Asylum 10/14-Bejing, China

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Ida Maria's “Bad Karma” blares over the speakers as fireworks shoot from the stage! The Chinese fans are on their feet, cheering loudly as the camera pans the crowd. Many of the fans are holding up signs, a great majority of them for Sally Talfourd or Anthony Bailey. There's a Mini-Knux sign in the front row, and a group of fans holding up a series of signs that spell “Callahan '12.”

Nailz: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen to APW Asylum! We're just two weeks away from APW One Night in Hell, where Anthony Bailey will defend the APW World Heavyweight Championship inside the Elimination Chamber against Sally Talfourd, Johnny Rebel, Michael Callahan, and Phil Atken! And tonight, Reginald Schmidt has promised that we will find out who will replace Shane Borderland by the end of tonight's broadcast!

Beckett: That's going to be a huge announcement, but we also have some huge matches scheduled for tonight! Julius Farquhar will get a warm-up match against a Mega Star who has one of the better records in APW, Mr. Dangerous!

Nailz: Also, Jason Kash faces off against T.J., Yarmouth, and his opponent at One Night in Hell, Jair Hopkins in a handicap match as punishment for taking Shane Borderland out of action!

Beckett: And in our main event, Anthony Bailey and Sally Talfourd are teaming up against Michael Callahan and Johnny Rebel with Phil Atken as the special guest referee!

“Paint It, Black” by The Rolling Stones hits the speakers which can only mean one thing. It's early in the show and Michael Callahan is here to tear it up. Suited, booted and with microphone already in hand the headstrong politician makes a b-line for the ring to a chorus of stunned silence from the Chinese fans. No booing or cheering, just simply watching and waiting with baited breath for the outspoken politician to take centre stage.

Practically marching to the ring, Callahan's sense of purpose is clear and back state side gathered around a bank of monitors is a significant number of understandably worried Republican personnel. Callahan takes position in the middle of the ring and clears his throat and gradually his music dies down.

Beckett: I wonder what he has to say...

Michael Callahan: Ladies and gentlemen, I know I'm not supposed to be here right now. Really I should be getting ready for my match later this evening but frankly I feel there's something I have to say and well... Who else but me is going to come out here and say it?

Nailz: Oh boy. Pipe bomb time.

Callahan's heart ticks like the clock on the time bomb that he is, ready to explode at any moment. His bottom lip quivers and sweat pours profusely out of the side of his head as the soap box lodged in his chest starts to rise up in his throat for him to regurgitate before the people.

Michael Callahan: I ju-... I jus-...

Positively shaking now, he wipes his brow with the back of his hand and his stomach tightens itself in knots as he struggles to force the words out.

Michael Callahan: … I just wanted to say that as an ambassador of America, as a global citizen and as a human being what an honour it is to stand here in the capital of ne of the most beautiful and world-shaping countries... LIVE FOR SUNDAY NIGHT ASYLUUUUUM RIGHT HERE, IN BEIJING!!!

Nailz: Well that's not what I expected him to say.

A sigh of relief for some, a lions roar from the masses of Chinese fans who cheer the kind if not slightly different from originally planned words of the American Hero who swallows the bitter pill of pride for the sake of the greater good

Michael Callahan: Tonight, it is my honour to tell you that for the first time ever America's favourite interview section and radio call-in talk show, “On the Grill” with Michael Callahan will be hosted live right here, in this very ring tonight!

Nailz: AWESOME! I love that section so much! Especially the part where Sally Talfourd stops hogging camera time and walks out!

A little less enthusiasm this time but there's still a great response from the charm-savvy politician.

Michael Callahan: And finally, most importantly of all, on top of a stacked card you will all be treated to yours truly teaming up with Johnny Rebel to face Sally Talfourd and the world's champion Anthony Bailey in a tag team match in our main event! This is going to be a heck of a ride with lots of fun along the way, so buckle up, sit yourselves tight and on behalf of myself and of the rest of Action Packed Wrestling, I hope you all the night of your life enjoying some of the world's greatest wrestling action!

A standing ovation for Callahan as he sings the praises of the show through a glued on false smile of Oscar winningly convincing proportions. They continue to whoop and cheer as he climbs through the ropes.

Michael Callahan: Thank you, God bless!

Beckett: A rousing speech garnering support of what should've been a hostile Chinese crowd here tonight. Then again, a good politician can charm his way into the pockets of any crowd as he's done so here tonight.

And with that he makes his way up the entrance ramp to the sound of “Paint It, Black” once more as the camera catches his reaction to him metaphorically swallowing his own pipe bomb.

We head backstage where we find a very intense competition in progress in the locker room of Johnny Knuckles. Mini, and Maxi try teaming up against Knuckles even though it seems that he has the upper hand against them, until.....

Knuckles: 1, 2, 3.....shoots? FUCK!!!

Knuckles moves his token 3 spaces closer to winning only to land on a shoots and have to slide ALLLLLLLLL the way back towards the beginning. Mini rolls the die and moves his token to the winning square only to hop up and down in celebration after beating Knuckles, again, in yet another board game....Shoots 'n' Ladders.

Knuckles: ACT LIKE YA' BEEN THERE BEFORE!........

Mini: …...

Knuckles: I curse the day you showed up on my doorstep.

Maxi: *giggles*

Knuckles: Shut up. Stupid board game....

Knuckles pouts as he stands up and kicks over the game. Maxi and Mini look at each other as Knuckles walks over and begins warming up for his match against Stefan Raab by picking up a sledge hammer (conveniently located behind him) and starts swinging it like a baseball bat.

Knuckles: I gotta' get ready for this match. If Raab wants to hang with the big boys, then he'll have to learn the hard way. MAKE SURE I DON'T GET JUMPED THIS WEEK!!

Just as he says that, Mini and Maxi are already playing a very gripping game; Candyland. They look up at Knuckles only to shrug it off and continue playing.

Knuckles: Really? Pfft....

Knuckles storms off and heads out towards the ring. APW cuts to a commercial break.

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Backstage, inside the office of Asylum’s General Manager, Mr. Reginald Schmidt. Said GM is present and accounted for, sat at his desk. On the other side stand two members of Asylum’s wrestling talent: the current APW Tap Out Champion, “Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar, and his present rival and #1 contender for the Tap Out Championship, “The Soul of Philly” TJ.

Reginald: Now it has gone too far, Misters. I will not stand to see my show descend into chaos because the pair of you cannot understand the concept of ‘proper time and place’.

Julius: But it is entirely his fault, Mr. Schmidt. If he had stayed on that crummy Meltdown show, where his like belong, none of this troubled would have occurred.

TJ: If you so damn proud about your mediocrity, we’d-

Julius: Who do you think you are insulting? Do you know who I am?

TJ: Yea, the guy who’s going to say “I quit” at One Night In Hell.

Julius and TJ turn and look about to square up to each other when Reginald stands up from his and explodes.

Reginald: WILL YOU BE QUIET....MISTERS?

Like two misbehaving schoolchildren Julius and TJ are silenced and turn back to face their ‘boss’.

Reginald: I mean it. I want no more tomfoolery from either of you. The match for the Tap Out Championship is booked for One Night In Hell, and when the bell sounds to begin that match I don’t care what you do, as long as it’s entertaining. But until then I want the pair of you stay away from each other’s business. You understand me, Misters?

Julius: But Mr. Schmidt-

Reginald: Julius, I don’t want to hear it. You are much a culprit as anyone. I’m warning you know, if either of you disobey this order there will be serious consequences. This may be Asylum, but we have rules. If I tell you to do something, you do it. So, if either of you contradicts my order to stay away from the other – NO PHYSICAL ALTERCATIONS WHATSOEVER – then I will forfeit your rights at One Night In Hell. That means, TJ, if you lay so much as a hair on Julius before One Night In Hell you will lose your title shot.

This stipulation brings a smile to Julius face, but Reginald isn’t done yet.

Reginald: And if you, Julius, try to pull off another stunt like trying to break TJ’s leg in the locker room, then I will strip you of that title and I will choose a new Asylum Megastar to fight TJ for it at One Night In Hell.

The smirk is wiped clean off Julius’ face.

