Asylum 10/7-Kallang, Singapore

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Ida Maria's “Bad Karma” hits the speakers as pyrotechnics shoot from the Asylum stage! The Action-Tron sits above the entrance ramp made to look like a padded cell with flickering lights for effect.The fans are on their feet as the camera pans the crowd, reading the signs! Most of them are written in Malay, with only the names of the APW Megastars being written in English. There are a boat load of Sally Talfourd signs, as well as many for Anthony Bailey. There's a lone sign in full English in the front row that reads “Kash is gonna get SYKED OUT!”

Nailz: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to APW Asylum, live on the Food Network from Kallang, Singapore! We are just three weeks away from One Night in Hell, where Anthony Bailey will defend the APW World Heavyweight Championship inside the Elimination Chamber against Sally Talfourd, Shane Borderland, Phil Atken, Johnny Rebel, and Michael Callahan! Tonight, we're going to find out who will have the privelege of being the last person to enter the match, as General Manager Reginald Schmidt has placed the combatants in a Beat the Clock Challenge!

Beckett: Three matches pairing off the entrants of the Extreme Elimination Chamber will take place tonight, with Phil Atken facing Shane Borderland, Johnny Rebel taking on Michael Callahan, and of course, Sally Talfourd and Anthony Bailey squaring off one more time! Whoever can post the best winning time will enter the Extreme Elimination Chamber last!

Nailz: Also, in our main event tonight, Jason Kash will defend the APW Suicidal Championship against Johnny Sykes in the first ever Caged Ladder Match! They will be left inside the ring with only a ladder to climb up and claim the Suicidal Championship as their own! Whoever wins this match will go on to defend the belt against Jair Hopkins at One Night in Hell!

Beckett: We're getting started right off the bat with our first Beat the Clock Match! Let's send it to Adam Stenfelder in the ring!

Stenfelder: The following contest is a BEAT THE CLOCK match!

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. He starts walking down the ramp looking side to side at the crowd.

Stenfelder: Introducing first, hailing from San Diego, California, weighing in at two hundred and forty-three pounds, he is ‘The Bad Boy’ SHAAANE BORRDERLAAAAND!

He jumps up on the apron, and turns and 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.

Nailz: Borderland shocked the world last week by taking out Sally Talfourd while he was in disguise as a security guard... It was a despicable act--

Beckett: Blah, blah, but it got the job DONE. He sent a message to everyone in the Elimination Chamber Match at One Night in Hell that he is not to be taken lightly. Shane Borderland is here for the World Heavyweight Title.

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

Dickwood: Ladies and gentlemen, please come alive for the TRUE Voice of Action Packed Wrestling... The unmistakable, undeniable wrestling genius and great entrepreneur of our years... The man that will stand victorious at the end of the Elimination Chamber... The next World Heavyweight Champion, PHIL ATKEN!

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.

Beckett: And here’s Atken. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to quite get over the robe.

Nailz: What if Dickwood’s introduction was accurate? What IF Atken walks away from the World Heavyweight Championship match at One Night in Hell victorious?

Beckett: I feel like you don’t see it happening!

Nailz: Do YOU?

Beckett: Of course! Have some respect, you clown.

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 is the first Beat the Clock match of the evening. This is a very important contest for both of these gentlemen. They set the pace for the rest of the evening’s Beat the Clock Matches where the man or woman with the fastest time enters the Chamber last.

Beckett: That’s a huge advantage for whoever’s going in, and might give an underdog like Atken a huge shot at winning the gold.

Beat the Clock Match
Phil Atken vs Shane Borderland

The bell rings and Shane Borderland smirks a bit as he looks at Phil. Atken looks like he’s ready to lock up and Borderland walks over to him, but immediately hits him with a hard kick to his gut and then hammer-fists to the back of the head and neck. Phil violently drops to his knees and Borderland captures his in a front facelock, driving his knees into his ribcage and elbows into the base of his neck and his shoulders. The assault continues for about ten seconds before Borderland transitions his arms around Phil’s and nails a Butterfly Suplex. He climbs up to his feet and smirks as Phil reaches his feet a moment later, falling victim to a Swinging Neckbreaker. Borderland slaps Phil across the head a few times as Phil starts to get up.

Nailz: And right now, Borderland is all about humiliating Phil Atken.

Beckett: That’s all fine and dandy, but this is a BEAT THE CLOCK Match. You’re not gonna do yourself any favors by slapping your opponent. You’re not the Hulk.

As Atken stands up, Borderland hits him with a European Uppercut that knocks him back into the ropes. Borderland Irish Whips Atken across the ring and then runs at him to hit a Shoulder Block. Atken slams into the canvas and Borderland pins him, hooking the far leg.

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Nailz: And the first pin cover of the match is an unsuccessful one. Borderland’s doing better at keeping the pressure on Atken though, and he’s going for the Sleeper Hold!

Beckett: No-- Snapmare!

Atken counters Borderland’s Sleeper attempt with a hard Snapmare and Borderland rebounds all the way back to his feet. He catches Atken with a Clothesline before Atken can truly capitalize. Borderland begins to drop hard knees across his back.

Beckett: Ahhh, and that momentum is cut way short!

Nailz: And the count is at two minutes!

Borderland forces Atken to his feet and goes for a Piledriver, but Atken forces him over his head with a standing Back Body Drop, earning a loud mixed reaction from Singapore who seems to be more in favor of Atken than Borderland. Borderland stands up and walks into a kick to the gut followed by a Snap Suplex, and then gets up, walking right into another! Atken takes a breather as Borderland groggily recovers and then he hits the ropes, coming back and clubbing Borderland right between the eyes with a running Double Axe Handle! Borderland hits the mat with such impact that he rolls over up to his knees. Atken comes off the ropes behind him and delivers a Diving Reverse Elbow to the back of Shane’s head. Shane jerks forward and then rolls to his side. Atken waits behind him on one knee until Shane stands all the way up. Atken goes for a Back Suplex, but Shane catches him with a hard elbow right to his temple. Atken stumbles away and Shane nails a Reverse DDT, hooking Atken’s near leg.

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Nailz: We’re up to three minutes and fifteen seconds, and Phil Atken looked to be mounting a comeback, but Borderland’s determined!

Shane Borderland curses under his breath and Irish Whips Phil Atken into the ropes. Atken crashes into them back-first and Borderland runs at him for a Stinger Splash, but Atken brings both boots up and catches Shane right in the face! Shane turns around and walks all the way to the center of the ring, clutching his nose. He turns as Atken charges him for a Lariat, and Shane catches him with a quick, vicious Powerslam! He hooks both legs, but only earns the count of one.

Nailz: Another comeback thwarted!

Nailz: I think Shane’s nose is busted open from that kick to the face.

Blood is indeed running down Shane Borderland’s nose and he once again picks Phil Atken up to Irish Whip him, but Atken reverses it. Borderland hits the turnbuckles back-first this time and Atken follows up with a running Shoulder Thrust. Borderland groans in pain and Phil turns his side to him, driving hard shoulders into his neck and temple area. The referee begins to administer a five-count, but after four elbows, Borderland is groggy. He staggers out of the corner and Phil nails a Drop Toehold. Phil hops to his feet, lacing Borderland’s feet together and jumps up, hitting a double foot-stomp! Borderland clutches his shins in pain and hobbles to his feet, but gets caught with a lifting Shinbreaker! Borderland groans out in pain and kicks at Atken to get him away while Borderland crawls to the ropes, spitting and swearing.

Nailz: Looks like Atken’s found a strategy!

Atken disregards the referee and pulls at Borderland’s left leg, dragging him away from the ropes. He delivers another stomp to the right ankle, but Borderland catches him between the eyes with the heel of his boot. Atken is doriented and Borderland gets up, stumbling toward Phil Atken. Atken kicks Borderland in the gut and tries to spin him around into a Sleeper Hold, but Borderland shoves him forward into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a Clothesline! Borderland lifts Atken up and hits a Belly-to-Back Suplex and goes for the cover.

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Beckett: Atken kicks out again but look at how Borderland is favoring his ankle!

Nailz: Atken definitely created an opening for himself but did he do enough to give himself an opening?

Beckett: Borderland’s got him up again. I’m telling you-- the guy’s mean. He can can get it done in the ring.

Nailz: Well, we’re about six and a half minutes in, and Borderland’s going for a Neckbreaker-- wait, Atken’s revered it with the Backslide!

Atken laces Borderland’s arms and rolls him over for a Backslide Pin.

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Nailz: Eight minutes! Borderland’s in trouble!

Beckett: But these guys are reaching double-digits in time. One of them needs to do something big, quick.

Atken bides his time in the corner waiting for Borderland to get up.

Beckett: I think this is a mistake on Atken’s part. He’s wasting valuable time that should be used to hurt Shane Borderland. He knows better.

Borderland slowly climbs to his feet and Atken runs at him for a Clothesline, but Borderland hits another Powerslam and hooks both legs.

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Borderland sighs, shaking his head and goes to hoist up Phil Atken, but Atken yanks the tights and a knee bad and sends Borderland throat-first over the middle rope. Borderland gags from the impact and Atken hops to his feet, charging at Borderland and driving a knee to the base of his neck. Borderland clutches his throat and rebounds onto the mat. Phil Atken lifts Borderland’s left leg and proceeds to deliver two stomps to his right shin. Borderland cries out in pain and Atken goes for the Figure-Four Leg Lock!

Nailz: Figure Four!

Borderland kicks Atken away with his hurt leg and Atken hits the ropes. Borderland hops up and goes for a Neckbreaker, but Atken elbows him and delivers a Neckbreaker of his own! Borderland rolls out of the ring and Singapore boos. Atken sighs and follows him out at Dickwood’s urging, but as soon as he does, Borderland charges him driving Atken back-first into the mat then swings him into the barricade. Atken groans in pain and the referee begins his ten-count. Borderland limps toward Atken, but Atken throws him into the audience! Atken smirks and makes his way to the ring at the ten-minute mark. Borderland is harrassed by the fans, who try to keep him from getting into the ring!

Beckett: The fans are holding onto Shane Borderland! I think this is enough to consider a disqualification...

Nailz: Shane Borderland has made it over the barricade at the referee’s count of six!

Beckett: These guys have been going at it for over ten minutes!

Borderland slides into the ring at eight, but has trouble getting up quickly. Atken is ready with a barrage of shots to his face which is covered in blood from his nostrils. Borderland goes woozy and Atken goes for a kick to the temple, but Borderland captures his leg and stands up, pulling him forward into an unorthodox leg-capture DDT!

Beckett: The hell was that?!

Nailz: Some innovation by Shane Borderland! And he’s covering! One!

Crowd: ”TWO!”

Phil Atken kicks out right before the count of three! Borderland slams his fists on the mat in frustration and motions for Atken to get up as we pass the 11 minute, 15 second mark. Atken climbs to his feet and Shane Borderland grabs his wrist, yanking him forward for the Wrist Clutch Exploder he calls LIGHTS OUT!

