APW Asylum 2/12 San Antonio, Texas

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“Bad Karma” by Ida Marie hits the sound system as we start our planned Asylum programming. Pyrotechnics shoot off all around the stage as the crowd go wild, absolutely amped up for a stacked card live from the AT&T Centre in San Antonio, Texas. The Lone Star state is fired up for some intense in-ring action as the pyro dies down around the psych ward stage.

Nailz: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another edition of Action Packed Wrestling, coming to you live from AT&T centre in San Antonio, Texas and boy do we have an exciting show lined up for you after a star-studded, epic night at Survive and Conquer just two weeks ago!

Beckett: Ain't that the truth? We've got no less than ten action packed matches here in The Asylum including Tap Out Challenges galore, a Four-Way Elimination match with fresh new talent just signed on the roster, “Dangerous” Dan Bocher in action against Farquhar and of course, an incredible main event with the winner of Survive and Conquer taking on our own brand new world heavyweight champion, Jason Kash. Can it get any more intense than that?

Nailz: And plus, we have I-

Nailz suddenly stops speaking when music from the sound system bursts to life. The song played is “Losing Your Mind” by Pride and Glory and it heralds the arrival of none other than our brand new Suicidal Champion, “The American Hero” Michael Callahan who looks especially smug as he strolls out of the curtain wearing his finely tailored three piece suit, pearly whites shining and a little glimmer on his lapel with an American badge pinned to it. The crowd know instantly to rain down the hatred, a chorus of booing accompanying Zakk Wylde's lyrics to his theme song as he smirks and swaggers his way down, title slung over shoulders oh so casually as if to elevate his status.

It's important to note he's not just holding the Suicidal Championship though. Cradled in his other arm is a sledgehammer, quite possibly the only time we'll ever see Callahan holding something that's traditionally used exclusively as a weapon.

Nailz: And there's a man that'll be competing tonight. A real snake in the grass Michael Callahan. “Here Yesterday, Champion Today” is little the briefest way I can describe him without being rude. But if I lose my restraint I find Callahan to be a total jerk. He's yuppie scum, a real artefact of “Generation Me” in the modern day and he was lucky to come away with that title.

Beckett: Now play fair Nailz, sure, he's a brash, rude, ignorant and a Republican but he's also incredibly smart to pull off the win he did last night getting that last fall with literally six seconds left on the Scramble clock. And he put up a hell of a fight, he deserves that title.

Nailz: Maybe, but all I know is that his ego was bad enough and now that he's a champion after one match all I know is that it's gonna' be a LOT worse.

Callahan having dusted his fine leather shoes off on the ring apron climbs into the ring. He takes a microphone offered to him by a ring announcer and stands central before the crowd ready to address his constituents. The first thing he does is take his title and start stroking it and cradling it with a fatherly affection, holding it close to the side of his head as if it were a pillow causing the crowd to quieten down.

Michael Callahan: Yes... That's right, Asylum... shhhh... daddy is home... Yeah... I had a long drive to get here... but I made it... and I got a little somethin'... for me...

And with that he thrusts the title high up in the air, proud of it as he would his red white and blue American flag to a chorus of booing from the fans. The reaction provokes a smug grin on Callahan's face who lingers in the moment before lowering his title down again, the satisfaction of riling up the fans apparent with every twitch of his lips.

Michael Callahan: Yes that IS right my loyal constituents. Most politicians get a bad rap from the public for being self-involved liars who don't represent their electorate but lo and behold, I, The American Hero Michael Callahan am the exception. I made a promise to you people that I would become your new Suicidal Champion and glory days, just as the masses wanted I came out alive, kicking and screaming as your new Suicidal Champion!

Nailz:You got that right, screaming is definitely the keyword. He was getting absolutely brutalised by Odin Balfore, a man who had dominated the competition for the large majority of the twenty minute Scramble match but a well timed distraction by Phil Atken allowed Callahan to come away with that gold.

Michael Callahan: And y'see, that was not the only promise I made. I promised that as your duly elected wrestling representative I would bring in a new era of change here in Action Packed Wrestling. I promised an end to this abomination of a title and that the end of glorified Suicide was over and so with the help of my trusty friend here I want you to join me in celebration as I “ring in” the new era that encourages respect, morality, tradition and a respect for human life.

Callahan squats down slowly, laying the title flat out on the floor as the crowd immediately start getting very wound up by the provocative Republican. Smirking, he takes the sledgehammer in both hands and places the tip of the head on the centreplate of the old Suicidal Champion lining up his shot. He then pauses, spreads his legs a little and takes a power stance before raising the hammer up over his head ready for a full arc overhead swing with all the power he can muster.

Michael Callahan: Good night sweet prince!

And then he starts to swing only to be cut off by the sound of “Never Gonna Give You Up/Smells Like Teen Spirit” blaring over the speakers, the crowd extremely happy with the distraction as Callahan stops in his tracks. A disappointed looking Reginald Schmidt appears, tapping his watch as if to say “It's not time yet” as he clutches a microphone.

Reginald Schmidt: Stop there, mister! I'm afraid I can't let you do what you're about to do.

Instant mark out. Callahan however is confused.

Michael Callahan: Why, what will you do if I do it? I'm doing God's work here.

Reginald Schmidt: Well I can suspend you...

The crowd start whooping.

Reginald Schmidt: Or I can sue the pants off of you, not that I would want to see you without pants, although my wife probably would, but you know what I mean!

Even bigger cheer this time, everyone knows Callahan loves his money for sure and Callahan can be seen stomach churning as Schmidt says it.

Reginald Schmidt: Or I can straight up terminate your rear end, mister, if you damage APW property on grounds of, well, vandalising company property.

Michael Callahan: On what grounds? I won this title fair and square. I own this title. I read the contracts for the title match through. I am WELL within my right to do as I please to this title and am more than able to instate a new one.

Reginald Schmidt: You're right, that title does belong to you. The APW property I was referring to was the sledgehammer, or of course, the ring if you miss.

Nailz: Wow, Reggie's actually showing a sense of humor tonight! And some semblance of competance!

Beckett: That's got to be the first time Reginald Schmidt hasn't been the butt of a joke.

The crowd laugh that up a little, but Callahan isn't impressed.

Michael Callahan: Is that all you have, Schmidt? Or can I get back to destroying this worthless title?

Reginald Schmidt: No. Because y'see, you are right that the title is your property and that you are to do with it as you will. However you do NOT have the power to instate a replacement title once you've destroyed it.

Michael Callahan: I will drop a tonnes worth of litigation on you if you try and pull that off. You can't prevent me from renaming or “remodelling” MY Suicidal Championship as I see fit.

Reginald Schmidt:[/B] But that is as good as instating a new title. We both have fairly good legal footing here and we can argue about this for hours but for now, you should focus less on trying to “usher in a new era” and defend the one you've already got. That Suicidal Championship is on the line tonight, are you aware of this or are you too conceited to check the card?[/color]

Michael Callahan: I know exactly what I am dealing tonight. I am going on to defeat the man that I bested in my first ever match despite his repeated pummelling of me. Only this time? This time it's going to be different. This time I am going to dominate and this time I am going to choke that poor, poor Scandi unconscious and send him back to Europe where he belongs. But you'd better think of a way to settle this issue Schmidt because you CAN NOT hold back my right to the Pro Life era. You are murdering my movement. Just like what this show is doing to wrestling. If you don't find a way to settle this then I am taking this to court.

Megaheat. Someone throws a cup of soda into the ring which narrowly misses Callahan.

Reginald Schmidt: Fine. You just make sure you still have that title after tonight to be able to preach the Pro Life era.

And with that, “Losing Your Mind” hits again as Callahan scoops up his belt and slings it overshoulder again as he makes his exit to go prepare for Odin Balfore.

The scene shifts to the backstage area where APW interviewer Hannah Storm is standing beside mega star Anthony Bailey as he does last minute preparations for his match.

Hannah Storm: Anthony, a few of my sources have indicated that within the past few days Reverend Al Sharpton and the NAACP contacted you and encouraged you to take some sort of action against Dan Quinn for his repulsive remarks toward the African American community.

Anthony Bailey: Yes, your sources are correct. They did reach out to me this past week via social media. Now do not get me wrong, I love what Reverend Sharpton and the NAACP do and what they stand for, but I gracefully declined their offer.

Hannah Storm: Why is that? Wouldn't you like to see some sort of justice served to Mr. Quinn?

Anthony Bailey: It's about to be served right at this moment when I go out there and defeat him.

Hannah Storm: What makes you so sure that you will win?

Anthony Bailey: Confidence...confidence in my abilities and in my hunger. I want this Tap Out Title more than anyone in this entire tournament so my mode of operation is tunnel vision. No racist remarks or slander can derail me from my ultimate goal. Dan Quinn is simply an impediment on my road to glory. To get all bent out of shape over something like this would be foolish of me. Now if you'd excuse me, I have a match to go win...

Hannah Storm: Thank you Anthony.

APW Asylum fades to a commercial break.

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

Stenfelder: Introducing first, from Tampa Bay, Florida, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds... he is “The Promise” Anthony Bailey!

Dan walks onto the stage entrance to "Kashmir" with a scornful look on his face, he stares at the audience like scum and then stares directly into the ring (if someone is already in the ring he'll point to his eyes and then to his opponent). He walks with purpose to the ring, simply rolling under the bottom rope when he gets there. He stands tall in the centre and flips off the crowd.

Stenfelder: And from London, England, weighing in at two hundred and sixty bounds, he is “The British Brawler” Dannnnn Quinn!

Nailz: This is a tap out challenge between two tough as nails competitors, both of whom want to prove a point as we head towards Rasslemania, that they are worthy of holding the Tap Out Title. However if you've followed the heated war of words that's taken place between these two men this last week you'll see it's not just about that title, it's about pride, national and even racial identity. Things couldn't be more personal.