Reginald: Understand?

They both nod. Suddenly, Barbie arrives on the scene carrying what appears to be a flat pizza-sized box.

Barbie: Reginald, the pizza is here. Now we can sit down and watch Asylum together.

Reginald smiles, then looks at Julius and TJ.

Reginald: As you can see, Misters, I have a show to run and I’m a very busy man. You’ve both got matches tonight, so go do what you got to do.

With a wave of the hand Reginald dismisses Julius and TJ, but neither of them leaves without having their eyes firmly set upon the other.

“Dirty Hous” by Rohff feat. Big Ali begins to play over the PA system and 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. Everyone boos him as he does a few boxing punches to the cameras before he looks towards the aisle with anger in his eyes waiting for his opponent.

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an Extreme Rules Match! There is no disqualification and pinfalls can count anywhere in the entire arena. Introducing first…hailing all the way from Cologne, Germany and weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds…”The Killerplauze” Sttteeeffaaannnn Rrraaaabbbb!!!

"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…hailing from the Bronx, New York and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds…Joooohhhnnnnyyyy Knnnuuuccckkkllleeeessss!!!

Nailz: This match should be a good start to the night and should definitely set the tone for One Night In Hell in only a matter of a few weeks! The last Extreme Rules match that I recall us having here on Asylum a few months back was between former APW talents “The Virus” Chris McKenzie and “Old Man” Frank Cannon.

Beckett: Wait…did you really just say those names?

Nailz: Yeah, why? What’s wrong?

Beckett: Geez Nailz, Reginald wants us to attract viewers not scare them away! And those two nobodies weren’t exactly “draws” if you catch my drift. They’re no longer here for a reason you know.

Extreme Rules Match
Johnny Knuckles vs. “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab

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The bell rings and Raab strikes Knuckles first with a hard left fist straight to the jaw. Unaffected from the blow, presuming from the large consumption of Donkey Punch, Knuckles swings back with a hard fist of his own that sends Raab stumbling backwards. Knuckles with a boot to Raab’s midsection before landing a forearm smash to the side of Raab’s head. Knuckles sends Raab face first into the nearest turnbuckle, and as he bounces off of it, he catches Raab, lifts him up, and connects with a back suplex. Knuckles quickly climbs to his feet and looks to continue his onslaught against Raab. He grabs Raab’s legs but Raab uses them to push Knuckles off of him and back to the mat. Raab slowly rises to his feet and strolls over to Knuckles. He picks Knuckles up, punches him in the back of the neck two times, then sends Knuckles flying over the top rope and to the outside of the ring!! The fans cheer loudly, and not necessarily for the actions of Raab or the landing of Knuckles on hard concrete, but because they know that this match is about to get more intense.

Nailz: Raab feels that he has something to prove now that he has split from Yarmouth and is now flying solo once again. I wouldn’t want to be Knuckles right about now. There’s no telling what kind of rage is going through the mind of Stefan Raab this very moment.

Beckett: I wouldn’t necessarily call it a split Nailz, I would just say that Raab smartened up and decided to ditch that bumbling idiot Yarmouth. This is exactly what Raab needed to do all along so that he would be able to achieve greatness. And by the looks of things…Knuckles is going to be the first casualty on this new path of Raab.

Nailz: Knuckles will fight to the death before he’s proclaimed as casualty. He’s as tough as nails.

Beckett: Pun intended eh?

Raab exits the ring as Knuckles ascends to his feet. Charging towards him, Raab nails Knuckles with a clothesline that sends him right back to the floor. Raab picks his opponent up while yelling at the nearby fans and telling them to back up. Out of frustration Raab shouts out a few curse words in German, as if they’d understand that here in China. He seems to get his point across as the majority of the fans in the front row behind the guardrail scatter elsewhere. Raab lifts Knuckles up…SUPLEX OVER THE RAIL AND INTO THE VACANT CHAIRS!!! These fans are going crazy as Knuckles grabs his back in pain!! Raab climbs over the guardail but is stopped dead in his tracks as Knuckles uses his last ounce of energy to hit Raab with a lowblow. Raab stumbles over holding his groin while hitting a few chairs on his way down. Both men are lying next to each other lifeless but amongst a very rambunctious audience here in Beijing. Knuckles drags his arm across the chest of Raab.

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Kickout by Raab! How he did it?! I have not the slightest clue. Both men begin to stir and slowly rise to their feet. Right hand on Knuckles by Raab…right hand on Raab by Knuckles. The two winded men exchange punches back and forth and begin a slugfest. Headbutt by Knuckles as Knuckles wraps his arms around Raab and lifts him up…SPINEBUSTER ON TOP OF A CHAIR!!! It would be a true miracle if Raab is not seriously injured.

Knuckles stands to his feet with Raab still on the floor and he grabs a chair…KNUCKLES SWINGS THE CHAIR AND CRACKS RAAB IN THE HEAD WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!!! Oh my gosh!! Let’s just hope that the resonant thud heard throughout the Beijing National Indoor Stadium was from the chair hitting the concrete and not Raab’s skull. Knuckles drops the chair onto the floor and falls across Stefan Raab covering him for the pin.

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Stenfelder: Joooohhhnnnnyyyy Knnnuuuccckkkllleeeessss!!!

"Under and Over It" begins to blast through the PA system once again as the referee raises the hands of Knuckles in victory.

Nailz: After a brutal attack from the European Invasion on last week’s Asylum and after some harsh words of exchange with his opponent this past week, one of the most underrated individuals on this entire brands stands victorious. Congratulations Knuckles!

Beckett: He’s not underrated, he just sucks! Do they some sort of AA meetings for guys like him that drink too much Donkey Punch? If they do, have Reginald sign him up pronto.

Asylum goes to a commercial break as a worn out but excited Knuckles walks up the ramp and heads backstage. After Knuckles disappears behind the curtain, three APW officials make their way down the ramp and to the ring to help Stefan Raab get to his feet and walk backstage.

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The lovely Sally Talfourd appears on the screen softly knocking on a door.

Sally Talfourd: Hey Bailey, open up…it’s me.

Loud laughter can be heard coming from the locker room of World Champion, Anthony Bailey, so her knocking most likely wasn’t even audible. She proceeds to knock a little bit louder.

Sally Talfourd: Bailey, its me Sally and I’m ready to talk. I feel that the present time is appropriate.

The inside of the locker room suddenly turns quiet as a smiling Bailey opens the door shortly after.

Anthony Bailey: Hey Sally, come on in.

Fully prepared to give Anthony the answer he’s patiently been waiting for following their match at Shockwave, things suddenly turn awkward when Jair “J-Hop” Hopkins is spotted hanging out in the locker room.

Sally Talfourd: Oh, I didn’t know you had company...

Anthony Bailey: Yeah, J-Hop and I were just catching up. It’s been a while since the two of us have gotten a chance to break bread with one another. In his pursuit of a title and in my defense of one, our schedules haven’t afforded either of us much free time.

Sally Talfourd: Oh okay, that’s fine. Well maybe we can talk later tonight after our match. I don’t want to interrupt anything.

Bailey fails to get the hint that Sally wants to speak to him one on one.

Anthony Bailey: Interrupt? Oh please Sally. Have a seat and make yourself at home. Have you met J-Hop? He’s a really cool guy once you get to know him.

Sally doesn’t budge as J-Hop smiles and winks at her.

J-Hop: Nice to meet you Ms. Talfourd. I have heard a lot about you.

Sally Talfourd: Nice to meet you too Jair but yeah Anthony…honestly it can wait. It wasn’t even that important anyway.

Anthony Bailey: What’s not important?

Sally Talfourd: What I had wanted to talk to you about…

Anthony Bailey: Hmm, that’s not like you. You usually aren’t one to hold your tongue for anybody.

Sally Talfourd: That’s true but not just anybody can be trusted either.

Sally glances over at Jair Hopkins.

Anthony Bailey: Now wait a minute Sally, leave him out of this. What issues we have together with one another is ours and not his…

Bailey finally has an epiphany of what Sally was trying to say earlier but he decides to add more tension to the present situation.

Anthony Bailey: But whatever you have to say to me you can say in front of J-Hop. He’s not like most of the people around here.