--But Atken fights his way out of it and grabs Borderland’s arm, performing a quick arm wrench followed by a kick right to the ribcage. Borderland reverses the armwrench and hits Atken with a closed fist to the jaw, to the dismay of those in the Singapore Indoor Stadium, and the referee scolds Borderland, but Atken once again reverses the Arm Wrench and delivers a hard stomp to Borderland’s bad leg, taking him down to one knee. Atken hits the ropes behind Borderland and takes him down with a Chop Block once he climbs to his feet. Borderland starts to get up, but Atken dives down and hits him once more across the bridge of the nose with a Double Axe Handle! He stands up and lifts up Borderland’s left leg, signaling for the Figure-Four. Dickwood cheers on the outside and the crowd responds with a loud mixed reaction, though most of Singapore remains in Atken’s favor.

Nailz: We’re just past twelve minutes-- can Atken put it away here?!

Atken locks in the Figure-Four Leg Lock and Singapore cheers. Borderland cries out in the maneuver and struggles. He flails around and slides, making his way toward the ropes with his face growing red. His flailing soon slows however, and after twenty seconds, he begin to tap with his right hand. The referee signals for the bell, and Atken grins into Borderland's face, keeping the hold locked in for upwards of ten seconds after the match. He finally lets go and allows Dickwood to raise his hand in victory, ushering the referee out of the way.

Winner: Phil Atken

Nailz: Wow. What a match, and what a win here by Phil Atken. And what's the time set at... Can we get a clock?

12 MINUTES - 32 SECONDS

Phil Atken sighs, looking slightly disappointed with the time but nods at some words of encouragement from Dickwood.

Beckett: I'll give Atken some credit. He acknowledged the fact that he always blows it when he has a World Heavyweight Title opportunity and this time he's not going to-- tonight, he took a step in the right direction.

Nailz: But is it enough to beat the clock?

Atken stops at the top of the ramp with Dickwood and turns, smirking down at Borderland who has reached a sitting position in the ring and scowls up at him. Atken laughs and disappears into the back.

We head backstage where we find some noise coming from the GM's office. It seems as if an argument is brewing and no soon does the camera guy gets closer, the door is flung open.

Reginald: Now John, calm down.

Knuckles: NO! This ref needs to go back to wherever the fuck he got his online training......

Reginald: He was just doing his job. Can you really blame him?

Knuckles: YES!! How can you compare me hitting him by mistake, by ACCIDENT! To that pompous; tea drinkin' fruitcake who grabbed an illegal object?

The referee from the last Asylum show was just sitting in a char next to Reginald's desk with his head down ashamed of his “questionable call”

Reginald: I didn't take you to be a guy to complain John.

Knuckles: Usually no, but if it happened to me then it could happen to anybody. What if his title was on the line, I might have been cheated out of bein' the TapOut Champ and YOU would be short a ref this week........

Reginald: Well what's done is done.

Knuckles: Got that right. Ya' fuck me again lil' man, I'll make sure ya' never walk again.

The referee looks up and jerks himself back as Knuckles stares him down inches away from his face.

Reginald: Don't you have a match to prepare for? A Pay Per View to get ready for? Worry less about the ref's jobs and focus more on doing your thing.

Knuckles takes a step back and starts to walk out of the office, all the while; staring down the referee who watches on taking deep breathes. Asylum heads to a commercial break.

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We come back from our commercial break and "Simply Put" Johnny Rebel is standing in a busy hallway in the back, peddling "The Brand" t-shirts to anybody who would be interested. Sally Talfourd walks by, shaking her head, and trying not to make eye-contact with Rebel.

Rebel: Sally!

Frustrated that she's been caught, she tries to press on, but Rebel chases her down the hallway.

Rebel: Hold on a second! Why are you walking so fast! Come back, please!

He finally catches her and she caves to his persistence.

Rebel: You know, Sally, it's amazing how we have been in the APW for so long and have yet to cross paths until a few weeks ago.

Sally: I was doing the best I could to keep it that way...

Rebel doesn't catch Sally's dig, and trying to catch his breath, continues.

Rebel: It's obvious to anybody with half a brain that there are only two choices to pick from in the Extreme Elimination Chamber...you or me. Bailey's had his chances at winning lately and flubbed them all. Surely, Shane Borderland, who can't make it down the entrance ramp without stumbling over his two feet, isn't going to beat either one of us. Phil Atken's counting his lucky stars that he's even being included in the main event of a pay-per-view, and Callahan, well, I'm getting ready to show the rest of the APW why he shouldn't be considered a threat.

Sally: What's your point, Rebel?

Rebel: I'm proposing that the two of us work together. Let's get rid of the trash and then we can give the APW what it's been waiting for! A true Johnny Rebel and Sally Talfourd moment! Could you imagine the headlines the next morning? People will be pining for more of us together! It would be magical!

Talfourd isn't buying Rebel’s hyperbole.

Sally: If there is anyone that’s going to be in the headlines the next day following One Night in Hell, it’s going to be me…the new World Heavyweight Champion. You can’t be foolish enough to believe any of that garbage that is spewing out of your mouth, can you? I don’t need your help winning the Chamber, seeing as, you know, I’m the only one of the six of us who has done it before…in case you forgot.

Rebel: That’s precisely why I’m proposing the two of us work together! The two of us share a common bond.

Sally: What might that be, Johnny?

Rebel: We’re the only two on the entire Asylum roster that knows what it’s like to headline a major show like RassleMania! When the lights shine down, and the adrenaline picks up, the two of us can handle the pressure! We can give the Asylum fans a show that they’ll never forget! And then there is, the least common denominator, you know, Level-One.

Talfourd shoots a glare at Rebel for mentioning the name of the APW legend. Sally’s history is well documented, while Rebel has spent the past several months running from a bout with the former champion.

Sally: Don’t get me started on Level-One. You don’t have a clue what it’s like to step inside the ring and face him. He carried you on his coattails for the past several months…so, don’t pretend like you have been in my shoes!

Rebel: I’m just saying, we both know what it’s like to be in the main event of the biggest show of the year and we both have a mutual hatred of that wretched piece of trash that’s parading around Overdrive! You know that the best way to get under his skin is to put together a showstopper and make sure nobody remembers who he is when One Night in Hell is in the books. You and me could make history here. My offer is on the table and I’m prepared to make sure one of us walks out of the Chamber with the championship in tow. Upstage Level-One and make sure that Bailey loses the championship? It’s a win/win! Think about it…

Sally simply nods as Rebel waits for Talfourd to dip around the corner. As soon as she’s out of eyesight, Rebel digs out a cell phone, punches in a combination of numbers. However, Sally was smart enough to sit tight against the wall, listening to Rebel’s shenanigans.

Rebel: I think I convinced her…plan B is in motion!

Talfourd cracks a smile, as Rebel drops his phone, and begins selling his shirts again to workers in the back and any fans that are piddling around in the back.

The crowd in the arena are full of excitement with the weeks show already of the mark with some great action so far when the titron suddenly fizz's into life and they start to cheer loudly when they see Jack Spade standing there with microphone in hand.

Jack Spade: Lady's and Gentleman please welcome my special guest at this time one half of the European invasion Yarmouth.

The crowd start to boo loudly as Yarmouth steps into camera shot.

Jack Spade: Rumors are going around on the Action Packed Wrestling website that you and Stefan have had a bit of a falling out is this true.?

Yarmouth stands there for a moment and then smiles into the camera.

Yarmouth: Well Jack ma boy the truth is yes we have had a falling out and it does look like were gonna part ways which is alright with me cos well that German idiot was holding me back you see he is forgetting every think were he was, Who he was and what he was supposed to be doing and that was getting on top of me so I thought it was time to cut lose ends.

Yarmouth then gets a Stefan Raab action figure out of his pocket and holds in into the camera.

Yarmouth: See this here figure Jack well this is what am gonna do to Raab when I get my big fat hands on him.


Yarmouth then rips the head off the action figure throws it on the floor then stomps on it as the crowd then start to cheer loudly.

Jack Spade: Well now that's cleared up lets go onto your opponent this week in Knuckles what do you think your chances are against Knuckles this week?

Yarmouth gets out another action figure and this time its Knuckles again holds the figure up to the camera and then rips his head of and throws it down on the floor next to Stefan Raab figure and then stamps on the figure.

The crowd then cheers loudly as Yarmouth looks at Jake Spade smiles into the camera and then walks of screen as the titron the fades with Jake Spade looking on.

Nailz: Yarmouth faces off against Johnny Knuckles following the break!

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We return from commercials to see “The Soul of Philly” TJ strolling around backstage, free this evening. Wearing black track pants and a Eagles jersey, he exchanges greetings with the backstage crew from caterers to the extra hands moving stuff around. He notices something to his right and he walks towards it. The camera follows and reveals that the “something” is actually a “someone”. And that someone is none other than Mr. 100 himself, Johnny Knuckles, who is warming up for his match against Yarmouth.

TJ: Johnny Knucks!

Knuckles stops warming up and nods towards TJ.

Knuckles: Hey TJ, was gonna find ya after my match to say this, but thanks for last week.

TJ: No problem Johnny. I caught wind of Julius’ attempt to buy you and your refusal, I knew something would be up. Sorry it took so long, ankle was a bit sore.

Knuckles and TJ exchange a handshake, bro-hug.

Knuckles: No problems, better late than never. I appreciate the help. Really I do.

TJ: Cool, see you’re facing Yarmouth this week. Big sum bitch.

Knuckles: I’ve face big sum bitches before.

TJ: Yea, but-

Knuckles holds his hand up to the much larger man, stopping the big man mid-sentence.

Knuckles: I understand what you’re doing, and again, I appreciate it, but I’m going to do this my way. I appreciate the help from last week, but this is something I do on my own.

TJ stares, snorts, and nods his head.

TJ: I respect that Knucks. You got heart for what you do.

Knuckles: As do you and I respect that. Now if you don’t mind me, I have a match to go win.

Knuckles goes to walk towards the ring area, but TJ stops him by putting his hand on his chest. There is a tense moment before TJ smiles

TJ: HEEEEE-HAW!

TJ and Knuckles exchange a first pump.

Knuckles: HEEEE-HAAAW!

Knuckles walks towards the ring leaving TJ to himself as he chuckles. He goes to walk back down the corridor before a clanging noise is heard. TJ stops and looks towards the source and he chases them down.

TJ: HEY! YOU SON OF A-

TJ chases down the man, and the camera shows it to be the lackey of Julius Farquhar, Phil. He grabs him by the back of his shirt and pulls him back to him. He pushes him up against the wall.

Phil: Ow, my neck.

TJ: Shut up.

Phil: Ouch.

TJ: English, Phillip, DO YOU SPEAK IT?!

The Pulp Fiction reference gets a cheap pop from the crowd.

TJ: What the hell are you doing?

