Asylum 4/8-San Juan, Puerto Rico

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Ida Maria's “Bad Karma” hits the speakers as fireworks erupt from the stage! The fans are on their feeting, cheering as loud as they can and proudly displaying their signs as the camera pans around the José Miguel Agrelot Coliseum! The camera then switches to the APW Asylum announce team, Russ T. Nailz and Steve Beckett.

Nailz: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to San Juan, Puerto Rico, where APW Asylum is ready to kick some tail! We're just two weeks removed from the biggest show ever, RassleMania VIII! And coming out of RassleMania, we have ourselves a new Tap Out Champion, Anthony “The Promise” Bailey!

Beckett: Bailey doesn't get much time to celebrate his title win two weeks ago, because tonight, it's champion versus champion, as Bailey faces the APW World Heavyweight Champion, Jason Kash in our Main Event!

Nailz: That's going to be an epic encounter for sure, but it's not the only big match on our card tonight! Sally Talfourd makes her return to the Asylum, and her opponent is none other than Quisisentailly English, Julius Farquhar! There has been quite the war of words between the two over the past couple of weeks online, and tonight, they settle it in the ring!

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

Two puffs and his arms shoot up above him as the fans let out a chant of "LIGHT. IT.UP". Kash heads to the ring, touching air joints with a few fans leaning over the guard railing. He gets to ringside, pulls off his World Title and takes the few steps up the Steel Stairs. He walks along the ring apron and dips down under the top rope, bouncing on the middle and enters the ring. He hits the far ropes from where he entered and leaning against them, he raises both arms and the World Title into the air as the fans roar their cheers.

The Ring Announcer reaches up, handing the World Champion a microphone. He takes it and stands himself at the center of the ring. He moves his upper lip and nose as if to sniff deeply. A Chant slowly rises in the audience of "WORLD CHAMPION" and people stomp their feet with the chant. Kash smiles, showing his missing front top teeth and nods as he puts the microphone to his shit talker.

Jason Kash: HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!!

They roar again in a cheer and he waits for them to quiet down. Smiling as they cheer, a female in the front row Flashes her breasts and he jaw drops and points. The camera pulls away from the nude breasts. Kash laughs as the crowd finally begins to shut up. He walks over to the nearest turnbuckle and places the World Title draped over the top buckle. He turns and leans against the ropes, an arm propped up on the ring rope.

Jason Kash: Well I've got good news and better news! Which one do you wonderful folks wanna hear first? I'mma tell you the obvious, I am STILL your World Champion!!!

He rips his arm off the rope, grabbing the APW World Heavyweight Championship. He steps into the center of the ring, the mic in one hand, the belt in the other hanging, dragging a bit against the ring canvas. He throws up the belt, holding it high above his head as the leather strap lays against his arm dangling. Mic to mouth, the defending Champion speaks out to the audience.

Jason Kash: That's the good news! The better news is that I'm feeling a bit into the whole Holiday feel of Easter. I see a few Bunnies out in the crowd tonight. Cute little kids and some slutty ones who need to be eaten...Heh, moving on! Tonight is special because we're doing something a bit original. That's how we do on Asylum, we do things up like nobody else and we doing that tonight. What we're gonna do is I have placed two..That's TWO Golden Easter Eggs somewhere backstage. Now these are special eggs. They have value to everyone on the roster that's here tonight. See if you find one of these eggs slap your Mother, love your ladies, feel like a Stud because you can call yourself one of two Top Contenders for THIS...

He lets the World Title fall to his shoulder, he slaps it a few times and steps over to the camera inside the ring with him. Getting real close, Kash shows his missing teeth with a grin that has a star filled gaze from all the cameras flashing.

Jason Kash: APW Management isn't trying to relieve me from this Championship, I'm not just picky when it comes to who steps through the ropes as my opponent. I asked for this and I don't care who finds the eggs. Sally Talfourd, Isamu Suzuki, Michael Callahan, it don't matter, I got the hunger for the competition. Light that shit up and let's Blaze! May the hunt begin...

"Houston" plays and the World Champion exits the ring and heads to the back to prepare for his Match tonight.

The scene opens backstage in the office of Reginald Schmidt. He has Mr. Dangerous for company.

Reginald: Mr. D, what a fantastic night Rasslemania VIII was; not just for me, the wrestlers, the fans who watched the show live or at home, but to everyone associated with Action Packed Wrestling. I wouldn’t be too far wide of the mark to say it was probably one of the greatest nights not just in the history of Action Packed Wrestling, but in the history of professional wrestling.

Mr. Dangerous: You’re not wrong, boss.

Reginald: I should probably put a memo together to thank all those Asylum wrestlers who competed and made this event so special, as well as congratulating those who won matches and commiserating those who lost.

Mr. Dangerous: That seems like a swell idea, boss.

Reginald: I should also extend special congratulations to Anthony Bailey on becoming the new APW Tap Out Champion.

Mr. Dangerous: Let’s not forget Michael Callahan for successfully defending his Championship.

Reginald: Or the Studmuffins on retaining the APW Tag Team Championship.

Mr. Dangerous: I really like those guys; I just wish I could get an invite to one of their sexy time parties.

Reginald eyes Mr. Dangerous suspiciously.

Reginald: I don’t think you qualify for an, er, invitation. Anyway, where were we?

Mr. Dangerous: Um, recapping Rasslemania.

Reginald: Of course. Speaking of which...

Reginald suddenly stops at the sudden presence of something or someone off camera. It is soon revealed to be “Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar.

Julius: You were saying Reginald?

Reginald: I was just congratulating the big Rasslemania winners from Asylum, that was until you decided to interrupt.

Julius smiles sarcastically.

Julius: The big winners, eh? Well then, why didn’t you mention my name?

Mr. Dangerous suddenly mutters something under his breath between a two fake coughs. It kind of sounds like “YOU SUCK”

Julius: What did you say? I say Reginald, you really need to control your lackey here.

The imposing figure of Manservant steps out from the shadows and grunts at Mr. Dangerous; the #FLAKEKILLA quickly evaporates with a whimper, leaving Reginald all alone.

Julius: Now back to the matter at hand. You were congratulating the big winners at Rasslemania.

Reginald: That’s right, I mentioned Anthony Bailey *cheers* Michael Callahan *boos* The Studmuffins *cheers* and Jason Kash. *the roof is raised*

Julius has a look of genuine confusion on his face.

Julius: But you forget to mention the biggest winner of all – me! *boos* You can suck up to all those so-called champions all you want Reginald, but the fact of the matter is that I am the one who stole the show at Rasslemania. My performance was the best performance of the night, and quite possibly the greatest Rasslemania performance of all time. I defeated Phil Atken in the first ever “Boston Tea Party Match”, I humiliated and destroyed that pathetic excuse for a human being, two weeks ago at Rasslemania my empire began here in Action Packed Wrestling. Its march forward cannot be stopped, not by you and not by anyone on the Asylum roster.

Reginald yawns, but Julius either ignores it or doesn’t notice and continues.

Julius: And because I cannot be stopped and because the “Quintessentially English Empire” has begun here in APW, I came out here to demand a World Heavyweight Title shot...and I want it TONIGHT!

Reginald: Now hold on a second Mister. Please tell me, what makes you think you deserve a shot at the World Heavyweight Title, aside from that little bit of empty rhetoric you’ve just given me.

Julius: I am the best and you know it!

Reginald: That’s the thing Mister, I know quite the contrary. If you want a shot at the World Heavyweight Title then you have to earn it just like every other challenger before now has earned it. All I see from you are cheap victories, usually at the hands of this Manservant, or whatever his name is. If you can put in a decent showing against Sally Talfourd tonight I may put a few ticks against your name. But right now, these are the facts as I see them: you don’t deserve a World Title shot; I know that and so do these fans right here in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

Cheap pop in the arena.

Reginald: But this gives me an idea. Since you are so fond of involving Manservant in your matches I think it’s time the two of you teamed up, as in started competing in tag team matches.

Julius shakes his head.

Julius: No! No tag team matches; I am a single competitor. You can’t surely expect me to team with this, this moron. Look at him.

Reginald: I am looking at him and I see an APW Megastar in the making. Yes, my mind is made up: Julius Farquhar, you will team up with Manservant, in fact you can begin next week against....let me think...

Reginald pauses to build the anticipation, even though he knows exactly the opponent he has in mind.

Reginald: ...THE MARTYRS OF MADNESS!

The terror is evident on Julius’ face at being thrown to the lions that are The Martyrs of Madness

Julius: NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS! I refuse, I am not a tag team wrestler. I want...

At this point Manservant steps from behind Julius and says...

Manservant: *Grunt* *Grunt*

Which is the same as saying ‘I accept’.

Reginald: There you have it, the match is made. On the next Asylum it will be Julius Farquhar and Manservant versus The Martyrs of Madness, Rico Casteel and Mike Morrison. Good luck Julius.

Reginald walks out leaving Julius and Manservant in the room. Manservant’s mask gives a vague notion of a smile underneath; Julius is giving him a look that someone gets when they let off a silent but deadly one in the elevator. Asylum cuts to a commercial break.

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Nailz: Ladies and gentlemen, you heard it here first, Branden Harvey will be returning to the Asylum later this month! But it's match time, folks, and we have one hell of a match to kick things off! It's debutamania running wild as Bulk Rogaine goes one on one with the self proclaimed chemical creator, Mr. Cyril Cyanide.

Beckett: What the hell kind of name is Cyril for a wrestler anyway?

Nailz: What the hell kind of name is Bulk?

Beckett: Fair point.

"Broken Dreams" By Shaman's Harvest hits and The Chemical Creator's video package shows up on the U-A Tron, you see him holding a bottle of water with "H20" written in big letters , then it shows him holding an air cartridge with "CO2" written on it in big letters"

Stenfelder: The follow contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, making his way to the ring at this time, he is The Chemical Creator... CYRIL! CYYYYYYYYYYYYANIIIIIIIIDE!

Nailz: And here comes Cyril Cynaide with a can of carbon dioxide for some reason.

Beckett: IT'S ABOUT TO GET HOT UP IN HERE!

Nailz: Science doesn't work that way.

