Asylum 3/11 Dallas, Texas

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Ida Marie's “Bad Karma” plays over the speakers as Asylum comes on the air. The fans are on their feet, displaying their signs proudly.

Nailz: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to APW Asylum on the Food Network! We are two short weeks away from RassleMania VIII, and this is the last stop on the way there!

Beckett: We have a huge night of action, as we'll see who joins Team Asylum after the sudden depature of Alyssa Casteele. Odin Balfore battles Billy Pepsi to see who joins the team!

Nailz: Also, we're one step closer to crowning a new Tap Out Champion, because at RassleMania, the three men remaining in the Tap Out Challenge will battle for the belt over the course of two matches. We already know that Jason “Bacon” Andrews will be participating in the first match, later tonight, we'll find out who gets a first round bye, and a huge advantage as Anthony “The Promise” Bailey faces Chaz Dillinger!

Beckett: And in our Main Event, the three remaining members of Team Asylum will take on three of the top contenders for titles at 'Mania as Alioth Starre, Isamu Suzuki, and Matt Matlock face off against the team of Julius Farquhar, Rico Casteel, and the #1 Contender for the APW World Heavyweight Championship, Johnny Knuckles!

Nailz: Don't forget that Johnny Knuckles will also be confronting his opponent at RassleMania, the APW World Heavyweight Champion Jason Kash, in that very ring tonight!

The arena lights fade to a dim blue and “Spaceman,” by The Killers, hits the speakers! The fans are booing at the top of their lungs as Biggs, although a lot of the boos turn to cheers as the Studmuffins appear from backstage, following their manager down to the ramp. Biggs has his ring gear on, as well as his spiffy jacket with the feathers on the shoulders, and his signature shades.

Nailz: Well we know that the Tag Team Champions are participating in the opening contest tonight, but why are they coming out to Biggs' music!?

Biggs slingshots himself over the top rope and calls for a mic as the lights come back on. There's a loud “STUDMUFFINS! STUDMUFFINS!” chant going on, which Biggs lets die down before he speaks.

Biggs: Last week, I challenged the APW Undisputed Champion C.J. Gates to a match in this very ring. He showed himself to be the coward I know he is by not responding to my challenge. The reason I challenged him is because I hold him specifically responsible for the fact that I am not in the Main Event of this year's RassleMania due to his actions in our match at Christmas Chaos back in December. Now for those of you who have really bad memories, it was in that match that C.J. Gates tossed me over the ropes, and I landed face first into the ramp, suffering a concussion in the process. Since then, I have had to put my in-ring career on hold. While I have helped my clients, The Studmuffins, attain success by winning and defending the APW Tag Team Championships, now that I have been cleared to wrestle again by my doctors, I want nothing more than to have a chance at revenge against C.J. Gates! So C.J., if you have the guts...

At this point, “Stunning” Stan Everdeen interrupts Biggs.

Stan: Woah! Wait a minute, boss! Sr. Guapo and I have been talking about it all week, and we don't think it's smart for you to be rushing into a match with C.J. Gates so soon. I mean, the doctor that you went to wasn't your normal doctor.

Biggs is seething at this point, obviously upset with Stan for interrupting him.

Biggs: I was just getting a second opinion! People go to other doctors all the time!

Sr. Guapo: It was an HMO doctor! They suck! He just told you what you wanted to hear so that you would pay him dinero!

Stan: Really, Biggs, we don't think you should be goading C.J. like this! We care about you, man. We only want what's best for you!

Biggs: I'm perfectly fine! I can fight C.J.! I need to fight C.J.!

Sr. Guapo: No, you don't.

At this point, both The Studmuffins grab each of Biggs' arms and try to force him out of the ring. Biggs is kicking and screaming, yelling at them to let him go. Just as they're about to get him out of the ring, “Never Gonna Give You Up/Smells Like Teen Spirit” hits the speakers, and Asylum General Manager Reginald Schmidt makes his way out onto the stage!

Reginald: Stop it right there, misters! Now Studmuffins, I know you're just looking out for your manager, and that is comendable. But the fact remains that he did turn in a note from a doctor saying that he is cleared to wrestle. So please, let him go and leave the ring this once.

The Studmuffins just shake their heads, and let go of Biggs. Sr. Guapo just stands there in silence with a concerned look on his face, while Stan puts a hand on Biggs' shoulder.

Stan: You don't have to do this, y'know.

Biggs just pushes Stan's hand off, and the Studmuffins exit the ring, heading up the ramp with dejected looks on their faces. Reginald pats Sr. Guapo on the back as they pass him on the stage. Once the Studmuffins are backstage, Reginald turns back towards Biggs in the ring, who's grinning from ear to ear.

Reginald: And Biggs, I know that you came out here tonight with the intent of making C.J. Gates look bad once again by having him “no show” an impromtu match for a show he's not even scheduled to be on. So I took the liberty of inviting none other than C.J. Gates to tonight's show! Come on out for your match, C.J.!

The fans explode as “Shooting Star” by Black Stone Cherry begins to play. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out of the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and his“Go Big or Go Home” T-shirt, and he has the APW Undisputed title around his waist. He bounces around at the entrance a bit before moving towards the ring, bouncing to the beat.

Nailz: What a way to start off Asylum, with the APW Undisputed Champion!

Beckett: We don't get to see C.J.Gates in the Asylum very often!

Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before springing to his feet and climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He looks out at the fans before he unclasps the Undisputed title and raises it up in the air to a loud chorus of cheers from the fans. He climbs back down and removes his cowboy hat and carefully hands it off, before removing his t-shirt.

Nailz: This is the first time these two have met since Christmas Chaos in December!

C.J. Gates and Biggs stand toe-to-toe in the ring, glaring at one another. The fans are on their feet, cheering as loud as they can. The two glare at one another, the tension palpable as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

C.J. Gates vs. Biggs

Biggs starts things off with some wild swings at C.J., and the champ responds in kind! Eventually, Biggs gets C.J. backed into the corner and stomps right into the knee of C.J. giving him an opening to unload on Gates with a flurry of punches and kicks! After wearing C.J. down with a relentless assault, Biggs pulls him out of the corner, grabs a hold of his head, and runs up the ropes, going for the Bigg Time! However, C.J. shoves Biggs off at the apex, sending him crashing into the turnbuckle! Biggs falls down hard on the back of his head, and holds it in pain as C.J. pulls him back up. C.J. pulls him to the center of the ring, and gives him the Stamp of Approval Double Arm DDT!

Beckett: Biggs took a nasty spill there, and the Stamp of Approval certainly couldn't help matters! He could be concussed again!

With Biggs still out of it, C.J. makes his way to the top rope and motions to the fans before leaping off with The Gatecrasher! He nails it, and hooks both legs as the fans count along, 1
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Winner: C.J. Gates

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, C.J. Gates!

The fans are going wild again as “Shooting Star” plays, and C.J. celebrates his win. The Studmuffins are back out at ringside, assisting Biggs out of the ring.

Nailz: Biggs learned tonight that you should be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it!

Beckett: An impressive victory for C.J. Gates heading into RassleMania, but still, I can't help but be worried the condition of Biggs!

C.J. continues his celebration, slapping fives with the fans as APW Asylum cuts to a commercial break.

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Asylum comes back from commercial break backstage, where medical personel are checking on Biggs. The Studmuffins are there with their manager, answering any and all questions that they are asked.

EMT: So you're saying that his medical note was a forgery?

Stan: As best as we can tell, yes. He told us he went to the doctors, but we called the place he told he went to, and they said there weren't any doctors there by that name.

EMT: He had no business being in that ring tonight. We're going to have to take him to the hospital for further evaluation.

At this point, Reginald pokes his head into the room.

Reginald: The way I see it, he got what was coming to him! You two still have your match right now!

The cameras cut back out ringside as The bells start to toll as "2 of Americas Most Wanted" by Tupac starts playing out walks Adam Young and right behind him is the SoCal Gangstas decked out in black t-shirts, black baggy pants, black boots. The fans are booing and hissing as the trio makes its way to the ring.

Stenfelder: Making their way to the ring first, accompanied by Adam Young, weighing in at a combined weight of 475 pounds, the team of Death and Disorder, The SoCal Gangstas!

Beckett: The SoCal Gangstas are one of the four teams involved in the Four Team Elimination Match at RassleMania for the APW Tag Team Titles!

Nailz: These two made some rather inappropriate remarks regarding the sexuality of the Studmuffins, going so far as to hire look-alikes to try and implicate the Studs of being gay!

LMFAO's “Sexy and I Know It” plays as the lights start flashing alternately between yellow and pink, and The Studmuffins make their entrance dressed in leapord print trunks, vests, and white fedoras.

Stenfelder: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 495 pounds, from Miami, Florida, “Sr. Guapo” Armando Asante and “Stunning” Stan Everdeen!

They are as serious as a heart attack, and run right down the ring, sliding in beneath the ropes and attacking The SoCal Gangstas right off the bat!

Nailz: The Studmuffins are pissed off tonight! Not only did their manager suffer a major injury, but the SoCal Gangstas really pushed their buttons with their accusations!

Beckett: Ya think!? The Studmuffins aren't wasting any time taking to the SoCal Gangstas!

The Studs are just beating the living tar out of their opponents, and once Sr. Guapo tosses Death out of the ring and follows him, leaving just Stan and Disorder in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Non-Title Match
The Studmuffins (C) vs. The SoCal Gangstas

Stan beats Disorder down with some clubbing blows, while Sr. Guapo continues to beat down on Death outside the ring! For much of the early going of the match, the Studmuffins absolutely dominate, giving The SoCal Gangstas no chance for any offense whatsoever! Death eventually forces an opening by giving Stan a rake across the eyes, before going for a quick Belly-to-Belly Suplex!