Phil: Julius-

TJ pushes up higher up the wall.

Phil: He wanted me to keep tabs on you.

TJ: Tabs on me?

Phil: Yea, make sure where you are at all times.

TJ: So he wants you to spy on me?

Phil: Yes. OW OW OW OW!

TJ drops Phil, who falls down on his bottom.

TJ: You go back to Julius and tell him this.

TJ grabs the collar of Phil’s shirt and pulls him close.

TJ: Tell him he can get a great view in the ring later in the night.

TJ throws Phil into the wall and walks away fuming as Phil scurries away to deliver the message.

Stenfelder: The following contest is set for One Fall! Introducing first from The Bronx, NY! JOHNNNYY KNUCCCKLLESSS!!

"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.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, coming to us LIVE from New York! "The Big Ass BOOM" YARRRRMOOUUUTTTHH!!!

The lights go down in the arena and a red spot light spans all over the crowd as they boo loudly then red a red mist forms at the top of the ramp then red and white pyrotechnics blast of at the top of the stage. "I Don't Care About You" rages out of the arena speakers and Yarmouth comes out and swaggers down to the ramp tagging the fans as he goes down the ramp and climb's in to the ring climb's onto the top turn buckle and waves to the fans in the arena as they cheer loudly.

Nailz: Yarmouth can try to dislike these fans but they are showing their love for him here tonight!

Beckett: This could be where Knuckles sets himself apart from anybody else going into that Japanese Death Match at ONIH!

Johnny Knuckles vs. Yarmouth

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Knuckles rushes across the ring and attacks Yarmouth quickly. The bell sounds after the action begins and Yarmouth shoulders Knuckles off him. The two throw a big haymaker at the same time, Knuckles reaching to land it but Yarmouth crushing Knuckles down into the chest. The big man whips Knuckles across the ring and Knuckles casually dips to the outside ring apron. He taunts the crowd and turns around to a rushing Yarmouth. Knuckles grabs the top rope and falls to his side, pulling the ropes down and Yarmouth flips over and crashes down to the ring side floor mats.

Beckett: There is Knuckles playing it smart. How often does that line get spoken?

Nailz: Heh, that's not something YOU'D say to him though right?

Beckett: Of course not, I'm a Top Rate Commentator! I'm a prized part of this Organization..I wouldn't dare to think I could do what these Gladiators do.

Knuckles inside the ring after rolling underneath the ropes is standing and laughing at Yarmouth. "The Big Ass Boom" gets to his feet outside the ring and stares at Knuckles, not sharing his laughter. Yarmouth pulls up onto the ring apron using the ropes and Knuckles rushes in. Yarmouth clobbers him with a big forearm blast that stumbles him backwards. Yarmouth steps over the ropes to enter the ring and downs Knuckles with a devastating clothesline. The fans appeal to Yarmouth's strength. Pulling Knuckles to his feet, Yarmouth lifts him with a Side Back Breaker and drops him down over his knelt knee. Knuckles arches at the back as pain shoots up his spine.

Bringing Knuckles to his feet again, Yarmouth grabs him around the throat. He signals for a chokeslam but Knuckles pulls away and hits a toe kick to the gut. Yarmouth pops forward with another clothesline attempt but Knuckles ducks it and spins around, stomping down into the back of Yarmouth's knee. It puts the big man on his knees. Knuckles steps back and with a deep inhale screams out "HEEEE HAAAWWWWW" and skips forward, punching Yarmouth to the back of his head. Yarmouth drops forward, slapping against the canvas and the crowd laughs and gives a very mixed reaction to the comedy move.

Nailz: As funny as it is to hear him Hee Haww, that isn't a punch to take lightly.

Beckett: Heck no, that would hurt! Softest place on the head is the back lower part and that's where he attacks with such accuracy and force.

Leaving the ring, Johnny Knuckles grabs a steel chair from the Ring Announcers section. He slides into the ring and the referee steps behind him as he raises the chair to smash Yarmouth. The referee snatches the chair from Knuckles possession and he turns around enraged at the Official. He argues with the referee as if he was in the right.

Beckett: Come on Ref, let him use the chair. Yarmouth is twice his size, he's just evening out the odds...

Nailz: Whoa, oh come on! Why is Stefan Raab coming down here..

Rising to their feet, the fans erupt in Boos as Stefan Raab steps out from the back and heads to the ring in a serious pace. Knuckles with his back to the entrance doesn't see Raab until he's slid into the ring and then Knuckles turns around right into a "Killercutter" by Stefan Raab. The referee calls for the bell and the match is now a No Contest.[/center]

Stenfelder: Due to Outside Interference, the referee has called this Match a No Contest!

The fans boo as the result of the match is called but Raab continues stomping away at Johnny Knuckles. Yarmouth rises to his feet and turns to see his partner having his way with Knuckles and joins in the fray. Raab picks Knuckles up off the canvas and holds him as Yarmouth backs into a springboard off the far ropes and goes to hit his "Yarmouth Stomp" Bicycle Kick but Knuckles pulls from Raab and ducks just in time as the Bicycle Kick Finisher connects with Raab and sends the German to the canvas.

Yarmouth hears the cheers from the crowd and looks around as if confused by them. Knuckles flies in with a forearm and continues blasting away at Yarmouth but after a brief moment on the canvas, Raab returns to his feet. Spinning Knuckles around, Raab hits another "Killercutter" and puts the Italian down. Raab gets up and shoves Yarmouth, screaming at him for the Bicycle Kick mishap. Yarmouth tries to explain but Raab slaps the big man and all the explaining he could have done goes out the window.

Beckett: Uh Oh! It's about to go down! Raab isn't having any mistakes from Yarmouth!

Nailz: I just don't see how it's smart to slap someone that can eat your weight in one sitting...Makes no sense..

Beckett: He got put in his place, Raab claims he carries this team. Who lost against Noble-Hart? Yarmouth. Raab is the captain.

Nailz: If you believe that you're dumber than you look..

Yarmouth rubs his face and steps towards Raab who quickly goes from Controlling to Female in seconds. He cowers and begs as Yarmouth walks him back. Neither notice as Knuckles rolls out of the ring and regains his composure. He reaches down under the ring and pulls out a sledgehammer. The fans light up with flashes and screams of cheer as he raises it into the air. Yarmouth and Raab both look as Knuckles slides into the ring with the hammer. Raab shoves Yarmouth with a side arm as he hurries and escapes the ring.

Knuckles hits the ropes after Raab and launches the sledgehammer into the air, aiming his throw at Raab but the German Entertainer moves and the hammer bounces off the entrance ramp. Yarmouth still in the ring exchanges some motions and words with Raab but Raab flips his partner off and heads into the back. Yarmouth with his front leaned against the ropes is grabbed from behind and lifted over the shoulders of Johnny Knuckles. The whole house thumps with cheers as Johnny Knuckles plants Yarmouth in the center of the ring with his "Broken Promise" Reverse Death Valley Driver. Knuckles gets up and celebrates before leaving the ring to his music playing.

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We cut backstage to a man rather unsettled in this Filipino heat. The women were attractive and all but the temperature, the perspiration and the general feeling of poverty that drenched the area made Callahan yearn for the white picket fences and sprinkled lawns of home. Nevertheless, rather than hide underneath a rock and wait for the sun to go away he had business to attend to. Knocking rather loudly and suddenly on the door of our current champion Anthony Bailey, the world's champion is less than pleased to see his biggest detractor stood on his door step.

Michael Callahan: What on Earth was that Bailey?

Anthony Bailey: What was what?

Michael Callahan: “Oooh I respect you. Oooh it's on my conscience.” What are you, a namby-pamby scum-sucking pinko scumbag?

Anthony Bailey: Sorry that doing the right thing and trying to put issues behind you isn't part of your manifesto. I know what you're like for stirring the pot Callahan.

Callahan scoffs.

Michael Callahan: I didn't realise “doing the right thing” constituted fraud of false representation. Paying Borderland off to hit you both this time so it looked like you weren't involved isn't a convincing ploy Bailey. I see right through both of you surreptitious hacks.

Anthony Bailey: Oh come on. Don't be so naïve Callahan. You know as well as I do that Borderland isn't stupid. He's smart enough to pull his own strings and make his own choices as a wrestler. I had nothing to do with him attacking me and Sally. You really think I'd pay a man to make me spend the under card of my show licking my wounds and hoping to God Sally doesn't tap into an opening Borderland created for her?

Bailey's response triggers a loud, obnoxious spraying laugh right in his face from the American Hero.

Michael Callahan: I'm naïve? I'M naïve? Here you are, constantly denying that you're like me. You make these brazen claims that you're a man of the people, that you care about what the constituents want and that everything you do is in their best interest. That's as maybe, yet you neglect the things that really matter. Your friends, your family, even your girlfrien-

He can't take it anymore. No longer can he sit by and abide Callahan, not when he's trash talking the people closest to him. With a swing of the right hand, he sends The American Hero crashing to the floor with one good shot to the face. Callahan stares back at the enraged champion, his face beet red and coarse with fury. Before Bailey can give Callahan the kicking he deserves, his train of thought is derailed by the clattering of the tray, the shattering of the glass mugs and the splash of coffee hitting the lino floor as a new presence darts in between him and his assailant.

?: Anthony, what on Earth are you doing?

Bailey looks up with focused, furious eyes expecting Schmidt, Talfourd, Jason Kash, anyone but the man stood before him, his dear old uncle Terrence Bailey.

Anthony Bailey: He pushed me too far. You don't bring my family into a discussion about the wrestling. What're you even doing here?

Terrence Bailey: I'm here because Michael offered me a chance to come see you and-

Bailey attempts another lunge out of sheer fury that Callahan is making active attempts to play matchmaker with his family members. It's incredibly manipulative and justified of a slap to the face but despite not being a world championship wrestler, dear old uncle Terry is able to hold Bailey back from stomping a mudpie in Callahan.

Anthony Bailey: What're you doing?! I need to take care of this conceited little rat once and for all.

Terrence Bailey: That “little rat” has put more effort into keeping us connected in an hour than you've done in a year. He got me out of prison, he got me the flight out here to see you and now you're repaying his civility by trying to punch his lights out? He's been more like family to me than you have.

If Anthony Bailey had been drinking liquids at this point, you could bet he would've spat them everywhere.

Anthony Bailey: Are you serious?!

Terrence Bailey: You never return my letters, my calls, my e-mails. Can't even think to visit your old uncle even now that he's out of jail. I'd expect you of all people with all your flash money to buy me that traditional “fresh out of prison cheeseburger” but no, not squat. Mike on the other hand offered me front row seats tonight for when you wrestle that Sally you're always going at it with and got me a backstage pass so I could come and see you. This is how you repay his kindness, by socking him in the chin? You're really letting the fame go to your head kid.

