Asylum 4/22, Bayamôn, Puerto Rico

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Ida Maria's “Bad Karma” blares over the speakers as pyrotechnics go off from the stage, and the fans pop to their feet, holding their signs up high. The announce team's voices can be heard as the music continues to play!

Nailz: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Bayamôn, Puerto Rico, for another exciting night of APW Asylum action on the Food Network! I'm Russ T. Nailz, alongside my broadcast partner, Steve Beckett!

Beckett: The Asylum is rocking and rolling tonight, and we have a huge lineup of matches for the Asylum faithful here tonight! “The American Hero” Michael Callahan defends his Pro-Life Championship against up-and-comer Billy Pepsi! Considering Callahan's marital issues over the past couple of weeks, could Billy capitalize on Callahan's lack of focus on this match?

Nailz: Also, “Old Man” Frank Cannon and Matt Matlock face off in a match to determine the challenger for Anthony Bailey's Tap Out Championship at Mayhem!

Beckett: Speaking of Anthony Bailey, after his huge upset of Jason Kash last week, he finds himself in the Main Event once more, this time taking on Johnny Knuckles in a one-on-one contest! Will he be able to pull off two fluke victories in a row, or will Johnny Knuckles be able to bring him back down to earth!?

Nailz: Well first up we certainly have an interesting bout as Adam Young makes his return to in-ring action was his partner Aaron Lewis.

Beckett: How did Dangerous manage to find his way here? In fact how did Bulk Rogaine even manage to make it to the ring? I find this entire affair dubious!

Nailz: Don't you be sass-mouthing the beloved Bulkster.

Mr Dangerous and Bulk Rogaine are already in the ring, Rogaine is cupping his ear but no one is entirely sure if he's appealing to the crowd or just can't hear Dangerous' strategy discussion very clearly.

Nailz: Well, they're primed and ready!

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match. Introducing first, the team of Bulk Rogaine and Mr. Dangerous!

There is a small smattering of cheers as Bulk makes his best efforts to raise his arm. He sadly does not succeed.

"Country Boy" by Aaron Lewis starts playing as Adam Young and Steven Swagg step into the arena to a chorus of boos. They tip their bottles of beer to each other and chug. They throw the empty bottles down and walk towards the ring with icey glares in their eyes. Adam is wearing a "Kash is D.O.A." camo t-shirt and Swagg is wearing a camo "Plowboys do it in the dirt" t-shirt.

Nailz: And we see Adam Young return to in ring action.

Beckett: Dude still has a fetish for Jason Kash I see. IF YOU LOVE HIM SO MUCH WHY DON'T YOU MARRY HIM.

Nailz: I've been reliably informed he has tried.

The fans keep booing as the duo hits the ring. They look towards each other and shut the bird towards the crowd.

Stenfelder: And their opponents, the team of Aaron Lewis and Adam Young, combined they are.... THE PLOW! BOYS!

The Plowboys vs. Mr. Dangerous and Bulk Rogaine

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The bell rings as Mr. Dangerous and Aaron Lewis head to their respective aprons. Adam Young charges towards Bulk but Bulk has just enough strength to lift a boot to his face. Young crumbles to the mat from the boot and Rogaine crumbles down on top of him, clutching his back as he does so. Mr. Dangerous sprints across the ring, knocking Lewis off the apron. After quietly chuckling to himself at the situation, referee Dave Heiner drops down for the count.

Beckett: I can't believe what I'm seeing right now. Does Rogaine have steel cap boots on?

Nailz: HE HAS BOOTS WITH THE POWER OF BULKAMANIA!

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Winners: Mr Dangerous and Bulk Rogaine [/center]

Beckett: I can't believe what I'm seeing, what has happened to this show.

Nailz: THE POWER OF BULKAMANIA, THAT'S WHAT'S HAPPENED.

Dangerous goes over to help Rogaine stand back up on his feet while Aaron Lewis just looks on in complete bewilderment at the situation happening in front of him.

Beckett: I don't think Mr. Lewis saw his APW debut going this way.

As the cameras cut to the backstage area. They just happen to get a look at the newest edition to the roster in the form of Johnny Sykes. He was in the process of dangling a bucket of something above a door. Just as he had the bucket in position he heard a voice pop up from behind him.

Random Backstage Worker: Excuse me sir, what on earth are you doing?

Johnny Sykes: Uh… nothing!

Random Backstage Worker: It doesn’t look like nothing. It looks like you are trying…

Johnny Sykes: …SHHHHHHHHHHH!

Sykes quickly scrambled down the ladder that he was standing on in order to hang the bucket above the door. He looked right at the dude and proceeded to hold his finger up to his lips to drive the point home of being quite. Then Sykes being the excellent - well he thought he was an excellent negotiator decided to offer a little something.

Johnny Sykes: If anyone asks I wasn’t here and you saw nothing. Stick to that story dude and I’ll bring you a honeybun. We got ourselves a deal?

Random Backstage Worker: Uh…

Johnny Sykes: Of course we do! Who doesn’t love honeybuns?!

With that said Sykes nodded his head all proud like. In his mind it was a done deal. That's when he walked away from the area leaving the person completely at a loss for words. At the same time leaving some unaware person to be soaked with something within that bucket when they opened the door. Sykes was back to his old prankin ways.

Nailz: We'll see Sykes in action after the break!

Asylum cuts to a commercial.

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When people heard that Michael Callahan had gone absolutely doolally and embraced an all-new, hedonistic, pleasure-seeking and care free lifestyle, nobody had any idea to what extent he would embrace it. Formerly an outspoken yet socially retiring Conservative authority figure in the Washington Young Republicans Association, to see how far Callahan had fallen from grace was something that all people who dare question the legitimacy of “mental illnesses” should see. This man who was once ignorant, bigoted, chauvinistic and fuelled solely on hatred is now on our screens like we've never seen him before.

Gone is his usual pristine grey suits, dry-cleaned to perfection and hand-tailored from some of the finest suit makers in all of the US. Forsaken is his neatly trimmed brunette crop, slicked down to perfection with an entire arsenal of haircare products. Cast aside is his usual armoury of pricey jewellery including his incomprehensibly expensive engagement ring and of course his silver crucifix pendant. Instead his an all-new attire that embraces the new him, the liberated him, perish the thought. With his hair gelled up high to the ceiling, a bright pink muscle shirt and some tight ass skinny jeans, Callahan looks like his old worst nightmare. The transformation is incredible.

The brand new Callahan is not alone though. Walking down the corridors, his purpose was to intercept his two new accomplices, “The Studmuffins” and our tag team champions Sr. Guapo and Stan Everdeen. Standing in their way, no doubt preventing them from looking for beautiful women, they look at each other with quizzical expressions before turning back to Michael.

Stan Everdeen: What on Earth have you come as?

Sr. Guapo can't help but laugh at Stan's wise crack but shoots him a look, not wanting to be too rude to this new man.

Michael Callahan: Playerrrrrs! What's kicking?

When the two tag wrestling sex symbols catch word of the new and “improved” Michael Callahan, they can barely contain their snickering and laughter. Callahan disregards it as jealousy of his new look though and just stands there, posing.

Sr. Guapo: Senor Callahan, is that you?

Michael Callahan: That's me, VIP, baybee. Well, I used to be. Former duly elected wrestling representative, current candidate for Party Ambassador for the Studmuffins baby. That is of course if you guys let me.

Stan starts rolling his eyes now. Already the joke is getting stale for him whereas Senor Guapo sees some potential in this new mindset that Callahan demonstrates.

Stan Everdeen: This has got to be a joke, right?

Sr. Guapo: No no now hold on a minute Stan, cut Callahan some slack. Aren't you a little uh... dios mio this is hilarious... conservative to be a Studmuffin? Everybody, especially the pretty ladies know what we're like.

Callahan isn't fazed by this at all. He knows exactly what being a member of The Studmuffins entails and in his eyes, he's more than up for the challenge.

Michael Callahan: Used to be, mac daddy. But I put that shit behind me. I'm all about cocktails and chasing tails now. Nah mean?

Stan's finding the behaviour of Callahan to be borderline offensive to him now and doesn't see that Callahan is actually serious, or at least trying to be and is even more upset that his tag partner is encouraging it.

Stan Everdeen: You have gotta' be kidding me.

Pulling Stan to one side, Sr. Guapo whispers directives to his tag partner

Sr. Guapo: Callatè! Amigo, we could have some fun with this...

Guapo turns back around to face Michael Callahan while Stan tries to hide his abject disgust at what he portrays to be a mockery.

Sr. Guapo: So you wanna be a Studmuffin huh?

Michael Callahan: Totally. I think I'd fit in guys. I mean, I've got the body and the dashing good looks.

Sr. Guapo: I'll admit mi amigo, you've got the raw potential to be a Studmuffin. You just need to work on your body language, it's a little bit beta. Maybe do something with your hair because those spikes? Not sure that's a good look for you. Oh and for the love of all that is Holy, you need to get a tan. Ain't no sexy ladies gonna' wanna party with us if they think we friends with Casper the Ghost. I mean like cartoons as much as the next guy but they don't get the ladies goin'. Comprende?

Michael Callahan: I think I understand... Will you guys show me the way of the warrior? And the way of destroying vagina?

Disappointed with his poor language, Everdeen shakes his head from side to side disapprovingly at Callahan.

Stan Everdeen: First of all, we don't use the V word. You're not a scientist or a sex ed teacher, so drop that word from your vocab.

Michael Callahan: So what should I call it then?

Sr. Guapo: We can talk about that later. We'll teach you everything we need to know. Come back to our locker room and we'll teach you all about how The Studmuffins like to party.

Michael Callahan: That sounds hella tight. Let's rock.

And with that, the three "best friends" that anyone could have make their way out together to begin the indoctrination sensation that will fully convert Callahan into the ways of being a Studmuffin, a Party Rocker and the all around hero that the fans want to see.

Nailz: And the Asylum marbles continue to roll along down the street as up next we get to see Johnny Sykes in action as he takes Cyril Cyanide.

Beckett: Cyanide showed up he could crush a man who should be retired right about now last week. How he can do against a younger opponent is yet to be seen.

Nailz: Bulk recovered, so long as there's Bulkamania in the heart of these fine APW fans, he will always recover.

Johnny Sykes is already in the ring, awaiting the arrival of Cyanide, playing up to the fans as he does so.

"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: And his opponent, making his way to the ring at this time, he is The Chemical Creator... CYRIL! CYYYYYYYYYYYYANIIIIIIIIDE!

Nailz: You have to wonder, if he struggled with Rogaine, how is he going to get on here?

Beckett: He crushed Rogaine, he finally gets a challenge!

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: Let's see what these guys can do.

Johnny Sykes vs. Cyril Cyanide

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The match begins with Johnny Sykes being a little distracted by Nikki at ringside. This allows Cyanide to blind-sight him and gain an upper hand in the early goings of the bout. Cyanide grabs Sykes and begins to slam his head into the turnbuckle several times as Nikki cheers on from ringside. Satisfied with his handiwork, he allows Sykes to stagger back out of the corner and as he does so, he is met with a clothesline from Cyanide, knocking Sykes down to the mat. Cyanide surveys the situation and climbs the top rope. He leaps off the rope looking to drop and elbow on the stunned Sykes but Sykes rolls out of the way, sending Cyanide crashing to the match.

Nailz: I hate to use a cliché, but there's a reason they call it high risk.

Beckett: Cyanide had Sykes grounded, he needed to stay on the attack not take some kind of unnecessary risk.

Sykes bounces back up to his feet and surveys the situation that is the crashed husk of Cyanide. He begins to get hyped, jumping up and down as the crowd cheer him on. He runs towards the downed Cyanide and flips himself over, crashing down on Cyanides chest with a standing/running shooting star press. Sykes, pleased with this, jumps back up to do a second but before he can reach Cyanide, Cyanide manages to duck out of the way. Momentum carries Sykes into the ropes and as he goes back towards Cyanide, Cyanide bounces up, catching him in a powerslam. Cyanide rolls towards the ropes, using them to help him get back up on his feet. He looks down at Sykes and then looks to the ropes again...

Nailz: Well if at first you don't succeed.

Beckett: Don't bother trying again?