Beckett: Finally the SoCal Gangstas get some semblence of offense going, because so far, this match has been all Studmuffins!

As the match continues, things go back and forth, but remain pretty even. The finish comes as Death has Sr. Guapo on the mat. He pulls him up and gives him a hard Spinebuster! He hooks the leg, but Stan is right in to break the count! This draws Disorder in, and the two teams begin to brawl again! The Studmuffins get the advantage, and Sr. Guapo whips Death hard into the corner! Stan then sends Disorder following right into him, and the two crash heads! Disorder falls to the mat, and Death falls right towards him as well, falling head first into Disorder's crotch! The fans laugh at the top of their lungs, and get a “THAT WAS GAY! THAT WAS GAY!” chant going! Stan drags Death to the middle of the ring, and pulls Disorder in position for for the Powerbomb of Manliness, gyrating before Powerbombing Disorder right into the downed Death! As Disorder weakly rolls off his partner, Sr. Guapo flies off the top rope with the Sexy Time Splash! He hooks both legs, 1
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Winners: The Studmuffins

“Sexy and I Know It” hits the speakers, and the Studmuffins finally begin to act like themselves, dancing in the ring as Adam Young pulls his clients out of the ring. The Studs continue to celebrate as Asylum cuts backstage.

The scene opens backstage at the location of Julius Farquhar’s ‘Tea Polling Station’. There are a variety of APW Megastar standing around drinking tea and having a chat including Johnny Knuckles, Mike Morrison and Donovan Caine. The camera pans across the scene and stops on the figures of Overdrive Champion Terry Marvin and Mr. Dangerous.

T-Marv: Right Mr. D, are you ready for this?

Mr. Dangerous: I must warn you Terry, I’m a pretty dangerous tea drinker.

T-Marv: We’ll see. Remember the rules: five cups of tea, the first man to quaff all his to a finish wins.

Mr. Dangerous: You got it!

T-Marv: We start when I say 'It's Showtime!'

Mr. Dangerous nods. A few people gather around and start cheering as soon as Terry says his catchphrase. The contest begins and two things emerge: T-Marv’s competitive streak and Mr. Dangerous’ extreme interpretation of quaffing, which consists of more tea going down his chin and body than down his throat. By the time T-Marv starts his third cup Mr. Dangerous is finishing his fourth. This is not something T-Marv is going to tolerate and he tackles Mr. Dangerous across the table spilling tea everywhere. T-Marv gets up and stomps all over Mr. Dangerous’ body, then he grabs a canteen of tea, emptying it all over Mr. Dangerous before walking off chuckling to himself.

At this point Julius Farquhar steps across and steps into the middle of the crowd.

Julius: Right then you scoundrels, clear off, the show is over. But don’t forget to vote Julius before you do.

The crowd start to disperse but not before Mike Morrison breaks into a sinister cackle. Julius turns to Manservant.

Julius: I wonder where Reginald could be. I thought he might have dropped by. Do me a favour Manservant, go and check out what’s happening at Phil Atken’s station.

Manservant walks off and the camera zooms in on the worried face of Julius Farquhar.

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Back in Texas but not at Asylum we cut away from the arena to a flawlessly clean, shiny white hospital ward at College Station General Hospital. Why're we there? Well that's where our hero Michael Callahan is. After taking a Comatose State both on its own and through a table, Steve Fukuyama has quite literally been left in a coma. This resulted in EMT's having to stretcher him out of the Tap Out Special. Though Callahan had remained at the show until the end of his match he immediately left the building afterwards to go to the hospital to join the man who took a metaphorical bullet for him. Since his arrival he has barely left if only to go to the gym to take his mind off things and to take care of extremely urgent business calls. Even now, six days later he's still there praying for his friend. He's also keeping a contact link for Steve's family, although this proves difficult for Callahan as he forgot what Steve's actual name is and the family themselves don't know who Callahan is.

In a dark room with little piercing beams of pure white moonlight flooding in through tiny slits in the hospital blinds Callahan is all but invisible as he kneels as Steve's bedside. It's 3AM and Callahan is absolutely restless. Deep in Christian worship, Callahan has been sat like this for several hours hoping that by appealing to God he can bring his friend and assistant out of a coma and avoid both a lawsuit and losing his assistant to any extended time off. Callahan's obsessively high levels of personal hygiene had been completely neglected for the past six days. Concern for his friend and mostly guilt meant Callahan put his ego aside completely and let himself go as he did everything he could to help out. His blazer jacket lay crumpled in a corner and his shirt and suit pants, the one he'd been wearing for the past six days were stained in places with sweat patches and crumpled. Callahan hasn't even bothered to shave with a thick layer of shadow forming on his face as a result.

After a few moments of silent praying, the sliding door to the ward opens and in walks his other assistant Vikki Lahm to try and dissuade him from further lamenting. She seeks to calm the man's nerves given that he's been silently praying for the best part of a week with a nothing short of erratic sleep pattern for the majority of it. Callahan doesn't have to turn his head to know who's disturbing him and the fact she has the audacity to interrupt his praying tugs at his nerves resulting in a snappy, sour response from the Suicidal Champion.

Michael Callahan: What do you want?

Vikki Lahm: We need to go, Callahan. We're going to be late for the show.

Michael Callahan: Forget the show, my best friend and colleague has been in a coma for six days and shows absolutely no signs of waking up anytime soon. Asylum can wait.

Vikki Lahm: Your best friend? You've known him for less than a fortnight. Don't be retarded.

Michael Callahan: This man made the pen-ultimate sacrifice for us Vikki. This man nearly lost his life at the hands of that ruthless mercenary Chris McKenzie and why? He did it to defend me. He knew as well as I do that my in-ring efforts are the bread and butter of our entire cause. He knew that if he took the bullet for me I'd be able to continue to fight for what's right, to fight for morality in wrestling. He sacrificed himself for me without thought. If that isn't the apex of what friendship is really all about then I don't know what is.

He pauses and turns to face her. His blood-shot eyes stare razor sharp daggers into her soul, a sharpness so deep she almost gasps in her response. She can't help but feel shuddering a dark chill as the solemn stare of The American Hero pierces her like a thousand broken glass shards driving into her skin.

Vikki Lahm: I...

Michael Callahan: If I hadn't been so reckless, so arrogant, so determined to build a legacy and fight a war against the system, Steve wouldn't be here right now. It is ENTIRELY my fault that he's in a coma right now and I feel absolutely awful because of it.

Vikki Lahm: You can't blame yourself for what McKenzie did. That's ludicrous.

Michael Callahan: I can't blame myself for Chris firing the gun but I can blame myself for drawing him into the firing line.

Callahan's self-pity infuriates the brunette who swings her arm out emphatically to say “No, Mr. Callahan. It's not your damn fault.” Her voice picks up in sternness and she too becomes more snappy and irritable.

Vikki Lahm: No, you can't. Steve knew what he was doing when he got into the ring and SLAPPED a man who's well known for dangerous and unpredictable behaviour. He made the sacrifice for your cause because he believed in you. This of all things should encourage you to fight harder. You need to go out and fight the battle you promised to the constituents. If you want to wage war against hardcore wrestling, you have to accept that there's going to be casualties. Sadly, Fukuyama paid a heavy price but he took one for the team so you could go out there swinging. You need to show everyone what Steve did wasn't in vain and rally support. You need to go out tonight, win your match and put the boot to McKenzie in time for Rasslemania.

Callahan takes a moment to process what Vikki's saying to him and when he finally does his solemn state fades into his subconscious and a smile replaces his upset demeanour. He stands up from his kneeling position and turns to face Vikki having taken on board her comments. His pearly whites glimmer in the dim orange glow of the lamp as he takes a step towards her having changed his mind on the situation completely.

Michael Callahan: Y'know what? You're right Vikki. You're absolutely right. However I CAN'T compete. I've already been taken out of the match. After Alyssa failed to hit me with her finisher, she cracked a rib or two and can't compete meaning it's now a 7 man tag match. When I rang in to say I didn't want to compete they jumped at the opportunity to cut me loose. They knew that putting me on any team was a guaranteed win, so to take me out of the contest when there was an advantage in my favour means that people actually watch the match because it's not predictable that I'm going to dominate. I'm actually bad for business in that respect, because I'm such a dominating athlete. It's made up for in my endless levels of charisma and ability though.

Callahn pauses and starts to think about what he can do to continue his progress in the creation of Pro Era and bringing about a change in attitudes towards wrestling on the Asylum brand. After some calculated brainstorming he finally comes up with a master plan, a bullet proof answer. It's time for a pledge drive. Vikki is disappointed that Callahan can't compete as truthfully she quite likes watching him wrestle but when he gets that “lightbulb above the head” smirk he gets when he's thought of something brilliant her face lights up too.

Michael Callahan: I know what I can do. If I'm going to wage war, I'm going to need more soldiers on my side for this... re emergence of traditional wrestling. The Traditional Restoration Initiative... Yeah, that sounds good... I'm going to go tonight and speak to someone I've had in mind for a while who I think will be more than happy to join forces. See if I can't sway him to the winning team... Politic his keister off like only I know how!

Vikki Lahm: That's the spirit! Let's go kick some ass!

Michael Callahan: Oh and one more thing?

Callahan gently puts a hand to Vikki's cheek, a soft, assuring hand stroking her slowly. It's a simple yet powerful gesture which thrusts Vikki's mind through a warp drive of powerful different emotions, especially with Callahan being so vulnerable at the moment. He gazes at her with sincere and tired yet passionate eyes that resonate powerful and stimulating emotions through the inner sanctums of her soul. She quakes a little as his touch and their proximity, waiting for some fleeting moment to pass by...

Michael Callahan: Thanks...