And with that the referee signals for the bell. The Tap Out Challenge is underway as the two men square off ready.

Tap Out Challenge Match
Anthony “The Promise” Bailey VS “The British Brawler” Dan Quinn

Dan Quinn comes out swinging with the exact behaviour that you wouldn't expect from a man gunning for a submission based championship. Quinn intends to “pound” his opponent into submission with a variety of brutal strikes. He then takes him down with a big boot and the majority of the early goings of the match is spent with Quinn hammering away at “The Promise”. However Bailey explodes back with some strong high flying including a spring crossbody counter that puts the bigger Quinn out of it for the time being.

Beckett: And in this opening contest you can see that these two men could not be any further different from another. Quinn with his harsh ground and pound game and Bailey with his “Can't be Contained” high-flying skills.

Nailz: The question is, in the battle of irresistible force and the immovable object, someone has to crack first. Who will it be?

And the answer seems to be Bailey as a Moonsault Leg Drop attempt is completely missed by the savvy Quinn who rolls out the way leading to Bailey landing badly no his leg. Quinn is on the injury like a piranha and starts attacking it with violent leg stomps before slapping on his trademark ”Struggling Runt”. Bailey is close to the ropes, close enough that if he can shimmy forward a touch he'll be able to grab the rope. However Quinn starts pulling him back. Bailey quickly counters though, throwing himself back at Quinn with all his weight to send him staggering off. Bailey then catches an angry running Quinn with a Drop Toe Hold. He quickly bounds to his feet only to get caught by a flying Bailey with a Word of Promise but once he successfully hits that skull rattling DDT he scissors his legs around the waist of Quinn and locks in a Dragonsleeper. Quinn has no choice but to tap out. Game, set and match.

Winner: Anthony “The Promise” Bailey

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, Anthony “The Promise” Baileyyyyy!

Hometown Hero hits again and Bailey starts celebrating as Quinn rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope, clutching his aching skull.

Nailz: And there it is, Anthony Bailey showing all of his fans why he's “The Promise!” They put their faith in him and once again he proves to them why he's the man to beat!

Beckett: You're damn skippy. I have high hopes of seeing Bailey come out of the final with that title in his hands!

Asylum cuts to a commercial break with Bailey continuing to celebrate in the ring.

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Nailz: Well folks, up next we have the continuation of our Tap Out series as Mr. Bacon himself, Jason Andrews takes out the sexy but deadly Rhonda Vixen.

Beckett: This is a big match for the Baconman and Vixen, both of them are coming here tonight without a win under their belts so far in this Tap Out Series. This is their chance to get some points on the board.

The lights go out and the lights start flickering and the opening lyrics to Welcome to the Jungle blare through out the PA system and you see a series of fireworks going around the titantron. Out comes Jason Andrews going down the ring slapping the hands to the fans and handing out strips of bacon to the kids

Stenfelder: The following contest is a Tap Out Challenge Series match and is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Hollywood... Jason! Bacon! Andrewwwwws!

Beckett: Gotta hope we have no muslim fans in the audience tonight as Jason Andrews begins his bacon party.

The crowd is on their feet as Rhonda Vixen is on the top ramp wearing a long black trench coat with a pair of black shades on her face. She plays to the crowd as she walked down the ramp.

Beckett: And here comes the token female of the competition.

Nailz: I think she offers and lot more than that. She's got them ring smarts.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, she hails from Parts Unknown, she is Sexy Rhonnnnnnda Viiiiiixennnnn!

She slide under the bottom rope as she move her head to the beat of the song. She throws a finger into the air as she smile to the crowd. She jump down off the corner turnbuckle and take off the trench coat along with her shades as she hand them over to the ring person outside. She starts to test the ropes and get ready for the match.

Rhonda Vixen vs. Jason “Bacon” Andrews

Bacon begins the match a little unsure of what to do, fully aware of his size and height advantage but before he can formulate a plan, Vixen jumps up and drops him down with a hurricanrana. Vixen keeps up the attack by trapping Bacon's shoulders, using all her might to punch Bacon repeatedly in the face. She gets back up off Bacon and begins a flurry of kicks at the downed Bacon. Rhonda continues the barrage of kicks for a few moments but eventually Bacon manages to grab hold of her leg, taking her down with a dragon whip.

Nailz: Smart thinking by Rhonda there, she knew she was out-matched and went aggressive from the outset.

Beckett: Sadly it didn't last too long as Mr. Bacon has taken her down to funky town.

Bacon continues to stay on the attack, spending minute after minute with attacks purely based around Vixen's knee/leg area. He begins to lock Vixen in a leg bar but locks it in too close to the ropes and Vixen manages to break free. He keeps the hold locked in as tight as he can until the count of four. As the referee pulls Bacon away from Vixen, Vixen hobbles back up to her feet. Vixen hops over to Bacon and tries to kick him in the temple. Bacon manages to duck Vixen, sweep her legs and lock in a modified version of the STF.

Nailz: You have to admire Andrews' lightening quick reaction right there.

Beckett: That could be the match ender.

Vixen struggles to get to the ropes but eventually sees no way out and begins to tap.

Winner: Jason “Bacon” Andrews.

Beckett: And it was!

Bacon allows the referee to throw his arm up in victory as he tosses bacon into the crowd.

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, JASON! BACON! ANDREWWWS!

Nailz: Bacon getting some points on the board with that victory. We'll see where that leads in two weeks.

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“Heavyweight Champion of the World” plays and there is a decent crowd reaction as the self-proclaimed Voice of APW Phil Atken steps through the curtain. He goes through his own particular routines and makes his way to the ring, where we get a glimpse of a table on which various articles are set-up. They include some cups, a tea pot, a jug of milk and some spoons.

Nailz: The voice of APW has something he wants to get off his chest.

Beckett: I’m wondering what on earth this set-up in the ring is about.

Atken is armed with a mic and raises it to his lips.

Atken: You know, fine folks of the APW audience, I may have been championing a serious cause recently but there's always room for a little fun. You see, I had a little bet with Mr. Julius Farquhar and well unfortunately for the man he lost. Turns out an Englishman could never win Survive and Conquer.

Beckett: At least he tried!

Atken: So today, live here on the tellybox on the esteemed Food Network, Mr. Farquhar is going to drink tea the proper way, the scientifically proven way, the communist Tony Benn lovin' way of tea. Ladies and gentlemen, Julius Farquhar is going to drink tea as god himself intended, milk in first. So without further ado or adon't, I present to you.... JULIUSSSSS FARQUHARRRR!

Nailz: This may be the most pointless thing in Asylum history.

“Land of Hope & Glory” plays and ‘Quintessentially English’ Julius Farquhar walks out with a scowl on his face that would turn milk sour; he is accompanied by Manservant. Farquhar makes his way to the ring, grabs a mic and speaks.

Julius: Just because you have a big mouth Atken it doesn’t mean you have any authority to starting calling me out!

Atken pulls a sarcastic face, a kind of mock shock at Julius’ outburst.

Julius: I can see you are very pleased with yourself for arranging this whole thing *gesturing the set-up in the ring* but I can assure you I will have no part of it. I don’t know who you think you are trying to embarrass me on the night I officially make my in-ring debut on Asylum, but I will not stand for it.

The fans start of a few chants ‘You suck’ ‘Shut the F*** up’ being prominent amongst them.

Julius: I don’t owe you or these cretins in the audience anything. I shouldn’t expect too much from a Scotsman, but as the only Quintessentially English wrestler in APW it is my responsibility to be the example of class and sophistication, and not bow to the mob mentality or these kinds of childish stunts. Quite frankly, this whole charade is beneath me, and I am far too dignified to lower myself to your level. To even suggest I should let a cup of tea that has been prepared milk before water within even thirty feet of my lips is an insult to me, an insult to the constitution, an insult to Englishness, and an insult to Her Royal Highness herself.

Fans give Julius some heat.

Atken: Now come on Julius, a bet is a bet. An Englishman's word is his bond, is it not? I mean you wouldn't want to be viewed as a coward would you? You wouldn't want to go down in the record books as Welsh, I'm sure of that Jules.

Julius: Perish the thought, and I’m not about to allow myself to be upstaged by a Scotsman. It’s bad enough that our government consistently allows Alex Salmon and his bottom feeders to constantly put the English people over a barrel. The days when barbarians in skirts got the better of the English are long gone. Give me that tea and we’ll see who is laughing last.

Atken prepares a cup of tea for Julius, ensuring he adds the milk to the cup before adding the hot water. When the tea is prepared, Atken hands it to Julius and the latter looks at the cup of tea as though Atken just given him a cup of his own vomit, or some other such noxious substance. Slowly Julius raises the cup to his lips and takes a small slurp, barely any liquid at all, and putting the cup down.

Atken: Now, now Julius. You have to drink the WHOLE cup and nothing less.

Julius gives Atken the look of murder and takes the cups to his lips, swigging back the whole of his contents. Atken has a smile on his face.

Atken: See, that wasn’t so bad. How about ano....

Atken doesn’t get to finish his sentence because Julius spits the hot tea in his mouth, which he had not swallowed, into Atken’s face. Manservant is next act, smashing Atken across the back of the head with a silver tray and the Voice of APW drops to his knees. Julius, rage-filled, grabs Atken’s head and starts pounding away with some stiff-looking punches, and with Atken groggy from the blows Julius smashes a cup against his face; Atken slumps to the mat.

Nailz: This is an unprovoked attack by Farquhar, this is no better than the behaviour of a spoilt child!

Beckett: I guess he really didn’t like the taste of that tea.

Julius isn’t yet finished with Atken. He orders Manservant to put him through the table. Manservant grabs Atken, lifts him onto his shoulders and powerbombs him fiercely through the table. “Land of Hope & Glory” begins to play in the arena. The crowd give Julius plenty of heat for his actions, but he doesn’t care and makes his way backstage leaving Atken lying amongst the rubble of a broken table and some smashed china.