The music picks up and colorful strobe lights start to go off, Cyril Cyanide appears accompanied by Nikki Nitrogen, he wears his gold trunks with "Carbon4" on the back in black, his gold knee pads with "C4" on them. his gold boots, the gold glove on his right hand and a t-shirt which on the front reads "The Biggest Pain In..." and "Your Arsenic Sulfide" on the back. They walk down the ramp and he mocks the fans, one fan goes to give him a high five, Cyril attempts but pulls his hand away at the last moment, therefore yelling "SIKE!" He walks down the rest of the ramp and when he reaches the end, Nikki plants a kiss on him, he looks around and flashes a cocky smile and then proceeds to slide in the ring followed by Nikki"

Nailz: What an asshole.

Beckett: That is language unsuiting of the Food Network, come on now.

Eye of the Tiger hits on the PA system, and Bulk makes his way out from the backstage area. Writhing in pain and holding his back, he limps down the ramp and slowly crawls into the ring.

Nailz: THE BULKSTER IS HERE IN APW!

Beckett: Probably not the best idea to debut right after hip replacement surgery.

Nailz: BUT HE'S HERE AND HE'S LARGE AND IN CHARGE.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, the one, the only.... BULK! ROOOOOOGAINE!

Beckett: I think a gust of wind could take him out.

He gets to his feet, circling around the ring, and waving his hand round-and-round in the air. He chooses the loudest portion of the crowd, and does three different flex-poses before ripping off his Bulk-a-Mania T-shirt, and throwing it into the crowd. He then walks over to the corner and begins stretching, already winded and very blown up.

Beckett: This could be an easy night for Cyril Cyanide.

Cyril Cyanide vs. Bulk Rogaine

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As the match match begins, Bulk seems more interested in Nikki at ringside than he does Cyril in the ring. This gives Cyril a chance to blindsight him, an opportunity that he doesn't let go to waste. For the opening minutes of the match, Cyril stays on the attack of the rather old and broken down Bulk Rogaine. He smashes Bulk's head repeatedly off the turnbuckles, much to the delight of Nikki Nitrogen at ringside. As Bulk staggers out of the corner, Cyril is there and ready and as he pounces of the ropes and takes down Bulk with a brutal lariet, Bulk crumbles down to the mat like a sack of potatoes. Cyril is quick to turn his attention to the crowd, celebrating like he has already won the match as Bulk struggles to try and find his footing again.

Nailz: An impressive and aggressive start from Cyanide here tonight.

Beckett: Hopefully it's a quick finish too. I can't stand to look at Bulk's saggy ass for much longer at ringside.

Confident he has the match well in hand, Cyanide grabs Rogaine by the few remaining hairs and pulls him up to an even base but is caught off guard as Bulk throws a few hay-makers his way. Rather than being staggered by these punches however, Cyanide rather just winds one himself but in amazing display of athleticism from a man his age, Rogaine manages to duck out of the way. As Cyanide spins around, Rogaine attempts to lift him up for an atomic drop but can't manage to muster the strength and crumbles to the mat instead.

Beckett: A man his age shouldn't even be in the ring! This is ridiculous. He can't even lift the guy!


Having enough with Rogaine's nonsense and deciding to put the match to bed, Cyanide begins to stalk Rogaine as he gets back up. The second Rogaine is up on his feet he is met at full force with a superkick from Cyanide and once again, potato sacks his way down to the mat. This time Cyanide decides not to play around with the Bulkster and goes for the pin.

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Winner: Cyril Cyanide[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner by pinfall... CYRIL! CYANIDE!

Nikki Nitrogen jumps into the ring to celebrate the victory with her man as the referee goes over to check on The Bulkster.

Nailz: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! CYANIDE TOOK DOWN THE BULKSTER! AS GOD AS MY WITNESS, CYRIL CYANIDE YOU CAN GO TO HELL!

Asylum goes to commercial break with Cyanide and Nikki celebrating while heading up the ramp.

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Nailz: Well that was quite the opener but now, well now we've got a real treat for you!

Beckett: If the treat is a second appearance by Bulk Rogaine, I'm leaving right now.

Nailz: No up next we have two men with something to prove as The Virus takes on The Old Man.

Beckett: I saw more than I needed to see of Frank Cannon at Rasslemania. That man should keep his damn pants on.

“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 black athletic tape on his hands and blue jeans tucked into his combat boots.

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, making his way to the ring at this time, he is The Old Man! FRRRRRRRRANK! CANNNNNNNNNONNNNNNNN!

Nailz: The pants are up tight tonight as Frank Cannon makes his way out from the crowd.

Beckett: Frank went out early during the Asylum vs. Overdrive match, he'll be looking to try and recover his name here tonight.

Frank is heading towards the ring making his entrance through the crowd. Frank jumps into the ring and signals to the fans as he awaits the arrival of Chris McKenzie.

“Monster” by Skillet begins to play as Chris McKenzie slowly makes his approach to the ring.

Nailz: And here is another man who came up short at Rasslemania and comes here with something to prove.

Beckett: He just couldn't wrestle that belt away from Michael Callahan but that's a tall order and now, no thanks for Chris McKenzie efforts, Asylum has a Pro-Life champion.

Nailz: I'm sure Reggie is head over heels in love with that right now in the back.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, he is THE VIRUS! CHRRRRRRRRRRRIS! MCKENNNNNNZZZIIIIIIIEEEEE!

McKenzie enters the ring and begins to stare a hole through Frank Cannon.

'The Virus' Chris McKenzie vs. 'The Old Man' Frank Cannon

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The match begins early on the a slugfest with the slightly taller Cannon managing to gain the upper hand with a few stiff upper cuts to the jaw of McKenzie. McKenzie gets staggered up to the ropes and Frank Cannon begins a flurry of punches designed to wear down McKenzie to the mat. Cannon continues his assault for a good few minutes with the occasional referee interjection as McKenzie looks for an opening to escape the opening offense from Cannon. As Cannon begins to stomp away at the floored McKenzie, McKenzie finally spots his chances and rolls out of the ring, trying to gain a little breathing room away from the opening onslaught of Cannon. Cannon taunts McKenzie to get back in the ring as the referee begins to count him out but it's to no avail as McKenzie makes full use of the breathing room provided to him.

Nailz: Looks like Cannon is going hard for McKenzie right here.

Beckett: If I had a Rasslemania moment like Cannon had, I'd be trying to re-establish my bad ass attitude here tonight do. The man showed America his underwear, he needs to recover from that.

McKenzie climbs back up on the apron but Cannon goes back over to continue his attack on the Virus. McKenzie shows enough awareness however and manages to hotshot Cannon's neck right down upon the top rope. As Cannon staggers back away from the ropes, gasping for air, McKenzie re-enters the ring, this time looking to go on the attack himself. He lays in wait as Cannon turns around and the second Cannon turns around, he is met with a clothesline that almost takes his head off. McKenzie goes for the cover but Cannon manages to power out just before the three count.

Nailz: Cannon lost his advantage there, he needs to keep his eyes on the prize.

Beckett: I mean let's be realistic here, the only prize these two are fighting ove is the redemption of Rasslemania failure.

Frustrated by Cannon's kick out, McKenzie gets back up on his feet and begins to await Cannon to get back up himself. The second Cannon gets back up, McKenzie strikes, he tries to take Cannon down with the Comatose State but Cannon manages to dodge McKenzie. As McKenzie turns back around to face Cannon, he is met with a giant boot to the face as Cannon takes him out with the Face the Music finisher. Cannon goes down for the cover.

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Winner: 'The Old Man' Frank Cannon[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner.... FRANK! CANNNNONNNNN!

Nailz: An impressive recovery from Frank Cannon here tonight.

Beckett: You bet. He even managed to keep his pants on for the entire match.

The scene cuts backstage where the Bulkster is wincing in pain and holding his back, sitting on the bench in his locker-room. Something however catches his eye, and he grins from ear to ear.

Bulkster: Oh, brother! Bulkster will be APW World Heavyweight Champion in no time!

Bulkster slowly gets up from his bench, and hobbles over to the corner of the room. On the floor and tucked behind the corner of a locker, is a golden egg! Bulkster bends down to pick it up, but is unable to bend all the way down. As he tries vigerously to bend down for the golden egg, he is still unsuccessful. From out of nowhere, someone in a hooded sweatshirt hits Bulk from behind with a steel folding chair. The figure then bends down, and picks up the golden egg. The scene fades back to ringside.

Nailz: Poor Bulkster, but somebody’s got the golden egg! Who was it?

Beckett: We’ll find out sooner or later, but I sure am glad it wasn't The Bulkster!

Asylum goes to commercial.

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From around the corner comes APW World Champion, Jason Kash. He comes to a stop and as the camera turns, Anthony Bailey is seen with the TapOut Championship slapped over his shoulder. The crowd erupts as both men stand within arms reach of each other. Kash adjusts the World Title draped over his shoulder, Bailey does the same. A grin comes across Kash's face as Anthony Bailey pulls off his glasses.

Jason Kash: Words have been spoken. The crowd likes us for different reasons. Your worst struggle was Mommy and Daddy getting back together. I never had a Father around. Not once. To each his own. What matters is that we perform. Out there, you better not leave anything out or it'll be your ass. Other than that, Good Luck..

Lifting the World Title off his shoulder, Kash holds it out to offer a Belt Bump to Bailey. With hesitation, Bailey removes the TapOut Title and claps it to the World Title. Kash begins to walk past Bailey but Anthony speaks out, throwing an arm in front of Kash to prevent him from walking off.

Anthony Bailey: Must you even question if I will give it my all? My girl and her family are out there in the audience watching. But regardless of who's out there, I always give it my all Kash. You saw what went down at Rasslemania. But the talking stops right here tonight, so I'll see you out there in that ring. Good luck...

Kash grins, lets out a small laugh and continues off the screen. Bailey turns and watches Kash as the scene jumps back to ringside.

We cut back to the Asylum arena to see that it's been dolled up significantly. The entrance ramp has a long, scarlet carpet running down towards it and there's a set piece already in the ring. A large stage with Republican hangings down the sides dominates centre stage and in front of that lies an open trash can. On top of that stage is a podium complete with glass mirror and two microphones in true Political style. It doesn't take a genius to work out who all this is for.