Bailey peers around Terrence to see that Callahan's now scarpered, to where he doesn't know but the intention to Bailey at least is clear. Driving a rift between uncle and nephew was the clear goal here and he's chipped it into the back of the net. He seethes through gritted teeth then tries his best to let it go as Terrence makes his way after Callahan. Bailey calms down and thinks to try and speak to his uncle to straighten things out but he's already gone.

We return from the backstage area as Hide and Seek by Nonpoint plays and as the crowd cheers as the know who is about to come as the lights dim. The drums kick in as “The Soul of Philly” TJ appears on the stage and the lights burst back on. He stands there as the Singapore crowd cheers for him.

Nailz: We heard TJ say he had a message for Jules after finding Phil spying on him.

Beckett: Yea, and TJ, being the bully he is, overdid it, grabbing and manhandling Phil like that!

TJ makes his way down to the ring, high fiving the fans along the ramp. He gets the fans around the steel steps and then walks up the stairs, walks across the apron, and steps over the top rope. He pulls a microphone out of the waist of his pants.

TJ: How are we doing Singapore?

Cheap pop from the crowd.

TJ: As most of you know, my ankle isn’t one hundred percent, and that’s because of constant attacks and attempts to make me do something that I’ve never done in my life: give up. Those constant attacks and attempts are all from the same desperate, Englishman, Julius Farquhar. Now, as you probably know, Julius has to face me in an I Quit match for his Tap Out Championship at One Night In Hell. As you probably know, Julius has never beat me. My second match on Asylum was against Julius, in a street fight, he almost broke my ankle in that match, and I still won. That same night, he finished the job and broke it and thought I was done and he was safe for Shockwave and I wasn’t done and he wasn’t safe. So what did he do? He bought himself a ref, not just any ref, the ref for our match. A move that only a desperate man makes. A move you only make when you doubt yourself. It’s also a move that you make if you’re a cowardly Englishman.

Beckett: How dare he spread lies about the character of Julius Farquhar.

Nailz: What about that is a lie? Julius hasn’t dare look TJ in the eyes and attack him, always sneak attacks after TJ’s finished a match.

TJ: Then at Shockwave, he had the ref ring the bell and declare him the winner as soon as I was locked in an ankle lock. The fact, is, Julius can’t beat me. He came and disrespected Meltdown during my last days, he disrespected me by having the audacity to think he could make me quit. But most of all, he disrespected my city.

He takes the mic away from his mouth and shows his Eagles Jersey proudly.

TJ: You don’t just disrespect my city and go unscathed. You should be happy that you’re walking right now, because come One Night In Hell, you won’t be running away, you won’t be standing, you won’t be conscious. Come One Night in Hell…

“Pomp and Circumstance March no.1 in D” plays as Julius Farquhar comes out to the stage with a mic in his hand. He takes in the jeers of the fans

Julius: Let me spell out the facts because you are evidently too stupid see what is plain and obvious: come One Night In Hell, I will end this façade of a tough man you portray. I will prove to you and to everyone who doubts me and my mission for a better Asylum, an Asylum that does not have the likes of you, an Asylum flourishing with ‘Quintessentially English Justice’.

TJ: Likes of me? You mean honorable asskickers?

Julius: You and the word “honourable” go together like Singapore and good hygiene.

The crowd boos as he laughs at them.

TJ: At least I have the decency to look someone to their face as I’m about to kick their ass.

Julius: That is it? That is all the mighty and honourable tough guy has to come back with?

TJ: No, but it’s the truth. I can stand here and make false claims about me and you, but the truth is, you are a coward, continually attacking me when my back is turned and the best part of that is you do this, thinking to catch me off guard and make me tap out, something I have never and will never do.

Julius: Because you get saved by Reginald’s precious security crews. Every time you are about to quit, you get saved.

TJ: Is that how you feel Jules? You think that I would have tapped if it weren’t for the security “saving” me?

Julius: Yes, that is the truth; even these morons in attendance know this.

TJ nods his head and looks around, thinking…thinking…

Beckett: Our Quintessentially English Champion speaks the truth, TJ has been saved countless times just when he’s on the verge of tapping.

Nailz: TJ’s ankle has been broken for almost three months, I think if he was going to tap, he would tap sooner than later.

Thinking….got it.

TJ: So you think that’s the truth Farqy boy?

Julius: ‘Farqy boy’ – how witty; but I would not recommend giving up the day job. Secondly, it is an undeniable truth and I am willing to prove it. As a matter of fact, I shall prove tonight that your tough man act is just that – an act. And a feeble one at that.

TJ: How so Farqy boy?

A flash of anger appears on Julius face at the taunt, and he raises the mic to his lips. However he shakes his head, runs a hand through his hair, regaining his composure.

Julius: I am willing to bet that you could not stand one full minute, that is sixty seconds by the way, in the Windsor Knot.

TJ: What’s in it for me?

Julius: Well, how about honesty. If you accept and succeed, well then you have the chance to show the world you are not the liar you really are. Of course, we all know you will fail and truth will reign supreme.

TJ: That’s it?

Julius: Okay, I will throw you an additional carrot. Let’s say that if you can stand the pain of the Windsor Knot for a full sixty seconds, TJ, I will not continue the attacks you have suffered since this war began.

TJ: I don’t believe that for a damn minute.

Julius: I am English, we keep our promises. I promised to walk out of Shockwave as champion and I did.

TJ: I don’t believe you. That said, I’d love to prove that you can’t make me tap out and that your days as Tap Out champion are numbered. So come on down here Farqy and let’s get a ref!

Nailz: I can’t believe this is about to happen live on Asylum!

Beckett: TJ is a fool. Julius is about to break him before One Night In Hell.

A ref comes from backstage as Julius makes his way into the ring. TJ lies on his stomach, waiting for Jules to lock in the Windsor Knot. Julius measure ups TJ and then locks in the Windsor Knot and the ref signals for the time to begin as a big 1:00 comes up on the tron. Julius viciously rips TJ’s head left and right as TJ grimaces in pain. The ref holds a mic to his mouth

Ref: TJ do you give up?

TJ: Nope, I’m good.

Julius pulls back on TJ’s face, forcing more pressure on TJ as the clock is down to :35

Nailz: Half way there.

Beckett: He’s about to tap, look at the pain in his face.

Ref: TJ, do you give up?

TJ: Try harder Jules.

Julius pulls back as hard as he can, bringing TJ’s upper body up off the mat, almost making his back bend at a ninety degree angle while TJ’s neck looks to be at a ninety-one degree mark. At :23, the ref puts the mic to TJ’s mouth again.

Ref: TJ..

TJ:…No….try….harder.

Julius starts to wring across the face of TJ. At :15, TJ puts his hand in the air, as Julius screams.

Julius: TAP! TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

The ref puts the mic to TJ again.

TJ: NO!

The clock approaches ten as the crowd prepares to count down!

Ten!

Julius: TAP! TAP OUT!

Nine!

Ref: TJ?

Eight!

TJ raises his hand in the air again.

Seven!

Ref: Do you submit?

Six!

Julius: YOU FOOL! TAP!

Five!

TJ’s closes his hand into a fist and slams the mat.

Four!

Julius: TAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

Three!

Ref: TJ?

Two!

TJ: NOOOO!

One!

The buzzer sounds as Julius pulls back so hard, he loses the grip on TJ.

The ref pulls Julius away as Julius looks down at TJ, who rubs the back of his neck to relieve the pain. Julius looks down in disbelief, shaking his head. TJ grabs the mic the ref had while lying on the mat.

TJ: Nice try Farqy boy. Maybe next time, probably not though. I’ll see you at-

Julius doesn’t allow TJ to finish his sentence, dropping an elbow to the back of TJ’s head. He motions to the back as his associate, Barry Hoskins leads three men running down the ramp into the ring while Julius barks the orders to them.

Nailz: Some promise!

Beckett: He said he wouldn’t attack TJ, he’s keeping his promise. He’s English after all, well mannered.

Nailz: Well tempered is another story.

The attack continues as Barry Hoskins and the other men stomp on TJ. Julius waves them off as he grabs a mic. He drops to the mat to talk to TJ, face to face, kinda.

Julius: Why will you not just give up? What point are you trying to prove?

Julius gives him the mic to speak.

TJ: That you can’t beat me.

Julius: Look at yourself TJ, you are a foolish man who has foolishly put himself in front of the incoming train that is the Quintessentially English Empire. The solution is simple: just utter the words ‘I Quit’ and your suffering will be over.

TJ grabs the mic.

TJ: Never.

He headbutts Julius as the group of men go back to attack as TJ tries to fight them off. He throws them off of him and looks at Julius, who is in the corner. TJ charges him but he gets gang tackled by two men, who he starts to fight off. Barry Hoskins and the other man get him from behind and drag him down to his knees. Julius motions the front two men to give him room. They move a bit as Julius makes TJ Pay Homage as the big man falls to the mat. He gains his composure and grabs his Tap Out title and raises it high in the air as the four men surrounding up raise their hands in the air.

Beckett: Brain, four. Brawn, zero.

Nailz: You’re almost as despicable as Julius. Some champion. He and his Empire have jumped TJ because Julius, again, couldn’t force TJ to tap out.

Beckett: And you’re almost as foolish as TJ to defy our Quintessentially English champion and defend that brute!

Nailz: Well, one way or another, at One Night In Hell, this war will be over.

Asylum goes to commercial with The Quintessentially English Empire standing tall over TJ, who is now being checked by the medics around the ring. Asylum cuts to another commercial break.

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Stenfelder: The following contest is a Beat the Clock Challenge Match!

#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.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 234 pounds, from Chicago, Illinois, “Simply Put” Johnny Rebel!

Nailz: If Johnny Rebel wants to be the last man to enter the Elimination Chamber, he's going to have to beat the time of 12 minutes and 32 seconds set by Phil Atken in his win over Shane Borderland earlier tonight!

Beckett: That may seem like a lot of time, but considering the caliber of the two other beat the clock matches we have here tonight, well, I think both J-Reb, and his opponent, Michael Callahan, will have a lot of trouble dispatching of each other within that mark!

#IT'S TIME TO PRAY THE PRICE!

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.

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

Drums come to life followed by the galloping rythym of the guitar and the crowd come alive for none other than the duly elected wrestling representative Michael Callahan himself. The smug Republican holds his arms high in the air as he struts out before a packed audience. Cameras flash all across the arena as everyone tries to get a decent shot of Callahan, his arrogant smirk almost the size of the arena.

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

Nailz: Callahan feels like a lot of the attention heading into the Elimination Chamber match is between Anthony Bailey, Sally Talfourd, and Shane Borderland. He looks to bring some attention to himself tonight!

Beckett: Whoever wins the Beat the Clock Challenge gets to enter the Elimination Chamber last. Whoever gets that opportunity will certainly be in the Cat-Bird seat come One Night in Hell!

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

He finally makes his way up the steel steps holding his title high again before climbing in through the ring ropes. Before he's all the way in, Johnny Rebel attacks him, prompting the ref to ring the bell and start the match! DING! DING! DING!

