Asylum 11/11-Lexington, Kentucky

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Asylum comes on the air backstage where Reginald is in his office filling some paperwork.

Reginald: Bambi, would you mind sending Mr. Johnny Knuckles in here. There's a few issues I have I'd like to address with him.

She nods and walks off. A few moments later, returns slightly befuddled.

Reginald: Well? Where is he?

Barbie: Um, he wasn't available?

Reginald: Wasn't available? Is he too busy stopping his midgets from humping the ring crew? I swear, those darn midgets...

A little annoyed, Reginald gets up from his desk and heads down the hall. He makes his way to Knuckles door and gives it a good hard knock.

Knuckles: What? Who is it?

Reginald: You know who it is, now open the door.

Knuckles: Ya'; I'm gonna' go ahead and say NO to that......I have way too much shit to do and don't need to be “parented”.

Reginald: I wouldn't have to “parent” you if you didn't go around threatening my staff. You were WAY out of line.

Knuckles rushes over and slams open the door; getting in Reginald's face. Apparently, Reginald had struck a nerve.

Knuckles: You wanna' talk about out of line? The DAY BEFORE my match I get some surprise “guest” added that cost me MY shot? You can go to hell Reginald. And as far as Spade is concerned, I'm pretty sure the shit stains in his underwear were already there.

Reginald: I didn't have any control over that I told you. Besides, the inmates don't run this Asylum, I do and you do as I say or you'll suffer the consequences. It's as simple as that.

Knuckles: You're right Reg, it IS simple. That's why I took it upon myself to do what I did.

Reginald: Oh god no. John really? I told you that I can't sanction that thing. The lawyers would have a shit fit; not to mention Jeff.

Knuckles: Honestly Reg, I don't really give a shit no more. I tried to play fair and follow the rules only to get shit on in the process. As it seems that the blood I've spilled for you isn't worth absolute DICK, I'm doing this with or without your consent. Now get out of my way, I need to head to the ring and address the fans. You know, the same people who come to see me?

Reginald: Now John, I highly doubt that the three people who come to see you really care about it.

Knuckles rolls his eyes. Mini and Maxi step out of the room briefly and stand behind Knuckles.

Reginald: I am putting my foot down right here and now. Don't you dare go out there with that thing. I'm warning you, I can't be held responsible for what may happen.

Knuckles grabs a large bag that happens to be right on the inside of the room near the door, scoffs at Reginald and heads towards the ring with Mini and Maxi following close behind.

Ida Maria's “Bad Karma” blares over the speakers as fireworks shoot out of stage, and the fans pop to their feet, holding their signs high in the air! The camera pans the crowd, and then proceeds to quick cuts, showing off some of the best signs. There are a huge number of Sally Talfourd signs, especially with the little girls in the crowd. There's a little person in the front with a “FREE MINI AND MAXI” sign, as well as a fan with a sign that reads “I VOTED for MICHAEL CALLAHAN!” with a bit check mark next to Callahan's name.

Nailz: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Asylum!! We have an amazing show for you tonight from the Rupp Arena here in Lexington, Kentucky!

Beckett: Don't we always have an amazing show?

Nailz: This is true but this show is right after an AMAZING One Night In Hell pay per view where we saw some highs, lows, and even a few titles change hands. It was a historic pay per view, as Sally Talfourd became the first member to win both the APW Undisputed Championship and the APW World Heavyweight Championship, and she did inside the Elimination Chamber!

Beckett: Not only is she the first person to have held both the top titles in APW, but she's also the only person in APW history who has won more than one Elimination Chamber match! She'll be facing off agaisnt the APW Tap Out Champion Julius Farquhar a little bit later tonight!

Nailz: Also, former champ Anthony Bailey hopes to fight off a post One Night in Hell hangover as he goes one-on-one with Johnny Knuckles!

Beckett: And in our main event, seven men will get the opportunity to fight for a contract good for a World Heavyweight Championship Match with Sally Talfourd at Christmas Chaos as Keaton Saint, Jair Hopkins, Michael Callahan, Phil Atken, TJ, Slade Craven, and Yarmouth will compete in a TLC Match with the contract hanging high above the ring!

