Asylum 7/15-Salt Lake City, Utah

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“Bad Karma,” by Ida Maria, plays over the loudspeakers as APW Sunday Night Asylum hits the air! Fireworks blast from the stage, which has the Action Tron resting above padded walls, and flickering lights. The fans are on their feet as the camera pans the crowd! Several signs saying “NEW CHAMP!” are shown on camera, as well as one that says “PROMISE FULFILLED!” There's a fan in the front with an English flag, hooting and hollering about how great Julius Farquhar is, while some nearby fans hold up green letters that spell out “KASH.” There's a father with his two little girls, both who have signs for Sally Talfourd.

Nailz: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to APW Asylum on the Food Network! I'm Russ T. Nailz, alongside my broadcast partner, Steve Beckett! We are just one week removed from our annual Test for the Best pay per view, where we crowned a new APW World Heavyweight Champion, Anthony Bailey!

Beckett: Bailey defeated the former champ Jason Kash in the first ever Lumberjack Match in APW history in a match that many are calling the match of the night! They put each other through hell, but in the end, Bailey came out as champion!

Nailz: And let's not forget after the match, how Anthony Bailey had Jason Kash arrested! The former champ was escorted out of the ring in handcuffs!

Beckett: That was adding insult to injury for sure! Still, that was one week ago, tonight is Asylum! And we have an action packed show scheduled for tonight from right here in Salt Lake City, Utah!

Nailz: Jason Kash will get an opportunity to earn a shot for the title he just lost, facing off against “The American Hero” Michael Callahan, “Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar, and Sally Talfourd in a Fatal Fourway Match to determine the #1 Contender for the APW World Heavyweight Championship in our Main Event tonight!

Beckett: That's going to be a huge match for sure, but for three APW Mega Stars, tonight is a special night, as three members of the APW Meltdown roster have been promoted to the Asylum! Jair Hopkins got the call up after winning his match this past Monday, and he'll be facing Asylum stalwart Mike Morrison, while Cameron Wolves and “The Soul of Philly” TJ face off against one another for the very first time in an APW ring!

Nailz: Anyone who watches Meltdown knows that these three young men can go, but how will they fare here in the Asylum!? Also tonight, Johnny Knuckles takes on Calvin Ingram in a match where both men are looking to come off of tough loses at Test for the Best, while “The Unfortunate” Phil Atken and “The OG Pranksta” Johnny Sykes face off in a match that's not only a clash of styles, but perhaps more importantly, a clash of cultures! We've got a loaded show tonight, so let's get right to it!

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. Big K.R.I.T. himself, with a wireless microphone in hand, vigorously strolls down the aisle rapping his song live. The arena lights turn blue and the fog creates a haze effect. Anthony "The Promise" Bailey, clad in a gray three piece suit and with the World Heavyweight Title draped across his shoulder, steps out from behind the curtain holding hands with his girlfriend Tasha. New Asylum signee Jair “J-Hop” Hopkins, Anthony’s mentor Frank Cavalli, and his parents Eddie and Tracy Bailey follow close behind. Anthony 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 along with his entourage. Tasha and Anthony both climb the ring steps and Anthony helps her into the ring. He and his entourage all step through the ropes and into the ring. Anthony takes the title off of his shoulder and holds it up in the air garnering more cheers. Big K.R.I.T. wraps up the song and enters the ring along with everyone else.

Anthony Bailey: Whhaattt’ss gooiiinnngg ooonnn Saaalllttt Laakkeee Ciiitttyy???!!!!

The rookie in Anthony Bailey takes in the blaring cheap pop. Little does he know that he doesn’t have to go for cheap pops, the fans already adore him enough to scream at the top of their lungs at the mere sound of his voice.

Anthony Bailey: Where do I even begin?? Well first off, I would like to thank Reginald Schmidt for even considering me as a worthy competitor for the World Title in the first place. Thank you for believing in me as a respectable representative of this brand Reginald…and to all the fans out there who never counted me out even though the odds were stacked against me, thank you. And to my family and friends…

Anthony turns to face his entourage.

Anthony Bailey: Frank, you prepped me for this very moment down in FAWA. Thank you for being extra hard on me and compelling me to become the best wrestler I could possibly be. Mom, dad, even though things didn’t work out between you two, thank you for laying aside your differences with one another to raise me right. Having both parents actively involved in my life growing up helped me out a great deal. Tasha, love, thank you for sticking by my side and being there before all of the accolades, the fame, and the titles started rolling my way. I cannot wait for you to become the mother of my children one day.

Blushing, a huge smile comes across Tasha’s face.

Anthony Bailey: J-Hop, my man, you remind me a lot of myself and if we both continue on this path towards greatness, we’ll accomplish things neither of us could have ever imagined. And K.R.I.T., thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule promoting your new album to join me in celebrating this extremely special moment…

Anthony’s humble demeanor is as evident as a starry night as he uses the time meant to be centered on him for the ones closest to him.

Anthony Bailey: Last Sunday night in Chicago at Test For The Best, my life changed forever and my childhood dream came true. It seemed like only yesterday when my father Eddie took me to my first live wrestling match and I thought to myself “I will be just like the man in that ring someday” and here I am. After the grievous Lumberjack match between Jason Kash and I, I was so overwhelmed and excited. And I still am very much both of those things. In only seven months of me being here, I have captured the most tremendous prize on this entire brand. I could not have done it without any of you. Before I reaped the title of “Golden Boy,” I was known as The Promise. And even though I am not a perfect man, I promise to be the best World Champion that I can be and I promise to take this brand and this company to a whole new level. I’d also like to thank…

Suddenly, cutting off the words of the newly crowned World Champion, in slightly-comprehensible death metal growling, the PA system resonates.

"FUCKING BOW DOWN!"

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Upon such the rest of, "Bow Down", by Born of Osiris follows. Bailey turns his vision towards the entrance ramp. Out from atop it saunters the newly promoted, Cameron Wolves. A gallant and egotistical smirk smeared across his face. Momentarily, he stops at the top of the entrance stage. The crowd reives his sudden arrival with a mixed reaction, leaning more towards 'booing', a smaller abundance of more pretentious, "smark"-esque fans cheering. Already he is equipped with a microphone in hand, decked within the comforting confines of a black suit. He wavers his hand as the music slowly cuts out.

Cameron Wolves: “What, no thank you for yours truly? Sheesh! You'd think that just because I enigmatically helped out the superior competitor, a.k.a. your opposition in Jason Kash, that I... don't like you? Ahaha... well, that's accurate, but nonetheless!”

Emitting a small laugh, Cameron begins to leisurely walk down the ramp, heading towards the ring, where Bailey presently stands. The crowd is meeting his verbal gestures in a less than positive manner.

Cameron Wolves: "But, credit should be given where it is due. You did win the World Heavyweight championship, so to that, kudos! You did it all on your own, annnnd with the help of twenty-some lumberjacks, but hey, the accolade sounds substantially impressive when you leave out that last piece of context."

By the point, Cameron has made it to the side of the ring. Lightly placing the microphone on the apron, he gracefully hops atop it, elegantly seeping through the ring ropes, and retrieving his microphone. Upon entering the ring, Cameron gets dangerously close to the much taller, Anthony Bailey.

Cameron Wolves: "Hm, you seem a tad bit confounded, Bailey? It's me, Cameron Wolves! The messiah of supreme intellectual properties, the man who has brought a sophisticate demise to every opposition placed before him, and most importantly, the man who put an end to your insistently, droning and generic babel! Let me clarify that nobody here gives a shit about your parents’ inability to maintain a marriage, or any other bits of the annoying blather that poisonously spewed out of your mouth. No, what people care about is me. And the fact that there is a REAL story that should be addressed, such as my official arrival to Asylum. Personally I don't think there could be better timing. Just as a hack-job simian, as yourself, is proclaimed the king of the brand, the knight in shining armour arrives to dethrone you."

As the words finish echoing from the arena, it is met with an oddly familiar reaction, this time, filled with more booing than before. Cameron's egotistical facial tendencies remain in-tact. He simply turns to the camera and shrugs, before turning his attention entirely back on Bailey.

Cameron Wolves: "But hey, perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself. Maybe I can't get a shot at the World Title...yet. But that doesn't mean I still can't kick your ass..."

Sally Talfourd: You really are getting ahead of yourself, dear. You can't get a shot at his title and you definitely can't kick his ass.

The much anticipated voice cuts through the conversation and suddenly everyone's attention flies up to the stage. There, the wondrous Sally Talfourd has made her way out and starts to wander down to the ring. Wolves, unhappy with the situation, starts to trade words with Bailey away from the mic. Bailey shrugs his shoulders as he proceeds to welcome Sally into the ring. Some quick waves to the fans, and then she starts to walk over to Bailey's side.

Sally Talfourd: So this is the famous Cameron Wolves all those Meltdown fans have been talking about? I'm so glad you came down here to remind us all, you know, who you are and why you're here. Otherwise Bailey wouldn't be the only confused megastar in this ring. So you've come over from Meltdown? I'm glad they sent their champion over here - it means that they have sent the best, right?

Anthony Bailey: Uhhh, Cameron wasn't a champion on Meltdown. I think you're thinking of the Envi guy?