Before Cyanide can leap off the ropes, out of desperation Sykes manages to force himself over to the ropes and shake them. Cyanide loses his footing and crotches himself on the top rope. Sykes springboards up to his feet and sprints towards the crotched Cyanide. There is a brief struggle on the top rope but Sykes manages to gain the upper hand. He manages to position himself correctly and drops Cyanide with Syked Out. He stays on top for the pin.

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Winner: Johnny Sykes[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner by pinfall, JOHNNNNNY! SYYYYYYKES!

Nailz: An impressive showing her from the fun loving youngster, he's already making his mark on Asylum. LIKE A BOSS!

Beckett: I think he wants to make his mark on Nikki Nitrogen too.

Nitrogen is in the ring, tending to her fallen friend and as form of celebration, Sykes is trying to check out her ass as the referee raises his hand.

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Backstage in the Coliseo Rubén Rodríguez. Julius Farquhar is busy at some task.

Julius: God damn awful mosquitoes.

Julius spots one and crushes it with a red and white fly swatter.

Julius: Blood sucking devils! You want my “Quintessentially English” blood! Well, you can’t have it! It’s mine! Get your life in order and stop being so....so....bloody mosquitoeish! Go suck the blood of a dog or some swine! Hey, I hear Sally Talfourd is just down the hall – that succubus I’m sure would welcome the company of you Hell-fiends!

Julius spots another as it comes to rest on a nearby wall; he dashes across and squishes it. A smirk spread across his face.

Julius: Who is buzzing now, eh? You big, ugly...

Julius spins around and finds himself face to face with Manservant, his former employee and tag team partner for this evening, and Dr. Mike Weazel, Manservant’s mysterious ‘speech therapist’.

Julius: Speaking of ugly.

Julius looks from Dr. Weazel to Manservant to Dr. Weazel. Dr. Weazel forces a smile.

Dr. Weazel: I take it you haven’t heard of the Buddhist principle of ahimsa.

Julius: Bunch of rice-burning, dragon worshippers.

Dr. Weazel: It states that an enlightened being has respect for all other living things.

Julius: Proletarian platitudes! And don’t give me any of this herbal mumbo-jumbo. That man (pointing at Manservant) is a killer.

Dr. Weazel: Indeed. And tonight Mr. Farquhar you will be able to witness first-hand the power of Manservant unleashed.

Julius scoffs loudly.

Julius: Anyway Manservant, while you’re here make yourself useful. Take this here fly swatter and eradicate every one of those blood-sucking devils from my locker room. I cannot properly prepare when I have hundreds of tiny insects trying to drain me.

Dr. Weazel: That’s funny. I’m sure the power-brokers of Action Packed Wrestling share the very same sentiment towards you.

Manservant is about to begin the task as instructed but Dr. Weazel puts out an arm to bar the way.

Dr. Weazel: Manservant, I want you to remember and realise that you do not have to take orders from this man anymore. You are free now; free to choose whether you want to destroy those insects on his behalf, or whether you want to prepare for your match.

Julius: Fine!

Julius snatches the fly swatter from Manservant.

Julius: Is there any point to you disturbing me like this?

Dr. Weazel: Yes. We’ve decided to drop by to remind you that Manservant is no longer a prisoner of your tyranny; tonight he fights as his own man, he fights as your equal and you are not to entertain any predilections towards ordering him around.

Julius winces at the suggestion Manservant is his equal.

Julius: He will do what I tell him.

Dr. Weazel: We shall see about that.

Dr. Weazel smiles smugly at Julius and walks out, issuing a command for Manservant to follow him. Manservant does move immediately but stands and waits. Julius glares at him and makes a gesture for him to get out. Manservant’s head drops and his skulks out after his ‘speech therapist’.

Julius: I could do with a cup of tea. Manserv...

Julius sighs desperately and drops heavily into a chair. The scene fades.

Asylum cuts back to the arena with new competitor Bryz “The Protege” already in the ring. "Forward Motion" by Thousand Foot Krutch played through the PA System has a short chestnut hairred male appeared on the stage. The crowd booed him instantly when they discover that the male is no other than Alonso Famoso has the Italien Canadian's right hand ran through his soft, almost perfect, hair. Alonso then began to swaggerfully walk down the ramp-way, wasting no time in complimenting himself and declaring that he is everything they wish they could ever be.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 108 pounds, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, “The Self Made Billionare” Alonso Famoso!

Nailz: Don't be fooled by this guys looks, wrestling fans. Alonso Famoso may be small in stature and as cute as a button, but he's got an arrogant attitude that more than makes up for that!

Beckett: You forgot to mention talent!

Stenfelder: And his opponent, already in the ring, weighing in at 310 pounds, from Gouyave, Grenada, Bryz “The Protege!”

Nailz: Both Bryz and Famoso are making their APW debuts tonight!

Once he got ringside Famoso basically sits down on the apron and checks himself out, using the titiantron has a mirror, electing another course of boos from the crowd. Once he fully completed this the male leaned back and rolled under the bottom rope and stood up in the middle of the ring before stating that "Haters Be Losers" to the crowd, igniting another set of boos towards the Canadian. With both men in the ring, the ref calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING!

Bryz “The Protege” vs. Alonso Famoso

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Bryz takes a wild swing at Famoso to start the match, which the smaller competitor ducks under! Famoso then pops up, grabbing Bryz into a Crucifix position, pulling down for a Crucifix pin, 1
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Winner: Alonso Famoso[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Alonso Famoso!

Beckett: If I had to bet that this match would end in less than 10 seconds, I would have thought for sure it would be Bryz knocking the little munchkin out! But Famoso ducked the wild punch, took him down with a Crucifix, and that was all she wrote!

Nailz: An auspicious debut for Bryz for sure, but a great one for Famoso! I just don't want to have to hear him gloat about it!

Famoso is smart enough to get out of the ring real quick like, and he boasts as he makes his way up the ramp. Bryz is furious in the ring, arguing with the ref and kicking the ropes. The fans continue to boo as APW Asylum cuts backstage.

Not long after Sykes had competed his first match, the cameras cut him in the backstage area walking along the halls with his cell phone up to his ear. It appeared that he was having a conversation with one of his really close friends and it sounded like it was a conversation about the match he had just had.

Johnny Sykes: Dude! Did you see the match?!

Sykes turned one of the corners there in the arena as he was heading towards the locker-room area. For a few seconds he was pretty quiet which was most likely due to him listening to his friend on the other end of the phone. Soon enough though he started speaking again still excited as ever about the match.

Johnny Sykes: I am telling you broskizzle that was one of my best performances of all time! It was legit off the hook. It felt so good to be out there in the ring again. I can’t wait till next week. I already got about a billion different ideas running through my head with what I want to do in the ring. Gonna be even better than this week.

At this very moment Sykes came to a stop right outside a door. He leaned up against it as he listened to his friend on the other end. It seemed they were giving him some good advice and after all that’s what friends were good for. Moments later though people got to hear what Sykes had to say in rebuttal to it.

Johnny Sykes: You’ve got nothing to worry about Brotato Chip. I am not letting the fame get to my head. I never have and I never will. I just know that I am off the charts awesome and there’s nothing wrong with letting the peep know all about it. Future champion written all over me and you know it. Cuz I do things like a boss remember that! But on the real I gotta bounce for now. I’ll give you a shout later.

Sykes proceeded to remove his phone from his ear and hit the end call button. That’s when he grabbed a hold of the door handle and pushing it open starting to walk through. About that moment the very bucket that Sykes had hooked up earlier in the evening tipped over and green slime spilled out of it covering Sykes in it. He was completely covered in it as he shook his head to the side over the situation.

Johnny Sykes: THAT SHIT CRAZY!

Sykes stood there completely drenched in the green slime that he had put in the bucket earlier that evening. Obviously he had completely forgotten about it and got himself with his own prank. He just whipped the green slime out of his eyes and proceeded to tread on down the hall not seemingly caring or feeling the least bit embarrassed. One thing was for sure now that The Original Pranksta was on the roster. There wasn’t a single Asylum that would be boring or unentertained. As he disappeared down the hall the show goes to another commercial.

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Lights, Camera & Action played into the environment of Tokyo, Japan as Donovan Caine was shown inside a restaurant. His legion at his helm and the grin etched upon his face was like a kid at Christmas. It was just two weeks ago that he laid waste to Isamu Suzuki, and sent a message to the Asylum roster. Nothing was going to get in his way of decimating all who tried to oppose his message of self-perseverance and gratitude. Be one with God or be shrouded in the quilt of Satanism. Caine preached a powerful message for all to hear and to see. His charisma oozed off of his blackened trench coat like a vile plague. He stood tall over his adversary but he wasn’t done. The end of this torture won’t come quicker than expected it will be slow and painful. It was one thing to embarrass Suzuki but Caine wanted to break him in half. The time of being a gentle loving man of reason was subsiding. He’s ruthless as they come and he will regain his spotlight at the top of God’s graces. The Manifest Destiny is a few bodies away from being his and he doesn’t care who he steps on for the victory. The cool crisp night air howled in the balance amongst the busy Tokyo Restaurant. The face paint carefully smeared across his face, as he eyed his surroundings before taking a bite of his Octopus. The creature squirmed for dear life before being devoured by The King of the Dead. He was ready for the top and believes in his vows of greatness. Donovan Caine isn’t someone to take likely he’s as unpredictable as they come. And his rise to the top begins in a few short weeks. As he vows to take away Isamu’s pride, dignity and career at Mayhem.

Donovan Caine: Hello, Isamu I’m in the wonderful Japan trying to get a handle on where you could have gone so wrong. I thought that perhaps you came from a country devoid of ethics and family values, so imagine my surprise when I found that family is even more precious here, so I'd say that just makes you a bad apple. So you got pissed off with your dear old lady, did that give you a right to defy her? No, it did not my little close minded friend. Open up your eyes as you have dishonored your parents in a vicious cardinal sin. By the orders of God Almighty you must be destroyed. And please spare me the talk of your honorable craft as a wrestler. If you don’t honor your own parents then what’s honor in this very ring. From here on out let’s say screw honor and lock horns. You see Overdrive held me back from Day One as they were afraid of me being a break out star. But they are more afraid than ever since I’ve made my mark engrave into the surface of Asylum. Matt Matlock, whom is trying to be a number one contender but his record says it all 1 & 4… You like “Old Man” Frank Cannon deserve to be on the bottom of the totem pole go shrink down to Meltdown. This here is the big boy brand and like Isamu you don’t make the cut. Speaking of cut how did you like my foot ripping open your forehead Isamu. I don’t give a damn about your upbringing or whatever when you commit sins you are not worthy of those privileges. What I gave to you at Asylum was just a small taste of what I’ll deliver to you in a little under a month’s time. Even your own culture is washing their hands of you at this very instant. You think I’m lying wait till you get a load of this….

Donovan Caine moves out the camera’s view for a couple moments before coming back with a young Japanese boy. He has similar face paint to Caine and clothes as well. The Legion has a chuckle at this revelation that one of Suzuki’s own is a Caine fan. The laughing stops as Caine then turns his expression quite serious before continuing on his tirade on the issue of Suzuki’s cardinal sins. The Legion pushes over a shiny casket which surprises the customers and the owners of the restaurant. Caine then has the little boy open the lid. Inside is a wax version of Isamu Suzuki and then the mood is set in gloom & despair around the restaurant. Before going any further The Legion wants to share their thoughts about Caine’s ongoing religious purge.

Man # 1: There’s nothing I hate more than a habitual liar. And most of The Asylum roster is filled with them. Really Sally Talfourd cares more about shoes than her relationship with God. What’s Greed when you soul is in the hands of Satan? May your soul find peace one day Miss Talfourd? At the hands of Our King Donovan Caine.

Man #2: This is it Suzuki as in you think it’s for sure. Nothing’s for sure the amount of pain you will be dealt. Sinner, you are the scum of the earth and may The King purge away all of your despicable deeds.

Man #3: We are the Legion, the servants of the Lord Jesus Christ & we will bring true faith back to the APW in its entirety.

Man #4: That’s right from now on let’s not be nameless in all our glory. Hence forth tis day my name is Jonah the fourth son, Ezekiel is the third, Gabriel is the second & Noah the first. And together we make up the first four of the ever so powerful Legion. Let us purge away the sins of all to save this desolate planet that we call Earth.