And then he lets go leaving Vikki in a state of awe struck shock as Callahan walks away in the distance. He sniffs his arm pit as he goes and recoils in disgust, audibly muttering “Gross” under his breath but that doesn't destroy the romanticism of the moment for Vikki who's still unsure of how to respond. She quickly shakes her head putting her thoughts of mind before following Callahan out of the hospital leaving Fukuyama to recover. Asylum's an hours drive away but in College Station it's 4AM and there's plenty of time to get there. With the Traditional Restoration Initiative a clear thought in Callahan's head, who's going to be the man who he seeks to recruit? Find out later tonight.

Asylum cuts back out ringside, where Jason "Bacon" Andrews is already in the ring. '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.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 192 pounds, from Glasgow, Scotland, "The Unfortunate" Phil Atken! And his opponent, already in the ring, Jason "Bacon" Andrews!

Nailz: We saw before the break Julius Farquhar's half of the Tea Poll Party. What a rivalry has been brewing between Farquhar and Atken, if you'll pardon my pun!

Beckett: I won't pardon your pun, but I will say that I hope Phil and Julius will tie up in the ring at RassleMania!

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

"The Unfortunate" Phil Atken vs. Jason "Bacon" Andrews

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Andrews offers Atken a handful of Bacon, but Atken just slaps it out of his hands before dropping Bacon with an Axe Handle right between the eyes! As Bacon's on the mat, Atken quickly shoves some bacon right into Bacon's mouth before applying the Figure Four Leg Lock! Bacon looks to be choking on the bacon! Combine that with the Figure Four, and he has no choice but to Tap Out! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Phil Atken[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by submission, "The Unfortunate" Phil Atken!

Nailz: A quick win for Atken tonight!

Beckett: Bacon should have known better than to offer Atken some bacon! Does he think Atken would actually accept something so unhealthy!?

Atken gets his arm raised in victory as Asylum cuts backstage.

Jack Spade is standing backstage with microphone in hand. Billy Pepsi walks up to him with his signature dopey grin.

Jack Spade: Can I help you?

Billy Pepsi: Aren't you the guy to see if I want to do an interview?

Jack Spade: Of course, and who might you be?

Billy Pepsi: Ha, you're a funny guy.

Billy smiles and waits for recognition, but Spade just stares blankly at him.

Billy Pepsi: I'm Billy. Billy Pepsi.

Still no reaction from Spade.

Billy Pepsi: Come on, you know, Pepsi Party.

Spade still stares blankly, with a somewhat irritated expression.

Billy Pepsi: I'm the guy who's fighting Odin Balfore, for a spot on team Asylum at Rasselmania.

Jack Spade: I know who you are.

Billy Pepsi: Well why didn't you say something?

Jack Spade: I was trying to figure out what you're doing here.

Billy Pepsi: I want to do an interview.

Jack looks at a clip board. He scans through a couple of pages of paper, then shakes is head.

Jack Spade: Sorry, you're not on my list for today.

Billy Pepsi: What are you talking about?

Jack Spade: I only interview the people production tells me to. If your not on my list you don't get an interview.

Billy Pepsi: Oh come on. Please.

Jack Spade: No!

Billy Pepsi: But, I'm new here and the people need to know who's going to be representing this brand at Rasselmania. Come on, do it for the people.

Billy puts on a pouty face. Spade's irritation level rises.

Jack Spade: Fine, if I do this will you walk away and promise to never bug me again?

Billy Pepsi: Cross my heart, and hope to die.

Jack Spade: Fine, make it quick Billy.

Billy leaps with delight. He pulls out some 3x5 cards and places them on Spade's clipboard.

Billy Pepsi: Here, I took the liberty of writing some questions for you, so we can keep the interview on point.

Spade looks down at the cards and rolls his eyes. He then raises his mic and looks at the camera.

Jack Spade: Jack Spade here along with Asylum new comer Billy Pepsi. Tonight Billy has an opportunity to earn a spot on Team Asylum at Rasselmania. Now Billy, how do you respond to the rumors that the members of Team Asylum are less than thrilled with the prospect of having you on their team?

Billy Pepsi: Hey, that's not the question you were supposed to ask.

Jack Spade: Just answer the question.

Billy Pepsi: Well, I think they would all be thrilled to team up with me.

Jack Spade: Then why did Matt Matlock call you retarded.

Billy Pepsi: Cause Matt Matlock is a big fat jerkface, who got lucky the last time we faced off.

Jack Spade: Or maybe he just knows that he's superior to you in every way.

Billy Pepsi: This isn't the way this interview was supposed to go. You were supposed to ask me how Odin Balfore was going to be able to stand up to my pure awesomeness.

Jack Spade: My interview, my rules.

Billy throws his hands up in the air.

Billy Pepsi: Fine then. I didn't want to do this stupid interview anyways.

Billy charges off. On his way he trips over a garbage can. Everyone watching bursts out laughing. Billy stands up embarrassed and yells out.

Billy Pepsi: It's not funny! This is just like high school all over again.

Billy runs away. Spade shakes his head and laughs.

Jack Spade: It's so fun to mess with amateurs.

Nailz: We'll see Billy Pepsi vs. Odin Balfore to determine the fourth member of Team Asylum after the break!

APW Asylum cuts to commercial.

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The Asylum Grand Tea Party Poll continues, this time in the Phil Atken camp. Phil Atken and Dirk Dickwood are found in their booth with rather large mugs of tea that Phil appears to be pouring a metric ton of sugar into. Dirk continues to caution him on this method but it appears to feel on deaf ears. The constant campaigner Mr. Michael Callahan slowly approaches the booth, Dirkwood kindly offers him a mug as Atken rolls his eyes at Callahan's very appearance. Callahan holds up his mug towards the camera and speaks.

Callahan: I participate in this experiment not for my love of tea but rather because I cherish democracy wherever I may find it...

If you could describe how much Phil's eyes are rolling, it would probably be “detached”. Callahan takes a quick swig of the mug Dirk handed him and begins what could be best described as a “wine tasting session”. The session however doesn't last for long as Callahan spits out the tea all over Dirk Dickwood's lovely pink silk shirt.

Dickwood: YOU BASTARD! I PAID MONEY FOR THIS!

Callahan: Sorry, as much as I love democracy in action, I'm really more of a coffee man.

Callahan tries to go in to give Dirk a re-assuring pat on the back but is met with Dirk “pulling out the dukes”. This is followed by Dirk challenging Callahan to something called a “square go” but before it can go any further, Atken drags Dirk away, leaving Callahan completely bewildered at what just happened.

The scene cuts backstage to David Fireson and Isamu Suzuki, with Isamu preparing for the main event later on in the night.

David: So are we on the same page? Are you going to put your heart into this match at Rasslemania?

Isamu nods as he works on lacing up his boots.

David: That's good, because now that Alyssa is hurt, you have to fight for both of you.

Isamu: But Mr. Schmidt has already arranged for a replacement in the 8-man match.

David: Yes, I read the cards, too. But you know how much she was looking forward to planting her foot in asses, so you've got to hold up her part of the bargain as well as yours, and prove how dominant Team Asylum would have been with Alyssa on the team.

Isamu nods again as he finishes lacing up his boots.

Isamu: I'm going to prove, tonight and at Rasslemania, that I am here to compete, and that I am here to stay.

The scene cuts away.

Adam: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and the winner will be added to team Asylum at Rasslemania

The cheesy 80's riffs of "You're The Best" by Joe Esposito hit. Billy jogs down to the ring grinning like a doofus.

Adam: Introducing first, from Happy Valley Newfoundland Canada, he is BILLY PEPSI

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.

“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.

Adam: And his opponent, from Houston Texas. Weighing in at 340 pounds, ODIN BALFORE

The fans pop insanely 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 stepping over the ropes. Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumph. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part. Odin stares down his opponent as he waits for the match to get underway.

Billy Pepsi Vs Odin Balfore

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Both men lock up and Odin shoves Billy to the mat. Billy gets up and they lock up again, and again, Odin shoves Billy to the mat. Billy gets up and this time ducks the lock up and starts hitting Odin with kicks to the legs. Odin is able to catch one of the kicks and then almost takes Billy’s head off with a clothesline. Odin lifts Billy up and Headbutts him. Billy stumbles back to the corner. Odin hits him with some knee’s to the mid section followed by a back elbow to the jaw. Odin throws Billy to the opposite corner. Odin runs and Billy gets out of the way and Odin hit’s the corner chest first. Billy grabs Odin and takes him down with a Russian leg sweep.

Nailz: Odin is almost twice the size of Billy Pepsi. I’m surprised that Billy was able to take this big man down.

Beckett: Hold on a second, who’s that coming down to the ring.

Just then, Chris Hart, Donovan Caine, Warren Peace and Yarmouth make their way down to the ring. They get to ringside and they just stand there, watching the match. Billy ignores him as he goes back to work on Odin, by lifting him up, taking him to the corner and gives him a few chops before climbing up and punching him, and the crowd count each punch. 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8... Odin grabs Billy, takes him out of the corner tosses him in the air and Billy comes down, chin first into the top turn buckle. Odin then grabs him and sends him into the ropes, giving him a big boot.

Nailz: I bet Billy is thinking if anyone got the number of that truck.

Beckett: Pepsi is seeing stars here.

Just then, from the back comes running out Matt Matlock, Isamu Suzuki and Alioth Starre. They start attacking team APW from behind. The two teams are brawling and this distracts Odin. He turns his attention to the brawl and then Billy Pepsi sneaks up and rolls Odin up in a school boy from behind.
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Winner: Billy Pepsi[/center]

Nailz: Billy Pepsi will be the 4th member of team APW.

Beckett: Uh-oh. Looks like team Overdrive has the upper hand.

Team Overdrive is now dominating the brawl. All 7 men are close to each other outside the ring and Billy Pepsi ignores his celebration and goes to the top rope and Billy comes off with a 450 splash, landing on top of everyone, sending them all to the mat. The Asylum faithful chant “That was awesome”.