Nailz: It's a good thing for Atken that he doesn't wrestle until the second to last match tonight! Even still, he might not have time to recover after that brutal assault from Manservant!

The scene fades to a Survive & Conquer recap VT. After the recap, APW fades to commercial break.

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“All About the Benjamin’s” starts to play on the loudspeaker as the fans begin to boo very loud. Chaz Dillinger makes his way out from the back, holding onto a towel that is laid across the back of his neck. With Helena in toe, Chaz pays no attention the fans who are trying to boo him out of the building. He casually walks down the ramp and climbs the stairs, stepping into the ring as Helena stays outside so her man can have the spotlight. He runs the ropes a few times before taking the towel off of the back of his neck, and throwing it into the crowd. He then takes off his robe, and hands it to Helena on the outside as his music dies out.

Stenfelder: Introducing first: from New York City, New York; he weighs 258lbs; he is ‘The Crippler’...CHAZ DILLINGER!

The camera cuts suddenly to the big screen. After a brief moment of silence, the music video for Story of the Year's "We Don't Care Anymore" plays on the screen, a simple scene of the lead singer on stage.

Underneath the gun
In front of waiting eyes
Our time has just begun
No second chance....
TO-NIIIIIGHT!

At the last screamed syllable, an aggressive motion graphic of the logo "Kid Dynamo" is shown while the guitar riff plays.

The cameras do a purposeful zoom beginning at a zoomed-out view of the entire crowd followed by a half-second-ling zoom all the way into the entryway right as Kid Dynamo steps out into view. All of this is choreographed to land exactly in time with the next lyrical line...

So we walk the longest days
To live inside the shortest nights...

Dynamo begins to walk down the entrance ramp, going down one side and giving high-fives, then switching to the other side of fans. Upon approaching the ring, Dynamo gets into a jog for three steps and then slides in under the bottom rope. The camera cuts to a Dynamo sign or two in the stands, then cuts back to Dynamo just as the music fades out.

Stenfelder: Introducing his opponent: from New Orleans, Louisanna; he weighs 220lbs; he is...KID DYNAMO!

Tap Out Championship Challenge Match
Chaz Dillinger vs. Kid Dynamo

The match begins tentatively with both men circling the ring and trying to feel each other out. There are a couple of tie-ups and strength tests, but both share the bragging rights at one a piece. The third collar-elbow tie-up is more decisive with Dillinger grabbing Dynamo in a waistlock, taking him down with a front leg sweep and trying to apply an ankle lock, but Dynamo twists on his back to block this attempt. Dillinger moves quickly though and applies a wrist lock to maintain his control over his opponent. Dynamo flips onto his feet, but Dillinger still holds the wristlock, which he emphasises with an arm wrench. Dillinger applies more pressure and Dynamo tries to break the hold with his free hand, but Dillinger maintains control with a transition into a hammerlock. Dillinger starts whispering some trash into Dynamo’s ear, which the latter doesn’t take kindly too, grabbing Dillinger’s head and placing it on his [Dynamo’s] shoulder. From here Dynamo drops into a sitout position and connects with a chinbreaker that releases him from Dillinger.

Nailz: We have two excellent technical wrestlers in this match, and it’s already making for an interesting contest.

Beckett: No doubt. We’re already seeing the submission style that Dillinger favours, I’m not sure Kid Dynamo can go toe to toe with Chaz in this kind of match. He may need to try and up the tempo of this match.

Nailz: Well whatever Dynamo does, he needs to pull off a win here if he is to challenge for the title at Rasslemania.

While Nailz and Beckett commentate Dynamo has taken some control of the match, following up his chinbreaker reversal with a dropkick to the head. Dynamo shows his ground-based skill first with a sleeper hold, which he transitions into a triangle choke to wear down his opponent. Dillinger clubs at Dynamo’s legs and pinches his skin to try and release the hold, but it is to no avail. After a minute or so of struggling Dillinger finally gets to the ropes and the ref orders them to restart. They come together in another collar-elbow tie-up, but Dillinger takes control with a knee to the torso followed by a side headlock. Dillinger pushes Dynamo against the ropes and floors him with a shoulder charge, following this with a knee to the head after bouncing off the ropes. Dillinger sits Dynamo up and again takes the same arm as previously into a wristlock, which he then transitions into an armbar. It is a painful situation for Dynamo and slowly saps at his energy, but he doesn’t tap out. After about a minute Dillinger releases the hold, stands and kicks Dynamo in the back and mouths off some trash.

Nailz: We’re maybe seeing some of the influence of Nathaniel Havok on Chaz Dillinger in this match.

Beckett: I know exactly what you mean Scott. He had control of his opponent right then, but he stops to gloat and talk trash.

Dillinger allows Dynamo to get to his feet and tries to apply an hammerlock, but Dynamo twists out of it and doubles Dillinger over with a toe kick. Dynamo bounces off the ropes and connects with a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd are getting behind Dynamo now. He gestures for Dillinger to get up and whips him into the ropes, Dillinger bounces back and Dynamo takes his opponent down with a cross body block. Dynamo wastes no time, he continues his offensive, pulling Dillinger up and delivering a twisting snap suplex. With momentum behind him Dynamo gets excited and rallies up some noise from the crowd. It is a mistake though because it gives Dillinger time to recover: he plays possum and when Dynamo gets close Dillinger pokes him in the eye, getting to his feet and regaining control with an overhead belly to belly suplex on Dynamo.

Nailz: Has Dynamo missed his opportunity there with that bit of show-boating?

Beckett: That may be his downfall – he’s just too eager to please the crowd.

Dillinger whips Dynamo across the ring into a corner turnbuckle. Dillinger charges across and looks for the corner splash, but Dynamo sidesteps at the last minute. Dillinger’s impact with the turnbuckle is so hard he bounces off a few strides giving Dynamo the opportunity to strike: a successful double arm DDT gives Dynamo the perfect set up for the C.T.O. (inverted Cattle Mutilation). Dillinger has no escape plan here and is forced to tap out.

Winner: Kid Dynamo

Nailz: There it is! A massive win for Kid Dynamo...his Rasslemania dream is alive and kicking.

Beckett: That is a big win. I think Chaz Dillinger will be a lot of people’s favourite, but this result has pulled this Tap Out Challenge wide open.

Kid Dynamo’s music hits and he does his fair bit of celebrating, even taking some time to press a lot of flesh in the front row, have a few pictures taken and sign some autographs. Chaz Dillinger is about as happy as a polar bear in the desert.

APW cuts to the parking garage, where a limo pulls up. Cheers can be heard from the crowd as "Sr. Guapo" Armando Asante and "Stunning" Stan Everdeen are seen exiting the vehicle with the APW Tag Team Championship Belts around their waists. There are a few boos as their manager, Biggs, steps out of the limo as well.

Nailz: The new APW Tag Team Champs are in the building! We'll be hearing from them a bit later tonight!

With that, Asylum goes to another commercial break.

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APW Asylum on the Food Network comes back from commercial and the fans pop as "Sexy and I Know It" blares over the speakers while yellow and pink lights flash alternately. The new APW Tag Team Champions, The Studmuffins, enter the arena to loud cheers, accompanied by their manager, Biggs. Sr. Guapo is dressed in a white suit with a hot pink t-shirt, while "Stunning" Stan is clad in brown slacks with a dark blue button up shirt and gold chain. Both are sporting very classy shades, and are dancing to the delight of the female fans.

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time, the new APW Tag Team Champions, "Sr. Guapo" Armando Asante and "Stunning" Stan Everdeen, The Studmuffins!

Nailz: The Studmuffins make their return to the Asylum here tonight with Tag Team Gold!

Beckett: They won the belts by defeating the team of Warren Peace and Rick Sader after Peace turned his back on his partner, walking out on him!

Nailz: That may be the case, but it doesn't diminish the fact that the Studmuffins are the Tag Team Champs!

As the Studmuffins and Biggs reach the ringside area, the Studs find a couple of average looking female fans and motion for them to come over the barricade, having security help them over, and then they lead the women up the ring steps, holding the ropes open for them. They then proceed to dance with them for about a minute in the ring while their music continues to play!

Beckett: This is a wrestling show, not a dance party! C'mon!

Nailz: I think it's fun! These guys are getting down and making the day of two very lucky fans!

As the music comes to a close, and the lights come back to normal, Biggs hands his clients microphones, as Stan holds the ropes open for the girls to head back to their seats. Sr. Guapo blows both of them kisses, while Biggs begins to speak.

Biggs: Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you at this time, the new APW Tag Team Champions, The Studmuffins!

This draws a loud pop from the fans, and Stan swivels his hips to appease the ladies.

Sr. Guapo: Muchas gracias, ustedes, por your continued support! Now we realize that we won these titles under somewhat controversial means, but it just goes back to what Stan and I have been saying all along, and that is the importance of team work! The reason Warren Peace and Rick Sader lost the titles was simply because they could not function as a team. And while Warren knocking the heck out of Rick certainly helped our cause, it is not our fault that they couldn't work together!

Stan: What my partner is trying to say is that in an ideal world, we would have liked to have defeated the former champs without them imploding. We would have rather been able to stand here tonight being able to say that we decisively defeated both Rick Sader and Warren Peace. As it stands, we really only beat Rick, but the fact remains that we are the new APW Tag Team Champions!

More cheers from the fans.

Stan: That being said, we want to prove that we are not mere fluke champions. We want to show that we deserve to be called the best team in APW! And that's why we came to Asylum! Right now, the Tag Team ranks on Overdrive are pretty much us, but here on Asylum, you have two top teams in the Martyrs of Madness and the Home Town Heroes, both of which we hope to have the opportunity of facing within the coming weeks. Considering that the Martyrs had that huge tag team victory at the pay per view, if they can win again tonight, we'd have no qualms with giving them a shot at our APW Tag Team Titles on the next episode of Asylum in two weeks!