Donovan Caine seems proud of his followers Noah, Gabriel, Ezekiel & lastly Jonah. Before placing his cold icy fingers across the wax clone of Isamu Suzuki. His eyes tell the story of how much this means to him. This means everything to him more than his first major win over John Dionysus. Caine barely looks up before muttering out something very bone chilling. A somber message to the man he sent to the Hospital just two short weeks ago.

Donovan Caine: You are like a sinful cancer that needs to be eradicated by me and me only. I’ve tried to play fair but it’s nothing personal here. My message was laughed out by you sinners and tis I to get the last laugh. You are nothing but a peasant infested by the fleas of sinful rodents. I cannot sit here in Japan without feeling quite sad. To be the one to end the career of a promising young prospect after he tried to be a stand out. But your pin on me was nothing but a fluke, a lie to tell your children if you ever can have children. Hell, are you going to be able to walk after we face off? Let alone will you even be alive to tell the story of the day. Of the very day you spit in the face of your Mother’s words and faced God’s servant for your final judgment. No more excuses this is your fate soon enough. No one can help you now it’s your time to put up or shut up!!! My name is Donovan Caine and I approve this message. Long Live The King!!! Now men let us Pray….

Donovan Caine & his Legion get on their knees in a Tebowing type stance. As they are praying the lights of the Tokyo restaurant start to flicker on and off. The lights burst out as employees and customers start screaming in the commotion. When the lights cut back on in the commotion all but the little boy wearing Donovan Caine gear is all but vanished. As the boy is examining the site of where the casket was all he could find was a sapphire jewel. He looks at it as the people with the restaurant try to forget the situation and turn back to their meals.

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Nailz: That freak is running around here like he owns the damn place. I can’t wait for Suzuki to knock the prayer out of his useless carcass.

Beckett: He’s untouchable Nailz and I don’t think Isamu Suzuki can stop him. Quite frankly, there’s nothing that can stop Donovan Caine from being your next World Heavyweight Champion in the distant future.

The cheesy 80's riffs of "You're The Best" by Joe Esposito hit. Billy jogs down to the ring grinning like a doofus. He slides into the ring and does a couple of laps along the ring ropes. He finally climbs up on the middle rope and raises his arms up in the air. He yells out "I'm #1", and most fans point and laugh at him.

Beckett: And here's our challenger, Mr. Billy Pepsi. Michael Callahan has described him as being a “perfect mascot for Corporate America”. An impressive feat, given that he's from Canada. Nevertheless, he's been on a strong showing since his arrival on Asylum.

Nailz: The question you have to ask yourself is, is he geared up enough to oust our undefeated and equally impressive “Pro Life”-,ugh that makes me cringe, champion, double cringe.

The crowd rise in uniform to their feet to boo the arrival of Michael Callahan. Expecting the characteristically basic entrance of Callahan and the dulcet banjo chords of “Losing Your Mind”, they're pleasantly surprised when colourful strobe lights start blaring all over the stage and “Sorry For Party Rocking” by LMFAO (the Callahan remix) starts booming out the sound system.

PEOPLE ALWAYS SAY THAT I'M TOO RIGHT WING.
SORRY THAT I'M A CATHOLIC.
MINORITIES COMPLAIN AND SAY I'M ON THE FRINGE.
SORRY THAT I'M A CATHOLIC.
PEOPLE DON'T LIKE THAT I'M SO PRO LIFE.
SORRY THAT I'M A CATHOLIC.
WHEN DOCTORS SAY ABORT IT, I'M JUST ALL LIKE
SORRY THAT I'M A CATHOLIC.

Beckett: What the Hell is this?!

Nailz: I think Callahan may finally have lost it. I genuinely thought he was goofing with The Studmuffins backstage before but this... this is too much.

Wearing a pair of green and white stripe ADIDAS track pants, a vibrant neon muscle shirt with “SORRY I'M JUST A CATHOLIC” and a tweed fedora, Callahan leaps out onto the stage with an acrobatic display. Forward rolling through the curtains, he nimbly hops to his feet like a bunny rabbit before thrusting into a star jump routine. Finishing with twenty, he drops to the ground like a lead balloon and lays it on the crowd with the press-ups that trigger explosive red, white and blue pyro in the background.

Nailz: We may have found the anti-Callahan here... This is unlike anything I've ever seen before.

Strutting down the entrance ramp as he goes, the newly single Michael Callahan points, winks and flexes at all the sexy ladies in the crowd. Some of whom respond with winks and kisses, but most of them just scorn the cracked Republican. He's even gone as far as to oil himself up, something he'd never had even considered doing before hand as a “sane” man. Here he is now though, strutting and dancing like a queen. He climbs into the ring, flexing the guns more time over the apron before flamboyantly vaulting over the top rope. Even Billy Pepsi who at the best of times is considered something of a goofball is baffled by this display.

Billy Pepsi VS “The American Hero” Michael Callahan
APW Pro Life Championship Match

Beckett: Michael Callahan has never been pinned or forced to tap out since his arrival on Asylum. However, he's nowhere near his usual state of mind here. Will Billy Pepsi be able to dethrone our Pro Life Champion?

Nailz: I think the kid has it in him to go far. Billy Pepsi hasn't won every match since he got here but he's been consistent and he's been impressive. The man has the chance to make something big of himself, he just needs to reach out and grab that opportunity.

Far from the fast paced, brutal technical match that Callahan usually tries to initiate, we go right into a tense nose to nose staredown between champion and challenger. The two competitors sound off at one another with their usual brash and unfounded accusations until finally Pepsi breaks the physical silence and shoves Callahan back. He doesn't go far, only stumbling a few steps back but the pride implications of such a defiant act by Billy Pepsi speaks volumes. Callahan's usual response would be to slap on a submission but today is a different day. Instead, he squats down low and flexes his shoulders.

Nailz: What on Earth is Callahan doing?!

Beckett: He's flashing his “physique”. Granted, the guy is no slouch in the gym but I wouldn't go and say he's the next Arnie. Hell, I'd go as far to say that Sally Talfourd has more tone than him.

Nailz: Now that's just mean.

For a man who's identified by his fans as being the goofball of the company, even Mr. Pepsi is a little dumbfounded by Callahan's newfound attitude. Most men, especially ones who want to succeed and win championship belts would take advantage of the opening but to the delight of the fans, Pepsi instead decides to join in as a flex-off takes place. Both men start striking different poses, demonstrating the impact of their gym-going for everyone in attendance. Seeing these two oiled up grown men standing in the middle of the ring and stretching out is nothing short of gold dust for the audience who raucously laugh it up.

Nailz: Newsflash, ladies and gentlemen. A muscle contest has taken place in Asylum. I repeat, a MUSCLE FLEXING CONTEST has taken place in Asylum. Do not change your television sets. What you are seeing is real.

Beckett: I genuinely can not believe we're seeing this. I'd expect this crap on Overdrive with the ongoing sentimental junk swinging contest between CJ Gates and Kurt Noble but not here on Asylum!

It doesn't take long for this to cease though as even with a new hat and muscle shirt, the bastard within Callahan still lies in waiting of opportunity. As Pepsi does some pelvic thrusts towards the audience, Callahan leaps up and puts him down with a big time dropkick before scaling the top rope and hitting a Primary Elbow with a flip included, just for show. Pepsi rolls out the way though so it's all for nought when Callahan crashes onto the mat, twisting his arm. Pepsi then locks in a series of flexing rest holds but Callahan being a technical expert by trade manages to find a way out of it all.

Beckett: One wrong move by Callahan and Pepsi has taken control! He refers to himself as being like “Coke Classic” but he strayed from the formula and he's paid for it. Pepsi is a smart man for rolling out the way. Can you believe this?

Nailz: This is some BS. Pepsi is a hell of a guy. He shouldn't be disgracing himself with the likes of Callahan. Do you know that Pepsi spends most of his time doing charity work at the abandoned orphanage?

Beckett: Wait, what?

Pepsi delivers another stunning leaping elbow drop to the ribs of a downed Callahan, the crowd now well and truly on his side as he takes to the skies. Up on the top rope, Pepsi takes a moment to “Oooh Yeah” before delivering a thunderous Macho Man style elbow drop which sadly only nets him a count of two in the pinfall stakes. It seems that Callahan's just about done for though and the all new strutting Republican can barely focus as he's hauled off the canvas by a determined Pepsi who looks intent to finish the match. Pepsi goes for a vertical suplex but Callahan slips down behind Pepsi and whirls him around into a stalling G.O.P. (Good Ol' Piledriver) with crotch on head rubbing action, which again just barely escapes a three count.

Nailz: SEXUAL HARASSMENT! Somebody take down that sick, gyrating monster!

Beckett: This is actually pretty funny. I like this “Studmuffin” variation of Callahan. Pepsi evidently doesn't though.

Needless to say, Billy Pepsi isn't happy at the idea of being teabagged by his rival. He turns up the heat and starts beating on him by executing some textbook suplexes. German, Fisherman, Vertical, Dragon, Tiger, even the Northern Lights to complete the series. He demonstrates his dominance by flinging the bigger Callahan about but his energy and fan support comes to a grinding halt once he's finished that last suplex. He takes a moment to bask in the silence of the crowd as he stands alone in the middle of the ring. With a defiant finger of declaration, he points boldly at the turnbuckle and expectedly the crowd go for lack of a better word, apeshit.

Beckett: This one's coming to a head I think ladies and gentlemen. Something tells me we're about to see a NEW APW Pro Life, maybe even Suicidal Champion!

Nailz: Muscle up Pepsi, muscle up! -clap clap-

Pepsi watches Callahan like a hawk as he clambers out onto the apron. Scaling the ringpost from the outside like a fireman up a ladder, he stands tall and proud like the soldier his father was and waits for Callahan to rise to the challenge. Callahan finally drags his oiled up carcass off the mat and gets to his hands on knees as Pepsi prepares for the big finish. To everyone's bafflement, Callahan starts doing push-ups as if to mock Pepsi before accepting his fate.

Nailz: I admire the balls on display by Callahan here. Goodbye Suicidal Champion!

Pepsi finally leaps off the top rope and twirls gracefully in the air with the Pepsi Perfect, a devastating DDT that would smash Callahan's head if it weren't for the fact he's ducked behind him. Pepsi lands on his feet and darts around to see Callahan coming straight out of the turnbuckle at him with a ridiculously powerful Lariat. Dragging Pepsi dead centre in the ring, he slips into fifth gear and locks in the deadly Victory Lock. Billy Pepsi scuttles and rolls like an upturned beetle but can't contend with the size advantage and the strength of Callahan's unbreakable submission and soon finds himself fading out.

While Callahan continues to deprive Pepsi of oxygen, he starts singing just loud enough for the microphones to pick him up.

Beckett: What on Earth is Callahan singing?

Nailz: I believe Beckett that Callahan is remixing his finisher. He's singing “Sorry For Victory Locking”. How screwed up do you wanna be?

Pepsi finally slips into unconsciousness, trying feebly to tap out but he's too far gone. The referee declares it a knockout and the bell rings.

Winner and still APW Pro Life Champion: Michael Callahan

Nailz: Well there you have it. Pepsi was extremely game tonight and for a second it looked like he was going to edge out Callahan and notch him his first loss, but the “American Hero” and so-called “honorary Studmuffin” pulled out the victory. I didn't think he'd pull it out as he's clearly not in his usual frame of mind, but his insanity seemed to be beneficial for him.

Beckett: Honestly, the fact that he's still champion is bugging me more than anything. Though maybe we'll come to like him in his new persona.

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More backstage action in the Coliseo Rubén Rodríguez. The Martyrs of Madness, Rico Casteel and Mike Morrison, are going through some final preparations and stretching exercises. Their relaxed mood is turned to snarling and some testosterone-induced posturing as Julius Farquhar walks in a bit sheepishly.

Julius: Good day! Hello!

Julius puts a hand up, the international sign of Quintessentially Peaceness. He speaks very slowly.

Julius: Do...you...speak...English?

Rico and Morrison exchange glances, a look that says ‘is this guy for real?’

Rico: Of course we speak English, jackass!

Morrison: I think his ‘Lordship’ wants to make contact with the ‘plebians’ around here.

Rico and Morrison laugh.