Beat the Clock Match
“Simply Put” Johnny Rebel vs. “The American Hero” Michael Callahan

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As the bell rings, a timer appears on the Action-Tron, as well as in the bottom right hand corner of the screen for the audience at home. It's counting up from 0:00, and there's a time of 12:32 shown in red numbers next to the timer. Rebel starts out the match the aggressor, smothering Callahan with clubs and blows. Callahan eventually gets his hand up to rake Rebel across the eyes, giving him an opening. He takes Rebel down with a Snapmare, and then applies a Seated Shoulderlock, trying to wear Rebel down in the early goings.

Beckett: I don't know how smart it is of Callahan to try and wear Johnny Rebel down this way. It's going to take a long time to wear Rebel down, and moves like this are far too slow.

Nailz: Well, he does have 12 minutes and 32 seconds in total. We're at just about three minutes, so he still has some time. But then again, so does Rebel!

The match continues on, with Callahan continuing to wear down Rebel with several grinding submission moves, until about the six minute mark, were Callahan has Rebel locked in a Boston Crab, only to have Rebel grab a hold of his leg and pull through, reversing into a Boston Crab of his own! Rebel rides the hold of a little bit before releasing it and pulling Callahan up, giving him a Snap Suplex before going for a cover, 1
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Callahan kicks out again! Rebel pulls Callahan back up by the head, but receives a hard punch to the gut, followed up with Callahan popping up to his feet and nailing a series of Knife Edge Chops that backs Rebel into the corner!

Nailz: They can hear those chops loud and clear in the cheap seats!

The match continues to go back and forth, with each man checking the clock every now and again. Once it hits the 11 minute mark, a sense of desperation sets in for both competitors, and they begin to trade blows wildly back and forth! Callahan gets the advantage, and whips Rebel hard into the corner, and follows up with a stiff Running Clothesline in the corner before setting Rebel on the top rope! Callahan begins to climb up himself, and pulls Rebel up to a standing position, but before he can launch the Superplex, Rebel gives him a hard fist to chin! Callahan lets go, and the two men begin trading punches perched on the top rope!

Beckett: This is very dangerous! If one or both of these men take a spill, this match will be over!

The two men continue to trade punches as the clock hits 12:00, and as Callahan takes a wild swing, Rebel blocks it and manages to string together four or five punches in a row before pulling Callahan in and delivering a Put Down from the top rope! The fans are in shock as Rebel begins to crawl towards Callahan.

12:25

Rebel is in severe pain, but Callahan is out.

12:26

Beckett: Can he make it to make cover!?

Rebel is just inches away!

12:27

Rebel drapes his arm over the unconcious Callahan, 1
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Callahan gets his shoulder up at the very last second!

12:30

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12:32

BUZZ!

Draw[/center]

Stenfelder: Because neither competitor was able to secure a pinfall or submission before time ran out, this match is ruled a draw!

Nailz: What a match! Both Callahan and Rebel showed why they deserve to be in the Elimination Chamber, as neither man showed any signs of giving up!

Beckett: It was a spirited contest, one that could have gone either way, but you know neither man has got to be happy about the finish, or lack thereof, in this match up!

Rebel slams his fists on the mat in frusteration, as Callahan dejectedly makes his way back up the ramp.

Nailz: After two Beat the Clock Matches, “The Unfortunate” Phil Atken still has the time to beat of 12 minutes and 32 seconds!

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Staring at the wall of his locker room, APW Suicidal Champion Jason Kash is stuck in a gaze at the big banner hanging from the wall. Bloody Hand prints dried out on the banner to represent the two people including himself who have earned their trust in each other. An idea that came to him dreaming and fighting inside of a nightmare in his sleep. His head tilted a bit to the side he stares at the layout of each hand print and a grin stretches across his face.

Jason Kash: Trust. Loyalty has meant so little in this business of ours for years. During a partnership people claim to have such trusts, such loyalties to their friends but most, if not all of those friendships come to an end. That loyalty, that trust has an expiration date. All of this, the purpose of these hand prints covered in blood were not to take me into a Gothic or Cult like frame of mind. It was to really see who I can trust that was or would be around me.

The rise is taking place, the time for loyalties and trust to not come from a friendly bond but a common goal is upon us. Most have not even notice it has awaken. Like the violent thoughts of my mind, the rise will be something nobody can see coming before it strikes. That moment when mouths drop and people's heart beat rapidly because something happened out of the ordinary. That moment when you pick up phones to call your friends and tell them to watch because these things don't happen regularly.

He places his hand up to the bloody hand print he had done seemingly so long ago. It still fits as a perfect match. He scratches a chip of the blood and it powders off into the air. He steps back and looks at it again.

Jason Kash: Maybe I've lost apart of who I am because I no longer do drugs to push back the images and thoughts inside my head that make me want to hurt people. Maybe it was never the drugs that held these things back, maybe it was the acceptance of the fans that held me back from doing what was needed to become who I am now. One thing I know I can do is be great. I've had my ups and downs, my failures and successful moments but in the journey I've had since being in this Promotion, I've made every moment worth the time of anyone watching. I've been a big factor in Asylum's rise and for that WE will give it another...Trust. Loyalty....It can be made, it can be broken.

Johnny Sykes, tonight you and I will go into a world of Hell. Caged Ladder match, the world watching as one of us leaves the ring as the Suicidal Champion of not just Asylum but APW. This show, this brand means the world to me because I've helped carry it into a new Modern Day. A day I helped mold and a Time that is mine to lose. You will experience this hell not because of the structure around us but because of the man standing across from you with blood in his lust, with hunger and violence in his thoughts. On this NIGHT Sykes...You will be beaten and broken at the hands of someone Grand. I can trust that, I'm loyal to that. WE will Rise, WE will know Success beyond recognition. Watch and you shall witness..

Kash walks up and slaps his hand to his print again before grabbing his Suicidal Championship. He then exits the locker room as the scene jumps back to ringside.

Stefan comes out through the curtain just wearing his gold and black wrestling tights with his nickname The Killerplauze on the front of them with TV Total logos on the side of his trousers and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and does a holdup on each turnbuckle and everyone boos him as he does a few boxing punches to the cameras before he looks at his opponent with anger in his eyes waiting for the match to start.

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall: From Koln, Germany; Weighing 260lbs, he is “The Killerplauze”....STEFAN RAAB!

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: Coming to the ring: from Windsor, England; he weighs in at 228lbs...he is the current APW Tap Out Champion: “Quintessentially English”...JULIUS FARQUHAR!

Farquhar is inside the ring, waving the flag around. He climbs onto each turnbuckle and waves the cross of St. George to all corners, before discarding it and calling for a mic.

Julius: Good evening Singapore!

Boos from the crowd.

Julius: The port of Singapore was once one of the most valuable assets of the English Empire, providing a vital outpost in the battle to civilise the barbarian tribes of the East. I wish I could say it was nice to be here, but it is of the highest shame that this nation has become a despicable haven for bandits, villains, and women of questionable morality. Shame on all of you.

More boos from the crowd.

Julius: Nevertheless, like a shining white knight I come to show you true Quintessentially English Justice, and tonight I promise to make the lives of every single one of you infinitely better merely by having set your eyes upon the living manifestation of superiority.

Nailz: This guy! What a jerk! These people didn’t come here to be insulted.

Beckett: He’s not wrong though.

Julius: Speaking of justice. It has not escaped my attention that there is a certain bias shown against me on the voice of Asylum. I am, of course, referring to the abject and prejudiced commentary provided by Scott Nailz.

Julius turns to face Nailz.

Julius: You Sir, are a vile charlatan pouring noxious filth into the minds of the weak and vulnerable every single show you broadcast. Therefore it is my duty, as a harbinger of justice, to ensure a thoroughly objective and principled voice is added to the commentary team for all of my matches. I introduce your special guest commentator, my asscociate – Barry Hoskins.

Nailz: You have got to be joking me.

The crowd boo as Barry Hoskins, former APW referee turned associate of Julius Farquhar, heads down to the ring, a beaming smile on his face. He stops to shake hands with Julius before taking his seat at commentary.

Barry Hoskins: Good evening gentlemen.

Beckett: Welcome Barry, it was about time we had an upgrade around here.

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.

Stenfelder: From the Bronx, New York; he weighs 200lbs...JAIR HOPKINS!

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. Julius Farquhar charges across the ring and begins to stomp all over Hopkins before he can rise to his feet, the ref calls for the bell and the match officially begins.

Non-Title Triple Threat Match
Julius Farquhar vs. Stefan Raab vs. Jair Hopkins

Hopkins tries to get to his feet, but he is attacked with a barrage of blows from Julius, and then Raab joins in as the two villains control the much smaller opponent. Julius pushes Hopkins into a corner and Raab is in quickly with an elbow smash. Julius grabs Hopkins by the arm and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner, then Raab whips Julius across looking for a corner splash, but Hopkins uses the ropes to frog leap over Julius’ head. Julius hits the turnbuckle, bounces out and is floored by a standing spinning heel kick by Hopkins. Raab charges across the ring, but Hopkins meets him halfway and takes the German down with a running leg lariat. Hopkins gets to his feet and throws his arms up in the like a true ‘winner’ and gets a pop from the crowd. Julius is back on his feet, Jair runs to the ropes and springboards off the middle rope into a bulldog on Julius. Raab gets back to his feet, but Hopkins is quickly all over him and runs him through the ropes to the outside. Hopkins continues to work the crowd and his offense on Julius, cornering him and delivering repeated backhand chops to the chest. The momentum in the match switches when Raab re-joins the match from the outside and lands a double axe-handle to the back of Hopkins’ head.

Nailz: The energy and the verve of Jair Hopkins giving him the early advantage here, but we saw the danger of triple threats: there is danger lurking from more than one direction.

Beckett: Hopkins took his eye off the ball; he got cocky and arrogant. Now we’ll see him pay for that.

The two heels strike up a tacit alliance and begin a methodical beatdown on the much smaller Hopkins. The double team begins with Raab beating Hopkins down to the mat, then stomping on his legs, while Julius repeatedly slams his knee into Jair’s head and chest. Raab and Julius lift Hopkins to his feet, whip him against the ropes and floor him with a double running clothesline. Julius drops down and starts to choke Jair, while Raab lands a standing elbow drop right into Jair’s knee. The ref gives Julius a four count, he ends the choke, but immediately re-applies it as the ref steps away; Raab lifts Jair’s leg and slams it down against the mat.

Nailz: Make no mistake about it; this is a handicap match masquerading as a triple threat. Farquhar and Raab have struck up quite the alliance here.

Beckett: How could you accuse these two upstanding individuals of such a thing?

Barry Hoskins: Exactly. I can’t believe you can sit there, Nailz, and accuse Mr. Farquhar of being in cahoots with a German, and at the same time try to maintain your journalistic credibility.