Sally Talfourd: Oh, my bad. But they did send the best right? I mean, he was the number one contender, right?

Anthony Bailey: Nope.

Sally Talfourd: Was he in Test for the Best? I mean surely Asylum deserves Meltdown's representative to the biggest tournament of the year?

Anthony Bailey: Nope, again.

Sally stops herself before she can say anything. After speaking all this to Bailey, she quickly turns to Wolves with a puzzled look on her face.

Sally Talfourd: So why are you here again?

Cameron Wolves: I'll tell you why I'm here ...

Sally Talfourd: No please, don't. I don't think my brain could handle any more.

The crowd is all laughs as Sally whispers something into Bailey's ear. He starts to laugh too, as Sally turns all innocently back to Cameron - a man who looks like he's ready to throw down with both of them.

Sally Talfourd: Cameron, I'll pay you some respect. You have a lot of guts to be coming out here and running down our champion. Not just the company's champion, but a champion for the fans, right? *The fans are all cheers and screams* That's right. This man, right now, is the best in the company. And he's a guy you could ... and should ... learn from. He's paid his dues, he's earned his place, and now he's won his title. This is how you do it, Wolves.

Sally takes a step away from Bailey, leaving him behind as she gets closer to Cameron.

Sally Talfourd: And if you want to come down here and threaten to kick the ass of the champion of this brand, then ... well ... I think there's going to be some people that have a problem with that. People like me. People who are going to make sure you don't lay a hand on him or his belt until you've proved yourself. So, Cameron, welcome to Asylum .... and enjoy the view from below. Because here, you've got a lot of proven to do. Tonight, four of the best talents that this show has is vying for a shot at this man's title. *Sally pats Bailey on the shoulder* And if you think you deserve anything more than us four, then you're sorely mistaken.

Whipped up into a frenzy by the imagination capturing words of Sally Talfourd, everyone is comfortable with her assertion of things and that Wolves has been rightfully put back in his place. On this night though one man takes occasion with the strong words of The Last Magician. Not just any man but a man who believes himself to be a representative of the people. Crashing this little party as he makes his way out onto the entrance ramp in a grey three-piece suit with a matching silver tie is our very own “American Hero” by Michael Callahan and while Wolves received a mixed reaction to his arrival, the roaring disapproval voiced by the Asylum fan is a visage of his footsteps into a very hostile lions den. With his trademark scowl and unimpressed look in his eyes, the outspoken Callahan voices his criticisms whether they like it or not.

Michael Callahan: EXCUSE me? EXCUSE me? How dare you Sally Talfourd? How very gosh darn dare you. You have the cheek... the nerve... the bare-faced audacity to come out here and LIE to all these people by saying that Anthony Bailey is the best in the company? By saying that your claim to a title shot is more valid than anyone elses? How very dare you. I don't know if way back in Mayhem when I became the first person in APW history to choke your cute little self unconscious you suffered brain damage or memory loss but it just so happens that it's ME, Michael Callahan who is the best not just in the brand but in the industry. And as for your joke of a claim to being worthy of a title shot?

Scoffing, Callahan's bitter tirade doesn't ring well with Sally Talfourd who folds her arms defensively and glares sharpened daggers into the mouthy Republican. Wolves is non-phased by Callahan's words but Anthony looks concerned because he's unsure where Callahan is going with it.

Michael Callahan: Get real. The only reason you're even remotely considered in contention for this title is because of your glory days when you were Undisputed Champion for like a month and a half. Who have you honestly beaten? Okay I'll give the devil her dues, you got further than me in Test for the Best but you sure as Hell didn't bring back the glory for Asylum did you? You slipped up at the last hurdle to Terry Marvin just like I did. What me and Terry have in common is is that I beat you too. Now I'm all for hazing the new bloods and making sure they learn respect the same way I did when I got here back in January but for YOU of all people to look down your nose at Cameron Wolves as if you're Queen Bee here on Asylum? It's positively nauseating. You're a complete joke. I've beat you like the dog you are at Mayhem and tonight? I'm going to relish in that sweet, sweet feeling of doing it again. On top of that? I get a side order of that bumbling English cretin Julius “Love Actually” Farquhar and that god-awful Jason Kash.

Universal booing erupts in response to his thorough,cutting analysis of Sally coupled with his mentions of Farquhar and Kash. Fiery, Callahan draws to the cusp of his tirade as he unleashes a verbal payload of disillusioned right-wing zeal.

”None of you pay me the dues that I deserve. I made you second guess yourself for a month, crippled by self-doubt because YOU just couldn't accept that you got outdone on the night. I had to have cheated, I had to have done something underhanded. No way could this hungry young blood overcome the legacy of Sally Talfourd right? Well there's no trickery about it, Miss Magician. The big reveal here is that your own arrogance was my ace card. Your skyscraping levels of self-worth piled so much weight on your already heavy, heavy body that beating you was a piece of cake. Now whether you'll admit it or not, I'm inside your head and self doubt will now be your deepest striking foe. And as for you Anthony? Golden Boy? I made you the man you are. I gave you your little nickname. I created it. ME. I pushed you in the right direction for success and my interference at the pay-per-view helped you come out with that belt. You owe everything you have here to me and you'd be NOTHING without me so show a little damn respect.“

Callahan like a baby symbolically throws the microphone down and decides to walk backstage before anyone else can get a word in as “Paint It Black” plays over to accompany his sharp departure. He takes one step through the ropes before he's cut off.

#SIMPLY F'N PUT

The crowd erupts as "Simply Put" Johnny Rebel's voice comes over the sound system and the former Overdrive and Tag-Team champion comes bursting through the entrance ramp and eventually makes his way down to the ring.

Nailz: What in the world is he doing here?

Beckett: I don't know but this segment just got interesting!

Rebel grabs a microphone from Stenfelder and walks to the middle of the ring.

Rebel: So, this is Asylum? Listening to the four of you whine back and forth between each other? I haven't had the pleasure of introducing myself to the lot of you. My name is "Simply Put" Johnny Rebel and I'm about to tip the scales of power of Asylum! Last week at Test for the Best, things didn't exactly go my way. I was ready to hang up my boots for good and I was prepared to come out here tonight and announce my retirement from professional wrestling.

The crowd approves of Rebel's announcement as Sally Talfourd leads them in a round of applause.

Rebel: But as I was sitting back in the locker room, I realized something...and that was somebody needed to save Asylum from the mindless drivel that these moutbreathers are subjected to listen to each week! Anthony Bailey as their World Heavyweight champion? I'd rather watch paint dry! Sally Talfourd? Please. She went out of style faster than a pair of jorts and a wifebeater. Michael Callahan? He's a few cheeseburgers short of being a carbon-copy of Terry Marvin. I'd even insult Cameron Wolves, if I had any idea of who he was. Consider me to be some sort of missionary that's on loan from Overdrive to come clean this place up. The entire roster is on notice...Johnny Rebel is officially a member of the Asylum roster!

Rebel drops the microphone as all five members in the ring begin to tense up. The tension is to an absolute boiling point as “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!



Reginald has a mic in hand, and he begins to talk as he hurriedly makes his way down the ramp towards the ring!

Reginald: Now just hold it right there, misters and misses!

He stumbles up the steps as he tries to get in the ring in a hurry. The fans are laughing at his clumsiness as he trips over the bottom rope as he enters the ring, falling flat on his face! Sally chuckles a bit, while Callahan and Wolves roll their eyes. Reginald's face is as red as a tomato as he pulls himself up and dusts himself up.

Reginald: Now before any of you come to blows, let me remind you all that two of you are participating in our huge main event tonight, and one of you, Bailey, has a vested interest in the outcome of that match! The being said, I can feel the inherent tension in this very ring right now, and know that all it would take is the smallest of sparks to blow this powder keg sky high! Well, to try and diffuse this situation, let me assure all of you that you'll get your chance to crack each others skulls in two weeks time, because on the July 29th episode of APW Asylum on the Food Network, we will be having ourselves a Tag Team Main Event, where APW Pro-Life Champion Michael Callahan will team with Cameron Wolves to face off against the team of Sally Talfourd and Anthony Bailey with Johnny Rebel as the special guest referee! You want to make an impact in the Asylum, Johnny, well, I'm giving you that chance in two weeks! But for now, I need all of you to clear out of my ring, so we can get to our first match of the evening!

All the wrestlers begin to make their way out of the ring, except for Johnny Rebel, who just stands there, glaring at Reginald.

Reginald: Don't make me ask you to leave this ring again, Mister! You won't like if I have to force you to leave this ring!

Rebel: Make me.

Everyone else stops in their tracks at ringside, looking back up at the brewing tension between Johnny Rebel and Reginald Schmidt.

Reginald: Why are you making this difficult, Johnny?

Rebel: If you didn't notice, Reginald, my name is Johnny Rebel, emphasis on Rebel. Now if you want me to leave this ring, you'd better give me a more compelling reason than because you said so.

Reginald looks flustered, while Johnny Rebel just continues to act as cool as a cucumber. After a few tense moments, Reginald finally responds.

Reginald: I didn't want to have to do this, Johnny. I was trying to save this as a surprise for later in the show, but you've given me no choice!



