryan Ruckus here has documented it all...

The free agency climbs into the ring, as Ryan Ruckus mockingly begins to shoot the crowd with a camcorder. Level-One hands the microphone off to Jason Kash who takes the wheel.

Jason Kash: And I'm sure everyone here is going to appreciate our work. While I respect President Jeff for giving me a platform to preform even he would be ashamed and disappointed if we just sat back and played it safe and failed to bring in the ratings. And well... caused a little mayhem along the way, as well...

Jason Kash smiles as he looks up at the extreme-tron. It shows the free agency alliance seconds after they initially walked off scene earlier in the night. It shows Jason Kash bashing out a side window to a random car in the parking lot. Knuckles has jumped onto the hood and begins to smash out the windshield window with his foot as he looks to be enjoying it the most. Ryan Ruckus, Level-One, Nate Bishop urge on James Logan to assist them as they crouch down low and flip a car over onto it side and then onto it's back! Level-One and Ryan Ruckus high five each-other, as they watch Jason Kash and Knuckles dismantle the car across the lot, highly impressed.

Ryan Ruckus: So, which car did you say what's Reginald's again?

Level-One turns around and points off in the opposite direction at a car lit on fire.

Level-One: That one.

The video ends with Ryan Ruckus cracking up, as he takes the microphone from Jason Kash.

Ryan Ruckus: How about that Branden Harvey attack? I'm sure he rucking wishes he never turned his back on us last week! I don't know what you people are thinking. L1 & R2 is a trigger combination is a dream team in itself and now we're backed up by the likes of James Logan and DangerTainment to boot? Ruck-sakes!

Ryan Ruckus tosses the microphone to Nate Bishop...

Nate Bishop: I just want to show my loyalty to you all by announcing right here and now that I am personally, withdrawing from the survive and conquer match. Face it, like tonight—you guys could use someone on the outside watching in. I have your guys back...

Jason Kash pats Nate Bishop on the back. It was hard to believe his respect for his stablemate could grow but it did. Nate Bishop hands the microphone over to Knuckles who holds his head up, humbly.

Knuckles: We all respect that, Nate. However, let's not forget how many people we've fucked up, tonight! I mean, we had those suckers dropping like a bunch of filthy flies... roll the footage morons!

Jason Royce is standing in this locker room removing the tapes from his fist after a less then a spectacular performance. He walks over to a mirror as he begins to plan out the answers to his next backstage interview...

Jason Royce: Chris fuckin' Cyrus...

Before he can finish it a steel chair is rammed into the back of his skull by Ryan Ruckus which sends Jason Royce to his knees. Knuckles grabs Jason Royce by his hair and slams him face first into the mirror sending it shattering into hundreds of pieces. The shards of glass cutting his face upon contact. Knuckles gives props to Ryan Ruckus as they merely walk out of the locker room, leaving Jason Royce unconscious suffering from deep cuts...

The next scene has Level-One and James Logan on scene in a boiler room. James Logan has been given the task to lure the target inside of the boiler room allowing for the attack to go undetected by any other IWC superstars, roaming the hall. Just outside the boiler room where James Logan has been posted, Damian Dimitri runs chest first into the young new comer.

Damian Dimitri: Get out of my way, you little punk...

Damian shoves James Logan. Big mistake. James Logan responds by returning the favour this time with rage and angst translated into force. James Logan shoves Damian Dimitri half way across the hall sending Damian directly into the boiler room door. The door flies open and Damian Dimitri now finds himself in the presence of Level-One standing over him brandishing a Singapore cane...

Level-One: Does this look familiar?

Level-One doesn't give Damian a chance to respond as he lifts the Singapore cane and drives it down where the sun doesn't shine. Damian Dimitri let's out a desperate howl that could be echoed for miles, before being beat senseless with the Singapore cane...

The final scene see's Jason Kash and Nate Bishop, with Ryan Ruckus documenting it close behind with a camcorder. Jason Kash and Nate Bishop sneak to the door of the women's locker room as Jason Kash slowly cracks the door open...