Sally Talfourd I’d rather not.

Anthony Bailey: Well if you don’t have anything to say then consider yourself dismissed from my locker room. I’ll see you down at ringside later.

Shocked by Bailey’s aggressive tone, Sally turns around and exits the room. Bailey and J-Hop’s laughs recommence and whether they are laughing at how Bailey just treated Sally or from the jokes before remains unsettled.

As can happen during a wrestling show, we find ourselves backstage. As if that wasn't enough, the double bonus prize is finding ourselves in the company of Phil Atken, Dirk Dickwood and the man known only as Hank.

They are lounging around in a quiet corridor, Phil leaning against the wall, attired in his... well... referee attire. Dirk slurps away at his cup of coffee as Hank chows down on a cookie that seems almost to be equal in size to his enormous frame.

Atken: Good to see you and Hank are so relaxed.

Dickwood: Well, it's not like we serve much of a function tonight. I mean, after you won the Beat the Clock challenge, I might as well have booked a three week holiday.

Atken: I was thinking more of a four week job.

Dickwood: What about One Night in Hell?

Atken: How the hell were you planning to get into the chamber on that one night in... hell? Let's run with that.

Dickwood: Have you SEEN Hank?

Hank lays down his cookie and gives Phil a little nod and a wave. Phil looks slightly reviled as Hank begins to literally flex his muscles.

Atken: I need to start reviewing my staffing contracts.

Dickwood: Still, even if you didn't need me for this trip, I couldn't say no to a tour of Asia, so I advised you to let me tag along and as your manager, I signed off of my accompaniment without your input. I didn't want to bother

Atken: You signed off on your own request? I feel like we're verging on Sci-Fi teritory.

Dickwood: It's all very basic and simple. I also get coffee and cookies from the agreed upon travel arrangements.

Dirk gives another slurp.

Atken: Look... I can't see this night posing much of a challenge. I'm just out there to ensure that my esteemed colleagues in the chamber do a suitable amount of damage to each other. I'm merely serving as the facilitator in all of this.

Dickwood: What are you getting at?

Atken: Just take Hank and have the best night the Shanghai can provide for you. You're only here for the trip anyway, I'm giving you permission to make the most of it. I'm all covered here. We're good.

Dickwood: Well... if you insist.

Dirk wanders over to Hank and attempts to get his arm around Hank's shoulder as the two of them wander away down the corridor to the exit. Phil just looks on at the scene with a slight look of disbelief.

Backstage, we see “The Soul of Philly” TJ talking with Mr. Dangerous.

Mr. Dangerous: Yea, I was hoping that I’d be a part of the punishment for Kash, but seeing you, Jair, and Yarmouth, let’s just say that I wouldn’t want to be Kash.

TJ: Yea, I wouldn’t neither. I want to just focus on him, and with Schmidty’s warnings, I can, hopefully.

Mr. Dangerous: You want me to leave a bit left for you?

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Mr. Dangerous: You don’t think I can hurt him?

TJ: Honestly, no, but it doesn’t matter what I think Doc.

Mr. Dangerous: Doc? I’m no doc.

TJ: You’re initials: M.D.

Mr. Dangerous: Ah, cool, a nickname. Thanks Soap.

TJ: No.

Mr. Dangerous: Ok.

TJ: Back to the point, it doesn’t matter what I think, you know you can, and that’s all that matters man. You got to have faith in yourself

The conversation is unexpectedly interrupted by the sound of a voice that grates on the bones of TJ.

?: Well if it isn’t my two favourite numbskulls: tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee.

TJ and Mr. Dangerous look up to see the smirking Julius Farquhar standing over them.

TJ: What are you doing here? As much as I’d like to use you as a boot warmer, I’m not doing a thing to cost me my chance to make you quit at One Night In Hell.

Julius feigns shock and disappointment.

Julius: You burn my soul with your accusations, TJ.

TJ: Answer the question.

Julius: I believe this is a communal locker room; I have as much right to be in here as you or this guy.

TJ stands up and looks at Mr. Dangerous.

TJ: Come on doc. Let’s get out of here before the coward forces me to break his teeth.

Mr. Dangerous gets up to follow TJ.

Julius: Please chaps, do not leave on my account. Actually, TJ, you may want to stay and take a look at my Tap Out Championship. Take a good look at it because this is about as close as you will ever get to touching it.

TJ tenses up at the taunt.

Julius: Come on, take a seat, or better yet, why not take a little walk around the room.

Julius looks down at TJ’s ankle and then up at his face.

Julius: After all, you do only have a couple of weeks left of walking in you. You should enjoy these bipedal moments, TJ, because when I break both your ankles at One Night In Hell and make you cry through the agony ‘I Quit’ you will never get to enjoy moments like these again.

TJ takes a step towards Julius and his clenches a fist into a ball, but Mr. Dangerous steps in between him and Julius, looking at TJ.

Mr. Dangerous: TJ, remember what Reginald said. You know he’s just trying to get a rise out of you. Ignore this fool. Come on you got a match.

TJ calms down and starts to back away, but he points at Julius as he does and backs out of the locker room with Mr. Dangerous. All the while Julius maintains a cocky smirk on his face until TJ is out of sight, then the smirk turns to a look of irritation. Time to move to Plan B no doubt.

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Asylum comes back from commercial break, where "Simply Put" Johnny Rebel has setup a stand to sell his "The Brand" merchandise. He waves a water bottle in the face of a stagehand but is ignored. This would usually be enough to set Rebel off but he catches a glimpse of APW World Heavyweight Champion "The Promise" Anthony Bailey out of the corner of his eye.

Rebel: Bailey!

Anthony tries to evade Rebel, but Johnny takes after him.

Bailey: What do you want, Rebel? I've got a match to get ready for and I don't need your exploits distracting me.

Rebel: Such hostility. You're an angry little man...has anyone ever told you that?

Bailey: I'm just fed up with you. You have been a thorn in my side since the day I signed my contract with the APW. I'm done talking and I'm going to let my actions speak for how I feel.

Rebel: I can respect that...I guess. Give me a few seconds. Hear me out!

Bailey rolls his eyes, caving to Rebel's demands, and points towards the watch on his right hand.

Bailey: You have thirty seconds!

Rebel: I proposed a deal with Sally for One Night in Hell to team up and become an unstoppable force that would guarantee that the two of us would make it to the end of the chamber match. But for some reason, I don't think she took me seriously.

Johnny extends his hands, and with a confused look on his face, shakes his head.

Rebel: Anyway, I'd like to offer you the same deal. You and I could work together and eliminate the riff-raff from the Chamber match one at a time! Then, when the two of us are left, we can finally have that moment you have been waiting for! You can't tell me that you haven't been counting down the moments until the two of us go nose to nose inside the steel cage that is the Elimination Chamber. Look, I'm willing to put our little spat in the past, and the two of us united could be something special. Sally, Fatken, Callahan, and whoever they deem worthy to take Borderland's spot couldn't hold a candle to the two of us working together. You don't like me very much and I understand that but let's put all of our history aside! Let's put on the show of a lifetime and make One Night in Hell an event that nobody will ever forget. You, me...we'll call it, Bailebel! I've even thought of a catchphrase. You want to hear it?

Bailey: Why do I get the feeling that I don't really have a choice here?

Rebel: You don't really...good point. After the two of us eliminate everyone else, you can stand in the ring and shout, "Simply put...That's a promise!" Perfect, right?

Bailey rolls his eyes at Rebel's lame attempt at convincing him to team up. The history simply cut too deep and Bailey couldn't put aside all of the terrible things Rebel had done, and said, to him.

Bailey: Let's get something straight, Johnny. I wouldn't team with you if you were the last person on Earth and we were being chased by a group of overzealous zombies! I don't have any respect for you and I'd rather watch any of the four other megastars walk out of the Chamber with the World Heavyweight Championship in their hands than you! Does that register in your thick skull?

Rebel: You're telling me there is a chance?