Nailz: You gotta love it when Asylum goes back to it's extreme roots, and we're going to be doing just that in our opening bout, as Jason Kash defends the APW Suicidal Championship against Chris Strike! Let's send it to Adam Stenfelder...

Nailz is interrupted as “Over and Under It” by Five Finger Death Punch hits over the speakers as the crowd erupts with excitement. After a few moments Johnny Knuckles comes walking out with a huge bag hung over his shoulder and with Mini and Maxi shortly behind him. He grins at the crowd and heads towards the ring.

Nailz: Well folks, it looks like our opening contest may be delayed a tiny bit!

Beckett: Yea, why wasn't he suspended or fired by now?

Nailz: You can't blame the guy for having grievances. He went through a brutal Japanese Death Match at One Night In Hell only to be ousted by APW's newest signing, Chris Strike.

Beckett: That's why all cards are subject to change. Get this guy a tissue so we can get on with the show.

Knuckles slides into the ring leaving Mini and Maxi standing about on the outside. Maxi picks Mini up on his shoulders just so that he can see. Knuckles reaches over and grabs the mic and stares at the sea of fans who are full of energy.

Knuckles: I've been in APW for just about three years now. My shots and chances of earning myself a championship here have been very few and far far between. I always thought that if I worked hard enough, stuck with it long enough, that I would have been given the opportunity to at least prove myself to be worthy of a chance.

Nailz: It's a good philosophy.

Beckett: Go change your diaper. You lost, get over it!

Knuckles: Obviously I was wrong. It seems as though in order to get anywhere or do anything, I have to kiss a lot of ass, suck a lot of dick, and/or have a big name reputation. Since I'm an absolute nobody, I don't get the chances I feel I rightfully deserve. Three long years and never once did I complain. NOT ONCE!

Beckett: You're complaining now! Take your ball and go home whiner!

Nailz: You do realize that he can't hear you right?

Beckett: Good cuz' if he ever did, I'm sure he'd kick my ass.

Nailz: He probably will when he watches the DVR.

Beckett: Uh oh, is it too late to edit?

Knuckles: That's why, against Reginald's wishes and without sanction, I give you the people the chance to see me in a title shot.

Knuckles puts down the bag and opens it up. He pulls out.....

….and drapes it over his shoulders.

Nailz: Come on Knuckles, Don't be like this.

Beckett: This is ridiculous!

Knuckles: I am no longer the uncrowned champion in APW. Asylum will FINALLY have a champion that is as violent and brutal as the championship itself really is. A championship that is worth MORE than the Suicidal Championship and the World Heavyweight Championship combined. You can call this the Mid-Card Championship, the Catholic Championship, or whatever floats your boat. But standing here in this ring; I will be known as The Dark Match Champion!! With this championship; come the special rules as champion and are subject to change at ANY given time. This belt will be defended 24/7 with falls count anywhere against anybody who sees fit to have a licensed referee on hand.

Beckett: I think Knuckles has officially lost it. Catholic Championship?

Nailz: No kidding right? I'm pretty sure he's calling it the Dark Match Championship.

Beckett: Does this mean I can finally have a title of my own too?

Nailz: I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you Beckett.

Knuckles: Just to show you all that I really am a fighting champion, allow me to introduce my FIRST opponent. All the way from East Bumblefuck nowhere, one half of the former tag team champions, the FLAKE KILLER! I give to you all......MR. DANGEROUS!!!

Mr. Dangerous comes running out from the back as the crowd roars with excitement. He runs into the ring stoked that he gets a title shot (regardless of it's lack of worth). A referee slides in and calls for the bell.

Nailz: I guess we're going to have an impromptu match before the show.

Beckett: Talk about a waste of time.....

Nailz: I can't imagine that Reginald will be too happy about this.