Rico: Anyway, what do you want? I don’t think the door says ‘welcome spineless losers’.

Morrison: No scones filled with the cream of wretched failure around here.

Julius: I just wanted to drop by and have a quick word with you chaps before our match tonight.

Rico: If you’re looking for a lesson in how to smash the skull of sorry-assed losers, you’ll get one later on.

Julius: How cute. Actually I came by to strike a deal with you fine gentlemen.

Morrison: Oh, we’re gentlemen now, are we?

Julius: I think you guys would agree there are better ways for my talents to be utilised than in wrestling mundane mid-card tag team matches with mediocre athletes. I’m sure you, Mr. Casteel, can recognise world-class talent when you see it.

Casteel: (staring straight at Julius) Yeah, well I ain’t looking at any right now. Just get to the point Farquhar before I give you an extra beating for wasting my time.

Julius: I think you will agree that we are all being used as pawns in some sorry game orchestrated by Reginald Schmidt. I think you will recognise that this match is blatantly some prank aimed at upsetting and punishing me. Putting me in that ring with that mentally defective Manservant is just scandalous. I know it means a lot to Manservant to wrestle tonight, but I need you two gentlemen to teach Manservant a lesson. I want you to grind into a fine powder tonight; only then will he realise he doesn’t belong in the ring; only then will he come scurrying back to me and realise his rightful place is as my subordinate.

Casteel: So, what you are proposing is that we do your dirty work for you? I wouldn’t turn my nose up at breaking the bones of any man or woman in that ring, but I will remind you that it is a tag team match and you will be treated equally to Manservant in that respect. What do you think Mike?

Morrison: I think ‘His Lordship’ should take his walking carcass elsewhere, or else we may introduce him to the madness here and now.

Julius takes a step back and smiles a sleazy smile.

Julius: Gentlemen, no need to move with such haste. Calm yourselves. I promise you will be amply rewarded.

Julius pulls a package out a pocket.

Julius: I have here 25g of grade III, gold-leafed, saffron-scented and maram-grass smoked Early Grey loose tea leaves. From my personal selection no less.

Rico and Morrison exchanged a glance and smile.

Rico: Well why didn’t you say so in the first place. Look Mike, he’s offering to pay us in tea.

Morrison: How generous his ‘Lordship’ is.

Rico: May we examine the goods?

Julius: (beaming) By all means.

Rico takes the bag of tea leaves from Julius and along with Morrison goes through the process of examining the tea. Rico opens the bag and takes a whiff.

Rico: Hmm, very nice. There’s just one problem.

Julius: What is it?

Rico: Come closer, take a look.

Julius takes a step forward and Rico empties the contents of bag all over Julius’s head and laughs. Morrison grabs a glass of water and douses Julius with it.

Morrison: Anyone for afternoon tea?

Casteel and Morrison break into a fit of laughter. Julius is left looking totally humiliated.

Casteel: Play time is over you pompous prick! We take of our business in the ring.

Morrison and Casteel grab Farquhar and without any concern for his welfare remove him from the room, slamming the door behind them. The camera pans to a wet and tea-leaf covered Julius who doesn’t look a happy bunny.

Backstage in one of the many lockerrooms for Asylum superstars, we see our heroes The Studmuffins and their new “Party Ambassador” Michael Callahan looking worn out after his match. Each of The Studmuffins have a girl on each arm and they're looking great as per usual but Callahan's feeling a little worse for wear having narrowly retained his Pro Life Championship.

Stan Everdeen: Why the long face, Calla-MAN?

Callahan sighs and takes a seat on the loveseat in The Studmuffins Lockerroom, grabbing himself some Creme Egg Liquer from off the table. He pours himself a shot and knocks it back, easing the pain from the brutal match he's just gone through.

Michael Callahan: It's nothing guys. I'm a Studmuffin yet there's no sexy ladies out there for me.

Stan Everdeen: You know why that is don't you?

Callahan looks bewilderedly at the pair of them, wondering what it is he could possibly missing that's preventing him from “smashing vagina” as he so bizarrely put it before.

Sr. Guapo: You haven't made a sacrifice.

Stan Everdeen: Everybody knows that a Studmuffin has to make a forfeit before they get the power to have any woman they want. And believe me, you've got a whole rapsheet of “sins” to attone for. Crimes against fashion for a start, but then there's trying to destroy Asylum by tearing apart it's own individual swagger and trying to inject it with a lethal dosage of your own boring Conservatism. Most of all though, the bastardisation of that Pro Life title is the biggest crime of all. So if you wanna be a Studmuffin, you're gonna' have to think of something to really make things right.

The boys start thinking about it for a second, pausing and mulling it over in their heads until one of the girls on Everdeen whispers a suggestion in his ear. A grin the size of his ego spreads across his thin lips and the idea of the century has been hatched it seems.

Stan Everdeen: Guapo, Callahan. How about this. If you want all the beautiful women to come in droves and be at your every beck and call, to satisfy your every desire, you have to show them why they should do that.

Michael Callahan: And how do I do that?

Stan Everdeen: If you want people to think you're the sexy beast Studmuffin that we know you can be Callahan, you're gonna' have to go out there and show them. They won't believe you're a Studmuffin until you make them realise you're one. You got it?

Michael Callahan: What do you want me to do, go out there and-

Both Guapo and Everdeen stare at Callahan with their high faces on, like they're trying so hard not to burst into raucous laughter but they know deep down it'll ruin it if they crack.

Michael Callahan: What you're saying is-

Stan Everdeen: What I'm saying Michael, is this. Go out there, and do a STRIP tease. Show off your body, work your stuff, get every girl staring at you and lusting for you like they do for us and then you'll be a REAL Studmuffin. Think you can do that?

Guapo looks at Everdeen as if to say “Too far, he'll never do it” but the look on Callahan's face seems to suggest otherwise. He's genuinely mulling it over in his head and weighing up the pro's and cons of such a lude act.

Michael Callahan: Alright. I'll do it.

The two Studmuffins stare, absolutely baffled at one another other like they've struck gold while Michael Callahan heads for the door before they have a chance to stop him. The most humiliating night of Callahan's night about to unfold, he makes his way back to his own locker room to go prepare. Asylum cuts back out ringside.

“Glory! Music of Rejoicing!” by Mormon Tabernacle Choir begins to play over the PA system. The crowd elicits a chorus of boos. Branden Harvey rides his bike through the curtain and down the ramp, with a Book of Mormon under his arm. He's wearing a white shirt and a tie.

He gets off his bike and puts the kickstand on before looking at people in the crowd drinking beer.

"I'll pray for you," he tells them, before getting in the ring. Once in the ring, he kneels down and prays. He puts his Book of Mormon at ringside, fixes his tie, and prepares for the match.

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…hailing from Salt Lake City, Utah and weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds… Brrraaannnddeeeennnn Haaaarrrvveeeeyyy!!!

Nailz: Well I’d suppose it’s quite obvious who Harvey will be endorsing for the presidential race. This man is something else I tell you.

As the sounds of a 'downing sun' distort the audience's ambiance into a mix of wonder and dread, Gubayama Takagi approaches ringside stiffly and uptight. Paying no mind to the audience, those closest to the barrier jeer out of disappointment with his refusal to interact. His only concern is starting this contest pronto, and proving his superiority over this brand of 'hacks'.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, all the way from Tamana, Kumamoto, Japan and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds…Guuubbbaaayyyaaammaaa Taaakkkaaaggiii!!!

Beckett: I’m a fan of Branden Harvey but I also like Gubayama Takagi! Man oh man. For once, it’s going to be kind of hard choosing sides.

Gubayama Takagi vs. Branden Harvey

The bell rings and Branden Harvey slaps Gubayama Takagi right across the face! The sound is heard all throughout the Coliseo Rubén Rodríguez as Takagi slowly raises his head back up to look right into the face of Harvey. Takagi’s glare remains stone cold as he barely even winces from the slap. Takagi quickly kicks Harvey in the midsection and elbows him in the side of his head. Takagi irish whips Harvey into the corner turnbuckle, and charging full speed towards him, Takagi lands a running splash!! Harvey stumbles out of the corner as Takagi uppercuts him and then lifts him up and takes him down with a delayed vertical suplex! Not wasting any time, Takagi drops a stiff knee across the midsection of Harvey.

Nailz: We saw how Takagi manhandled The American Hero’s newfound enemy Dominic earlier this week, so there’s absolutely no telling what he has in store for Harvey.

Beckett: Well that bonehead Dominic deserved every bit of what he had coming to him. How dare you sleep with The American Hero’s future wife! If you say he didn’t have it coming to him, you’d be a fool.

Harvey back on his feet…Takagi off of the ropes…Harvey counters with a dropkick! Harvey stands to his feet and runs to the ropes…leaping onto the middle, he turns around and connects with a springboard leg drop!! Great high fly showcasing on the part of Harvey. On his feet once again, Harvey quickly grabs Takagi’s legs. He’s looking to apply a sharpshooter, but Takagi pushes Harvey away with his feet and does a kip up showing off his acrobatic skills. Takagi races in the opposite direction towards the ropes, bounces off, and as soon Harvey turns around, he hits him with a handspring back elbow!!! Takagi walks towards the turnbuckle and begins to climb to the top…facing Harvey, he leaps off…Diving Headbutt onto Branden Harvey!!!! What an amazing move!! Takagi covers Harvey for the count.

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Winner: Gubayama Takagi

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, Guuubbbaaayyyaaammaaa Taaakkkaaaggiii!!!!

'Sundowner' by Blanck Mass begins to blast through the PA system once more as Gubayama Takagi gazes at the body of Branden Harvey.

Nailz: What a solid singles debut from Gubayama Takagi here tonight!

Beckett: Solid’s the word, Nailz. If he stays by Callahan’s side and continues to allow The American Hero to groom him, he’ll go places he could never imagine.

Asylum goes to a commercial break as Gubayama Takagi exits the ring and walks backstage, still showing no emotion. Branden Harvey slowly rises to his feet and begins to walk backstage as well. As he approaches the curtain, he quickly disappears behind it.

[biggs]

Asylum finds itself not quite backstage but not quite in the ring either. Rather it finds itself in a funny position of next to the entrance way where a coffee table and two large reclining chairs have been set up with a lovely potted plant sitting in the middle of the table. The table has a charming “Atken's Asylum” mug at either side too.

Nailz: Looks like Atken got his wish.

Beckett: Of course he did, he announced his intention to the world two weeks ago. Did you think he was going to no show or something?

Nailz: Well there are rumours...

Pudgy “Superagent” Dirk Dickwood staggers out from the back with a microphone in hand, almost looking like he was shoved from the backstage area out into a bright spotlight at the top of the entrance way. He pulls out a note card from his jacket pocket and begins to read it in his best monotone possible.

Dickwood: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for Asylum to be taken over. Please welcome your charming host and sensual host of Atken's Asylum... Phil Atken! Can I have my money now?

“Heavyweight Champion of the World” by Reverand and the Makers begins to play as besuited Phil Atken steps out into the spotlight, giving some form of a royal wave to the crowd as he does so. He gives Dirk a gentle pat on the back then encourages him to head backstage with a less gentle shove. Phil settles down on one of the recliners, grabbing a mic as he does so.

Atken: Yes, it is I, your humble host, Phil Atken on my slice of the show. It's my time to get down to the nitty gritty with all of your favourite Asylum Megastars and Julius Farquhar. I want to push their buttons and find out what's really on their recently concussed minds. Now, I can think of no better guest on this, our inaugural broadcast than one of the two men who will face Jason Kash at Mayhem. He is the owner and proprietor of Donkey Punch Energy Drink Beverage Company, please welcome... JOHNNY KNUCKLES!

"Survival of the Sickest" by Saliva begins to play as out walks Johnny Knuckles. Phil jumps out of his seat to give Johnny a warm handshake and guides him over to the free recliner.

Atken: Now, I can think of no better guest to kick off this show Johnny because I just have to ask: Do you really think falling into donkey shit makes you a fitting championship contender?

Knuckles: You would think that right? But let’s try to keep this in mind….our champion Jason Kash violated my donkey for such a thing to happen.

Atken: I mean, I love ya Johnny but what would you say to the people who say you had your chance, failed and you should get out of the damn spotlight?