Nate Bishop: Are you sure this isn't going to get us arrested?

Jason Kash hushes Nate Bishop, as they slip inside the women's locker room. On the door, it says reserved for ''Amber Stevens'' ''Kristina Blackwell'' and ''Isabella Pazzini''; the women are apparently occupying the showers as Jason Kash turns on several of the sinks taps, following my laughter from Ryan Ruckus...

''WHAT THE FUCK!?''

''AHHHHHHHHHH''

''OWWWWWWWWW'''

Jason Kash and Nate Bishop quickly exit the women's locker room as Ryan Ruckus holds the camera in the showers direction hoping to catch a sneak peak...

Ryan Ruckus: Ruck, ruck, ruck...

... and just before he does, Jason Kash grabs him by the neck of his shirt and pulls him from the scene...

The crowd boos the free agency's various attacks and disrespect for the IWC female competitors. Level-One once again has taken the microphone as he leans against the ropes, casually.

Level-One: Those five were involved in absolute failure of an opening match and needed to be taught a lesson. If anything, you all should be cheering the free agency. I'm sure that each one of them will come back and put on a better performance on for you all before they find themselves unemployed! The fact is, the free agency came to IWC to teach you all a lesson and give you all something to look forward too...

Ryan Ruckus wraps an arm around Level-One's neck as he leans towards the microphone.

Ryan Ruckus: Don't forget about the rucking, Blackwell academy!

Level-One: How could I?

They free agency watches the last bit of footage play out on the extreme-tron. The footage was taken hours before the IWC web cast just outside of the Blackwell Academy. The large sign had been spray painted over and renamed ''the free agency'' academy, founded in 2011. Located at the rear of a building, a Trevor Blackwell shrine stood erected. The footage shows Level-One throwing a make shift rope over the head of the statue...

The free agency grabs the rope as Level-One initiates a countdown...

1...
2...
3!

The free agency tugs on the rope as the head of Trevor Blackwell's shrine is ripped off. The head falls off to the ground as the free agency begins to celebrate in the back lot. The footage fades out and we find ourselves back inside of the ring...

Level-One: Trevor Blackwell vowed to never, ever—have me hear in this ring and on this stage... but the fact much like Trevor Blackwell; nobody can stop me. Nobody can stop the Free Agency! Well, that is... unless you can meet our demands? What those demands are? We don't know. We just take whatever you think we deserve and if you give us nothing, we'll take whatever we can get our hands onto. And today? It was the IWC; but tomorrow? It could be YOU! That's all we have to say...

Level-One hands the microphone of to James Logan, who bows in-front of the IWC crowd.

James Logan: Thank you.

Put you on game by Lupe Fiasco attacks the PA system as the crowd begins to throw beer, garbage and anything that isn't clued to the ground inside the ring. The free agency, DangerTainment alliance soaks up the heat. They raise each-others hands standing squarely in the middle of the ring, as Reginald Schmidt's music hits the PA!



The fans cheer as Reginald Schmidt enters the aisle way with James Chambers, "Supersonic" Branden Harvey, Rico Casteel, Anthony James, and Madok Mortalis all with him!

Reginald: Stop it right there, misters! All of you are in deep trouble for all the mayhem you caused here tonight, and I'm not going to stand for it one bit! And neither are my friends here!

The IWC Misfits behind Reginald all give him a "what the heck" kind of stare as he continues to speak.

Reginald: So I'm only going to ask you once, leave our ring, now!

Level-One: Make us!

Reginald: Okay, maybe I will! Come on boys!

Reginald and the IWC Misfits start to make their way down to the ring, while The Free Agency and Dangertainment get in ready stances in the ring. Once the IWC contingent gets in the ring, Reginald foolishly goes straight for Level-One and gets cold cocked for his troubles! However, the rest of the IWC guys begin to brawl with the dangerous alliance already in the ring while the fans cheer loudly for IWC!

Nailz: Pandemonium has broken out here in the IWC arena! That's all the time we have for this webcast, we'll see you next time!

IWC Asylum fades to black with the fight in the ring still going on!