Knuckles immediately rushes Mr. Dangerous and plows him down into the corner. He proceeds to stomp him over and over again until the referee pulls him off. Mini is then put onto the apron and starts arguing with the ref as Knuckles pulls Mr. Dangerous up. He sets him up for a Broken Promise but some guy comes rushing out of the stands, over the rail guard and into the ring dressed in all black. He comes up from behind Knuckles, spins him around, and nails him with a lead pipe to the face forcing Knuckles to fall back and Mr. Dangerous landing on top of him. The man dressed in all black rushes out of the ring and is chased up the crowd by APW security. Meanwhile, Mini hops down off the apron only for the ref to turn around and make the count.

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Winner and NEW Dark Match Champion, Mr. Dangerous!!

Beckett: After all that talk, he ends up losing it on his first “title defense”. What a joke.

Nailz: Who was that guy? He just blasted Knuckles with a lead pipe and busted open the stitches he got from the Pay Per View only to run back out through the crowd.

Knuckles gets back up and realizes what had just happened. The ref hands the belt over to Mr. Dangerous who celebrates wildly in the corner holding it high. Knuckles wipes off the blood that was dripping from his face and grabs Mr. Dangerous from behind back up into a torture rack and spikes him down with a Broken Promise and covers.

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Winner and NEW Dark Match Champion, Johnny Knuckles!!

Nailz: Not really a good start for Knuckles, first night as Dark Match Champion and he's already a two time current.

Beckett: There's no way that Reginald will approve of this. I mean, who doesn't want to see Mr. Dangerous as a Champion?

Nailz: Will you just shut up? And who was that guy dressed in black?

Beckett: I don't know. Probably some guy who felt they paid too much to see a Johnny Knuckles match.

Knuckles hurry's out of the ring and starts arguing with Mini and Maxi who seemingly had the referee distracted while he was attacked. They all head back to the locker room with Knuckles holding his head.

The cameras cut backstage to the inside of one of the locker rooms, the lens spotting none other than Asylum’s newest member in the “God of Thunder” Chris Strike, eyes glancing down as he finishes lacing up his wrestling boots, right leg extended out and resting on a steel chair before he makes sure to double check his kneepads prior to bringing the exercise pants with the set patterns and designs back down. Just as he finishes up with those and he’s about to reach for a roll of tape, his eyes avert to something else entirely. He blinks twice, before a small smile appears on his face.

Strike: I was wondering when you’d come see me...

Hart: That obvious, huh?

Strike: After what happened Thursday, it wasn’t a matter of ‘if.’ It was a matter of when, my friend.

Chris glances around the locker room area - force of habit, making sure there are no prying pairs of eyes and ears, even being so sure as by getting out of camera glance for a moment to shut the door and make sure it stays shut, before moving back and looking Chris Hart right in the eye.

Strike: So, let’s hear it. What the hell have I missed over the last year that led him to do...whatever the hell he thinks he’s doing?

Hart pauses for a moment sheepishly, twisting his toe against the ground

Hart: It doesn’t matter what happened, it’s what’s going to happen that’s going make a difference.

Strike: So you’re going to fight him?

Hart: I don’t have much of a choice, do I?

Chris’ question hangs in the air as Strike places a hand over on the roll of tape he was planning on grabbing from the start, beginning to toss the roll up and down.

Strike: How far off the deep end has he gone, Chris? I mean, that Elimination Chamber...the fact is, when he mentioned he had one more move to make in order to take back what was his, this was the last thing...

In his mind, Chris Strike was still contemplating how a man of Kurt Noble’s caliber had changed so much within one full year. At the same time, so had Chris Hart. This was no longer the young punkass kid who took him to the limit two years ago on more than one occasion, be it singles or tag team action.

Strike: The fact is, Hartsy...you do have a choice. You always did. You just chose to take the higher road and be the team player for as long as I’ve known you. And now...you have the choice to walk into the “lion’s den,” as people call it, and do the same thing to Kurt that you did inside that Chamber. You have a choice...it’s just unfortunate that this is the one choice that’s far too obvious to make.

Chris rubs the side of his head, the dull throb still in existence following the savage assault by Kurt Noble on Thursday Night.