Stenfielder: Ladies and gentlemen, I am now contractually obliged to tell you that it is now time for the part of the show that nobody is waiting for. It is time for the official “coronation” of the Pro Life Championship... So please, welcome for the last time, APW Suicidal Champion MICHAEEEEEEELLLLL CALLAHAAAAAAAAAANNNN!

To mark the momentous occasion, The Section Quartet's melancholy string rendition of “Black Hole Sun” by Soundgarden harps through the speakers. Callahan takes his step out into the lime light with his championship belts held high to one of the strongest negative reactions a man can ever hope to get in the wrestling industry. A cacophony of jeering and disgust falls upon The American Hero, a renewable energy source that powers the twisted mind of Callahan's corrupt mind. Standing as a man about to ruin one of the long running institutions of the Asylum brand, it's well and truly music to his ears. Had Callahan wanted to he could not contain his smirk but he most certainly didn't. This is night and he's going to relish in it.

IN MY EYES... INDISPOSED... IN DISGUISE AS NO ONE KNOWS...
HIDES THE FACE, LIES THE SNAKE, IN THE SUN IN MY DISGRACE...
BOILING HEAT, SUMMER STENCH, 'NEATH THE BACK, THE SKY LOOKS DEAD...
CALL MY NAME THROUGH THE CREAM AND I'LL HEAR YOU SCREAM AGAIN...

BLACK HOLE SUN, WON'T YOU COME AND WASH AWAY THE RAIN?
BLACK HOLE SUN, WON'T YOU COME, WON'T YOU COME?

When Callahan arrives for the biggest moment if his young career he does not appear alone. Twenty one men dressed in the perfectly pressed, suede blue uniform and carrying M21 service rifles are twenty one of our finest Marines. They follow in rank and file, marching down the entrance ramp behind Callahan who's gloating grimace and smarmy waves bring up the audience volume another few decibels.

Beckett: Doesn't it just make you sick? Never in my life have I been so desperate to punch a man in the face. Callahan knows he's about to ruin one of the core pieces of the puzzle that make Asylum great. Not only does he know it, but he's relishing in it.

Nailz: Can we really blame the kid though? He's a product of his environment. We all doubted his abilities, we all gave him Hell for being different and we didn't think he'd amount to anything. Now he's champion, changing the way the game is played here in APW and sure, we can be angry because he's a megalomaniacal douche but in the end he won fair and square. He deserves this. The only people we can blame for what's happening right now is McKenzie and Schmidt.

Climbing into his Republicanised ring via the stairs, Callahan takes another moment to soak up the “adoration” of his “loyal constituents”. Everything's set in place as the Marines form two opposing lines, guns held up high as they prepare for their participation in the evening. With Callahan safely atop his podium, ready to deliver a speech, he clears his throat and pulls the microphone towards him.

Michael Callahan: Good evening, my fellow Americans! It is time for the moment you have ALL been waiting for. Tonight is a night for celebration. It's not just the crowning of a new championship here in APW but it's the dawning of a new day, no, a NEW ERA! We're moving out of the Stone Age and into modernity. We're steadfast heading towards an era where wrestlers are respected for their athletic ability, their technical skill and their passion for their business. An era where wrestlers are wrestlers and not “Megastars” who step out of the gym having eaten a can of tuna and boiled egg thinking they're now a pro wrestler. It's the start of a new order where people like me, Michael Callahan, are accredited for their accomplishments rather than held down because they don't fit in with the head bashing, body building, high-flying trend. Before I get to that though I'd like to say a few words...

A loud collective groan of disapproval from the fans and middle fingers from the front rowers tell Callahan exactly what he needs to know about the public opinion regarding his new championship and yet it doesn't deter him. It encourages him.

Beckett: Oh come on Callahan, just shut up and get this over with!

Nailz: Come on Becky, get real. After everything these fans put this kid through, after what Schmidt was ATTEMPTING to have him do if he lost his match, you really think he's gonna' stand up there and be humble about it all? Nah. He's gonna' milk this baby dry.

Michael Callahan: I want to say something to each and every one of you. Whether you're here now in the building, at home watching on TV and especially if you were there in Indianapolois in the Lucas Oil Centre, this message is for you. Thank you. Without each and every one of your unwavering loyalties and undying support from every last one of my constituents out there I would not have accomplished as much as I have. I would not have become Suicidal or Pro Life Champion and I certainly would not have beaten Chris McKenzie. Most of all though, without your support I would not have been able to usher in this new era of morals and respect. It's been a long two months for me but thanks to everyone pledging their allegiance to a true American hero I can now proudly hold my championship belt before you all and say “This isn't just for me, this is for the people”.. It's not been an easy road... but I'm home.

To credit the fans as being a key catalyst in the success of one of the most unpopular moves in wrestling history is nothing short of fan base suicide. People are already reaching for ice drinks and glass bottles to launch at their duly elected wrestling representative.

Michael Callahan: There were many trials and tribulations in my path to greatness. Beyond the fact that the system itself was against me, I had to deal with all the usual hurdles you would expect and then some. To get here I had to beat a serious illness, a pink-haired harlot miscreant, a Texan babykiller and four of the toughest individuals in the industry to claim my championship. I had the mother of all distractions by having the god damn Wu Tang Clan interrupt my god damn entrance but yet I still kept my game face... Oh and my buddy went into a coma. But that's not important. What is important is that all those trials and tribulations made my victory just that much sweeter when I finally got what I deserved, the Pro Life Championship I wanted.

As he says “Pro Life Championship” he emphatically thrusts the championship belt into the air to display it loud and proud for all his adoring electorate. The ones that hate him, I mean.

Michael Callahan: But there's one man I want to thank specifically. It's not Chris McKenzie, it's not Steve Fukuyama, Hell, it's not even Rick Santorum because Lord knows that he was a rock for me during my time of need. Seriously. He's like my best friend now. No, my personal, most sincerest thank you has to go to our beloved Asylum commissioner... Reginald Schmidt...

Insta-heat. To drag in the man who's responsible for the contractual obligations justifying Callahan's destruction of Asylum really is a slap in the face.

Michael Callahan: No, no, I'm serious guys. Listen. Without the championship match that Mr. Schmidt offered me I never would've become Pro Life Champion. I never would have had what has been the definitive match of my career so far. Most importantly of all though I never would have had the opportunity to humiliate his boy Chris McKenzie and of course this entire wretched product in such a spectacular fashion if it weren't for him. So please, everyone give that man a big round of applause because the monumental event you're all witnessing can be attributed to him. Schmidt, come out here right now. I WANT you to see this moment. You should see the tree that sprung from the seeds you sow.

The fans continue to kick up a storm about Callahan's blatant arrogance. His smirk damn near tears his reptilian little face off as Schmidt's theme song hits. A weary looking Asylum GM starts to wander down to the coronation with his hands in his pockets. He's not happy about it but he's got no choice but to go along with it. He takes a microphone from a stagehand and starts addressing Callahan.

Reginald Schmidt: Well done Callahan. As much as I hate to say it, you tore it down at Mania. You put on a great show and you deserved your win.

Michael Callahan: You're damn right I did. Now please, pay attention as I drop your beloved Suicidal Championship right in the trash where it belongs!

Schmidt's face sinks like a stone as he pulls out the Suicidal Championship for all to see. With one hand he brandishes it a final time and holds it up high above the trash can in front of the podium. The suspense is unbearable until finally, he symbolically releases the gold into a ten foot drop right where it belongs. THUD. The championship falls about ten feet before clattering noisily into its permanent new home. Finalising the decision, he once again holds his Pro Life Championship proudly in the air. Bits of burgers, soft drinks and even some chairs start flying towards the ring now as sheer outrage consumes these blood thirsty Asylum fans. Meanwhile, a rather distinctive looking Marine turns and gives the camera a subtle wink.

Beckett: This is horrific. How much longer is this incessant gloating going to go on for? Wait-, who's that guy winking at the camera?

Nailz: I don't know... I-

Michael Callahan: And now to conclude the era of a self-destructive trophy created for heathens, I would like to call upon these fine soldiers of America's beloved marine corp to give this trashy Suicidal Championship a send off it does not deserve and a welcome only fitting for my brand new belt. Now sadly, the fascists here that run this insignificant part of America's beard have prohibited me from using real live ammunition for the 21 gun salute so I have taken the liberty of loading the rifles with firework rounds. Ready? 3. 2. 1. Go.

In perfect synch, guns start twirling in a masterfully choreographed routine. Up, across and around shoulders, they manipulate their rifles around effortlessly. Such grace and passion. It all goes off without a hitch until the winking Marine decides to toss his rifle for an extra twirl ... and everyone watches as the rifle goes flying stock-first into Michael Callahan's face! Callahan flies off his podium and crashes to the floor, clutching his face as his attacker starts pulling a pillow out from his... or rather her officer jacket.

Nailz: Who the Hell is that?

Beckett: I think that's... OH MY, IT'S SALLY TALFOURD!

Although she's still worn out and weary from her epic collision with Level One, she's never too tired to stick it to Michael Callahan. She steps around the podium and heads across the stage to stand over Callahan who's still delirious from the rifle throw. Sally smiles down at her political firend, then grabs hold of Callahan's jacket and pulls him to his feet.

Sally Talfourd: Callahan! Did you think I’d not come to collect on those shoes you ruined! A hundred bucks!

Michael Callahan: I should've known it was a trap! I thought you were too beautiful to be a Marine-OW HEY!

Callahan takes a swing at Sally, who ducks it and pushes him back to his butt. He still has to hold his nose as we now see there’s a trickle of blood draining out his nose. Callahan tries to get himself up again, but Sally plants a foot on his chest and pushes him to the floor. He looks up her long legs to her, she looks down her nose at him. Again she demands her money, pinning him effortlessly to the ground. Most men would dream of a moment like this. For Callahan though it's a living nightmare.

Sally Talfourd: Listen to me Callahan. If I don't get that $100 you owe me for ruining my shoes I’ll come after something that’s worth a lot more value to you!

