Asylum 9/9-Honolulu, Hawaii

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Ida Maria's “Bad Karma” blares over the speakers as the camera pans the Neal S. Blaisdell Arena in Honolulu, Hawaii, showing the APW faithful in full force! Pyrotechnics shoot from the stage, and the fans hold theirs signs high as the music continues to play! There are several signs for Anthony Bailey and Sally Talfourd, as well as one fan who has a “Let the Invasion Begin,” in reference to the European Invasion, “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab & Yarmouth. A sign that reads JA$ON KA$H with smoke around it is promanent in the front row, as are a group of fans dressed to look like various Asylum Mega Stars! There's a Phil Atken look alike, one for Johnny Sykes, another for Johnny Knuckles, and for some odd reason, a guy dressed up like a huge baby with a sign hanging from his neck that says “Hi, I'm your American Crybaby, Michael Callahan!”

Nailz: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to APW Asylum live on the Food Network! I am Russ T. Nailz, joined by my broadcast collegue Steve Beckett, and tonight, we have a huge night of action in store for the APW fans here in Honolulu!

Beckett: That's right, not only do we have three, count them, three qualifying matches for the Elimination Chamber, featuring matchups like Phil Atken vs. Johnny Knuckles, Michael Callahan vs. TJ, and Johnny Rebel vs. Sally Talfourd, but the APW World Heavyweight Championship is on the line tonight when Anthony “The Promise” Bailey defends his title against “The Bad Boy” Shane Borderland, who is making his Asylum return after a stint on Meltdown!

Nailz: That match came about due to the interference of Shane Borderland at Shockwave, where he prevented Sally Talfourd from winning the APW World Heavyweight Championship! Bailey is very conflicted by his victory, and he looks to humble Borderland here tonight!

Beckett: Also, in a non-title match, APW Suicidal Champion Jason Kash takes on the Tap Out Champion Julius Farquhar! That match could headline a pay per view, but we get to see it here tonight!

Nailz: Also, the European Invasion makes their Asylum debut against two men who I've been told will be squaring off two weeks from tonight in a #1 Contenders Match for the Suicidal Title, “The OG Pranksta” Johnny Sykes and Jair Hopkins! Will they be able to coexist against the #1 Contenders for the APW Tag Team Titles, or will their upcoming match lead to shenanigans!? We have a packed show tonight, so let's send it to the ring!

All of a sudden, 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: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time, 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 calls for a mic.

Sally: Last time all us Asylum people were together, it was Shockwave and ... well ... wasn’t that a memorable night? New champions, old friends, and chock full of surprises.

The fans let out a loud roar, clearly approving of the pay per view.

Sally: But I just want to remind everyone of one teeny, tiny little thing. It was nothing, really. I mean, you might have missed it if you blinked. Just ... watch.

The screen statics out, and we are taken back a few weeks to the scene of the crime: Shockwave.

While Sally is down checking on the ref, none other than Shane Borderland makes his way into the ring with a steel chair in hand! He blasts Sally in the back of the head, drawing loud boos from the crowd!

Borderland places the chair on the mat, and pulls the limp Sally up, pulls her in for a Wrist Clutch, and then explodes into the Lights Out onto the steel chair! The fans are in an uproar as Borderland laughs, standing over the downed Sally. He kicks the chair out of the ring, and turns towards Bailey, giving him a slight nod as if to say, “You're Welcome!” Bailey is pissed off, and enters the ring, bum-rushing “The Bad Boy” Shane Borderland, clotheslining him over the top rope and to the floor!

The screen fades out to bring us back to Asylum, Sally standing in the ring looking all disappointed, nodding just slightly. The crowd starts to pick up, getting all jeering and then booing. Sally holds up a hand.

Sally: Now now, don’t rush into things. These things do happen. Usually done by half-wits and professional rejects, but this sort of stuff happens. What was more disappointing ... what you all probably have a right to be upset with is this:

Sally points over the the screen again, and we fade into:

The fans are booing as Bailey stands there, conflicted. He holds his hands up to the side of his head, and looks as though he has a million thoughts racing through his head at the moment. The ref begins to show signs of life.

A loud “No Bailey, No!” chant gets going from the Sally side, while the Bailey fans get a feeble “Let's Go Bailey!” chant going in retaliation. Bailey is still looking conflicted, still arguing with himself as the ref finally wakes up. The fans boo as Bailey makes the decision to go up to the top rope. He shakes his head a bit, and has a look of incredible guilt on his face as he leaps off and nails Sally with the Frog Splash, hooking both legs, 1 .. 2 .. 3!

And we return back to our night in Honolulu. Sally starts nodding again. The crowd starts booing again. And Sally stops them ... again.

Sally: You see, that’s why I’m here. I knew that people would be all over Bailey. And I wanted to come out here and make it known that, well, I think ...

“Wanted Man” by Rev Theory hits the PA before Sally can enlighten us anymore about whether she’s angry at the World Heavyweight Champion or not. And there, on the stage, appears everyone’s favourite interferer Shane Borderland.

Shane: Sally! Give it a rest! I saved everyone here from pure boredom two weeks ago. Don’t tell me I have to do it again?

Borderland continues to make his way to the ring.

Sally: What are you talking about?

Shane: Does the world really need another Sally Talfourd reign? Does anyone want to see you prancing around again with a belt, hogging main events, looking down on everyone?

Sally: Hey! I don’t prance.

Shane: Who cares how you get around. No one here wanted to see it again, and I did everyone a favour!

The booing gets a whole lot louder, Sally all confused. Didn’t Shane say all these people didn’t want to see her?

Sally: You see Shane, what all that jabbering sounds to me was that you thought I’d beat Bailey. That I’d walk out champion. And, funnily enough, that’s exactly what I was thinking. I went in thinking I’d walk out champion, and it turned out that I didn’t. I wanted to, and I was about to, but I didn’t. And you know who I blame?

The sounds of "Hometown Hero" by Big K.R.I.T. blaring over the PA interrupts Sally before she has a chance to continue and the World Champion Anthony Bailey begins to make his way down the aisle, with microphone in hand, to a roaring crowd of cheers here in the Neal S. Blaisdell Arena. He makes his way into the ring and greets Sally with a generous smile.

Bailey: I don’t mean to interrupt but yes Sally, we actually would like to know who you blame for not presently holding my title. Whose fault is it as to why I am not a former World Champion instead? Our relationship has turned somewhat sour these last few weeks so I along with the rest of all these beautiful APW fans here in attendance would like to know who you point the finger at for your loss. Is it me?

The crowd gives a mixed reaction.

Bailey: Or is it this man right here? My opponent for later this evening, Shane Borderland?

The crowd erupts into a collection of loud boos at the mention of Borderland’s name and the boos grow even louder as "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple begins to play over the PA as Johnny Rebel strolls down the aisle with his own microphone in hand. He enters the ring staring angrily at each individual within his range.

Rebel: Wait a minute Bailey! Before Ms. Talfourd shares the answer that nobody has been sitting on the edge of their seats for or could give a rip about, I actually have something very important to say myself…

Rebel drops the microphone onto the floor and charges full speed towards Bailey attacking him immediately as a four way brawl between all four competitors quickly breaks out. Numerous APW officials rush to ringside to bring the brawl under control.

Nailz: There's pure pandemonium going on in the ring right now!

Beckett: All four competitors in our double Main Events here tonight are going at it!



"Never Gonna Give You Up/Smells Like Teen Spirit" hits the speakers, and Asylum General Manager Reginald Schmidt makes his way out to the ramp with a mic in hand!

Reginald: Now hold it right there Misters and Miss! Hold it right there!

All four Mega Stars heed Reginald no attention and continue to brawl. He begins to make his way to the ring angrily, yelling for security to break them up! By the time Reginald reaches the ring, they've all been split up, and are held back in separate corners by at least three security guards apiece! Reginald looks ready to lay down the law.

Reginald: Listen here, people, if you want to tear each other limb from limb, you'll all get your chance later tonight! That being said, considering the events of Shockwave, Sally, if you want your revenge on Shane Boderland, you'll have to qualify for the Elimination Chamber! Rebel, if you want in, you got to win! Bailey and Borderland, you're both already entered in the Elimination Chamber, regardless of who wins tonight's match! But if any of you think that you're going to hold up my show by continuing to fight out here like a bunch of hooligans before your respective matches even begin, then I suspend the offending parties until after One Night in Hell! Do I make myself clear!?

Nailz: Reginald laying down the law here tonight! But what about the news that Shane and Bailey are all already entered into the Elimination Chamber!

Beckett: How is that fair to everyone else!? All Shane did was show up! What a crock!

Nailz: Well, if J-Reb gets into the Elimination Chamber, you have the think he's a threat to win. Sally could help everyone else out immensely by keeping him out of the Chamber with a win tonight! But the same could be said for Sally!

APW Asylum cuts backstage with all four competitors still staring at each other intensely, while Reginald looks stern in the ring.

Backstage, we find Johnny Knuckles; who is still limping slightly with his chest and elbow taped up, standing outside Reginald's office. Mini and Maxi Knuckles both stand outside as Johnny walks in to have a conversation.

Knuckles: Reg'......

As Knuckles walks in, he sees an extremely attractive brunette with with big doe eyes and a suit jacket on. Her skirt is dangerously short. She also has thick rimmed glasses that apparently are all the rage these days.

Knuckles: You ain't Reggie!

Woman: No I'm not. I'm his new assistant, Bambi! John, thanks for coming in. I know this sounds a little stupid but somehow; we've misplaced that waiver Reginald had you sign. He needs you to sign another one so the lawyers don't complain.

Knuckles: Is this a joke? Is Reg tryin' to low ball me?

Bambi: No no. He hired a new secretary to handle some of his paper work and unfortunately she's no longer with us since she misplaced a BUNCH of things. That's why he hired me! This will only take a brief moment.

Knuckles looks at him with frustration in his eyes. He knows that in order to move on he has to finish things with Atken here and now. Looking over the waiver, he notices a slight change.

Knuckles: This isn't the same as before....

Bambi: Just updated is all.

Knuckles: If I find out that he fucked me, so help me he'll' regret it.

Bambi: I assure you, Mr. Knuckles, Reginald would never do such a thing. Now me on the other hand...

Knuckles' eyes widen and his jaw drops as she looks at him with a come hither stare. Knuckles closes his mouth, shakes his head, signs the waiver and steps out of the office. Just then, Phil Atken walks by him with a smirck and heads to the ring. Knuckles clenches his fists and follows suit.

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"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. 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.

Beckett: It took Dirk Dickwood, Hank and a stack of TV's to make sure Johnny Knuckles didn't best him at Shockwave. If Phil Atken somehow makes it to the Extreme Elimination Chamber at One Night in Hell, “The Unfortunate One” will have only himself and dumb lucky to rely on.

Nailz: By the same token Steve, it took Johnny Knuckles an army of mini-midget look alikes to even the score so what does that tell you? That said, we know Phil Atken to be incredibly crafty and devious and while he comes across as a lovable and benign dufus, he is VERY crafty. Knuckles on the other hand? Tough as nails. He'll win in a street fight but Lord knows he'd flip out and throw the board at you in a game of chess.

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 pray silence please and shut your ugly face holes as the one and only true voice of APW, Mr. Phil Atken makes his incredible arrival! Thank you! Good night!

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.

Phil hops into the ring as Dirk and the tall, bald and rather mean looking Hank take their place in Phil's corner. Phil carefully passes his shimmering robe into the hands of Dirk.

Nailz: This man is corrupt. No doubt about it. Don't trust Scottish people is the lesson I've learnt from Phil Atken's tenure on Asylum.

Beckett: Well Knuckles will definitely be wanting revenge on his New Yorker opponent here and as these Hawaiian fans get set for some brutal combat, we're gonna' find out right here in our first contest of the evening who's gonna' get the opportunity of a lifetime in Tokyo in just a few weeks time.