The theme to “Spiderman” from the 1960s hits the speakers as Reginald Schmidt begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing an ill-fitting Spiderman costume! The crowd is filled with laughter as he struggles to remove his shirt, but as he's doing so, Rebel just decks him right on the chin, sending Reginald to the mat in a heap!

Nailz: Oh my goodness! Johnny Rebel just knocked General Manager Reginald Schmidt out!

Beckett: That's one way to make an impact on Asylum right away!

Johnny looks down at Reginald, smirking a bit before finally exiting the ring. Bailey, Hopkins and Sally all slide back into the ring to check on Reginald, while Wolves and Callahan clap for Rebel.

Nailz: What an explosive start to APW Asylum! We'll be right back with our first match after these commercial messages!

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As the show comes back on over looking the Energy Solutions arena as the fans are all going nuts. Fireworks go off as the crowd roars and confetti starts to drop out of the ceiling. A huge banner falls from the top over the ring that reads, “HAPPY 100TH!” as the crowd continues to cheer in excitement.

Nailz: Seems to be a few extra fireworks going off tonight, and what's with the banner?

Beckett: Who cares! Listen to this crowd, they're going absolutely nuts!!

The titantron cuts on cutting off the commentary as Johnny Knuckles and his new camera guy are in the backstage area celebrating. More banners are hung that read, “HAPPY 100TH!” as balloons are scattered all over the place and a buffet of food sits in the backround. He even hired strippers to dance around. Knuckles jumps around all excited as Shaun just looks at him shaking his head. He encourages the staff around to eat the buffet as well as the wrestlers passing by.

Knuckles: This is great isn't it? The food, the excitement in the air, this truly is a great day.

Shaun: I seriously can't believe you went ahead with all this.

Knuckles: What's wrong?

Shaun: You really don't seriously see what's wrong?

Knuckles: Should I? This is an amazing milestone. How many wrestlers can honestly say they made it this far?

Shaun: I would think very very few.

Knuckles: SEE! Do ya' understand how important this is?

Just then, Jason Andrews walks in the backround and heads for the buffet table.

Knuckles: BACON!! glad ya' came man.

Bacon: You kidding me? I never miss free food!! Oh, congrats by the way I guess.

Bacon goes back to stuffing his face as Jason Kash walks by and sees the celebration.

Knuckles: Kash! Glad yous' could make it.

Kash: Please tell me you didn't.

Knuckles: Didn't what? This is a HAPPY occasion. There's strippers, there's food, good friends. Good times man.

Kash: You're an idiot!

Kash smacks Knuckles in the back of the head.

Kash: Well, waste not; want not....

Kash starts enjoying the spread at the buffet table as Sally Talfourd walks by.

Knuckles: SALLY!! The woman who made this all possible! Thanks for comin' beautiful. Interest ya' in some food?

Sally looks around and shakes her head at Knuckles in disbelief. She grabs a strawberry from the buffet,pops it in her mouth and walks off.

Shaun: Do you not see how stupid this is?

Knuckles: But this is a HUGE milestone.

Shaun: John, NOBODY CELEBRATES THEIR 100TH LOSS!!

Knuckles: Why not?

Shaun: Who the hell celebrates a loss?

Knuckles: First off, its a huge deal and not only that, it was Sally who put her sweet smelling sweaty arms around me to make this all possible......

Shaun: Yea, that doesn't sound creepy or nothing.

Knuckles: Second, It's Test For The Best! Its not whether I won or lost, but how I walk away from it all. THIS is how I choose to walk away from Test For The Best. Not as a failure, but as a man who broke a boundary and stood out on top.....is that wrong?

Shaun: YES!! Yes it is. I suppose there's a positive in all this negativity. The strippers paid for? I can do whatever I want?

Knuckles: Well, they won't punch you....

Shaun: Huh.....that's oddly specific.

Just then, Phil Atken walks over and smack Knuckles across the face.

Knuckles: What the fuck!?

Atken: This is low, even for you.

Knuckles: NOTHING IS TOO LOW FOR ME!!

Atken: Obviously. I can't believe I lost to a buffoon. It should be ME as the number one contender, not Johnny “Clown Shoes” Knucklehead. How pathetic.

Knuckles goes to knock Atken on his ass as Shaun grabs him and holds him back. Atken laughs and walks away.

Shaun: It's not worth it, save it for Ingram.

Knuckles fixes himself and and cracks open a Donkey Punch in preparation for his match as the scene cuts back to ringside. Ring Crew are trying feverishly to sweep the confetti out of the ring as the bell sounds.

Nailz: And we kick off tonight’s festivities with one hell of an opener. Johnny Knuckles and Calvin Ingram both left Test for the Best empty handed and you have to believe they're looking to get some eyeballs back their way here tonight.

Beckett: Ingram has had a tough time as of late, he's still looking for that one win since he claimed independence from APW, he was hoping he'd find that against Michael Callahan but it wasn't to be. Knuckles though? You know that loon is out for blood after losing to Sally Talfourd.

Nailz: A lot of pride on the line so let's hand it over to Stenfelder for the introductions.

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...

"Under and Over It" by Five Finger Death Punch plays. After a few seconds, Knuckles darts out and heads to the left side of the stage taunting the crowd as they cheer, he runs to the right side of the stage and gets the same reaction. He goes to the top of the ramp and stares at the crowd. He grins, shakes his head and storms down to the ring.

Stenfelder: Making his was to the ring at this time, he hails from The Bronx in New York... JOHNNNNNY KNUUUUUUUUUCKLES!

Nailz: A huge burst of energy from Knuckles, something we've seen from him in recent weeks. It seems like the more he loses, the more energetic he becomes.

Beckett: He best be careful, he doesn't want to tire himself out before the match even begins.

He runs over to the middle rope in the back corner and gets the crowd roaring, then he takes off his silk shirt, Italian hat and gold chains and hops around in the corner with a stern focused look ready to attack.

Stenfelder: And his opponent...

The lights dim, and everyone directs their attention to the stage. The beginning bass line of "Digital bath" by The Deftones plays. Smoke begins forming in the center of the stage as some fans cheer for the man about to come out, others booing. The smoke gets heavier and heavier, until suddenly the pounding guitars kick in along with two huge blasts of golden pyrotechnics. Calvin Ingram emerges from the smoke pointing to the crowd and mouthing things. He walks to both sides of the stage, pointing and such, until returning to the center and jogging down the ramp as the lyrics are playing. He is wearing an expensive white linen hoodie sweat shirt clapping his hands as he points from a distance at someone in the crowd holding up a sign that says “Calvin Ingram: Recruit Me”. He gets into the face of another fan in his mid-thirties and out of shape who shouted obscenities towards him. He smirks before hurling a glob of spit into the fans face before motioning for him to come over the guard rail until Security hold him back. Ingram then laughs before slowly stalking towards the ring with an evil smirk upon his face slowly whipping his hair for the ladies in attendance.

Nailz: You know, I honestly believe that Calvin Ingram has become LESS stable now that he's removed the face paint.

Beckett: Normally I'd argue that it was merely mind games but there's something about this whack job that makes me believe that deep down, this is who he is. And that my friend, that is terrifying.

Stenfelder: He hails from Edinburgh, Scotland, weighing in at 210 pounds, CALVIN INGRAM!

He slides into the ring and stays on one-knee. He stares at the canvas of the ring. In sync with the chorus kicking in, he raises both his arms up, still staring at the canvas. His mind in sort of a trance eyes widened with bewilderment searching the canvas in search of something lost.

Johnny Knuckles vs. Calvin Ingram

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The match begins with the larger Knuckles using his size and height to the best of his abilities. The two men hook up and Knuckles drive Ingram towards to ropes with relative ease. He is quick to back off but instead of giving Ingram any kind of breathing room, Knuckles begins to slug away, driving a few stiff punches to the jaw of Ingram. Ingram staggers around the ring trying to regain some semblance of ring awareness, he swings wildly around to defend himself but Knuckles dodges his punches with ease. Ingram end up swinging so hard he does a full 360 and as he turns to face Knuckles again he is met with a stiff headbutt that sends him down to the mat. Knuckles goes to mount Ingram to continue his assault but as he goes down Ingram manages to grab his arm and flip him down to the mat. Ingram keeps hold of the arm, trying to lock Knuckles in an armbar but Knuckles easily breaks free with a few elbows to the temple of Ingram. Knuckles scrambles back up to his feet, as Ingram uses to ropes to do the same.

Nailz: Knuckles is dropping some bombs right out of the gate, he wants to big mo coming out of this match and he's going to get it if Ingram doesn't think of something fast.

Beckett: Moves like that armbar are exactly what Ingram needs to do. You can't brawl with Knuckles, that his domain, Ingram needs to keep this one a technical affair if he wants to stay in the game.