Sally slowly turns to look at the Pro Life belt that’s spilled onto the mat. Callahan takes a moment to find what Sally’s looking at, but when he realises his eyes widen. Their eyes lock again, Sally with a smile, and Callahan not looking all too pleased.

Michael Callahan: Alrightalrightalright, Jesus Christ! Just, let me stand up for a sec? You're treading on me! I can pay you now, just let me get my wallet out.

It's the oldest trick in the book and Sally falls for it. Sally steps off from Callahan to allow him to start reaching for his wallet. It's at that point that Steve Fukuyama comes out of nowhere and shoves Sally over the stage and onto the ramp, allowing Callahan the reprieve needed to escape with a timely distraction.

Steve Fukuyama: Get off him!

Callahan doesn't need to be told what to do. He takes up his Pro Life championship and he flees like a scalded dog back towards the entrance ramp while Sally is left stewing in her rage on the entrance ramp.

Michael Callahan: I can't believe you fell for that! HAHAHAHA!

Beckett: And Callahan is fleeing yet again from another potential threat! Sally Talfourd looks furious, Nailz! She wants her money!

Nailz: Well those were some damn nice shoes and when you scrap with the likes of Level One and win, I’d say you’ve got some right to a little more respect than what Michael Callahan has been showing her of late. I can't say I blame her for ruining Callahan’s celebrations here.

Asylum finds itself backstage in the company of three whole entire men. Of these three men, one is holding a microphone, one is short and pudgy and is wearing a baseball cap to hide his hair line and the other is a blonde loudmouth. Yes, we find ourselves in the company of APW's trusty backstage interview Jack Spad, Superagent Dirk Dickwood and the man who claims to be the 'True Voice of APW', Mr Philip 'Pippers' Atken.

Spade: Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time, Mr Dirk Dickwood and his client, Phil Atken!

The crowd have a small erruption of cheers but general are either indifferent or are already in

Spade: Now Phil, I know you're coming off a sting loss against Julius Farquhar at Rasslemania and I'm sure you wish to address that...

Atken: Not really.

Spade: Then why did you request this time....

Dickwood: I think what my client is trying to say is at this time he doesn't wish to discuss Farqu...

Atken: No Dirk, what I'm trying to say is I don't want to address him at all.

Dickwood: Then why are we here Phil?

Phil stares down with Dickwood and snatches the microphone out of the grasp and evil clutches of the mad man, Jack Spade.

Atken: Fine folks of the Asylum viewing audience, I'm here tonight with some distressing and indeed upsetting news. You see at Rasslemania, I received a few bumps on the ole noggin, not to mention some horrific tea related injuries...

Dickwood: TEA RELATED INJURIES? THERE'S NO SUCH THING!

Atken: Shush Dirk, the adults are talking.

Dickwood: I'm more adult than you and need I mention you aren't actually talking to anyone right...

Atken: As I was saying, I had some in depth discussions with no less than two doctors of all the medicines, including homoeopathy and they have given me the following note.

Dickwood: What is this note? You didn't let me see this note!

Dirk tries to snatch the note away from Phil as he pulls it out of his pocket but is not very successful in his attempts.

Atken: Dirk, if you grab it then nobody can have it. Sharing is caring Dirk.

Dirk mumbles to himself as Phil clears his throat.

Atken: Now the following letter may come as a shock to some of my fine fans in APW but at the end of the day, I really feel like I have to take my doctors advice. So here goes:

“Dear Sir and/or Madam Delete As Applicable,

Phil Atken cannot wrestle anymore for the moment again ever for now because he has suffer no less than six (6) awful tea related injuries. It is under my advisement that Phil Atken put himself on the proverbial shelf

Hugs and Kisses, Lots of Love,
Phil's Doctor”

Nailz: Is Phil retiring? I can't believe what I'm hearing right now. I just can't believe that this is true.

Beckett: Good riddence, he's not worth the hassle. I still can't get over him standing in the way of Julius Farquhar's glorious Asylum Empire.

Atken: But do not be dismayed you fine sexy fiends of the APW viewing emporium. I will still be here every week with a microphone in hand. Yes, that's right. I'm going to get to the true heart of all matters Asylum, unlike this Jack the Jerk over here with his poor posture and awful taste in ties. No, we deserve better APW and I shall provide you that betterment! And I will also possibly provide you a better mint too!

Phil thumbs over at a rather slumped and defeated Jack Spade.

Atken: Yes, live, in two weeks, I welcome my first guest to the True Voice of APW's own little slice of Asylum. So get your pants on and get ready because Atken's Asylum is ready and with a microphone in my hand on a twice-a-month basis, APW will never be the same.

Phil drops the mic and walks off camera as Dirk chases behind him, Phil's doctors letter in his hand.

Dickwood: Wait! Wait! We never discussed this!

The scene fades to black as Asylum cuts to more messages from the sponsors.

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"My kinda party" starts playing as the Plowboys make their way to the ring drinking Bud Light Lime beers and wearing their camo gear. Adam sprays the crowd with some beer as he climbs into the ring.

Beckett: Who the hell are these guys!?

Nailz: I don't know, but I'm guessing Adam Young will probably tell us shortly.

Adam-APW we are putting you on notice that theres a new revolution takeing over, a Redneck one. We are here to do two things, drink some beer and win the APW tag titles. Studmuffins we are just going to put it out like this, hand over the straps and we might let you walk away without a beating. You have until next Asylum to shine those belts up real nice and hand them over to us. Now its time for us to drink a few more beers....

Adam slides out of the ring and walks over to a guy in the crowd wearing a Studmuffins t-shirt. Adam eyeballs him and slaps him in the face and spits on the t-shirt.

Adam-What in the hell do you think about that son? You man enough to step on over that railing and do something about it or are you going to puss out like a Studmuffin does.

The guy just stands there with a tear in his eye holding his face.

Adam-Just what I thought bitch out. Hit our music!

"My kinda party" starts playing as the Plowboys leave the ringside area.

Stenfelder: The Following Contest is set for One Fall! Introducing first!

My Chemical Romance's "Helena" fills the arena as a shadow appears up in the rafters as the crowd are in an uproar. Chants of "The Grave Stalker" & "You Need Help!!!" are split amongst the capacity crowd. Donovan Caine stretches out gripping a black rope sliding down from the Rafters into the Squared Circle. He's weilding a Steel Black Bat pointing it around the Arena at various fans smiling sickly. He then takes off his black trench coat, gives it to the referee and tosses the bat to the outside. Caine's cold dead eyes are well placed upon the entrance ramp. Before he can properly smoke fills the arena especially the ring. It's a bitter fog and finally he's announced.

Stenfelder: He was born in A Shallow Grave weighing in at 210 pounds. "The King Of The Dead" Donovan Caineeeeeeeeeee!!!

Donovan Caine laugh,lets out a high pitch screech making the announcer run off before awaiting the match to begin.

Stenfelder: And his opponent...He comes to us from Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada! He is "The Crownless King" MAATTTT MAATLOOOOCCCKKK!!!

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.

Nailz: This being considered a New Season for APW, these two look prepared to put their names up on the ranking. Glad to see Caine back on Asylum!

Beckett: It's where he belongs and will see great things if he puts in the work. I personally like Matlock in this one though, this guy is a future APW Champion without question. Here is his chance to move forward towards that goal.

Matt Matlock vs. Donovan Caine

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They lock up quickly after the sound of the bell. Matlock the bigger of the two walks Caine backwards into the far ropes. He breaks from the tight grapple and Big Slaps down with an open chest slap. Caine pushes Matlock off him and rushes in, trying to take his opponent's head off with a vicious clothesline. Matlock doesn't budge. The two face off and Donovan Caine rushes across the ring, hitting the ropes and coming back to Matlock with another clothesline. Nothing. This time Matlock hits the ropes, bounces back and hits Caine with a clothesline of his own but Caine doesn't move much himself.

Matlock turns to hit the ropes again but surprises Caine but cutting back and taking his head off with a short clothesline that drops the Man in Paint. The crowd enjoyed the back and forth test but Matlock isn't looking to please anyone and continues to attack. He kick pushes at Caine, punches him with a hard hook as he tries to get back to his feet. Matlock grabs Caine's head as he sits up almost on his knees. Matt Matlock drives repeated knees into Caine's face. His face paint rubs and peels from the repeated shots until Matlock just lets his opponent slump over. Matlock drops down and hooks the leg, making the first pin attempt of the match.

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Beckett: OHH!! I hoped Matlock had it there, what knees!!

Nailz: Donovan Caine is fighting, he wants this too and that isn't enough to finish "King of the Dead"!

Donovan Caine burst out of the pin showing life. Lumped like a sack of flour on his side he pushes over onto his stomach. Matlock gets up, pulling Caine up with him. Matlock hooks him in for a Suplex but Caine reverses it with a Northern Lights Suplex. He doesn't go for the pin but both of them are quick to return to their feet. Matlock comes in fast, Donovan Caine leans forward, catching Matlock and lifting him into a Flapjack high in the air. As he comes down, Donovan Caine switches it up and hits an Ace Cutter on Matlock as he comes down from the Flapjack. The fans bounce in excitement at the move performed.

Nailz: Wow, what a combo of moves by Donovan Caine! Very impressive!

Beckett: Matt Matlock might need to catch up not, things might be over for him soon..

Donovan Caine pushes to his feet. He grabs Matlock, ripping him up from the canvas and pulling him in. Caine has Matlock in a gutwrench but lifts him, setting him up for his "Six Feet Under" Belly to Back Tombstone and drops Matlock directly into the ring canvas. Caine rolls Matlock over and doesn't bother covering the leg as the referee goes for the pin.

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Stenfelder: Winner by Pinfall...DONNOOOVAAANN CAAAIIINEEE!!

"Helena" plays once again throughout the Arena as the Referee raises Donovan Caine's hand in victory. Caine drops and rolls out the ring, leaving ringside as Matt Matlock is left disappointed.

Asylum is back from the commercials, and we find the adorable, the lovely, the beautiful Sally Talfourd ready for her match. She’s just chilling, you know, like a former APW champion does. She’s actually getting her head into gear, making sure that there’s going to be as few surprises as she can imagine. It’s all a buzz, with everything just passing her by, until...