Bailey, flabbergasted at Rebel's ability to comprehend, walks away with his hands up in the air. Johnny smiles and waves, heading back over to his merch table, and continues peddling his "The Brand" paraphernalia. A figure comes up to the table, the camera frantically trying to get in position to make them out, but Rebel catches wind and tips off the person, who immediately scurries away before they are noticed. Asylum cuts out to ringside.

Stenfelder: The following contest is a Handicap Elimination Tag Team Match!

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 removes the APW Suicidal Championship from around his waist and raises it up as he spins around and begins to get pumped. Slapping his chest, he proceeds down the ramp and gets to ring side.

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

Nailz: Jason Kash took Shane Borderland out with a vicious assault at a Singapore bar last week, and now he faces his punishment tonight, taking on three Mega Stars in one match!

Kash places the Suicidal Title on the ring apron before he leaps up and lands on one knee to the apron himself. Pulling himself to both feet, he grabs the Suicidal Title and bounces through the middle ropes and enters the ring. No taunting, no celebration for the fans as he hands his belt to the referee and backs into a corner and wait for the sound of the bell.

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

The beat comes in and the pulsating red and white lights continue to do so as Jair Hopkin holds his arms up in the air like a true ‘Winner’ while he makes his way down the ramp. He is joined by “The Soul of Philly” TJ and Yarmouth, who also raise their arms up triumphantly. They slap a few of the fans hands on each side. Jair hops his small frame up onto the edge of the apron as he rolls under the bottom rope, while TJ and Yarmouth step in over the top rope.

Stenfelder: And his opponents, “The Soul of Philly” TJ, Yarmouth and Jair Hopkins!

Beckett: This would be a formmidable trio up against any other team in APW, but tonight, Kash must face them on his own!

Yarmouth and TJ head to the apron, as Jair and Kash stare each other down, and the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Handicap Match
Jason Kash vs. Jair Hopkins, “The Soul of Philly” TJ, and Yarmouth

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Hopkins and Kash start out the match at a quick pace, with Hopkins taking Kash down multiple times with deep Japanese Armdrags! As Kash gets up from the third Armdrag, Jair pops up to the top turnbuckle in a flash, and leaps off going for a Diving Crossbody, but Kash catches him in midair and drives him into his knee with a Backbreaker! He goes for the first cover of the match, 1
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Jair gets his shoulder up! From here, Kash works Jair for the a while, but telegraphs a Back Drop, which Jair counters by putting on the breaks and kicking Kash right in the face! He then makes a lunge for his corner, tagging in Yarmouth! The big man comes in and gives Kash a Big Boot that spins him around! Yarmouth runs through, hits the opposite ropes and catches Kash with a Swinging Neck Breaker on the rebound! Yarmouth takes control at this point, and the trio makes frequent tags, keeping everyone fresh, and smothering Kash. There's frequent pinfall attempts, but Kash keeps kicking out.

Nailz: Do you think Kash regrets doing what he did to Shane Borderland yet?

Beckett: He's getting his butt beat, that's for sure!

About twelve minutes into the match, it's Yarmouth and Kash in the ring. Yarmouth is down, so Kash runs over and knocks Jair of the apron, and blocks a punch from TJ, grabbing a hold of his head and dropping down, bouncing his neck off of the ropes! As Yarmouth makes his way back up, Kash tries to nail him in the face with a punch, but Yarmouth blocks it, and pulls him in for a ring shaking Side Walk Slam! He then gets a running start to the ropes, and goes for a Big Boot, but Kash ducks it, and as Yarmouth puts on the breaks, Kash nails him with the UTI! He goes for pin, 1
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Eliminated: Yarmouth

Nailz: TJ and Hopkins were just too late to break the pinfall!

Beckett: Kash got one down, two more to go!

TJ stays in the ring, and he and Kash trade some punches, but Kash gets the upperhand, and he whips TJ into the ropes! The Big Man responds with a vicious Running Lariat. He pulls Kash up by the head and hooks him up into the TJT Pump Handle DDT! As TJ is about to go for the cover, the fans begin to boo, and he looks up the ramp, seeing none other than the Tap Out Champion Julius Farquhar walking calmly down the ramp. TJ glares at Julius, but turns his attention back to the downed Kash, giving him a Jumping Knee Drop! He looks back towards Farquhar he gets up and gives Kash another Jumping Knee Drop!

Nailz: Julius has no business being out here right now! Sure, he's facing TJ at the pay per view, but he has a match with Mr. Dangerous coming up right after this one!

Beckett: He hasn't touched anyone yet! He hasn't drawn a DQ! He's just out here to scout for One Night in Hell!

Nailz: Scout my behind! Julius practically broke TJ's ankle last week, and knowing him, he's going to try and exploit that!

By this point, Julius is to the ringside area, and he makes his way torwards the empty corner, while Jair mean mugs him. TJ stays focused in the ring, but it's taking all he has to ignore Farquhar and focus on the match at hand. As he goes to pull Kash up, Julius hops on the apron, drawing the attention of the ref, as Kash reaches up and gives TJ a vicious Low Blow! Jair runs over to yank Julius off the apron, and as TJ is hunched over, Kash gives him the Grand Slam! He pins TJ while Jair is ties up with Jules, 1
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Eliminated: “The Soul of Philly” TJ

Beckett: Two down, one to go!

Nailz: Kash got that pinfall by dubious means, but regardless of how he got there, it's now down to him and his opponent for One Night in Hell, Jair Hopkins!

As TJ is rolled out of the ring, Julius has an arrogant smirk on his face, and makes his way back up the ramp, while Jair slides into the ring, ready to face Kash. For his part, Kash is incredibly confident looking, and he rushes Jair right away! However, Hopkins sidesteps the running Kash, and nails him with a Dropkick to the back of the head of the sends Kash to the mat! As Kash makes his way up, Jair pulls him in for a Knee Smash, followed up with a Lifted Inverted DDT! As Kash is on the mat, Jair runs to the ropes, jumps off and finishes it off with a Springboard Moonsault Foot Stomp!

Nailz: OMFG! Jair just hit Kash with the OMFG!

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Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Jair Hopkins!

“Power” hits the speakers once more as Jair gets his arm raised! Kash rolls out of the ring, holding his sternum in pain, collecting his Suicidal Championship before heading up the ramp.

Nailz: What a big win for Jair Hopkins heading into One Night in Hell! If he can pull off the OMFG on pay-per-view, we'll have ourselves a new Suicidal Champion for sure!

Beckett: Jair may have gotten the victory tonight, but he had the help of Yarmouth and TJ to do so! At One Night in Hell, he'll only have himself to rely on!

The fans cheer Jair Hopkins, while Kash glares at him from the stage. Jair is all smiles as he points towards Kash's belt, and makes the belt motion around his waist. Kash responds by raising the Suicidal Championship Belt high in the air.

Nailz: That's going to be some match between Jair and Kash at One Night in Hell!

Asylum cuts to a commercial break.

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It was announced earlier in the show and now here it is, the scene is set for another thrilling edition of “On the Grill” with Michael Callahan. Two leather chairs, an electric fireplace and of course the man himself grinning like he's just won the lottery. Standing in the centre of the ring holding a microphone, he gets proceedings underway.

Michael Callahan: Ladies and gents, it only happens once every now and then. Real Republican conversation, real radio that's not quite radio which usually has call-ins but sometimes doesn't possibly maybe. We have two arm chairs, we have a fireplace, ladies and gentlemen it is time for another edition of APW's most hard-hitting interview show, “On the Grill” with Michael Callahan. Now who's going to be roasted on an open fire by yours truly? Last time this happened Sally Talfourd dragged her sizable rump out of the ring and took herself back stage so it's only fitting that yes, that's right, you guessed it, I tear apart her boyfriend as well. So with that in mind, everybody give a big welcome to your World Heavyweight Champion... ANTHOOOOOONYYYYYYY BAIIIILEEEEEEY!

Hometown Hero by Big K.R.I.T. hits but the sound is almost drowned out by the raucous Beijing crowd whooping and cheering for the arrival of Anthony Bailey, a true lions roar from the audience greeting the world heavyweight champion who steps out of the curtain with a big grin on his face absolutely loving every second.

Beckett: There he is, the world's heavyweight champion Anthony Bailey and he looks surprisingly happy given how last week his uncle, his own flesh and blood stepped in to defend Callahan from him.