Ingram rushes towards the Knuckles, looking for a clothesline but Knuckles manages to duck out of the way. Ingram stops in his track and turns to face Knuckles, Knuckles uses the momentum from Ingram and tosses him into the ropes. As Ingram rebounds towards Knuckles, Knuckles drops his head, looking for a back drop but it isn't to be as Ingram boots Knuckles right in the face. Ingram grabs hold of Knuckles and forces him into the corner, he gives Knuckles a few hard chops to the man's bare chest but these serve as nothing more than firing up Knuckles. After Ingram's third chop, Knuckles over powers Ingram and slams him head first into the turnbuckles. Ingram staggers backwards and Knuckles rushes towards him, Ingram has enough awareness in his mental faculties however and turns this into a power slam, driving Knuckles into the mat. Ingram is quick to follow this up, grabbing Knuckles by the hair and pulling him to his feet, as soon as he does Knuckles in sent back crashing to the mat with a snap suplex. Ingram is looking to continue his assault when he gets put off by a rather large uproar from the crowd. Ingram turns his attention towards the ramp and is bewildered to see Phil Atken making his way out from the back with an Atken's Asylum branded microphone in his hand. Phil jogs towards the ring and is closely followed behind by his Head of Security, Hank.

Nailz: Now what the hell is this?! This isn't his match, this damn well isn't his little interview show. He has no business out here!

Beckett: Phil Atken has been on the record saying he was embarrassed and humiliated by Knuckles at the last Asylum show. He obviously hasn't managed to let go. Knuckles best be careful, Atken has bad intentions on his mind, I can see it in his eyes.

Nailz: It was payback! Atken ambushed Knuckles and got everything that was coming to him in that match!


Ingram continues to look on as Atken makes his way to ringside, not entirely sure why he's there or what he's doing. Atken signals for Ingram to pull Knuckles up and restrain him, Ingram looks around and notices that Hank has jumped up on the apron, distracting the referee in the process. With a complete feeling of distrust he still dutifully restrains Knuckles for Atken. At this point the crowd is roaring in complete and utter disapproval. Atken looks at his microphone and measures it up against Knuckles skull. He rushes towards Knuckles but Knuckles manages to slip out of Ingram's clutches and Atken drills the microphone right into Ingram's skull. Ingram crumbles to the mat as Atken looks completely shell-shocked. Atken is quick to bail out of the ring as Knuckles drops down for the cover on Ingram. The referee breaks away from Hank and sees the cover, dropping down for the count.

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Stenfelder: Here is your winner by pinfall, JOHNNNY KNUUUUUUUUCKLES!

Nailz: Knuckles does it! I'm sure it's not the way he'd have liked to pin up the win but that's very much thanks to the now pale faced Atken who is slowly backing up the ramp.

Beckett: Knuckles showed some real smarts there which is unusual for him. Sure, the record books will show he won this match but it's a tainted win and you can bet Calvin Ingram will not be happy about that.

Nailz: It's not Knuckles fault that egotist tried to crack his skull with a personally branded microphone! I'd hardly call this tainted for Knuckles, Ingram was complicit in Atken's plot!

Knuckles throws his hands up in victory, glaring down Phil Atken as he does so. Atken mouths off at Knuckles in the ring, warning him that this isn't the last of this but Knuckles simply laughs it off and jumps up on a turnbuckle to taunt him, waving Atken's microphone around as a way to taunt him. Atken rushes towards the ring to try and reclaim the mic but Knuckles throws at it him, hitting him right in the gut. Atken doubles over in pain as Knuckles continues to laugh at him. Ingram remains out cold on the mat as the referee tends to him.

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Nailz: Well fans, we get to take a little break right now as we hand it over to... for lack of a better term... our �broadcast partner� Phil Atken and another edition of Atken's Asylum! I'm amazed he still has this show the way he's been acting tonight.

Beckett: The way things are going for Phil, this is going to be his only source of income soon enough. Be nice to him!

The cameras cut over to the side of the entrance way where once again the Atken's Asylum set is in full swing. As always, standing next to Phil's dear old hostin' chair is his personal Chief of Security, Hank once again wearing a black t-shirt emblazoned with �HANK� on the front of it. Sitting on the table between the host and guest chairs is a small Union Flag.

The lights in the arena begin to dim and in their place, spotlights begin to fly about the arena. As the spotlights hover over the crowd, we hear the dulcet tones of Dirk Dickwood.

Dickwood: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Atken's Asylum! The Official Wrestling Chat Show of the Queen's Diamond Jubilee and the London 2012 Olympics. Please, get up off your swollen fat feet and welcome a gold medallist in life itself, the host of this little soiree, move over Michael Flatley, we have a new Lord of the Dance and he is Mr. Phil Atken!

The spotlights, as they are often found to do, join together at the top of the entrance way as �Heavyweight Champion of the World� begins to play. The curtains are pulled back and out walks a besuited Phil Atken with a little Union Flag hankie in his top pocket. Phil gives the crowd a little bit of a royal wave and a bow from the top of the entrance way, the crowd don't exactly seem overly happy with this and let it be known. Phil shrugs it off and heads over past dear old Hank and into his hosting chair. Before he sits down, he grabs the microphone sitting in front of him.

Atken: You know, it gives me great pleasure to stand here today in Salt Lake City.

The crowd give a brief cheer at the mention of their city.

Atken: Home of Mormonism and the Olympics that no one ever cares about. Don't fret though! A real show is here now! Something that can give this backward assed state something to finally be proud of. You can pass it on to your grandchildren that you were there the day that the all-conquering hero, Phil Atken, finally came to town! You will be able to pass down to the next generation that you were there when Johnny Sykes was finally put to bed. When the all conquering Phil Atken finally stopped his pranking regime!

The crowd's reaction swiftly turns in the opposite direction but Phil doesn't seem to pay much mind of their actions.

Atken: Well, welcome once again to Atken's Asylum, my little slice of this whole shebang. Now, we're just coming off the back of the big Test for the Best pay per view and may I say... more like Test for the Rest... am I right?

Suddenly the Megatron begins to flash with the words �laughter and applause� and faux-laughter begins to play over the speakers. The camera cuts to Phil laughing to himself and wiping a tear from his eye at his own �joke�. The crowds booing eventually outpaces the loudspeakers own laughter.

Atken: But seriously folks, I've got one hell of a show lined up for you tonight because I've managed to bag myself quite the guest. You see, this show would not have existed if it wasn't for my guest tonight. He put me through a great deal of pain so I could be reborn and for that I owe him my eternal gratitude. So please join me in welcome Asylum's very own Tap Out Champion...

The chorus of boos begins to get greater and greater.

Atken: ...and the next World Heavyweight Champion... JULIUS! FARQUHAR!

Elgar's "Pomp and Circumstance March no.1 in D" begins to play as out from the back walks to immaculately dress Farquhar. Atken's runs over to Farquhar in an attempt to hug him but Farquhar shrugs it off and marches over to his chair. Atken gestures for Julius to sit down, which he gladly does.

Atken: First of all Julius, I really must thank you. I'm being completely sincere, without you. Without your path of righteousness, I would have never been given my own show. I would have this big ole lug here to take care of me. It's all down to you Jules, I hope you don't mind me calling you that because that's what I'm going to do anyway.

Farquhar: You are more than welcome Philip. Every conqueror needs to leave behind a testimony, and the magnificence and the glory of the Quintessentially English Empire is testified in no louder terms that your phoenix-like rise from the ashes, or should I see tea leaves.

Julius chuckles to himself; nobody else does.

Farquhar: Yes, Mr. Phil Atken here can tell you all about the restorative power of tea, because after I threw him in to a bathtub full of it at Rasslemania he has managed to raise his importance to the cause around here above the level of a doorstop. Something he could not boast before.

Phil makes a little bit of a frowny face as he flips through his cards.

Atken: Now, obviously I have to congratulate you on the big Tap Out Title win, certainly a big win for you, tearing down that no good Anton Du Bailey and his lackluster submission talents. Now, first thing is first, how did that sexy turkey costume feel? Was it liberating?

There is some tittering going on in the crowd as Farquhar raises the microphone to his lips, he glares a hole through the nearby crowd before answering.

Farquhar: Hmmm, yes, like a typical Scotchman, you seem very proud of small and un-noteworthy victories. To answer a more important question which you did not ask, it just proved to the world that no matter what the evil mind of Reginald Schmidt can concoct to stop my march to dominance, the Quintessentially English spirit always prevails.

Again, Phil rather than respond the Farquhar flips through his pile of cards, as if he had something else on his mind.

Atken: Now of course, you've moved on beyond that horrific affair and tonight may be the biggest night in your career. Now in my estimation, you've got this one in the bag. You've beat that ragamuffin... is that the correct term?

Farquhar: Judging by his last encounter with yours truly, I would say he goes by the name 'tap dancer'.

Julius chuckles to himself again; Atken slowly shakes his head.

Atken: Well you've beat him already. Surely all you need to do now is get through this rather tough field and you've got the title in your hands.

Farquhar: Tough field it may be, but it does not require a genius to point out two crucial points. I am the only Quintessentially English wrestler, not just in the match, but in the world; second, I am not just the only wrestler in that match to have beaten Anthony Bailey, I am the only wrestler that has made him tap like Shirley Temple.

Julius smiles with self-satisfaction.

Atken: Now of course, once you win that big ole belt, you must have a challenger in mind, do you not?

Farquhar: It would take wrestler of genuine magnificence of spirit to be able to step inside the ring with a Quintessentially English World Champion.

