Asylum 6/3- Tempe, Arizona

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Ida Maria's “Bad Karma” blares over the speakers as fireworks shoot out of the stage. The fans are on their feet, holding up their signs high as they scream at the top of their lungs!

Nailz: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Asylum! We are live tonight from Tempe, Arizona, and we have a huge night of action in store!

Beckett: That's right! Every match tonight has World Title implications, because every match except for the Main Event are Test for the Best Qualifying Matches! 16 Asylum Megastars are entered into the field to represent Asylum in the big tournament, the winner of which will receive a World Title Match at Shockwave in August!

Nailz: Overdrive has already run their first batch of qualifiers, and in the biggest shocker, last year's winner, C.J. Gates, has already been eliminated!

Beckett: That just goes to show you that anything can happen in Test for the Best!

Nailz: And in our Main Event, APW World Heavyweight Champion Jason Kash puts his title on the line in a contest against the single hottest wreslter in APW right now, the APW Tap Out Champion, Anthony Bailey!

Beckett: Bailey's going to attempt to be only the second ever person in APW to be a double-champion, and he gets his chance tonight!

Nailz: We've got a huge night of action, so let's send it to Adam Stenfelder in the ring!

Stenfelder: Tonight's opening contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Test for the Best Qualifying Match!

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

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 191 pounds, from Happy Valley, Newfoundland, Billy Pepsi!

Nailz: Pepsi had an interesting showing in the Ball Room Brawl at Mayhem. I'm not sure if I should say he did the Asylum brand proud or not!

Beckett: This kid is delusional! The fans obviously dislike him, yet he acts as though they are showering him with praise and adoration!

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.

“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 not only carrying a police baton and wearing black athletic tape on his hands and blue jeans tucked into his combat boots, Cannon is also wearing his Unsanctioned "Custom-Made" APW Tap Out Title on his shoulder as Frank is heading towards the ring making his entrance through the crowd.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, weighing in at 290 pounds, from South Boston, Massachusetts, “Old Man” Frank Cannon!

Beckett: This “Old Man” sure is some character. He's crass, rude, and even more delusional than Billy Pepsi! But he also outweighs the kid by almost a hundred pounds. My money is on him!

Nailz: Frank Cannon may have a checkered win-loss record, but he's as unpredictable, and therefore as dangerous as they come!

Frank tosses the belt over the rail and hops over picking it up while sliding into the ring. With both competitors in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Test for the Best Qualifying Match
Billy Pepsi vs. “Old Man” Frank Cannon

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The two men immediately tie up, and Cannon uses his size advantage to just shove Pepsi down to the mat. The pugnatious Pepsi makes his way back up to his feet quickly, and ties right back up with the bigger man. Again, he's shoved right back down to his bottom, and this time, Cannon rushes in to give him a stiff Knee to the face! Cannon pulls Pepsi up and tosses him out of the ring, following out to fight him. The ref begins the mandatory 10 count as Cannon reaches down to pull Pepsi up, only for Billy to get a hold of his waistband, dragging him down and causing the “Old Man” to smack the bottom of his chin across the guardrail! Both men slowly begin to make their way up, and the ref is to five as Pepsi rushes in towards “Old Man” Frank Cannon! However, Cannon sees him coming and launches him over the barricade onto the concrete floor out amongst the crowd! Cannon shows that he may have suffered one too many shots to the head, and follows Pepsi out into the crowd, despite the fact that the ref is up to eight! He pulls Pepsi up, and the two proceed to brawl, until the ref reaches ten and calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING![/center]

Stenfelder: As a result of a double count-out, this match is ruled No Contest!

Pepsi and Cannon continue to brawl through the crowd, ignoring the fact that they've been counted out.

Nailz: Well, that was an auspicious start to our broadcast! With both Pepsi and Cannon being counted out, what does that do to the brackets!

Beckett: It's our first match in, and we've already seen a bracket buster match up! What else are we going to see tonight!?

We cut live to the backstage area now where a surprisingly docile, relaxed Michael Callahan is standing along with leading microphone siren Cindy Shannon in order to conduct an interview. Arms crossed and waiting, Cindy introduces them both as Callahan nods his approval.

Cindy Shannon: Ladies and gentlemen you join me at this time with none other than one of the many men who'll be competing tonight for a spot in the Test for the Best tournament, Michael Callahan. Michael, pleased to see you again.

Michael Callahan: The pleasure is all mine Cindy.

He offers her a hand shake which she duly accepts despite being nervous about the unpredictable and prone to eccentricity Callahan.

Cindy Shannon: Now, just this week you suffered your first ever defeat in APW to Overdrive's Terry Marvin in what people are considering to be the match of your young career here. How do you feel about that?

If this were some four days ago then Callahan probably would've blown a gasket at such a question but with time to calm the F down he's able to deliver his old classics on the subject with a quiet confidence.

Michael Callahan: Cindy you know by now that I am not the kind of man to tell a lie. I'm honest about myself and in that I have no discomfort in turning to you and telling you that I reacted VERY badly to my loss to The Real Show. I tore apart three thousand dollars worth of office equipment upon my return to Kelso in a saga that I am deeply ashamed of. It wasn't until I tore apart a photocopier with my bare hands that I realised I was definitely man of the match in that contest when I made him tap and that I will have yet another opportunity to right the wrong when we inevitably meet at Test for the Best.

Cindy Shannon: Speaking of Test for the Best, you're facing Matt Matlock tonight in what is sure to be a clinic. How are you feeling going into this match? Are you nervous after your loss to Terry?

Callahan rather than scoffing or laughing at what he would usually perceive to be “dumb questions” simply shakes his head from side to side confirming his disagreement.

Michael Callahan: No ma'am. While I admit I completely lost my mind after I was bested for the first time by Mr. Marvin, I have since reflected that I need to focus now on the bigger picture. Test for the Best is where Michael Callahan stakes his claim to international sovereignty by becoming APW's official representative as the face of the company and in that type of position I can not show fear or apprehension for any competitor, no matter how fearsome he may be. Matt Matlock is beyond question an extremely capable, physical, cerebral competitor but if I keep my wits about me and stick to the game plan that notched me seventeen weeks of consecutive singles victories and tag team losses, I will ensure that I see through to it that just like my academic career this is just one test of many that I'm going to ace, A++.

Happy with what Callahan has to say, Cindy nods her head and then towards the camera to end the shot.

Cindy Shannon: Thank you for joining me Michael.

Michael Callahan: Thank you as well Cindy. It's been a pleasure as always.

And with that Callahan makes his way off-camera to get himself a smoothie and prepare for his match as the screen fades to black.

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Nailz: It’s non-stop action on Asylum tonight and we’re just a few moments away from our next T4TB qualifier.

Beckett: And this one will be a mouthful for anybody.

Nailz: What do you mean? It’s Gubayam Takagi versus Isamu Suzuki. What’s so hard about that?

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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Test For The Best Qualifying Match. Introducing first: Tamana, Kumamoto, Japan; he weighs 240lbs and is a member of the Traditional Restorative Initiative...GUBAYAMA TAKAGI!

"RISING" hits the speakers, opening with the drums. The lights start flashing around the crowd as the shamisen start playing over the speaker systems, but still no competitor. At twenty seconds, in place of the usual "He" for the song, Isamu's voice echos across the speakers with a "EYAH!" The song continues as normal as Isamu sprints out onto the stage, full of energy. He waits there only a moment before sprinting down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He hops up onto the top rope and lets out a battle cry to get him pumped up for battle before hopping down and stretching for the match.

Stenfelder: Introducing his opponent: Utashinai, Hokkaido, Japan; he weighs 215lbs...ISAMU SUZUKI!

Test For The Best Qualifying Match
Gubayama Takagi vs. Isamu Suzuki

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Collar-elbow tie-up to begin the match, and after a bit of to-ing and fro-ing Takagi pushes Suzuki into a corner. The ref is in quickly and Takagi is forced to release. A bit of physical posturing from Takagi to remind Suzuki he is the stronger, and then there is another test of strength which Takagi wins much easily, forcing Suzuki into a corner, and this time down into a seated position. Takagi again struts about the ring like a pompous politician. Suzuki explodes out of the corner with a bulldog lariat, making a quick cover and scoring a close two-count.

Nailz: An early indicator of what this match will be about: strength versus speed and agility.

Beckett: Let’s not forget that Takagi’s mentor is Michael Callahan, that gives him a distinct advantage in my book.

Nailz: It’s a big match for both men who both need to make a stronger impression having been on Asylum for quite some time now.

Beckett: And what better time to do it than T4TB.