Nailz: That's because Callahan got out of prison. That supersedes family ties apparently.

He quickly makes his way down the ramp and into the ring microphone already in hand with a game plan. The World Champion never comes out unprepared.

Michael Callahan: There he is, my boy! Anthony Bailey! Please, champ. Take a seat.

Anthony Bailey: No thanks Mikey. See things are going to be a little different than you planned for us tonight. I'm not gonna' sit there and let you berate me until I leave because instead, I've actually done some digging around and thought I'd add to the quality of this by bringing out a guest of my own.

Michael Callahan: Oh yeah? Sure, bring out Sally Talfourd. Attack me from behind.

Beckett: Who's Bailey's guest going to be?

The smugness of Callahan amuses Bailey because his overconfidence will only add to his unmaking at the atom bomb he's got planned. Without a spoken word, Bailey simply gestures to the entrance ramp and the sound of “Gravel Pit” by Wu Tang Clan blasts through the sound system. It's by an artist Callahan is familiar with but he can not place the song. What he can place however is the face of the petite blonde girl walking out of the entranceway that he used to call his fiancé, Bethany Monroe. 5'5, 131lbs of woman crammed into a skirt which looks more like a belt, a tiny white thong which leaves nothing to the imagination and a leopard print top along with far too much make-up. She's dressed like a ho and not a housewife and as soon as Callahan twigs, he snaps.

Nailz: That's your kinda' gal ain't it Stevie?

She gets into the ring and stares sheepishly at Anthony Bailey who himself is trying not to break down into hysterical laughter.

Michael Callahan: … what the fuuuu-, heck is this?

Anthony Bailey: Go on Mike, swear for once. Just say your hail Mary's in confessional. It's fine. It's just a word.

The mist in Callahan's eyes starts descending. Hands turn into fists as Callahan's muscles tighten, not wanting to let Anthony Bailey get under his skin. Anthony cocks his head towards Bethany and the two stare lovestruck into one another's eyes, slowly Bethany moves in to plant a kiss until-

CRACK!

Bethany's piercing scream echoes through the arena as Bailey lies in a heap on the floor.

Michael Callahan: YOU WANT TO MAKE THINGS PERSONAL?! I'LL MAKE THINGS FUCKING PERSONAL YOU SON OF A BITCH!!

Nailz: Callahan swore! On TV!

Beckett: Nevermind that, look at what he's just done!

A heaving, heavily breathing Michael Callahan looks at Bailey then realises what he's just done. Clutched in both hands, he's just brought Anthony Bailey to the ground with a baseball bat. For the first time ever Michael Callahan just used a weapon on somebody. He slowly turns back to the fireplace and sees the absence of the baseball bat from the board above the fire and instinctively freaks out and goes to put the baseball bat back on the mantle but then looks back at Bethany's attire and the anger comes flooding back. He storms to Bailey and swings for him again but Bethany leaps in the way to stop Callahan.

Bethany Monroe: Don't you see? This is what I always wanted from you. To show me passion like you showed wrestling and politics. I wanted you to fight for me, love me, show me you cared. I never cheated on you Mike. Not even for a moment, I love you with every inch of my being. The photo's of me and my trainer were staged. I lived on the streets, starved myself half to death and did whatever it took to try and get you to prove that I mean... or meant something to you.

Callahan stops dead in his tracks, the admission by his former lover cutting through to the core.

Michael Callahan: You... played me...?

Callahan's grip on the bat tightens as Bethany pleads with him, desperately trying to assure that wasn't her intention.

Michael Callahan: You BITCH!

Beckett: LOOK OUT!

Callahan swings for the fences looking to brain his former fiancé but Bailey springs to life and tackles Bethany out of the way of the decapitating blow in the nick of time. He then turns to an off-balance Callahan and gores him to the ground and as they roll around on the floor, the fists start flying and the fans go ballistic. Before it can get ugly though security floods the ring and breaks the two up quickly, trampling Callahan's set in the process. Security pins back each men to an opposite turnbuckle, desperately trying to tear these two fighting dogs away from each other.

Michael Callahan: You wanna see what happens when you push me Anthony?! Huh?! You wanna throw my generosity in my face and humiliate me?! That's fine. Because at One Night In Hell, I WON'T be coming in unarmed. Nuh-uh. I'll be taking that bat... signed by Edgar Martinez to the chamber with me and when I'm done? They'll be mopping what's left of your pulped brain off the mat!

Anthony Bailey: Oh yeah?! Bring it on!

Cut to Commercial.

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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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. 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 preparing to face his opponent.

Nailz: Julius has been recently hell bent on trying to make TJ tap, but so far he has gained no success.

Beckett: Listen Nailz, TJ is a stubborn fool. Surely he has to admit in terms of technical, submission-based wrestling he cannot compete with a brilliant artist like Julius Farquhar. We all know this saga is going to end in a lot of pain for TJ, possibly the end of his career; he just needs to quit and admit Julius is the better man.

Nailz: I think Hell will freeze over and pigs will fly before TJ ever quits to a man like Farquhar.

"Real American" hits the speakes. Mr. Dangerous comes through the curtain and trips over it, hitting his face on the ramp. After a minute or two, he gets up and makes his way down the ramp. He climbs the stairs and trips while walking through the ropes. He does, however, catch himself before he falls. He climbs the turnbuckle's but trips as he's making his way up the bottom. He hits his head on the ring post and is laid out in the ring.

Stenfelder: His opponent...Mr. DANGEROUS!

Non-Title Match
“Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar vs. Mr. Dangerous

As Mr. Dangerous starts to get back to his feet Julius charges in and starts to club him with hammer blows to the back of the head using his right forearm. Julius lifts Mr. Dangerous and pushes him into a corner, delivers an English uppercut and delivers several stinging knife edge chops to the chest.

Nailz: Unsurprisingly, Julius Farquhar has taken complete control of this match.

Beckett: What are you talking about? He’s overcome some stiff resistance from Mr. Dangerous so far.

As Mr. Dangerous doubles over in agony, Julius grabs him and delivers a stalling suplex; Mr. Dangerous reeling up into a seated position and clutching his back. Julius moves in quickly and takes Mr. Dangerous into a sleeper hold and drags him to his feet. Julius maintains the sleeper until Mr. Dangerous begins to fade, then Julius tosses Mr. Dangerous onto the mat and puts a foot over the chest of Mr. Dangerous, striking a pose.

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Nailz: Looks like this one is ov-NO! Julius has walked away before the count of three.

Julius drops to his knees next to Mr. Dangerous and begins to pound away at his face, delivering six of seven punches to the face. Julius then gets to his feet and begins to parade around, drawing plenty of heat from the crowd. Mr. Dangerous starts to rise and gets to his feet, but Julius responds quickly and delivers Pay Homage, practically rendering Mr. Dangerous unconscious.

Nailz: A devastating strike by Farquhar; he may have scored a technical knockout here.

Beckett: But here comes the wake-up call!

Julius ties Mr. Dangerous up in the Windsor Knot and immediately Mr. Dangerous taps out.

Winner: “Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar

Nailz: A straightforward win for the Tap Out Champion, and in truth this victory was never in doubt.

Beckett: I can see that combination at ONIH making TJ scream the words ‘I Quit’.

But Julius isn’t done yet. He shrugs off the referee and then locks Mr. Dangerous into an ankle lock, wrenching the ankle of Mr. Dangerous into a brutal angle. Mr. Dangerous begins to scream out in pain and again starts tapping, this time with incredible desperation, but Julius refuses to let go.

Nailz: This is completely uncalled for! Julius Farquhar is once again taking liberties here.

Beckett: And sending a very loud and clear message.

Julius lets Mr. Dangerous go and ‘Pomp and Circumstance no.1’ begins to play. Mr. Dangerous clutches his injured ankle, but a few seconds later Julius turns on Mr. Dangerous again: this time grabbing the injured leg and slamming it hard into the mat and once again putting Mr. Dangerous into an ankle lock, this time with such ferocity that Mr. Dangerous’ ankle seems to be twisted beyond a 45 degree angle. Mr. Dangerous is screaming out in agony and tapping like Morse Code; the crowd direct a tsunami of heat at Julius. Suddenly, “Hide & Seek” by Nonpoint begins to play. The crowd’s jeers turn to cheers as “The Soul of Philly” TJ charges out of the backstage area. He gets halfway down the ramp when he is cut short in his tracks.