Atken begins to tug on his shirt collar in a little sign of nervousness. He almost looks sheepish when he utters his next sentence.

Atken: Well, I mean... I think I'd make a pretty good contender.

The boos in response to this almost cause the arena to vibrate; Julius looks at Atken, but cannot suppress a laughter.

Farquhar: You?

Julius breaks into laughter again.

Farquhar: I know Scotchmen are a funny lot with all that talk of independence and national pride, but let us be serious Philip for a moment: if I ever need someone to strain my tea bag I know where I can find you.

Phil once again looks down at his cards and begins to casually flip through them. This time however, he does something different, he makes a subtle nod to his own Chief of Security. Hank is about to rush over to Julius but the Tap Out Champion has already noticed the nod.

Hank begins to stalk towards Julius and Julius tries to talk him down with the promise of the best cup of tea he'll ever have the privilege of drinking. Phil remains in his seat, enjoying the situation that has been put before him.

Nailz: You have to expect that Julius Farquhar saw this coming. It's the exact same stunt he pulled with Johnny Knuckles. This chat show is nothing more than a trap!

Beckett: Julius better find a way out of this situation, he's got to become our first Quintessentially English Number One Contender!

Julius quickly scans his surroundings as he continues to throw out all manner of tea related promises to Hank. Hank however continues to stalk towards him. Suddenly Hank sprints towards Julius, who has no other option than to hop the rails and escape through the crowd. Julius reaches Olympic-style speeds as he runs through the crowd, surviving to fight another day.

Beckett: It just goes to show you that Julius Farquhar is a lot smarter than Johnny Knuckles and that's exactly why later tonight he's going to be the next number one contender!

Nailz: That remains to be seen.

As the ring crew begins to clear the stage area, a recap video of Test for the Best plays, showing highlights from the PPV event. After about three minutes of hard hitting highlights, the show cuts back to the arena.

I'm living in the 21st century doin' something mean to it
Do it better then anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero need his theme music

The beat to “Power” by Kanye West comes in and the pulsating red and white lights continue to do so as Jair Hopkin holds his arms up in the air like a true ‘Winner’ while he makes his way down the ramp. He slap a few of the fans hands on each side. He doesn’t gain much of a pop, but there aren’t any boos heard. Jair hops his small frame up onto the edge of the apron as he rolls under the bottom rope.

Inside, he stands up, again with his arms in the air. He looks around, admiring the view as he takes it to the nearest corner turnbuckle, getting a better view before dropping down, readying for the match at hand.

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…hailing from Bronx, New York, weighing in at two hundred pounds, and making his official Asylum debut…Jaaiirr “J-Hoopp” Hoooppkkiiinnnsss!!!

“One Step Beyond” by Madness begins to play and the camera zooms onto the ramp and Mike Morrison comes out with a wide eyed look on his face. He walks down casually with a cane while dancing as if he’s performing a swing number. When he enters the ring, he throws the cane out into the crowd. Morrison sits in the corner waiting for the match to begin.

Stenfelder: And his opponent…hailing from Soho, London, England and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds…Miiikkkeee Moorrriiisssoonnn!!!

Nailz: The win by Hopkins against “Main Event” Mike Foxx on Meltdown is the reason he is here tonight. With that win and his close affiliation to the new World Champion Anthony Bailey, expectations are high for him on Asylum.

Beckett: Seriously Nailz?! Nobody even gives Bailey a second thought. He’ll be forgotten in a few short weeks and if Hopkins has any kind of common sense, he’ll stay as far away from that clown as he possibly can. Hopefully Morrison can beat some sense into him tonight. It’ll serve him well!

“Mr. Madness” Mike Morrison vs. Jair “J-Hop” Hopkins

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The bell rings and the two men lock up. Morrison’s knee collides with Hopkins’ midsection. Morrison with a hard right fist to the back of Hopkins and he follows that up with an uppercut. Grabbing the face of J-Hop, Morrison rakes his eyes. Hopkins, affected but showing no signs of relenting, responds with a quick gut kick to Morrison. Backhand chop to the neck of Morrison by Hopkins. Hopkins steps closer to Morrison…implant DDT by Hopkins! Mounting Morrison, Hopkins begins to strike him in the head with consecutive lefts and rights. Soon after, the aggressive offense of J-Hop comes to a standstill as Morrison musters up the strength to throw the smaller Hopkins off of him. Morrison rises to his feet and falls face first into Hopkins with a headbutt. Standing up again, Morrison grabs Hopkins’ legs and applies the figure four leglock. J-Hop shrieks in pain as Morrison begins to apply more and more pressure.

Beckett: J-Hop as a draft choice was such a careless mistake!! I’m going to file a complaint to Reginald about that. Look at this guy, he’s pathetic! He needs to curtain jerk a few more years on Meltdown before he’s ready to be in the ring with the big boys like Mr. Madness.

Nailz: While you’re filing your complaint, I’ll give you mind to hand to Reginald as well.

Beckett: You’re filing a complaint against J-Hop too?! Way to go Nailz! That’s what I’m talking about!!

Nailz: Well actually, my complaint wouldn’t be against J-Hop at all…it would be against you.

Beckett: Oh puh-lease Nailz! Spare me…

Scrambling for the ropes with all of his might, J-Hop reaches the bottom one just in the nick of time and Morrison reluctantly releases the hold. Morrison stands up and places his foot over the back of J-Hop's neck and begins to choke him with the very same rope that just saved him from defeat. The referee breaks up the foul move by Morrison and he drags Hopkins by his feet away from the ropes and into the middle of the ring. Morrison rolls over on top of J-Hop for the pin, hoping that the figure four and the choke was enough to put him away. The referee drops to the mat for the count.

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J-Hop almost had Morrison, but he won’t let up either! Both men are now up on their feet.

Morrison, not trying to waste any time, nails J-Hop with a forearm smash…NO! J-Hop sidesteps him…and does the OFMG!!! What a complex finishing move by Jair Hopkins!! Hopkins finishes off with a springboard moonsault foot stomp and once again covers Mike Morrison for the pin.

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Stenfelder: Jaaiirr Hoooppkkiiinnnsss!!!

“Power” begins to blast through the PA system once again as the referee raises J-Hop’s hands in victory.

Nailz: What an awesome debut from Jair Hopkins here tonight in Salt Lake City!! He swiftly took Meltdown by storm and if tonight is any indication of his future here on Asylum, I’d say he’ll be doing the same thing here as well in no time!

Beckett: If tonight is any indication of his future, J-Hop is going to need a lot more than plain luck to get him by. He can only play those cards for so long.

Asylum goes to a commercial break as Mike Morrison walks up the ramp and heads backstage. J-Hop walks up the ramp excited about the outcome of his Asylum debut and slapping hands with some of the fans. As he approaches the curtain, he disappears behind it smiling.

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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.

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 in a sparkly black and gold robe. He gets a reasonable reaction from the crowd. From behind Phil emerge his Head of Security, the one named mute Hank and his agent, manager and perhaps sole friend, Mr. Dirk Dickwood.

Dickwood: Ladies and gentleman please be upstanding once again for the master of the microphone, the man who makes Englishmen flee and the voice of all of Johnny Sykes victims. He is a true, dependable hero in this murky industry in which we work... PHIL! ATKEN!

"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 cut off as he waited patiently for his opponent to make their way on out.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, weighing in at 215 pounds, and hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Johnny Sykes!

Phil Atken vs. Johnny Sykes

Atken begins the match by holding his fists up, ready for a fight as he dances in place, showing off some impressive, yet awkward footwork. Sykes doesn't seem impressed, and he turns to the crowd, gives them a shrug, before turning and going for a huge kick to Atken's temple! Atkens dodges it by just a hair, falling on his rump, but when Sykes moves in, Atken kicks him in the shin! Atken takes advantage of Sykes' recovery by hammer Sykes with some elbows to the back of the neck, each time slowly backing off to make sure that Sykes won't retaliate! He clips Sykes' knee, and drops some elbows on him, staring down at Sykes with a wide-eyed, paranoid look!

Nailz: Johnny Sykes is so dangerously fast that he has Phil Atken worried that he'll pull a kick or flip out of nowhere!

Beckett: Phil Atken is surprisingly nimble for a man his size and I'm not making a joke there!

Atken backs up, and as Sykes gets up, Atken charges in but Sykes responds with a standing dropkick! Atken stumbles back, bouncing off the ropes and mumbles right into a snap DDT from Sykes! The nimble young man kips up, and as Atken gets up, he springboards off the ropes but Atken ducks for cover, causing Sykes to crash and burn! Atken then comes up behind Sykes, and rolls him up!

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Nailz: Atken looks a bit winded from the pace of this match-up!

Beckett: Hey, if I'm not going to be making jokes, neither will you!

Sykes lifts himself up, but falls victim to a few punches as Atken practices his oh-so-fancy footwork! He gears up for a big one, but Sykes ducks, runs against the ropes, and springboards for a reverse DDT! Atken elbows Sykes before he can pull off the move, spins, and lifts up Sykes for a spinebuster! However, the Original Prankster spins out in mid-air, lands, and takes down Atken with an enziguri! Sykes then takes to the top, and connects with the "Like a Boss" (Corkscrew SSP)!!! He takes the pin,1
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Winner: Johnny Sykes

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, "The OG Pranksta" Johnny Sykes!