Nailz: Billy just took one for the team and it paid off.

Beckett: Overdrive doesn’t know what their getting into here.

Both teams continue to brawl and then backstage officials come running out, separating the two teams.

Nailz: They don’t want to wait till Rasslemania.

Beckett: Let them go at it now!

Officially continue to keep both teams separated as we go to commercial.

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We’re backstage again with everyone’s favourite tea-slurper, the ‘Quintessentially English’ Julius Farquhar. He’s cleared up the mess left from the earlier carnage, and now he is angling for punters.

Julius: Come and get your tea here! Proper English tea, the only place you’ll get it.

There is a huge amount of gravitas attached to the stall when APW World Heavyweight Champion Jason Kash struts.

Kash: Hey Farq, I heard you was giving away some kind of herbal remedy. You know me, always pokin’ were there’s tokin’. I’ll take a sample of your finest green.

Julius: We’re not serving green tea on this stall, only the finest Quintessentially English black tea.

Kash: Tea? That’s not the kind of herbal remedy I’m after.

Kash makes to walk away, a look of disappointment on his face.

Julius: Wait a second! You’re here now, so you could at least give it a taste.

Kash thinks about it.

Kash: Sure, why not? I like to live dangerously.

Julius: Okay, you’ll need get yourself a cup from over there.

Julius points, Kash walks over and the camera pans with him. Kash walks back and the camera follows, Julius has his back to him. Kash coughs to get his attention.

Julius: Oh, here you go.

Julius pours Kash a cup of tea from the canteen. The World Heavyweight Champion takes a mouthful, swills it around, makes a face of horror then spits it out.

Kash: Ewww, gross! What the Farq! Are you SRRIOUS! You trying to poison me or what?

Julius looks perturbed, he pours a cup for himself, tastes and spits it out.

Julius: That’s disgusting!

Kash: No offense Farq, but I’ll let you British types keep the tea, I’ll stick to the herb I know and love.

Julius: But this is a fresh batch, I don’t understand.

HEE-HAW!

Is a sound that is heard off camera. Kash looks in that direction and the camera pans with him to reveal Johnny Knuckles hiding behind a corner waving a can of Donkey Punch.

Kash: Knuckles! You made me taste that donkey piss, you DA-OUUUSH!

Knuckles throws the can at Kash, but the champ ducks and gives chase after his rival. Julius is left alone looking crestfallen.

Julius: I hate Americans!

The scene fades.

“Charlie Big Potato” starts to blast through the PA System as the lights dim...a white spotlight circles the arena...in search of Frank Cannon, who is carrying a police baton and wearing athletic tape on his hands and blue jeans tucked into his combat boots. Frank is heading towards the ring making his entrance through the crowd.

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an Xtreme Rules Match!! There is no disqualification and pinfalls can count anywhere in the entire arena! Introducing first…hailing from South Boston, Massachusetts and weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds…”Ooolllddd Maaannn” Frrraaannnkkkk Caaannnooonnn!!!

“Monster” by Skillet hits the PA and the fans boo as “The Virus” Chris McKenzie makes his way to the ring. He has a sour look on his face as he heads straight down the ramp to the ring.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, all the way from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds…he’s the number one contender for the Suicidal Championship ”Thhheee Viirruusss” Chhrriiisss McKeeennnzzziiieee!!!!

Nailz: Chris McKenzie proved to the world that he was ready for Michael Callahan at Rasslemania VIII last week on Asylum! And Frank Cannon held onto his APW contract by the skin of his teeth as he came out victorious in the fatal four-way.

Beckett: Yes, and both men are hungry to make a name for themselves and continue to rise in the ranks here on Asylum. Both also had strong words for one another this past week as well so this match should be pretty interesting!!

Xtreme Rules Match
“The Virus” Chris McKenzie vs. “Old Man” Frank Cannon

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The bell rings and immediately Frank Cannon is clotheslined over the top rope to the outside of the ring by McKenzie!! McKenzie exits the ring and continues to go to work on Cannon! McKenzie irish whips Cannon head first into the ring post! McKenzie picks Cannon up and goes to irish whip him into the guardrail…NO!! Reversal and Chris McKenzie’s back goes crashing into the cold guardrail instead!! Cannon begins to nail McKenzie with a few stiff boxing jabs that brings McKenzie down to his knees! Cannon turns around and raises the ring apron. He pulls out a chair and turns back around towards McKenzie. Right before Cannon blasts McKenzie with the chair, McKenzie kicks Cannon in the midsection! Catching the chair in midair, McKenzie swings and nails Frank Cannon alongside his skull with the chair!!! Cannon goes crashing to the floor. He’s not down for long as McKenzie picks him up and begins to walk with him up the ramp. As blood begins to flow from the head of Frank Cannon, Chris McKenzie stops and lifts up him…snap suplex onto the ramp!!

Nailz: Wow!! That had to hurt big time!

Beckett: Yes, I can imagine! It looks like The Old Man has just been infected with The Virus.

As McKenzie goes to deliver a powerbomb to the bigger Cannon on top of the same chair he struck him with earlier, Cannon pulls out a miracle reversal and flips McKenzie on top of the chair!!! McKenzie’s back slams against the steel chair and he screams in pain!! Cannon begins to stomp away at the head of Chris McKenzie who is trying his best to keep rolling out of the way of those vicious boots. Cannon helps McKenzie up to his feet and grabbing his by his head, he locks on a tight headlock! The headlock quickly turns into a running bulldog!! Chris McKenzie’s head goes crashing right into the ramp! This one could be over in no time! Now both men are bleeding as the fans are now going crazy over all the brutality displayed here in this match so far! Cannon makes his way down the ramp and to the timekeeper’s table and grabs his police baton. This buys McKenzie some time to recover as he reaches into his tights and pulls out some brass knuckles and puts it on his right hand. As Frank returns near McKenzie with baton in hand, he’s unaware of the brass knuckles.

McKenzie now on his feet and he’s running towards Cannon. Before Cannon can hit him with the baton, McKenzie nails Cannon in the forehead with the brass knuckles!!! Not willing to give up, Frank Cannon fights to rise slowly to his feet. Chris McKenzie remains in a crouching position the entire time. Cannon up now on his feet and McKenzie charges towards Cannon…COMATOSE STATE!!! It seems unnatural the way Frank Cannon’s skull just bounced off of the ramp!! McKenzie drops down across Cannon and covers him for the pin.

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Stenfelder: Here is your winner, ”Thhheee Viirruusss” Chhrriiisss McKeeennnzzziiieee!!!!

“Monster” by Skillet by begins to blast through the PA system once more as a drained Chris McKenzie does all he can to raise his hands in victory. A few backstage workers come out to help The Old Man to his feet and take him backstage.

Nailz: If I were Michael Callahan right about now, I’d be trembling in every single ounce of my political garb! Chris McKenzie means serious business and it showed tonight!!

Beckett: I agree Nailz. Frank Cannon put up a good fight but he didn’t bring the right medicine to fend off “The Virus” Chris McKenzie. I cannot wait to see him and Callahan go toe to toe at Rasslemania VIII. It’ll be one for the books for sure!

Chris McKenzie slowly walks backstage to a couple of boos and as he approaches the curtain, he disappears behind it.

The Great Tea Poll continues to roll along down the winding Asylum road to Rasslemania, again we find ourself in camp Akten. Donovan Caine is just leaving the booth as Dirk continues to smile and wave him off.

Dickwood: That guy weirds me out.

Atken: May I remind you that it is your fault this is happening in the first place...

Just as Phil is about rant at his rather chunky agent, one half of the Martyrs of Madness, Mike Morrison rears his head at the Atken camp. Being the face of the Atken campaign, Dirk Dickwood is the obvious choice to offer him a mug of tea.

Dickwood: I hope this is to your satisfaction.

Mike snatches the mug from Dickwood's grasp and after carefully admiring it for a few brief seconds, smashes it against the wall with all his might. Morrison simply spends a few seconds admiring his work before walking away with a screeching laugh.

Atken: And you said Caine weirds you out...

Asylum heads to another commercial break.

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We come back from commercial to find ourselves backstage, where Chaz Dillinger is talking to his Executive of Mass Media, DeSean Covington.

Chaz Dillinger: Are you kidding me? Don’t worry about a damn thing, it’s going to be just like the first time he and I met in the ring. It’s going to be…

Something catches Chaz’s eye, and it’s obvious that he doesn’t like what he sees. The cameras pan out to find Anthony “The Promise” Bailey standing behind DeSean, chuckling to himself.

Chaz Dillinger: What? What!?!? Do you have a problem?

Anthony “The Promise” Bailey: Actually, no. I’ve got no problem with what you said.

Chaz Dillinger: Damn right, you don’t! And you can believe me when I say, it’s going to be the same exact result tonight!

Bailey chuckles.

Anthony “The Promise” Bailey: Is that right?

Chaz Dillinger: Yeah, that’s right!

Bailey looks at Chaz, then at DeSean. After sizing up the situation, he puts in his two cents…

Anthony “The Promise” Bailey: You know, maybe if you didn’t surround yourself with incompetent and moronic people, you might actually be a likable person. But wait… That’s kind of a stretch, isn’t it?

Chaz looks at DeSean, confused about how to take what Bailey has just said.

Chaz Dillinger: Wait, what in the hell do you mean by that? No, never mind! I don’t give a shit what you think! Bailey, it’s simple. I beat your ass a few weeks ago, and I’m going to beat your ass again tonight!

Anthony “The Promise” Bailey: We’ll see about that. I learned a few things about you, in our last encounter. This time, it should be a completely different match.

Chaz Dillinger: Yeah, you’re right! Because this time, I’m not going to wait so long to make your ass tap out!