Takagi has seized control of the match with an arm drag, transitioned into a shoulder lock, but Suzuki has fought his way back to his feet and tries to spin out of Takagi’s grip, but only finds himself in a wrist lock, which Takagi uses to lever the arm wrench, torquing the shoulder joint. Suzuki flips backwards, but the hold is not released, and he connects with an Enziguri to the side of the head that knocks Takagi off his feet and breaks the hold. Takagi gets up, but Suzuki floors him quickly with a dropkick to the chest, diving across the T.R.I. member, scoring another two count. Suzuki lifts Takagi and tries to whip, but gets reversed into the ropes and Takagi runs at Suzuki, dropping him with a running body splash, hooking the legs and getting a near fall two count himself.

Nailz: High tempo back and forth action from these Japanese acrobats.

Beckett: And let me reassure you, you are watching APW on the Food Network; your TV has not been hijacked by Japanese propagandists.

Takagi is firmly in control now, lifting Suzuki and connecting with a stalling suplex, picking up another two count. With Suzuki still down Takagi climbs to the top rope and looks for a diving headbutt but Suzuki rolls out of the way. Suzuki leaps to his feet and tries to land an asai moonsault, but Takagi gets his knees up. Both men lay down on the mat to recover as the ref starts a count-out.

Nailz: Both men seem to grasp the enormity of this opportunity, and they’re holding nothing back.

Beckett: This is why T4TB is so good. Every match is important, every move you make matters because the ultimate prize is so big.

Nailz: You’re right Steve; this is a tournament that can quite literally transport you to main event status.

Both men get to their feet and exchange a few blows; Takagi throws one in that has an extra 25lbs of power behind it and knocks Suzuki off balance. Takagi follows this up with a toe kick to the midsection and tries to lift Suzuki into position for the Brainbustaaah, but Suzuki twists out and lands behind Takagi, connecting with a spinning heel kick to the back of the head. Suzuki goes up top and attempts to land Shinyuu (Skytwister Press), but Takagi again gets his knees up. Takagi lifts Suzuki and delivers a brutal Brainbustaaah centre ring. He covers...

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Takagi gets to his feet, the ref raises his arm, and wears a smug expression on his face. Suzuki sits up, a look of disappointment on his face.

Nailz: A big win for Takagi, another tick against the name of Callahan’s T.R.I.

Beckett: Takagi finally shows that his place on the roster has some merit. But what next for Suzuki?

Backstage. Reginald Schmidt is seen on the telephone.

Reginald: So you're telling me that after the beating he suffered at the hands of Mike Morrison at Mayhem, Rico Casteel is done!?

Reginald nods as the voice on the other end speaks.

Reginald: On the one hand, I'm sad to see a former World Heavyweight Champion go, but on the other hand, I was very afraid of him! Well, wish him well for me, or actually, don't, he never liked me anyways!

As Reginald hangs up the phone, a voice is heard.

?: I was told you wanted to speak with me.

Reginald looks up to see Asylum’s only “Quintessentially English” wrestler – Julius Farquhar - looking down on him.

Reginald: I’m glad you dropped by Julius.

Julius: Well, what the devil do you want? This is inconveniencing my crucial preparations for my Test For The Best match tonight. When I win the whole thing you will no longer be able to deny me the World Title shot I have deserved since the day I walked through Asylum’s doors.

Reginald: Yes, about that...

Reginald reclines in his chair and passes Julius a sheet.

Reginald: I’ve decided to exclude your name from the tournament.

Julius’ draw drops. He looks over the sheet of paper Reginald handed to him.

Julius: What is this?

Reginald: That is a formal warning about your breach of contract on Meltdown two weeks ago.

Julius: What breach of contract?

Reginald: Twice you refused to compete in officially sanctioned Asylum matches on that show. I cannot and will not tolerate that kind of insubordination. I must set down a very strong example to the rest of the Asylum roster that this kind of behaviour is unacceptable. Therefore I have decided to impose the penalty of excluding you from Test For The Best this year.

Julius: This is ridiculous! This is downright scandalous behaviour!

Reginald: Julius, you’re lucky I didn’t suspend you, or recommend to the board that your contract be terminated.

Julius: You are a vile fiend Reginald!

Reginald: Julius, I would watch very carefully how you tread. The truth is you are simply not contributing to the Asylum brand in the way you promised.

Julius: But what about the tournament? Surely, it’s all imbalanced, you need me to keep the brackets even.

Reginald: That did worry me at first, but I quickly found a man who was willing to fill the void.

Julius: Who?

Reginald: Oh, you might know him, goes by the name....MANSERVANT!

Julius’s face drops with shock and turns to total disgust.

Reginald: Oh, and by the way Julius, if you in any way conspire or contribute to the potential downfall or failed participation of Manservant in his match, I will fire you tonight.

Julius shakes his head, clenches his teeth and looks like he is about to explode with rage.

Reginald: One more thing before you go – I expect you on commentary for that match.

Julius scrunches the paper into a ball and throws it at a wall before storming out and slamming the door of Reginald’s office.

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Asylum finds itself backstage in the company of three men. One a tall, bald and mean looking skinhead with a black t-shirt that simply proclaims himself to be “Hank”, one a short, stocky gentleman with a ponytail and cigar in hand, the self-proclaimed Superagent, Dirk Dickwood and wrestler/budding talk show host, Phil Atken. Collectively they would be known as something but none of them had agreed to a team name yet at the team meetings.

Atken: Gentlemen, this is a make or break night for us. This should be my glowing return to the squared circle but it could easily go pear shaped. Get ready, tonight, we'll make this a night to remember.

Dickwood: Any other awful songs you want to paraphrase?

Dirk chomps down on his cigar in a little bit of disdain at Phil's tortured reference.

Hank: …

Dickwood: Hank agrees.

Atken: Yeah, with me!

Dickwood: Look, I think I know what our mute thinks better than you do.

Hank simply shrugs his shoulders, doing his best to avoid getting involved in the conversation.

Atken: Look, we need to be a unit tonight. We need to work together to ensure I progress. The more eyeballs watching me, the more money to keep all this...

Phil begins to roll his finger around in a circle to indicate this applies to the whole group.

Atken: ...going on. Any questions?

Dickwood: Just the one. What happens if you lose?

Atken: We're buggered.

Dickwood: We best make sure that doesn't happen then.

Atken: I'd say so.

Hank: …

Atken: Hank approves too. Let's roll out!

Hank shrugs and sighs, following behind Dickwood and Atken as they head out of the locker room. An attendant tries to get Dirk to put out his cigar, which he promptly does on the attendant's wrist.

Dickwood: Can't get the help these days.

Atken: Stop ruining my night! You can pay for that one.

Dickwood signals to Hank, who simply shoves the attendant in the nearby cupboard as the trio continue their walk backstage.

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. He looks up with a cocky grin towards the crowd, as he finally enters the ring. Heading for one of the far turnbuckles he raises his arms in the air as HBK-styled pyrotechnics go off, and immediately stop as he lowers his arms. He then gets down and prepares for the upcoming match.

Nailz: This man doesn't have the greatest win/loss record in Asylum but he's got great in-ring credentials and when he wrestles he always gives it his best shot. He really does leave it all on the line inside that ring and while the fans don't like him, they have to respect him for his tenacity and dedication to beating someone's ass.

Beckett: I give ya' that. He's a nasty little twerp but at the end of the day he always puts in 100% and you gotta' admire a competitor like that.

The arena pipes down as the distinctive sitar melody of “Paint It, Black” by The Rolling Stones hits the speakers as Michael Callahan's beaming face appears on the megatron.

Drums come to life followed by the galloping rythym of the guitar and the crowd come alive for none other than the APW Pro Life Champion Michael Callahan himself. The smug Republican holds his championship belt high in the air as he struts out before a packed audience. Cameras flash all across the arena as everyone tries to get a decent shot of the champion brandishing his Pro Life prize for all to see, his arrogant smirk almost the size of the arena.

Stenfielder: Ladies and gentlemen... The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... From Kelso, Washington... weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds... He is the American Hero and your duly elected wrestling representative, MICHAEEEEEEELLLL CALLAHAAAAAAAN!

Sauntering towards the ring with Mick Jagger's dulcet tones backing up his every step, Callahan is the absolute picture of quiet confidence as he mingles with his people. Smirking and laughing and telling jokes to crowd members, it's no secret that this audience are absolutely disgusted by him. He even goes as far as to try and kiss someone's baby but its mother promptly pulls her child away from him.

He finally makes his way up the steel steps holding his title high again before climbing in through the ring ropes. He then anxiously watches the ring ramp like a hawk in anticipation of his opponent tonight as the crowd jeer and boo him vigorously.

Beckett: That man right there Michael Callahan has definitely got to be a fore-runner for people to back in winning Test for the Best this year. A seventeen week undefeated streak, a champion since his very first match at Survive and Conquer back in January and only just this week did he lose his first match to a very game Terry Marvin where during the course of the match, he made him tap out.

Nailz: People don't give Callahan a lot of credit because he comes across as a bit of a coward but that's all a part of his mind games. This weasel of a politician may seem slimy but he's a very strong competitor and his record proves it. With wins over the likes of Billy Pepsi and Sally Talfourd while making Terry Marvin tap out, how can you argue? And did you see him in his interview earlier tonight? I've never seem him look so calm. That's when he's at his most dangerous for sure.