Extreme Elimination Chamber Qualifer
“The Unfortunate One” Phil Atken VS “The Survivor” Johnny Knuckles

With Johnny Knuckles still severely injured after the epic Television Match at Shockwave just gone, many were impressed when the wounded Survivor himself lived up to the moniker and turned up for the match. He put up an impressive display, clobbering Atken with hammering shots and suplexes but with the injuries still fresh from Shockwave, Atken showed some long overdue tenacity and started hammering down with Axe Handles to the back and to the ribs.

Beckett: These two are going hell for leather in the hopes of getting into that Extreme Elimination Chamber. Knuckles style would probably be one of the only people enterting the match who's style would compliment the cruel steel structure.

Nailz: And Atken would be a fish-... no, whale out of water all washed up on the shore. Inside the steel with only a weapon to call friend I'm not so sure even he could survive those conditions. Not without Hank and Dickwood backing him up.

Just when Atken looks like he's taken total charge of the match, Knuckles practically shatters Atken's jaw with a brutal superkick followed by an immediate pinfall cover. Atken though shows just one of the many feats of endurance he'll need to display if he's to come out of One Night in Hell with the gold by kicking out at two. Knuckles finally attempts to hoist Atken on his shoulders while looking for the Broken Promise...

Beckett: Look at the strength on display here! Johnny Knuckles even with every inch of his body banged up can find the strength in him to sky up Phil Atken.

Nailz: And let me tell you, Phil Atken is not an ambassador for the National Eating Disorder Association. He's a little bit chunkier than your average Kate Moss but definitely better looking and-ooh, look! Knuckles is buckling underneath the weight!

As called by Nailz, Knuckles can't grit his way through the pain and has to let Atken slip down his back. His ribs in absolute agony from the dead lift of the Scottish brawler, he's prime suspect for Atken to pull back into a roll-up but instead of holding the pin he rights himself and transitions straight into a Figure Four Leg-Lock. Caught right in the centre of the ring with nowhere to go, the agonising hangover from Shockwave along with Phil Atken's most deadly submission, Johnny Knuckles has no choice but to Tap Out! DING! DING! DING!

Winner And Advancing To The Extreme Elimination Chamber: Phil Atken

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

Nailz: Knuckles showed a lot of heart by competing out here despite the injuries he suffered at Shockwave! My hat's off to him!

Beckett: He showed more guts than brains, that's for sure! But a huge win for Phil Atken as he qualifies for the Extreme Elimination Chamber!

Phil celebrates in the ring with Hank and Dickwood while the fans boo him mercilessly. APW Asylum cuts backstage.

The camera cuts backstage focused in on a plain white door. The shot widens to show a Men's restroom sign. The sound of a toilet flushing rings out and the clanking of the door unlocking follows. Out struts the new Suicidal Champion of Asylum, Jason Kash. He wrangles his pants from side to side like a classic Chris Farley with a huge pleasurable grin plastered on his mug. The newly crowned Grand Slam Champion begins to stroll whistling a ballad as if his name were Billy The Kid. A few steps down the hall Kash stops by the catering table to converse with the food preparer.

JKash: That burrito...GRAND!!!

Food Handler: Glad you liked it.

JKash: Did the job, I dropped a doody and I'm ready to kick some Booty!

The new face of all things suicidal turns from his conversation to possibly head to his dressing room. Before being able to do so his attention is diverted to what seems like a confused young man pushing a cart covered with a black sheet. Kash tilts his head slightly intrigued. The young man stops the cart, looks around, then pulls the backpack he is wearing off his shoulders. He rummages through it and finds a piece of paper. The kid flattens it out and tries to read it. The champ no longer can just sit in an awkward admiration of this mystery.

JKash: Hey...you lost?

The kid stares at the paper then at Kash.

Kid: You know where I can find Jason Kash?

The Champion looks puzzled, looking around as if someone has been under a rock. How would he not know who Jason Kash was and be inside of an APW Hosted Event?

JKash: That's me bro, look for the gap and the ladies on my lap...Well not right this moment but...What'd you want to find me for?

The young man sighs in relief.

Kid: I have a delivery for you!

Kash is even more perplexed and yet stricken with anticipation as the mystery seems intriguing. The messenger pulls the black sheet off the cart to reveal an old school tube style television with a VCR built in. The friendly messenger reaches in his bag pulling out an extension cord. This young man connects one end of the cord, then looks down the hall and walks away with the other end.

JKash: Are you Srrious? This thing is ancient!

Kash rather bored by now crosses his arm in slight annoyance now. The kid finally walks back.

Kid: Good lord they should add more outlets around here.

JKash: Or maybe who ever sent the message could have sprung for a DVD burner, then I could watch whatever it is in my locker room...

Kid: Hey I was paid a hundred bucks to roll in this crap for you to see. I don't even know the guy who paid me. Just delivering the message. Ready?

JKash: I do have a match tonight so yeah, let's get on with it kid..

The young man then pulls a VHS tape from his bag and slips it into the slot. The TV flickers with snow briefly then clarity takes over. Both Kash and the Kid look confused when sitting in a chair is a Jigsaw puppet leaned over limp.

JKash: Srrious?...What is this. Someone wants me to watch a shitty out take from the movie Saw?

Just then the puppets head lifts up straight and turns toward the screen as if looking right a Kash. Jason cocks his head a little startled. Then a deep voice begins to speak as the puppets mouth starts to move.

Puppet: Hello Jason, I want to play a game. So far in what could loosely be called your life you've made a living copying others, mimicking the achievements of great men. I call you unworthy of the body you possess, of the life that you've been given. Now we will see if you are willing to look inward rather than outward to give up the one thing you rely on in order to go on living.

JKash: What the hell? Who sent this? I don't like Dolls..I had this MyBuddy once and it bodyslammed me! Turn this shit off!!

The Kid shrugs not knowing what to say about the video either. He begins to ask Kash a question but Kash doesn't look willing to answer any stupid questions. As he goes to shut it off, the Puppet continues talking. Kash side shoves the kid away, knocking him out of the scene so Kash can see.

Puppet: You have staked claim to a title with rights of suicide. How much blood will you shed to stay champion Jason? You think you are Grand. What will you be...

The Puppet strings all of a sudden get tangled. You can hear the deep voice cursing in frustration.

Voice: Damn Puppet, stupid fucking strings, limp legged creepy...

Kash and the Kid both looked concerned, and confused. Suddenly the Puppet exits the view of the TV screen, then gets wadded up on tossed into the puppet sized chair.

Voice: God Damn it!!!

More commotion can be heard as the camera that was filming this strange piece seems to be lifted up. Kash leans in close trying to figure out what in the blue hell is going on. Then you can see Michael Lively as he holds the camera out filming himself. He looks at the camera and speaks.

Lively: Jason...

He forgets the voice changing mask over his mouth and in a frustrated fit rips it off. He takes a deep breath trying to calm down and starts over.

Lively: Jason Kash, congratulations. Way to be a trail blazer, an innovator. Let's see Grand Slam champion...yeah, I been there done that. Now you are Suicidal champion. You even claimed it from a guy who hates the idea of Suicidal tendencies in wrestling or Xtreme if you will. All sounds familiar, almost like I haves lived this life...oh that's right because I have. No worries Jason Kash soon you will be entered into a game. Like a big jigsaw puzzle that you will have to find you way out of.

Both Kash and the Kid look at each other. The kid once again shrugs and makes a suggestion.

Kid: I think he meant maze.

Lively: I know what I meant.

Kid: Ummm...I thought this was a tape, how can he hear me?

JKash: He does claim to be Jesus..

Lively: I'm the JESUS!!

JKash: Told you.

Lively: Will you have the guts to survive. In this game you can not simply follow in the footsteps of another, the destiny you chose must be your own Jason Kash...

Nothing but silence fills the air as Lively still holds the camera filming himself. Kash looks at the Kid who just shrugs confused.

Lively: God Damn it man, look at the fucking paper...those are the instructions.

The Kid then looks at the paper reading the instructions out loud.

Kid: Put on the mask? Me? O...Kay, can you hold this for a second?

The Kid hands Kash his back pack while he pulls a pig mask out placing on his head. The Kid then tries to read the next step out loud.

Kid: Now Jason do you have what it takes to be as "Violent" as you claim? What WON'T you do to prove how Violent you truly are?

JKash: Get to the point kid, I haven't got all night...

Kid: Prove your Violent Ways and Destroy the...Wait, what?

JKash: What does it say Kid? Spill it already?

Interrupting both of them, Michael Lively speaks out and gives the full directions that the Kid refuses to finish.

Lively: Prove your Violent Ways and Destroy the Kid...Drop him right there, right now...Unless you're chicken, unless you're less deserving of your reign and achievements than the ones Borderland claims to have?

Kid: Screw this guy, a hundred bucks isn't worth--

A big boot planted to the side of the kid's head sends him down hard. Kash stomps away at the innocent bystander. Leaving him limp, Kash looks back at the Television of Ancient Times and smiles.

JKash: I didn't do that to pass some test Lively. I did that because that kid was annoying me. What I will do is give you a game...See how long I'll let you step into my surroundings before I put you down like the old dog you are. You're Time is up, My Time is Now...Lame line but true none the less. I'm today's Grand Slam and you're about as Ancient as this Television...

Michael Lively breaks out into maniacal laughter. Kash kicks over the TV to stop the annoying repetitive laugh the Hall of Famer Michael Lively.

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“Land of Hope & Glory” begins to play through the arena’s PA system and its famous musical notes turn the place into a cauldron bubbling over with booing, hissing and general animosity. Why? Well because out steps the current APW Tap Out Champion “Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar, adorned in his quintessentially magnificent suit, the championship belt proudly wrapped around his waist.

Nailz: If there is one man I certainly don’t envy right now it is Mr. Farquhar.

Beckett: What are you blithering about, Nailz? This is the guy to be right now. He’s still the Tap Out Champion and he’s still the only “Quintessentially English” wrestler in the world.

Nailz: Quintessentially living on borrowed time if you ask me. I shouldn’t have to remind you, folks, of the way Julius Farquhar blatantly cheated and screwed “The Soul of Philly” TJ at Shockwave just two weeks ago.

Beckett: TJ tapped. You know it, I know it, the whole world knows it.

Nailz: I know what I saw and I what I saw was probably the most corrupt piece of business I’ve ever witnessed in my whole career.

By now Julius is in the ring, mic in hand, waiting out the heat the crowd are giving him. There is a wholly self-satisfied grin on Julius’ face, usually one that hints at ignorance to the crowd’s true feelings about him, but this grin is different because it does not disguise the malevolence behind Julius’ satisfaction. Eventually the audience lose momentum and silence gives Farquhar his moment to speak.

Julius: The only thing that really matters is that I, Julius Farquhar, the only Quintessentially English wrestler in the world, walked away from Shockwave having retained the APW Tap Out Championship.

The arrogance with which this is uttered gives the crowd their second wind. Julius paces around the ring, the audience’s manifest loathing for him barely penetrating his defences.

Julius: Like all savages of the world, you people fear and protest against those superior breeds who come to civilise you, to make your lives better and more wholesome. You boo me because not only do you fail to understand what it means, what it takes, to be the only true “Quintessentially English” wrestler in the world today, but you also envy my position, my success, my magnificence, and the blue blood that flows through my muscular English veins.

Nailz: Give me a break! This guy is a total creep!

Beckett: He’s a World Hero!

Julius: For two weeks I should have been smothered with good favour and congratulations for my brilliant success at Shockwave, but instead I have had to endure and suffer the constant probing of morons who simply cannot fathom ‘why’ – why I did what I did, and, in their eyes, ‘robbed’ “The Soul of Philly” TJ of his opportunity. I have been accused of sullying the reputation of this championship, the belt for which I wear around my wait, not to mention being charged with violating the prestige and sanctity of the wrestling contest.

Some vocal members of the audience start up a ‘YOU SUCK’ chant, this then prompts a ‘SOUL OF PHILLY’ chant from others. Julius sneers at this reaction and continues.