Hart: You’re right. I’m not turning my back on him. I knew what was going to happen. I didn’t want to admit it ... but I knew.

Strike stares at Hart contemplatively as he snags the tape once more before beginning to rip a few strips off and placing them on the edge of the steel chair.

Strike: So what do you need from me?

Hart glances at Strike for a moment before he lowers his head.

Hart: I need your help.

Strike places a hand on Hart’s right shoulder, a solemn nod following it.

Strike: Let me know what I can do to help and I’ll lend a hand. Even if it earns me the ire of the ‘It Man.’

Hart: Thanks Chris. I need Kurt to realize what he’s lost. Not just family, but friends too. You, Lyn, everyone that he’s ever cared about he’s going to leave behind if he decides to go through with his ... and if he does, I’m going to need some help. It’s got to be me who takes him down. We’ve got to settle the score in the ring man on man but to get to that point ...

Chris’ words hang in the air as Strike grabs one of the strips and places it along the top of his wrist beginning the wrap.

Hart: To beat this Kurt Noble, to stop him from destroying APW, I’m going to need everyone’s help.

Strike nods at Chris for a moment, resigning himself to a sigh.

Strike: He was willing enough to do it to the Experts if it meant saving them from the likes of Fresh, MDK and Benevolence...could very well be a history repeat. You just make sure you’re ready and with eyes everywhere. This Kurt Noble is coming for blood...watch your back, front and sides!

Chris nods his head in both agreement and resignment

Hart: And hope that one day he’ll understand ... and that we’ll all be around for it.

Strke nods his head in the affirmative as he wraps another layer of tape around his wrist as a downtrodden Chris watches on and the camera cuts away.

Nailz: Chris Strike versus Jason Kash for the APW Suicidal Championship is next!

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Asylum finds itself backstage and indeed inside the office of its very own General Manager, none other than Mr. Reginald Q. Reginald Schmidtty Schmidt. He is sitting behind a grand oak desk when his office door is kicked over.

Reginald: WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS, MISTERS?

The camera pans over to see Phil Atken, Dirk Dickwood and an unidentified man with a briefcase full of papers saunter in to the office.

Atken: Ah Reggie, glad you're here. It really would've taken the steam out of my dramatic entrance if you weren't.

Reginald: Phil, I want an explanation before I take you out of the main event... and I mean it.

Atken: Reginald, you flatter me. How did you know that myself, Mr. Dickwood and our esteemed lawyer Mr. Saul Slendamin were coming here to discuss that very main event and my removal therefore of... Saul did I phrase that right?

Saul, who was previously fidgeting his way through his briefcase for some important pieces of paper looks up to respond.

Slendamin: Sorry, what?

Atken: Never mind.

Reginald grows impatient and cuts the cross talk short.

Reginald: Phil, you have five seconds. You already tried to push your luck at One Night in Hell and I've almost had enough of it.

Atken: Shut your giant, gaping, greying, secretary banging...

Dirk rushes over to cover Phil's mouth.

Dickwood: I think what my client is trying to say is that we have come to present our case about why Phil here is really the immediate number one contender. Much better than having to go through that nasty Tables, Ladders and Chair match. I would hate to calculate the lawsuits that one might bring in. Saul can explain it all to you better than I could. He's our legalese guy.

Slendamin pulls out a sheet of paper from his many other sheets of papers, puts on his dapper half moon glasses and approaches the desk of Schmidt.

Slendamin: Mr. Schmidt, is it not true that you like to present your employees with opportunity, especially when they have proven themselves.

Reginald: Well yes but I don't see how this is relevant for this particular matter.

Slendamin: So would you care to explain the events that lead to Johnny Knuckles Rasslemania main event and indeed how these circumstances differentiate from those of my clients. I feel I owe you the due diligence before we get into the legal matters...

Reginald slams his palm down on the table.

Reginald: Phil, I am tired of your attempts at loop holing yourself into unfair advantages on this show. I am tired of my authority being questioned. So I am offering you two choices, either you go down to the ring later tonight and prove yourself against six other men and show EVERYONE you are a worthy title contender or you go and join the unemployment. THAT'S AN ORDER!