Nailz: To have you, Hoskins, lecture me on credibility is insulting. I hope you tongue in firmly in cheek when you do so.

Barry Hoskins: Are you calling me a retard?

The double team continues with Julius whispering something to Raab. The German lifts Hopkins for a back suplex and Julius steps behind Raab, back to back, taking holding of Hopkins’ neck and completing a back suplex/neckbreaker double team. As Hopkins tries to roll away clutching his neck, Julius dives over him and makes a cover.

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Barry Hoskins: Julius was about to deliver another victory for Quintessentially English Justice and that Sauerkraut-munching ape got in the way.

Nailz: I shouldn’t have to remind you that this match is EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF.

Beckett: As long as Julius wins, right Barry?

Barry Hoskins: Exactly.

Julius is now arguing with Raab about his actions. Julius eventually ends the dispute by waving Raab away and lifting Hopkins with a waistlock. However, Jair counters with a back elbow, loosening Julius grip; Jair lands another back elbow and he’s free, bouncing off the ropes and lifting the crowd’s spirits...but he’s caught by Julius with a sleeper hold. Raab moves in a delivers a punching combination to Jair’s body, showing off his boxing credentials. Julius lets Jair out of the sleeper hold and he drops to the mat. Raab and Julius grab Jair by the head and slam him backwards onto the mat, Jair’s head bouncing violently off the mat. Julius tries to direct traffic again, but this time Raab replies with a negative and pushes Julius away from him. The Tap Out Champion responds by trying to sucker punch Raab, but the German reads it, blocks and counters with two hard shots of his own. With Julius staggered Raab charges in and clotheslines the Englishman to the mat, then he picks Julius up and launches him across the ring with a release German suplex.

Nailz: I think Stefan Raab has had enough of Julius Farquhar’s BS out there.

Barry Hoskins: What an insult! Mr. Farquhar was showing Raab the ropes out there, and this is how he repays him.

Beckett: Yeah, shame on him. I’ll never use a German hooker again.

Raab turns back to Jair and lifts him to his feet, but Hopkins pushes Raab off and connects with a roundhouse calf kick, knocking Raab down. Hopkins bounces off the ropes as Raab gets back to his feet and this time lands a diving cross body, the crowd now on their feet and cheering again. As Raab gets up again, Jair hits a high knee to the face, then transitions into a bulldog, planting Raab face first on the mat. Jair goes for the cover...

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Julius drags Jair to his feet and lands an English uppercut, tries to whip Jair against the ropes, but Jair counters and sends Julius into the ropes, flooring Julius with a clothesline. Julius is quickly back to his feet, Jair tries another whip into the ropes, but counters into a short-arm drop toe hold, which enables Julius to lock Jair in the ankle lock.

Nailz: Ankle lock! The move Julius used to break TJ’s ankle before Shockwave.

Beckett: Jair’s gonna have to tap. He can’t possibly withstand the pressure.

Jair screams out in pain, but shows resistance on his face; Julius cranks up the pressure he is applying, but as Jair hints at submitting Raab comes in from the side and spears Julius to the mat, releasing Jair from the hold. Raab mounts Julius and begins to pound away at his face, after ten big shots he gets back to his feet and starts to stalk around the ring. Jair is the first to his feet, Raab moves in looking for The Killercutter, but Jair able to reverse and send Raab into the ropes. Raab comes back and Jair nails him with a knee smash, then a lifting inverted DDT.

Nailz: Jair has given Raab two-thirds of the OMFG here! We could be seconds away from a finish.

Jair turns to run to the ropes but he is caught by a huge clothesline from out of nowhere by Julius. The Tap Out Champion quickly takes up a position at Jair’s legs and puts him into the ankle lock. Jair tries his best to resist, but he is locked in centre ring and when Julius grapevines the hold there is no escape so Jair Hopkins is forced to tap out.

Winner: Julius Farquhar

Nailz: It’s victory for Julius Farquhar, but he’s maintaining that damn ankle lock. Come on! This is out of order!

Julius continues to punish Jair and the camera zooms and Julius can be heard shouting ‘You will quit TJ!’ A posse of officials surge the ring and manage to drag Julius off Jair and out of the ring. The Tap Out Champion though is frantic and tries several times to get back into the ring. Eventually he decides to give up, take his belt and head backstage. But not without stopping at a camera and shouting into it.

Julius: Take a long look at this TJ! This is your fate. I’m not just going to make you quit at One Night In Hell, I’m going to make sure you never walk again.

Julius stomps off backstage as the team of physicians are seen heading to the ring to check on Jair Hopkins.

Nailz: A sickening message sent to TJ by Julius Farquhar. The Tap Out Champion is obsessed, but will he be able to make “The Soul of Philly” quit at ONIH?

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We’re backstage watching none other than the World Heavyweight Champion go through his pre-match rituals. Lacing his books, folding his belt, stretching himself out. You know the drill. Before anyone can ask “why are we watching this?” we quickly find out why ...

Sally: Hey champ.

Anthony looks up to find the indescribable Sally Talfourd standing over him. No smirks or smiles, though no frowns or glares either. As unreadable as Anthony regrets.

Anthony: Sally.

Sally: Got time to talk?

Anthony: Depends what you want to talk about.

Sally takes a seat beside Anthony on the bench we found him on A moment of awkward silence. When will these two finally sort Shockwave out!?

Sally: So, tonight ... you see the rest of the results?

Anthony: Yeah. 12:32 and then 12:29.

Sally: It looks like 12:29 is the time to beat then. If we can’t, we’ve only got 3 more seconds until the match ends.

Anthony: Huh?

Sally: Well, when 12:32 comes around, there’s no more point if neither or us have pinned or tapped or whatever. We’re last. We’ll be the slowest. Which means ...

Anthony: ... we’ll be the two who start the match.

Sally: Yeah. I’ve done that before and it’s ... it’s hell Anthony. It’s the reason why the pay per view is One Night in Hell. But it’s not just one night.

Anthony: What do you mean?

Sally: The toll a match like this takes on your body? It ruins people. It ruined me for a long time. I’ve never been the same since. My knees still hurt after that match.

Anthony: Then we’ve got to beat 12:32.

Both megastars just sit there, contemplating the difference of 4 seconds. 12:28 and one of them is in last. 12:32 and no result ... they’re both in first. That’s the importance of a few seconds here. Sally stares off, probably thinking back to her first chamber match in APW, when she’s quickly bought back to reality.

Anthony: Sally, we need to talk about Shockwave.

Sally: Why? What’s there to say?

Anthony: I didn’t ask Shane to come down. I didn’t want him to.

Sally: But he did ...

Anthony: I know that. Of course I know that. But things happen that neither of us can control. How many times in your life have things happened that you didn’t plan for? That you didn’t want to happen? But they did. They happened and you made the most of it. That’s all I did. You talk about how the fans love you and that APW needs you ... well, the fans love me too. The fans would have wanted you to have pinned me the same way I pinned you.

Sally: But ...

Anthony: Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have done it. Don’t tell me that you wouldn’t have made the most out of an opportunity like that. If it was me ... if it was any of those people in the chamber ... if it was Level-One back at Rasslemania ... it wouldn’t have mattered, you would have done it.

Sally: You don’t know what I would have done ...

The err’ing pause at the end of that is enough to cause Anthony headaches. He jumps up, the ultimate level of frustration crossing his face. He runs his hands over his head.

Anthony: Then tell me what you would have done! Tell me what I should have done!

Sally lets out a long sigh, then up’s to her feet. She’s still a sight shorter than the world champion, but at this moment ... she doesn’t feel it.

Sally: You want to know? You want to know if I’d have pinned you at Shockwave when you were knocked out cold by some lunatic who had no reason being there?

Bang bang bang! There’s a thumping at the door! Then a crew member throws his head through the doorway (not literally!).

Crew: Get down to the curtains! You’re about to go and you’re ... two minutes late!

Sally throws a look to Anthony.

Sally: I’d ...

Crew: Now!

Sally: ... better get going.

Sally smirks at Anthony, then pats his cheek as she starts to head off. Anthony watches as she leaves, then lets out an exasperated sigh. He carefully picks up his belt, and positions it over his shoulder. Just when we think everyone’s happy enough ... slam! Anthony nearly throws the door off its hinges as he leaves the locker. I guess he really wants to know. huh?

Elsewhere backstage, Reginald Schmidt and Bambi are talking inside his office.

Reginald: You know what, Bambi, I haven't heard back from President Jeff or Johnny Diamond as to whether any Overdrive or Meltdown Mega Stars are going to be entered into the Japanese Death Match Battle Royale you so brilliantly came up with a couple of weeks ago. It just may be an Asylum exclusive. That's not what I had hoped when we booked the match...

Bambi: Well Reginald, we still have three weeks before the pay per view. Already entered are Johnny Knuckles, Stefan Raab, Yarmouth, and either Johnny Sykes or Jason Kash, pending the outcome of tonight's Main Event. We're looking at four Mega Stars right there. Between both Elimination Chamber Matches, the North American Title Match, and all the other matches going on, there's going to be a ton of carnage already. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if it was just exclusively Asylum Mega Stars.

Reginald: You know what, Bambi, you're right. I'll leave it open for anybody, but I won't lose any sleep if it only ends up being a Four-Man Battle Royale. It's still going to show why Asylum is the hardcore brand in APW!

Nailz: Here we go! The final Beat the Clock match. We've already got a 12:32 and a 12:28. If Sally or Bailey can beat that, they'll be going in last.

Beckett: if they can't then they'll be in first!

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: Ms. Talfourd looking keen and eager to get this match rolling. Since before Shockwave she's fancied herself better than her opponent.

Beckett: And yet she hasn't beat him. She'll be looking to make that mark tonight!

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

Nailz: And the world heavyweight champion is here. And like his opponent, he'll be looking for a win as quick as he can.

Both wrestlers stand tall across from each other in the ring, eyes locked. The ref does the rundown, calls for the bell, and we're under way.

Beat the Clock Match
Anthony “The Promise” Bailey vs. Sally Talfourd

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Both wrestlers slap hands then the real wrestling starts. Both wrestlers trade the upper hand ... Sally with a wrist lock ... Bailey into a hammerlock ... Sally over and under into a headlock ... Shoved off into the ropes ... Back with a clothesline ... Hooked into a half Nelson. Bailey starts to work over Sally's shoulder, wearing her down to eliminate one of her threats. Sally gets the rope, ref gets to 3 before Sally is free. She rolls over her arm before going to lock up again. More chain wrestling, and they both go deb to the hat. Sally locks up Bailey's legs, then starts to grind down on the knees. She goes in for a half Boston Crab. She has to fight to get Bailey over on his front. Bailey fights against the turn, hooks Sally's leg. She gets flipped, hits the mat, and Anthony is on her quick, locking on a side headlock to keep her down and catch his breath.