Test for the Best Qualifying Match
“The Lone Wolf” Matt Matlock VS “The American Hero” Michael Callahan

When the bell rings Callahan takes everyone by surprise by exploding out of the corner with a big right knee to the stomach doubling Matlock over. He then proceeds to batter Matlock to the ground with a series of clubbing fore-arms to the back to send him crashing to the floor. Callahan doesn't take any messing here as straight away he's laying in brutal stomps and kicks to the back and head of his opponent. From there he proceeds to drag Matlock to his feet and throw him shoulder first into the nearest ring post as hard as he possibly can.

Nailz: My Lord, Callahan is brutalising Matt Matlock here. Matlock hasn't even got a word in edgeways so far!

Beckett: He seemed so chillax before but it looks like it was all a facade. We're seeing a new and improved brawling Callahan who's looking to put the hurt on Matt Matlock right now.

It's not long until Callahan's going back to what he knows. Scooping Matlock out from the turnbuckle he immediately drags him into The American Suplex dropping the Canadian megastar right on his neck in the centre of the ring. Grimacing and grunting, Callahan stops and stares fixated on Matlock waiting for him to get up. Delirious and groggy, Matlock slowly hauls himself off the ground and turns into a big kick to the gut from The American Hero who lays him out with The GOP (Good Ol' Piledriver) driving Matlock right down onto his fragile neck.

Nailz: Two brutal throws in quick succession! Matt Matlock doesn't have a say in this one! Callahan is dominating!

Beckett: He's livid after his defeat to Terry Marvin and you KNOW he's venting his frustrations on Matlock here and now.

Wasting no time with his air rifle set up, Callahan roars at the crowd.

”GOD BLESS THE USA!”

The crowd cheer in support of the statement yet boo the fact that it's Callahan as he climbs onto the back of the prone Matt Matlock. Instead of going for the Victory Lock though he wraps an arm around his neck Dragon Sleeper style (but prone like a camel clutch) and starts to yank backwards with all his might. Centre of the ring and unable to see, Matlock taps out quickly unable to take the pain of Callahan's excruciating new lock. DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Michael Callahan

Nailz: Ring the bell! We have a winner as Callahan demonstrates a devastating new submission!

Stenfielder: Here is your winner by submission and advancing to Test for the Best... MICHAEEEEELLLLL CALLAHAAAAAAAAN!

Beckett: Michael Callahan is advancing to Test for the Best after one of the most dominant displays of his career! And he's still not letting go of that face down dragon sleeper! This is brutal!

Gradually the referee manages to pry Callahan off of Matlock who huffs at the referee's decision to call the match. Callahan starts to make his way towards the ropes as Matlock groans and clutches his neck in agony.

Turning back to glare at Matlock, Callahan grabs him by the head and throws him out over the second rope and sends him hurtling to the floor like a piece of trash thrown in the dumpster. Following out after him, Callahan looks to make a statement with a post-match assault on The Lone Wolf. On all fours trying to crawl away, Callahan makes the run up and damn near decapitates Matlock with a running kick to the head.

Nailz: Callahan's gone nutty here. We need to get somebody out to stop this man. The match is over Callahan, you've proved your point!

Beckett: Oh don't be so sure about that. Callahan's never proved his point until he feels he's proved it. This is the beginning for Matlock.

Ripping Matlock off the floor Callahan's next move is to smack Matlock's face into the ring post, a booming thud resonating as the sound of steel meeting skull creates an audible crack like lightning. Callahan then takes Matlock once more and throws him head first into the guard rail with all the strength the former collegiate wrestler can muster. Matlock slams into it with a thud as a small gash forms with a little bit of blood trickling down his nose. Callahan then repeats his throw only this time he sends him flying head first into the ring steps, a massive crashing accompanying the shot.

Nailz: And now Matlock is bleeding. Is this going to stop?

Beckett: I don't think so. Not many people like Callahan but not many dudes like Matlock either. I think he's on his own here. It pays to make friends in this business.

Well and truly battered beyond belief, Callahan decides to make the finishing touches by aplying the Victory Lock to the broken and already battered Matt Matlock. He taps out instantly but Callahan doesn't let go until Matlock slips into unconsciousness, wanting to emphasize his total dominance over the Canadian competitor. Matlock's eyes start rolling into the back of his head as his oxygen supply is robbed of him and gradually Callahan puts him out for the count. A security guard finally decides to hop the barrier but Callahan is more than satisfied with his handiwork and breaks the hold quickly, heading backstage with his Pro Life title and the most unashamed smirk one man can ever hope to muster. The crowd demonstrate their disgust with jeering.

Nailz: This is a man who claims to represent honour and decency in wrestling and here he is possibly hospitalising a man after beating him to a pulp.

Beckett: I know who I'm picking to win Test for the Best this year. Michael Callahan is gonna' go the distance. Believe that!

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Nailz: And fans, these these Test for the Best qualifiers keep on rolling. Next up we have what I would call an interesting match-up as the returning Phil Atken looks to try and prove he can put his money where his mouth is.

Beckett: Atken's been opening his mouth a little too wide over the past few months as the host of Atken's Asylum. I for one am starting to wonder if he can actually back it up.

Nailz: Donovan Caine of course has become slightly reformed, or indeed reborn after his loss at Mayhem. He's now declaring secession from APW... it shall be interesting to see how he does tonight.

Beckett: Maybe he can set up camp in Quebec.

The lights begin to dim in the arena as spotlights begin to fly around all up and down the joint. Over the loud speaker we hear the beautiful tones of Mr. Dirk Dickwood.

Dickwood: Ladies and gentlemen, please be upstanding for the returning hero. The man once tragically wounded by a devious Englishman and a bathtub of tea, he comes back tonight in tip top form and ready for battle. He is a true warrior, he is YOUR voice, he is...... PHIL! AT! KEN!

Nailz: Is Dirk Dickwood looking to put Stenfelder out of a job?

Beckett: Don't tell me you wouldn't have your own personal announcer if you could afford it.

The spotlights all join together at the top of the entrance way as “Heavyweight Champion of the World” begins to play. Out from the back stomps Phil Atken, adorned is a sparkly black and gold robe. He gets a reasonable reaction from the crowd, interested to see what Phil has to offer in his return to the ring. Out from behind Phil emerge his Head of Security, the one named mute, Hank and his agent, manager and perhaps sole friend, Mr. Dirk Dickwood.

Nailz: Atken has certainly being building up a little troupe since he's been sidelined.

Beckett: If I got the treatment he did hosting a nice cosy chatshow, I'd be hiring in back-up too.

Phil hops into the ring as Dirk and the tall, bald and rather mean looking Hank take their place in Phil's corner. My Chemical Romance's “Helena” fills the arena as a shadow appears up in the rafters as the crowd is in an uproar. Chants of “The Grave Stalker” & “You Need Help!!!” are split amongst the capacity crowd. Donovan Caine stretches out gripping a black rope sliding down from the Rafters into the Squared Circle. He's wielding a steel black bat pointing it around the arena at various fans smiling sickly. He then takes off his black trench coat, gives it to the referee and tosses the bat to the outside.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, he was born in A Shallow Grave and tonight he weighs in at weighing in at two hundred and ten points pounds, he is “The King of The Dead” Donovan Caineeeeeeeeeee!

Nailz: And here is the man who has declared war on APW.

Beckett: Yet is still wrestling in APW? The fans are right, that man needs help.

Nailz: He's looking to send a message tonight, it'll be interesting to see if he can do it. He may begin to change APW's landscape if he does.

Caine's cold dead eyes are well placed upon the entrance ramp. Caine laughs and lets out a high pitch screech making Stenfelder run off before awaiting the match to begin.

Beckett: First Dirk Dickwood usurps him for Phil's introduction and now Caine is chasing him about. I almost feel sorry for poor Stenfelder.

Test for the Best Qualifying Match
Phil Atken vs. Donovan Caine

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As the bell rings, Atken looks reluctant to make the first move, instead attempting to get a feel for the ring again. From the outside Dirk Dickwood is yelling words of encouragement, Hank however feels more satisfied to stand and glare into the ring with his arms closed. Caine instead begins to opt for the opening aggression as he rushes towards Phil, elbowing him in the head as he does so. Phil staggers over towards the ropes and Caine takes full advantage of this situation. Choking Phil on the ropes but finally letting go just before the count for five. Phil staggers back to the corner, gasping for air as he does so. Caine looks to continue his attack, again rushing towards Phil but this time he only meets turnbuckle on his charge as Phil manages to dive out of the way on time. With Caine winded, Atken launches himself off the ropes, looking to ground Caine with a chop block but Caine is quick to catch Atken before he gets the chance, powerslamming him to the mat. Caine hooks the leg to cover.

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Nailz: Atken managing to kick out there.