Julius: Such allegations are the merely the hot puffs of air of liars, frauds and sanctimonious false prophets. Who are they to commend to the truth to others? What is undeniable is that I elevated this Championship to levels it has never reached before. The match at Shockwave, and its incontrovertible outcome, only consolidated facts that should have been obvious to all except the feeble minded. Namely, that I, Julius Farquhar, am superior to the likes of TJ in all respects.

Nailz: What a crock of bullcrap this is! I saw nothing but the contrary.

Beckett: Pipe down Nailz! I don’t want to hear you bleating on.

Julius: You people will say: ‘but TJ didn’t tap’, well I say I broke that man’s body before the bell was even rung to begin the match. In case you failed to notice, I broke that dastardly villain’s ankle in advance of Shockwave. My physical superiority to his was proven beyond a shadow of doubt, and for much of that match I held TJ in the palm of my hand and I broke him further, little by little. That TJ did not tap is no discredit to my abilities, but merely highlights the folly of a man who dismisses the irrefutable logic of his own senses.

The crowd give Julius more heat, rejecting the argument he presents.

Julius: What I did at Shockwave was to prove, in addition, to TJ that when it comes to our mental capacities he too cannot stand with me. I falsely lulled him into believing he could attain success from a situation that was lost to him before he even knew it had come to pass. I gave TJ a dose of that most potent poison: hope.

A sinister smirk spreads across Julius’ face.

Julius: I led TJ down a path that misled his senses into believing he could really win the Tap Out Championship, but in reality it was never there for him to claim. Shockwave was merely another move in the game I have played with him, the decisive move that demonstrated my complete and total domination of that opponent, and one that finally revealed the terminable position from which no solace could be gleaned.

Julius pauses, then utters one word.

Julius: Checkmate.

Julius bursts into a cackle of a laugh, the crowd throw more abuse his way, but it is like water off duck’s back.

Julius: Oh you people, you can never understand, so let me spell it out for you. Shockwave was not just about the annihilation of one man, but it was a symbolic act of what is in store for Asylum. Shockwave was the first redemptive strike of Quintessentially English justice that has been pleading to break its shackles on this show. It will be remembered as a moment of destiny, the destiny that I am and that I bring, the revelation of that immovable and destructive force of all that is sinister and scandalous: THE QUINTESSENTIALLY ENGLISH EMPIRE!

Nailz: Not this again. This guy is a cheat, a crook, a charlatan!

Julius: For too long everything that is good and wholesome, everything associated with the Quintessentially English, has been hampered in a vile campaign of treachery, deceit and the crudest villainy. How long have I had to endure the folly and the prejudice of lesser minds? TOO LONG! Well it ends here. The line has to be drawn somewhere, AND IT IS BEING DRAWN HERE! I have played the game of you weak minded fools, and I have beaten you at your own game, but still I have been held back. Reginald, TJ, everyone, you think you can pin down and hold me back in the yoke of your pitiful games. What matters now is not the satisfaction of your contingent rules, but that the strong prevail, no matter the cost, because my cause is just, and the end will always justify the means by which strength dominates and weakness is crushed. Now I move the game onto my terms, according to my rules, and day after day, week after week, month after month, I will strike a blow for Quintessentially English justice.

The crowd throw more heat Julius’ way. He smirks.

Julius: And justice was exactly that served to TJ, and Reginald Schmidt, at Shockwave. On that note, please be upstanding for one half of the duo that made this inspiring feat of rebellion against this tyrannous regime possible. I give you the brave revolutionary who made the right call in the name of honour and glory, Mr. Barry Hoskins.

Nailz: It’s that damn crooked referee.

Beckett: Hey! Enough with the slander; this guy is a hero now.

An ‘average joe’ looking fella steps out from behind the curtain to no fanfare, although the crowd are hissing at the very sight of him. Barry Hoskins walks slowly down to the ring, climbs in and is given a vigorous handshake by Julius Farquhar, who then raises Barry’s hand in the air as a symbol of victory.

Julius: I want to take this opportunity to publicly thank Barry Hoskins for his commitment to the “Quintessentially English” cause, as well as congratulate him on his fine judgement. Barry, my dear fellows, has been harshly mistreated by this show’s corrupt and incompetent management. Tell this crowd of knuckle-dragging Neanderthals your heart-wrenching story.

Barry: Well, I’ve been an employee of Reginald Schmidt since the days of IWC. I always tried to do my job the best I could, never complaining even when the occasional wrestler took his rage out on me or my colleagues.

Julius: For shame! Carry on Barry.

Barry: Well, last month I asked Mr. Schmidt for a pay rise, given that my wife had recently become unemployed. To be fair to the man he did offer me a 7% rise, but then Mr. Farquhar came along and said he would pay double what APW did if I came into his serv-

Julius whips the mic away from Barry and fills in.

Julius: What Barry means is that he saw the sword of justice in my hand and he decided to follow my noble crusade. The point Barry is trying to make is that for too long he suffered mistreatment at the hands of Reginald Schmidt.

Barry steps in here.

Barry: Actually, I can’t fault Reg-

Julius: Shut up Barry, this is not your moment. The point is there are plenty of people employed under the banner of Asylum and Reginald Schmidt who are being completely mistreated: people like Barry, people like me. What this movement stands for is the complete opposition to the corruption that continues to tarnish this brand; the kind of corruption that sees people like Johnny Knuckles, Jason Kash and Anthony Bailey given air-time and opportunities that belong to people like me.

Nailz: Please, somebody shut this guy up.

Julius: When I heard of Barry’s plight, I had to come to his aide. That is the sort of guy I am – the kind of guy who helps those in need of Quintessentially English justice. So it was a simple choice for Barry to make, to side with the Quintessentially English Empire against its natural enemy, and all he had to do was see to it that the right call was made at Shockwave and justice would be on his side.

Nailz: This is ridiculous! Julius Farquhar is smugly admitting here that he paid off the referee.

Julius: But my door is never closed; it is open to all who seek the comfort and the protection of the “Quintessentially English Empire”: wrestlers, referees, backstage staff, all are welcome as long as they are prepared to serve the kind of justice I plan.

The crowd start booing again; a smug smirk appears again on the face of Julius Farquhar.

Julius: You can boo all you want, but sooner or later, like TJ, all of your great heroes will realise that you cannot bear the cost it would take to defeat me, that I am beyond your fallacious notions of good and evil, that in my bones I carry a destiny to fulfilment, and when you come to realise all of this you will know that the only answer is to PAY HOMAGE!

“Land of Hope & Glory” hits again, eliciting more booing from the crowd. Julius barely acknowledges it as he exits the ring, Barry Hoskins in tow, and heads back up the ramp.

Nailz: We have just witnessed a sinister and downright psychotic rant from this Englishman who seems to be wholly detached from reality.

Beckett: Whose reality, Nailz? Julius Farquhar is speaking a gospel here. LIBERTY! LIBERTY! LIBERTY!

Nailz: They say for every charlatan there is a madman in tow. But one thing is for sure, Reginald Schmidt will not and should not stand for this. Something has to be done about this wretched Englishman.

Beckett: Freedom from persecution, Nailz, that’s what this is all about. I can smell a new emancipation proclamation on the horizon, signed and delivered by Jules The Farq.

Nailz: You’re an idiot.

The segment ends with the camera focussed on a Julius Farquhar staring at the audience from the top of the ramp with a calculating expression on his face. He lifts the Tap Out Championship belt into the air, turns around and skulks backstage.

Somewhere in a dark arena. There was Stefan sitting in his locker room with his fiancée with him reminding him about the match which was next. He still suffered from a memory loss which happened a week ago and he couldn't remember anything and had to be reminded with a few things more than once. Fizz begins to speak to him.

The Fizz: Your match is next Stefan.

Stefan Raab: Huh what match?

The Fizz: Again I have to tell you this don't I? You are in a tag team match with Yarmouth against Johnny Sykes and Jair Hopkins.

Stefan was confused as no one could see them apart from the cameraman who had nightvision goggles on so he could see what they were up to as it was a better environment for Stefan to talk in.

Stefan Raab: Fizz. You know I forget things all the time as of late.

The Fizz: But not the amount of times I told you about this match. Please keep yourself healthy and fit for the upcoming tag team title match on Thursday as well.

Stefan Raab: Tag team title match? Remind me about that again.

The Fizz: On Overdrive this Thursday. You and Yarmouth have got a shot for the tag team titles against Noble Hart known as Chris Hart and Kurt Noble.

Stefan Raab: Oh OK but my main focus should be on tonight right?

The Fizz: Exactly. Tell me what is that list you got there?

Fizz saw a list of wrestlers that were on Asylum that it seemed like that they were opponents that Stefan wanted to face. Sadly for him Johnny or Jair weren't on the list and she gives the list back to him as he wrote the names down before he lost his memory.

Stefan Raab: These names here are opponents I want to face on Asylum, Fizz. The opponents I would like to face are The Soul Of Philly TJ, Knuckles, Michael Callahan, and Shane Borderland. That's for the future but right now it's time for me to go to the ring and kick these American asses of Johnny Sykes and Jair Hopkins back to where they belong straight to hell.

The Fizz: That's the spirit Stefan. Now come on go out there and show me what you got.

Fizz gives Stefan a kiss on his cheek before saying this.

The Fizz: Good luck out there tonight. Now go and kick butt.

Nailz: Yarmouth and Stefan Raab, the European Invasion, make their Asylum debut next!

Asylum fades to a commercial break.

[biggs]

The crowd in the arena stand up to there feet to get a look at the titantron when it fizz's into life the crowd start to boo loudly when they see Shane West standing there Yarmouth.

Shane: Please welcome my guest at this time none other then one half of The European Invasion and now part of the Asylum roster Yarmouth.

There's a mixed reaction to the crowd some cheering and some booing as Yarmouth walks into camera shot.

Shane: Thanks for having time to talk to me Yarmouth a couple of question's what were you motives for your last match on Meltdown? You appeared to be a little drunk when you arrived on the show and then in the match itself but after all that it seemed you weren't drunk at all.

Yarmouth: That was my plan all along Steve you see I had to give M&M that little bit of hope in thinking they had half a chance with winning the match. Granted they did win in the end but I did get my hands on that bloody Aubrey the beauty parlour bitch so in a way I won the match in my own mind all women are now dead to me.

Shane: You have lost your baby and your girlfriend in all in a couple of weeks how has this effected your concentration for the matches?

Yarmouth: Effected my concentration has it? Hell no I am still the bad ass boom, The ass kicker soon to be the tag team champions of the world with my partner Stefan Raab, You know what they say Steven nice guys finish last? Well this nice guy is turning bad. I don't care about these stupid people in the arena tonight and I don't care about women. This nice guy is just gonna kick ass were ever he goes and it starts with Johnny Sykes & Jair Hopkins in this shit hole of a isle land Honolulu.

The crowd in the arena start to boo loudly and start the you suck chant.

Yarmouth: Johnny Sykes the kid from Pittsburgh, PA the 215lb high flying scum bag who's just gonna get squashed like a fly under my boot. You fella are nothing but a joke of a wrestler. Who do you think you are flying around the ring like that? The only time your gonna be flying around the ring is when I throw you in the air like a rag doll.

Then there's Jair Hopkins the 5 foot 8 inches dwarf heck my dick is bigger then you. You really think that you two have a chance beating against the number one contenders? Think again fella's because me and Stefan are gonna kick the crap out of you two and make no mistake about it we will become the next tag team champions.

The crowd in the arena start to boo loudly as Yarmouth walks of camera with Steve Beckett looking on.

Yarmouth walks down the corridor screaming at anyone in his path a women caterer walks past Yarmouth holding a tray full of coffee for all the stage hands he screams at the women on knocks her tray out of her hands she runs for her life screaming as she goes.

Yarmouth: God damn American ass holes you two think you are so good that you can make a name for yourselves against The European Invasion? Hell no that's just not gonna happen fella's me and Raab are gonna kick the crap out of you just to show the rest of the Asylum roster what we are all about and that is hit hard and win every match were in.

I for one can't wait to get out of this shit hole of a place too many bloody women with there hula hula crap handing out flowers this is just shit and one of the reasons why I hate women so much and you American ass holes are going to pay for it. Me and Stefan are the best thing that happened to Asylum we are going to dominate this place and it starts with you two scum bags.