Julius: Stop the music! I said stop that vulgar cacophony!

The music ends and is replaced by booing.

Julius: Do not take another step forward TJ, not unless you want to forfeit your title opportunity at One Night In Hell.

TJ, seething with anger, tries to stare a hole through Julius.

Julius: But, if you want to help your friend in need, I urge you, step inside this ring and give these people what they want.

TJ steps forward, but then steps back, shaking his head the whole time.

Julius: Come on TJ, come and punch me right on the nose. I know you want to.

TJ again takes a step forward. The crowd start up a ‘KICK HIS ASS’ chant, but TJ remains rooted to the spot.

Julius: But you will not, will you TJ? Hide behind the ‘orders’ of Reginald Schmidt all you want, but I know the truth: you are afraid to step inside this ring with me. You are afraid because you know you will never leave it the same.

TJ again resists the urge to march to the ring, his breathing deep and quick with his increasing anger.

Julius: He *pointing at Mr. Dangerous* may have been a pathetic morsel I easily devoured, but at least he had the courage to step inside the ring with me and fight like a mine. Well, your time is up, TJ, and at One Night In Hell your wrestling career will come to an end. So while you are out here, allow me to give you a sneak preview of exactly how I plan on making it that you will never walk again.

Julius drops the mic and again puts Mr. Dangerous into an anklelock. Mr. Dangerous is screaming with new desperation and anguish, the pain is so much he cannot even muster the will to tap out. TJ looks on, a conflicted look on his face.

Nailz: This is an utterly disgraceful act by Julius. He knows TJ cannot enter that ring for fear of losing his title shot at ONIH, and Julius is punishing his friend Mr. Dangerous as a way to get at TJ.

Beckett: It is pure genius, Nailz; how can you not admire Julius for this brilliance?

The strain is so great on Mr. Dangerous that he begins to fade into consciousness. TJ takes a couple of steps towards the ring, puts his hands on his head, anguish writ large across his face. Julius looks on with sadistic pleasure, smiling at TJ. With Mr. Dangerous now unconscious, Julius takes the mic again.

Julius: Take a good look TJ. Take a good look at this broken heap of a human being, because after One Night In Hell, you will no longer be a professional wrestler, but like Mr. Dangerous will be merely a broken heap of a human being. You will quit, I will still be the Tap Out Champion, and I promise to take with me both of the ankles I plan to break.

That’s enough for TJ and he charges the ring, but Julius shows his true colours by ducking out of the ring to evade the monster he has awoken. Julius high tails it back up the ramp, his arms aloft, as TJ tends to Mr. Dangerous, his eyes focussed on Julius Farquhar.

Nailz: Julius Farquhar may have bitten off more than he can chew here. There will be no escape for him at One Night In Hell; he may have made a monster tonight that will bring his own demise.

Beckett: But Julius promised to break TJ’s legs – how could you even dream of doubting the “Quintessentially English” word.

Nailz: Well I can promise you something folks, it’s gonna be a rollercoaster at One Night In Hell, and I suspect neither of these men will be the same again when this war is done.

We find ourselves once again this evening in the fine company of one Philip M. Atken, still wandering around the halls of the arena dressed in the finest zebra apparel that $30 could buy.

This time Phil finds himself with a different man! Jack Spade to be exact. Spade runs over to Phil and shoves a microphone directly next to his mouth hole.

Spade: Thanks for agreeing to this Phil.

Atken: I don't think I did but hey, it's not like I'm the one fighting my heart out there tonight for the screaming brainwashed masses. No, Jack, I mean they're literally brainwashed. We're in China after all. Actually, now I think about it... Singapore... China... did Reginald suddenly get a totalitarian regime fetish?

Spade: I... wait, what?

Atken: Never mind. Clearly I'm talking above your station. Now Jack, I'm sure you decided it was good to stop me in the middle of my extremely important referee training regime for good reason. So what might that reason be?

Spade takes a minute to gain his bearings, still taken a little off guard by Atken's opening rant before recomposing himself back to his normal smooth interviewing self.

Spade: Well fans, as you can clearly see... and hear... I'm backstage right now with the man who shocked the world last week...

Atken: I would hardly say that...

Spade: ...by picking up a much needed, momentum building victory in the Beat the Clock Challenge. Phil, I have to ask you about this first though, how do you feel about the change coming in the chamber? Shane Borderland is basically the only member of the chamber you've had any interaction with in months.

Atken: Good journalism there, ask a loaded question and wait for me to shoot my load, is that what you were looking for? Look, Borderland quite simply needed to be purged from this company, Johnny Knuckles needs to be purged... I've been on the record that I have no sympathy for those who wish to bow down and worship the ways of violence. The attack on Borderland, the attack that took him out of the chamber, that removed his one chance at glory, Borderland cultivated it. Borderland aligned himself with maniacs with little care or regard for their own bodies, never mind those of others. To get taken out of the chamber for hanging out with the likes of Jason Kash? Well I have to say, we all reap what we sow.

Spade: But as I said, he was the one guy you knew you could beat. Aren't you a little bit concerned that the landscape is going to change? That you may have a tactical advantage but no scouting knowledge?

Atken: That's the thing Jack. All my opponents, Bailey, Rebel, Sally, Mikeyboy... they're all wrapped up with each other. Tied up in their little square of hate as they brim over with all variety of emotions. They don't even know I'm there or indeed here. These are people with egos, people who feel they need to be the centre of attention at all times, these are people who are going to be the cause of their own downfalls. Last week, I established my place as the last men the enter the ring at One Night in Hell. Do you think they're going to wait on lil ole me before they tear into each other? Of course not, these are men and a women ready to go to war, to die on the battlefield and as they each take a turn falling on their own swords, I will wait in my pod. I will wait until my pod opens and I will swoop in like a vulture. I will swoop in and take what is mine, what I deserve for being the driving force of sanity on Asylum, the World Heavyweight Championship.

So to answer your insipid question, no Jack, I'm not worried. Being an outsider to all the drama is a bonus, not a detraction.

Spade: And what about Borderland's replacement?

Atken: Whoever they may be, they still enter that ring before me and will no doubt have a great lust for gold. In that Chamber, there are plenty of swords to fall on, I can't see our mystery pal breaking that vicious cycle.

Spade: And does that tie in to how you plan to officiate tonight's main event?

Phil chuckles a bit, turns to Jack and gives a smuggish grin.

Atken: The fans here tonight, they deserve a show. They've paid good money to see Asylum's finest go at it in the middle of the ring and I just can't see why the can't get themselves a little preview of the chamber right here tonight in Shanghai. If my opponents want to kick seven shades of crap out of each other, who am I to stop them? These people deserve a show and it's my job as an official to ensure that they get that show. I see myself taking a very laissez-faire approach to this evenings festivities.

Spade: Aren't you at all worried that say a Johnny Rebel or Michael Callahan could very well turn their sights towards you? I mean surely winning Beat the Clock has made your opponents at One Night in Hell view you as a threat.

Atken: Now you see, that's a good journalistic question Jack, you're learning. If Messrs. Rebel and Callahan feel like they want to put their hands on Reginald's personally selected official for this match I would imagine lots of fines and sanctions could very well head their way. Why, I bet they could even see their spot in the very Chamber match they covet fading away. So no Jack, I'm not worried. Hell, I dare them. I dare them to try and lay a finger on me. They will not enjoy the consequences. Now, are we done here? I have a Referee Strategy Meeting with some of APW's finest Rules and Regulations consultants.

Phil body checks Jack as he makes he way down the corridor, storming into an office at the bottom and heard to be yelling about "journalistic standards these days" as he enters the room.

APW Asylum cuts to it's final commercial break.

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Asylum comes back on the air with Jair Hopkins and Jason Kash brawling in the parking lot!

Nailz: Ladies and gentlemen, during the break, Jair Hopkins was getting ready to leave the area, when this happened!