Beckett: This is certainly an uphill struggle for Phil Atken. Caine has the size and weight advantage, my gut tells me if Phil wants to walk away with the win, he's going to have to use every trick in the book.

Caine looks a little frustrated at Phil's will to survive but the story is the exact opposite on the outside of the ring as Dirk Dickwood looks positively gleeful at his man's kickout. Caine drags Atken back up to an even base and begins to elbow away at his head a few times. He adds in a kick to the gut for good measure, once again completely winding the returning Atken. He hoists up Atken and begins to walk towards the turnbuckle that he had previously ran into. He drops Atken head first into the turnbuckle with a Snake Eyes but this doesn't seem to be enough to take Atken off his feet. Caine looks a bit puzzled by this for a moment but is quick to rush into the ropes, allowing him to build up a little bit of momentum. As he rushes back towards Atken, he lifts up his rather large boot and lands its square of the face of the self-proclaimed True Voice of APW. Atken crumbles to the mat. Once again, Caine hooks to leg for a pin.

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Nailz: Atken is showing a great will to survive tonight.

Beckett: This was always going to be a tough return for Phil but if I was Dirk Dickwood, right now I'd be advising him to just take the loss. There's a difference between a battle and a war and this may cost Atken in the long run. Caine is just crushing him.

Frustrated again by his durability, Caine goes to pull Atken back up by his beautiful flowing locks but he gets slightly distracted by Atken's Head of Security, Hank leaping up on the apron. As Hank begins to distract the referee, pointing towards Caine wordlessly, Caine begins to look a little frustrated. Dirk Dickwood rolls into the ring from the other side and helps Atken back up to his feet while Caine continues to try and drag the referee away from Hank's distraction. As Dirk bails out of the ring, Atken has just enough awareness to sneak up behind Caine and rolls him up with a school boy, for good measure he begins to tug away at Caine's tights.

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Stenfelder: Here is your winner by pinfall, progressing to Round 1 of Test for the Best... PHIL! AAAAAAATKEN!

Nailz: And Phil Atken steals one here tonight!

Beckett: The man made use of everything available to him and it was enough to barely keep Caine down for the three. Atken progesses on but Caine certainly has a legitimate gripe about the way it went down. If anything, this may add more fuel to the fire in his war against APW. The man was robbed!

Phil senses how irate Donovan Caine is and bails out of the ring into the celebrating arms of Dirk Dickwood. Dirk raises up Phil's hand in victory as their Head of Security heads up the ramp. All Caine can do is glare down the trio from the ring.

Fart sounds rumbling as the camera moves into the Bathroom backstage. The bathroom stall is cracked open and the World Heavyweight Championship sits draped over the top of the stall door. Grunting and moans come from within the stall as Jack Spade is slow to approach.

Jason Kash: Is someone there?

Reluctant to speak, Jack Spade begins to turn and leave the bathroom. Kash hearing his footsteps, he speaks out again.

Jason Kash: Hello? I can hear you..

Jack Spade: It's me Jack Spade, I didn't know you were busy. I'll catch up with you later in the evening.

Jason Kash: No, no, it's cool whats up?

Jack Spade: Umm..I just wanted to know if you were prepared for tonight?

Jason Kash: Yeah, once I drop this deuce I will be ready for War! Pre Match Poop always makes the match go smoother. Imagine if someone shit themselves during a match, that has to happen more than people admit too! Weak bowels and everything..

Jack Spade: Have you ever done that during a match?

Jason Kash: Hah! I've come close, you have to master being able to suck it back up. Pinch it before it peeks out like a Groundhog ya know? Thats why I always drop one before a match if I can.

Jack Spade: Again, you have a way of being very disturbing about how you describe things.

Jason Kash: I prefer the term Foul, disturbing just sounds gross.

Jack Spade steps back when the toilet roars with a flush. Kash giggles as the water splashes up onto his underside. After the room fills with silence again, Kash speaks out to see if Spade left.

Jason Kash: You still there Spade?

Jack Spade: Yes, I'm not sure why but I'm here..

Jason Kash: I got a problem you might be able to help me with. I have a big one coming and need something to grip so I can rip. Wanna hold my hand?

Jack Spade: Wha? No! I'm here to ask you about your Match tonight! I am not paid to help people have bowel movements!

Jason Kash: Okay well check it, I "PROMISE" that this match will be worth watching. I "PROMISE" that fireworks will be seen and that people will never forget Kash/Bailey the Second Round. Okay it's coming...It's my warm up for Bailey, let the match begin...GRRRRR...

Jack Spade: I'm leaving...

Jack Spade hurries out of the bathroom as Jason Kash grunts. The camera cuts quickly to a commercial break.

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"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. 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.

Beckett: If I could punch any single Asylum wrestler on the face...

Nailz: True dat.

“One Step Beyond” by Madness hits as Mike Morrison steps out of the curtain with the lunatic eyes and a grin like the Cheshire Cat. Doing a swing dance down the entrance ramp, the crowd boo and jeer him after his turn against Rico Casteel but look excited to see him stave in his opponents head.

Nailz: He's coming off a big win against a former World and Suicidal Champion in Rico Casteel. He quite literally beat the hell out of him and won the biggest match of his career. Now he's facing the publicly sanctioned hate figure of Asylum.

Beckett: Morrison is probably the only person here who genuinely worries me.

Test for the Best Qualifying Match
Mike Morrison vs Alonso Famoso

In quite possibly the most hilariously juxtaposed match of the century, the deranged Mike Morrison goes one on one with the arrogant pretty boy of the Asylum brand Alonso Famoso. Even though Mike's no fan favourite, they're quite clearly wanting him to knock the smart-mouth out of Famoso and proceed to taunt Famoso with chants of “Mike Is Gonna' Kill You” which in itself brings a sick smile to the lips of the man who just recently destroyed Rico Casteel at Mayhem. Famoso's response is simply to shout “HATERS BE LOSERS!” at the top of his voice.

Beckett: It's really nice to see that our Megastars and the fans have such great relationships with one another as displayed by the young, upstanding citizen that is Alonso Famoso, a man so wealthy that if money is the root of all evil then his bank account would surely be Hell.

Nailz: Hahaha. Look at Mike's face. He's gonna' tear this little snot-nosed punk a new butthole.

Famoso gets right up in Morrison's grill and starts yelling abuse only for the bigger Mike Morrison to cut him down to size with a headbutt. On the ground he starts two-handed strangling Famoso and cackling about it. Famoso squirms and and tries to escape out of it with only an intervening referee to act as his reprieve. Reluctantly the referee gets in the way of the ever dangerous Mike Morrison and demands he backs off.

Nailz: It's amazing to think how focused Morrison can be despite being so deranged. He's legit scary tough in that ring.

After what appears to be the Mike Morrison show for the next eight minutes with him brutally dominating the smaller man, Famoso just about manages to mount a come back with a flying dropkick that sends Morrison tumbling face first into the ring pad jerking his head back suddenly. Famoso then hits a hurricanrana and looks to go to the top rope with a rapid fire frog splash but there's nobody home as Famoso lands stomach first in the middle of the ring. Rolling around in crippling agony, Morrison locks in The Straight Jacket immediately afterwards and gets a sharp haste tap-out victory.

Stenfielder: Here is your winner by submission and advancing to Test for the Best... MIIIIIIIKE MORRISON!

Nailz: And that's it! Morrison gets a tap out victory and puts the entire locker room on notice with another vicious display. If I were through to Test for the Best I'd be very worried about the pain that Mike Morrison can inflict on people. This tournament has just gotten a lot more dangerous, that's for sure.

Becket: I'll drink to that.

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The scene cuts backstage where Chaz Dillinger is standing in the middle of the T.R.I. locker-room. As he tapes up his hands for tonight’s contest with Sally Talfourd, into the room comes a very-large, Latino male. This seems to startle Chaz, making him take a step back.

Dillinger: Marcos! How in the hell did you get back here?

Marcos walks over to Chaz, and the two embrace in a handshake.

Marcos: I got my ways. My people are all over this great state, you know?

Chaz looks at Marcos with a strange look on his face.

Marcos: The door man is my boy, I didn’t beat anybody up.

Chaz lets out a sigh of relief, before the two share a laugh.

Marcos: I just came to wish you good luck tonight, that’s all.

Dillinger: Who needs luck? This is MY tournament to win!

Marcos: You talk a big game. But all I’ve seen you do lately, is lose.

Dillinger: That’s over with, I’m refocused now. I know what I’ve got to do, and I’m going to do it. You know me! You can’t stop Chaz Dillinger! If I can’t buy it, I’ll take it. But one way or another, I’m going to own it. Just like I’m about to run through Sally Talfourd, and own this tournament.

The two shake hands once again.

Marcos: That’s what I’m talking about! By the way… After you beat her, you think you could ask her for her number?

Dillinger: And why would I do that?

Marcos: Not for you, for me.