Sr. Guapo: And the same goes for the Hometown Heroes! Because The Studmuffins are not content to merely hold the titles, we want to earn them! We will be watching the Tag Team match later tonight with very much interest, and we look forward to finding out the winners of that match, because we expect to face them very soon!

Stan: But it doesn't matter if it's the Martyrs of Madness or the Hometown Heroes who emerges victorious tonight, because in two weeks, they'll find out something about the two of us and that is that we are...

Both: TOO HOT TO HANDLE!

"Sexy and I Know It" begins to play again and the Studmuffins begin to dance again. They're really getting into it, to the point where they don't see Rico Casteel and Mike Morrison coming out from the crowd, jumping them from behind! Biggs quickly slides out of the ring, not wanting to risk further concussion, but Rico beats down Stan with clubbing blows to the back while Morrison uses his cane to pulverize Sr. Guapo! The fans are booing the Martyrs, but the boos turn to cheers as the Hometown Heroes come rushing down the ramp! Morrison and Rico see them coming, and get out of dodge, exiting the ring and leaving through the crowd from where they came! The HTHs help the Studmuffins back up to their feet.

Nailz: The Martyrs of Madness were laying the beat down on The Studmuffins, but the Hometown Heroes came to the aid of the Tag Champs to prevent further damage from being done!

Beckett: Why would the Hometown Heroes help their potential future opponents! This doesn't make any sense!

Nailz: It's because the Hometown Heroes have a sense of honor and decency! It's because they're good guys!

Sr. Guapo and "Stunning" Stan thank Mark Jackson and Jun Yao, shaking their hands. Once Sr. Guapo notices Jasmine Lee, it's all over, as he starts to hit on her. Jasmine looks flattered. "Sexy and I Know It" begins to play again, and the Studmuffins begin to dance. Before long The Hometown Heroes and Jasmine Lee join in the fun, dancing along with them as Asylum cuts to a commercial break!

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As we come back from commercial, The opening chords of Papa Roach's "Born With Nothing, Die With Everything" begin to play over the speakers of the arena. Eight seconds in, when the song kicks into full gear, pyros erupt on the stage. Matt Matlock steps out onto the stage, dressed to fight as always. He takes a minute to look over the crowd before walking down the ramp towards the ring. Partway down he stops, head down and arms out to the sides as pyro shoots off down the sides of the ramp. He looks up with a cocky grin towards the crowd, as he finally enters the ring. Heading for one of the far turnbuckles he raises his arms in the air as HBK-styled pyrotechnics go off, and immediately stop as he lowers his arms. He then gets down and prepares for the upcoming match.

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a FOUR-MAN ELIMINATION MATCH! First, already in the ring, from Cape Breton Island, weighing in at Two Hundred and SEVENTY pounds…the Crownless King…Matt…MAAAAAATLOCK!

Nailz: Welcome back to Asylum as we’ve got four new recruits to the greatest federation on television battling it out, elimination style!

Beckett: This is a huge bragging rights match. The winner can really say that they are more worthy of the fast-track than his or her opponents.

The cheesy 80's riffs of "You're The Best" by Joe Esposito hit.

Stenfelder: His next opponent, from Happy Valley, Newfoundland, weighing in at ONE hundred NINETY-ONE pounds…Billy…PEEEEEPSI!

Billy jogs down to the ring grinning like a doofus. He slides into the ring and does a couple of laps along the ring ropes. He finally climbs up on the middle rope and raises his arms up in the air. He yells out "I'm #1", and most fans point and laugh at him.

Pepsi’s music cuts, and is replaced by “Monster” by Skillet.

Stenfelder: Next, from CHICAGO, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred and FORTY-five pounds…The VIIIRUS…CHRIS…MACKENZIE!

The fans boo as Mackenzie stalks his way to the ring, sizing up two of his opponents.

Nailz: These three are all imposing looking wrestlers.

Beckett: You don’t mean that about Pepsi do you?

Nailz: …was I talking to you?

Beckett: I’m just…

Nailz: Hey look! Our final competitor! I think she’s got a great chance of winning this match.

'Beautiful' by Social Code hits the speakers as the overhead lights dim, the stage bathed in a chaotic mish-mash of pink and white lights. Bobbing her head to the music, Alyssa Casteele emerges with her fists raised in the air to a wave of cheers and boos both - once fully out on the ramp, she jumps up and down a couple times, limbering herself up for the high-flying that is sure to follow. Pink and white lights flash along the sides of the ramp as Alyssa cracks her knuckles before looking down at the ring.

Stenfelder: And last, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at one hundred and seventy-seven pounds, The One Woman Riot…ALYSSA…CASTEEEELE!

A smirk appears on her face as the fans continue their reaction, the boos nor the cheers really impacting the pink-haired girl's expression. Alyssa runs down the ramp way with conviction, not really paying attention to the fans as she does. She's clearly pumped up and ready to go as she releases a little more of that energy by sliding into the ring on her stomach, and she quickly climbs to her feet before pacing back and forth upon the canvas, forcing the fans to watch her in such a fueled state. Casteele takes a deep breath as she stops in the middle of the ring.

Nailz: Here we go with a huge elimination match!

Four-Man Elimination Match: Alyssa Casteele vs. Chris Mackenzie vs. Matt Matlock vs. Billy Pepsi

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The bell sounds as the four wrestlers size each other up, all claiming a corner of the ring. Suddenly, Mackenzie charges Pepsi, but Pepsi counters by jumping up onto his shoulders and giving him a huracanranna that sends him rolling out of the ring. Pepsi shouts to the crowd, but Casteele sneaks behind him and goes for a victory roll, but Pepsi rolls through into his own victory roll!
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Nailz: She can't believe it!

Beckett: Me neither! I thought for sure Pepsi had been too distracted and would end up an early casualty but the jokes on Casteele and she’s an early exit!

Matlock nails a clothesline on Pepsi, dropping him to the mat. He picks him up and lifts him up for a sidewalk slam. He attempts a cover
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Matlock continues to beat down Pepsi, then sets up for the Animal's Instinct, but doesn't see Mackenzie sneak back into the ring. He hoists Pepsi up into crucifix position, but somehow notices Mackenzie behind him! He quickly turns around and launches Pepsi at Mackenzie!

Nailz: Holy crap!

Both wrestlers fall and Matlock wraps Mackenzie in the Haas of Pain submission move! After a few seconds, Mackenzie taps out!

Chris Mackenzie has been eliminated

Beckett: That was a sick-looking submission move. What does Matlock call that?

Nailz: The Matt-Lock.

Beckett: Yeah, Matlock! What does he call it!

Nailz: The Matt-lock! Nevermind, just call the damn match.

The Crownless King goes to work on Pepsi, dominating the younger wrestler. Billy Pepsi gets some counters in, but the larger Matlock maintains control. Matlock picks up Pepsi and begins a series of standing clotheslines, but keeps a hold of Pepsi’s arm, forcing him up to deliver 1…2…3..wait! On the fourth, Pepsi ducks, plants his foot and connects with a SICK superkick to Matlock’s chin! Both men hit the mat and don’t move as the ref begins the ten count.

Billy Pepsi gets to his feet as Matlock is on one knee, and runs and grabs his head and hits a running bulldog! Matlock rolls onto his back and Pepsi emphatically signals for the Pepsi Max 450! He climbs the ropes, jumps off…but Matlock rolls out of the way! Pepsi hits the canvas so hard that the impact bounces him up to all fours, and Matlock gets up and pulls Pepsi up to a front facelock, hooks the arms and…MATLOCK DROP! (leaping double-arm DDT) Matlock makes a loose and cocky pin
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Stenfelder: HERE IS YOUR WINNER: The Crownless King…MATT…MAAAAAATLOCK!

Beckett: He really tried to make that one look easy.

Nailz: Believe me it wasn’t. Those were three tough competitors he outlasted. Big win for The Crownless King!

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The arena goes pitch black and then sounds of a AK47 poping off echo threw the arena as "2 of Americas Most Wanted" by Tupac starts playing and SoCal Gangstas is on the APWtron in red. Out walk to men wearing bullet proof vests, black jeans, black Oakland Raiders caps, black Oakley shades and black Nike Air Jordans. The fans don't know what to make os these thugs. They climb into the ring and take the mic from the announcer.

Death-Cut the damn music!

The music fades out.

Death-We are Death and Disorder the SoCal Gangstas. Our contracts have been bought by an outside source and we have been told to take APW over. Now both of us have only been out of Pelican Bay for three months and in that three months we have been working with the One getting to know how to punish others even better than we could already do. So at this time get on your feet and welcome back our Boss "The 1" Adam Young!

"Bow Down" by Westside Connection starts playing and out steps Adam in a white custom suit, black dress shirt, white tie, white dress shoes, and white Oakley shades. On his arms are gourgeous women dressed in white evening gowns. They walk towards the ring and when they arrive Adam climbs into the ring.

Adam-APW you thought I would just shut my locker door and retire, hell nah. I knew this day was comeing so I searched the World over to find someone to teach and train, how was I to know I would find two worth my knowledge. So Reginald and Biggs get ready cause life as you knew it is over. The SoCal Gangstas are takeing over by any means we dem. No cue the F'N music!

"2 of Americas Most Wanted" starts playing as they leave through the sounds of boos.

Beckett: So Adam Young is back. Hopefully for the SoCal Gangsters, he can have more success as a manager than he did with his in ring career here in APW!

Nailz: On that note, up next is a tag team match with huge title implications! We got to see a little preview of the Hometown Heroes at Survive and Conquer but we'll see their true strength as tonight they face a big challenge with the Martyrs of Madness.

Beckett: With Rico and Mike across the ring for you, I'd be doing a quick bolt up the ramp the minute the bell rings.

Nailz: I think that's what separates you from the Heroes.