The camera cuts to split screen, with the live footage on the right, and footage of Jair opening a car door, only to get jumped from behind by Jason Kash! Kash bounces Hopkins head off the door on the replay side, busting him open! The replay shrinks back to nothing, and we're just to live footage. Jair is bleeding profusely as Kash has him backed up against a production truck, pummeling him with rights and lefts! Kash swings for a haymaker, but Jair ducks it, causing Kash to punch the truck! As Kash holds his hand in pain, Jair grabs a hold of his head and bounces it off the truck as well, propping him up against the truck! He takes a couple of steps back and runs in, nailing Kash with a Stinger Splash! Both men fall to the concrete, and security is right there to make sure they get pulled apart. General Manager Reginald Schmidt is there as well.

Reginald: Now stop it right there, Misters!

Kash and Jair are both trying to break free of the security guards, but there's four guys on each man, making it extremely unlikely that they could break free.

Reginald: Now you two have a match at One Night in Hell for Kash's Suicidal Championship, and since you two seemed so eager to settle your differences out here in the Parking Lot, well, I figure at One Night in Hell, Jason Kash, you'll defend that Suicidal Title against Jair Hopkins in a Parking Lot Brawl!

The fans can be heard cheering from the arena as Reginald walks off in a huff.

Reginald: Security, escort both of these men out of the building!

The camera cuts out ringside.

Nailz: Holy smokes! A Parking Lot Brawl for the Suicidal Championship! That's going to brutal! It's going to be dangerous! It's going to be great!

Beckett: One Night in Hell is shaping up to be one of the most brutal Pay Per Views in APW history! A Parking Lot Brawl between Jason Kash and Jair Hopkins for the Suicidal Champion, an I Quit Match between Julius Farquhar and “The Soul of Philly” TJ for the Tap Out Championship, and the Extreme Elimination Chamber for the World Heavyweight Championship! Does it get any better than that!?

Nailz: And don't forget the Japanese Death Match Battle Royale! The ring ropes will be wrapped in Barbed Wire, weapons will be scattered across the ring, and the ring will be surrounded by C4 explosives and the winner will receive a shot at the APW Suicidal Championship! Already entered in the match are Johnny Knuckles, Yarmouth, and Stefan Raab, and I've just been informed that any Meltdown Mega Star that is not otherwise booked will also be entered into this contest! If a Meltdown Mega Star wins the match, they will be automatically called up to the Asylum roster!

Beckett: That's a great opportunity for all the hungry up and comers on Meltdown!

Nailz: Well, folks, it's Main Event time!

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 with the referee shirt peaking out from it. He gets a reasonable reaction from the crowd.

Stenfelder: The following contest is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall, and is your APW Asylum Main Event! Introducing first, the special guest referee, Phil Atken!

Beckett: It's worth noting that Dirk Dickwood and Hank are not out here with Phil Atken tonight!

Nailz: Like Atken said, he's just refereeing tonight. At least he hopes so!

#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, weighing in at 234 pounds, from Chicago, Illinois, “Simply Put” Johnny Rebel!

Beckett: Rebel has been making a lot of noise heading up to the Extreme Elimination Chamber Match! He's yet to hold one of the top belts in APW, and looks to win his first World Championship inside the Chamber!

Nailz: The match is so stacked, the odds makers in Vegas don't know what to do with it!

#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 APW Pro Life Champion Michael Callahan himself. The smug Republican holds his championship belt high in the air as he struts out before a packed audience. Cameras flash all across the arena as everyone tries to get a decent shot of the champion brandishing his Pro Life prize for all to see, his arrogant smirk almost the size of the arena.

Stenfielder: And his partner, weighing in at 229 pounds, from Kelso, Washington, he is your duly elected wrestling representative, “The American Hero” Michael Callahan!

Beckett: Michael Callahan gets his first real shot at the Heavyweight Championship, and as the longest reigning champion in Asylum history, it's going to be hard to bet against him inside the Chamber!

Nailz: I don't know how smart of him it was to provoke Anthony Bailey the way he did earlier tonight! He got the champion's attention, that's for sure!

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

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

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: And their opponents, making her way to the ring this evening, weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and forty pounds, from Seattle, Washington, Sally Talfourd!

Nailz: Just listen to the ovation Sally is receiving tonight! She won the APW Undisputed Championship inside the Elimination Chamber two ago! Can she become the first person to have held both the Undisputed Championship and the World Heavyweight Championship? We'll find out in two weeks!

Beckett: It's no secret that Sally is a huge fan favorite, but when she steps inside the Chamber, it won't be a popularity contest, it'll be a flat out war!

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.

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.

Stenfelder: And her partner, weighing in at 230 pounds, from Tampa, Florida, he is the APW World Heavyweight Champion, Anthony “The Promise” Bailey!

Nailz: Bailey and Sally have teamed together before, but then again, so have Callahan and Rebel! Will these teams be able to co-exist just two weeks away from the Extreme Elimination Chamber?

Beckett: Never before have I seen a champion heading into a Title Match backed up into such a corner! There's not many people that think Bailey can enter the Extreme Elimination Chamber and emerge as champion!

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, Phil Atken. Atken gives the belt a long look before handing it off the Adam Stenfelder, and calling for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

TAG TEAM MAIN EVENT
Sally Talfourd & Anthony Bailey VS Michael Callahan & Johnny Rebel
Phil Atken as Special Guest Referee

Before the bell even rings the crowd are completely enthralled by the main event laid out on the table before them. Four world class athletes, two unstable tag teams, a ticking time bomb of epic proportions. In the final go home show before One Night in Hell, who will stick a flag in the soil and claim victory? Well right now it's between Johnny Rebel and Sally Talfourd who are both starting the match for their respective teams. Anthony Bailey is still nursing his shoulder after Callahan broke his own code of honour and cracked him with a baseball bat and the smug Republican doesn't want anything to do with Sally just because he knows she'll be looking for revenge. Rebel wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and then squares up to Sally who rather bravely locks him up hand to hand with a test of strength.

Beckett: Brave or dumb? Sally Talfourd is trying to out-muscle Johnny Rebel as we start our main event here tonight.

Nailz: Sally's a pretty one. Not much upstairs but then who wants to take Stephen Hawkins to bed with them?

No sooner have their fingers locked together Sally kicks Rebel square in the stomach and slips behind him to deliver a fore-arm across the back. She then sweeps with a low kick at the back of Johnny's knee and sends him buckling down like he's about to put a ring on it. Sally lunges forward with a sharp elbow driving straight into Rebel's skull and then thrusts herself forward with a big time bulldog to plant the tough as nails Johnny Rebel face-first into the mat.

The crowd are hushed into total silence as The Last Magician pulls off her magic show on Rebel with mechanical efficiency. She jumps on Rebel's back a few times, putting the boots into shoulders and spine of The Chicago born grappler without mercy before dragging him towards Bailey and setting him up seated in the corner ready for to unleash the pain.

Nailz: Oooh wow, Sally and Anthony are actually working together. Bailey makes the tag and now he looks to help set up Sally and Rebel for something big. This will be fun.

Beckett: Not for Johnny Rebel!

Sally tags Bailey in who gets on all fours next to Rebel. Sally takes a run up and springboards off Bailey's back into a double footed dropkick right into the mush of Rebel, crashing with a thud as she sandwiches him in the corner. Sally rolls out and Bailey takes charge of the match by grabbing Rebel by the leg and dragging him out of the corner and into a double leg roll-up to which special guest referee Phil Atken makes the count.

One!

Two!

Kickout!

Rebel powers his shoulder out with ease and almost looks insulted that Bailey thought that'd justify the cover but alas, the naturally tough J-Reb can hack the heat that the world champion is bringing to him. Bailey grabs Johnny and pulls him to his feet but Rebel lunges forward and shoves Bailey back to the ring ropes forcefully. Johnny throws a quick left, then a right, then a right again then whips Bailey across the ring to bring him down with a sell-through clothesline, both men crashing to the floor.

Beckett: Jeesh! You know it's a brutal clothesline when Rebel takes himself down with it! Bailey got rattled there!