Dillinger: Sorry, bro… But I hear that Sally might be packing a little more heat than you’d like.

Marcos: What the… What?

The two share a laugh once again as the scene fades back to ringside.

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring at this time “Quintessentially English”...JULIUS FARQUHAR!

“Land of Hope & Glory” booms and out steps Julius Farquhar, looking the dog’s bollocks in his obscenely priced tailor-made Saville Row suit.

Nailz: I have reason to believe we’re going to have a special guest at ringside for this next match.

Beckett: It’s about time Reginald did something to improve the company I keep on the commentary booth.

Julius walks down the ramp waving to the millions of fans I think he sees cheering him on, the volley of abuse directed his way deflected like a Rahul Dravid outside edge through a gap in the slips. He walks around the ring and joins Nailz and Beckett at the comms. bench.

Beckett: Mr. Farquhar, what a pleasure to have you join us on commentary.

Jules: I’ve been listening to your form and, quite frankly, it’s as useless Mark Ramprakash against an Australian bowling attack.

Nailz: What?

Beckett: Shut the Hell up Nailz, he’s talking about all sophisticated stuff. What you talking ‘bout, Jules?

Jules: Beckett, you are a haemorrhoid on the face of this product. I have already revolutionised Asylum and taken the show to new heights in terms of match ability, in-ring promos, and backstage presence; it is about time I shook things up here on commentary. Now, where is your butler? I want some tea.

“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.

Stenfelder: The following Test For The Best qualifying match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: he weighs 328lbs....MANSERVANT!

He slides under the bottom rope, spins in a circle arms outstretched, and then climbs each turnbuckle and poses for the fans.

Nailz: Speaking of employees – how does it feel it see one of your own competing in the ring?

Beckett: I’m sure he feels like a proud father watching his son graduate.

Jules: As a matter of fact it makes me want to vomit all over this £10,000 suit when I think of how this scoundrel stabbed me in the back.

"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: His opponent: from The Bronx, NY; he weighs 265lbs; he is ‘The Survivor’....JOHNNY KNUCKLES!

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

Nailz: It’s a battle of two serious heavyweights in this one; Knuckles hoping to stake another claim for Jason Kash’s World Heavyweight Title.

Julius: Much like the England cricket selector’s in the 1990s, the APW management keep putting a man in the main event who keeps getting out when it matters most.

Nailz: I don’t follow you, Julius.

Jules: I don’t suppose you do: I’m saying he’s made a career out of being a perennial loser.

Test For The Best Qualifying Match
Johnny Knuckles vs. Manservant

The bell sounds and Manservant rushes Knuckles, but ‘The Survivor’ ducks out of the way with a forward roll. Knuckles jumps to his feet and taunts Manservant by trying (badly) to impersonate the ‘Ali Shuffle’. Manservant runs in and swings a big, clumsy arm, but Knuckles ducks underneath and then starts to throw in some jabs to the face of his cumbersome opponent. The jabs have barely any impact on Manservant and after about four of them he shows great reflexes to catch Knuckles jabbing hand and squeeze with his big ham-sized hand. Knuckles drops to one knee and winces in pain as Manservant steadily increases the pressure on his hand.

Nailz: Physically, this Manservant has to be one of the most intimidating members of the Asylum roster.

Julius: He’s not nearly as intimidating when compared to a sophisticated man of culture like myself.

Beckett: I’m curious Jules, why does he wear the mask?

Julius: Probably because he realised one day he was the only man in this world uglier than you.

Manservant still has a grip on Knuckles fist, but ‘The Survivor’ shows his, er, survival skills by punching Manservant repeatedly in the stomach with his free hand. This doesn’t work so Knuckles turns to kicking him in the shins, like a child does a big bully, and this time Manservant hobbles away clutching his leg. Knuckles wastes no time running Manservant down with a clothesline. Knuckles lifts Manservant, drags him to the centre of the ring and connects with The Last Breath (Rolling Cutter). Knuckles covers Manservant...

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Nailz: There it is – a straightforward win for Johnny Knuckles who moves on to the next round of T4TB. What did you think of that performance from Manservant, Julius?

Julius: Like a referendum on Scottish independence, it was a pathetic token effort in the name of a pathetic cause.

Beckett: I couldn’t have said it better myself. What’s Scottish independence?

Knuckles is celebrating in the ring as he moves one step closer to another shot at Jason Kash. Manservant is still lying in the ring, his latest attempt to establish himself as a wrestler turning out a total failure.

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Backstage. Julius is walking the corridors when he is confronted by Dr. Mike Weazel, accompanied by a dejected looking Manservant.

Dr. Weazel: Satisfied now?

Julius: One is always satisfied when one is as quintessentially English as I am.

Dr. Weazel: I’m talking about Manservant.

Julius: What on Earth is it about him that I need to be satisfied about?

Dr. Weazel: How about the fact he was beaten tonight in the Test For The Best tournament?

Julius smiles, then his face turns serious.

Julius: Actually I am embarrassed. I am embarrassed that this useless pile of horse manure has been associated with my name. I am furious that the corrupt powers around here saw fit to do me an injustice and give what was rightfully mine to this moron so that he could so wantonly waste it.

Dr. Weazel: Here is what I know: you are jealous of Manservant, you always have been. You didn’t want him to win tonight because it would prove he is better than you. You did nothing for him, and you did it deliberately.

Julius: Don’t be ridiculous. I was under orders not to do anything that would prejudice the match against Manservant.

Dr. Weazel: Exactly, but there was nothing in that stipulation about you not being able to offer Manservant some ‘encouragement’.

Julius: Encouragement? The only encouragement I would offer this buffoon would be to shoot himself and give himself up for compost; at least then as rotting carcass he would serve some purpose.

Dr. Weazel: You are a sick and twisted individual, Julius Farquhar, and I will not rest until the whole world sees and knows that you are not of the same calibre of Manservant.

Julius: I know the fans consist of brainless vats of decaying matter, but they are not that ridiculous.

Dr. Weazel: We challenge you to a match...in two weeks....you versus Manservant.

Julius laughs and looks at Manservant.

Julius: Wrestle him? Last time I checked I only fought professional wrestlers, real athletes, not some overgrown spastic child in a Spiderman costume.

Julius chuckles.

Julius: No, in two weeks I will be proving to Reginald Schmidt and the whole of Asylum why I should be given a place in the Test For The Best Finals.

Julius pushes his way through Dr. Weazel and Manservant and walks off. Weazel is a picture of anger as the scene fades.

"Where Eagles Dare" by the Misfits blasts through the PA system as Warren Peace come strutting down the aisle. He slides underneath the bottom rope and perches in the opposite corner waiting for his opponent.

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a qualifying match for Test For The Best! Introducing first…hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and weighing in at two hundred pounds…Waaaarrrreeeeennnn Peeeeaaacccceee!!!

"Like A Boss" hits the arena's speakers and the crowd instantly pops with excitement. Just a few moments later Sykes comes out from behind the curtain with a big ol' grin on his face. At the sight of him the crowd's cheers only got louder. About that time Sykes began to sprint down the ramp until reaching the ring. He leaped forward and drove through the second rope of the ring. He did a quick roll through and landed on his feet. As one would expect the crowd was pretty impressed by his little entrance. Sykes started to make his way over to one of the corners as he climbed it to the second rope. He held up one of his arms taunting to crowd a bit. Only to get a positive reaction out of them. That's when he put himself in position where he was laying all comfortable like on the ring ropes. Sykes music cuts off as he waited patiently for the match to begin.

Stenfelder: And his opponent…also hailing all the way from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds…Joooohhhnnnnyyyy Syyyykkkkeessss!!!

Nailz: Peace accused Sykes of making a mockery out of this business this past week. I don’t necessarily agree with his opinion but let’s see if Peace can teach Sykes some respect so to speak.

Beckett: Sykes is a mockery of this business. Great men like Warren Peace and Michael Callahan take this sport seriously and Sykes needs to fall in line.

Test for the Best Qualifying Match
Warren Peace vs. “The OG Pranksta” Johnny Sykes

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The bell rings and Peace immediately walks into a roundhouse kick to the face from Sykes! Peace’s small frame is tough enough to absorb the hard kick, but Sykes follows up with a kick to the midsection and winds up taking down Warren Peace with a snap DDT. Sykes climbs on top of Peace and starts hammering away at his head with rights and lefts. Trying to cover his head from the vicious offense of Sykes, Peace musters up the strength to throw Sykes off of him. Peace rolls over and is now on top of Sykes striking him with some lefts and rights of his own. Sykes, now somewhat dazed, is picked up from the mat by Warren Peace. Peace lifts him up…back body drop! Peace, now gaining composure, is up on his feet. Backing away from Johnny Sykes a bit, Peace then suddenly proceeds to move towards him and strikes him with a double knee drop to the midsection!! Sykes writhes in pain as Peace rises to his feet and simultaneously looks at his opponent and the Tempe audience in disgust.