Anthony Bailey: Sally Talfourd?

Sally looks up to find the one and only Tap Out Champion Anthony Bailey siding up to her. Sally hops off the production create that she’s been sitting on to give this deserving champion a deserving handshake.

Sally: Anthony Bailey. Nice to meet you. I saw your win at Rasslemania. Very impressive. It’s not every day someone walks in and gets noticed, you know, a few weeks after debuting.

Anthony: Well, I only did what I knew to do.

Sally: And what was that?

Anthony: Win.

Both of them let out a little laugh, then Sally looks over Anthony’s belt draped over his shoulder for the world to see. And rightly so! You have to show off the bling!

Sally: Nice piece of jewellery. You’ll have to work hard to keep it.

Anthony: What, you’re thinking of getting one?

Sally: Me? Oh no! No no no, I only go up against people I know I can beat.

Anthony: From what I saw at Mania, there wouldn’t be many people in APW that you couldn’t.

Sally: Are you one of them?

Anthony has to laugh at all this. He’s been backed into a bit of a corner here. It’s not very face-ish to start bragging about beating on one of the fan favourites. He adjusts the belt with a shy smile.

Anthony: Well, I’d love to be able to test myself out against one of the APW legends one day.

Sally: I’ll keep that in mind, champ. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a little thing to take care of.

Anthony: What’s that?

Sally: Julius Farquhar.

Sally and Anthony share a last laugh before Sally heads off, patting the Tap Out Champion on the shoulder. Anthony watches Sally as she leaves, lingers for a moment, then heads off himself, preparing for his match of his own.

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Nailz: I'm real eager to see Johnny Sykes in action next week! I can't wait!

Adam: Making his way to the ring at this time, weighing in at 220 pounds and being accompanied by Rico Steel: Mike Morrison.

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

Beckett: And it’s our resident loopy Mike Morrison, apt member of Asylum.

Nailz: Don’t be so quick to write Mike off. For a while, he’s been showing his worth here. And working with Rico here can only help his chances.

Adam: And his opponent for the night, weighing in at 115 pounds, Hayley Hitch!

The arena lights fade until the arena is almost totally dark. Smoke starts to fill up around the entrance as white lights start to flash as the beat for "S&M" starts to build up slowly. Once the music really kicks in through the smoke the silhouette of a woman can be seen before Hayley Hitch runs through the smoke to the middle of the stage. She glances around at the crowd, looking at the fans before she leans forward, letting her long hair fall in front of her before she snaps up, flipping her hair back and holding her arms out with a smile on her face. Hayley then starts down the ramp watching the fans as she goes before she runs the last few steps around to the side of the ring, jumping up and sitting on the ring apron. Hayley grabs the middle ropes, pulling herself up to her feet. Hayley goes to the middle of the apron before sitting on the middle rope, kicking on leg up towards the crowd before turning and going through the ropes to the ring. She then heads to the corner, climbing up to the middle turnbuckle and once more leaning forward and flipping her hair back with her arms out and a smile on her face. Hayley then jumps down and puts her leg on the rope, stretching as she waits for the start of the match.

Beckett: Has anyone said yet how great it is to have Hitch here on Asylum?

Nailz: I’m sure you mean for her skill in the ring, yes?

Mike Morrison w/ Rico Steel vs. Hayley Hitch

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The match begins with some quick back and forth, both Mike and Hayley showing off their wrestling credentials. However, it’s not long until Mike is able to exploit his size and strength advantage, brawls Hitch into a corner and hits her with a snap suplex. There’s a quick pin attempt, but Hitch is out with ease. Morrison keeps control of the match, sending Hitch reeling with a headbutt, followed up with a DDT. Another cover attempt, but Hitch is out again. Mike hip tosses her across the mat, then goes to work on her shoulder, clearly getting her ready for the straight jacket. Getting the crowd behind her, Hitch is able to wrangle her way to the ropes, gets a count out from the hold. When they’re back up the face, Mike comes in, Hitch ducks, goes to the ropes and comes back with dropkick to Mike’s knee. When he’s down, she hits him across the head with a modified Hitch Kick.

Nailz: Neither one here is going to want to give an inch. Hitch is already showing that she’s ready to fight back against Mike.

Beckett: Yeah, but how many times can she do it?

As Mike is getting up, Hitch has gone to the top rope and hits him with a missile dropkick. She comes in to lock on a Boston Crab, but gets kicked away. Mike is back to her feet and there is back and forth brawling between the two. Mike gets on top of it all, and hits a dropkick. Hitch goes to the corner. Mike follows in with a clothesline, and as Hitch comes out he goes for the Madness Effect. Hitch is able to counter, gets free, comes off the ropes and hits a chopblock. Getting Mike down again, she hits a modified swinging neckbreaker. She is in for a pin, but Mike is out at the 2. Hitch continues to offense, working Mike to the corner. Working him over in the corner, she is able to work Mike into position then crashes him down on his head with a single arm DDT. Goes in for a pin, but only gets to 2 as Mike’s foot mysterious finds the rope while Rico is standing nearby.

Nailz: Rico may well have just cost Hitch a win there!

Beckett: We never know how that could have finished, so don’t you be slandering the name of our former champion!

Hitch is back to her feet, working Mike over with European uppercuts and chops. Into the corner, and she tries to whip him across the ring. Mike is alert enough to reverse it. Hitch goes into the corner now. Mike heads to the centre of the ring. He comes charging in with a clothesline. Hitch tries to avoid it, but Rico holds her feet in place. Mike slams into Hitch, who slums to her knees. At the ref is going off at Rico, Mike leans alongside him on the ropes ... with his foot across the throat of Hitch! The ref is none the wiser as he turns back, Hayley gasping for air. Mike pulls her to his feet and sends her to the ropes. He waits for her to come back, then hits her with a snap suplex. He goes in for the pin, but Hitch manages to get the shoulder up moments before the three! Mike is getting fed up, roughs Hitch up some, then goes in for the Madness Effect. Reversed by Hitch ... reversed again by Mike! He sends Hayley crashing into the mat with the DDT. The ref is in for the count as Rico holds Hitch’s feet below the ropes. The ref counts, 1
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Adam: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Mike Morrison!

Morrison's music hits as Rico joins "Mr. Madness" in the ring, raising his partner's arm in victory.

Beckett: An impressive, crafty win for Mike Morrison tonight! It may not heal the sting of losing to the Studmuffins again at RassleMania, but the Martyrs get another shot next week at proving their tag team worth against Julius Farquhar and Manservant!

Nailz: Expect that one to be brutal, as all of the Martyrs of Madness matches are!

We’re backstage in the arena inside the dressing room of Julius Farquhar, who remains very unhappy with Manservant after his actions earlier in the show.

Julius: Who do you think you are? You’re a big stinking moron that’s what you are! You do what I tell you and when I tell you to do it.

Manservant is cutting the body language of a child being scolded by an angry parent.

Julius: How dare you interfere with my business! You are not a wrestler; you are barely a human being. You are a scoundrel Manservant, just like every other man, woman and child in this organisation.

Julius is irate and takes a pause before continuing his assault.

Julius: Tell me, who put you up to it? Was it Reginald? Was it Phil Atken? I bet...

Julius is stopped by the sound of someone coughing off camera. The camera zooms out to reveal a short, fat bald man in a suit. Think Matt Lucas in a suit and you are pretty much there.

Julius: Who the bloody Hell are you?

?: My name is Dr. Mike Weazle.

Julius: And?

Dr. Weazle: I am Manservant’s speech therapist.

Julius: Congratulations, but let me tell you this man is a moron, he can barely utter a breath never mind speak.

Julius turns back to Manservant.

Julius: Now tell you ugly pile of horse dung, who put you up it?

Dr. Weazle: I did.

Julius: What?

Dr. Weazle: If you are referring to what happened in the ring earlier, that was my idea.

Julius: You are responsible!

Dr. Weazle: By the way, you do know it is illegal to physically or emotional bully and humiliate an employee.

Julius looks at Manservant.

Julius: Him? An employee? Don’t be ridiculous. He is a scoundrel, and he will be getting a bloody good thrashing when I get him home.

Dr. Weazle: I’m afraid that won’t be happening. Manservant is coming with me.

Julius: Excuse me?

Dr. Weazle: As his doctor I am taking him into care. He has a very important match in two weeks; it will be my job to ensure he is properly prepared.

Julius protests but Dr. Weazle hands him a piece of paper.

Dr. Weazle: It’s all official and proper and right there on that sheet of paper. Come on Manservant.

Manservant follows Dr. Weazle out of the room.

Julius: You can’t do this! I’m Julius Farquhar...who do you think you are!

But it’s no good; they have gone, leaving Julius all alone in his locker room without his Manservant, without a World Title shot, and with only the daunting prospect of having to face The Martyrs of Madness on the next show.

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Asylum comes back on the air with the teams of Michael Callahan & Gubayama Takagi and Isamu Suzuki & Billy Pepsi already in the ring. The two teams eye each other down, while the fans firmly show their support for the team of Isamu and Billy.

Before the ref can call for the bell, Callahan notices a fan in the front row with a sign saying “MICHAELCALLAHANISASEXYFUCK.com." He exits the ring and stands next to the fan for a well timed photo op. Isamu and Billy look annoyed at the champ in the ring, but as soon as he slides back in, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Billy Pepsi & Isamu Suzuki vs. Michael Callahan & Gubayama Takagi

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As the dynamic ring action gets underway, it goess straight into Callahan and Suzuki who want to recapture their previous heat from the last tag match they had. Suzuki goes straight into domination mode, executing some unique suplexes on the weary American who still hasn't quite recovered from the Rasslemania pasting he took. On the other hand, he is quite able to dish out some yummy counters for Suzuki to chew on and with a stiff kick to the back from Takagi as he attempts a rope rebound move, leaving an opening for Callahan to make a tag.

Nailz: This will be our first chance to see Takagi in action in an APW ring!

Takagi comes in like a house on fire and started bulldozing Suzuki with Samoan Drops and Delayed Vertical Suplexes. Pepsi tries to get in on the action and charges but gets his face damn near DDT'd to death as a reward for his voucher claim on screw ups. This distraction however allowes Suzuki to nail a death defying spinning back elbow from the top rope and ultimately tag Pepsi in. Pepsi takes charge and isolates Takagi who tries to get back into it but the dazing high-flying renderes him not particularly capable of doing so.