Phil has a huge grin on his face as he asks the question, much to the chagrin of the Knuckles.

Knuckles: …I love ya too? Anyways…I didn’t ask for this. Rasslemania was the peak of our performance and I was content with that. As pissed as I was at myself for losing YET AGAIN, I left it all there and I was satisfied. I must have made a big impression cuz’ Kash wanted to go again. I beat his ass til’ he was unconscious and it still wasn’t enough. It was he who gave me the title shot. Think about it, he purposely put a GOLDEN EGG IN MY DONKEY’S ASS. There was no coincidence it was there, he wanted me to find it. Slippin’ in shit was just somethin’ to add insult to injury.


Atken: I mean some would say that a person like Anthony Bailey would be a far more fitting challenger than yourself. Can you really walk into Mayhem unashamed of yourself if you lose to Bailey here tonight? I obviously would never say that but I've been hearing this question floating around in the twittersphere.

Knuckles: I would be inclined to agree with ya’ but again I didn’t choose to be the number one contender, Kash did. As far as Bailey goes, it’s nuttn’ personal, just business. He’s in the wrong place at the wrong time. I’m gonna’ take out all my Rasslemania frustration out on him and it’s all Reginald’s fault. He booked the match, now Bailey has to suffer. Losin’ to him? Not an option and if I have to damn near kill myself to prove myself once again, ya’ better believe I’d do it.

Atken: Aren't you past it? Aren't you a failure? I think I got that question on Facebook.

Knuckles is noticeably becoming increasingly irritated by Phil's one track style of questioning and begins to look like he's about to leap out of his chair and make a dive for Phil.

Atken: I'm just asking questions Johnny! The fans want to know!

Knuckles begins to rise out of his chair.

Atken: You can't touch me! I have a doctor’s note!

Knuckles jumps out of his chair, Atken recoils in horror as his own chair tips over. Atken scampers backstage as Knuckles just glares at him. Knuckles grabs the mic, looking rather pissed off as he does so.

Knuckles: Ya’ think this is a game? Ya’ think I care what people think of me? I do what I gotta’ do to survive and that’s why I am who I am. Everythin’ I got is because I EARNED it. When was the last time you earned anythin’ Phil? When was the last time Bailey was in a match where he damn near bled to death? I have given everythin’ I got to prove that Asylum is the superior brand. There aint’ an inch in any of these arena’s where I haven’t bled or been scarred for life. Did I ever once complain? Did I ever bitch n’ moan that I didn’t nuttn’? I’ve never wanted anythin’ more in my life than to pin Kash, to finally say I BEAT him. Nobody in ANY of APW’s shows or roster could say anythin’ like than about anythin’. I NEED it more than Level One needs a new gimmick, more than Callahan needs to stop bein’ a bitch, or even you needin’ more tea. Fuck you and fuck everybody who thinks otherwise.

Nailz: I don't think Phil Atken planned for his first show to go down like this. I'm not sure if this'll make it past pilot!

Beckett: He's just asking questions. I have no idea why Knuckles would want to attack The Voice. That poor man is already horrifically injured from Rasslemania, this is the last thing he needs.

Nailz: Aren't we the voices?

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Stenfelder: The following contest is a Tap Out Rules Match and is to determine the #1 Contender for the APW Tap Out Championship!

The fans cheer loudly, although their reaction changes a bit as “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. Frank is heading towards the ring making his entrance through the crowd.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 290 pounds, from South Boston, Massachusetts, “Old Man” Frank Cannon!

Nailz: Frank Cannon is one of the more, how do I put this gently, “colorful” members of the Asylum roster, and he has a huge opportunity tonight to try and earn himself a title match on a major pay per view!

Beckett: Frank isn't really a submission style wrestler, but he'll beat you up until you can't go on!

The opening chords of Chris Cornell's "You Know My Name" begin to play over the speakers of the arena. There's an explosion of pyro on stage as the song starts, and Matt Matlock steps out onto the stage, ready 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.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, weighing in at 270 pounds, from Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada, “The Crownless King” Matt Matlock!

Beckett: We've seen Matt Mattlock utilize that brutal elevated Cloverlief which he calls Matt-lock from time to time! He'll probably need to wear down “Old Man” Frank Cannon's back and legs during the match to move on to Mayhem as the #1 Contender!

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

#1 Contender's Match for the APW Tap Out Championship
Matt Matlock vs. “Old Man” Frank Cannon

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The two men immediately engage in the type of smash-mouth style match you'd expect them to, with little to no technical prowess on display at all. They're just going at it, bashing each other's faces in, fighting a good ol' fight. Matt Matlock controls much of the early match, and as he goes for an Irish Whip, Cannon reverses it, catching Mattlock on the rebound with a Hard Knife Edge Chop that takes him right off of his feet! From here, Cannon mounts Matlock, and pummels him with Close Range Elbow Strikes that nail him in the side of the head again and again and again!

Beckett: This is smart by Cannon! He's working the head of Matlock, which softens him up for The Departed Seated Dragon Sleeper!

Nailz: Both of these men know what's on the line, and they're going to certainly put each other through hell before this one is over!

The slugfest continues for about fifteen minutes or so. Cannon predominantly works the head of Matlock, while Matt focuses on the lower back of the “Old Man.” The finish comes as both men are laid out on the mat, with the ref making the mandatory 10 count. Frank is up at the count of five, and he motions for Matlock to get up. As Matlock does so, Frank comes in and nails him with Face the Music, almost taking Matlock's head off with it! Frank motions to the crowd that this one is over, and as he reaches down to pull Matlock up, Matlock pulls him down into a small package, but doesn't try to pin him, because that won't work anyways! In one fluid motion, Matlock pulls him down, and then gets to his feet, turning “Old Man” Frank Cannon onto his belly and applying The Matlock! The fans are chanting for Cannon to hold on, but after thirty seconds, the “Old Man's” back gives out, and he has no choice but to Tap Out! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Matt Matlock[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, and the new #1 Contender for the APW Tap Out Championship, Matt Matlock!

Nailz: That was about as brutal of a slugfest as you're ever going to see in the Tap Out Division! Big congrats to Matt Matlock for being able to come out on top with the victory here tonight!

Beckett: Neither one of these two men fit your traditional view of a submission wrestler, but I got to say, after tonight's match, I am fired up to see Matt Matlock versus Anthony Bailey at Mayhem in four short weeks!

“You Know My Name” begins to play over the loudspeakers once more as the ref raises Matlock's arm in victory. He looks down at “Old Man” Frank Cannon, spitting at his downed opponent! This draws loud boos from the crowd!

Nailz: What a sign of disrespect from Matlock here tonight! He and Cannon just wrestled a very physical match, and he cheapens his victory with a classless move like that!

Beckett: When did Matt Matlock ever say that he respects his opponents!? Never! And I like that about him! I hope he takes the Tap Out Title off of that goody two-shoes Anthony Bailey in short order!

The fans continue to boo Matt as he makes his way back up the ramp, heeding them no attention as he goes along.

The scene opens backstage on the trainer's office in the Coliseo Rubén Rodríguez. A brunette in a three-quarter length doctor's jacket is gently prodding Isamu Suzuki's head with a latex glove-lined hand. Isamu's trainer and mentor, David Fireson, is close by, watching the proceedings closely.

David: How is he, Margaret?

The woman stands up straight (which does nothing to her height, keeping her several inches shorter than David) as she scratches her temple idly.

Margaret: Well he doesn't have a concussion. His noggin will be tender for a week or two, but there's been no significant damage done, so he'll be just fine.

Isamu: So I can wrestle next Asylum, and for High Stakes?

Margaret turns to her charge and nods.

Margaret: I would try to keep from getting into any trouble tonight, but you should be right as rain in a week or two.

Isamu smiles as he nods.

Isamu: I should be able to handle that.

Margaret backs up and lets Isamu hop off of the examination table.

Margaret: Well then I will let you go. Go straight back to the hotel and rest until your flight tomorrow. Doctor's orders.

Isamu nods, and David chuckles.

David: I think we can handle that.

David angles Isamu out of the trainer's office and they start off down the hall. They make it about twenty paces and go to turn the corner before the lighting starts going wonky, flickering in and out. Isamu tenses up and David narrows his eyes. When the lights stablize, the camera pans around to show the source of this tension, as Donovan Caine is seen lounging against the wall around the corner, grinning as he looks over his erstwhile victim.

Donovan: So what's the prognosis?

Isamu narrows his eyes, but says nothing, prompting David to respond.

David: He's a little rattled but mostly intact, no thanks to you.

Caine responds by smiling, pushing off the wall and walking up to Isamu, who tenses further.

Donovan: Good. I wouldn't want him to have any excuses to hide behind.

Isamu raises an eyebrow, but before he can say anything, Caine smirks.

Donovan: Did you like my special piece from your homeland?

Caine grins, leaning in close to Isamu, who leans away.

Donovan: How did it make you feel?

Caine leans in on his other side, and Isamu leans away in the other direction, face screwed up with the effort to keep his composure.

Donovan: Surely you're not happy about being exposed as a fraud and seeing your own people desert you?

Isamu responds only with quicker breathing and a more disgust-contorted face. Caine chuckles, standing up straight again and smirking.

Donovan: Makes you want to get into a fight doesn't it? Makes you want to take your anger out on somebody doesn't it? Makes you want to defend your precious honor, doesn't it? Here, I'll even let you take the first shot!

Isamu: There's no honor in that.

Donovan Caine laughs.

Donovan: Still on about honor! Give it up, Isamu, there's no honor in what you do. How are these fans supposed to believe you're here for them when you're not even there for your own mother?

This causes Isamu to bow up, glaring at Caine, face now a mix of disgust, anger, and anxiety.

Donovan: I bet there wasn't even anything wrong with her when you ran off and left APW the first time.

Isamu glares harder, a fist forming. He raises his arm to attack, but David grabs his wrist, muttering to Isamu. Whatever he said, Isamu sighs, shoulders sagging.

Donovan: Oh you should have let him go. Nothing he can do to me will compare to the Hell that awaits him when the time comes for me to enact His vengeance. Thanks for proving my point for me, though it is you I pity most.

David raises an eyebrow as Isamu, dejected, shrinks back behind him.

David: Yeah, why's that?

Donovan: Well he's betrayed the APW loyal, and he's betrayed his family. Surely you must know that you are next.

David: What?

David goes to grab Caine, but as he does, the lights flicker and waver. When he can see clearly again, Caine is gone.

David: Damnit!

Isamu just stands where he is, eyes cast to the ground. David studies him for a moment before taking him by the shoulder.

David: Alright, kid, let's get outta' here.

The two of them walk down the hall and head toward the parking lot.

Nailz: What the hell was that about?

Beckett: More mind games from the King of the Dead. I don't know how much of what he said was true, but I'd wager a lot of it was, from the way that kid reacted. Even if it wasn't, it was near enough to touch a nerve.

Nailz: Yeah, but why is he fucking with Isamu at this point in his life?

Beckett: You weren't listening, were you? The kid's a lost soul! He's trying to bring Isamu around to the side of light!

Nailz: By goading him into fights and questioning his relationship with his mother?

Beckett: Well god works in mysterious ways...and so do his agents, I guess.[/color

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Live backstage Jack Spade has caught up with an disgruntled “Old Man” in Frank Cannon, who seems to be livid as he is unraveling his athletic tape from his fist & mumbling under his breathe...Jack Spade cuts him off in the middle of the corridor, Spade begins tries to get word on Frank Cannon thoughts of the match.

JS: Excuse me...Frank we get your thoughts after the loss tonight & your future?

OMFC: (Mumbling while pacing forth & back) First off it’s “Old Man” to you asshole...Second I didn’t lose tonight, As a matter of fact...Why the hell am I wrestling in a number one’s contender, If I’m the real champ; Yes that’s right I’m the real champ. So since I’m the champ, I don’t have to prove nothing to anyone, so why not let my self be noticed as the rightful APW Tap Out Champ...

JS: Are you saying that you’re the APW Tap Out Champion?

OMFC: You bet your ass I am...