Beckett: It looks like that will be all she wrote for Mr. Pranksta over here. Beating five nobodies in some Ball Room Brawl at Mayhem is one thing, but coming face to face with a pure talent like Warren Peace is another. It's a guarantee to expose your weakness.

Nailz: Come on Beckett, you might not like him, but you have got to give Johnny Sykes more credit than that! The man is phenomenal!! I’m not taking away from the talent of Warren Peace, but Sykes has made great strides here in APW ever since arriving just a little while ago.

Peace’s eyes start to grow bigger as the crowd he was just in repulsion over begins to cheer him on. Peace eats every bit of it up but to his imminent dismay, the crowd wasn’t cheering for him after all. They were cheering for Johnny Sykes who has now risen to his feet and snuck up behind Warren Peace. Sykes playfully taps Peace on the shoulder and as Peace slowly turns around confused, Sykes strikes him with a strong forearm to the jaw! The move causes Warren Peace’s back to once again be facing Johnny Sykes. Sykes grabs him around the waist and lifts him up…german suplex!! But Sykes doesn’t let go, and lifts him up again…another german suplex!!! But Sykes still doesn’t let go and he lifts up Warren Peace one final time…german suplex!! The crowd here in Tempe is going bananas as Johnny Sykes perfectly executes his three signature proximate german suplexes!!! Sykes picks Peace up from the mat and brings him over to the corner of the ring. He lifts up Warren Peace and places him on top of the turnbuckle in a sitting position. Johnny Sykes then begins to climb up the turnbuckle as well, makes Peace stand vertically, and places his arm around the neck of Warren Peace…SYKED OUT…NOOO!!! Warren Peace turned a little to the right in mid air and causes Johnny Sykes to land on his back!!!! Awesome reversal by Warren Peace, who quickly covers Johnny Sykes for the pin.

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Beckett: A great counter from Warren Peace, but it wasn't enough to put Sykes away!

Warren stays focused on the task at hand, pulling Sykes back up to his feet. He gives Sykes a few hard shots to the face before whipping him towards the corner. Warren rushes in, but Sykes gets out of the way just in time, causing Warren Peace to crash chest first into the turnbuckle! Sykes uses the opening to put Warren back up on the top rope, and pulls off a picture perfect SYKED OUT! He hooks both legs, 1
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Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Johnny Sykes!

“Like A Boss” begins to blast through the PA system once more as the referee raises Johnny Sykes hands in victory.

Nailz: Awesome display of athleticism by both Johnny Sykes and Warren Peace, but only one man is able to advance in the mini tournament, and that man is none other than Johnny Sykes!! He’s a fan favorite to take the whole thing. What do you think Beckett?

Beckett: Well one of my picks to win the whole thing was just defeated so I could care less about that goofball Johnny Sykes advancing.

Asylum goes to a commercial break as Warren peace heads backstage holding his neck. Johnny Sykes walks up the ramp slapping hands with numerous fans, and as he approaches the curtain, he disappears behind it after waving to the fans.

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We head backstage where Johnny Knuckles is in his locker room cooling down after his win over Manservant in the qualifying round of the Test for the Best Tournament. The long road still awaits in the coming weeks.

Knuckles, still in his ring gear just stares at the reflection in the mirror trying to convince himself that he can win it all. It’s not self doubt that runs through his mind, but realization. Nobody else in the locker room believes nor do they expect Knuckles to go all the way, especially since he was on a losing streak since Rasslemania. Even if Knuckles were able to go all the way, how would he fair against Jason Kash for a third time? Providing that Kash would retain the title.

Knuckles: 1 down, 3 more to go……..

Knuckles didn’t have time to focus on Kash at the moment. He had to keep a straight head about him if he was even going to make it out of Test for the Best in one piece. Suddenly, a noise came from the door as it crept open. It was Jason Kash, the long time rival who, once again, won at Mayhem. They stared at each other with the intensity that only rivals could, as if they were about to brawl right then and there. Kash then finally cracks a smirk.

Kash: You got lucky. You want to go again, you gotta’ beat Sally and Callahan. Two names I’m sure you’ll buckle under Knucklehead.

Knuckles: There ya’ go again, countin’ me out before the final bell. Dontcha’ got a match to lose? And when ya’ do, it won’t matter if I win this tournament or not. But JUST for the sake of argument…..I would gladly give up MY winnin’ spot for a match against ya’ ANYTIME!! I WILL beat you………

Kash: You Srrious? PFFT!! Your dumber than you look……..

Kash walks away laughing as he holds the World Heavyweight Championship around his shoulder nice and tight, mocking Knuckles. Knuckles slams his fist on the counter and storms out of his room. He heads down the hall where he finds himself in front of Anthony Bailey’s locker room. He knocks but there was no answer. Knuckles decides to leave a note when Bailey walks up from behind him.

They too stare at each other as if a brawl was going to in sue but Knuckles just takes a deep breath and throws the note away.

Knuckles: Just wanted to wish ya’ good luck kid…….

Bailey couldn’t believe it. His eyes opened up with shock like a kid getting a Christmas present for the first time. He shook his head in disbelief and continued to maintain composure.

Bailey: Uh, Thanks?

Knuckles goes to leave but Bailey stops him.

Bailey: Anything I should know?

Knuckles: Ya’, keep the pressure……….don’t let up.

Knuckles walks away leaving Bailey slightly grinning in satisfaction at the barely useful knowledge. He hoped that this might help him very shortly.

“The Takeover” starts to play on the loudspeaker as the boo's from the fans become near-deafening. Chaz Dillinger makes his way out from the back, holding onto a towel that is laid across the back of his neck. As he stands atop the ramp with a cocky smile on his face, Chaz pays no attention the fans who are trying to boo him out of the building. He casually walks down the ramp, making sure to avoid the fat, filthy hands of the APW fanbase. Once he reaches the ring, he climbs the stairs, rubs his feet on the canvas, and slowly makes his way into the ring. Once inside, he makes his way to the far right turnbuckle, where he stands on the second rope, and slowly raises his hand in the air. Chaz gets a few kicks out of the deafening boo's of the capacity crowd as he jumps down from the rope, and his music dies out.

Nailz: Chaz Dillinger has already managed to break into the title picture before, but he’s never been able to lock in that title. Perhaps a win at Test for the Best would give him the momentum to knock off the champion?

Beckett: Perhaps? Of course it will!

Nailz: Well, first he has to make it into the tournament. And his opponent tonight...well, she’s going to be doing everything she can to get in there herself!

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

Stenfelder: Making her 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.

Test for the Best Qualifying Match
Sally Talfourd vs. Chaz Dillinger

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The match begins quickly enough as both wrestlers are keen to show their skills off. They lock up, Chaz out with a hammer lock. Reversed by Sally into her own. Chaz trips the legs, gets an armbar on Sally. Sally takes some damage from it before she is able to flip up and reverse it. She has Chaz on his knees, working the shoulder over. She twists into the hold and sits down on his arm, dragging him to the mat and working that shoulder over more. Chaz gets himself free by hooking a shoulder and pull Sally to the mat for a quick pin. She kicks out at the 1. Both make their feet, Chaz rolling his shoulder over. Lock up again, Chaz with a headlock, into a standing reverse chin-lock. Works his hold into a Full Nelson, then into a suplex. Into a pin, but Sally kicks out at the 2.

Nailz: Quick action from two top-notch wrestlers here. Neither one wants to give up a shot at the Test for the Best.

Chaz pulls Sally up, but she bursts free. She comes at him with forearm smashes to the chest. All the way into the corner. She goes to whip him. Reversed, and Sally goes into the opposite corner. Chaz follows in with a clothesline. Sally ducks under, comes out behind and kick to the chin hat Chaz turns into. Chaz falls into the corner, Sally comes in with all her force and hits Chaz with her shoulder. He slumps off the ropes to his knees. Sally comes in with a sleeper. Chaz makes his feet, and starts to carry Sally to the ropes. He dumps her to the apron. Sally with more forearm smashes. With a stiff one, Chaz has to back off. Sally runs to the corner, up the turnbuckle and comes back into the ring with a cross body. She tries to roll into a pin, but Chaz scoops her over. He works his way into a leg scissors choke. Sally manages to leverage up, reverses over, and pulls Dillinger into an ankle lock. Chaz fights to remain in the match, getting to the rope eventually.

Beckett: That’s my boy! He’s not ever going to tap to the likes of Sally Talfourd!

Sally gives herself a chance to breath as Chaz gets up. The two go in again for another lock up. Wristlock from Chaz. Reversed into a hammerlock from Sally. Chaz goes down and around and comes up with a hammerlock of his own. He works her into the ropes. Sally spins round comes off the rope and has Chaz in a wristlock on his weak shoulder. He works him to his knees, then lays some kicks into his face from the position. On the third, Chaz goes sprawling onto the mat. Sally in for the pin, but Chaz is out at the 2. Sally tries to stay on Chaz, but he gets a stiff elbow to her face. Sally falls away, Chaz gets himself up and, after loosening his shoulder up again, locks her up in a Half Nelson, and then into a suplex. He pulls her back to her feet before she can do anything and hits her with a German Suplex. Then again. Then again. Tired from the third, he hooks Sally’s leg but doesn’t roll all his weight into it, and Sally is able to kick out just before the 3.