Slendamin: Mr. Schmidt... I really don't think that's wise. Especially with our countries current unemployment rate...

Reginald: I really don't think you should be in my office. SECURITY!

Atken throws his hands up, in an attempt to stall Reginald.

Atken: Alright, I get it. You're doing that “first day in prison” thing. Got to look the craziest because the boss is hovering about. I'll go down to the ring tonight but you may not like the results and I think you may be hearing from Saul's office tomorrow morning...

Slendamin: I would put good odds on that.

Reginald barks the the three men to get out of his office.

Atken: Alright, we're going. Enjoy the job while it last Reggie. I hope it was worth it.

The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “God of Thunder (Alive IV Symphony)” by KISS blares out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple as the drum solo begins…and up towards a throne at the top of some stairs. A man rises from the throne and makes his way down the steps…and once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water! As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above.

Nailz: And this is it! The long-awaited, highly-talked about Asylum debut of ‘God of Thunder’ Chris Strike!

Beckett: Highly-- what? You too? I understand that he’s well-known and all, but I don’t completely get why Chris Strike is viewed as the best thing since sliced damn bread.

Nailz: Well, I guess you weren’t watching the Japanese Deathmatch Battle Royal at One Night in Hell too closely.

“The God of Thunder” Chris Strike emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the APW fan base as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his right arm up, hand open. A smirk falls on his lips as the self-proclaimed God of Thunder is showered by gold, white and black streamers and two bright white pyros on the sides of the ramp. Smirking, Strike begins making his way down the ramp, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail, all while keeping his eyes solely focused on the ring.

Stenfelder: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is an EXTREEEEME RUUUULES match and it is for the APW Suicidal Championship! Introducing first, on his way to the ring, making his Asylum debut, hailing from São Paulo, Brazil, he is ‘The God of Thunder’ CHHHRRIIIISSS STRIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!

Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and as he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight. The God of Thunder just gives the fans a sly smirk as flashes of light go off, before going under the middle rope and into the ring. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the nearest corner, leaning against the ropes while stretching his arms out as “God of Thunder (Alive IV Symphony)” fades…

”I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm out of my, out of my mind
Out of my f-king 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 f-king mind
Out of my f-king 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 belt 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: And his opponent, hailing from Houston, Texas, he is the Action Packed Wrestling SUICIDAL CHAMPION, ‘The Influence’ Jason KAAASSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Kash places the Suicidal Championship belt 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 Championship belt 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. After very little hiccup, the referee calls for the opening bell to be rung!

Nailz: And it looks like we’re wasting no time getting into this one!

Beckett: I’m not upset with that decision, haha, commence the chaos!

Extreme Rules Match for the APW Suicidal Championship
Chris Strike vs Jason Kash ©

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Immediately, a steady “God of Thunder” chant has begun to resonate through the arena. Strike smirks out at the crowd while Kash rolls his eyes in disgust, but then tries to catch Strike by surprise with a forearm to the nose! Strike swiftly avoids the maneuver, possibly by inches, and nails a European Uppercut that reels the champion. Kash fires back with right hands but Strike hits a stiff kick to the midsection and a roundhouse kick! Kash is knocked into the ropes and Strike runs at him, delivering an Enziguiri that takes Kash over the top rope and to the outside! The Rupp Arena roars as Strike follows him to the outside.

Beckett: He took the Suicidal Champion out to ringside! Do you find that intelligent?! It’s a deathwish.

Nailz: I’m sure that the ‘God of Thunder’ can handle himself in an Extreme Rules match. He’s not some rookie from the indies. You have to do some amount of work to earn that nickname, and to come out of a Japanese Deathmatch looking like nearly a hundred percent.

Beckett: Well, give Kash credit for looking flawless following his Parking Lot Brawl victory over Jair Hopkins!

Nailz: I won’t sell Kash short. But now Strike has him up against the ring, and he’s unloading with shots right to the torso!