The crowd in the arena start to boo loudly as Yarmouth walks on down the corridor as the backstage hands run out of his way. The camera cuts to ringside, where Adam Stenfelder is in the ring.

Stenfelder: The following is a Meltdown Alumni Tag Team Match and it's scheduled for One Fall. Introducing first, recently acquired from Meltdown. Please welcome the #1 Contenders to the APW Tag Team Championships! The European Invasion!!

Pyro's go off in United Kingdom and German colours as Yarmouth and Stefan carry the flag that was half United Kingdom and half Germany flag as they go under the ring ropes and do a holdup on each turnbuckle with mixed cheers and boos.

Stenfelder: And their opponents, introducing first. From Pittsburgh, PA! He is "The Original OG Pranksta" JOHNNY Sykes...

"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 his partner for this match is introduced.

Stenfelder: And his opponent. A former member of the Meltdown Roster! "The Great" JAIRRR HOOPPPKINS!!!

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 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. He eyes Sykes as both men give each other some distance.

Beckett: Why is Johnny Sykes even in this match? He was never a Meltdown guy was he?

Nailz: No, I believe he came to Asylum right before Meltdown came about but it doesn't change the depth in this match. Talent has filled the ring and all four of these men have stuff to prove here on Asylum.

Yarmouth and Raab high five each other with crossed arms, Yarmouth exiting the ring so Stefan Raab can start things off. Hopkins and Sykes go back and forth on who will start and Sykes just exits the ring not really caring either way. The bell sounds off and the referee signals for them to get the match started. They lock up, Hopkins is pressed back a few steps before rolling to the back of Raab and shoving him away.

Hopkins rushes at Raab who side steps and pushes Hopkins in the small of his back, sending him faster into the ropes. Hitting the ropes, Hopkins leaps off his feet and snatches Raab by the head as he leans forward thinking to hit a shoulder toss. Raab is snapped back in a diving sleeper slam. Hopkins pops back to his feet and quickly hits a front flipping senton before rolling onto his feet and making the easy tag to Johnny Sykes.

Nailz: These two are showing some quick work of the Top Contenders. Very nice to see Tag Teams coming together to respark the Division.

Beckett: I wouldn't bet on Sykes and Hopkins becoming Teammates. Hopkins likes riding the coat tail of Anthony Bailey anyways. So it'd never work.

Entering the ring with a leap over the top ropes, Johnny Sykes is pumped up and works the crowd as he skips into a big circle and approaches Raab from the opposite side of the ring. Raab throws a solid shot to the gut, again comes the stiff blow. Sykes leaps as another hits his midsection. Raab gets up to his feet and delivers a clobbering overhead punch that drops Sykes. Raab dives and makes the clean tag to Yarmouth and the fans get loud as the big man enters the ring, stepping over the top ropes.

Sykes scoots backwards away from Yarmouth but quickly kicks up and is on his feet, Sykes jumps and twists his body hitting a Spin Wheel Kick that only staggers Yarmouth back a few steps. As Sykes scrambles to his feet, Yarmouth grabs him around the neck from behind. Yarmouth begins to spin around and Sykes comes off his feet as he holds onto the gripping hands of Yarmouth. Releasing the grip, Sykes flies like he'd been done with a Big Swing but this was by his neck. The fans seem to both like and dislike this.

Beckett: The fans aren't sure who to cheer for, talk about swishy washy!

Nailz: The day of "Bad Guys" and "Good Guys" are long in the past. These fans like Wrestling, they like ACTION and we've got that in this Promotion PACKED in like a--

Beckett: WHOA!! We don't use language like that on The Food Network!

Nailz: What? I was gonna say Packed in like a Picnic...You've just got a dirty mind..

Hurting, Sykes pushes up to his knees and looks up at the monster known as Yarmouth. He stands up and nods slowly knowing he's got to go big to bring this big man down. As Yarmouth approaches, Sykes turns and runs up the corner turnbuckles at European Invasion's corner of the ring. Sykes quickly Big Boots Raab and springboards off the big boot, twisting around and hitting Yarmouth with a Springboard Crossbody but Yarmouth catches him. The fans let out an "Ohhhh" at Sykes unlucky break. Yarmouth lifts him up above his head with a Gorilla Press that most have seen from him before.

Next he launches his opponent as far as he can, trying to break some personal best. As Yarmouth approaches the ring ropes, he is surprised as Jair Hopkins comes off the top turnbuckle, soaring across the empty space of the ring and Missile Dropkicks Yarmouth right to the mouth. He stumbles back, drops Sykes and Hopkins helps Sykes up. The two rush Yarmouth and hit a Double Dropkick which takes the big man off his feet and falls through the ropes to the outside. The fans erupt as they show their love for Hopkins and Sykes.

Stefan Raab sneaks in behind his two opponents and grabs Hopkins from behind, quickly snapping back with a Release German Suplex. He folds and bounces off the fold as Sykes turns around and swiftly kicks Raab right in the temple. Stefan Raab goes flat on the canvas and seems to be out cold, Sykes rolls "The Killerplauze" out of the ring and turns around as Yarmouth is stepping over the ropes. He rushes the big man and slides between his legs putting himself to the outside of the ring. Yarmouth begins to turn but Sykes reaches into the ring and yanks at both Yarmouth's legs and trips up the big man. He timbers and crashes into the canvas as Johnny Sykes hurries up to the ring apron and leaps up onto the top turnbuckles.

Nailz: Sykes is upstairs! This could be the finish, he can beat the #1 Contenders!!

Sykes leaps and goes for "Like A Boss" but Yarmouth lifts a knee, catching Sykes right in the cheek. Sykes goes stiff and Yarmouth shoves him off and gets to his feet at the same time Hopkins does. Sykes trips up Yarmouth as he steps over heading towards Hopkins. Yarmouth face palms Hopkins backwards as Sykes rises to his feet and whips a leg kick to Yarmouth's outter thigh.

Another is slapped against the big thigh and Yarmouth soon begins to limp. Sykes jumps and spins around, hitting a Roundhouse Kick to the midsection of Yarmouth and the big man slightly bends forward. Jair Hopkins props himself up onto the top turnbuckle behind Yarmouth and jumps off forward, hitting a reverse Blockbuster, putting Yarmouth into the canvas. The crowd erupts as Sykes and Hopkins take control of the match.

The referee gets control, sending Hopkins back to his corner. Raab climbs from the outside to the ring apron to get in position for a tag. Sykes hits the ropes and goes sky high off his feet, hitting a front flip leg drop to the back of Yarmouth's head and neck. He gets a smile on his face as he gets to his feet and walks backwards staring at Raab as he slaps the hand of Jair Hopkins and tags him in. Hopkins hurries to roll Yarmouth over and make the cover but as soon as the referee slaps down on the canvas, Yarmouth launches Hopkins off him completely.

Nailz: Yarmouth not ready to give this one up! He's still fighting!!

Hopkins gets up and goes for a field goal like kick to Yarmouth but the big man grabs the swinging leg as he himself rises to his feet. Hopkins is lifted by his leg and an open palm to his chest before being tossed hard into the corner turnbuckle near Stefan Raab. Yarmouth makes the tag and holds Hopkins in the corner as Raab enters the ring. Stefan painfully cracks a Knife Edge Chop against Hopkins chest flesh.

Jair Hopkins is leaned over with a hand to his chest as Stefan Raab turns him around and lifts him with an Atomic Drop but places Hopkins on the top turnbuckle. Raab begins to climb to the 2nd ropes and wraps his arms around Hopkin's waist, pulling him to hit a Top Rope German Suplex and Yarmouth seems to be helping a bit on the outside of the ring.

Raab pulls Hopkins off and he flips back but comes down on his feet. Raab having to hurry to his feet isn't prepared for Hopkins to have survived that match. As Raab stands, he is blasted with Knee Smash. The fans get excited, knowing this is the first step towards Hopkin's "OMFG" Finisher. Hopkins lifts Raab up and plants him with a Lifted Inverted DDT. Jair is up and hits the Springboard Moonsault Foot Stomp. The fans eat that shit up.

Beckett: That is almost impossible to even hit, what is this Create A Finisher Mode? It's not a single move, it's 50 wrapped into one...Weakest move on the Asylum Roster, hands down.

Nailz: I think if he heard you say that, you'd find out first how just how badly it hurt..

Yarmouth is entering the ring as soon as the Foot Stomp lands and Hopkins doesn't have time to react as Yarmouth hits him with a tough and rough Big Boot. Sykes flies over the ropes and lands in a sprint right at Yarmouth. He leaps off the canvas and hits Yarmouth with a flying forearm. They both fall back into the turnbuckle in European Invasion's corner.

Yarmouth struggles with Sykes up against him pounding away. The big man manages to shrug off his smaller opponent's attacks and dumps him to the side. Sykes lands to the ring apron to the outside as Yarmouth pushes out from the corner and rushes at the rising Jair Hopkins, going for a vicious Big Boot but Hopkins rolls under it. Yarmouth turns around in a hurry to find Johnny Sykes up on the top ropes and he takes to the air like an Airline.

Yarmouth tries to react but Sykes comes in sharply with a Missile Dropkick that drops Yarmouth. Sykes pops back up and hurries up to the top ropes at the other side of the ring. He doesn't waste time and comes off, hitting a Corkscrew Shooting Star Press he calls "Like A Boss". Hopkins covers Raab who is still laid out. The referee falls and makes the count.

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3!

Stenfelder: Your Winners, Johnny Sykes and Jair Hopkins!!!

Nailz: Wow, what a match between these four men! What a showing from Johnny Sykes and Jair Hopkins, congratulations!

Beckett: I hate to say it but maybe these two deserve the shot at the Tag Champions? They did just earn a victory over the current Contenders..One could argue that. Doesn't mean I like either of them but maybe?

"Like A Boss" begins to play as the referee raises Jair Hopkins arm in victory. Sykes gets to his feet and gets his hand raised as well. The two men hesitate but give each other dabs for their part in the victory and go back to raising their hands and celebrating their big victory.

[biggs]

We cut to backstage where we see “The Soul of Philly” TJ in the midst of a rage-filled rampage, throwing anything not bolted down across the hallway, frightening the make-up artists and some of the stage hands. He grabs the catering table and flips it over, prompting the caterer to run up to him.

Caterer: YOU RUINED ALL MY HARD WORK! I SPENT HOURS UPON HOURS TO MAKE THE PERFECT MEALS FOR YOU WRESTLERS!

TJ turns to the man, who seems to soil himself, and approaches him. He backs the caterer into a wall and looks down on him.

TJ: You wanna talk about hard work being ruined? You wanna talk about spending hours and hours, days and days, to make something perfect? You don’t understand what just happened. See in that ring, I was screwed out of a title reign. How? Jules just divulged that he had the ref in his back pocket the whole time. So explain to me how your work was ruined?

Caterer: Ah…um….I…

:TJ!

TJ turns to the source of the voice, allowing the caterer leave the area in a hurry. The source of the voice turns out to be the General Manager of Asylum, Reginald Schmidt, with his assistant Bambi trailing shortly behind him.

Schmidt: Look Mister, I understand your frustration and I echo it.

TJ: I don’t think you do.

Schmidt: Oh? You think that Julius buying a ref to ensure a victory doesn’t make me like a fool? Doesn’t undermined me?

TJ: Hey, look, I’m not really thinking straight right now. I had that win. You saw it. The crowd saw it. It’s on the PPV replay, which you can order at anytime on your local ppv provider. But hurry now, while the replay is still available.

TJ points to the camera and winks

TJ: But here I stand, without the Tap Out title.

Schmidt: And I’m here to correct that, Mister. As General Manager, I have the right to reverse any match result I feel needs to be reversed. The evidence is abundant and clear, you beat Julius. You forced him to tap out. And you lost due to a crooked ref and Julius’ plan to keep the title around his waist. For that reason, I’m stripping Julius of the title and awarding you the Tap Out champion.