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Bailey works the two up and gets in a hammerlock, still working in that shoulder. Into a full Nelson ... Into a full Nelson slam. With Sally down on the mat. Elbow drop. Bailey brings her up again, into a short arm clothesline. Down to the mat again. Elbow drop. Bailey works over Sally's shoulder again. Foot on the rope. Bailey breaks it off, both make their feet. Bailey after Sally, kick to the gut from her. Knee to the face. Hits the ropes, comes off with a running bulldog. Bailey hits the mat, Sally rolls into that half Boston again. She leverages back, bending Bailey's back even further. Scrambling to get free, he edges closer and closer to the ropes, getting near enough to grab hold. Sally breaks at the 3. As Bailey is getting up, Sally with a wrist lock. Works Bailey to the centre. Goes for the facebreaker DDT. Reversed into a face first powerbomb. Sally hits the mat hard. Bailey has to take a moment before going into a pin. Sally hits Bailey with a stiff kick to the jaw as Anthony comes in. He stumbles back, Sally gets time to pull herself up with the ropes.

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Both wrestlers are a bit wounded, but come back in. They go strike for strike, chops and firearms battling backwards and forwards. Bailey battles Sally to the nearest corner. Headlock. Brings her out. Goes for a DDT, but Sally holds the ropes. Sally gets free and with a burst battles back against Bailey. Off the ropes. Drop kick. Bailey rolls with the momentum, comes up with the ropes. Springboard back kick. Sally hits the mat. Anthony in, Sally fights him off with European uppercut. Sally on the offence ... Implant Buster! Bailey reels. Sally goes in to hit the Makeover ... Reversed by Bailey into the Guaranteed Success! Sally hits the mat, Bailey has take a rest before the pin.

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Bailey goes in for a pin ... But Sally manages to get a trike to the side of Anthony's head. He falls away. Sally is quick to get up. Goes for a spinning wheel kick. Anthony dodges it. Anthony in for another Guaranteed Success. Sally tips the balance, brings both crashing down to the mat.

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Nailz: We're in to extra time!

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BUZZ!

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Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen the time for this match has expired and we have a draw! Neither wrestler has secured a finish! Therefore, the winner of the Beat the Clock Challenge, and the final Mega Star to enter the Extreme Elimination Chamber is "The Unfortunate" Phil Atken!

Beckett: What a shocker! Had you told me before tonight that Phil Atken would win the Beat the Clock Challenge I would have called you crazy!

Nailz: While Atken is the underdog in this match, he put the rest of Asylum on notice! Still, an excellent series of matches tonight! If the Beat the Clock Challenge is any indication of how intense the Extreme Elimination Chamber will be, and there's no reason to think otherwise, then we are in for a treat in three weeks from Tokyo!

Sally and Bailey are both visibly upset in the ring. Bailey storms out, collecting his title belt, while Sally shrugs her shoulders in the ring. APW Asylum on the Food Network goes to it's final commercial break.

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Stenfelder: The following is our MAIN EVENT of the Evening and it's for the APW Suicidal Championship! In this match the Championship will hang from above the ring. The ring will be surrounded with a Steel Cage and to win you must climb a Ladder and pull the Championship free. Introducing first, the Champion....From Houston, TX! Please put your hands together for..."The Influential One" JASSOON KAASSHH!!!!

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm out of my, out of my mind
Out of my fucking mind
I'm, I'm
I'm out of my, out of my mind
Out of my mind
I'm, I'm
Out of my, out of my mind
I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm out of my, out of my mind (Mind, mind, mind, mind)
I'm out of my fucking mind
Out of my fucking mind (Mind, mind, mind)

From the back comes Jason Kash as "Out Of My Mind" plays and the fans fill the arena with Boos and a few cheers from his loyalists. Kash grabs his head with both hands and shakes it like he's losing control but then leaps up off his feet and comes down landing on one knee. He slaps the top of the entrance ramp as the music goes into it's flow. Kash spins around and begins to get pumped. Slapping his chest, he proceeds down the ramp and gets to ring side. Kash puts a hand on the Steel Cage and shakes it. He steps up the steel stairs and enters the ring via the cage door. Instantly he looks up at his Suicidal Championship.

Stenfelder: And his opponent...From Pittsburgh, PA! He is "The Original OG Pranksta"! Put your hands together for the Challenger, JOOHHNNNYYY SSYYYKKKEESS!!!!

"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 stares at Kash through the cage as he jogs up the steel steps and enters the Caged Ring. Sykes slaps the ladder, already setup in the center of the ring. He leaps up onto a corner turnbuckle and grabs the cage as the fans roar in cheers.

Caged Ladder Match for the APW Suicidal Championship
Jason Kash Vs. Johnny Sykes

Beckett: This is an amazing night for not only Asylum but both of these men inside that Cage. Our first of hopefully many Caged Ladder Matches! This is a cool concept don't you agree?

Nailz: It's got two of the most classic matches in Pro Wrestling mixed together for the sake of violence and danger..What's not to like?

The bell sounds and Sykes leaps off the turnbuckle and faces Kash across the ring. The two of them approach the center of the ring, on each side of the standing ladder. Quickly both men begin to climb each side of the ladder, the try reaching around and hitting the other but continue to climb. They meet at the top of the ladder and trade stiff short hooks. Sykes throws an elbow, goes for another hook to follow but Kash blocks it and slaps Sykes with a Bell Clap to both ears. Kash slams down Sykes face into the top of the ladder.

He loses his balance and begins to fall but holds on. Kash throws his own elbow at the same time Sykes throws one and they clash elbows. Sykes holds onto the ladder and throws a big kick to Kash's head and knocks him senseless. Sykes climbs to the top of the ladder, dives off behind Kash, grabbing him and slamming him into the canvas hard with a sunset flip bomb. The fans loved that and give their approval with a round of claps and cheers. Sykes gets to his feet and quickly drops an elbow down into Kash's chest.

Nailz: Big move by Johnny Sykes early on as both men thought to try and end this one as quick as possible. In a match like this, nobody can force a victory. It comes with patience and determination. Who wants it more, who will survive to get it?

Beckett: These fans are loud. Booing, Cheering, it's deafening in here and this match just started! This night has been full of Action as per usual on Asylum!!

Johnny Sykes moves to a turnbuckle and climbs to the top. Looking for a high risk move, he takes in the crowd's ovation and approval. As he leaps off the top turnbuckle and seemingly goes for a Splash, Kash reaches up and grabs the ladder with both hands, tilting it over him and Johnny Sykes crashes into the falling ladder. Kash underneath the ladder tries to move but it crashes down on him as with Sykes weight.

Pushing the ladder off him, Kash gets to his feet and lifts the ladder off Sykes only to slam it down against his body. Tossing the ladder aside, Kash rips Sykes off the canvas and puts them in a front headlock. Lifting to choke Sykes, Kash walks him to the ropes. Kash pushes Sykes out of the headlock and goes to whip him across the ring but Sykes pulls back and brings Kash in, lifting him from his shoulder and sending Kash face first into the steel cage with a Flapjack. Kash folds down getting tangled into the ropes and cage wall.

Leaving Kash laying, Sykes grabs the ladder and sets it up, aligning it with where the belt is hanging. He gets it positioned and begins to climb it. Sykes is half way up the ladder, Kash rises to his feet and instead of trying to knock Sykes down, he just shoves the ladder. It tilts over and Sykes leaps from the ladder and catches onto the cage wall. As soon as Kash looks up at Sykes, Johnny Sykes pushes off the cage into a moonsault and lands hard into Kash. The crowd goes wild for the quick thinking by Johnny Sykes.

Beckett: Oh come on! This guy is auditioning for Spiderman on Broadway or what?

Nailz: That's call innovating in the current product! Great agility by the Challenger!

Getting to his feet Sykes is a bit dazed himself from the move but he pulls Kash up with him. He sets Kash up for a Northern Lights Suplex but Kash rises a knee and turns the attempt into a Fisherman's Brainbuster and the fans flinch as Sykes pounds into the canvas. Kash flops off his back and pushes to his knees and then his feet. Kash grabs and leans the ladder against a corner of the ring.

Lifting Sykes off the canvas with a handful of hair, Kash lays Sykes against the ladder. Moving to the opposite side of the ring, Kash does a slow and sloppy running in place motion before taking off at as fast as he can move. He jumps, front flips into a Senton and crashes hard into Sykes. The ladder bounces them both out of the corner and has bended a bit from the corner senton. Kash arches at the back, hurt from his own move connecting.

Beckett: That's what I'm talking about! That's Jason Kash at his finest. Pain and he doesn't care if it's him hurting as long as his opponent is hurting more! That's why he's our Grand Champion!

Nailz: More importantly he's our Suicidal Champion and that's what is on the line here tonight.

Beckett: You're right about that, these two men are going to go to hell and back to be that Champion as well. I have goosebumps, I'm so excited to see what comes next!!

As Kash rises, Johnny Sykes is on his hands and knees. As Kash approaches, Sykes kicks back like a horse and catches Kash to the groin. "The Influential One" goes crooked at the knees from the forceful kick and grabs the ropes as he begins to fall. Leaning in the ropes Kash is holding his junk as Sykes uses the ladder to push himself to his feet. Sykes turns and rushes in at Kash with a kick to Kash's outside thigh. Then throws a left kick to Kash's other thigh and repeats the attack. Right, left, right, left, right, left.

Kash bounces as each kick lands with a loud clap. Sykes jumps, spins and plants a hard Roundhouse Kick to the chest of Kash and Jason Kash falls through the ropes and slams his back into the cage. Sykes roars as the fans cheer. Kash sitting on his butt is dazed as Sykes lays the ladder across Kash's lap. Sykes runs, hitting the far ropes and comes back with amazing speed as he low dropkicks the ladder into Kash who is still with his back to the cage.

Beckett: Sykes is playing to Kash's game and doing a nice job. I'm surprised he's getting this lucky so far. Kash is moments away from taking control of this match.

Nailz: Sykes is a man of many skills and adapting to any style is part of this business. Element or not, Sykes has a great chance of upsetting Jason Kash again. Like he did not that long ago.

Beckett: That was a roll up, that was the last time Kash smoked weed before a match or period. That was also the last time Kash stalked his opponents. Sykes was the cause, the gift to make these changes and give us a much more violently raged Jason Kash. For that we thank you!

Moving the ladder, Johnny Sykes pulls Kash from the cage and helps him to his feet. Sykes backhand chops Kash to the chest and Kash tippy toes as he grabs his bare chest from the sharp chop. Sykes grabs Kash by the head and leaps with a lifting knee to Kash's face that connects to his nose. Kash falls back into the ropes and as he makes a soft bounce off the ropes, Sykes jumps and his an Enzuigiri, kicking Kash to the back of his head.

He hits the canvas flat to his front and Sykes throws his arms up to the crowds erupting cheers. Sykes goes to the cage wall and begins to climb. Kash groggy as he raises to his feet shakes off the daze and spots Sykes climbing the cage. He reaches and grabs Sykes legs and yanks on them. Sykes drops down and lands on the top rope, catching his balance at the center of the rope. Kash clotheslines the back of Sykes legs and Sykes falls down in between the ropes and the cage.