"Like a Boss" blares over the speakers as Sykes gets his arm raised in victory! The fans are cheering for him, while Atken rolls out of the ring, visibly upset over the outcome of the match.

Beckett: Tonight just hasn't been Phil Atken's night! First, he was unsuccessful in his bid to cost Johnny Knuckles his match earlier, and now, he came out on the losing end of a tight contest with Johnny Sykes!

Nailz: I'll tell you what, the talent level here in the Asylum is just so deep! It seems like just about anybody on the roster can beat anybody else on any given Sunday! Great showing from Sykes here tonight!

Asylum cuts backstage to see “The Soul of Philly” TJ walking backstage, heading to the ring for his match as he is in his ring gear. He swings his arms up, down, and across his body stretching them out one last time.

: Watch yourself you vile scoundrel; some of us are trying to partake of the civilized leaf.

TJ stops and looks to his right, the source of the voice.

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ I was surprised when I didn’t get a “Welcome to Asylum” from you.

The camera pan to the source of the voice, none other than the Tap Out champion, Julius Farquhar, sipping his tea with his Tap Out championship laid across the table behind him.

Jules: I am sorry not to stand on ceremony for you, but as a champion around here I think it is you who should pay homage to me.

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Hey, remember that time you came to Meltdown that one time.

Jules: No more than I remember a bad cup of tea.

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ And you were wrestling those great athletes and then this big, good looking guy came down and challenged you and you ducked outta the ring quicker than a fox.

Jules: A fool's perspective. The way I see it you robbed Meltdown's audience of its finest moment with your brutish opportunism.

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Right. Oh, what about that time you and Bacon sandwiched my head between two chairs and you thought that would put me down. Ha, great times right.

Jules: Sometimes you have to rule the herd with the whip. Anyway, I am sure Reginald is not paying you to usurp my time in the spotlight. Some of wrestle matches around here; some of us wrestle in championship matches; some of us get to wrestle later tonight for a shot at the World Title. I suppose you too have some sort of match tonight?

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ Yea, in a few but don’t think I forgot about our Street Fight that was made a couple weeks back.

Jules: That was Diamond’s ruling. On Meltdown. This is my show and I have much bigger fish to fry.

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ And as far as I’m concerned, it will happen, one way or another.

TJ stares at Julius, who takes a sip of his tea.

Jules: I used to be a fan of fairy tales myself, but nowadays I am far too busy winning Championships. Eagles were born to soar, while the pigs roll around in their own squalor.

Julius finishes his tea and grabs his belt and walks away. TJ shakes his head and continues walking towards the ring area.

Nailz: TJ takes on Cameron Wolves after the break!

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Spade: Are you upset about not being World Champion anymore?

Backstage you can see Jack Spade standing next to Former APW World Champion, Jason Kash who is wrapping his boots and kneepads up. Preparing for the upcoming match he looks up at Spade like he has asked the worlds dumbest question.

JKash: No, it feels tremendous that I've lost the biggest prize on this show. The very thing that defines what this show and myself are all about. Losing it to someone...Enough about him right now. I'm going out there to become the Number One Contender. Failure is an option but not one I will see with my shoulders pinned to the canvas. This is a match I will not lose..

Switching to his other leg, he adjusts the kneepad as Jack Spade pulls the mic back to his own mouth for another question.

Spade: So do you feel that The Season of J.A.S.O.N. has played a part in your losing the title? Is that your excuse as to why you're no longer Champion?

Popping up to his feet, Jason Kash presses his face against Spades. He walks him back a single step before breathing in and returning to his calmed and cooled self. Kash wiggles his nose with a deep sniff and smiles showing his gapped teeth.

JKash: I'm a Champion without the World Title but it's ME who has represented and maintained the amount of Violence and key elements that this Show was built on. With that belt comes Leadership and Bailey is a follower, he'll probably take a Finger Poke of Death and hand Sally Talfourd the belt if she can beat one of the others in this match..

Spade: She's pinned you before, what if it's you she beats to..

JKash: She ain't beating me. Not unless she meets me back here tonight and beats me off, she's not pinning me inside that ring. I'll promise you that...You know what, I need to be alone right now. You can see yourself out..

Kash drops down onto the bench and continues getting prepared for his match as Jack Spade backs away and exits the locker room as the cameras cut back to ring side.

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is the APW Meltdown Call-Up Match!

Tremendously splintering double-kick pedals resonate through the arenas PA sound-system. It is abruptly followed in suit by a solo, comprehensible death metal 'growl'.

"FUCKING BOW DOWN!"

UPon such utterances, the rest of the instrumentation of "Bow Down", by Born of Osiris feverishly pours out from the arenas PA system, a minor cascading of booing is admitted from the audience in attendance. The lights dim to a slight degree, and hasty arrays of yellow, green and red flash. As the rest of the instrumentation kicks into full effect, Cameron Wolves struts onto the stage. His face mixed between that of megalomania, and a look of lividness.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 217 pounds, from Windsor, Ontario, Canada, the self-proclaimed “Grand Messiah,” Cameron Wolves!

Nailz: Cameron Wolves has all the talent in the world, but unfortunately, he has a horrible personality to go with it! This kid's going to be a star, but I don't think many of us are gonna like him because of it!

Beckett: Where you see some one who is cocky and arrogant, I see somebody who is incredibly confident! Cameron Wolves is good, and he knows it!

As he proceeds down the ramp, he 'sykes' out a couple of younger fans, extending his arm for high-fives, then instantly retracting his arm back when signs of a returned high-five seem imminent. Dashing around the ring, halfway, Wolves grasp upon he middle rope, pulling himself upon the apron, and with great haste, ascending the top turnbuckle. Upon arriving atop of the ring, Wolves fully extends both of his arms, pushing his chest slightly forward, o be met with cascading boo's, in which he indulges himself.

The lights go out and the arena is silent minus the crowd noise. Red and White light go throughout the arena as the opening cords of the song play. As the lyrics begin, TJ comes out and the lights come back on as the red lights still flash.


Stenfelder: And his opponent, weighing in at 285 pounds, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, “The Sould of Philly” TJ!

Nailz: No one would blame you for taking a look at TJ and calling him a hoss, but while TJ is indeed big and strong, he's surprisingly agile!

Beckett: He tore his way through the Meltdown ranks, and looks to do the same here on Asylum!

TJ leans back and roars and then TJ walks down to the ring and slides in the ring. He goes to the corner and throws his arms in the air and then beats his chest with one arm, drawing loud cheers from the fans! With both men in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Cameron Wolves vs. “The Soul of Philly” TJ

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The two men circle around the ring, and as they shoot in towards one another, Wolves quickly disengages, and strokes his short hair, mocking TJ! The fans boo Wolves loudly, and he sticks his arms out, soaking in the boos. TJ just shakes his head in disgust, yelling for Wolves to pay attention to him. Wolves turns right back to his opponent, and as they go to tie up again, Wolves disengages once more, taking a few steps back with a skip in his step, showboating a bit, while TJ wears a frusterated look on his face.

Nailz: Wolves is stalling in the early goings of this match. It looks like he's trying to get in the head of his opponent, but my question is, is it really the smartest idea to piss off a mountain of a man like TJ?

Beckett: In most cases, probably not, but I got a feeling that Cameron Wolves knows what he's doing!

While the fans continue to boo Cameron, he shows TJ the ultimate disrespect, turning his back on his opponent, while he flexes towards the crowd, garnering even more heat! By this point, TJ has had it, and he forcibly spins Cameron around pulling him in and hoisting him onto his shoulders! From here, TJ lifts him up with a Military Press, pressing him up and down to the delight of the fans before Slamming him hard into the mat! From here, TJ continues to hit with power move after power move, seemingly punishing Wolves for his arrogance early in the match. TJ dominates Wolves for the better part of five mintues, with Wolves getting sporadic offense in here and there, but nothing sustained, until TJ reaches down to pull his opponent up, and Wolves gives him a vicious rake across the eyes! While TJ is momentarily thrown off, Wolves throws the Funk Volume Superkick, spinning TJ around, but not knocking him down, which Wolves follows up by jumping on TJ's back and applying the Sleeper Hold! Cameron wrenches the hold hard and pulls his wait back, bringing TJ down with a Sleeper Takedown! Wolves wraps the legs around TJ's midsection, and the fans boo while the ref checks to see if TJ is out!

Nailz: This match had been all TJ, but Wolves had found a way to ground the big man! Will he be able to ride the sleeper to victory!?

Beckett: This is probably Wolves' best bet to try and win this one, as he's giving up over a foot in height and 68 pounds on his opponent in this match!

The fans are clapping in unison to try and will TJ up to his feet, and the big man responds, digging down deep to grab a hold of Cameron's legs and rip them apart from one another! He then adjusts his weight and begins to make his way up to his feet, while Cameron's eyes go wide as he tries to keep TJ down! The crowd is cheering loudly as TJ gets to his feet, giving Cameron Wolves some hard elbows to the midsection, forcing him to break the Headlock, and as TJ is up to a vertical base, he hoists Wolves right up, spins him around, and spikes his head into the mat with the P.O.D. Piledriver of Death! TJ hooks the leg as the ref counts, 1
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Winner: TJ[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall “The Soul of Philly,” TJ!