The crowd roars at the announcement as TJ nods his head and smiles. Bambi claps with glee behind Reginald.

Nailz: What news!

Beckett: He’s out of control! He can’t do that.

TJ: Thanks Reginald, I appreciate it.

: There is scandal afoot! I hear some villain wishes to strip me of what belongs to me.

We find Julius Farquhar, the now former Tap Out champion, with his latest associate, Barry Hoskins.

Farquhar: And, pray, do explain why I was not consulted during this obvious ‘whitewash’?

Schmidt: You weren’t needed.

Farquhar: I guess you will not be needed in court when I seek litigation for yet another unjust punishment against me.

Schmidt: Is that a threat?

Julius smirks.

Farquhar: Threats are for losers like this man you seem intent on buttering up, and the hussy behind you.

TJ steels himself and takes a step towards Jules, who quickly puts some distance between himself and his foe, only for Reginald to place an arm across TJ to bar the way and prevent a physical altercation.

Farquhar: I see no reason to involve the courts if my victory at Shockwave is properly recognised. I did beat TJ after all.

TJ: HA!

Farquhar: The official ruling is that I won. I retained my title. You lost. Only another corrupt judgement by Reginald here could change that.

TJ: Look, you couldn’t beat me in a street match. You couldn’t beat me after you broke my ankle. You couldn’t make me tap out after every attack you made. You couldn’t make me tap out during our match. You ripped my brace off and applied the ankle lock to my injured ankle and I never tapped out. I don’t think I lost.

Julius holds up the Tap Out Title.

Farquhar: This says otherwise.

Schmidt rips the title out of Julius hands and hands it over to TJ. TJ shakes his head.

Schmidt: TJ. It’s yours now.

Now it’s Julius’ attempt to look angry, he makes a grab for the title, but Reginald switches it to his other hand.

Julius: This is villainy of the most outrageous kind! That belt is mine! I will take this to the Supreme Court if I have to.

Reginald offers the belt to TJ, but ‘The Soul’ shakes his head.

TJ: Not this way. I mean, I know I can beat Julius, I’ve done it twice. I know he knows that and that’s why he’s threatening a lawsuit, which is the last thing you need right now. So what I’m suggesting is another match, me vs Jules, for the Tap Out Championship.

Julius: Have you not learnt yet that there is nothing you can do to beat me? But if you want me to make you tap out all over again, well the folly is yours.

TJ: Fool, you couldn’t get me to say, “I give up” let alone actually tap the mat.

Julius: I bet I could.

Schmidt: Then prove it.

Julius: Excuse me?

Schmidt: There is a match that will allow you to prove it all, that you can beat TJ, that you could get him to say “I give up”, that you truly deserve to hold that title. If you are sure that you want this TJ, I’m making TJ vs Julius at One Night In Hell for the Tap Out Championship, an ‘I Quit’ Match.

The crowd roars again as TJ smiles and Julius shakes his head.

Julius: No. This is unfair.

Schmidt: You could either lose your title with no fighting it or you could fight for your title.

TJ: Stop being a puss. You worried that your little crony will be unable to help you out?

Julius: I can beat you. I will beat you.

TJ and Julius come face to face, almost coming to blows, but Reginald gets in between them.

Schmidt: Save it for later. TJ you’re match is next, and Julius, I’d advise you to get ready, because yours is after his.

TJ stands there as Julius motions to his entourage as he bumps TJ on his way to the back. TJ looks back at his One Night In Hell opponent and snorts as he walks towards the ring, leaving Schmidt to give a sigh of relief as he walks towards his office with Bambi.

[biggs]

We return to the arena as the crowd pipes down. 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 former APW Pro Life Champion Michael Callahan himself. The smug Republican struts out before a packed audience. Cameras flash all across the arena as everyone tries to get a decent shot of the self-proclaimed “American Hero”, his arrogant smirk almost the size of the arena.

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a twenty minute time limit and is a Extreme Elimination Chamber qualifying match. Introducing first, from Kelso, Washington and weighing in at 218 pounds. He is the American Hero and your duly elected wrestling representative, Michael Callahan!

Nailz: The former champ doesn’t seem as down as he has previously due to the loss at Shockwave
Beckett: Michael is a professional. He knows he’s not going to win all the time. He’s crushed but he’s got a chance to go for the World title. Only an idiot wouldn’t make the most of this chance.

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 is 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, looking out to the crowd 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. 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. TJ leans back and roars as the crowd goes wild.

Stenfelder: And introducing his opponent, from Philadelphia, PA and weighing at 285 pounds, he is “THE SOUL OF PHILLY!” TJ!

Nailz: And this man, despite your beliefs, should be the Tap Out Champion as we learned earlier, Julius Farquhar had the ref in his back pocket.
Beckett: Should be, could be, or would be, it doesn’t matter. What is reality is Farquhar pulled one over Schmidt and TJ. And the fact he’s was given a lose-lose ultimatum is ridiculous. I fully support Farquhar in his cause.

TJ walks down to the ring still feeling the effects on his ankle 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. He turns back around to see Callahan sprint towards him, throwing his own body into TJ’s pushing the big man into the corner. Callahan grabs the injured right ankle and wraps it around the bottom rope as TJ tries to fight him off. The ref pulls Callahan off of TJ and sends back to his corner, warning to disqualify Callahan if he doesn’t. Callahan obliges and the ref checks on TJ asking him if he can go. TJ nods and the ref rings the bell.

Extreme Elimination Chamber Qualifier

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Michael Callahan vs TJ

As soon as the ref signals, Callahan attacks the ankle with a low drop kick to TJ’s knee, forcing the big man down to his size. Callahan then continues his assault with rapid, light attacks keeping his bigger opponent off balance. During the assault, Callahan focuses on keeping the big man down, going high when “The Soul of Philly” was on level ground with the former champ. Periodically, Callahan delivers several stomps the injured ankle, forcing TJ to grab for it, leaving his upper body open for attacks. Callahan quickly goes for The Victory Lock, locking it in for a few moments, but to hold it for long thanks to some hard elbow shots to the temple, Callahan relinquishes the hold.

Nailz: Very unlike Callahan, normally a slow starter, he’s very quickly trying to get this match over with.
Beckett: The longer this match goes, the more it favors TJ because he’s a bigger guy. Believe it or not, most times, a match that goes long helps the harder hitter and TJ’s one of the hardest hitters we got, whether I like it or not.
Nailz: Wow, you just complimented TJ, are you alright?
Beckett: He’s all muscle no brain, need an example, go see Shockwave.

The blows only stop Callahan for a short time as he’s back on the attack, knocking TJ back down to size. With TJ down to a knee, Callahan wraps his arm around TJ’s head and delivers a sickening DDT, Callahan goes for the pin as soon as impact.

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TJ kicks out, forcing Callahan to go back on the strategy of low and high attacks. Callahan hits TJ with a leg drop after a smashing TJ’s knee into the mat and locks in a single leg boston crab on his right leg, pulling on the ankle more than a normal single leg, forcing more pain on TJ’s ankle. TJ is able to make his way to the bottom rope and breaks up the hold. Callahan lets go, as demanded by the ref, as TJ grabs his ankle near the ropes. Callahan stomps on TJ’s ankle and, using the bottom rope as a spring, Callahan jumps up and drops his knee across the neck of TJ. He pulls TJ away from the ropes and goes for a pin.

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Nailz: Close call right there. Callahan almost had that one.
Beckett: That knee was very effective because of where Callahan placed it. Right across the neck effectively took away oxygen.

As TJ attempts to get his breath back, Callahan goes back for another single leg boston crab, locking it in the middle of the ring. TJ is able to power himself to the ropes again, forcing Callahan to break it before the ref’s five count. Callahan kicks TJ in the back of the head several times before going for his ankle once again. But unlike previous times, TJ is able to fight Callahan off by kicking Callahan in the head from his back, forcing Callahan almost all the way back across the ring. TJ gets up as Callahan charges him from across the ring. TJ delivers a right hand that drops Callahan as TJ palms his opponent’s face like a basketball to pick him back up and throws him into a corner. Once in the corner, TJ powers his hips into the midsection of Callahan, folding him up. Once folded, TJ grabs Callahan and throws him over his head like an empty keg. Callahan lands in the opposite corner and grabs the ropes to pull him up. TJ shakes his ankle and sprints towards the corner, crushing Callahan in between the corner and his body. He backs up out of the corner and lifts Callahan’s body on his shoulders, into position for a P.o.D. The crowd groans as another referee comes running down the ramp. TJ sees the ref out of the corner of his eye and knows who it is as he as he drops Callahan off his shoulder.

Nailz: Its that Barry Hoskins! Julius Farquhar’s newest associate! He has no right to be here!
Beckett: Maybe he’s gonna replace this ref. This schlub in the ring counts to three as fast as a toddler.
Nailz: Schlub?

Barry Hoskins gets close to the ring, but stays on the floor as TJ yells at him. The ref gets out of the ring to send Barry to the back, and as he does, Julius Farquhar comes into the ring and stands in the corner. TJ turns around and sees him and charges. Julius ducks out of the corner and TJ stops himself. As he turns around, he gets hit with a Landslide Election by Michael Callahan as Julius disappears into the crowd. The ref slides into the ring without knowing what happened as Callahan pins TJ.

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Winner: Michael Callahan[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is you winner, Michael Callahan!

A graphic saying that Callahan has qualified for the Extreme Elimination Chamber appears on the bottom of the screen as Callahan raises his hands in the air.

Nailz: Again, Julius and this Barry Hoskins man screw TJ out of a win.
Beckett: Why is about TJ losing? Our representative, Michael Callahan, is now in the Extreme Elimination Chamber match for the World Title! He’s going to finally have the power to clean up Asylum once and for all!
Nailz: Congratulations are in order for Callahan, but one has to wonder how TJ will react to this.

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Stenfelder: The following contest is a Champion vs. Champion match, and is scheduled for one fall!

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

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 230 pounds, from Houston, Texas, he is the APW Suicidal Champion, Jason Kash!

Nailz: Jason Kash won the then APW Pro-Life Championship in a grueling Fatal Four Way Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Match, and once he won it, he reverted it back to the Suicidal Championship we all know and love!

Beckett: Don't get me wrong, I really like Michael Callahan for the most part, but I sure am glad to see the Title back to where it belongs, and that is Suicidal!

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 Suicidal Championship Belt into the air as the fans roar their cheers.

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. He waves the flag around and walks to the ring ignoring the insults being hurled at him or any attempts to touch him.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, weighing in at 228 pounds, from Windsor, England, he is the APW Tap Out Champion, “Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar!

Nailz: Julius retained his title by dubious means at the pay per view, but he did leave Shockwave as the champion.

Beckett: So you're saying you'd rather a hoodlum like TJ holds the belt rather than a dignified, classy gentleman like Julius Farquhar!? You're uncivilized!

Farquhar is inside the ring, waving the flag around. He climbs onto each turnbuckle and waves the cross of St. George to all corners, before discarding it and preparing to face his opponent. The ref hands both title belts off the Stenfelder before calling for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Non-Title Match
Jason Kash vs. “Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar

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The two men go to lock up in the middle of the ring, but after a brief time locked up, Julius releases and takes a step back, acting like he's disgusted to be wrestling Jason Kash. The fans boo Julius, as Kash just mocks the Englishman, sticking his tongue out through the gap in his teeth. This seems to offend Julius, who looks even more disgusted than before. Kash motions for Julius to come at him, and it looks like Julius will comply, but instead, he pulls back at the last moment!

Nailz: What the heck is Julius trying to do here? This is a wrestling match for crying out loud!

Beckett: He's trying to goad Kash into rushing in and making a mistake. It's actually a really great, if unpopular, strategy!

Julius continues the stall tactics for the better part of two minutes, until Kash has finally had enough of it, and he charges right at Jules! He takes Farquhar down with a Running STO, and follows up quickly with a quick Leg Drop across the throat of Julius! Kash keeps the pressure up with a series of quick strikes, and eventually, he clotheslines Julius over the top rope to the floor! As Julius slowly makes his way up, he forms his hands into a “T,” signaling for a time out!