Bailey chuckles once again, full of confidence and ready for war. He looks at Chaz in the eye, then turns his focus to DeSean. After a minute of studying DeSean, Bailey looks back at Chaz.

Anthony “The Promise” Bailey: You know… Not all black people are like this guy.

DeSean seems offended, looking at Chaz for back up. Chaz begins to speak, but Bailey puts his hand up, prematurely interrupting Dillinger.

Anthony “The Promise” Bailey: Some of us actually do have some common sense. See you in the ring, “brotha”.

The Promise chuckles to himself, making fun of Chaz’s accusations of Bailey’s “lack of education”. Anthony slowly walks away from Chaz and DeSean, and the scene fades back to ringside.

Nailz: And up next we have a little Rasslemania preview as one half of the Hometown Heroes, Jun Yao takes on one half of the Martyrs of Madness, Mike Morrison.

Beckett: Yao may not make it out of here with his pretty face in tact tonight.

Nailz: With that said, let's take it over to the introductions.

The camera zooms onto the ramp and Mike comes out with a wide eyed look on his face, he walks down casually with a cane he dances as if performing a swing number.

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from London, England, he is one half of the Martyrs of Madness... MIKE! MORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRISONNNNN!

Nailz: And there he is, cane in hand, he'll be looking to make a statement here tonight.

Beckett: If I was Jun Yao, I'd be forfeiting right here and right now and save myself for Rasslemania.

Nailz: Jun Yao may have the nickname Pretty Boy but he won't run from this fight!

When he enters the ring he throws the cane out to the crowd. And sits in the corner waiting for his opponent

The arena starts to flash the night club lights it seems that when coming out of the curtains is Jun Yao. Jun Yao stand on the top of the ramp with a slick smirk as he point to the back as Jasmine come out behind him. They both seem to have matching outfit it seems.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Jasmine, he is one half of the Hometown Heroes... JUN! YAAAAAAAAOOOOO!

Nailz: And Yao and Jasmine look rather fashionable here tonight in their matching outfits.

Beckett: Yeah, if this was a fashion show, he'd be miles ahead.

Jun Yao walks down to the ramp playing to the crowd along with Jasmine. Jun get to the bottom of the ramp and pop his collar as the girls of course scream he jump on to the apron and looked out towards the crowd with a huge grin as he take off his jacket and hand it over to Jasmine. Jun flip into the ring ready for action.

Mike Morrison vs. Jun Yao

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The bell rings and the match is immediately under way with a quick attack from Mike Morrison. Morrison launches himself towards Yao and slams him with all his might into the turnbuckle, Yao head smashes off the back off the turnbuckle and he crashes to the mat. For a few moments, Morrison continues on the top by mounting Yao and beginning to pummel on Yao with a flurry of punches. The referee ends up having to yank Morrison off of Yao but not before Morrison gets a few quick stomps in. Yao gets back up to his feet and is met with the exact same attack method as Morrison shows his hyper-aggressive side. This time however Jasmine manages to hook Morrisons leg allowing Yao to break free of the attack and get back up to a base. Jasmine lets go of the leg before the referee notices anything off-kilter.

Nailz: Amazing displays of aggression from Mike Morrison here tonight.

Beckett: I have to think we his tag partner in action later tonight that he's out to set the bar with this attack on Jun Yao right now.

Morrison goes for the third take down on Yao but Yao manages to dodge out of the way. As Morrison realigns himself, he finds himself getting taken down by a springboard dropkick my Yao, much to the delight of Jasmine on the outside. Yao jumps on the ropes again and looks to nail the downed Morrison with a springboard moonsault by Morrison manages to roll out of the way sending Yao crashing to the mat. As Yao picks himself back up from the ground, Morrison is poised and waiting and drop Yao with The Madness Effect. Morrison is quick to the hook the leg for the cover.

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Stenfelder: Here is your winner... MIKE! MORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRISONNNNNN!

Nailz: An impressive display from Morrison here tonight.

Beckett: He's proved that he's ready for Rasslemania but Jun Yao may need a few more training sessions before the big Tag Title Four Way.

Asylum cuts to commerical as Morrison gets his arm raised in the ring.

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Once again we’re backstage with Julius Farquhar. His tea stand is still going stro...well it’s still going, and he’s made a new batch of what he believes will be the winning tea. As we rejoin him Julius is standing by chatting to Keaton Saint, possibly about being British, or maybe Julius is merely recommending a hair cut for the Overdrive Megastar. There are a few others standing by too including firefly Mike Morrison, who is playing some sort of game with Mr. Dangerous and Manservant involving empty tea cups. The scene evolves when ‘The American Hero’ and self-proclaimed ‘Duly Elected Representative’ Michael Callahan brings his pompousness to proceedings.

Callahan: Waiter! Excuse me, I’d like some tea.

Julius leaves Keaton Saint and walks over to Callahan with an insincere grin.

Julius: Ah, Mr. Callahan, so good of you to drop by.

Julius hands Callahan a cup of tea.

Julius: I hope you will bear in mind the close links between American republicanism and English conservatism when you make your decision. Also, I should not have to remind you that the Scots are a rebellious lot with a pernicious tendency towards socialism.

Callahan shudders at the mention of the ‘S’ word, a doctrine of evil in his mind no doubt. Callahan takes a gulp of the tea, swills it around vigorously, then cocks his head back and spits the contents behind him.

Callahan: Totally disgusting!

: You’re bloody right it is!

Callahan turns around slowly and the camera pans with him to reveal former APW Undisputed Champion and darling of the APW crowd, the one and only fantabulous Sally Talfourd.

Sally: You!

Sally gives Callahan a look that could result in ten first-degree murders.

Callahan: Uh, uh...I...uh...

Sally: I just bought these shoes you ignoramus, and now they’re ruined.

Callahan backs away and regains his composure.

Callahan: What the Hell were you doing standing behind me, stalking me or something. You’re lucky I don’t take out a restraining order against you and file a complaint for sexual harassment.

Sally: I bet you dream of such things, don’t you pervert! Too bad no self-respecting woman would go within thirty feet of a creep like you.

Callahan tries to avert his eyes, but Sally continues to bore a hole through him.

Sally: By the way Mister Callahan, you owe me a pair of shoes.

Julius tries to intervene to break the tension.

Julius: Why don’t we all just calm down and talk about this over a nice, refreshing cup of tea.

Sally doesn’t take her eyes off Callahan but spits back her response.

Sally: GET LOST FARQUHAR!

Julius backs away with his hands raised.

Julius: Okay, but don’t forget to vote Julius.

Julius backs out of the shot and the camera zooms in on the stare down between Sally Talfourd and Michael Callahan.

Like an unending nightmare, the poll of all them thar teas continues on Asylum, finding itself once more in Camp Atken, who were having a rather troubling night. Dirk Dickwood had already been drenched in tea and the remains of the smashed mug that Mike Morrison had so kindly provided were still sitting nearby the polling station. This time around Camp Atken found itself in the company of one Terry Marvin, hip flask in his hand.

Marvin: You guys don't mind if I add a little scotch to this, do ya?

Dickwood: Well actually, the rules of the competition forbid foreign substances such as alcohol to invade of precious tea. That could lead to us being disqualified from this noble race!

Marvin: I won't tell if you don't.

Well Dirk and Terry continue to argue over proper competition etiquette with regards to adding scotch to a mug of tea, Phil grabs the hip flask off the table and begins to glug away at it, eyes indicating that he may have had enough of all this nonsense. Dirk and Terry remaining in bickering mode as Phil finishes the flask and slams it down on the table and wanders off as Asylum goes elsewhere.

Stenfelder: The following contest is part of the Tap Out Challenge! The winner will get a First Match bye at RassleMania!

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.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 230 pounds, from Tampa, Florida, Anthony “The Promise” Bailey!

Nailz: Bailey and Dillinger are tied up right now in the Tap Out Challenge, which is why they are facing off tonight to determine who the last man to enter the Tap Out Title match will be!

Beckett: With Rhonda Vixen getting injured, Dan Quinn getting suspended, and Kid Dynamo just disappearing, only three men remain alive in the Tap Out Challenge! Whoever can pick up the win here will have a huge advantage at RassleMania!

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.

“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.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, accompanied by Helena, weighing in at 258 pounds, from New York, New York, “America's Most Wanted” Chaz Dillinger!

Beckett: Chaz brought up a great point this week that he's already defeated Anthony Bailey, and that he shouldn't have to fight him again. Granted, the Tap Out Challenge didn't go exactly as planned with three of the competitors bailing on it for various reasons!

Nailz: Well if it was so easy for Chaz the first time he fought Bailey, he shouldn't have any issues this time!

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. With both men in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Tap Out Challenge Match
“The Crippler” Chaz Dillinger vs. Anthony “The Promise” Bailey

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The two men lock up in the middle of the ring, and just like two weeks ago, Dillinger and Bailey put on a technical masterpiece full of holds and counter holds, displaying the kind of pure wrestling that draws numerous ovations from the crowd. Neither man gains a distinct advantage, although Dillinger works the arm of Bailey, while Bailey targets the lower back of his opponent. Both men are at a standstill in the middle of the ring, neither man wanting to be the one that makes the fatal mistake that will cost them the match.

Nailz: If you love pure, technical wrestling, it doesn't get much better than Anthony Bailey vs. Chaz Dillinger in my book! These two had a classic two weeks ago, and look to be having another tonight!

The match continues to go back and forth, until Bailey catches Dillinger with a Fireman's Carry! He then quickly applies the STF, and Dillinger's eyes go wide!

Beckett: Bailey could have Dillinger here, and tie it one-to-one between these two!

Dillinger grits his teeth, trying to fight through the pain, but Bailey has the hold in deep! Dillinger looks like he could be on the verge at any moment, but before he taps, Jason "Bacon" Andrews rushes the ring with a chair in hand and nails Bailey right in the back of the head! DING! DING! DING!