Nailz: Takagi is dizzy as Heck! He can barely stand!

The end comes as Takagi seizes control of the contest with a horrific, neck-snapping Dragon Suplex and then goes on to hit his signature Brainbustaaaaah. Lifting him up for the vile suplex/DDT combination, Takagi is wowed by Pepsi actually managing to counter into an inside cradle. Takagi managed to roll the move so that Pepsi was also getting pinned too as the ref slides in to make the count, 1
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Stenfielder: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of a double pinfall, this match ends in a draw!!!!

Beckett: WHAT?! NO!

The fans boo the double-pinfall, and Takagi just levels Pepsi with a stiff punch to the jaw! As he pulls him up for another Brainbustaaaah, Isamu rushes in to make the save, brawling with Takagi! Pepsi rolls out of the ring. Meanwhile, Callahan hops to the outside, grabbing a hold of his Pro-Life Title and motions for Takagi to join him. Gubayama gives Isamu a hard shove the sends the fan favorite rolling back into the corner, and Gubayama Takagi joins Callahan in getting out of dodge.

Isamu is getting up after the hard shove and the fans are beginning to cheer for the effort he put in, but just as quickly, the crowd starts murmuring about something going on.

Nailz: Hey, what's going on?

Beckett: Something's going on in the crowd; whatever it is, it's gotta' be more interesting than this.

Isamu does not seem to notice the murmuring, but he sure notices when a man decked out in broad swaths of red and white with a mask of the same colors with three large horns sticking out blasts him from behind with a forearm to the back of the head. Isamu goes right down to the mat and the crowd howls boos at the masked assailant who came in through the crowd.

Nailz: What the hell is this guy's problem?

Beckett: I don't know, but I was right; this IS more interesting!

Isamu struggles to get to his feet, but the masked man keeps him from doing so with several clubbing blows to the back and head. After a few moments, Isamu shoves the masked man away to create some distance, but this only gives him room to get bowled over with a hard clothesline. The crowd boos ever louder as the masked man starts stalking Isamu, who is trying to get up again. As he pulls himself up to his feet with the ropes, the masked man gets more anxious, and he turns to springboard off the ropes as Isamu staggers forward, walking right into a springboard roundhouse kick that lays him flat out. The crowd boos louder as the masked man stands over Isamu's body, which has fallen still.

Nailz: Man, what is this guy's problem with Isamu? He just had a hard fought match against the Suicidal--

Beckett: That's Pro-Life champion to you, Nailz, and I like this guy. Just wish I knew who he was...

The masked man is about to oblige him, as he reaches up to his mask. He does so slowly, to draw out the suspense, but once he gets there, he pulls it off quickly and dramatically to reveal a familiar set of facepaint that makes the crowd boo ever louder.

Nailz: Oh, come on! Donovan Caine?

Beckett: Ha! I knew he was a keeper, but he just keeps getting better in my eyes!

Donovan Caine plays up toward the crowd’s boos before grabbing a microphone with the Asylum logo imprinted upon it. He walked around the rings in circles before kneeling down placing his knee onto the chest of Isamu Suzuki. He starts slapping the mask he just removed a few times across his still facial epidermis. The crowd didn’t know what to make of this as Caine starts to tug and pull at his hair with the Mic echoing a loud distinct feedback. Caine finally stops this insane tactic before groaning his frustrations over the loud speaker.

Nailz: What’s going on through this guy’s head?

Beckett: I have no idea but I think we’re about to find out.

Donovan Caine: There’s nothing for me to say, it’s really nothing to go on. I laid out Isamu Suzuki is that all you people care about. This man committed the biggest sin of them all by not honoring his parents. Those who don’t honor their parents deserve to be beaten within an inch of their pathetic lives. So look at your role model, he’s nothing more than an ungrateful punk with no morals. Miserable wretch thinks he can simply eliminate me from the Rasslemania match then continue to live this façade. No longer shall sinners run the Asylum. Isn’t this a Sunday? So let’s keep the Sabbath day Holy shall we. Ohhhhh… Boys!!!

Just as Caine says this four men wearing face paint appear on the stage. They all look around but don’t really say anything. All of them have their eyes upon Caine awaiting instruction of some kind. But what kind of instruction is it?

Nailz: Caine thinks he’s making a point with this filth. Who does he think he is a comic book villain?

Beckett: Shut Up Nailz! The King’s speaking.

Donovan Caine: Once upon a time these four men were lost just like Isamu Suzuki, Matt Matlock, Jason Kash and so forth. No longer shall you be lost in the shadows of sin for all of you can change. Repent now for the war of all wars is coming right into your living room. My decree as King of the Dead is to make sure all of your souls are cleansed. For it’s my job to make sure you make to Heaven or Hell. I am the man who controls that large cesspool of limbo called Purgatory! Fear not foolish mortals for you can avoid a long stay as a ghastly ghoul. Just reach out to me now in your hearts, do not be afraid to commit to the precious Lord. Give him your undivided attention for he is The Sun, Moon & the Stars. Please do not be ashamed of repentance tonight… You once felt alone but you aren’t alone anymore. I’m here to give you full access to the pearly gates. So grab a hold of your neighbor’s hand and bow your heads. I will recite this holy message for we shall be in repentance. So now let us pray…

Donovan Caine gets down upon his knees and so does the four men upon the stage in a Tebowing like position.

Beckett: Close your eyes Nailz. It’s your only chance to save your soul.

Nailz: I’d rather burn in hell than follow this jack ass in prayer.

Donovan Caine: Our father thou in heaven, this world is filled with so much sin and lost youth. There are people here tonight in need of your guidance Lord. So come down and touch the hearts of those lost in drugs, alcohol and pornographic materials. Give these people deliverance upon your sacrifice on that cross. Do right by them Lord as they now want to do right by you. In an instant lift their pain away from their bodies. Give them a new lease on life and the Holy Spirit to overcome any obstacles. Give them that strength Lord, the same strength I used to lay out both Matlock & Suzuki. Oh Lord!!! Don’t give up on them as now they want to enter your Kingdom. On April 8th, 2012 these Men, Women & Children are following your example of being pure in mind, body & soul. So now that they are cleansed in your name let us say… Amen!!!

Just as Amen echoes across the loud speaker the entire José Miguel Agrelot Coliseum goes pitch black. The crowd echoes their emotions as the electrical technicians struggled to get the lights back on. When the lights come back on Donovan Caine & his Legion are all vanished. Only thing left in the ring is the Mask & Costume that Caine had worn in his attack on Isamu Suzuki. Suzuki is being helped out of the squared circle by medical officials while Nailz & Beckett try to make sense of everything.

Nailz: So just like that he comes out here attacks an international superstar in Suzuki and delivers us in repentance. And for what? Doesn’t he know the Bill of Rights? Freedom of Religion it’s in there bright as day. Look it up sometime Einstein instead of hiding your hideous face with paint.

Beckett: The King’s message was beautiful as always. The man’s misunderstood but deep down he’s trying to purge this brand of the dead weight. Matt Matlock and Isamu Suzuki is just an appetizer for this guy. Who’s to say he’s not rallying up his Legion for an all-out attack on our Junkie World Champion. Believe it or not Nailz but the Pro-Life era was just the beginning. The religious crusades on Asylum are the next step in the right direction.

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? ? ?: I’M HARDCORE DAMN IT!!.......I’M FUCKIN’ VIOLENT!!

A voice is heard from down the hallway screaming out to the world. With anger and distain in his voice; it could only be 1 person. With the loss to Jason Kash at Rasslemania, Johnny Knuckles is angry with himself. He left it all in the ring that violent night and even though the respect he has for his longtime nemesis is more than he ever had for anybody else, he can’t help but be angry.

SMASH!! CRASH!!!

Loud noises can be heard from Knuckles room as the ring crew working nearby look on in curiosity. Cindy Shannon, hesitantly, walks over to the door and knocks on it to maybe see if Knuckles is ok. She hears laughter as she slowly creeps her way in.

Cindy: Hey John, is everything ok?

Knuckles is seen in front of a broken mirror chuckling to himself. She looks around and notices that the room is a wreck and blood dripping off the floor.

Cindy: John?

Knuckles: …….hehehehehehe

The dark side of Knuckles seems to be showing as Cindy starts backing out of the room. He slowly turns and starts following her out and as he looks up, his face again is covered in blood from a crimson mask creeping Cindy out. Almost the same mask he had at Rasslemania.

Knuckles: 6 long years Cindy……I beat his Kashed Out but couldn’t find a cure for his UTI.

Cindy: Well Knuckles, they make over the counter medicine for that…..

Kuckles: HA, very clever. The fact is Cindy, I can’t get the job done. No matter how hard I tried and now the ship has sailed. There IS NO MORE CHANCES!!

Cindy: ….Well maybe fate will offer another?

Knuckles: Ya right! And I guess pigs will fly and eggs will pop up out of nowhere….WHERE’S MY DONKEY!!.............WHOA!!

Knuckles suddenly slips and falls landing flat on his back and into a pile of donkey shit left behind from his new mascot. Apparently, he had stepped on a golden egg that happened to be hidden in a very ungodly place. After cursing to himself for a few good minutes, he looks to see what made him slip and fall only to find the egg.

Knuckles: Well THAT certainly was random……and WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS EGG DOIN’ IN DONKEY SHIT!!? KAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Asylum cuts back out ringside, where the announce team is laughing.

Beckett: Well it looks like Johnny Knuckles will get another shot at Jason Kash's title at Mayhem! However, both eggs have been found, we just don't know who found the first one yet!

Elgar’s Pomp & Circumstance March No. 1 in D (“Land of Hope and Glory”) blasts from the PA. Julius Farquhar steps through the curtain carrying a flagpole bearing the red cross of St. George on white black background (the flag of England). He waves the flag around and walks to the ring ignoring the insults being hurled at him or any attempts to touch him.

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

Farquhar 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.