Nailz: There's no time outs in wrestling!

Kash is having none of it, and begins to step out onto the apron, but Julius quickly grabs a hold of his leg, pulling it out from under him, sending Kash falling hard first onto the apron and then the floor! From here, Julius puts his hands on the apron and begins to stomp Kash hard, rolling him back into the ring and sliding back in himself before the count reaches 10. Julius slows the match to a crawl, wearing down Kash with several submission holds and slow deliberate strikes. Eventually, Julius backs Kash into the corner, and pummels him with a series of 5 English Uppercuts, giving Kash time to think about it between each one! He then grabs a hold of Kash's head and runs to the ropes, jumping up for a Springboard Tornado DDT with an extra snap on the DDT portion, nailing the English DDT! He goes for the first cover of the match, 1
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Beckett: He just spiked Kash's head into the mat with that move, but it's going to take more than that to keep Kash down!

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Beckett: What a beautiful maneuver!

Unfortunately for Julius, looks aren't everything, and Kash rolls out of the way just in the nick of time, causing Julius to crash chest first into the mat! Kash is the first to his feet, as Julius lays on the mat, clutching his chest in pain!

Nailz: They're called high risk moves for a reason, folks!

The fans are behind Kash as he pulls the dazed Englishman up and delivers a thunderous DomeBuster! A loud “U.T.I! U.T.I!” chant gets going, as Kash stalks Julius, motioning for him to get up! As the Tap Out Champ rises to his feet, Kash runs in to grab him for the UTI, but sidesteps Kash at the last moment! Kash turns around, only to receive a quick Hiptoss from Julius that sends Kash landing on his butt, jarring his tailbone, and Julius is quick to run towards the ropes and nail Kash with the Pay Homage!

Nailz: He may have just knocked Kash out cold with that Stiff Shining Wizard he calls the Pay Homage!

Beckett: Pin him and pay him!

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Winner: Julius Farquhar[/center]

“Pomp & Circumstance” hits the PA as the ref raises Julius' arm in victory. The fans are booing loudly as Julius smugly parades around the ring, waving at them as if he were royalty!

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Julius Farquhar!

Beckett: A huge win for the Tap Out Champion here tonight! Jason Kash won't be happy about this one when he wakes up!

Nailz: That was as competitive as a match that I have seen in an APW wrestling ring! These two went for the better part of 25 minutes, back and forth. Julius just barely won this one by the skin of his teeth!

Beckett: This one truly could have gone either way!

The fans continue to boo as Julius exits the ring and begins to rummage beneath it, pulling out his 3lb Grays-Nicolls 'Legend' Cricket Bat! Julius has an arrogant smirk on his face as he rolls back into the ring, and measures up a recovering Jason Kash.

Nailz: Oh come on! This match is over! This is uncalled for!

Beckett: Julius wants to send a message to the rest of APW that he's not to be trifled with!

Julius winds up with the Cricket Bat as Kash begins to make his way back up, but as Julius swings, Kash ducks the blow, gives him a quick kick to the gut, and quickly runs past Julius, grabbing him on the way down for a UTI! The crowd pops as Kash picks up the cricket bat and raises it high in the air!

Nailz: Kash looks like he may be getting some revenge here!

Beckett: Oh, so if Julius does it, it's a crime, it's wrong! But if Kash does it, it's a-ok! What a double standard!

After a few moments, Julius groggily starts to get up, but when he sees the bat, he quickly rolls out of the ring! Kash takes a wild swing at him, trying to at least connect, but Julius heads up the ramp, pointing to his head to signify that he outsmarted Jason Kash. The fans begin to cheer loudly as TJ runs in from the back, and grabs Julius from behind, running him right back to the ring and throwing him in so Kash can clock him right between the eyes! “Houston” begins to play as Kash raises the Cricket Back again!

Nailz: Julius may have won the match, but thanks to TJ, Kash gets the last laugh!

Beckett: This is malarkey! TJ had no business coming out here! The match was over!

APW Asylum goes to commercial break with Kash tossing the Cricket Bat down and leaving Julius out cold in the ring!

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Returning from commercial break, Shane West stands in front of an APW backdrop with an enthused smile on his dimpled face as he prepares himself mentally to conduct another one of his famous interviews. As the cameras start rolling though we see that Shane currently doesn't have a guest with him.

Shane West: You're joining me live backstage and I'm just looking for- wait, where is he?

Shane beckons the camera to follow him as he walks along the corridor and to a curtained off area where a raucuous game of poker is being played by the production crew of the Asylum brand who're taking a well earnt break from their duties. Amongst their rank is the usually unamicable Michael Callahan with a mountain of chips almost stacked high enough to hide him from the rest of the players. As he shuffles a pack of cards he recalls an amusing anecdote to everyone else, including one Jade Kemp who he met at Shockwave clinging onto his every word.

Michael Callahan: And then I said, “fiscal responsibility”? There's nothing responsible about you!

The group roars a unanimous laughter of approval at Michael Callahan. Genuine, hearty amusement at his story. He hasn't bribed these people to his friends. It seems like these guys actually genuinely like him. Sitting next to him, Jade nudges his bicep in her fit of laughter and then turns to the rest of the group.

Jade Kemp: Oh my Gosh, you're so funny Michael. See? I told you guys he's alright.

Camera Guy: Yeah, you're telling us. Deal us a hand Mike, I'm not letting you leave with all those chips in your pocket.

Callahan starts to hand the cards out one after another to each of the players, confident that this'll be another good hand for the wrestling representative.

Michael Callahan: Alrightalrightalright, so anyway. I was travelling in Vegas when-

With a raspy clear of his throat, Shane West grabs their attention but not in the way he'd hoped. An awkward silence befalls the entire group and a myriad of blank faces stare right back at him making him feel rather uneasy.

Shane West: Ahem, excuse me Michael? Sir? I was just wondering if I could get a quick word. You've just solidified your place in the Asylum main event as one of six men entering the Extreme Elimination Chamber, you've got a world title opportunity ahead of you. Tell me, what do you have to say?

Michael Callahan: I told you once and I'll tell you again Shane. Now is the best time ever to be a constituent of the duly elected wrestling representative. I don't condone glory hunting by any stretch Shane, like people from Boston who just so happen to support the New York Giants because... “their grandpa supported them”. Yeah, ain't that right Dale?

Although quite a personal bern, Dale the lighting guy actually likes Callahan enough to be able to take it in jest and with a sip of his beer fires an equally barbed reply.

Dale the Lighting Guy: Fuck you Mike. Just because your Redskins haven't won anything in about fifty years.

Michael Callahan: We won the superbowl in 1991 Dale, that's recently enough given how little funding we get. In any case Shane, as I was saying my stock is only increasing and if you wanna trade in your Sally Talfourd merch to get some of the brand new “CALLAHAN CALLAHAN 2012 AND FOREVER” t-shirts from APWshop.com then now is definitely the time ot do so. I've said it since the start that I'm a top flight wrestler that's going to redefine what it means to be in this industry. Pro Life may be dead but the resounding message I preach is not... and that is that Michael Callahan is here to stay and he's bringing change with him.

Shane West: Do you feel you have what it takes to beat Anthony Bailey? I mean you've established twice now that you can beat Sally Talfourd both-

The content smirk on Callahan's face vanishes into a puzzled expression. He raises a hand to silence the knowledge hungry interviewer, stopping him dead in his tracks with a dismissive wave. All eyes fall upon Callahan as he slowly stands up from the table.

Michael Callahan: This... this interview is over.

Watching as Callahan leaves the poker table, Shane can only stew in uncertainty as he ponders Callahan's sudden disappearance. The eyes of his new-found friends lock onto the sometimes uncouth interviewer, staring daggers into him and making him all the more uneasy.

Shane West: Was it something I said? What-....

Stenfelder: The following match is scheduled for one fall….

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: Two weeks after coming up short at Shockwave, here comes the legendary Sally Talfourd and she does not look happy!

Beckett: Of course she doesn‘t because once again she FAILED to capture glory. Sally Talfourd is yesterday‘s news. Now, she‘s nothing more than a novelty with a pretty face!

#SIMPLY F'N PUT!

A recorded voice comes over the loud speaker and "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple blasts over the PA. Johnny Rebel comes out in a gold robe shimmering in the lights. "SIMPLY PUT" is written in silver on the back. His blonde goatee is neatly trimmed and blonde hair is freshly cut; his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.

#IT'S TIME TO PRAY THE PRICE!

Stenfelder: And her opponent, weighing in at 234 pounds and hailing from Chicago Illinois. He is Simply Put JOHNNY REBEL!

The crowd has come unglued in their hatred for Rebel. He gets to the ring and pulls a camera man down to the ground and on all fours as Rebel uses him as a stepping stone to get in the ring. He takes off his robe to reveal his gold tights and tasseled white boots. He poses on the second turnbuckle with both hands held high.

Beckett: And here comes the man hell bent on REARRANGING that pretty face of hers. Tell me something Nailz….this man has beaten Anthony Bailey TWICE…. Where‘s his title shot?

Nailz: That‘s actually a good point you bring up there……WHAT IS HE DOING?

Before the bell has a chance to ring, Rebel is charging at Sally Talfourd who has her backed turned. She suspects something and sides steps as Johnny goes crashing against the ropes. Sally goes on the offensive, but Rebel grabs her by her hair and whips her over the top rope onto the apron. Sally holds onto his head and pulls him over. They both exchange punches on the apron until they lose their footing and both go crashing to the ground on the outside in a clump.

Johnny Rebel vs. Sally Talfourd

Beckett: That‘s right Rebel, PUT HER IN HER PLACE!

Nailz: Johnny Rebel not waiting for the bell here, going strait after Sally and it didn‘t quite work out the way he wanted it too.

The battle starts off fast and furiously on the outside while the Ref is left counting. Sally rips off a series of high impact kicks including a huge Drop kick that sends Rebel into the barricade in a seated position. She caps it off by hitting a running knee lift to his face. As the ref’s count reaches 8, she rolls in and out of the ring to break the count. But this gives Johnny the time needed as he tosses her shoulder first into the ring post. He repeatedly slams her head of the apron to boos and jeers from the fans. He scoops her up and rams her back first into the post. Then again and again. He then rolls her onto the apron and finishes off with a big boot to the head before rolling in to the ring at a 9 count. Sally rolls on the mat in pain, holding her back and head as Rebel stares at her like some wounded prey. He pulls her to her feet and hit’s a Gutwrench Powerbomb! He makes an early cover.

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Nailz: Sally Talfourd seems to be taken completely off guard by Rebel‘s aggressive nature this early in the match and it almost cost her a victory!

Beckett: Clearly, Johnny wants to make a statement right here and now! And he‘s using a future hall of famer to do it!

Rebel watches as Sally tries to crawl to her feet. Every time she gets close he unleashes with a hard kick to the ribs laughing at her as the fans boo loudly. The fourth time she tries to get up, he goes for the big punt, but she rolls onto her back and brings her foot up hard into his crotch! Johnny is stunned and in pain as Sally hops to her feet, grabs Johnny and hit’s a Facebreaker DDT on him making the quick cover.

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Sally gets to her feet still holding her back and scowls down at Johnny Rebel. She crouches as Johnny pulls himself up in the corner. She charges at him with a full head of steam, but he spins out of the way. She manages to catch herself and turns to a charging johnny. She ducks his clothesline and shoves him hard sending him up over the turnbuckle and his arm colliding with the steel post! In the meantime, "Bad Boy" Shane Borderland comes strolling down the entrance ramp and slowly stalks both competitors around the ring.

Beckett: What is she doing? She could have broken his arm!

Nailz: The real question is what in the world is Shane Borderland doing ringside? He has no business being here!