Nailz: What a victory for TJ here in his Asylum debut! He showed exactly why he was called up to the Asylum roster with that victory, while Cameron Wolves' arrogance cost him dearly!

Beckett: I think Cameron Wolves may have been perhaps too smug about the fact that he was called up to the Asylum roster that he forgot that he was facing a man like TJ in his debut! But I still see big things for Wolves, he just needs to get his focus! I think the embarassment of tonight will do just that!

TJ's music blares as the ref raises his arm in victory! TJ is quick to exit the ring and give high fives to the fans at ringside, while Wolves continues to writhe in pain in the ring.

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APW Asylum comes back from the final commercial break with Anthony "The Promise" Bailey standing at the time keepers' table with the bell hammer in hand and his APW World Heavyweight Championship slung over his shoulder.

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time the special guest timekeeper for this bout, Anthony Bailey! Also, the following contest is a Fatal Fourway Match scheduled for one fall to determine the #1 Contender for the APW World Heavyweight Championship! This match is your APW Asylum Main Event!

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

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

Farquhar 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.

Beckett: Farquhar here looking to get his first ever World Championship opportunity and in order to do so he's going to have to beat three very game Asylum competitors.

Nailz: This is where my money is at. Quintessentially Awesome is going to take this one home.

The crowd is buzzing with anticipation for the coming match. On cue, the lights take on a blue 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.

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.

Nailz: Actually change my mind. I want her to win. She's kickass.

Beckett: If Sally Talfourd wins this match then she has the opportunity to become the only Megastar in the history of APW to hold the World and Undisputed Championships. What a fitting accolade for a woman who will no doubt be in the APW Hall of Fame.

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 and has a twenty minute time limit... 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.

Nailz: As it stands, my bookmakers has him pegged to be the favourite. 17 week undefeated streak, longest Suicidal Title reign in the history of the company, just four weeks shy of being the longest reigning champion in all of Asylum history and the only man to win a title in his debut. This man is the mathmeticians favourite.

Beckett: The mathmetician and the middle class white man. The Pro Life Champion has been nothing short of impressive since his arrival just six months ago in January.

“Houston” by Slim Thug and Paul Wall hits the boombox but far from the usual energetic Jason Kash entrance, smoke billows out of the curtains which is totally weird because the smoke machines are at either end of the stage and nowhere near the entrance curtain. Stumbling out of the ring with eyes like glazed doughnuts, it's clear to see that Kash's “no smoke on the day of a match” rule has been well and truly broken. The former world champion arrives to a chorus of boos but he doesn't give a damn because he's higher than giraffe pussy. He stumbles onto the curtain and throws both his arms up expecting cheers but gets nothing but death-stares and jeering from the agitated fans.

Stenfelder: And their opponent, weighing in at 230 pounds, from Houston, Texas, Jason Kash!

Beckett: Oh what the Hell is this. Kash has come out clearly off of his tits and is in no shape to compete. This isn't right.

Nailz: Losing that champion does bad things to people. Makes you go off the rails. Clearly it affects Kash more than it does most sane wrestlers.

In the ring, Callahan, Farquhar and Talfourd stand shoulder to shoulder watching this poor show with mixed reactions. Sally of course can't help but feel sorry for Kash who's clearly lost his way in the past few weeks. Farquhar on the other hand can barely contain his amusement and yet disgust, a rare chuckle escaping his lips as Kash is absolutely trashed walking to the ring. Last of all though is Callahan who far from being amused or sympathetic is nothing short of livid at what he perceives as a total lack of respect. Grabbing the ring announcers microphone he addresses his two sober fellow competitors.

Callahan: If you'll beg my pardon, may I be excused for a moment?

Beckett: Where on earth is Callahan going-oh, he's going right after Kash! The look on his face and the speed he's going says it's not for a pleasant pep-talk though.

Callahan doesn't wait for an answer and leaps out of the ring through the second rope, landing tidily on his feet before charging all guns blazing at Jason Kash. Kash who's absolutely cheeched out of his mind barely sees Callahan coming towards him through the purple smoke and is knocked flat on his back as Callahan tackles him straight to the ground. Shunning fancy technical wrestling in lieu of Kash's total disrespect to the wrestling industry, Callahan just starts wailing on Kash's face with hammering blows from up top and Kash in his stoned state can do little to defend himself. Kash's ragged breath as he gets punched repeatedly in the mush only worsens the stench of weed in the air and incites Callahan to even more vengeful fury.

APW World Heavweight Championship #1 Contenders Match
“Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar VS “The American Hero” Michael Callahan VS “The Last Magician” Sally Talfourd VS Jason Kash

Farquhar and Talfourd both stare at the mauling of Kash on the entrance ramp, in total disbelief at this side attraction. Farquhar comes back to his senses first and as the bell rings launches a fore-arm cheap shot and smacks into the side of Sally's head dropping her to one knee. With a fore-arm chop to the back, Sally grimaces in pain as Farquhar locks up straight away with a piggy back sleeperhold using his weight advantage over the fan favourite to keep her oppressed to the ground. Fans start rallying behind her and the dazed Talfourd hears their call, trying to elbow her way out of the deadly submission game while Callahan starts dragging Kash up the entrance ramp by his shiny bald head.

Beckett: Well as we get started in this Fatal Fourway Number One Contenders match for recently crowned World Champion Anthony Bailey, it seems like it's become a singles match.

Nailz: No doubt, and with Farquhar being one of the biggest opportunity takers in the business he's gone straight after Sally with a first-rate cheap shot. Good on him!

Beckett: Sigh.

Talfourd slips her way out of Farquhar's choke and slips behind into a hammerlock of her own, surprising even the Englishman with her technical display. Farquhar instinctively knows to swing a parrying elbow round and Sally releases the arm to duck allowing Farquhar to score with a snap suplex. Farquhar then sits Sally up and delivers a rough-house soccer kick straight into the small of her back eliciting a scream from The Last Magician who's still banged up from her three Test for the Best matches a week ago. Farquhar then aggressively hooks both legs and goes for an early cover much to the disappointment of the fans.

Nailz: Go on Farq! Git'er! Pin her good!

Beckett: Classic double leg cover here! Will it be enough?

One!

Two!

Kickout!

Unreasonably disappointed with the referee, Farquhar shakes his head at him condescendingly as he draws Sally up into his next move. Farquhar attempts a side Russian Leg sweep but finds himself getting an elbow to the chops for his luck. Sally twists out and dropkicks Farquhar in the back sending him tumbling face first into the turnbuckle. Sally then runs to the adjacent turnbuckle and then back again attempting to Stinger Splash the stunned Farquhar but The Englishman hits the deck instinctively and slips out of the ring to the apron below. Sally sees this coming and attempts to slingshot herself into Farquhar through the second rope with a dropkick to the mush but Farquhar catches her legs before launching her with all of his power knee first into the ring post, a loud crack echoing around the arena as she smacks her knee against the steel post and then her head against the mat as she crashes to the mat.

Beckett: My God! Don't ever say that Farquhar is a slow wrestler. Sally's leg has gotta' be broken after that one.

Nailz: Yeah, that boy has the moves like Jagger.

Beckett: I think what my broadcast partner is trying to say is that Farquhar despite his preference to a slow, methodical pace has excellent reflexes which will keep him in the game against the fastest of people. No doubt something Sally won't soon haste to forget after that bone jarring throw into the ring-post.

Nursing her right leg as she rolls away from the bottom ropes and out of the corner while Farquhar takes a quick breather on the outside. The feed then cuts to backstage where it appears the tables have turned and now Kash is in control of Callahan. Roaring with laughter, Kash has Callahan at his mercy in one of the food stalls at the front of the arena as he pushes his face into the candy floss machine. Kash then hits the stop button and smashes his face into the metal bowl and scoops some pink goodness out of the downed American Hero's hair to taste for himself.

Kash: Not bad at all Callahan. You look pretty in pink! Haha!

Back in the ring, Farquhar is sizing up Sally Talfourd as she staggers on a wobbly right leg to a vertical level. Seeing Farquhar charging towards her looking for a submission she leaps up and catches him in the face with a dropkick but immediately regrets the decision as she hits the ground, the connection having torqued her leg that little bit more out. Farquhar's down too but Sally is definitely feeling the effects of her mistake.

Beckett: The look in Sally's face says it all, even a textbook dropkick is difficult for her to walk on. She shouldn't really be competing tonight after competing in three matches in one night less than a week ago.

Nailz: That's the nature of the beast Becky baby. If you wanna be champion here, you've gotta' put it all on the line night after night, even if that means doing it three times.

Sally squirms as she just about gets to her feet before Farquhar does and manages to catch him with a painful kick to the gut but then comes to the realisation that her entire arsenal is based off of kicks and using her fast-moving agility to get the better of her opponent. She then tries the one move she can think of from her regular arsenal that doesn't enquire attacking with the leg and that's a Danger Zone, a corkscrew neckbreaker which she hits with pinpoint accuracy, slamming Farq right down to the mat with expert grace. She wastes no time going for the cover.