The crowd is buzzing with anticipation for the coming match. On cue, the lights take on a blue tinge and 'Trouble Maker' hits the speakers. This sets the crowd off: everyone knows who this is leading up to. As the song bursts to life, out races Sally Talfourd, racing to the front of the stage. Raising her hands to the crowd, she kicks her leg and heads towards the ring, slapping hands with the crowd that hangs over the rails for her.

Stenfelder: Making her Asylum debut this evening, weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and forty pounds, standing in at five feet and ten inches of perfection, this is Sally Talfourd!

Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, waving to the crowd as she is announced. When that's done, she dashes up the steps, hoists herself over the top ring and bounces to the centre of the ring. Poses for the crowd as the lights return to normal and the music fades out. The crowd still cheers for the adorable Sally as she starts to stretch for the match.

Nailz: I’m so excited to have the one and only Sally Talfourd on Asylum now!! What a beautiful and phenomenal talent we have here in our midst! Both competitors are coming off of huge wins at Rasslemania so tonight will be a showcase of flawless skill!

Beckett: Don’t get too excited Nailz. The only reason Sally is here in the first place is because she’s hiding in fear from The Sindicate. My money is on Julius Farquhar to take the win. I can’t find it in my heart to root for cowards.

Julius Farquhar vs. Sally Talfourd

The bell rings and the two lock up…Sally shoves Julius backwards and the look on Farquhar’s face shows that he is surprised by her strength, especially give her small frame. They lock up again…Farquhar turns Sally around, lifts her up, and nails a shinbreaker! Sally doesn’t fall to the mat but holding her shin, she turns around to an English uppercut from Farquhar! Still refusing to fall down, Sally holds her neck in pain while bending over with her back facing Julius. Farquhar comes up from behind and places her in a headlock position. Running bulldog on Talfourd by Farquhar!! Quick thinking by Farquhar as he taunts the booing crowd while Sally slowly rises to her feet. Farquhar aims to pounce on her once again, but her boot connects to his head with a spinning wheel kick!!! The crowd’s boos turn into cheers as the former World Champion now moves to the offensive side of things. Sally helps Julius rise to his feet…and she nails him with a corkscrew neckbreaker! The Quintessentially English one immediately rolls under the bottom rope to the outside of the ring to prevent any more moves by The Last Magician. Sally quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle…egging on the fans who are cheering loudly for her, she leaps off of the turnbuckle and nails Farquhar with a vicious missle dropkick to the outside of the ring as soon as he turns around!!!! The audience is going crazy!!

Nailz: Excellent match so far!! Both of these mega stars can’t seem to get the best of one another. The moment one of them is on the offensive, the other makes sure that they don’t stay there for too long.

Beckett: I don’t like what’s going on here! It’s obvious that The Last Magician is using some kind of witchcraft or sorcery to pull this off. It’s not fair!!

The referee continues to count as both mega stars are slow to rise to their feet. When the referee gets to the number six, both Sally and Julius extract their last amounts of energy to roll back into the ring. Julius, moving a tad bit faster than Sally, smashes her in the head with a hard football kick as soon as she re-enters the ring! Julius lifts Sally up and slams her right back down to the mat with a speedy snap suplex. Hooking her leg in the process, he goes for the pin and the referee drops to the mat and begins to count.

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Kickout by Sally Talfourd! She’s not going to go down that easy! Julius can’t believe it and knew without a doubt that he had her beat. Farquhar grabs Sally’s ankle…and he has the ankelock applied! But not for too long because Sally immediately grabs the bottom rope due to her close positioning to them! Frustrated but complying with the referee, Julius lets go. Back to his feet and coming off of the ropes, Julius connects with a legdrop…NO! Sally rolls out of the way in just the nick of time. Briskly back to her feet, she catches Farquhar with a shining wizard before he is even able to think!!

Sally pulls the unconscious Farquhar into the middle of the ring. She runs towards the ropes…HAPPY ENDING!!! She got it! Staying on top of him, the referee begins to count.

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Winner: Sally Talfourd

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, Sssalllllllyyyy Taaaalllfooouuurrrddd!!!!

‘Trouble Maker’ begins to blast through the PA system once more as Sally raises her hands proudly in victory for her highly anticipated Asylum debut.

Nailz: Strong showing here by the awesome and lovely Sally Talfourd!! Coming off of her huge victory against Level One at Rasslemania and with this win here tonight in San Juan, Sally has proven that she is unstoppable!

Beckett: Don’t get ahead of yourself just yet Nailz. The only thing that Sally Talfourd has proven to me is that her nickname makes it obvious how she manages to come away with these “huge” victories of hers. It’s all pure luck that has allowed The Last Magician to win!

Asylum goes to a commercial break as Julius Farquhar rises up slowly and heads backstage. Sally Talfourd then exits the ring and walks up the aisle slapping hands with numerous excited fans along the way. As she approaches the curtain, she disappears behind it smiling and waving to the fans.

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Stenfelder: The following contest is a non-title match scheduled for one fall!

Nailz: It's Main Event time in the Asylum, and these fans are ready!

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, with the Tap Out Title around his waist, 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, he is the APW Tap Out Champion, Anthony “The Promise” Bailey!

Nailz: Bailey won the Tap Out Challenge and earned the APW Tap Out Championship by virtue of his victory over Chaz Dillinger at RassleMania!

Beckett: It was as physical and technical a match that you'll see for that title, and if Bailey could beat Dillinger, then I think he could beat anyone in the Tap Out division!

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. Anthony removes his title, holds it up in the air garnering more cheers, and hands it over to the referee.

As "Houston" begins to play with the Monday Night Football Theme and the rap beat merges in and begins to thump, pulsing the heads of fans filling the arena, Jason Kash steps out from the back as the music spills out vibrating the arena as fans get to their feet. His APW World Heavyweight Championship belt safely wrapped around his waist as he steps to the center of the Entrance Ramp. Kash leans forward and slaps the metal stage three quick taps and then puts his two fingers to his mouth, hits the "Air Joint" as do all his fans. Two puffs and his arms shoot up above him as the fans let out a chant of "LIGHT. IT.UP".

Stenfelder: And his opponent, weighing in at 230 pounds, from Houston, Texas, he is the APW Heavyweight Champion of the World, “The Influence” Jason Kash!

Beckett: Jason Kash had a war himself at RassleMania, successfully retaining the title against Johnny Knuckles. However, he may have bit off more than he can chew with the Easter Egg Hunt he arranged for tonight, considering he'll now be defending that belt against both Johnny Knuckles and whoever found the other egg at Mayhem!

Nailz: You won't hear any complaints from Kash, though! He's a fighting champion through and through!

Kash heads to the ring, touching air joints with a few fans leaning over the guard railing. He gets to ringside, takes the few steps up the Steel Stairs. He walks along the ring apron and dips down under the top rope, bouncing on the middle and enters the ring. He hits the far ropes from where he entered and leaning against them, he raises both arms and the World Heavyweight Title into the air as the fans roar their cheers. With both men in the ring, they shake hands as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Jason Kash vs. Anthony “The Promise” Bailey

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Nailz: A nice show of respect from these two before the match begins, but now that the bell has rung, they are all business!

Kash and Bailey circle around the ring, neither man wanting to make the first move. Both have confident looks on their faces, and the crowd is split pretty evenly, getting dueling “LET'S GO BAILEY!” “LET'S GO KASH!” chants going real quickly. The two men eventually tie up in the middle of the ring, and the crowd absolutely explodes! Kash pushes Bailey back a bit, but then Bailey digs in and pushes back! The two men continue to push each other back and forth, standing at a flat-out stalemate! They release the collar-and-elbow tie up and the fans continue to be loud and rowdy!

Beckett: These two appear to be very evenly matched here in the early going.

The two men tie up again, and once more, it's a stalemate, with neither man gaining a significant advantage. After about a minute of struggling, Kash disengages and takes a wild swing at Bailey's face! “The Promise” blocks it and swings a fist of his own! Kash blocks his attempt, and swings back, nailing Bailey right on the chin! The two men begin to trade punches fast and furious, until Kash gets the advantage, backing Bailey into the ropes. He whips him hard and on the rebound, hoists him up, drilling him hard into the mat with an Anderson Spinebuster! With Bailey down, Kash is quick to give him a series of Ankle Stomps, trying to take Bailey's legs out from under him! After a few stomps, Kash proceeds to mount the Tap Out Champ, and pummels him with a few fists before floating over into a cover, 1
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Nailz: Kash may be the World Heavyweight Champion, but he's going to have to do a lot more to put away Anthony Bailey!

Kash goes to pull Bailey up to his feet, but the Tap Out Champ counters by pulling Kash down with a Fireman's Carry! He's quick to apply an Armbar on the downed champ, locking it in tight! Kash grits his teeth and slaps his shoulder to retain feeling, but Bailey knows the move isn't going to get Kash to tap, so releases the hold and motions for Kash to get up. As he does, Bailey connects with a Savate Kick to the midsection of Kash, and as Kash falls to his knees, Bailey runs to the ropes and connects in the side of the head with a Hard Knee to the temple! Kash falls to the mat, and Bailey rolls him over into a cover, 1
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Beckett: Both of these competitors have gone for early pinfall attempts, both with little success. However, both know that when competing at this level, they have to try and make every opportunity they can get, because they won't come often!

With Kash still down, Bailey gives him a few stomps before pulling him up by the head and drilling him into the mat with a hard DDT! He goes for another cover, but doesn't even get a one count! Bailey just retains his focus, and rolls Kash onto his belly, grabbing a hold of his ankle to try and apply an Ankle Lock! However, before Bailey can really get a grip on Kash's ankle, the Heavyweight Champ rolls onto his back and kicks Bailey off back into the ropes! This gives Kash the time to pop back up to his feet, and he runs in towards Bailey, connecting with a Lifting Knee to the Face that sends Bailey falling backwards to the mat. Kash is on him like stink on poo, giving Bailey Repeated Knee Strikes to the head, trying to knock the Tap Out Champ silly! Bailey is a bit dazed as Kash pull him up to his feet and whips him hard into the corner. He comes rushing right in, and nails Bailey in the chest with a hard Clothesline. As Bailey stumbles out of the corner, Kash measures him up and takes him down with a Money Shot Rolling Elbow! The fans pop with the move, and Kash's supporters start chanting, “U! T! I! U! T! I!” Kash lets out a toothless grin, as he stalks Bailey. Bailey slowly begins to make his way to his feet, and Kash comes running in, grabbing a hold of Bailey's head, but Bailey reaches out and gets a hold of the top rope, helping him stay up as Kash falls to the mat! Kash hits the back of his head on the canvas, giving Bailey the opening he needs to get back in control!