Nailz: I should hope so too! Phil Atken looks like a fat zebra and was counting way too quickly.

Rebel bounds to his feet first and starts stomping away at the downed Bailey who is helpless against the merciless assault. Callahan calls out for a tag in but Rebel's perfectly happy to carry this job on his lonesome, as he now starts dropping elbows into Bailey's sternum with a brute force that causes the world heavyweight champion to wince and groan with agony.

Softened up and stunned, Rebel takes Bailey off the ground and right into his arms as he sets up for a big impact move early on. A swift knee to the stomach doubles Bailey over and gives Rebel all the access he needs to hit a Gut-Wrench Powerbomb bang centre in the ring which the former Overdrive Champion quite easily turns into a bridging dolphin pin. With both shoulders pressed to the mat, Anthony Bailey is centre of the ring and totally out of it.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

Not only does Anthony get the shoulder up but he does so by punching Rebel in the face and using his legs to power Rebel off him and towards the ropes.

Beckett: A Gut-Wrenching Gut Wrench Powerbomb from the Chicago Native there, almost getting a monumental pin over the champion!

Nailz: A gut-wrenching gut wrench powerbomb? Wow. Where do I sign up for tuition at Dr. Beckett's School of Linguistic Creativity?

Rebel backed up against the ropes from the forcefulness of Bailey's kickout sees the champ getting to his feet and decides to put an end to his uppityness by trying to lay him out with another clothesline. He surges forward, arm out stretched looking to wipe the smile of Bailey's face but the champ ducks at the last second and before Rebel can turn around flows perfectly into a jumping neckbreaker slamming both of them to the mat with authority.

Rebel rolls around clutching his skull while Bailey starts rolling his way towards Sally Talfourd who despite drawing great pleasure from watching Rebel get beaten up by Bailey is far too enthusiastic to not want to get in there and do it herself. Sally hops the ropes to chase Rebel who's now trying to crawl his way back to the corner and stops him with a leaping elbow to the back sandwiching his face against the floor.

Nailz: Sally stopping Rebel making the tag there, isolating him from an enthusiastic Michael Callahan who's clearly as into this contest as I am.

The camera cuts to Callahan who rather than focus on his partner Rebel is staring daggers at his rival Anthony Bailey. Sally lays into Rebel with her utmost authority as he tries desperately to defend himself. She starts kicking away at the side of Rebel's chest with her rompin' shoes to try and beat the breath out of Rebel but the repetitiveness of her strikes becomes predictable and on the sixth consecutive kick Rebel catches her boot stopping her assault for the moment.

In the distraction he rockets to his feet and launches Sally into the air with a big time uppercut that takes her at least two feet in the air before gravity has it's whorish way with her and brings her slamming back down to the mat. A sudden momentum shift as Rebel digs in deep and resorts to Street Fighter juggle tactics so he can buy himself enough time to tag out to Michael Callahan who seems less than pleased about having to manhandle Sally Talfourd instead of his preferred rival

Beckett: Here comes the American Hero!

Nailz: Yay!

Callahan stomps into the ring for the first time in the match and goes right after Sally who's nursing her chin after the wicked leaping uppercut she just sponged from Rebel. Callahan doesn't even bother picking her up but instead knees down next to her, rolls her over, sits on her back and slaps on a single armed camel clutch just to show her who's boss. Naturally, the Chinese fans want to see Sally fight through the pain and bring a world of hurting but with no ropes in sight (especially with Callahan applying his clawing hands over her eyes to disrupt vision) that one doesn't seem likely.

She groans in agony as Callahan digs nails into her face, referee Phil Atken not noticing until he peers around and sees fingers dug in deep. He doesn't bother saying anything about it and allows Callahan to carry on scratching and maiming one of his opponents for One Night in Hell until the realisation that he's actually meant to be a referee kicks in and so he starts the count. Callahan quickly lets go, moving his hands back to her chin and leaning back with all his might so that Sally's back bends out of shape and causes her excruciating pain.

Nailz: This is a beautiful submission here! Blind that awful harlot and send her home! She can't fight if she can't see! Be a man Calalhan! Hit her with your Martinez bat!

Beckett: Russ T. Nailz, a gentler kind of sports commentator. What about Phil Atken eh? Just letting Callahan dig the nails in? Do you think that's a hatred of Sally or just wanting to see the gang tear each other apart?

Nailz: All of the above.

Sally slips her arm free and thrashes her way out through the back of the gap in Callahan's legs although she's barely able to see. Making the best of her spacial awareness, she just lunges forward with an elbow strike and happens to catch Callahan in the head before wiping her scratched eyes. Sally thrusts a boot into Callahan's gut and whips him across the ring. Callahan bounces off the ropes with every intention of mounting some kind of comeback but Sally smashes him off his feet with a rebound dropkick dropping both of them to the ground.

Callahan clutches his chest and face and rolls onto his front, breathing heavily as the wind gets knocked out of him by the stiff leaping double kick. Sally then picks one of the neutral corners and waits for a frustrated Callahan to stand up. Sally charges and leaps up for a spinning wheel kick but Callahan ducks it at the last second. Sally lands on her feet with her back to Callahan and instinctively, Callahan smells blood in the water and seeks Victory Lock.

Nailz: Uhoh! It's a victory locking time! Bookie odds just changed across the world!

Beckett: Beautiful counter! Sally walked into this one! This is over if he locks in that hold!

Callahan swings the arm around to snap in the submission hold that has choked out Sally on two previous occasions before but like a shot she drops to a lying down position and brings her legs up to hook underneath Callahan's armpits. She uses Callahan's off balance momentum to flip him over and grabs both his legs to hook into a pin.

One!

Two!

Thre-kickout!

At this point, both Bailey and Rebel make their way into the ring, and all heck breaks loose! There's a wild brawl between the four competitors, and Atken doesn't even try to break it up! Rebel and Bailey are going at it, while Callahan and Sally are duking it out. Rebel throws a hard punch that misses Bailey and barely grazes Atken. He quickly rolls out of the ring, calling for the bell! DING! DING! DING!

Atken is outside the ring, yelling at Stenfelder, "HE HIT ME! THE BLOKE HIT ME! HE'S DISQUALIFIED!"

The fans boo at the stoppage, and the combatants in the ring don't even pay attention to the bell ringing, continuing to go at it!

Nailz: What a bull crap finish to this excellent match! Rebel barely touched Atken!

Beckett: I've been hit harder by stiff breezes! Atken just wanted to get out of there, to keep himself fresh for One Night in Hell!

Atken quickly hurries up the ramp, while Bailey, Sally, Rebel, and Callahan continue to fight in the ring. As Atken reaches the stage, "Cold War," by Janelle Monae, hits the speakers, and the crowd comes unglued as Keaton Saint emerges from the backstage area! Phil Atken looks like he's seen a ghost, and tries to defend himself as Keaton gives him a stiff punch to the face! The fans are cheering loudly as Keaton beats Atken back down to the ring, and tosses him into the fray!

Nailz: What the heck is Keaton Saint doing here!? He's an Overdrive Mega Star!

Rebel, Callahan, Sally and Bailey all turn their attention to Atken, and begin stomping the living daylights out of him, while Keaton stands there, watching it all. "Never Gonna Give You Up/Smells Like Teen Spirit" hits the speakers!



Asylum General Manager Reginald Schmidt enters the arena to a huge pop, thanks to Bambi being with him, and begins to speak.

Reginald: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you the newest member of the Asylum roster, and the sixth entrant in the Extreme Elimination Chamber, Keaton Saint!

The fans pop at the announcement, and everyone in the ring pauses to look at Keaton, who's just smiling.

Nailz: Oh my goodness! What an announcement! Shane Borderland has been replaced by Keaton Saint, who is now a permanent member of the Asylum roster!

Beckett: As if the Extreme Elimination Chamber wasn't big enough already, this bombshell announcement made it even bigger!

Nailz: Folks, that's all the time we have for tonight! We'll see you in two weeks for One Night in Hell! Thanks for joining us!

Asylum comes to a close with everyone looking at Saint, while he nods his head and slaps five with a nearby fan. The APW logo and copyright flashes across the bottom of the screen.