Beckett: Beautiful Corkscrew Neckbreaker right there! Farquhar just got rattled! Will it be enough to score the pin?

ONE!

TWO!

THR-KICKOUT!

Nailz: And Farquhar powers out at the last moment!

Beckett: Farquhar thinks he should be King of the World, not just King of England. Do you think he can make it through Sally to get that?

Beckett: Well right now it looks like either him or Sally.

Farquhar flaps his lips a little as he sits up from the pin, not entirely sure what part of Suffolk he's not in right now while Sally grits her teeth and soldiers on through the pain. Meanwhile we cut backstage again and Callahan has once again seized control of Kash and is giving him the old High School jock treatment by giving him an epic swirly in the women's bathrooms for extra humiliation. Callahan rags Kash's soaked wet head back out of the toilet bowl and starts howling abuse in his ear.

”Listen you little counter-culture loving punk! You think you earnt the right to come to MY ring stoned because you lost your world belt? Reality check time. I'm your downer and I'm gonna' make sure you crash hard you junkie scum!”

Back in the ring and now Sally is delivering a leaping elbow drop right to the heart of Farquhar who coughs and splutters. Sally can just about hack it because she's not landing right on her leg but getting back up again is a cumbersome task. She realises this as she hits yet another elbow drop to administer some defibrilator action Happy Ending style and then is reminded of this pain a third time as she completes the hat trick before making another cover.

Nailz: Sally Talfourd would make the best paramedic ever.

Beckett: Iunno. I mean she's easy on the eye but her bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired. Just look at the way she's brutalising Farquhar with those heart-stopping elbows!

Nailz: I'm pretty sure she doesn't have a degree in Medicine either.

Beckett: Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO! KICKOUT!

Nailz: Farquhar ran away from the light.

Beckett: Too true.

Sally Talfourd can barely believe her eyes but alas Farquhar is pulling out all the stops. Staggering to her feet, Sally is really starting to feel the ache in her knee and is worried that there might be some swelling up going on. She doesn't have too long to think about that though because Farquhar from out of nowhere wraps his entire body around her wounded leg and goes straight for a knee bar. Sally tries to scrabble for the ropes as best she can before Farq locks it in but she's just that little bit too far away to make it. Farq applies all the pressure he can with a textbook MMA submission hold. It's the kind of move that can completely break a leg bone and it seems like The Last Magician isn't going anywhere because of it. Farquhar roars and wrenches back as best as he can, hyperextending the hell out of her thin little leg.

Nailz: BOOM! Farquhar is back in the game and he could be about to get the monopoly and make that buckaroo scream Yahtzee!

Beckett: Are you trying to see how many board game titles you can slip in to commentary?

Nailz: Yeah. It was one of the road agents ideas. Guess Who? Look at how clinical Farquhar is in there with that devastating knee bar. It's like he's a surgeon conducting an-

Beckett: Operation? Stop it. That's cheesy.

Nailz: Sorry!

Sally stretches out her entire body, her fingernails just barely scraping the edge of the rope. Just when she feels her leg about to give out she wriggles that tiny bit forward and wraps both hands tightly around the bottom rope demanding that the ref intervene.

Beckett: And Sally escapes a knee bar but you know the damage will have been done!

Nailz: That's as maybe. That girl was caught in a real mouse trap there though but she seems to have found her way out of it. This match is like a hare and hounds.

Ref: Break the hold Farq! She's got the rope.

Farquhar holds on 'til the count of four and then reluctantly lets go of Sally's leg which just from that knee bar alone seems to have doubled in size from bruised swelling. Sally squirms and struggles to get to her feet using the shelter of the bottom rope to protect herself from the shark-like Farquhar from working her over further. Standing on the apron slowly while clutching her throbbing right knee, Farquhar reaches to grab her by the hair and drag her back in but Sally lunges forward with a sharp headbutt sending him staggering back to the mat and hitting the ground hard. Sally then ascends the turnbuckle precariously trying desperately not to let her knee buckle from underneath her at such a great height before leaping off with an Elbow Drop which Farquhar narrowly rolls out of the way out of.

Beckett: That was a ballsy move by Sally but will it pay off-NO! Ow! Sally crashes and burns after Farqhuar shows great ring sense to roll OUT of the way of that potentially match ending diving elbow drop.

Nailz: What would you know about ballsy moves? You wouldn't have a clue.... -do.

Sally crashes like a thunderbolt and screams yet again as she lands awkwardly on her bad leg, Farquhar smirking viciously knowing that this one is now perfectly in his grasp. That is of course until the mother of all distractions draws our attention away from the ring when the fire escape doors up by the cheap sheets in section E burst open and a brawling Callahan and Kash make their glorious return back to the ring, both men bleeding from the mouth for no particularly well explained reason. Kash delivers a well-timed headbutt of his own and sends Callahan hurtling down towards the floor, cowering away from Callahan.

Callahan: “Kash! Stop! We can't fight at the top of a flight of stairs. One of us will die! This is madness!

Callahan slowly gets up to his feet, precariously on the edge of the top step.

Kash: Madness? THIS. IS. ASYLUM.

Beckett: Holy Ra! Jason Kash just booted Callahan down four flights of steps! Callahan might have a broken neck after that!

And with that he boots Callahan right in the chest and sends him flying clean down the first flight of steps only to do a backwards roll all the way down the rest of the steps until he eventually reaches ringside. Kash smirks as he makes his way down after Callahan, spitting some blood to empty his mouth. Back in the ring the match is continuing just the way it started with both Sally and Farquhar watching the madness between Kash and Callahan unfold. Sally however pulls the Farq move of taking a cheap shot and tries to capitalise with a roll-up.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NO! Farquhar just about kicks out!

Beckett: Can't blame the lady for trying! That was almost a world title match for Sally who as you can see is definitely worse for wear!

Nailz: Uh, hello, did you see Callahan just get 300'd down the god damn stairs?

Kash ignores Callahan who's slumped like a dead bumblebee against the crowd barrier and hops over the guard rail to try and salvage the dying embers of this match. As Farquhar loses his rag and goes for a shinbreaker on Sally he finds himself getting a taste of his own medicine as Kash takes him clean out from underneath with a sliding chop block leaving a tangle of flesh on the floor. All three are down and soon Callahan is hauling himself slowly yet deliriously over the crowd barrier and down to ring side before realising his backwards roll has taken away all his energy. Kash is the first man back up in the ring and asssesses the situation of Sally clutching her leg and Farquhar doing the same but clearly in much less pain. Kash decides to try and steal the pin from Sally by hooking her bad leg.

Beckett: Kash is about to steal it!

Nailz: Could the doctor of herbanomics pull this one out?!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-NO! Sally kicks out!

Beckett: Sally's will to fight on keeps this match alive!

Kash is a little frustrated but having had his head cleared by the swirlie and Callahan ass-kicking, he's not too chonged anymore to focus. Turning to see Farquhar coming at him with a wicked Lariat, he somehow manages to duck the blow and nails the U.T.I. on the slip-past much to the delight of the fans who'd rather see an angry Kash get a rematch than Farqhuar get anywhere near the title. No sooner is he back up though and looking to get back to Farquhar to get the cover he's falling pray to Sally Talfourd who with the heart of the lion reinvents herself as a beauty therapist and gives Kash The Makeover of a lifetime to change the structure of Asylum's championship landscape forever. Kash is out and Sally is right into the cover.

Beckett: UTI! KASH HAS GOT IT-NO WAIT, MAKEOVER! SALLY TALFOURD HITS THE MAKEOVER! BEAUTIFUL REVERSE STO! SALLY TALFOURD IS GOING TO SHOCKWAVE!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Beckett: That's it!

Winner and New #1 Contender to the APW World Heavyweight Championship: Sally Talfourd

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, and the #1 Contender for the APW World Heavyweight Championship, Sally Talfourd!

"Troublemaker" hits the speakers, and the fans erupt into cheers as Sally gets her arm raised in victory! Julius and Callahan begin to make their ways back up the aisle, both looking extremely agitated. Kash rolls out the ring, cursing under his breath, while Sally continues to celebrate in the ring!

Nailz: Ladies and gentlemen, we now know the Asylum Main Event for Shockwave! Anthony Bailey will defend his newly won APW World Heavyweight Championship against Sally Talfourd!

Beckett: I don't think we're going to have to wait til Shockwave to see sparks fly! Look in the ring!

By this point, Bailey has entered the ring, and is clapping for Sally. As she turns around and notices him there, a slight smile forms on her face.

Nailz: In recent months, we've seen several backstage interactions between these two, some of them bordering on flirting!

Beckett: And don't forget, they're going to be tag team partners in two weeks on the next episode of Asylum! How will the match be effected by the fact that they know they'll be facing off for title at the biggest show of the summer!?

Nailz: Folks, thanks for joining us! We'll see you all again in two weeks!

By this point, Bailey raises his title high in the air, while Sally continues to have the slight smile on her face. The fans are going crazy as APW Asylum fades to black!