Nailz: Sykes was going big, he was going up the cage. What did he have in mind for those heights?

Beckett: Who cares, he got pulled down and put in his place. Jason Kash is Champion for a reason. He's become a Grand Slam Champion for a reason and that reason isn't luck.

Nailz: And Johnny Sykes didn't just get handed a Title match. Kash interfered in the #1 Contenders match. This was kind of his fault and he picked his poison.

Kash smiles as the fans pour down a rain of boos to the Grand Slam Champion of Asylum. To add to their booing jeers, Kash begins to drive knees down into the trapped Sykes repeatedly. Sykes goes limp as Kash goes to setup the new ladder in the center of the ring. He begins to climb as Johnny Sykes using the ropes pulls himself up to his feet and climbs the turnbuckles.

Kash's eyes open big as he looks over his shoulder at Sykes on the top turnbuckle. Sykes jumps and like a Human Backpack, he snatches onto Kash's back and slaps on a Sleeper hold with the leg scissors around Kash's waist. Both men fall off the ladder but Sykes doesn't release his odd submission move and tightens the sleeper. The fans get loud as Kash taps out and begins to fade.

Pushing Kash off, Sykes gets to his feet and kicks over the ladder. It folds together and lands across the top rope. Sykes pulls Kash up at the waist of his shorts and as Kash stands, Sykes grabs him around the waist and hits a German Suplex. He doesn't stop at one and rolls them both up and hits a second German. Once again Sykes pushes himself and Kash up and hits a third German but this one plants Kash into the ladder, bending it and breaking Kash with impact against the steel.

Beckett: Oh My! That hurt..

Nailz: That more than hurt, that will take it's toll on Kash's career from this moment on.

The ladder is useless and the referees outside the cage are working together to get a fresh ladder at the cage door for when the competitors call for it. Johnny Sykes pulls Kash off the bent ladder and lifts him in a suplex only to let him fall face first into the ladder with a Release Front Suplex. Kash bounces off the side of the ladder, grabbing his face. Sykes moves the ladder, giving it a look like it's wasted but not wanting to exchange it just yet. Kash begins to rise but is still grieving from the pain he felt from the ladder. Sykes slaps the back of his head as he rises and quickly Kash snaps a forearm blast to Sykes face that knocks him back a few steps.

Kash rolls into a spin and cracks Sykes with a Rolling Elbow. He almost falls hitting the move himself but laughs and grabs the far ropes from where they were at moments ago. Sykes pops up and Kash hurries behind Sykes and stomps down on the back of his kneecap. Sykes drops down to his knees after a second stomp to his other leg. Kash looks around the arena as the fans fill his ears with deafening boos. Kash grabs Sykes by the head and begins to drill knees to the back of Sykes head repeatedly.

Beckett: What brutal Reverse Muay Thai Knee Strikes from the Champion, those are NASTY!

Nailz: He's out for blood, out for the pain of his opponent and that right there can be a game changer. Concussions are a serious problem in Professional Sports and the EMTs on standby need to check Sykes after those shots to the head.

Kash lets Sykes go and the smaller man simply falls forward and slaps against the canvas. Kash points to the referees outside the cage and calls for a ladder exchange. He grabs the broken ladder and as the door opens, he positions it through the opening until one of the referees grab it and remove it. The new and fresh ladder is slide in under the bottom rope and the cage door is shut once again. Kash stands the ladder on it's side and the fans erupt as Johnny Sykes gets a burst of energy and leaps to his feet.

He rushes up from behind Kash and hits a Reverse Flip Neck snap, sending Kash's chest across the side standing Ladder. Kash laying draped over the ladder, Sykes throws up a single arm to the crowd's approval. He leaps onto the second turnbuckle and climbs to the third and gets his balance. He then turns and looks up at the cage wall. He turns and begins to climb the cage and the entire house of fans rise to their feet with signs, foam fingers and colorful APW merchandise wave around in cheer. Sykes straddles the top of the cage and looks down at Kash still laying over the side standing ladder.

Slowly pushing up to a standing position himself, Sykes gets his balance and sees that it's a far drop down but doesn't care. He leaps off the rim at the top of the cage and plummets fast and with force. Kash moves out of the way one split second before contact would have been made and Sykes, who was going for a HUGE legdrop, lands hard on his ass. He bounces and falls to his side as fans let out a "Ohhhhh" feeling the pain of Sykes with him.

Nailz: He'll have a bruised poop shoot tomorrow! That's butt hurt painful!

Beckett: Haha! If Kash wins, he can LITERALLY say he kicked Sykes butt! That's too good right there, how unlucky for Sykes to miss that big moment. That hurt like no tomorrow but look at Kash for having instincts, kudos to him for moving on that one.

Nailz: It would have been over if he hit that, no question. Not too many, if anyone can take a legdrop from that height while being laid across the ladder like that. He'd have internal issues.

Kash grabs the ladder and sets it up at the center of the ring. (is anyone reading this? Mention it if you are) He looks up as if he wants to climb however something calls to him as his eyes turn their attention back to Johnny Sykes. Kash grabs and rips Sykes off the canvas and swift kicks him in the ass for good measure. Sykes yelps in pain with the kick but remains in Kash's control. Kash walks Sykes backwards and then plants his feet and pulls Sykes into an Irish Whip.

Sykes reverses it and sends Kash into the corner where Kash had intended Sykes to go. Sykes rushes and leaps high in the air as he comes at Kash. Kash lifts Sykes from the legs and sends him up to the top turnbuckle. Kash quickly uses the adjacent ropes and springboards off, grabbing Sykes head from behind and pulling it down, hitting a well placed "U.T.I" and the fans go livid with boos.

Beckett: He Hit the UTI!! This one could be over folks!!

Kash sits up and seems pleased with himself. Pushing to his feet, Kash grabs the ladder and spreads it to set it up. He locks the inner connectors and grabs hold and begins to climb. Four steps to the top and Kash reaches up but it's clear he is far off from the belt. Johnny Sykes crawls onto his stomach and with wobble arms, he does a push up using his knees and stares up at Kash climbing. Sykes crawls to the ladder at the opposite side and pulls himself to his feet. Kash looks around the ladder to see Sykes beginning his rise and he grabs up and pulls himself to the top rung.

Sykes moves faster, climbing at a good pace. Kash with his chest to the top of the ladder reaches high and can touch the belt with the tips of his fingers. Sykes breaks the top of the ladder and hooks Kash to the reaching armpit. Kash drops his reach and punches down at Sykes. Sykes throws a headbutt to Kash's gut and Kash clobbers Sykes down with a Double Axe Hammer. Sykes face smashes into the top surface of the ladder. Kash goes to shove Sykes off the side but Sykes bursts up, twisting his body and catching Kash with a cutter off the ladder!!

Nailz: Very Nice! Sykes with a cutter, Kash unexpecting of the move and that might have Bought the Farm for his reign as Champion!!

Beckett: That Johnny Sykes is the most agility skilled Wrestler in APW, hands down. Amazing! I'm impressed..

Both men bounce off the canvas, the ladder does a little jump and tips over away from Kash and Sykes. Popping up his upper half, Sykes fights for position so to speak. He pops onto his side and then pushes up to his hands and knees. Kash laid out twisted at the waist looks unconscious. Sykes gets to his feet slowly and begins to grab the ladder but stops. He looks down at Kash and up at the cage and finds himself wanting that moment to be remembered. The fans read him and a cheer of enormous thunder begins to rise throughout the arena. Sykes pulls the ladder down flat on the ring canvas. Closing it flat and turning to Kash. He lifts Kash to a bent over stand up and sets him up, hitting him with a Snap Suplex, aligning Kash's body with the ladder. Kash slams down hard against the steel ladder, laying along the ladder and Sykes looks up at the top of the cage.

He hurries to the cage wall and begins to climb. He moves fast up the cage and straddles the top. The fans erupt in cheers and chants of "SYKED OUT" as he steadily balances himself standing at the very top of the cage. The fans gasp and hold their breath as he slowly stands tall. He salutes and dives off the cage, hitting a corkscrew shooting star that he calls "Like A BOSS" and the crowd hails out Boos when Kash rolls off the ladder and pops up to his feet. Johnny Sykes slaps hard against the ladder, a clacking sound echos. Kash rips Sykes up from behind and hits "The Grand Slam" planting Sykes on his neck into the canvas. Sykes bounces and grabs his neck and lays in a limp pile.

Beckett: It's so Nasty, so vicious! We're gonna need some medics, EMTs, whatever you're calling them today!! That was a GRAND Slam!

Nailz: His enjoyment of it is what makes it wrong. How can you not have sportsmanship for your fellow Competitor? Where is the Honor?

Beckett: This is Asylum! Hey! We didn't get to see that in this match...What the heck? We fight here, we leave the honor before and after the match if it's there at all. We don't sugar coat this business. It's violent and Jason Kash is one of the better ones on this show. He proves that here tonight!

Kash gets up from the canvas and looks down at Sykes. His head tilts to the side but as soon as his smile breaks, he turns and grabs the ladder. Setting it up, Kash begins to climb. Sykes still on the ring canvas isn't moving too much but still has his hands on the back of his neck. Kash makes it to the middle of the ladder and continues to push himself up each rung. The fans throwing garbage that mostly hits the cage walls but some stuff makes it into the cage as Kash throws one arm up over the top of the ladder and pulls himself up.

He reaches and is still too far. He steps up another rung and reaches again, just inches away. He stands up straight on the ladder and unclasps the belt. The fans erupt with boos and curses. Garbage flying, people flipping the bird and shaking their heads. Kash tries to keep hold of the belt but as he secures it, he loses his balance and takes the plunge off the ladder, hitting the canvas with a thud. His music plays but he remains on the canvas as the ring Officials rush into the ring and the cage begins to rise.

Stenfelder: Your Winner and STILL APW SUICIDAL CHAMPION!! "The INFLUENTIAL ONE" JAASSSOOONN KAAASSSHHH!!!

"I'm Out Of My Mind" begins to play but both Kash and Sykes are laid out on the canvas. As Officials and EMTs hit the ring, they check on both men and soon enough both begin to move on their own. Kash grabbing his belt hears his music and slowly rolls out of the ring. Holding the belt to his chest he heads up the ramp tripping over his beaten body.

Nailz: Sykes is moving now, it looks to seem he's alright. What a trooper, he busted his tail tonight and deserves some respect for this performance. Kash is a disgrace to being a Champion.

Beckett: He entered as Champion and leaves as Champion. He took his lickings as did Sykes and he came out the better man. Jair Hopkins gets his turn. That should be an amazing match!

Nailz: You said it! This has been APW Asylum on the Food Network. We'll see you again in one week for a special episode of Asylum! Good night folks!!