Sally grabs his arm and hit’s a single Arm DDT on him. She pulls him in the middle of the ring and goes to work on his arm. After a couple leg drops to the arm and shoulder, a few quick arm ringers, she whips off the ropes and hit’s a hard baseball slam into the arm that sends Rebel rolling on the mat holding his arm and looking for safety. Sally doesn’t let up though as she pulls him to his feet in the corner. She delivers a few hard chops to the chest of Rebel before grabbing his arm and pulling him down to the mat locking in a fujiwar armbar. She wrenches back hard as Rebel screams in pain. The ref is there asking if he wants to give up, but he simply flips him off and spits in his face. Meanwhile Sally pulls with all her might, almost trying to snap the arm of Rebel. Rebel twists and turns his body until he’s near the ropes. He reaches out with one last desperate attempt and gets A Hold OF THE ROPE!

Beckett: OK OK! Let go, Let go!

Nailz: Sally utilizes the full 5 count here given by the Ref. She seems to be doing everything possible to take Johnny‘s arm out of this equasion.

Sally pulls at Rebel’s injured arm, getting him away from the ropes and pulls him up to his feet. But Rebel comes with a thumb to Sally’s eye, grabs her hair and pulls her down hard with her upper back going across his knee! The crowd boos as Rebel shakes his arm, trying to get some feeling back into it. He pulls Sally up with one good arm and drops her with a backbreaker across his knee. He pulls her up again and drops her for a second time, and then a third back breaker as he rolls her off to the ground, Sally favoring her back. Rebel is up on the second rope and comes off with an elbow drop to her injured back. HE then grabs her head and leg, places his knee in her back and pulls back hard. The ref is there to see if Sally wants to give up. She shakes her head but Rebel just pulls back harder as he smiles and screams “JUST GIVE UP SALLY!” as he wrings her around like a rag doll! He finally lets go of the hold and picks her up for a snap suplex using only his good arm. He hits another and then rolls her onto her front as he comes off the ropes with a HUGE double stomp to her back. He pulls her back up again shoves her into the ropes and hit’s a spinning spine buster in the middle of the ring. He holds his bad arm, trying to shake it off again before making the cover.

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Beckett: He’s got her right where he wants her now! This match is OVER!

Nailz: NEVER count Sally Talfourd out of a match, no matter how bleek it looks!.

Rebel shouts to the fans and tells them it’s over. He pull her up and hooks her for the PUTDOWN. HE goes to lift her, but instead ends up letting go and favoring his arm as pain shoots through it. Sally sees an opportunity and springs off the ropes and hit’s a springboard bulldog on Rebel planting him face first in the ring. The crows cheers loudly as Sally hit’s a spinning wheel kick on a rising Rebel, and then a huge Leg Lariat, finally keeping him down. Sally stands up and takes a bit of a breather, still favoring her back. She then pulls Rebel to his feet and hit’s a Corkscrew neck breaker!

Nailz: THE DANGERZONE! Sally just planted him down in the middle of this ring and things are looking up!

Sally covers

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Sally slaps the mat thinking she had him and then plays to the crowd who cheers for her loudly. Sally takes her position and waits for Rebel to begin to get up. She then goes for the Happy Ending. She connects….NO! Rebel caughter her in mid air and SLAMS HER DOWN HARD with a power slam!

Beckett: YES! And Rebel outsmarts the Magician AGAIN!

Nailz: What a counter, but I think that was more out of desperation as Rebel is down on the mat as well, exhausted and barely moving just clinging to his arm.

Both megastars try to gain composure in the ring, as Shane Borderland has finally made his presence known in the match and up on the apron drawing the referee to come over. Borderland ties the referee up and eventually shoves him backwards, rolling over, and landing in the corner using both arms to cover his face. Shane grabs a chair from outside and slowly gets in the ring, standing over a downed Johnny Rebel. Meanwhile, the crowd goes crazy as APW World Heavyweight Champion, Anthony Bailey, comes sprinting down the ramp and slides in to the ring to go nose to nose with Borderland.

Beckett: Business is starting to pick up here! Bailey wants this match to be played under fair rules and without interruption from Shane Borderland! This is for a spot in the Elimination Chamber after all!

Nailz: Oh, get out of here with that nonsense! Bailey doesn't want to see Rebel in the chamber anymore than Borderland wants to see Sally!

While Bailey and Borderland continue to jaw at one another, Rebel is the first to reach his feet. Anthony rips the chair away from Borderland, and Shane ducks a wild swing from "The Promise." Bailey waits for Borderland to turn around for another shot, but Shane ducks again, and the force of the chair carries Bailey through and cracks Rebel across the forehead. The momentum carries "Simply Put" backwards in to the waiting arms of Sally Talfourd, who sends him backwards with a belly-to-back suplex, and bridges with Rebel's shoulders on the mat. The referee takes a second to gain his composure but sees Sally in a pinning combination and makes the slow count.

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Stenfelder: Here is your winner, via pinfall, Sally Talfourd!


Sally celebrates in the ring, as Bailey and Borderland are still jawing at one another from across the outside of the ring. However, in the midst of Sally with her hands raised, the referee slams her hands down.

Beckett: What's happening? The referee is saying that Sally's shoulders were down as well, and he was counting with Rebel in prime position!

Meanwhile, another referee comes sprinting down the aisle, and begins debating with the referee in the ring. They show a replay on the big screen which reveals both Sally and Rebel's shoulders were pinned down to the mat. The two referees stare at one another with their arms outstretched and neither man willing to make a declaration for a winner.

Nailz: Someone has to win this match, who's going to go on to the Chamber?

[biggs]

Asylum comes back on the air with Reginald Schmidt seated at his desk, with Bambi rubbing his shoulders. He looks extremely stressed.

Reginald: I don't know what I'm going to do, Bambi! I mean there's no clear winner for the Sally Talfourd vs. Johnny Rebel match, and what's worse, there was interference! This is a mess!

Bambi continues to rub Reginald's shoulders as he sighs and wipes his eyes.

Bambi: Maybe you could put them both in the Chamber. Seeing as how Bailey and Borderland both got involved, they should both feel repercussions from it.

Reginald: And here I thought I hired you for your good looks! That's a great idea! I could kiss you right about now, Bambi!

Bambi: No you can't. That'd be grounds for a sexual harassment lawsuit!

Bambi lets off a playful giggle.

Reginald: You joker you!

The camera cuts back to ringside.

Nailz: Well folks, we found out the answer to our question that we had the break, and now, the Extreme Elimination Chamber has been filled out! Anthony Bailey will defend the APW World Heavyweight Championship against Sally Talourd, Shane Borderland, Phil Atken, Michael Callahan, and Johnny Rebel!

Beckett: That's if Bailey successfully defends against Borderland tonight!

Stenfelder: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the Action Packed Wrestling WORLD Heavyweight CHAMPIONSHIP!

The audience roars at the announcement and the camera pans wildly around the Neil S. Blaisdell Arena, where thousands in attendance hoist up signs with most showing their support for “The Promise” Anthony Bailey, though a very vocal minority wave their Shane Borderland signs proudly on display for the cameras.

Stenfelder: Introducing first, the challenger, from San Diego, California...

The crowd boos before the music even hits, already aware of the name of the man coming down to the ring. As the lights dim throughout the arena, red strobe lights start shining everywhere as the sound of "Wanted Man" by Rev Theory blairs through the arena. Shane Borderland slowly comes out behind the curtain and stops when he reaches the top of the ramp and looks throughout the crowd. He raises his arms up in the air as the crowd boo’s him.

Stenfelder: Weighing in at two-hundred and forty-three pounds, he is the ‘Bad Boy’ Shane Borderland!

He starts walking down the ramp looking side to side at the crowd. He jumps up on the apron, and turns an looks at the crowd and shakes his head. He goes through the middle rope and hops up on the turnbuckle and extends his arms, then he jumps off the turnbuckle.

Beckett: Listen to Hawaii. They HATE Borderland.

Nailz: I’m not really too surprised. Sally Talfourd is popular worldwide. Borderland screwed up at Shockwave... What he did was out of line and these people in Honolulu are letting him know it.

As Borderland’s music dies down he shakes his head, muttering as he observes the raucous fans on each side of the arena. A dueling “YOU SUCK!” and “We Want Bailey!” chant begins. The camera briefly focuses on a quartet of young girls in the front row that boo Borderland at the top of their lungs-- each of them sporting a pro-Talfourd tee.

Nailz: Mr. ‘Bad Boy’ should feel lucky that these barricades exist.

Stenfelder: And his opponent...

Seemingly everybody in the audience jumps to their feet in ovation, in anticipation of the World Heavyweight Champion’s arrival. Borderland begins to pace back and forth in the ring, nearly salivating at the opportunity.

Beckett: Borderland’s ready. THOSE look like the eyes of a future World Heavyweight Champ.

The crowd erupts explosively 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 World Title around his waist, steps out from behind the curtain slowly.

Stenfelder: From Tampa, Florida, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds... He is the APW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... ‘The Promise’ Anthony Baaaaailey!

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. The music fades and the referee holds the title up for all sides of the audience to see exactly what the two are fighting for.

Beckett: For those that missed it, or haven’t seen the replay a thousand times between commercial bumpers tonight, Shane Borderland is the reason Anthony Bailey is the champion right now.

Nailz: Cut it out. You know that’s not even true.

Beckett: You’re right. A dozen lumberjacks are the reason he’s champ. Shane’s the reason he retained.

Nailz: Haaaa, you’re ridiculous.

Main Event
World Heavyweight Championship
Shane Borderland vs Anthony Bailey ©

Borderland grins across the ring at Bailey as the bell rings-- but Bailey wastes no time running forward and delivering a hard shot to Borderland’s midsection. Shane’s eyes widen and Bailey lights him up with several knife-edged chops across the chest, backing him up against the ropes, a “WOOO!” erupting from the crowd each time he connects. Bailey whips Borderland across the ring-- but Borderland reverses it and sends Bailey into the ropes. Borderland takes a moment to catch his breath but Bailey springboards off the center rope and comes back to nail a Savate Kick to the neck! Borderland is taken down and Bailey lands on top of him, hooking both legs for the pin.

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Nailz: How embarrassing would that have been? To come in here all guns a-blazing and be put down by the champ in thirty seconds?

Beckett: Well, Bailey’s up but his back is turned, and here’s Borderland with the Schoolboy! He’s got the tights!

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The referee stops counting, observing that Borderland has a fistful of tights. The crowd cheers at the referee’s ring awareness but Borderland pushes Bailey aside and screams for the referee to “do his job!” He backs the referee all the way to the corner, only deflected by the verbal threat of disqualification. Borderland rolls his eyes and turns around-- right into a spinning forearm to the jaw. His legs buckle and he falls victim to a stomp to the midsection followed by a Drop Toehold, transitioned into a stepover toehold facelock! Borderland’s eyes widen and he strugges to fight out of it-- within seconds he is able to crawl to the bottom rope to the chagrin of Honolulu. Bailey breaks the hold one the referee begins his count and rolls to the center of the ring, taking a breather.

Nailz: Do you think Borderland’s a little surprised by the champ?

Beckett: He’s making a mistake. He’s taking Bailey too lightly and that’s easy to do when you look at Anthony Bailey’s inexperience. He displayed some of that earlier when he turned his back on Shane Borderland and-- I believe if the referee didn’t see Shane’s hands, we’d have a new champ.

Nailz: Well in that same breath, Borderland has gotten outwrestled so far in the match. But he’s back up now and ‘The Promise’ is back on the offensive, going back to those knife-edged chops!

The crowd moans in a mix of empathy and excitement each time Bailey chops Borderland across his chest. Again, he goes to Irish Whip him, but again Borderland reverses it. This time he drives his knee into Bailey’s gut flipping the champion over his leg and onto his back. Borderland drops down and captures Bailey in a headlock, delivering clubbing forearms and fists to his head. The referee administers a four-count, warning off Shane Borderland and the “Bad Boy” relents at the count of four, hopping up and throwing his palms into the air. Bailey groggily makes his way to his feet and Borderland rebounds off the ropes, returning to the middle of the ring to smash Bailey to the mat with a Clothesline. Bailey clutches his head in pain and rolls onto his stomach. Borderland delivers vicious stomps to his back and shoulder area before lifting him up and Irish Whipping him across the ring only to catch him with a Powerslam!