The crowd get on their feet and started to wave their hands towards the beat of the song. It sound like a rap concert is going on inside of the arena. The cameras looked up at the ramp as they notice Mark come blasting out of the back with his hood over his head moving to the music it seems as Jun and Jasmine come from the back together. Jun has his hood on like AJ Styles but once he come out pull it off his head like AJ styles with a bit of smirk as Jasmine is wearing her own black and red hood with a pair of black pants. Jasmine play to the fans as the boys get down to the bottom ramp.

Beckett: What's the deal with the hoods? Are these those hooligan thugs I keep reading about on the internet?

Nailz: It's just fashion.

Beckett: If you say so. What I wouldn't give for a fancy, fluffy robe right about now.

They take off their jackets and hand them to her as she take them. The boys then jump from on top the apron . Mark climb over the top rope to get in as Jun does a flip inside of the ring. They both smirks a bit as they walked over to the center and waves playfully at whoever they are facing before going to their corner and talking among each other who will go first.

Stenfelder: The following match is a tag team contest and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, Mark Jackson and Jun Yao... they are the Hometown Heroooooooes!

Beckett: And just what home town is that?

The lights dim down as "I'm Going Slightly Mad" by Queen begins to play through the arena and out from the back step the Martyrs of Madness, Rico Casteel and Mike Morrison. Rico stops at the top of the ramp, glaring around the arena before locking in on the ring, while Mike stands beside him, his eyes wide and crazy.

Beckett: Here comes trouble, I wish the Hometown Heroes well in their post wrestling career.

Nailz: You may be eating those words soon enough, call it a gut feeling.

Stenfelder: And their opponents, they are “Mr Madness” Mike Morrison and “The Loose Cannon” Rico Casteel. They are the Marrrrtyrs of Maaaaadddddneessssss!

Morrison begins to make his way down the ramp, cane in hand, while Rico cracks his neck before making his way to the ring. Morrison slides into the ring while Rico pulls himself onto the apron and enters. Rico paces the ring, eyeing the entrance, while Morrison twirls his cane.

Hometown Heroes vs. The Martyrs of Madness

The match begins with the Martyrs quickly starting on the attack, beginning a brawl with the more technical based Heroes. The Heroes try to slug back by Morrison and Casteel gain the upper hand, taking each man to a corner. The referee insists that Morrison get on the apron and after pondering hitting the referee with his cane, he instead obliges. Casteel uses the opening minutes of the bout to cut the ring in half, pounding away at Jun Yao as Mark Jackson looks on hopelessly. After a few minutes of solid pounding however, Casteel presents an opening as he lifts Yao up, only to get an enzigure for his troubles. Yao quickly dives to tag in Jackson but at the same time, Casteel tags in Morrison.

Nailz: You have to commend Jun Yao, he needed to create an opening and Casteel, very unlike the man, presented one.

Beckett: Don't get your hopes up too much.

Morrison and Jackson begin to have a wild brawl in the middle of the ring as both men refuse to give the other the upper hand. The men continue to have a strong back and forth, neither man finding an opening to take control of the match. The stand-off continues until both men deliver stiff punches to each others jaws at the exact same time.

Beckett: THEY GOT ROCKED!

Nailz: Now it's a question of who can gather their senses quick enough.


Morrison uses the opening presented to drive an elbow toward Jun Yao, knocking him down to the floor below. Casteel reads this as a chance to jump into the ring. Before Jackson can realise what's happening, he finds himself victim to Total Insanity. Casteel drops out of the ring and tosses Yao into the ringside barrier as Morrison goes for the pin.

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Beckett: Feeling in your gut, eh?

Nailz: The Martyrs may have continued their dominance here tonight but you have to commend to Hometown Heroes for their efforts here.

Stenfelder: Here are your winners, The Martyrrrrrrs of Maaaaadnesssss!

Casteel gives a few stiff boots to Jun Yao on the outside as Morrison bails out of the ring, cane in hand. All of a sudden, "Sexy and I Know It" blares over the speakers, and the Studmuffins come rushing towards the ringside area! Casteel and Morrison rush to meet them on the ramp, and the two teams begin to brawl at the entrance way!

Nailz: It looks like the Studmuffins came down to return the favor to the Hometown Heroes from earlier tonight!

Beckett: We need to get some officials down here! The Studmuffins have no right to be out here!

Referees and agents come running from backstage to try and break up the fight, which continues as Asylum heads to commercial break.

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"Self vs. Self" By Pendulum plays out over the arena, as the lights flicker on and off. "Dangerous" Dan Bochner come out to the arena dressed in black jean tights & black boots with blue shinguards. He quietly stalks towards the ring, and rolls underneath the ropes, where he gets up on his feet, and climbs a turnbuckle and raises his arms, scanning the capacity crowd. Bochner get down and paces back and forth, awaiting his opponent.

Stenfelder: Standing in the ring: from Brooklyn, New York; weighing 200lbs; he is...“DANGEROUS” DAN BOCHNER!

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

Stenfelder: Coming to the ring: from Windsor, England; he weighs in at 228lbs...he is “Quintessentially English”...JULIUS FARQUHAR!

Farquhar walks around the ring, waving the flag around. He walks to the time keeper’s table and grabs a microphone and enters the ring.

Julius: I understand it has been a long and painful wait for all of you fans, but finally you get to see first hand the superiority of a Quintessentially English wrestler.

Plenty of heat from the fans.

Julius: You don’t have to thank me. Now, I know San Antonio is famous as a place where Americans get slaughtered by foreign forces, and I wouldn’t want to break from the tradition of this cesspit.

More heat for Julius’ derogatory reference to the Battle of the Alamo.

Julius: So, with further ado, let’s ge....

Bochner has heard enough and he attacks Julius Farquhar to get the match underway.

Singles Match
Julius Farquhar vs. Dan Bochner

Bochner has Julius backed up in a corner and is pounding him with punches to the body and the face, eventually knocking Julius into a sitting position with a vicious right hook. Bochner continues his offense with an explosive running knee to the face. Bochner drags Julius away from the corner and climbs to the second rope. Julius starts to get to his feet but Bochner nails with an double axe handle to the face followed by a cover and a two count for the near fall. Bochner is relentless and sits Julius up, applying a hammerlock. Bochner cranks the joint and Julius screams out in agony. Manservant decides to make his presence felt and climbs onto the ring apron, causing Bochner to break the hold. The ref steps in between Bochner and Manservant to prevent a physical confrontation. This gives Julius invaluable time to recover. Eventually Manservant starts to get down and with the ref’s back still turned Julius hits Bochner with a low blow and rolls him up with a school boy. The ref counts, Julius puts his feet on the ropes, but Bochner kicks out on two.

Nailz: A very hot start by Bochner here, but we’re already seeing the impact Manservant may have in this match.

Beckett: And following the retirement of Cid Phoenix Bochner has nobody to back him up.

The match continues with some back and forth action, some headlocks, waistlocks and grapples from each man trying to take the initiative but usually ending up with a reversal by the other. Bochner assumes control of the match again when he rolls out of an attempted back drop suplex by Julius and counters with a side Russian leg sweep. Bochner bounces of the ropes and drops and elbow on to Julius, makes the cover and gets another near fall. Bochner tries Irish whip Julius, but its reversed and Julius connects with an English uppercut, following this up with some stiff chops to the chest. Julius whips Bochner into the ropes, takes him down with a drop toe hold and locks in a grapevine ankle lock. To make things worse for Bochner the submission hold has been locked with Julius near the ropes, meaning Bochner would have to either scramble across almost the full width of the ring, or turn 360 degrees. After 30 seconds on this excruciating hold Julius releases and drops a knee onto Bochner’s ankle. The former member of Anti Society-X writhes around in agony clutching his knee. Julius drags him across to the ropes, placing his injured leg on the bottom rope, Julius leaps from the second rope turnbuckle and drives an elbow into Bochner’s ankle, and then re-applies the grapevine ankle lock.

Nailz: This is a very clever ploy by Julius Farquhar, he’s using that ankle lock to take out Bochner’s vertical base.

Beckett: I can speak from personal experience about how much that hold rips on your anklelock joint.

Nailz: When have you been in the ring?

Beckett: I’d rather not talk about it – an unhappy memory.

This time Julius is a bit sloppy in applying the submission hold and Bochner is winning reach of the ropes. He shuffles across and grabs onto the bottom rope, the hold is broken and Bochner breathes a sigh of relief. With his opponent down Julius starts taunting the audience and gets the heat he is looking for. Julius turns his attentions back to Bochner but a thumb to the eye by Bochner gives him an opening. He struggles to his feet, but still has enough about him to grapple Julius and nail him with the Bochner Plex, it isn’t perfect because Bochner isn’t fully able to support his and Julius’ weight, but it’s enough to hurt Julius. Bochner goes to the top rope and attempts a diving elbow drop but Julius rolls away and Bochner crashes hard into the mat. Julius is all over Bochner and nails The Royal Seal (Argentine neckbreaker), and gets a two-count near fall. He admonishes the referee for a supposed slow count.

Julius picks up Bochner and lifts him onto his shoulders for the Tower of London (Argentine rack DDT), but Bochner wriggles free, toe kicks Julius and sets him up for Headtrip (leg lock DDT). Manservant is back on the apron and Bochner lets Julius go, charging across the ring and knocking the Manservant down with a running forearm to the face. Bochner turns but Julius is standing behind and the Englishman lifts his opponent onto his shoulders and connects with the Tower of London and collects the win following a three count by the ref.

Winner: Julius Farquhar

Julius gets to his feet and begins his celebrations: Manservant hands him the English flag and he waves it at the audience.

Nailz: It’s a winning start to life on Asylum for Julius, but he probably owes a big thanks to Manservant for this one.

Beckett: Maybe he’ll give him an extra crumpet or something.

Nailz: Well, whatever he feeds that monster I wouldn.....hello, what’s going on here?

Beckett: I think that’s Phil Atken!