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The fans boo Bacon as he shows that he isn't playing favorites, smacking Dillinger with the chair as well! Referees and agents run down to get Bacon out of the ring, while "Never Gonna Give You Up/Smells Like Teen Spirit" hits the speakers again! Reginald Schmidt walks out onto the stage with a mic in hand.

Reginald: Hey listen here, mister! Just what in the heck do you think you're trying to do ruining a great match like this! You lost to Anthony Bailey fair and square last week, and I'll be darned if you try and give yourself an unfair advantage heading into RassleMania in two weeks!

Beckett: Bacon's going to need all the help he can get, because he had no chance at earning a bye here tonight!

Reginald: So Bacon, because of your actions here tonight, I am officially removing you from the Tap Out Title Match at RassleMania! Therefore, the Tap Out Challenge Finals shall be decided in a Tap Out Rules Match between Anthony "The Promise" Bailey and "America's Most Wanted" Chaz Dillinger! Good-bye, Bacon, get the heck out of my ring!

The fans cheer as Bacon is ejected from the ring. Officials check on Bailey and Dillinger as Reginald heads to the back and to a commercial break.

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When we return from commercial break we see Callahan sitting at his desk in his brand new executive office that he'd managed to wrangle out of the finance department following the threat of lawsuit for the actions of Chris McKenzie against Steve Fukuyama. Declaring his intentions to make use of the old janitors closet he'd initially been denied but once the extent of the damage to Steve had been revealed to them they quickly changed their minds. Now Callahan had a place of his own away from home to make a deadly bureaucratic laboratory out of and plan his evil schemes in total comfort. The stench of bleach in the air hangs around the room like a desperate serial killer doing whatever he can to neutralise a crime scene but he's already implemented a solution, With an air freshener on an automatic timer occasionally permeating the room with a mild lavender spray that'll hopefully cover up the ex-crime scene smell.

The single light that fills the room has been fixed so now it doesn't flicker whenever you switch it on and instead of the cracked plaster that only sought to uglify the room there is now fine wallpaper stuck up, a creamy white colour to suit the dark mahogany furniture that fills the room. Desks, filing cabinets, a set of shelves all around the room. This room has it all, including a wide-screen TV at the front and one of those video phones on Callahan's disk for teleconferencing. Of course beyond that is the usual features including a picture of him and his fiancé but a can of Dr. Pepper is conveniently placed in between the camera and Callahan's partner thus obscuring her appearance and a glass bottle of expensive malt liquor.

As Callahan idly types away on a MacBook there's a sudden knock on the door.

Michael Callahan: Come in!

The door swings open and in walks the “The Promise” Anthony Bailey, holding his head in pain after the attack from Jason "Bacon" Andrews in the previous match.

Michael Callahan; Ah, Mr. Bailey. Take a seat.

Unsure why he's been called to Callahan's office he jogs in with a big smile on his face and open, warm body language as he takes a seat. Callahan gives him the look over for a brief moment as he finishes typing up his documents.

Anthony Bailey: You wanted to see me?

Michael Callahan: Yes, did my assistant Vikki find you?

Anthony Bailey: Yeah, easy enough. Pretty looking lady like her. Are you two together?

Callahan simply rolls his eyes at the uncouth Bailey. Clearly he hasn't done his history. Callahan's reprimanding tone chastises Bailey in reply.

Michael Callahan: No Mr. Bailey, she's my employee. I have a fiancé at home waiting for me.

Anthony Bailey: Alright, alright. What'd you want to speak to me about?

Callahan sighs and leans back in his chair, locking his fingers together while giving Bailey a smiling look over.

Michael Callahan: You confuse me, Bailey.

Anthony Bailey: Woah listen, I don't swing that way if that's what you're saying. If you didn't know, I have a beautiful little latina princess waiting at home for me.

Callahan scoffs and shakes his head at a nervous looking Bailey, half out of disgust and half out of humour at the probably deliberate misinterpretation but mostly just disgust.

Michael Callahan: No. No. Nothing untoward. You confuse me because you waste a huge amount of time pandering to the wants of the majority audience. It proves irksome to see you doing that when the true stars of the industry, even the ones that call themselves fan favourites don't ever have to appeal to the masses. It's even worse when it's you because you don't need to do that, you're a legendary talent in the making. You don't need to look to the public for reinforcement. You could achieve anything you wanted here in Asylum. You could be doing so much more productively with your time.

Bailey lets out a high pitched and melodramatic, sarcastic gasp with the added hand over the mouth just like the kid in Home Alone.

Anthony Bailey: A sincere compliment from you? I never thought I'd see the day.

Unfazed by Bailey's reactions, Callahan continues to explain himself.

Michael Callahan: Absolutely, Anthony. I saw the way you fought in the Rocky Mountain Pro Battle Royale alongside me, we accomplished great things even if we didn't win. You were extremely impressive. You dominated without breaking your own code of conduct. To traditionalist wrestlers like myself that's thoroughly liberating, especially when we're on a specifically “Hardcore” brand. It's men like us, minorities, a social concept that I'm sure you of all people are aware of, that need to band together to fight the good fight and make people see what wrestling is really all about instead of risking our careers for a cheap applause. There are people out there like Schmidt, Kash, Balfore, all maniacs that want to inflict pain on people like us for our beliefs. We need to fight back against this.

Callahan pours them both a scotch into little glasses and passes one to Bailey, using his night off as an opportunity to drink. Bailey ignores the generosity.

Anthony Bailey: Are you suggesting we team up to fight the hardcore scourge?

Michael Callahan: Not just to FIGHT the hardcore scourge but to push it back to the brink of extinction and take over the brand. I want you to join me as co-executive of my new project. I'm starting a movement, it's called the “Traditional Restoration Initiative” and it aims to bring about peace, prosperity and order to the lunacy of the Asylum band. The TRI would consist of right-minded, right-leaning individuals like you and I and look to garner public support to fight the hardcore corruption that exists within this industry.

Bailey laughs at the proposition mainly because of the absurdity of the idea but also because he can't ever envision himself working with Michael Callahan.

Anthony Bailey: Look, I appreciate the offer but let me tell you. I've been watching you too and the general impression I've got is that you're as slimy as the day is long. I don't want anything to do with you or the Traditional Restoration Initiative. Thanks, but no thanks.

Callahan lets out another heavy sigh and simply shakes his head. It doesn't have to be this way but it is. Instead of getting angry, defensive or trying to counter point he simply goes along with it and accepts that a decision has been made already.

Michael Callahan: Suit yourself. I'm not one of those Tom Slick businessmen who won't take no for an answer so I won't argue my cause or take offence that you think I'm untrustworthy. You will regret this decision though Bailey, believe me. We have the opportunity to make history in front of us Anthony and you're turning up your nose at it. Not to worry though, the TRI will succeed with or without you. I just wanted to offer a man of your credentials a front row seat wearing the shirt of the winning side. Sadly, we're just going to have to leave you by the wayside.

Anthony Bailey: That's a risk I'm willing to take. If that's all, I'll be taking my leave now.

Michael Callahan: As you were, soldier.

With a tip of his invisible hat, Anthony Bailey curtly gets up and leaves the same way. The door shuts behind him with a slam and when the coast is clear Callahan pulls a black Apple tape recorder out from his pocket.

Michael Callahan: Note to Self: Teach Anthony Bailey a lesson.

And with that, the crooked politician returns to working on his MacBook as the shot fades away to the next segment.

“Never Gonna Give You Up” hits and Asylum GM Reginald Schmidt steps through the curtain and briskly makes his way to the ring carrying a big sealed envelope. He gets to the ring, arms himself with a mic and begins.

Reginald: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have been party to a unique event in the history of APW and Asylum – the first ever ‘Asylum Tea Party Challenge’.

Mixed reaction from the crowd.

Reginald: I shouldn’t have to remind you good people of how important a role tea has played in our country’s history. There has been many a historical war fought over that aromatic herb, and there seems to have been a little conflict of that nature right here on Asylum in recent weeks. As you all know, Julius Farquhar and Phil Atken have both been polling the APW Megastars to determine once and for all which is the best way to drink one’s tea: milk first or milk last. I have here in my hand the result of the poll, so without further ado let’s get the contestants out here.

“Land of Hope & Glory” hits and ‘Quintessentially English’ Julius Farquhar steps out from the back. Manservant is alongside and he is carrying a silver tray that is full of the essentials needed for making a good cup of tea. The crowd give Julius a negative reaction, he is hardly the most popular Megastar in APW. Julius takes up his position in the ring.

“Heavyweight Champion of the World” hits and out walks ‘The True Voice of the APW’ Phil Atken. Phil has his agent and bodyguard Dirk Dickwood alongside, the final ingredients that could turn this situation to boiling point.

With everybody in the ring and ready Reginald carries on.

Reginald: Having tasted both cups of tea I must say I found it very difficult to make my choice, and I know that both stalls went down a storm in the back. Anywho, let’s get on with it. I can reveal that the winner of the first-ever ‘Asylum Tea Party Challenge’ is...

Reginald opens and the envelope and pulls out the slip. He reads the information on it and it produces a surprised look on his face.

Reginald: It’s a tie, with one vote each.

Julius is awe-struck, Atken’s expression suggests he doesn’t much care. Julius walks over to Reginald and starts arguing with him, but Reginald shows him the slip of paper. Dickwood has had enough of this nonsense, he walks over and grabs the mic from Reginald.

Dickwood: THIS IS ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS! Is this a wrestling show or are we offering tuition in home economics? My client, Phil Atken, has had enough of these shenanigans. We’ve played your absurd games Farquhar, now we want a match.

Julius grabs the mic from Dickwood.

Julius: A match! With that cheat? I’m not stepping into the ring with him for one second until he admits that he sabotaged this contest. It’s obvious my tea was better and that scoundrel over there has somehow doctored the votes.