Frank turns behind him and see on the left side of the hall, A fire escape Ax. Frank breaks the glass using his still taped up right fist...The glass shatters as Frank pulls out the Ax, He proceeds to run down the hallway; Going past the main Lockeroom as he quickly finds Anthony Bailey’s personal Lockeroom...He proceeds to wack away at the door chipping the wood, As Jack Spade flies the scene; While the camera keeps shooting. Frank drops the Ax after a 12th swing as he backs up and hits a “Face The Music” on the middle of the door busting it open...

Frank walks in as the camera only watches from the outside; Frank turns back to the camera as he rips Bailey’s gym bag on the floor as he empties it...Frank stares at the camera and talks some more

OMFC: I know what you’re thinking, I’m going to shit on his things...Well you’re absolutely wrong...I’m going to do everything but shit on it!

Frank proceeds to walk around it as he picks up the pile of clothes; As drops his pants, with the camera thankfully blurring out his bum, and wipes his ass with every piece of them... He then pisses on Bailey’s bag and clothes...Frank finishes as he pulls his pants up...and continues talking

OMFC: Hmmm this doesn’t seem quite right yet...

The Old Man starts to snort his nose; As he begins to spit a large glob of mucus on the clothes...Frank laughs as the deed has been done, leaving the ax behind. Asylum cuts back out the arena.

The sound of “Losing Your Mind” by Pride and Glory hits the sound systems rather than “Sorry For Party Rocking” (Callahan Remix) and the man himself, Michael Callahan struts out of the curtain with his hair slicked back down, his suit on and all back in Republican mode. The packed Puerto Rican stadiums collective audience are unhappy about this reversal of character. Everyone loved seeing the new liberated and care free Callahan and to see him coming out here all gussed up in his Republican shell is just the antithesis of what they wanted to see. Making his way down to the entrance with his old vim and gusto, it's somewhat relieving to see that Callahan is back in a sensible frame of mind and ultimately won't be stripping for us as I'm sure it's an eyesore we couldn't bare to handle.

Nailz: Well so much for his internal social revolution. Looks like the changes he's made were short lived. Back to Reagan bothering for Michael Callahan it seems.

Climbing in the ring to take centre stage as usual, your duly elected wrestling representative has that glowing smirk that we've seen all too many times since his debut in January and it's sure as the day is long that Michael Callahan is well and truly back.

Michael Callahan: Now before I get started, I'd like to go ahead and say that no, I won't be stripping this evening. Fun time is over. I was thinking about it in my locker room and I realised that I'm in way over my head and this whole thing, me being a Studmuffin is absolutely ludicrous. This was just a stupid little phase that got way out of hand and needs to be stopped before someone, like me, gets hurt. I'm afraid anyone who was looking to see me smear my delightful self in baby oil and parade my beautiful body around like a cheap whore for all their entertainment is going to be sorely disappointed.

The crowd's defied expectations leads to all around booing. Turns out they're not the only one who's disappointed either. Both the Studmuffins, Everdeen and Guapo make their way out from the curtains with their arms folded and with frustrated faces on. At the top of the entrance ramp, they patiently wait to hear what Callahan has to say.

Michael Callahan: Yup, yup, I'm sorry to all of you people who I disappointed and I'm especially sorry to you two boys up on the entrance ramp, Senor Guapo and Stan Everdeen. I strung you along and got you to help me only to realise that I'm not cut out to be a Studmuffin. I'm just too stuck in my old ways, wrapped under layers of staunch conservatism. I just have that stench about me and I'll never get the beautiful ladies I desire...

Beckett: I've never seen such self-pitying crap in my life. Man up, Callahan. Girls don't like a whiner,

The crowd boo again but this time for different reasons. Now they feel genuinely sorry for Callahan, a man so entrenched in self-doubt thanks to his brutal break-up that he can't contain his shattering insecurities. Even The Studmuffins can't help but feel a little bit bad for this poor Republican, who they've belittled and mocked.

Michael Callahan: That is... unless I rip myself free of these... restraints that BIIIIND ME, OOOOOOH! Hit the music, please!

Nailz: Oh Hell No.

Blasting through the sound systems, the Party Boy Theme roars in at such high volumes it's deafening. The heavy bass and hihat sounds that make up the anthem synonymous with getting naked and dancing like crazy brings mile wide smiles to everyone's faces, especially Stan and Sr. Guapo's faces who are walking down to get a better look. Callahan starts strutting and bobbing his head slowly, removing his jacket and getting to work on his shirt as a hot crowd start going nuts.

Nailz: Oh my God, I think he's lost his mind!

Beckett: Oh how the mighty have fallen. Here's a man who called himself “the harbinger of hope and purity” and now look at him, shamelessly parading himself for the masses. Tut tut.

Callahan doesn't care for his dignity, as is evident by the way he slings his silk white shirt over some hot girl in the crowd who screams in ecstatic, youthful delight. Reluctantly, his assistant at ringside Steve Fukuyama slides him a bottle of baby oil which he picks up and liberally smears the greasy product all over his chiselled abs and pecs.

Beckett: The homoeroticism of this show has just about peaked ladies and gentlemen. What you are seeing is real, Callahan is lathering himself up and these fans are loving it!

Callahan slides out of the ring (an easy job, given that his back is now completely lubricated) and singles out a fine Puerto Rican girl and starts dancing and thrusting at her. He beckons her to climb over the ring barrier and join him. After some goading from the fans around her she climbs over and joins The American Hero and starts “dancing” with him, grinding with him and just acting like a general slut. Callahan's loving the attention he gets as “Man Whore” chants echo through the crowd.

Nailz: The crowd love it, The Studmuffins love it, even Callahan loves it!

Dragging the girl into the middle of the ring with him, he starts thrusting at her once more causing her to go tomato coloured in the face from sheer embarrassment. When the sexual tension can't get any more palpable, he tears off his slacks right down to a shiny pair of silver hot pants and his shoes which he refuses to take off. The crowd go wild for the near nude Callahan greasing himself up in front of everybody. Suddenly though he starts tugging at the waist band, indicating he's going to take it to the final level. The Studmuffins are about ready to rush the ring and stop him from doing so but a distinctive lovely voice cuts the whole thing short.

Sally Talfourd: What the Hell are you all doing?

The music stops dead and Callahan tugs the pants back up, covering his bare ass just before he shows it to the world.

Sally Talfourd: This is ridiculous. You can't seriously be doing this? I despise you as much as anyone else but even I can't let you subject these people to the eye sore of your bare ass. You're living a lie Callahan. This isn't you. You're not being yourself. You're being what the people want you to be and even I know that's not the Callahan we all despise. Snap out of it. Even your so called friends “The Studmuffins” are laughing at you. I love those guys as much as anyone else does, but this is too much. When you were yourself, we might have despised you, but we could still respect you. Now though...

We cut to a shot of The Studmuffins who aren't even trying anymore to contain their raucous laughter. They're howling at Callahan's macabre display like hayena's at a lion carcass that's been torn of all it's residue.

Sally Talfourd: I'm sorry to have to tell you this but if you wanna be accepted by the people, stripping down and showing off your man bits isn't gonna' do it. If you want the fans and the “sexy ladies” to love you, you've gotta' love them. And do you really think that's what you want?

Sally Talfourd's not the only one with objections it seems. Two other men join her on stage. Not with her but alongside her in voicing the concerns. They are “The Revolutionist” Chaz Dillinger and Gubayama Takagi, with Chaz holding a blazer jacket on a coat hanger.

Chaz Dillinger: Y'know it's a sad state of affairs but I almost agree with Sally that this isn't right. I take offence on his behalf to the idea that Callahan doesn't care about these people, or that he never did because that's not true or fair. That was his whole mission, to bring about a better wrestling product for people to enjoy without the filth and immorality that corrupts television.

Gubayama Takagi: He speaks the truth. I came to America to wrestle alongside a man who's love of the people extended beyond any level of personal sacrifice. I came to wrestle alongside Michael Callahan; The American Hero, not Michael Callahan; The Stripper.

Callahan stares baffled at the both of them, having an epiphany about the quarter life crisis he's having and sort of coming into a realisation. Both Chaz and Gubayama start making paces towards the ring, holding up the blazer jacket high as a symbol of what Callahan was and could now be.

Chaz Dillinger: Gubayama chimes in with exactly what I was about to say. We know that you had great ambitions Callahan. We all knew your dreams and your initiative to... I dunno... restore tradition? But you lacked two critical elements. You lacked the money to fund your bold campaign...

Gubayama Takagi: And you lacked the man power to crush the resistance of anyone who stood on our way. You had leadership, but no army to lead into battle.

They both slide into the ring and stand either side of Callahan who stares at his suede shoes looking totally lost. The Studmuffins climb into the ring themselves while Sally watches from the apron.

Chaz Dillinger: And that's why we're here. We know you've had a breakdown but we understand that it's because you're upset and distraught at the breakdown of your relationship. We get that. Sometimes, life just gets us down. But we also know that when life gets us down we're lucky enough to have friends who will pick us back up and show us the right way. And that's what we're here to do Michael. We're here to show you your way. We don't care that you just stripped down in front of a building full of people, we care about getting you back into the position you belong... Spearheading the Traditional Restoration Initiative as only the most liberal-hating, abortion-debating, filibustering, technical muscling, god damn American Hero Michael Callahan can. Now put this blazer on, and rise above agony! You can do it!

Stan chimes in trying to form an argument while Callahan gives the blazer jacket a look over, examining the fine quality of the fabrics used.

Stan Everdeen: Look, they're right. We messed with you and we were jerks for doing it Mike but look how much these fans love you. We think you're a cool guy for even attempting this. Most people wouldn't even have bothered but you came out and you gave it your all. That's what these fans want, people who will do anything for their support.

Sr. Guapo offers him the “Sorry For Being a Catholic” muscle shirt that Callahan paraded around in during his match with Billy Pepsi. Callahan looks at both articles of clothing and has the decision of his life ahead of him. The crowd are cheering on Callahan to take the muscle shirt but he's not convinced.

Chaz Dillinger: Michael.... That jacket? It's made by Savile Row...

Michael's eyebrows perk. Savile Row is the one tailor he always wanted to visit but simply doesn't have the time. Clearly tipping in favour of Gubayama's and Chaz's favour, he continues to weigh up the odds in his mind. Finally, he slips into the beautiful blazer presented to him and it fits him like a glove. He shudders with delight as it fits his form seamlessly, the suit granting him the pleasure of status that no amount of party rocking and strip teasing ever could. He takes the microphone from Chaz and turns on his disappointed allies.

Michael Callahan: You low-down, lecherous, wastrel scoundrels! How dare you humiliate me like this. You've made me look like a f-... fu.---. a complete imbecile on a grand scale. You took advantage of me in my most vulnerable state and had me strip down to my skivvs on national television! You sick freaks! My reputation is in tatters as are my clothes but gosh darn it, I understand now what my mission is. The crowd don't boo me because they disagree with me, they boo me because I'm not doing my job properly. I HAVE to push harder and complete the changes within Asylum before I gain their approval. And how do I start that? By making an example out of the two clowns who defaced an American icon's legacy.

With that, a three on two assault starts as Michael throws the first shot on Senor Guapo and then Gubayama and Chaz join in. Sally Talfourd quickly rushes down from ringside to assist the Studmuffins and quickly a six man brawl erupts. Before anyone can seize control though, security intervene.

Beckett: It's the new Traditional Restoration Initiative against The Studmuffins and Sally Talfourd, but thank God security are here to break up this battle.

Nailz: I can't believe the Studmuffins actually convinced Callahan to strip tease! That was hilarious!

The guards pull them apart finally and start dragging everybody their separate ways as the scene fades to black but the one thing that we're left with is the knowledge that Michael Callahan is back. And he's where he belongs.

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"Pomp and Circumstance March no.1 in D" ("Land of Hope and Glory") bursts forth from the PA. Julius Farquhar steps through the curtain carrying a flagpole bearing the cross of St. George. 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 at a weight of 228lbs..."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.

Stenfelder: And his part--

Faquhar lowers the announcers hand away from his mouth as “Superman (It’s Not Easy)” by Five for Fighting blasts from the sound system and Manservant walks, puts his hands on his hips and strikes a super-hero pose. The crowd go wild as he runs towards the ring, cape flowing behind him. He slides under the bottom rope, spins in a circle arms outstretched, and then climbs each turnbuckle and poses for the fans. Julius pulls him down and starts barking orders at him.