After Strike nails a flurry of shots to the ribcage and abdomen, Kash hits a thumb to Strike’s eyes causing him to stumble away. Kash grabs him by his hair and the waist of his tights and throws him head-over-heels, spine first into the barricade. Strike sits motionless in a heap while Kash searches beneath the ring for weapons. He retrieves a trash can, and throws it into the ring. He retrieves a steel chair, and throws that in the ring as well. Kash then grabs a trash can lid and grins as he turns his attention toward Strike. Chris Strike slowly gets up-- but Kash smashes the lid into his skull! Strike’s knees buckle and he falls to his knees, but Kash swings the lid at him again, this time catching him in the temple! Strike falls stomach-first to the ground and Kash drops the lid, holding his fists up to the audience, receiving a chorus of boos in response. Kash grins and hoists Strike up again, throwing him head-over-heels, spine-first into the steel steps! The steps separate from each other, with Strike sprawled over the bottom half, a dazed and pained look in his eyes.

Beckett: See? I told you it was a bad idea.

Nailz: The Suicidal Champion has definitely picked up the advantage and is using the entire ringside environment as a tag team partner right now.

Beckett: And he had some help from that trash can lid!

Strike climbs to his feet, using the steps for leverage-- but Kash charges him and vaults over the steps, hitting Strike with a Drive-By Big Boot! Strike spins from the impact and hits the ground while Kash cheers out into the crowd, who boo in response. Kash grins and lifts Strike up, rolling him into the ring. Kash hooks both legs as soon as he enters the ring and the referee counts.

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Nailz: A kickout by Chris Strike, but the Suicidal Champion doesn’t look discouraged! Kash is already back on the assault!

Kash mounts Strike and hits him with hard, closed right hands to the skull but Strike attempts to cover up. Eventually Kash rips him to his feet and shocks Strike with a hard knee to the stomach and positions him for a Fisherman’s Suplex-- before nailing the Snap Spinning Fisherman’s Buster! Strike’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he’s planted from the move and Kash pins him again, this time grapevining the near leg.

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Nailz: An impressive Spinout Fisherman’s Suplex by Kash, but the challenger won’t quit!

Beckett: I wouldn’t either if I had to go through a Japanese Deathmatch...

Nailz: And now Kash looks frustrated! He’s got Strike up in the corner, and he’s just unloading with right hands-- oh, and the Rolling Elbow from Jason Kash! Strike is down again-- and now Kash is going for that steel chair.

Kash picks up the chair and Strike pulls himself up. Kash runs at him, swinging at his skull with the chair...

Beckett: He’s aiming to decapitate him!

...But Strike ducks beneath his arms and runs at him, diving low to take Kash down with a Running Dragon Screw. Kash cries out as his leg is twisted awkwardly but he doesn’t drop the chair. As Strike tries to hoist Kash up, Kash drives the chair into his ribs! Strike grunts and falls to one knee. Kash drops the chair down on the mat and hops up, trying to DDT Strike onto it-- but Strike delivers a hard stomp to Kash’s leg! Kash cries out again and teeters, and Strike nails a Northern Lights Suplex, holding it for the pin!

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Nailz: By the skin of his teeth, the Suicidal Champion shouldered out of that!

Beckett: Stop trying to make things look like Kash’s title is in jeopardy. It was desparation! Kash will be back in charge in a moment. He’s been dismantling Chris Strike thus far, and that Suplex changed nothing.

Kash and Strike return to their feet around the same time. Kash goes for a second Rolling Elbow, but Strike grabs him from behind and nails a Dragon Suplex-- crushing Kash onto the trash can that Kash threw into the ring minutes ago!

Nailz: Did THAT Suplex change anything?!

The crowd roars for the move and Strike groggily tries to crawl toward Kash, but Kash rolls away, clutching his neck in pain. He starts to get up, but Strike is just a bit quicker and charges the champion, taking him down with a Calf Kick. They both get up and Strike nails a second Calf Kick that sends Kash staggering back into the turnbuckles. Strike starts to walk toward Kash, but Kash charges Strike and goes to hit the Jumping Neckbreaker out of nowhere!