Atken looks across at Julius, then at the crowd and gives a ‘Who? Me?’ mime.

Dickwood tries to grab the mic back from Julius.

Julius: Hey, let go of me you scoundrel, or I’ll knock your block off.

At this point Phil Atken joins and so too does Manservant resulting in a four way scuffle for the microphone with Reginald caught in the middle. It’s not clear who strikes the first blow but a scrap of sorts breaks out and the crowd react – some with cheers, some with laughter. Atken is unloading a number of open palm strikes on the big mongoloid Manservant, Dickwood has Julius locked in a headlock and is giving the top of his head some playground knuckle grubs. Atken delivers a running clothesline to Manservant that sends him out of the ring. Julius squirms free of Dickwood as Atken moves across, grabbing the tea pot Manservant brought to the ring. Julius pulls the lid off and aims the contents at Atken and Dickwood but Reginald steps into the line of fire and gets drenched by a pot full of luke warm tea. Everybody freezes, the crowd are frenzied. Reginald looks himself up and down, then loses it, grabbing the mic to vent his anger.

Reginald: THAT IS IT! THIS HAS GONE TOO FAR! JULIUS I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU: I DO NOT LIKE YOU, MISTER, AND I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND!

Reginald turns to Dickwood and Atken.

Reginald: As for you Dickwood, I have had it up to my ears with you hassling me about Julius Farquhar. So here is what we are going to do. Phil Atken wants a match with Julius Farquhar, well I am giving him that match and it’s going to happen at Rasslemania.

Crowd cheers.

Reginald: Since this all began over a stupid cup of tea, and because you two seem to want to fight so badly over the damn stuff, your match is going to be a Boston Tea Party Match. The winner is the first man to throw his opponent over the top rope into a bathtub of tea.

The crowd pops at the announcement.

Reginald’s music hits and he heads backstage presumably to get himself cleaned up. Julius is left in the ring looking at Atken and Dickwood; Atken feints a move towards Julius who high-tails it out of the ring. There is a smile on Atken’s face, Julius Farquhar looks a lot less pleased about the prospect of their match.

Asylum cuts to one last commercial break.

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"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. 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.

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.

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.

Stenfelder: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Standing in the ring, at a combined weight of 695lbs, the team of...ISAMU SUZUKI, MATT MATLOCK & THE 2012 SURVIVE & CONQUER WINNER...ALIOTH STARRE!

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 with the APW World Heavyweight title strapped around his waist. 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.

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. Farquhar is inside the ring, waving the flag around. He climbs onto each turnbuckle and waves the cross of St. George to all corners before discarding it and preparing to face his opponent.

"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. 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.

Stenfelder: Their opponents: at a combined weight of 768lbs, they are the team of RICO CASTEEL, JULIUS FARQUHAR, AND THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE APW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP...JOHNNY KNUCKLES!

Six-Man Tag Team Match
Isamu Suzuki & Matt Matlock & Alioth Starre vs. Rico Casteel & Julius Farquhar & Johnny Knuckles

The match begins with Julius Farquhar and Isamu Suzuki. After a few seconds of sizing each other up they come together in collar-elbow tie-up and Julius wins the test of strength, placing Suzuki into a headlock which then becomes an attempt at a hammerlock but Suzuki counters with although he cannot wriggle free of Julius’ grip. Suzuki flips forward to try and free himself but Julius’ grip is iron-like and he wrenches shoulder joint with an arm twist. Suzuki tries to counter with a standing heel kick to the head, but Julius ducks only to get caught by a follow through by Suzuki’s standing leg. This knocks Julius down to his knees and Suzuki follows it up with a drop kick to the back of the head that sends Julius sprawling to the mat. Suzuki covers but Julius kicks out on one.

Nailz: A good start by Suzuki who pinned Julius Farquhar last time out.

Beckett: Yeah, but Julius seemed to blame his partner Michael Callahan.

Nailz: Very convenient. Speaking of Callahan he was supposed to be a competitor in this match.

Beckett: No doubt dodging a match ahead of Rasslemania, how did he manage to worm his way out of it.

Nailz: My sources tell me he went to visit his manager Steve Fukuyama in hospital, had no sleep as he spent all night praying, is still beat up from the Tap Out Challenge and is stricken by grief over his "friends" brutal assault at the hands of Chris McKenzie.

Beckett: That’s one convoluted excuse....maybe it would have been easier just to ask for the night off.

Suzuki continues with his advantage over Julius, but eventually the Englishman squirms free and tags in Rico Casteel. ‘The Loose Cannon’ is quickly in and showing his aggressive streak with a series of punches that send Suzuki back into a turnbuckle. Casteel whips Suzuki across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle and follows up with a stiff running clothesline. Suzuki staggers forward from the impact, Casteel picks him up and with a brutal display of strength throws Suzuki halfway across the ring with a fallaway slam. Julius is calling for the tag, Casteel opts not to make the cover and tags in the Englishman. Julius is all over Suzuki with some stomps and then an elbow drop to the head followed by a cover, which Suzuki kicks out of on two. Julius picks up Suzuki and delivers some several knife edge chops to his chest, then connects with an English uppercut and whips Suzuki against the ropes. Suzuki bounces back and Julius takes him down with an arm drag, quickly locking in a sleeper hold. The wrestlers remain in this rest hold for a short time before Suzuki fights to his feet, although Julius maintains the sleeper hold. Suzuki reaches around and grabs Julius’ head, countering the sleeper hold with a chinbreaker. Suzuki gets to his feet, bounces off the ropes and takes Julius down with an arm lariat bulldog. Suzuki immediately starts crawling towards his corner.

Nailz: The race is on for the all important tag.

Beckett: This could be the game-changer, whoever gets the tag first will give their team a huge advantage.

Suzuki has taken so much punishment in this match that he is a bit slower off the base, in spite of the vocal encouragement from his corner. Julius gets across and tags in Johnny Knuckles. The #1 contender for the World Heavyweight Championship sprints across the ring and drags Suzuki to the centre of the ring just as he is about to make the tag. Knuckles drops repeated elbow onto Suzuki and makes a cover, but again Suzuki kicks out on two. Knuckles lifts Suzuki and drills him into the mat with a back drop suplex and looks for the pin again but once again Suzuki kicks out. Knuckles picks up Suzuki and runs him face first into a turnbuckle, the native of Japan stumbles around holding his face, Knuckles gives out his ‘HEE-HAW’ battle cry and runs behind Suzuki in search of his signature Donkey Punch (to the back of the head), but Suzuki is alerted by the battle cry, sidesteps and counters with a drop toe hold. Knuckles get up quickly and runs at Suzuki for revenge but Suzuki delivers a spectacular spinning wheel kick to take the #1 contender down. With Knuckles down, Suzuki uses all he has to jump across to his corner and tag in Alioth Starre.

Nailz: Here comes the Survive & Conquer match winner.

Beckett: He has been cutting a frustrated figure on the ring apron.

Starre cannot hide his eagerness to get in there and he starts by unloading several chops to the chest of Knuckles. Starre whips Knuckles against the ropes and connects with a heart punch. Knuckles has had enough and rolls out of the ring, signally he wants a time out. Alioth Starre is leaning over the rope calling Knuckles back but he turns the offer down. That isn’t satisfactory for Matt Matlock who has spent too long out of the action. Mattlock grabs Knuckles and whips him shoulder first into the ring post, then rolls the #1 contender back into the ring for Starre. Knuckles gets to his feet and Starre looks for a superkick but Knuckles behind Starre and counters with a release German suplex. Knuckles gets across and tags Julius Farquhar back in, and the Englishman tries to stop Starre tagging in Matlock but he fails. Matlock is just bursting with frustration and you can see he has been waiting the whole match to get in and try to tear someone apart, he isn’t particularly fussy and it’s just too bad for Julius he is the one.

Nailz: I don’t think Julius Farquhar wants anything to do with Matt Matlock.

Beckett: Can you blame him, look at the dude, he’s a man mountain.

Julius tries to back away but Matlock charges and clothesline him down. Matlock whips Julius into the ropes and delivers a thumping sidewalk slam; Julius reels up clutching his back, Matlock isn’t finished and grabs Julius, lifting him into a military press and then throwing the Englishman over the top rope onto his Manservant standing outside the ring. The crowd love that move, but Matlock doesn’t care much for their applause, he just wants to smash somebody to pieces. Outside the ring Julius has had enough and a nearby camera picks up him saying ‘I’m done! I’m getting out of here!’ and the Englishman starts walking up the ramp and out of the match.

Nailz: Typical behaviour from the yellow-bellied Englishman. He’s gone and thrown his toys out of the buggy.

Julius gets to the top of the ramp when Phil Atken comes running out from the back and clothesline him to the back of the head. Atken has seemingly been waiting weeks to get his hands on Julius, it seems he cannot resist any longer. Atken mounts Julius and starts pounding his face. Manservant comes in to help out Julius, and the party becomes four as Dirk Dickwood comes out to help Atken. These four continue to brawl and it soon disappears behind the curtain.

Beckett: I suppose you’re gonna say Julius had that coming to him.

Nailz: You hit the nail on the head.

Beckett: I always wanted to be known as Steve ‘The Hammer’ Beckett....you think it might catch on?

Back in the ring, Matlock is as good as frothing at the mouth and calls any one of Knuckles or Casteel into the ring; Knuckles looks at Casteel and indicates he can have the pleasure. It’s now a battle of the two big men, the lock horns and we have a test of strength. Matlock pushes Casteel back onto the ropes, but then ‘The Loose Cannon’ pushes off ‘The Crownless King’ and follows this up with a kick to the gut. Casteel grabs Matlock and delivers a headbutt that is followed by a whip into the ropes and a huge spinebuster. Casteel makes a cover but Matlock kicks out. Casteel lifts Matlock up and tries to set him up for the Bedlam Buster but Matlock counters with a thumb to the eye. Matlock runs against the ropes and takes down Casteel with a Lou Thesz press, unloading six or seven hard shots to the face.