Beckett: Different tides now, Nailz!

The Hawaiian crowd boos Borderland heavily and he waves them off before positioning Bailey for a Butterfly Suplex... And landing it! Bailey slides across the canvas, croaking out something indistinguishable in pain. Borderland is quick to follow up with a running elbow drop across Bailey’s ribcage. Bailey shoots up, the wind knocked out of him, and Borderland captures him in another headlock, pounding at his skull with forearms and fists. The referee issues another stern five-count, and like before, Borderland hops to his feet at four and throws his palms into the air. The referee scolds him for a moment and then goes to check on Bailey-- and Borderland drops down to one knee, capturing Bailey in a Sleeper Hold. Bailey immediately begins to fight wildly to get out.

Nailz: This is a BAD position for the World Champion to be in! He’s literally a sitting duck, and--

Beckett: Anthony Bailey is LITERALLY a duck?

Nailz: ...And Borderland has this hold locked in tight!

Bailey’s flailing slows down after a few seconds and Borderland smirks, leaning down to put as much pressure as he can on Bailey’s neck area. Bailey weakly reaches an arm up toward the ropes, but doesn’t seem to make much progression toward them-- and the hand drops. Borderland menacingly mouths “ask him” to the referee. The referee obliges and shakes Bailey, asking if he can continue. He receives no response. The referee then takes Bailey’s arm and dangles it in the air. It drops lifelessly to the mat.

Beckett: That’s one!

The referee lifts Bailey’s hand again, and to Borderland’s satisfaction, it drops a second time.

Nailz: That’s two...

Beckett: And suddenly things don’t look so great for the Duck.

Before the referee can lift Bailey’s hand a third time, the World Heavyweight Champion shifts his weight and throws Borderland over himself to the ground with an inverted Snapmare. Borderland curses as he loses his grip and scrambles back to capture Bailey again, but he’s caught with another drop toehold, and another step-over facelock with a grapevined right leg. The crowd cheers as Bailey locks Borderland in the submission again and Borderland moves considerably slower toward the ropes than before.

Nailz: And the roles are reversed! Borderland might have to tap!

Beckett: Bailey’s still got the glossy eyes. I’m not sure if he’s got that hold in as securely as he’d like it.

Borderland fights furiously to the ropes and grabs them, burying his face in the canvas once he finally does. Bailey cries out in frustration once Borderland reaches the ropes-- but breaks the hold at the count of one. He pushes himself to his feet and delivers a sharp kick to Borderland’s side.

Nailz: A little frustration building inside the young World Champion.

Bailey maintains a grip on the top ring rope while he catches his breath and then with another cry of frustration, kicks Borderland hard in the side. Borderland groans and pushes himself to his knees. Bailey charges him and nails a Dropkick to his temple, knocking Borderland onto his back. Bailey delivers a rough forearm to his skull and goes for a lateral press pin attempt.

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Borderland powers out of it, but looks dazed from the shot to the head. Bailey rips him to his feet and nails a stiff European Uppercut that knocks Borderland dizzy. He does a full 360 before walking into a beautiful DDT from Bailey. Borderland’s head is spiked into the canvas and Bailey points to the top turnbuckle, stepping out to the apron to the delight of the crowd. He ascends to the top turnbuckle and the groggy Bailey forces himself up to his feet... Right as Bailey sails off for a Flying Clothesline! Borderland is folded up almost comically from the impact and Bailey stacks his body on top of his shoulders for the pin.

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Nailz: And the ‘Bad Boy’ is just BARELY able to shoulder out of that!

Beckett: Oooh, that was neat. I thought Bailey took his head off. But then I was like, no, not enough blood.

Nailz: Well, I guess Bailey is feeling risky. He’s going for another high-risk maneuver.

Beckett: Well this is just silly.

Bailey ascends to the top turnbuckle again and then dives off, appearing to look for a Moonsault-- but rotates farther through the move to land with a Leg Drop across the neck of Borderland! The crowd erupts for the display of athleticism and Bailey hooks both of Borderland’s legs.

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Beckett: There’s that Moonsault Leg Drop! God-- so much potential to crash and burn!

Nailz: But he landed it! That move takes such precision and ring presence... Most men, no matter how much experience, just can’t pull that off! How did Borderland kick out?!

Bailey shows contempt for Borderland as he kicks out, but it slowly fades as a “Let’s go Bailey!” chant begins amongst those in attendance. He smiles into the crowd but quickly turns his attention back to Shane Borderland. He lifts him to his feet and Irish Whips him into the turnbuckles. Bailey then charges for a Dropkick, but Borderland dives out of the way causing Bailey’s legs to hit the top rope and he lands awkwardly on the back of his head in the corner. The crowd groans in sympathy and Borderland smirks, wiping sweat off of his brow as he observes Bailey.

Nailz: That landing looked nasty. Anthony Bailey could be hurt!

The referee asks Bailey is he can continue and within seconds, Bailey responds with a nod, using the ropes to pull himself up-- but as soon as he does, Borderland lunges forward and grabs him around the neck, bringing him down across his hip for a Backbreaker! Bailey arches his back and howls out in agony, rolling across the ring. Borderland throws his hands up to the audience with a broad smile on his face, soaking up the boos from those in attendance.

Nailz: It was at Test for the Best that Bailey won the World Heavyweight Championship from Shane’s former tag team partner, Jason Kash. One has to think about the possibilities of that match in the future... But in order to think of it, you have to imagine that Bailey could lose this match. And right now, man? It looks likely.

Beckett: I’d love to see Borderland walk out of here with that belt. He’s ruthless and he’s strong in every way. We need someone like him representing Overdrive. But since Test for the Best, Bailey’s grown a lot. I won’t say I’m a fan-- but he’s grown.

Shane Borderland drops a knee across Bailey’s lower back and keeps it there before applying a chin lock. Bailey flails and tries to pure Borderland’s hands away, but Borderland breaks the hold himself after a few seconds and a club to the head for good measure. He goes to pick Borderland up and signals for the end to the audience. Immediately, Borderland positions Bailey for the Wrist Clutch Exploder-- but Bailey counters with an uncharacteristic headbutt, and goes to blast him with an Enziguiri at close range-- but Borderland ducks down low and Bailey’s boot connects clean with the referee’s temple.

Nailz: Oh no!

Beckett: The World Champion just assaulted an official! What is this, a new hobby in professional wrestling?

Nailz: Bailey looks shocked! It was clearly an accident... Look out, Borderland’s going for the blindside!

Bailey turns around and receives a rake to the eyes by Borderland into the Wrist Clutch Exploder!

Beckett: LIGHTS OUT by Shane Borderland!

Nailz: But there’s no referee!

Borderland kneels down and appears to be ready to go for the cover, but sees the grounded referee. He swears loudly and slaps a hand against the canvas, shaking the referee, begging him to get up. It is to no avail, however, as the official is out cold. Borderland looks at Bailey, who is beginning to stir-- and he slides out of the ring, dragging Bailey out by the legs after him. Bailey falls to his knees on the outside and Borderland positions his own back against the ring post. He positions Bailey for a Fall-Away Slam and delivers it, driving the champion spine-first into the steel post! Honolulu roars in empathy and boos Borderland’s tactics as the champion slumps to the ground, twitching from the impact.

Nailz: That was too much-- what the hell is he thinking?

Beckett: There’s nobody here to call for the DQ. He’s turning this into a street fight.

Borderland walks over to the timekeeper and signals for him to move. The timekeeper quickly obliges and Borderland retrieves his steel chair, folding it up and making his way over to Bailey to a chorus of boos.

Beckett: Oh how we’ve come full circle. A chair swung by Shane Borderland is the reason Bailey kept the title, and it’s the reason he’ll lose it tonight in Hawaii.

Bailey reaches his knees, but Borderland delivers a hard shot to his back with the chair. The impact forces Bailey to fall face-first to the canvas and Borderland quickly tosses the chair aside, lifting Bailey up and rolling him into the ring under the bottom rope. He hooks Bailey’s far leg and glares over his fallen body at the referee, screaming “WAKE UP AND DO YOUR JOB! WAKE UP!” The referee’s foot twitches, but he does not make any effort to move other than that. The crowd mockingly counts Borderland’s pin, all the way up to ten before Borderland crawls off of the champion and begins to shake the referee. Meanwhile Bailey begins to stir behind Borderland, holding his back with one hand but slowly beginning to climb to his feet.

Beckett: Ahhh! Shane, turn around!

Nailz: What were we saying about rookie mistakes earlier?

Borderland turns around, but quickly takes notice of Bailey and runs at him for a Lou Thesz Press-- and grounds him! Before Borderland can get a shot in, Bailey delivers a hard elbow to his temple. Borderland rolls off of him, clutching the side of his head. Bailey climbs to his feet after him and catches him from behind with a Full Nelson Slam! Both men are back to their feet in moments with Bailey a bit quicker on the exchange. He goes for a right hand, but Bailey’s caught! Borderland pulls Bailey up onto his shoulders and throws him throat-first across the top rope. Bailey falls hard to the canvas.

Nailz: And it seemed like the champ was mounting a comeback!

Bailey climbs to his feet and Borderland waits patiently behind him licking his lips. Bailey finally turns around-- and Borderland hoists him high up, going for a high-angle Spinebuster, the Spinal Tap, but Bailey shifts his weight in mid-air and drives him down for a Tornado DDT!

Nailz: What a reversal! Borderland is down!

Bailey looks at his fallen opponent and then at the fallen referee. He looks out into the thousands in attendance that have resumed their "Let's Go Bailey!" chant and he slowly climbs to his feet, observing Borderland as he does the same. Bailey watches Shane Borderland carefully, stalking him as he climbs up and then lifts Shane up in the Fireman's Carry position-- only to stride forward and toss him into the corner where Shane's jaw strikes the top turnbuckle. Borderland staggers backwards and falls to the mat and Bailey drops to his knees as well. He eyes Borderland-- eyes the referee-- eyes the crowd.

Beckett: What's the champ thinking?

Nailz: I'm not sure...

Bailey narrows his eyes at Borderland and then rolls out of the ring. He makes his way over to the abandoned steel chair and looks at it as he holds it in his hands, earning a thunderous mixed reaction from those within the Neil S. Blaisdell Arena. He slides into the ring and takes a deep breath.

Nailz: What are you doing, Anthony!

Beckett: He's gonna do the right thing...

Bailey looks at the chair solemnly as Borderland climbs to his feet. The crowd continues to roar and Borderland is having trouble finding his footing, already disoriented from the shot to the turnbuckle. An expert could see that his left eye is already beginning to swell, and it's turned a deep shade of red.

Beckett: Both these men might have concussions after this. Is Bailey gonna do it?!

The mixed reaction continues and Borderland seems to take forever to finally turn around.

Nailz: NO!

Bailey smashes the chair hard across Borderland's skull with so much force that he stumbles forward. He throws the chair out to ringside and falls against the ropes. Bailey buries his head in his hands, but within seconds drops down to his back and rolls to the apron. He ascends to the top rope and gazes down at the motionless Borderland while the referee stirs.

Beckett: He dented the chair with Borderland's FACE!

Bailey sails from the top rope with a Frog Splash. He rises to his knees after landing, shooting one more look out into the shocked masses before hooking Shane's near leg. The referee counts slowly, but steadily.

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Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner... And STILL the World Heavyweight Champion, 'The Promise' ANTHONY BAILEY!

Nailz: I didn't think Bailey would take it to that level--

Beckett: WHAT A CHAMPION! WHAT A NIGHT!

Nailz: But I suppose he gave Shane Borderland a taste of his own medicine...

Beckett: He did what he had to!

Nailz remains speechless and the referee raises Anthony Bailey's hand in the air. Bailey smiles weakly and accepts the belt before he raises both hands wide in the air while our camera focuses first on the steel chair lying on the outside, then the prone body of Borderland by the ring ropes...

And finally on the shot of the World Heavyweight Champion standing before the audience in Hawaii. Most continue to cheer the champ as our cameras fade away from the scene.