Nailz: Real close call there from Sally. Chaz’s strength advantage is coming into effect now.

Chaz, frustrated, pulls Sally back up. He gets her in a headlock. She pushes out, and comes at him with a dropkick to the knee, connect, and brings him down to the mat. This is only to buy herself some time, as she pulls herself up with the ropes. Chaz makes his feet at the same time and he gets her locked up. They work each other to the centre of the ring. Then they start going strike for strike. Chaz with punches, Sally with backhand chops. With a guttural scream, Sally lets rip with a forearm smash that sends Chaz to the ropes. She follows up with a flurry or kicks to the legs, races to the adjacent ropes herself, and comes off with a modified running bulldog. She watches as Chaz hits the mat, then locks in another armbar on his bad shoulder, really stretching it out. Chaz is on the mat in pain, but gets his foot up on the rope. Sally lets go, but once Chaz is up, goes for a leg lariat. Chaz stops it and holds Sally’s leg. He pulls her into him, and hits a gut shot on her to get her doubled over. He hooks her and tries to lift her into the Escape Plan ... but his shoulder gives out! That’s the opening Sally needs as she turns over his shoulder and locks on the COTS! She uses her weight to bring Chaz to the mat, falling into the centre of the ring. Trying his best to get to the ropes, Sally’s deadweight stops him and after some more pain, Chaz finally taps. DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Sally Talfourd[/center]

Stenfelder: Your winner for this match: Sally Talfourd!

Sally unhooks from Chaz, who rolls into himself to cradle his arms. Sally slowly climbs to her feet, dazed from the contest. The ref raises her arm, and Sally takes in all the cheers. She manages to break a smile as she climbs a turnbuckle to pose for her fans. When she hits the mat again, Chaz is half-way up. She pats him on the shoulder before she rolls out the ring and heads up the ramp - slapping hands with the fans who hang over the rails.

As Sally disappears to the back, "Smells Like Teen Spirit/Never Gonna Give You Up" hits the speakers, and APW Asylum General Manager Reginald Schmidt makes his way out onto the stage. Chaz has a disgruntled look on his face as Schmidt begins to speak.

Reginald: Don't look so blue, mister, because I think you're going to like what I have to say! Due to the double disqualification between "Old Man" Frank Cannon and Billy Pepsi in our opening match tonight, there is an open slot in the Asylum bracket in Test for the Best! So, in the interest of fairness, two weeks from tonight on the next episode of Asylum, we will be having ourselves a Second Chance Battle Royale! Chaz Dillinger, you will be facing off against Donovan Caine, Warren Peace, and Isamu Suzuki for a shot to represent Asylum in Test for the Best!

The fans cheer loudly at this announcement, and Chaz's demeanor improves a bit.

Nailz: What an announcement by our General Manager! We saw something similar happen on Overdrive this week, and just like President Jeff found a way to fix the brackets, so did Reginald Schmidt!

Reginald: Oh, I forgot to mention, this won't be any normal Battle Royale, it'll be an Asylum original, a First Blood Battle Royale!

The fans cheer even louder, as Chaz Dillinger kicks the ropes in frustration!

Nailz: A First Blood Battle Royale!? This just puts Chaz at a huge disadvantage! The T.R.I. won't stand for this, I can assure you that!

Reginald lets off a friendly wave to the crowd before exiting the arena. Asylum cuts to a commercial break.

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Stenfelder: The following is our MAIN EVENT! It is for the APW World Heavyweight Championship and is scheduled for One Fall! Introducing the challenger from Tampa, Florida! "The Promise" ANTHONYYYY BAIIILEEEYYYY!!!

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

Stenfelder: His opponent...He is the current APW World Heavyweight Champion! Please welcome to the ring, "The INFLUENCE" JAAASOOONNN KAAASSSHHH!!!!

As "Houston" begins to play with the Monday Night Football Theme and the rap beat merges in and begins to thump, pulsing the heads of fans filling the arena, Jason Kash steps out from the back as the music spills out vibrating the arena as fans get to their feet. His World Title safetly wrapped around his waist as he steps to the center of the Entrance Ramp. Kash leans forward and slaps the metal stage three quick taps and then puts his two fingers to his mouth, hits the "Air Joint" as do all his fans. Two puffs and his arms shoot up above him as the fans let out a chant of "LIGHT. IT.UP". Kash heads to the ring, touching air joints with a few fans leaning over the guard railing. He gets to ringside, takes the few steps up the Steel Stairs. He walks along the ring apron and dips down under the top rope, bouncing on the middle and enters the ring. He hits the far ropes from where he entered and leaning against them, he raises both arms and the World Championship into the air as the fans roar their cheers.

Beckett: Does Kash look nervous at all to you?

Nailz: They can't take their eyes off each other, I think these two men will go to War here tonight! Honest, but physical War!

Beckett: Kash doesn't always compete honestly. He doesn't have friends interfere but cheating isn't out of the question. He's a villain at heart!

The referee walks over to grab the World Title from Jason Kash but he steps past the Referee, stands at the center of the ring facing Bailey and raises the belt with one arm. Mouthing things to Bailey, the two begin to exchange more words with one another. The referee pulls down at Kash's arm and finally the Champion hands over his belt to start the match. Kash backs up into the padded corner and bounces off it as the ring bell sounds off, DING! DING! DING!

APW World Heavyweight Championship Match
Jason Kash (C) vs. Anthony "The Promise" Bailey

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They both step to the center of the ring, Bailey extends a hand and Kash slaps it almost like a side high five. He nods at Bailey and they begin circling each other at the center of the ring.

Bailey comes in to hook up into a Grapple. Kash front kicks the knee of Bailey as he comes in and quickly leaps, connecting the front knee kick with a jumping knee that connects with Bailey's chest. He hits the canvas and nods as he returns to his feet, Kash gives him room to return to his feet without caution. They circle again, Kash swipes out with a wild right slap hook but doesn't intend for it to land. Bailey flinches back away from it and dives in, double leg tackling Kash to the ground. Bailey slides over to Kash's side and tries to lock in an Arm Triangle Choke. Kash struggles and breaks free and they both are quick to their feet. Kash strikes with a leg kick to the outside of Bailey's leg but Bailey drops Kash with a Clothesline.

Nailz: They are picking their shots, taking things slowly. The first real mistake might be the match. Everyone in back should be watching this match.

Beckett: You are so annoying, I'd trade you for a Klondike Bar..Okay maybe a Choco Taco!

Nailz: I'd trade you for a Donkey Pun...Never mind, no I wouldn't. That's just cruel..

With Kash up again, the two lock up. Neither can get a strength advantage but Kash lifts a knee, Kash pulls and whips Bailey across the ring. Bailey hitting the ropes comes back fast, Kash leaps up going for a Crossbody but Bailey drops and hits the canvas. Both hurry to their feet and come in strong with clinched fists. Kash with a big left and Bailey with a huge right. The right connects spot on and Kash stumbles back. He comes in with another left and Bailey stumbles back. They both yet again come in with closed fists. They drop each other with traded blows. Kash pops back up as does Bailey. Anthony Bailey goes for and Spinning Elbow as Kash comes in hot and catches the Champion in the chin.

Bailey pushes himself up and foot scrapes Kash's foreheam. Kash rolls onto his stomach and gets up to his knees. Turning around on his knees, he barely sees his opponent as Anthony Bailey comes in with a brutal Savage Kick right to the head of Jason Kash. Kash in a slow motion daze, twirls around and crumbles to the canvas. The fans cheering at both the blow to the head and the match itself thus far. Bailey steps around to Kash's feet and lifts his right ankle. Bailey twists the ankle, cranking it as much as he can. Kash roars in pain as he flops around reaching for the ropes.

In a push up position, Kash tucks his shoulder and rolls, pulling Bailey forward and sending him into the ropes. He catches himself and turns around to a Jason Kash who is up on his feet. Bailey rushes in, Kash ducks a clothesline and the World Champion spins around and as Bailey turns, he is catch with a vicious "Money Shot" Spinning Elbow by Jason Kash.

Beckett: He hits that elbow with such accuracy, I think it's the only thing accurate about him but it's nice.

Nailz: You're such a negative nancy..

Beckett: I gave him a positive too!