Matlock gets up and he’s stomping around like a rabid dog; runs across and punches Knuckles so hard it knock him off the apron and crashing into the crowd barrier. Matlock is so pumped he isn’t thinking straight and when he turns back to Casteel he gets floored with a fierce spear. Casteel again goes for the pin but Suzuki flies from the top rope and breaks the fall with a double knee drop. This just infuriates Casteel though and he is all over Suzuki beat him into a corner with clubbing arms. Alioth Starre runs in and tries help out his partner but Casteel spins around and floors Alioth with a huge right hand. Casteel grabs the limp body of Starre and dismissively throws him over the top rope and out of the ring. Suzuki sees a pocket of opportunity and jumps onto Casteel’s back, locking in a sleeper hold. It slowly wears down Casteel and he drops to his knees. Suzuki runs against the ropes and charges at Casteel connecting with a sick-sounding running front dropkick to the face. Suzuki gets to his feet and makes for the corner but his own team-mate Matt Matlock blindsides him and slams his like a sack of potatoes into the mat with a full nelson slam.

Nailz: What the Hell is this all about?

Beckett: I’m not sure Scott, but it looks like Matlock wants to claim the victory for himself.

Beckett is bang on the money because Matlock covers Casteel, but there is a kick out on two. Matlock lifts Casteel into the air for a stalling suplex/brainbuster, but he is having trouble keeping Casteel in the air and he stumbles backwards towards the ropes, Casteel drops down and lands on the ring apron. Johnny Knuckles slides into the ring and runs across hitting Matlock with a clothesline that sends ‘The Crownless King’ over the top rope and knocking Casteel off the ring apron with him. Knuckles drops down to the mat to recuperate a little more. Isamu Suzuki gets to his feet and sees Matlock and Casteel brawling outside the ring; he charges across and lands a springboard senton to the outside onto both Matlock and Casteel. This gets a huge pop from the crowd and Alioth Starre slides into the ring, but he looks a little all over the place. Knuckles grabs him and connects with The Last Breath (Rolling Cutter) and covers Starre. The ref doesn’t even know who the legal men are anymore, but he’s had about enough of this unruly carnage as he can take, so drops down and counts the three to give Knuckles the win for his team.

Winners: Johnny Knuckles, Rico Casteel & Julius Farquhar

Nailz: Johnny Knuckles pins the Survive & Conquer winner yet again! What momentum the #1 contender has going into Rasslemania.

Beckett: Jason Kash beware! That’s two wins Knuckles has over Starre, who beat Kash on his APW debut.

Nailz: I remember it well Steve, but it seems to have a steady decline for Starre since then. You have to question whether he has the heart and the desire to make it in APW.

Beckett: On this evidence, I’d say no, but then I doubt Johnny Knuckles cares much about that. Now he can focus solely on the World Heavyweight Champion.

The show cuts from Knuckles celebrating in the ring to the backstage area where Phil Atken and Julius Farquhar are still brawling. Dirk Dickwood can be seen laid out in the background, Manservant is nowhere to be seen; Phil Atken has Julius pinned in a sitting position against a wall and is stomping on his head. Atken lifts Julius and tries to whip him into a nearby wall but Julius reverses and delivers a knee to the gut of Atken. This gives Julius a chance to flee and he starts to stumble away through some doors and corridors. Atken can be heard calling after Julius in hot pursuit, and he eventually catches up with the Englishman has he enters the car park. The brawling continues until a the sound of car is heard and is screeches to a halt nearby. Julius grabs Atken and slams his head on the bonnet of a car before scrambling into the ‘getaway vehicle’ which speeds away. The camera pans back to Atken who looks frustrated that once again Julius Farquhar has evaded him.

Nailz: I don’t think there is going to be any escape for Julius Farquhar come Rasslemania.

Beckett: We got to get the cameras back out here right now as Team Overdrive has returned to the arena, coming out of the crowd to attack Team Asylum!

The camera quickly cuts back ringside where Team Overdrive is just tearing up Team Asylum after their brutal match! Alioth Starre is clutching his arm in pain as Chris Hart stomps him on the mat!

Nailz: Folks at home, you just missed it, but Chris Hart gave Starre a brutal Cross Arm Breaker, and Alioth's arm snapped like a twig!

Knuckles and Rico had been on their way to the back, but when they hear what's going on, they rush back down to the ring! They are soon joined by "Old Man" Frank Cannon and the rest of the Asylum roster! Team Overdrive sees that they're horribly outgunned, and they try to escape by hopping over the barricade and into the crowd! Frank Cannon leads the charge as most of the roster follows in hot pursuit, except for Johnny Knuckles, who's stopped by the sound of the Theme for Monday Night Football begins to play and the rap beat merges in and begins to thump, the fans in the Arena all go Bobble Head to the music as Jason Kash steps out from the back as the music spills out vibrating the arena as fans get to their feet. His World Title wrapped around his waist as he steps to the center of the Entrance Ramp.

Johnny Knuckles slides back into the ring and locks eyes with Kash as the Champion gets to the steel steps and climbs up onto the ring apron. The ring announcer rushes around the ring and hands Kash a microphone and the Champion enters the ring. He steps around Knuckles and stands at almost center stage of the ring. Knuckles steps towards Kash and throws up a simple front kick and connects with Kash's groin, hitting him directly in the nuts. Dropping to his knees as his legs buckle, the World Title and Microphone fall and hit the canvas as Kash holds his private section and Johnny Knuckles goes to pick up the microphone. As he stands tall he is surprised as Kash quickly shoots a straight jab into Knuckles' balls.

Now both suffering nut shots, both are on the mat. Knuckles on one knee holding his balls as well. Kash throws another punch and Knuckles tilts back from the blow. He comes back and hits Kash with a hard right fist. The two begin trading shots, talking will be saved for another time as right now they feel like fighting. Getting to the Action in APW is their agenda and it shows as Kash pops Knuckles in the throat with stiff fingers in a thrust. Knuckles coughs and gags from the shot but returns the favor and dives at Kash with a from the knees clothesline. Knuckles on Kash begins pounding at his face repeatedly.

Forcing Knuckles over onto his back, Kash drives a few elbows into his grill. They keep taking turns rolling the other onto their back until they come to the ropes. Kash slides out of the ring and drags Knuckles out by the legs. Knuckles grinds the eyes of Kash and the Champion stumbles back a bit. As Knuckles approaches Kash, he is thrown against the guard railing, Kash quickly acts and clotheslines Knuckles over the railing and into the crowd.

Beckett: Good Friends, Better Enemies! These two are going to tear each other apart at RassleMania!

Nailz: The fans might make Knuckles disappear right now..What are they doing, they're not suppose to assault our Talent!!

Knuckles is lifted up off the cold concrete in the audience and pummeled by a few male fans. Kash laughs as he swings his feet over the railing. A female spits into Knuckles face as a man punches him in the back of the head. Kash laughs but is caught off guard as Knuckles toe kicks him in the gut. Security finally comes in and moves back all the fans from crowding the two of them. Knuckles whips Kash and the Champ flips over folding chairs, bending some and slapping others out from under him as he hits against the unforgiving concrete.

Johnny Knuckles grabs a loose chair and waits as Kash struggles to his feet and turns around. As Knuckles swings, Kash ducks under the shot and takes off tripping over himself to the side away from Knuckles. The Champion runs into a mobile Vendor who is selling Hotdogs and Popcorn to the crowd. Kash grabs a squirt bottle of Ketchup and Mustard and spins around as Knuckles comes in charging. Kash sprays him right in the face with both bottles and Knuckles stops in his tracks, wiping the condiments from his eyes as the fans laugh at his state that Kash put him in.

Nailz: Only Sissies put Ketchup or Mustard on their Hotdogs!

Beckett: I like Miracle Whip on mine..

Nailz: Oh that's just gross! You should hide that like Havok's sexuality!

Kash relaxes almost as Knuckles struggles to remove the burn from his eyeballs. Kash grabs a hotdog and bites into it. He holds it up and the fans erupt in a cheer as he takes another bite from the bread sided dog. Knuckles smashes the hotdog into Kash's face, palming him and going back to his assault. Knuckles runs Kash's face into the popcorn glass case and the glass shatters. Popcorn rolls out and falls onto the ground on Kash's downed body and Knuckles grabs a handful and shoves some into his mouth. Not the same effect with the fans so he grabs another handful and kneels down and forces popcorn into Kash's mouth. The fans boo and Knuckles smiles at their reaction. The broken glass on the ground gives Knuckles an idea and he proceeds to lift up Kash to his feet.

He sets Kash up for his "Broken Promise" Reverse Death Valley Driver but Kash slides off the top as he is lifted up. Kash hits a lifting Sleeper Slam on Knuckles from behind, pulling the Challenger into the broken glass on the ground. The fans erupt in cheers as Knuckles arches his back in pain and small stains of blood remain on the glass and cold concrete. Kash slowly makes his way back to the ring to get his belt as APW Asylum's logo pops on the screen.

Beckett: These two will finalize this rivalry at RassleMania. Six years of competition, friendship, and hatred and it all comes down to this one final match. Who wins? Who is standing tall with the dust of their violence settles?

Nailz: What a wild end to Asylum! Julius Farquhar and Phil Atken brawling in the parking lot! Team Overdrive attacking Team Asylum! The Asylum Mega Stars clearing Team Overdrive out of here, and the final confrontation between Johnny Knuckles and Jason Kash before their huge match at RassleMania! Could it get any bigger! Join on us pay per view in two weeks for the biggest show of the year, RassleMania!