Nailz: Here we have a new pairing making their team debut on Asylum as Julius Farquhar and the Manservant team up.

Beckett: This is a travesty. Farquhar shouldn't have to team with this...this...underling. He is Quintessentially English for a reason!

Stenfelder: And their opponents weighing in at a combined 490 lbs, Mike Morrison and "The Loose Cannon" Rico Casteel....THE MARTYRS OF MADNESS!

The lights dim down as "I'm Going Slightly Mad" by Queen begins to play through the arena and out from the back step the Martyrs of Madness, Rico Casteel and Mike Morrison. Rico stops at the top of the ramp, glaring around the arena before locking in on the ring, while Mike stands beside him, his eyes wide and crazy. Morrison begins to make his way down the ramp, cane in hand, while Rico cracks his neck before making his way to the ring. Morrison slides into the ring while Rico pulls himself onto the apron and enters. Rico paces the ring while Morrison twirls his cane.

Nailz: Rico and Morrison nearly won the tag team titles at Rasslemania, and now they're looking to build some momentum to get back to that point.

Beckett: Those two are a pair of war machines just looking to rip someones head off. But they aren't the Studmuffins, that's for sure.

Julius Farquhar/The Manservant vs. Martyrs of Madness

Farquhar orders Manservant to start the match as he stands on the apron. Manservant and Morrison lock up, the bigger Manservant overpowering Morrison and dropping him with a few raised knees. He follows that up with a pull in clothesline taking Morrison down and then drops an elbow over Morrison. Farquhar calls for the tag, enters, and moves in to Morrison, but Morrison gets up and fires in a few chops and a dropkick to Farquhar. Morrison hits a snap suplex that sends Farquhar down, but Julius is able to crawl over and tag in Manservant, ordering him to attack Morrison.

Nailz: Some...interesting teamwork from Manservant and Farquhar.

Beckett: I love it. Farquhar is showing his true dominance in the ring.

Morrison looks at Manservant and then tags in Rico. Casteel enters and he and Manservant go shot for shot neither one getting the upper hand. Rico tries to whip Manservant but he reverses and hits a clothesline. Manservant follows that up with a vicious clothesline and a impressive scoop slam. He lines Rico up and nails him with a big boot, but Farquhar tags himself in and pins Rico.

1...

2--Kickout

Nailz: Farquhar nearing the pinfall after Manservant did all the work.

Beckett: That's teamwork right there!

Farquhar tags back out to Manservant and points to Rico. But as Manservant comes in, Rico powers through with an uppercut, a few raised knees and then a huge pair of headbutts to slow the large butler. It stuns Manservant long enough for Rico to bounce off the ropes and take Manservant down with a huge spear and pins.

1..

2--Kickout by Manservant.

Nailz: Rico showing some great power there.

Beckett: But it's not enough. That's been the Martyrs story as a team. Good, but not enough.

Rico tags Morrison in and the two send Manservant into the ropes where Farquhar tags himself in. The ref sees and Manservant comes back with a double clothesline on Morrison and Rico. Morrison goes down and Rico staggers. Farquhar is in and picks Morrison up, hitting him with a reverse DDT, but as he goes for the pin, Rico hauls Farquhar up and drops him with a powerslam type move. The referee restores order and Farquhar crawls over and tags in Manservant. He moves in on Morrison who hits a dropkick to his knee, buying enough time to tag in Rico.

Rico moves in with a huge clothesline to take Manservant down. He picks the bigger man up, and lines him up for the Knock Out Punch, but Manservant blocks it and drives a headbutt into Rico's head. He follows that up by running off the ropes and hitting a huge big boot. Morrison comes in, but he is clotheslined over the top rope. Farquhar calls for the tag and Manservant obliges, allowing Farquhar to come in and nail a rising Rico with the Pay Homage [Shining Wizard] and then he goes for the pin.

1...

2...

3!!!

WINNERS: Julius Farquhar and Manservant

Farquhar gets up and raises both fists into the air, jumping around a bit and cheering loudly as Manservant looks on.

Nailz: An impressive win for those two here tonight.

Beckett: It's a travesty that Farquhar had to be teamed with him.

Rico is moving around on the mat as Morrison slides back into the ring carrying a steel chair. Farquhar sees this and bails from the ring, while Manservant takes a bit longer but gets out without harm as Morrison's swing misses. Farquhar and Manservant head up the ramp.

Nailz: Morrison coming to the aid of his partner there, making sure nothing else comes of the match.

Beckett: This has been a tough break for the Martyrs of Madness. It will surely set them back in their quest for the titles.

Rico is slowly getting to his feet and as he does, Morrison turns around, his eyes still wide. Morrison looks at Rico and stops.

Morrison: You. It's all your fault!

Morrison raises the chair up over his head and brings it crashing down over Rico's skull, sending the big man to one knee.

Nailz: What the!?

Morrison: You're the one who's been costing us our chance at the titles!

Morrison winds back up and brings the chair down on Rico's head a second time, dropping the former World Heavyweight champion to his knees.

Beckett: Finally! Morrison is putting Rico in his place!

Rico tries to get up, but Morrison bounces off the ropes and comes back with a third chair shot right to the face of Rico, sending the Loose Cannon down onto his back! Morrison kneels down beside Rico and gets right in his face.

Morrison: I listened and I listened, but you kept screwing me over! No more! No longer!

Morrison drops the chair to the ground and hauls Rico up before nailing him with a double arm DDT onto the chair.

Nailz: Madness Effect onto the chair!

Beckett: I think it's safe to say that the Martyrs of Madness are no more.

Rico rolls over onto his back, out cold and bleeding, while Morrison stands up, glaring down at his former partner. "One Step Beyond" by Madness begins to play as Morrison looks around the arena, smiling insanely. He spits down on Rico before walking past him and exiting the ring. He begins to dance his way up the ramp as medical technicians are racing down to tend to Rico Casteel.

Nailz: Morrison did what many people haven't been able to do. He bloodied Rico Casteel!

Beckett: He might pay for it down the road, but damn, that was good to see!

Morrison disappears backstage as Rico is being tended to, his face covered in blood.

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Backstage in the Coliseo Rubén Rodríguez.

Julius: Well there you have it Manservant, that is why I am the best in the business. There is no-one I can’t beat.

Manservant grunts passive agreement.

Julius: Anyway, I’ve gave you a little taste of what it means to be a professional wrestler, and the world’s only “Quintessentially English” wrestler carried your waste of space lump of fecal matter through a match, and defeated a former world champion no-less. Now that I’ve given you a treat way beyond your merit I think we can safely say this matter is closed. You can go back to being my manservant, and I can get on with becoming APW world champion.

Dr. Mike Weazel enters the scene clapping.

Julius: You don’t have to applaud me. I know how brilliant I am, but I am “Quintessentially English” after all.

Dr. Weazel: I wasn’t applauding you.

Julius looks confused.

Dr. Weazel: I was applauding Manservant on his fantastic debut.

Julius: He did alright, he didn’t do anything moronic, even if I had to carry him through it to victory.

Dr. Weazel: Have you ever considered a career as a teller of tall-tales? The true hero of this match was Manservant who proved to the world that even a lowly and humble manservant can compete with the world’s elite.

Julius: Fine. I’ll give Manservant credit, he proved he isn’t completely useless. What I don’t understand is why you are still here? He’s lived out his little fantasy, now it’s time for him to come back and work for me.

Dr. Weazel: Au contraire, Mr. Farquhar.

Julius is baffled, and not just because he doesn’t speak any language that isn’t English.

Dr. Weazel: I’ve just spoken to Mr. Schmidt and so impressed he was with Manservant’s performance that he has decided to extend his wrestling contract beyond tonight.

Julius: What?

Weazel: That’s right, Manservant is now officially an APW Megastar.

Manservant grunts with pride and delight.

Julius: I don’t believe this.

Weazel: Well, you better believe it. Oh yes, one other thing: Mr. Schmidt really liked the idea of this tag team continuing, and he said you should both expect more tag team action on the next card.

Julius: This is utterly ridiculous! I can’t team with this uncoordinated cretin! I should be world champion!

Weazel: Come on Manservant, I’ve got a little celebration laid on for you.

Weazel walks off and gestures for Manservant to follow. Manservant walks up to Julius and offers him a handshake, grunting his gratitude. Julius looks at the offered hand and snubs it, walking off shaking his head. Manservant grunts with disappointment and watches as Julius walks down the corridor. The scene fades.

Asylum! What a show it’s been so far! Far better than that other APW show. A spectacle of talent, athleticism and unabashed hardcore wrestling! Woot! Anyway, we’re back from the ad break, and one match away from the huge main event. Speaking of all this, the camera returns backstage to find one of the big names in the next match: Sally Talfourd! The crowd is a roar as we find Sally doing her last minute stretches, exercises, and warm-up just before the entrance out to the ring.

Anthony: All ready?

Up sides Anthony Bailey, wrestling gear on as we all know that he is the biggest name headlining the show tonight. Over his shoulder is the Tap Out Championship looking all shiny and prestigious, and he pats it as Sally keeps on stretching out down to her toes...much to the enjoyment to the viewing audience.

Sally: Please! I’m always ready. Ready to win, to beat Chaz, to do anything.

Anthony: Anything?

Sally: Get your mind out of the gutter!

Sally laughs as she finishes up. She catches sight of the belt over Anthony’s shoulder. Bailey shifts it further up his shoulder when he catches her looking at it.

Sally: Getting used to carry the jewelry around?

Anthony: This old thing? *Anthony chuckles* Yeah, it took a little getting used to. But...I’d say it’s a good fit.

Sally: I’d say it suits you. The colour as well, a nice match! Though, I hope you haven’t bought a new wardrobe for it.

Anthony: Why’s that?

Sally: Because you never know when you’ll lose it...

Sally gives Anthony a wink as she starts to hear her match being announced, the bell ringing out across the arena for the match to begin. Anthony chuckles as Sally leaves, then gives a quick look at his belt, and holds onto it a little tighter. The camera takes us back to the ring to find Adam Stenfelder in the ring.

Adam: The follow contest is scheduled for one-fall.

The crowd is buzzing with anticipation for the coming match. On cue, the lights take on a purple tinge and 'Troublemaker' 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.

Adam: Making her way to the ring 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. “All About the Benjamin’s” starts to play on the loudspeaker as the fans begin to boo very loud.

Adam: And making his way to the ring, ‘The Revolutionist’ ... Chaz ... DILLINGER!

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

Sally and Chaz eye each other off, the ref checks on them both, then signals for the bell!

Sally Talfourd vs Chaz Dillinger

The match starts of quick-paced as both these technical wrestlers start trading hold for hold. Chaz gets an early advantage with his weight and strength, but as he brings Sally down to the mat with an arm lock, Sally is able to counter with her legs and flexibility to tie up Chaz with her legs. There’s a quick flurry of quick pins, before both let go of the other and take to their feet. But as quick as they’re out of it, they’re back into it. Chaz with a hammerlock. Sally reverses. Chaz reverses again. Sally hooks his leg, works him down. Flips over, reverses into a headlock. Chaz pushes Sally off. They’re both back to their feet.

Nailz: There’s a serious level of wrestling ability in this ring tonight. Both Sally and Chaz pride themselves on being the best wrestler in APW, and we might just be seeing that right now.

Beckett: I think we all know that Chaz is going to get that title by the end of tonight. Who’s ever heard of the best wrestler being a woman?

Sally to the ropes, comes off them, but Chaz scoops her into a slam to the mat. Into a side headlock. Some maneuvering to wear Sally down. Sally kicks up, locks in the neck scissors then rocks back and forth to wear out Chaz some more. He rolls over, flips and is free. Both on their feet. Chaz with a belly-to-belly suplex. Sally hits the mat hard. Chaz in for an ankle lock. Sally finds his face with a boot. As he stumbles back, Sally is up, and hits Chaz with a facebreaker DDT. Chaz is up, Sally goes for the shining wizard. Chaz avoids it and takes Sally down with a half-nelson suplex. Chaz in with a front facelock. Sally works her way back up, and with stiff shots to the gut, forces Chaz off.

Nailz: Neither one giving an inch here.

Beckett: Talfourd will break sooner or later. She can’t handle this sort of match for much longer!