It is the ‘Voice of APW’ Phil Atken who was earlier assaulted by Julius Farquhar and Manservant. Atken slides into the ring brandishing a silver tray, Julius and Manservant scatter like scolded dogs into the audience. Atken gives pursuit and the segment ends with the image of a Scotsman chasing an Englishman with a silver tray.

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“ With Oden On Our Side” Hit’s the PA system. The arena grows dark as the fans get to their feet to catch a glimpse of the stage.The fans stand and cheer an once the vocals starts, the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore, centre stage. Odin stares down at the ring with a sinister grin as the fans sing along with the chorus.

Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!

Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!

The fans pop insanly right after as Odin begins to walk down the ramp at a slow an methodical pace. Once he gets to the foot of the ring, he steps up on it and looks around the arena again before steping over the ropes..

Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist...

Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumpt. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part.

Crowd: The battle is.. already won!

Odin stares down his opponent as he waits for the match to get underway.

Stenfelder: The following match is for the SUICIDAL CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger. He hails from Robinsdale, MN. Standing 7 feet tall, and weighing in at 340 lbs, he is... ODIN BALFORE!!!

The simplistic banjo chord intro of "Losing Your Mind" by Pride and Glory hits the speakers as the crowd instaneously start booing. When the drums and the hard rock riff kick into life accompanied with the vocals of Zakk Wylde, Callahan strides out of the curtain with a Washington Monument sized grin on his face that can positively make you sick as he carries the Suicide Title proudly over his shoulder. He saunters down to the ring with all the casuality in the world, shaking hands and kissing babies like any true politician would taking all the time in the world he needs to make it to the ring.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring, from Kelso, Washington, weighing in at 234lbs... he is your duly elected wrestling representative and the Action Packed Wrestling Suicide Champion... MICHAEL... CALLAHANNNNNN!

That announcement alone is enough to make the fans cringe and boo more. Having climbed the ring steps, Callahan curtly wipes his boots off on the apron and climbs into the ring. He holds the title proudly up in the air, giving a salute to his electorate to another round of dismay from the audience before taking his place in the corner.

Beckett: These two men have quite the contrast of styles.

Nailz: Inside the ring, and out. Should be an interesting match.

Suicidal Championship Match
"American Hero" Michael Callahan vs. Odin Balfore

Callahan started off trying to engage Balfore in some boxing. After hitting him with a few jabs to the chest, Balfore hit him with a Big Boot to the face that sent Callahan down to the mat. Callahan rolled out of the ring to regroup, but Balfore followed. The two exchanged blows outside the ring. After the exchange Balfore got the upperhand when he caught Callahan with a Drop Toe hold, that sent Callahan's head smashing into the ring steps. Balfore pummeled Callahan on the ground with hard punches to the head. After throwing Callahan into the ring Balfore grabbed a steel chair. As Callahan got to his feet Balfore swung with the chair and missed. Callahan hit him with a few hard jabs to the stomach and Balfore dropped the chair. Callahan then drove Balfore's head onto the chair with a Snap DDT. Callahan went for the cover, but Balfore kicked out at 2. Callahan applied the Progressive Taxation Single Leg Crab, but Balfore made his way to the ropes before tapping out. Callahan climbed up on the top rope, but Balfore shoved him off the turnbuckle and Callahan crashed down to the concrete on the outside. Balfore set up a table and drove Callahan through the table with the Fall from Asgard Powerbomb.

Beckett: Callahan`s gonna feel that one in the morning.

Nailz: All Balfore needs to do is get him in the ring and cover him.

Balfore picked Callahan up and threw him in the ring. He retrieved a sledgehammer from under the ring and brought it into the ring. As Callahan struggled to his feet Balfore lunged at him with the Sledgehammer and cracked him over the head with it. Balfore covered, but Callahan got his foot on the ropes in the nick of time. Balfore was frustrated and took out his aggression on Callahan with hard stomps and knnes to him on the ground. Balfore set him up for the Mark Of Odin, but as he had Callahan up, Callahan flipped over him with a Sunset Flip for the near fall. Both men got to there feet. Balfore ran at Callahan, but Callahan caught him with the American Suplex.

Beckett: Callahan seems to be mounting a comeback here.

Nailz: He`s taken a lot of punishment so far, will he be able to capitalize on it.

Callahan picked Balfore up and applied the Victory Lock. Balfore fought it and tried to break free. He reached for the sledgehammer and used his reach to hit Callahan with it just hard enough to get him to break the hold. Both men got up on there feet. Balfore charged at him, but Callahan grabbed the sledgehammer and clocked Balfore with it, knocking him out cold. Callahan applied the Victory Lock. The ref checks Balfore, but Balfore is out cold. The ref calls for the bell and awards the win to Callahan.

Winner: Michael Callahan!

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, and still APW Suicidal Champion, "The American Hero" Michael Callahan!

"Losing Your Mind" blares over the speakers as the fans boo Callahan vehemently. Callahan, for his parts, acts as though they're giving him a hero's reception, and responds in kind, waving to the crowd with a smug grin on his face.

Nailz: Son of gun, he's still champion!

Beckett: We could very well be witnessing the beginning of a very long Pro-Life era! It makes me sick!

We head backstage where Johnny Knuckles is preparing for his match against Isamu Sazuki. He’s taping up his ankle really hard as to not injure himself again. He reaches over and cracks open a Donkey Punch.

Knuckles: Ahh now I can focus.

MEANWHILE……

Jason Kash walks into his locker room to find a fresh case of Donkey Punch with a bow on it. He picks up the card that happens to be sitting on top as it reads, “Hey asshole, don’t lose focus….JK”.

Jason Kash: What a DA-Oush! He really think I’m going to touch that nasty shit again? SRRIOUS?!

Kash shoves the case over to the side and starts sipping on some water. A few moments while he gets dressed pass (sorry no peaking) as he is now lacing up his boots when he finally starts to feel something warm. He ignores it and continues lacing up but the warm grows into itching. He feels a sensation in his pants as he starts to scratch it.

Jason Kash: What the fuck?

The warming sensation quickly bursts into all out heat and pain as Kash gets up from his seat and runs around his locker room screaming in pain. He quickly throws off his pants (insert television censor bar here) as he tries to get off whatever it is that is making him burn so much. He runs into the shower and tries to wash off this creamy like substance that was on him when he got dressed. After a while of washing, rinsing, and repeating; he finally feels a lot better. He walks out only to stub his toe on that same case of Donkey Punch he got from Knuckles earlier.

Jason Kash: OUCH!! I’M KILLING WHOEVER DID THAT!

Kash kicks the case across the room as the cans fall out. Amongst the cans, he realizes a small bottle of something. He walks over and reads it as it says, “Liniment….extra strength” (used as IcyHot for horses). Suddenly the door swings open as Knuckles is standing there with his arms crossed and a smile on his face.

Knuckles: HA, maybe next time you’ll LOOK before ya, “DA-OUSH” eh? HA HA HA….

Knuckles runs off before Kash could catch him at the door way wearing nothing but a towel.

Jason Kash: DAMN YOU KNUCKLE-HEAD!! I’M SO FUCKING YERR SHIT UP!!

Nailz: Isamu Suzuki versus Johnny Knuckles after the break!

The scene cuts to a commercial.

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Adam: The following contest is scheduled for one fall

"RISING" hits the speakers, opening with the drums. The lights start flashing around the crowd as the shamisen start playing over the speaker systems, but still no competitor. At twenty seconds, in place of the usual "He" for the song, Isamu's voice echos across the speakers with a "EYAH!" The song continues as normal as Isamu sprints out onto the stage, full of energy.

Adam: Introducing first, from Utashinai, Hokkaido, Japan. Weighing in at 215 pounds, making his return to Sunday Night Asylum……ISAMU…SUZUKIIIIIIIII!

He waits there only a moment before sprinting down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He hops up onto the top rope and lets out a battle cry to get him pumped up for battle before hopping down and stretching for the match.

"Survival of the Sickest" by saliva plays. after a few seconds, Knuckles walks out and stares at the crowd. he grins, shakes his head and storms down to the ring.

Adam: And his opponent, from The Bronx New York. Weighing in at 265 pounds. JOHNNY….KNUCKLES!!!

He takes off his silk shirt, italian hat and gold chains and hops around in the corner with a look of hatred ready to attack.

Johnny Knuckles Vs Isamu Suzuki

The Match begins with a lock up and a side headlock from Knuckles. Isamu gives Knuckles a few kidney shots, gets his head free and rolls Knuckles up in a school boy for a 2 count. They gets up and Isamu takes Knuckles down with a drop toe hold then runs off the ropes and hits him with a dropkick. He goes for a cover and Knuckles kicks out at two. Isamu lifts Knuckles up and Knuckles gets a few punches in and throws Isamu into the ropes and takes Isamu to the mat with a flap jack. Isamu bounces to his feet and goes into the ropes. Knuckles runs and clotheslines Isamu over and to the floor. Knuckles goes out to the floor and lifts Isamu up. Isamu gets a knee in on Knuckles and shoves him into the guard rail. Isamu hops up onto the ring apron. Knuckles is up and goes to grab Isamu’s leg, and Isamu kicks Knuckles in the face. Knuckles stumbles back and Isamu jumps off the rope with an Asai Moonsault, landing on top of him. The fans cheer as Isamu picks Knuckles up and rolls him into the ring.

Nailz: Welcome back Isamu Suzuki

Beckett: Nice Asai moonsault

Knuckles goes to the corner and sits there. Isamu walks up to Knuckles and Knuckles grabs him and pulls him into the turnbuckle. Knuckles starts chopping Isamu and then snap suplexes him out of the corner. He goes for a cover but Isamu kicks out. Knuckles picks Isamu up, hits him with forearm shots to the corner. He throws Isamu to the opposite corner. Knuckles runs at him and connects with a clothesline. Isamu falls to the mat. Knuckles drags him out and covers him, and only gets a two count. Knuckles lifts Isamu up to his feet, throws him into the ropes and goes for a Spinebuster, but Isamu counters it with a DDT! The fans cheer and Isamu gets to his feet. Knuckles does as well and Knuckles goes for a clothesline but Isamu ducks and comes back with a jumping calf kick. Knuckles is up and Isamu takes him down with a Japanese arm drag. Isamu pulls Knuckles up and Knuckles gets a thumb into Isamu’s eye. Knuckles yells out “HEE HAW” and nails Isamu with the Donkey Punch!