Nailz: Great ring presence by the Tap Out Champion, Anthony Bailey! He knew Kash was going to try and go for the U.T.I. Early, and he gets a hold of the top rope to stay on his feet.

Beckett: He ain't the Tap Out Champ for nothing!

Bailey is right on Kash, giving him a few hard stomps to the chest before rolling him onto his belly and grabbing a hold of his leg to apply an STF! Bailey pulls back hard on Kash's chin, and Bailey's supporters are chanting out “TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!”

Nailz: What a ruckus crowd we've experienced thus far tonight in Puerto Rico! They are into this match for sure!

Kash grits the teeth that he has in pain, and begins to slowly crawl his way to the ropes. Bailey wrenches the chin back some more to increase the pressure on the hold, but Kash continues to power through it, hoping to hold on long enough to get freedom. Kash's fingers are just mere centimeters from the ropes, and he makes one desperate lunge, getting a hand on the bottom rope! The ref doesn't even need to get to a count of one before Bailey lets go, and backs up, letting Kash get to his feet.

Beckett: I don't like this! Bailey may be playing by the rules, but he's allowing the Heavyweight Champion to get back to his feet! His goody two-shoes nature will come back to bite him in butt, just you watch!

Nailz: Just because you don't have any respect for the rules doesn't mean that none of the wrestlers in the Asylum shouldn't either! I think it's great that Bailey is finding success without relying on short cuts!

Bailey allows Kash to get up to a vertical base before running in to take him back down with a stiff Clothesline! Kash gets back up to get another Clothesline from Bailey! On the next time up, Bailey gets a running start and nails him with a Flying Clothesline! With Kash down, Bailey makes his way to the top rope and waists little time, leaping off with a Moonsault Leg Drop right across the throat of Jason Kash! He hooks the leg, 1
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Beckett: Bailey was working the back and chin of Kash earlier in the match with that STF, and the Camel Clutch will only do more damage to those already tender areas!

Nailz: Both of these men have wrestled a good clean match thus far, but Kash is going to want to find a way out of this hold sooner rather than later, otherwise it'll just keep softening him up even more!

Kash's eyes start to roll to the back of his head, and his arms go limp as Bailey continues to apply pressure with the hold. The crowd is split about 55-45 in favor of Bailey, so there's a lot of cheering, but some boos peppered in. The ref checks the arm of Kash, lifting it up once, and letting it go. Kash's arm falls to the mat like a sack of potatoes.

Nailz: Kash has been in the Camel Clutch for more than a minute and a half so far, and he could be out!

The ref raises Kash's arm up again, and again, it falls to the mat.

Beckett: This would be a huge win for Anthony Bailey to knock off the World Heavyweight Champion!

The fans are on their feet and holding their breaths as the ref raises Jason Kash's arm one more time. As the ref lets go, the arm begins to fall again, but right before it falls completely down, Kash raises it right back up, and gets a surge of energy, sliding his arms from off the knees of Bailey and pushing himself up to a standing position with Bailey holding on for dear life! Kash falls back, driving Bailey hard into the mat! Bailey holds his back in pain a bit as he begins to make his way back up, and Kash is right there with a Running STO! Bailey grabs his back in pain as Kash pulls him back up by the head, and lifts him up in position for the DomeBuster!

Nailz: If Kash hits with this, it usually leads to a U.T.I!

As Kash has Bailey suspended in mid-air, Bailey starts to pump his legs in a bicycle motion, eventually gaining enough momentum to get back down in front of Kash and reverse the attempted DomeBuster into a Bridging Suplex, with Kash's shoulders on the mat, 1
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Nailz: What a counter from Anthony Bailey! He almost had Jason Kash there!

The fans are in a frenzy as Kash and Bailey both get to their feet! Kash swings wildly at Bailey, who dodges under the blow, running towards the ropes as he does so! Bailey pops up onto the second rope and springboards off, pulling off a backflip and catching Kash on the way down with a Reverse DDT, nailing the Word of Promise! He pins the champ, 1
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Beckett: Oh my goodness, Bailey couldn't get any closer than that! He's got to be wondering what he has to do to put away the Heavyweight Champion about now!

Bailey looks up at the ref with almost saddened eyes, holding up three fingers. When the ref responds that it was only two, Bailey turns to go back to work on Kash, throwing a punch that gets blocked! Kash gives Bailey a hard sock on the jaw that sends Bailey falling back, and as both men get back up to their feet, Kash nails him with a U.T.I. from out of nowhere! The champion hooks both legs, 1
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Nailz: Bailey kicks out! Bailey kicks out! Holy smokes!

Beckett: Both of these guys are giving it their absolute all, especially considering their respective matches at RassleMania just two weeks ago!

Kash can't believe it, and holds both of his hands to his head in shock. The shock quickly turns to focused rage, though, as he crawls backwards into the corner and pulls himself up, motioning that he wants to go for another U.T.I! His fans are chanting loudly for the move one more time, and once Bailey is too his feet, Kash comes running in! However, Bailey sees him coming and sidesteps him, sending Kash falling hard to the mat once more! Bailey hops up to the top turnbuckle in a flash and jumps off, connecting with a huge Frog Splash! He covers Kash once more, 1
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Nailz: This is getting crazy! Neither man can put the other away!

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Beckett: I'm losing my breath just watching the myriad of counters from these two men! Kash is more well known for his brawling, but he's showing first hand tonight why he's the APW World Heavyweight Champion!

Nailz: And Bailey is showing that he belongs at this level, holding his own with the champ!

Both men are to their feet at the same time, and Kash takes a swing at Bailey, which connects! Bailey answers with a shot of his own, which hits as well! The two men continue to trade blows in the middle of the ring until Kash throws a Money Shot that Bailey ducks under, allowing Bailey to roll him up with a School Boy, 1
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Winner: Anthony “The Promise” Bailey[/center]

Kash kicks out just after the bell, and sits there in a stunned silence as Bailey gets to his feet with a surprised look on his face! The ref raises Bailey's arm in victory as the Puerto Rico crowd cheers loudly.

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Anthony “The Promise” Bailey!

Nailz: What a win for Bailey here tonight! He got one over on Kash, countering the Money Shot with a School Boy that led to the one, two, three!

Beckett: I don't think Kash quite realizes what's happened yet.

Kash just sits there in disbelief, while Bailey runs his hands through his hair, still looking surprised. After a brief moment, he looks down at Kash, and offers him a hand up. Kash looks up at Bailey before taking his hand, and standing up. Once he's up to a vertical base, Kash raises Bailey's arm and points towards him, telling Bailey that he got one over him this time. The Champ gives Bailey a pat on the back before exiting the ring and grabbing his belt to head to the back.

Nailz: What a show of class from the APW Heavyweight Champion, Jason Kash! He's letting Bailey have his moment!

Right as Kash is about to exit the ring, "All About the Benjamins" hits the speakers, and the fans boo loudly as Chaz Dillinger enters the arena.

Nailz: Wait a minute, what’s Chaz Dillinger doing coming down here?

Beckett: He’s got to be furious with Anthony Bailey, after losing to him at RassleMania.

Nailz: Well he‘s grabbing a microphone, so lets just see…

Chaz steps into the ring with the mic, as both champions stand in the middle of the ring confused. Both are still worn out from their match, and both still look ready for a fight.

Dillinger: Sorry to come out here and inturrupt this magnificent display of athletic competition, but I just couldn’t help myself! You two just tore this house down! But come out here with good news, as well as bad news, boys. But first and foremost…

Chaz extends his hand out to Anthony Bailey.

Dillinger: First things first… Anthony Bailey, you beat me fair and square. I’m proud to say that I lost to a very worthy competitor, and a man who deserves to be wearing that belt. Congratulations, my friend.

Taken aback and very untrusting of Dillinger, Anthony Bailey slowly extends his hand. The two men finally meet in the middle, and the shake seems very stiff. Anthony attempts to move his hand away, but Chaz wont let go…

Dillinger: But remember… I did say there was bad news. And the bad news is this…

All of the sudden, Chaz kicks Jason Kash in the stomach, and lays him out with the Dillinger Escape Plan! The fans pop in unison, booing Chaz Dillinger for his actions. Anthony Bailey however, looks on confused. Chaz pops right back off the mat, and pulls a golden egg from his pocket. Now, the fans understand.

Dillinger: It was me, Kash! I took this egg from that old decrepit bastard! And now, I get my chance to become the World Heavyweight Champion! It’s like I told Bailey here… Even if I lost to him, there’d still be more title shots waiting for me! And believe me, if I wouldn’t have found that egg, this guy right here would have been my target!

Anthony takes offence to this, and gets in Chaz’s face. Chaz tries to calm him down, but Bailey is still annoyed.

Dillinger: Keep that World Championship warm for me… Because it’s going to be coming home with daddy soon. Then finally this brand will have a World Champion they can be proud of, you pot smoking piece of trash!

“All About the Benjamins” hits on the PA, and Chaz Dillinger spits right on the face of a laid out Jason Kash. Anothony Bailey has seen enough, and grabs at Dillinger who is barley able to escape. He swiftly snatches the World Title, rolls out of the ring, and lifts the World Heavyweight Championship high into the air. Feeling that Kash has been unfairly embarrassed, Anthony Bailey exit’s the ring and darts up the ramp after Dillinger. Chaz drops the title and begins running to the backstage area!

Nailz: What a coward! What a cheap shot artist!

Beckett: Well we now know our Asylum Main Event for APW Mayhem, and it will be Jason Kash defending the APW World Heavyweight Championship against Johnny Knuckles and Chaz Dillinger! And that's if he even makes it to Mayhem!

APW Asylum fades to black with Kash still laid out in the ring.