Chaz hits a vertical suplex, and rolls in for the pin. Sally kicks out at 2. Chaz locks on a sleeper hold, and Sally starts to fade out. The crowd rallies behind her, and Sally starts to fight pack. She breaks free, chops Chaz into the corner, then brings him out with a modified neckbreaker from the second rope. She is in for a pin, but only gets to the 2. Both are slow to get up. They trade blow. Chaz with a hiptoss. Clothesline to Sally as she gets up. Clothesline again. Chaz goes for the third, but Sally links the arm, swings around and up, and locks on the COTS! Chaz has to fight submitting as the ref check in on him. He manages to make his way to the centre of the ring and falls back, hitting Sally with the mat. He kicks over, getting Sally into the pin. Sally breaks free at the 2.

Nailz: Close calls for both of the megastars there!

They’re both up, and back into the fight. Blow for blow. Chaz gets Sally into the corner, but Sally ducks under Chaz’s next shot at her. She hits him with a dropkick as he comes out after her. While he’s down, she hits him with a leg drop, hold it over Chaz, then rolls into a chicken winging on the mat. Chaz is able to work up to his knees. Sally lets him go, then comes off the ropes with a modified shining wizard. Chaz hits the mat. Sally in for a pin. Chaz kicks out at the 2 count. Sally looks to the crowd, signals into the air and comes off the ropes with the the Happy Ending! She rolls Chaz into the pin. 1
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3! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Sally Talfourd

Adam: Your winner for this contest: Sally Talfourd!

Sally pulls herself to her feet, looks worked out from the match. She looks out at the crowd who are cheering on their feet. The ref rushes over and raises up her hand in victory. She waves to her fans, then heads for the ropes to leave. She catches Chaz kneeling in the middle of the ring and pats him on the back. Chaz glares at her, then brushes her aside. Sally shrugs, smiles, and poses for the fans on the turnbuckle.

Nailz: A hard-fought win there for Sally, and finishing with a nice show of respect for Chaz there.

Beckett: She’s just rubbing it in. We all know what she’s like.

Nailz: Well, say what you will, but Sally’s gone two wins for two matches since her return. She’s almost put Asylum on notice.

Beckett: Yeah, if anyone was noticing her.

Nailz: Well anyway, up next we’ve got the main event! Anthony Baily - the Tap Out Champion - takes on Knuckles. And Bailey is coming off a big win himself - edging out one over our Heavyweight Champion Jason Kash last week.

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Asylum is back from the commercials for the main event. The camera takes us backstage though, to get a bit of an insight into this huge clash between Tap Out Champion Anthony Bailey and Knuckles. Bailey, ready for his match, is found making his way towards the entrance to the arena.

Nailz: And there’s out champion, getting ready to make his way out for our main event. And what a meteoric rise this young lad has had, wouldn’t you agree Adam?

Stenfelder: Well, there’s not much difference between a meteoric rise and a flash in the pan, is there Russ?

Anthony is interrupted by a familiar face. Sally Talfourd is there, sitting atop one of the production boxes just inside the curtains trying to cool down from her grueling match just finished against Chaz Dillinger. She downs the rest of her bottle of water.

Anthony: Looking pretty tired there.

Sally has to laugh, because what else is she going to do? She tosses the finished bottle at Anthony, who steps aside and lets it sail past.

Sally: If by tired you mean amazing, then I’ll agree with you.

Anthony: So, did everything go as expected?

Sally: Did you watch the match?

Anthony: I did, I did.

Sally: You could probably figure out if it went to plan or not. *Sally stands up from the box* Anyway, why are you worried about my match? Worry about your own!

Anthony: Knuckles? Is there really that much to worry about?

Sally: Well, I’ll be watching to see how Asylum’s newest and best goes headlining the whole show! I’ve warmed up the crowd for you.

Anthony: All that’s left is send them home with, what is it? A Happy Ending?

Sally: Hey! Get your own lines!

Sally laughs it up as she heads off, leaving the Tap Out Champion to himself before his big match.

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your APW Asylum MAIN EVENT!

The fans burst out into cheers, and explode even more 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. Bailey's eyes widen as he strides to the ring greeting multiple fans.

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: The wrestling world is still buzzing over Bailey's huge win over Jason Kash just two ago! It was an upset for sure, but Anthony is out tonight to prove it wasn't a fluke!

Beckett: It totally was! Knuckles is going to put this kid in his place tonight, and that is that!

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.

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

Stenfelder: And his opponent, weighing in at 265 pounds, from the Bronx, New York, “The Survivor” Johnny Knuckles!

Nailz: Knuckles gets another shot at Jason Kash's APW World Heavyweight Championship in four weeks at Mayhem. It would certainly help him get into the psyche of Jason Kash if he's able to knock Bailey off here tonight!

Beckett: You have the audacity to say “if!?” It's not a question of if Knuckles beats Bailey, it's a question of how badly!

Once in the ring, Knuckles takes off his silk shirt, italian hat and gold chains and hops around in the corner with a look of hatred ready to attack. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Johnny Knuckles vs. Anthony Bailey

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Nailz: It's Main Event time folks!

The two men tie up in the middle of the ring, and Knuckles uses his strength advantage to power Bailey up for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! He's quick to follow up with a Short Elbow Drop to the throat of Bailey, before pulling him up and whipping him into the ropes! Bailey ducks under the Roundhouse Kick on the rebound, and responds with a Jumping Clothesline on the way back, taking Knuckles off of his feet! Bailey is quick to try and apply an STF, but Knuckles wriggles out before he can really get it in! Both men are back up to their feet, at a slight stand off early in the match!

Beckett: Knuckles showed off a bit of his martial arts skills with that attempted Roundhouse. It's easy to forget that under that rough exterior is a man who has really worked towards perfecting his craft!

Nailz: I have no disrespect towards Knuckles, but the same can also be said for Anthony Bailey! This kid just keeps getting better and better!

The two men tie up again, and Bailey gets the advantage, slapping on a Side Headlock. Knuckles quickly shoves him off into the ropes, though, and grabs him up for a Flapjack on the way back! Anthony's face crashes hard into the mat, and he grabs it in pain as Knuckles rolls him onto his back and goes for the first cover of the match, 1
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Kick out from Bailey! Knuckles gives him a few Forearm Shots to the face, before hooking both legs, 1
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Another kick out from “The Promise!”

Beckett: Knuckles knows that he's not going to get Bailey this early, but he also knows he has to do everything he can to try and wear out Bailey quickly! He knows that Bailey's conditioning is up there with the best in the business!

Knuckles just shakes his head a bit as he pulls Baily up and whips him hard into the corner! As Bailey stands there in the corner, dazed, Knuckles walks up and gives him a few Hard Knife Edge Chops to the chest before grabbing a hold of Bailey's head and knocking him down with a vicous Head Butt right between the eyes! Knuckles shakes his own head a bit as he grabs Bailey by the foot, dragging him out to the middle of the ring and going for another cover, 1
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Kick out from Bailey! Knuckles is undettered, just calmly getting up to his feet before he proceeds to stomp Bailey repeatedly in the chest, picking up in intensity as he goes along! After about a dozen stomps, he reaches down to pull Bailey back up, but on the way up, he gets a hard shove from the Tap Out Champ! As Knuckles is taken aback, Bailey quickly pulls him in for a Fireman's Carry, followed up a hard Kick to the Spine as Knuckles sits up! Bailey is quick to make his way to the top rope, and with his back towards Knuckles, he leaps off with a Moonsault Leg Drop! Bailey goes for his first pinfall attempt of the match, 1
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Kickout from Johnny!

Nailz: Knuckles has controlled much of this match so far, but Bailey looks like he's starting to come back into it!

Bailey stays on the attack, punching Knuckles right in the kisser a few times before pulling him back up to a vertical base. Bailey runs to the ropes to get a running start, but Knuckles runs behind him, Clotheslining him right over the ropes to the floor! Bailey lands hard on his right shoulder, and grits his teeth in pain while Knuckles looks on from inside the ring. As Bailey slowly makes his way to his feet, Kash gets a running start and dives through the ropes with a Suicide Dive taking Bailey back down to the floor! However, Knuckles lands in a way that his head is driven into the floor as well! The fans are on their feet, some cheering for Knuckles, but most of them trying to will Bailey on! With both men out on the floor, the ref begins the mandatory 10 count!

“1!”

“2!”

“3!”

Beckett: That Suicide Dive was very wreckless on the part of Johnny Knuckles! He has a huge title match in less than month! He shouldn't be taking so many risks!

Nailz: That's just who Johnny Knuckles is! He's one hardcore son-of-a-gun, and the only way he wrestles is balls out!

“4!”

“5!”

Knuckles and Bailey both start to stir.

“6!”

“7!”

Knuckles is up to one knee, while Bailey is on all fours.

“8!”

Knuckles rolls back into the ring, while Bailey is to his feet.

“9!”

Knuckles slides out with a Baseball Slide, causing Bailey to fly back into the barricade, but resetting the count!

Beckett: What an idiot! He could have had the count out victory right there!

Nailz: Johnny Knuckles isn't the kind of guy who goes for count out victories!

“1!”

Knuckles pulls Bailey up by the head and props him up on the barricade, nailing him with a nasty Forearm Shot to the chin!

“2!”

Knuckles continues to pummel Bailey on the outside with Forearm Shots as the ref continues to count.

“3!”

“4!”

Knuckles scoops Bailey up and drops him throat first across the barricade!

“5!”

Knuckles pulls Bailey up by the head and rolls him into the ring. However, before he can follow Bailey back in, “It's All About the Benjamins” hits the speakers, and Chaz Dillinger appears up on the ramp!

Nailz: What the heck is he doing here!? He has nothing to do with this match!

Beckett: He's one of the Knuckles opponent's at Mayhem! He's just coming down to scout his opponent, that's all!

Knuckles glares at Chaz, but stays focused on the match, sliding back into the ring. He pulls Bailey back up, and as he sees Dillinger climbing onto the apron, he whips Bailey hard into him, sending Chaz flying off the apron to the floor! Bailey ducks a wild Forearm from Knuckles, and leaps off the opposite ropes, doing a backflip and catching Knuckles with the Word of Promise! He hooks both legs, 1
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Knuckles just barely rolls his shoulder up!

Nailz: Bailey almost pulled it off again!

Bailey is slow to get up, as is Knuckles, who is visibly pissed off as he makes his way to his feet. Knuckles is up first, and he gets behind Bailey, stalking him! As Bailey is almost up, Knuckles lets out a loud “Hee-Haw!” before jumping in with a Donkey Punch! However, Bailey hears it coming, and ducks at the last moment, rolling up Knuckles from behind, 1
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Winner: Anthony Bailey[/center]

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

Nailz: Another week and another huge victory for Anthony Bailey! Knuckles laid the beat down on him, but he fought through and picked up the win!

Beckett: As much as I would like to say that Chaz Dillinger played a factor in the outcome of this match, Knuckles took him out before he could do some damage! However, Bailey catches Knuckles with a fluke roll-up, and just like that, he gets another lucky win!

The ref raises Bailey's arm high in the air, but the celebration is cut short as Chaz Dillinger is right into the ring, attacking Bailey from behind! The fans boo as Chaz attacks him with clubbing blows from behind before grabbing him by the head and waist, and tossing him uncerimoniously through the ropes to the arena floor!

Nailz: This is uncalled for! Let the kid have his moment!

Knuckles is up in a flash, and he begins to brawl with Dillinger. The two men are going at it tooth and nail, and the ref tries to get in between them to break it up, but gets an errant hard knee to the chin for his efforts, knocking him the heck out!

Beckett: Somebody get that ref a blanket, he's not getting up for a while!

The fans are firmly behind Knuckles as he and Dillinger continue to trade blows in the middle of the ring, but they absolutely explode as “Houston,” by Slim Thug ft. Paul Wall & Chamillionaire, hits the speakers and the APW World Heavyweight Champion Jason Kash appears on the stage! He runs down the ramp, unclasping his Championship Belt as he does so, and he slides into the ring and immediately joins up in the brawl!

Nailz: What a wild ending to this night! We need to get officials down here to restore order and quickly! That's all the time we have for tonight folks! Thanks again for joining us! We'll see you in two weeks!

Asylum goes off the air with all three participants of the World Heavyweight Championship match at Asylum continuing to brawl! The show fades to black.