Nailz: Donkey Punch!!

Beckett: I don’t think that was so refreshing for Isamu

Knuckles picks Isamu up and sets him up for the Reverse Death Valley Driver. Isamu fights out of it and lands on his feet behind Knuckles. Isamu throws Knuckles in the corner. Isamu runs and hits Knuckles with a dropkick. Knuckles falls out of the corner to the mat. Isamu points to the top rope and climbs it from inside the ring, looking out into the crowd, Isamu comes off with the Skytwister Press which he calls Shinyuu (True Courage). Knuckles rolls out of the way at the last second and Isamu crashes and burns. Isamu slowly gets up, Knuckles grabs him from behind in an inverted DDT and them spins around with the Roll of the Dice. Knuckles covers
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The ref raises Knuckles arm as his music begins to play.

Nailz: A strong win here for Johnny Knuckles over a former Suicidal Champion

Beckett: After coming off a big performance at Survive and Conquer and wanting a shot at the World Heavyweight Title, this was a much needed win for Johnny Knuckles.

Knuckles exit’s the ring, grabs a can of Donkey Punch from the time keeper and drinks it as he heads to the back.

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The cameras cut backstage to the locker room area. We see Kid Dynamo, looking very tired and sweaty. He notices the cameras around him.

Kid Dynamo: Well, hi there. I really wasn't expecting y'all to be back here so soon after my match. I guess I thought I was good for the night.

But, yeah, if you want to hear my immediate thoughts on the match tonight, sure, just give me a second

Dynamo reaches into his duffel bag and pulls out a Ziploc bag. The camera zooms in on the bag and its mysterious contents.

Seriously?

You can vaguely hear laughter as the camera zooms back out to Dynamo.

Kid Dynamo: It’s grated dark chocolate. See, after a grueling match, us wrestlers gotta do something to get some energy back in our system. Me? I figured out to sprinkle some grated chocolate on a bag of microwave popcorn. That plus a Donkey Punch and I’m good to go.

But are you good to go…for a THROWDOWN?!?

The cameras pan over to…

Kid Dynamo: Bobby Flay?

Bobby Flay: OF COURSE IT’S ME! This is the FOOD NETWORK! You can’t go FOUR HOURS on the Food Network without ME!

Kid Dynamo starts to look around a little bit confused. If you’ve ever seen “Punk’d”, he looks like one of the victims.

Bobby Flay: The word on the street is that you are a master…and so are you ready for the student to defeat the master?

Kid Dynamo: Master? What are you DOING HERE?!?

Bobby Flay brushes off the comment, not even responding to Dynamo’s incredulity at Flay’s presence.

Bobby Flay: Master of CHOCOLATE POPCORN! I’ve been working for the past seven weeks to put together a challenging recipe to DEFEAT YOU IN A THROWDOWN!

Kid Dynamo: Umm…no.

Bobby Flay immediately loses his smile and suddenly bursts into anger.

Bobby Flay: NO?!?! NO ONE TELLS ME NO!!! IF I SAY IT’S TIME FOR A THROWDOWN…IT’S TIME FOR A THROWDOWN!

In an almost cartoonish fashion, Bobby Flay immediately calms down and his smile comes back.

Bobby Flay: See? Look! There’s two judges for us right now!

Kid Dynamo: Umm…they’re security guards.

Security Guard: Mr. Flay? We’ve been authorized by Mr. Schmidt to escort you out of the building.

Bobby Flay: Are you KIDDING me?!? This is the FOOD NETWORK! I OWN THE FOOD NETWORK! I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT!

Kid Dynamo: Umm…no you can’t. And no you don’t.

Security Guard: Please come with us.

The two burly guards easily restrain Bobby Flay as he continues to shout various references to his ownership of the Food Network. The camera makes one final pan back to Kid Dynamo, who looks down at his Ziploc bag of chocolate.

Kid Dynamo: (to himself)Was that Kash’s bag?

The cameras stay on Dynamo’s look of disbelief for a moment before cutting out to ringside.

Stenfelder: This is a Singles Match, Introducing to the ring first! From Camden, New JERSEY!! MANHAATTAAN WHHHIIITTTEE!!!

The bassline to "Face to the Floor" hits and a wall of glass lights up with two tiny headlights. The arena goes dark as the guitar cuts in and the glass smashes to pieces as Irish Pete, in a shriner's car peels out onto the stage area, revealing Manhattan White standing where the glass used to be. The crowd cheers as strobes ignite the arena, flooding the APW fans with light. A smile slides across Manhattan's face as he starts his slow walk down the aisle. Irish Pete drives past him down the aisle and drives laps around the ring as Manhattan reaches the ring and climbs up the side and slips through the ropes. Irish Pete climbs up the steps into the ring as Manhattan stands on the middle turnbuckle, looking out into the crowd. Irish Pete begins playing airguitar on his trusty nine iron in the center of the ring as Manhattan White climbs on the other corners' turnbuckles so he's looked out over all of the arena.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, representing the Country of Scotland! "The UNFORTUNATE" PHHILLL ATTKEEENNSS!

'Heavyweight Champion of the World' begins to play and out from the back steps Phil Atken, sparkly black robe and all. He heads towards the ring, shaking the hands of anyone who acknowledges him as he goes. Atken jumps up onto the apron, raising his hand up in hope of some kind of reaction the steps into the ring, taking his place in the corner.

Nailz: I hope someone gets kicked in the nuts in this match, there should be at LEAST one nut shot every show!

Beckett: Well that was out of the blue...

They lock up after the bell, White gets Atken's arm and ducks behind him with it. White yanks up on the arm as Atkens slaps his shoulder and spins out of the arm wrench. White still having the arm is face to face with Atkens and he puts his arm behind the head and with a great fluid motion, heart punches Phil Atkens in the chest. Atkens grabs his chest and falls into a sitting position on the canvas. White bursts into speed and hits the far ropes, coming back at Atkens who is still sitting on his butt on the canvas. Manhattan leaps off his feet and dives towards Phile Atkens, hitting him with a diving clothesline.

White spins off the clothesline and pops back to his feet, he grabs both sides of Atken's head and rips him off the canvas. White leaves Atken standing, groggy as hell. Racing across the ring again, Manhattan White comes at Phil Atkens again with a graceful pace but Phil Atken snatches White as he gets close enough and snaps White around, pounding him into the mat with a Spinebuster. Phil Atkens bounces off the move and is on his feet. Atkens goes to grab White's legs to secure his Figure Four Finish but Manhattan pushes him away with both feet, giving him time to get up.

Beckett: Back and forth competition here between these two and they both have something to prove. To Management and these Fans!

Nailz: I'm still waiting for a nut shot to be honest...

Beckett: Would you be disappointed if one didn't happen here tonight? Has one happened even?

Nailz: Not that I remember and my memory is better than most. I'm like that chick on Unforgettable, is it wrong to mention shows not on The Food Network? Hmm...

Manhattan White begins to get to his feet as Phil Atkens comes in and lifts a knee into the face of White. Atkens doesn't waste time and whips White across the ring, on the spring board from the ropes White dives off his feet into a Crossbody but Phil Atkens drops to the mat and misses the arial move. Phil Atkens gets up quickly but Manhattan White is quick to get passed the missed Crossbody and as Phil Atkens comes in at him, Manhattan White lifts off his hands and knees right into a Spear that plows Phil Atkens into the midsection.

Manhattan White is up and roaring as he slams fists into his own chest. He circles Atkens on the canvas and as "The Unfortunate" Phil Atkens gets up to his feet, Manhattan White gets behind him and goes to hit a reverse hiptoss on Atkens but Atkens slips out of the move. The two of them turn to each other, Phil Atkens ducks down and scoops up White's legs, pulling them out from under him. White lands on his back and Phil Atkens quickly slaps on a Figure Four Leg lock. Manhattan White is dead in the center of the ring and begins to thrust and squirm to break free but has nowhere to go and eventually is forced to tap out and the referee calls for the bell.

Stenfelder: By Submission, Your Winner! "The Unfortunate" PHIL ATKENS!!!

Beckett: A very good Submission Finish by Phil Atkens!! He is earning his place in APW with this victory tonight!

Nailz: ....No nut shot but I guess the match was alright..

Phil Atkens music plays throughout the arena as he gets to his feet and looks down at his opponent before raising his own arm in victory. He leaves the ring as the camera cuts to a Commercial about an upcoming Episode of Iron Chef.

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Stenfelder: The following is our MAIN EVENT and it is scheduled for One Fall! Introducing first, he is the APW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION and come to us from HOUSTON, TX! He is "The Influence" JASON KAASSHH!!

As the theme for Monday Night Football begins to play and the rap beat merges in and begins to thump, pulsing the heads of fans filling the arena, Jason Kash steps out from the back as the music spills out vibrating the arena as fans get to their feet. His World Title safetly wrapped around his waist as he steps to the center of the Entrance Ramp. Kash leans forward and slaps the metal stage three quick taps and then puts his two fingers to his mouth, hits the "Air Joint" as do all his fans.

Two puffs and his arms shoot up above him as the fans let out a chant of "LIGHT. IT.UP". Kash heads to the ring, touching air joints with a few fans leaning over the guard railing. He gets to ringside, pulls off the APW World Heavyweight Title and leaps up, feet landing onto the ringside apron. He dips into the ropes and throws his World Title and Arms into the air as he stands to the center of the ring. Handing the belt to the referee, he waits for the bell.