Kash plucks Bailey off the canvas and with a hand palmed to the back of his head, Kash launches Bailey over the top rope and the challenger plummets to the ringside floors. Deciding not to take the easy way to the outside, Kash climbs up the nearby turnbuckle, facing the outside. Bailey on his back lifts his head and spots Kash way up above him on the top turnbuckle. Bailey groans and moves around, he pushes up into a situp but that's when Jason Kash comes off the top. He comes down, crashing an Elbow like clothesline into Bailey's chest. Kash bounces off his tailbone and rolls but Bailey has been impacted hard to the chest. Holding his chest with both hands, Bailey gets up in pain and tries to walk it off as he finds his breath.

Nailz: He looks like one of those Skaters who land on their nuts, jump up and try walking it off. Haha he's in pain!

Beckett: He got the wind knocked out of him. Kash continues to abuse his tailbone.

Bailey around the corner from where he was is leaned over the guard railing. Breathing and holding his chest. A few fans patting him on his back, rubbing their hands over his head and upper body. Cheering loudly, the fans are pumped and it helps Bailey get it together. Turning back towards where him and Kash were at, Jason Kash surprisingly is right there. Kash toe kicks Bailey in the gut, wraps his arms around Bailey's waist and lifts him up. Kash turns and Powerbombs Anthony Bailey across the edge of the ring apron, his body thuds and crumbles to the ring side floor. The fans "Ohhhh" but break out into thrills of cheers soon after. A group of people begin to chant "One More Time" and Kash nods and smiles.

Nailz: Oh My GAWD! His back was slammed right across the edge, that doesn't have any give.

Beckett: Uh Oh, looks like Kash might have something to add to that..

He yanks Bailey up off the floor and once again, lifts, flips, and Powerbombs Bailey across the edge of the ring apron. He clinches in pain and once again crumbles to the ringside floor. The fans are loving the Wrestling Violence without the sight of a Weapon. Kash pounds fists against his chest and then takes two big hits on the "Air Joint". Fans like mocking birds hit their own "Air Joints" and Kash screams out: "THE RING IS MY WEAPON!" The fans erupt showing their approval. Ripping Anthony Bailey from the floors, Kash rolls him into the ring. Entering the ring himself, Kash stomps down on a limp bodied Bailey.

Kash backs himself into a near corner, posting himself up to the second turnbuckle. Kash leaps off and tries landing on Bailey's face with a super Rolling Knee but Bailey moves out of the way last second. Kash rolls with the knee and is back to his feet, spinning around he rushes at Bailey who staggers to his feet. Bailey snatches Kash, and swings slams him with a Side Walk Slam. Bailey bounces off the move and flops onto his back. Both men down, the referee counts the given 10 count. Kash moves at the count of 5, Bailey at 8 and both get to their feet right before 10. Kash skips forward, kicking Bailey with a middle kick to his ribs. Kash shoves him into the turnbuckle pads at one of the corners.

Moving away from Bailey, Kash stands across the ring and begins to jog in place. The fans getting louder as he seems to jog faster in place and then he breaks into sprint. Closing the distance quickly, Kash takes off from his feet and comes crashing down into the empty corner as Anthony Bailey slides out of the way. Bailey dives behind Kash, hooks in between his legs and pulls Kash backwards into a perfectly executed School Boy. The referee drops to the mats, the crowd standing and having seen this before as the referee counts.

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Th..KICKOUT!!

Beckett: Haha! How awesome would that be to lose the same way twice AND lose the belt as well? That would tarnish things for Jason Kash!

Nailz: Woo Weee that was a close fall. Kash needs to get back into this match or it could be his last as World Champion!

Bailey in shock, wanting it so badly he could almost taste it. He drops an elbow down into Kash's face. He stands to his feet and signals that he's finishing this match. Pulling Kash to his feet, Bailey leaves Kash groggy as he rushes and hits the ropes. He springboards off the middle rope and backflips over Kash, grabbing his head in a Reverse DDT but Kash slips out. Bailey slaps against the canvas, missing his finisher. He pops back up but Kash catches him with a toe kick and hooks him in for a "Domebuster" Brainbuster. Bailey wiggles and drops down behind Kash, breaking free. They turn towards each other, Kash hard shoves Bailey in the chest. Bailey launches backwards and his back crashes into the turnbuckle pads of another corner.

Kash hurls himself into Bailey with a Body Splash and quickly lifts and props Bailey up onto the top turnbuckle. Putting both his legs outside the ropes, Kash climbs up in front of his opponent. He hooks Bailey's arm up over his head and is about to hit a Superplex. Anthony Bailey struggles and gets free, he throws an uppercut that catches Kash off guard. Bailey props himself up onto his feet and pulls Kash by the waist. Bailey lifts Kash upside down and before he loses balance, Bailey shoves off the top ropes with Kash and lands viciously into the canvas with a Diving Piledriver. Kash lands on the side of his neck and bounces off the canvas before folding onto his side. The crowd goes Bonkers!

Nailz: OH MY GOD! THAT COULD HAVE PARALYZED HIM!!!

Beckett: Would that really be a bad thing?

Both men are out of it. Kash probably more so after that career threatening Piledriver. The referee checking on Kash and Bailey just breathing hard, chest covered in a shiny sweat coating. Kash moves around after a bit, he struggles to crawl but Bailey watches him in disbelief. Anthony Bailey gets to his feet as Kash reaches the bottom ropes nearby. Looking on, Bailey allows Kash to get to his feet, leaning against the ropes to do it.

Kash looks at Bailey and pain is the only emotion in Kash's eyes. He slowly lifts a hand and waves for Bailey to give him more, to come on and fight. Bailey shakes his head and steps into the Champion's request. Kash pushes off the ropes and catches a surprised Anthony Bailey with a decent closed fist. Bailey returns the punch and Kash flops back into the ropes. Then everyone is caught off guard..

"On My Way To The Cage" begins to play throughout the Arena. Everyone including those inside the ring stop and turn towards the entrance. The video package for Former APW World Champion and one of Asylum's Original Members, James Chambers plays over the big screen. Fans are going nuts, Anthony Bailey is watching the entrance and even Jason Kash has turned, leaning against the ropes to face the entry way.

Beckett: NOW HERE IS A SURPRISE! THE ORIGINAL KING OF ASYLUM HAS RETURN!!!!

Nailz: Jason Kash has mentioned wanting Jimmy Chambers back, wanting to test himself against the Original. Chambers is answering his call, he is Returning to reclaim his Throne!!

With everyone watching the Entrance or the Video Package, nobody sees T.R.I. Members Michael Callahan and Chaz Dillinger jumping over the guard railing from the opposite side of the ring. The announcers don't even notice them slide into the ring and then they notice.

Nailz: Oh this is just dirty...So wrong! They tease everyone only to get the upper hand!!

Beckett: Dastardly but very well planned!

Michael Callahan: Come on boys! Let's show these mollies who's boss! YEAH!

Callahan roars out as Him and Dillinger clobber the two competing Champions from behind. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

No Contest[/center]

Dillinger lifting and slamming Anthony Bailey with a beautiful German Suplex. Callahan whips Jason Kash around off the ropes and connects with his "Landslide Election" Ace Crusher. Both Callahan and Dillinger stand but they are not finished. Callahan drops and locks in his "Victory Lock" onto Jason Kash. Kash goes crazy trying to break free and escape. Dillinger stomps away at Anthony Bailey, taunting him before he himself drops and locks in a Crippler Crossface on the TapOut Champion. Garbage begins to litter the ring as T.R.I. takeover the Main Event.

Nailz: This is just wrong, a perfectly good Main Event ruined at the hands of Callahan and his T.R.I. group. This is just disgusting if you ask me. Tarnishes the respect of the World Championship.

Beckett: If you ask me, Kash just lucked out. He might have been a Former Champion if not for Callahan and Dillinger. He should be thanking them if anything.

Nailz: You don't know that, he had fight in him even after that career shortening Top Rope Piledrive.

"Like A Boss" blares throughout the Arena and fans sound off with Cheers as potential "Pro-Life" Contender, Johnny Sykes comes out from the back. He carries with him a steel chair as he flies down to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope as Callahan and Dillinger quickly evade Sykes and leave the ring. Sykes lifts the chair up before dropping it and making the belt motion at his waist towards Callahan.

Beckett: Sykes doesn't want any of Michael Callahan, this is a match he will regret pushing for.

Nailz: He just came to the rescue of both Jason Kash and Anthony Bailey, Johnny Sykes is showing he does not approve of how T.R.I. run their operations. That will be a classic showdown! Question is now, what happens with Kash versus Bailey?

Beckett: Who knows but we're out of time, we will you see next time! Up next, reruns of some cooking show...Goodnight Folks!

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Quick Results

Billy Pepsi vs. "Old Man" Frank Cannon- Double Count Out
Gubayama Takagi def. Isamu Suzuki
Michael Callahan def. Matt Matlock
Phil Atken def. Donovan Caine
Mike Morrison def. Alonso Famoso
Johnny Knuckles def. Manservant
Johnny Sykes def. Warren Peace
Sally Talfourd def. Chaz Dillinger
Jason Kash vs. Anthony Bailey- No Contest due to interference from the T.R.I.