Stenfelder: His Opponent, he is the 2012 SURVIVE & CONQUER WINNER! He hails from Brixton, London, England!! He is "THE BRITISH YOUTH" ALIOTH STAARRREE!!!!

Alioth comes to the entry way as the trickling sound ascends into Edward Shearmur's 'Grand Central'. Lights fill the ceiling as the stars in the night sky and Starre then walks along the aisle toward the ring. He climbs the small staircase into the ring and there he awaits his opponent, or the match to follow.

Nailz: This is a very big match for both Asylum and Jason Kash!

Beckett: Yes even though he is our Current World Champion, Jason Kash has the chance to beat the man who won Survive & Conquer and that would be a monsterous deal.

Nailz: Alioth Starre is signed to Asylum now and with a victory here, he could be on a very short path to getting a World Title Shot! These are the matches I joined this business to call!

They circle each other after the bell. Neither wanting to act too soon and make a mistake, both studying their movements and facial expressions. Kash charges in and they lock up, Kash push walking Starre back into the ring ropes. He releases the grapple and delivers a rapid shot to Starre's kidney section. Starre pushes Kash back, spins and connects with a Spinning back fist to Kash's cheek. Kash drops to a knee but pops back up as Alioth Starre cracks the Champion in the mouth with a beautiful Superkick that does drop Kash instantly. The crowd begins clapping, showing their approval for the excellent beginning to this match.

Starre flips forward trying to connect with a flipping legdrop but Kash rolls out of the way. They both hurry to their feet, Kash rushes in and blasts Starre in the mouth with a big left hand. Starre comes back with a returning right hand and they begin to go back and forth, trading punch for punch, shot for shot. The crowd begins to get behind each shot as it lands as they make chants of "LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT" and Kash breaks a smile as he swirls around and goes for his "Money Shot" Rolling Elbow but Alioth Starre ducks it, lifts a knee into Kash's stomach and drops him quickly with a Snap DDT.

Beckett: Alioth Starre with a well executed DDT on the Champ!

Nailz: The fans seem undecided on who they want to win this match, biased bunch of bastards! They'll probably go with whoever wins the match.

Alioth Starre hurries and dips out through the ropes onto the ring apron but climbs up onto the top turnbuckle. He points down at Kash who is laid out on his back groaning, barely moving around. Starre comes off the top ropes, gliding in a backflip as he goes for his Shooting Star Press but Kash gets to his feet at the same moment that Starre leaves the turnbuckle. Starre comes down on his feet, barely keeping his balance but turns around as Kash comes spinning in and cracking Starre with a "Money Shot" rolling elbow.

The smack is heard in the nose bleed section of the arena and Kash falls forward with a Head to Head Falling Headbutt. Kash gets on his hands and knees and begins to drill Starre in the side of his head with repeated Knees. The referee comes in to check on Alioth Starre and he manages to get his feet to the bottom rope nearby, the referee pushes Kash off of Starre.

Getting up, Kash pulls Alioth to his feet as well. Kash goes to whip Starre across the ropes but Starre counters it and whips Kash instead. As Kash hits the ropes and turns back towards Starre, Kash is met with another Superkick that stuns him in place before he crumbles down to the canvas. Alioth Starre drags Kash away from the ropes and drops to make the cover. The Referee slaps the mat as he falls to the mats.

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Alioth hurries to his feet and steps over to Kash's feet to attempt his "Four Star Mary" Figure Four Leglock but Kash shoves him off and rolls onto his stomach to get up. Starre jumps up and drives a falling knee into Kash's side, Starre stands up again, pulling Kash up with him. Wanting to drain Kash more, Alioth applies an Abdominal Stretch but Kash hiptosses him.

Starre doesn't land on his back from the hiptoss but lands perfectly on his feet. With his back to Kash, Kash quickly snatches Starre up, hooking his arms behind him and pulling him over into a Tiger Suplex. Kash releases the suplex and doesn't shoot for the bridging pin version of the move and Starre lands on his neck and shoulders, folded over like a sitting sack of potatos. Kash turns on his stomach on the canvas and pushes Starre onto his side.

He doesn't look to cover his opponent, instead Kash gets up to his feet and looks around at the crowd. The majority of the crowd applauds the Champion as he slams open palms against his own chest. He puffs on his Air Joint a few times as Alioth Starre begins to move around and climb to his feet. Kash comes up quickly from behind and once again grabs Starre from behind. He goes to slam Starre with a Lifting Reverse DDT but Starre flips over Kash's shoulder and drops to the canvas, putting Kash down with a falling Reverse DDT of his own.

Nailz: Everything they throw at each other it seems the other counters or survives it.

Beckett: Both of these men have the tools to survive as both showcased during the Survive & Conquer Pay-Per-View! This is a great Main Event to have first Asylum back from that event!

Alioth Starre pulls himself up inside the corner of the ring. Kash on his back begins to sit up when his eyes catch sight of Alioth Starre coming right at him. Starre leaps off his feet and Missle Dropkicks Kash as he full sits up on the canvas. Starre doesn't take a second to wait after he connects and hurries up to his feet. He pretty much runs up the turnbuckle nearby, and hits a Moonsault off the top rope and lands clean across Kash's midsection.

Spit flies from Kash's mouth and he begins to breath very heavily as Alioth Starre gets up, pulling Kash to his feet with him. Starre pulls Kash in, bending him forward and hooking his leg to hit a Fisherman Suplex but Kash throws a few short hooks into Starre's side and he drops Kash's leg. Kash lifts Starre up and brings him down with a huge Atomic Drop. As Starre stands there, knees buckled together, Kash hits Starre with a Exploder T-Bone Suplex Release.

Both men on the canvas take their time getting up off their backs. They both get to their knees, they are facing each other and begin to trade shots again. Remaining on their knees, each blow tilts them as Kash's almost healed wound from S&C begins to bleed after a few shots from Starre. Kash lifts a forward Elbow in an uppercut like motion catching Starre off guard and dazed. Kash begins walking on his knees into a circle as if he is spinning around to hit another "Money Shot". The fans laugh at his attempt to connect but he can't make it in a full circle before Starre leaps straight up from his knees, to his feet and delivers a sick and solid thudding kick to the back of Kash's head.

Beckett: OH WHAT A SHOT FROM STARRE!! THAT HAD TO HURT!

Nailz: I think Kash has a Head Rush and it's not the kind he might have hoped for...

Beckett: Shots like that give you high like effects, he might be trippin right now as he lays face first on the mat!

Starre looks down at Kash who is motionless. He rolls Kash over onto his back and is hesitant to just make the cover attempt. He turns and looks at the nearby turnbuckle and the fans erupt in cheers. Alioth Starre walks, climbs through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckle from the ring apron. He has one foot on the very top buckle and looks into the ring at his opponent.

Starre steps up and keeps his balance high up above where Kash lies. Alioth Starre leaps off the top rope, smoothly transfering himself back into a Shooting Star Press and his body collides with Kash's as he grabs Kash's leg, hooking it and keeping himself on top of his opponent. The referee drops and makes the exciting count.

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Nailz: Can you call this an upset? The Winner of Survive & Conquer has beaten our World Heavyweight Champion!! WHAT A MATCH!!

Beckett: I'm sure these two would be willing to have another match after they see this later tonight. This was entertaining and shows great potential for Alioth Starre in APW!

Stenfelder: WINNER VIA PINFALL, "THE BRITISH YOUTH" ALLIIOOTHH STAARRREE!!!!

"Grand Central" blarts once again throughout the arena as Alioth Starre rises to his feet for the last time in the match. The referee raises his arm in victory and the fans are clearly behind him winning the match. Jason Kash begins to get up, using the ropes for a crutch and the Ring Announcer hands Kash his belt through the ropes. He stands up and flops the belt over his shoulder to regain his composure as he turns to where he finds Alioth standing in front of him.

Starre has his hand stuck out at Kash, offering him his hand in respect. Kash hears the fans cheer, some chants of "SHAKE HIS HAND" begin but Kash doesn't need to think about it. He grabs Starre's hand and shakes it, Kash even raises the man's arm one more time in victory.

The celebration is interrupted by the sound of "Never Gonna Give You Up/Smells Like Teen Spirit," as Asylum General Manager Reginald Schmidt makes his way out onto the stage with a mic in hand.

Reginald: Ladies and gentlemen, it was advertised that tonight we would find out who would be the #1 Contender for Jason Kash's APW World Heavyweight Championship at RassleMania, and I am out here right now to make good on that promise!

The fans get a loud "Starre! Starre! Starre!" chant going.

Nailz: It's obvious that these fans want to see this match up again, and I don't blame them! It was a very exciting contest here tonight between Allioth Starre and Jason Kash!

Beckett: I wouldn't mind seeing it again!

In the ring, Kash looks at Starre and nods his head in agreement with the fans.

Reginald: Now I'm not going to drag this out any longer than I need to, so at RassleMania VIII, it will be Jason Kash defending the APW World Heavyweight Championship against
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Nailz: Who's it going to be!?

Reginald: JOHNNY KNUCKLES!

The crowd boos loudly, disappointed that it wasn't Starre who was named the #1 Contender. Both Kash and Starre stand in the ring, both with looks of confusion on their face as "Survival of the Sickest" blares over the speakers and Johnny Knuckles makes his way out onto the stage. Reginald offers Knuckles a handshake, but the #1 Contender just looks towards the ring, smiling as he does the belt motion with his hands around his waist.

Nailz: What a shocking announcement from Reginald Schmidt here tonight! I thought for sure Allioth Starre was going to get the nod, especially considering his victory here tonight!

Beckett: This is yet another time I don't agree with our General Manager! Maybe we'll get an explanation in two weeks, maybe we won't!

Nailz: Well folks, that's all the time we have for you tonight! I really wish we could get to the bottom of these developments right now, but hopefully we'll get some answers on the next action packed edition of APW Asylum! We'll see you then!

Asylum fades to black.