Beckett: The UTI!

Nailz: But Strike reverses it!

Strike manages to push Kash off of him before he can complete the move, earning a deep, collective sigh of relief from the crowd. Kash turns around and charges Strike for a Clothesline, but Strike ducks down and hoists Kash up onto his shoulders! He nails a Rolling Fireman’s Carry and immediately charges the ropes, preparing to follow up with a Springboard Moonsault, but Kash rolls out of the way! Strike lands on his feet, but Kash follows up with a Sleeper Slam! Strike is folded up from the impact of the move and Kash rolls backwards toward the turnbuckles, stomping his foot as he waits for Strike to get up. Strike groggily gets to his feet and Kash’s entire expression seems to change. His expression goes from determined to absolutely sour and he bellows ”THIS... IS... ASYLUM!”, sprinting forward and delivering a hard boot to Strike’s chest. Strike falls roughly onto the same dismantled trash can he’d flattened beneath Kash earlier. Kash wipes his hands, pleased with himself, and makes the cover.

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Nailz: Again, Chris Strike finds a way to kick out!

Beckett: Are you kidding m-- what’s this idiot doing out here?!

A loud mixed reaction develops among the Lexington audience as Johnny Knuckles makes his way to ringside, a curious look on his face as he admires the action. Jason Kash has Chris Strike back up, and into the corner, and has already driven the steel chair once into his midsection before he notices Knuckles making his way down to the ring. Kash gives him a very stern, and confused glance, but turns his attention back toward Strike, driving the chair into his ribs once again!

Nailz: Well, here comes Johnny Knuckles, someone that we’ve known to have a bit of an issue with Chris Strike ever since One Night in Hell. Some call it jealousy. Regardless, Strike is in a bad way and Kash might be ready to put him away here.

Beckett: “Put him away” is a delicate term. Jason Kash is about to end this and send Chris Strike’s brains into the first couple of rows.

Kash charges Strike and goes to smash the chair down across his cranium, but Strike ducks down again and tosses Kash over the top rope! The chair falls to the floor at ringside, right next to Johnny Knuckles, and Strike delivers a hard forearm to Kash’s nose. Kash reels and Strike brings him back into the ring-- with a Snap Suplex! Kash groans and gets back to his feet, and Strike nails an Inverted Exploder Suplex, to the crowd’s delight! Kash is not so quick getting to his feet this time, and seeks refuge in the corner, but Strike immediately runs at him and hits a Rolling Wheel Kick, catching Kash right in the forehead. Kash falls out of the corner and Strike folds him up for a pin.

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Nailz: A kickout right in time by Jason Ka-- hey!

Beckett: That idiot’s in the ring! Get him out, ref!

Knuckles has finally entered the ring as Strike slowly gets up-- and Knuckles has the chair! Strike is unaware of him and stalks Kash, slamming his arms against the mat, waiting with impatience for the Suicidal Champion to get up. After a few seconds, Kash climbs to his feet and Strike goes to lock him in the Full Nelson, going for his trademark Full Nelson Lungblower-- but Kash steps behind him before he can synch it in! Kash hoists Strike up onto his shoulders for the Grand Slam!

Beckett: Grand Slam!

However, as Kash rotates and catches a sight of Knuckles in the ring with the chair, his eyes grow wide in confusion. Knuckles takes a step back when he sees Kash is in control, but the two second hesitation is all it takes for Strike to slip down behind Kash and shove him forward. Kash and Knuckles bump heads and Knuckles is knocked to the ground. Kash staggers back into Chris Strike’s awaiting arms. Again, Strike goes to lock in the Full Nelson, and captures both arms this time...

...And after two violent twists for security, Strike leaps up and brings Kash spine-first across both of his knees with the move he refers to as Relâmpago, the Full Nelson Lungblower! Strike pins Kash, hooking the near leg.

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The bell rings and the “God of Thunder” hits the PA system as Strike is helped to his feet.

Winner and NEW APW Suicidal Champion: Chris Strike[/center]

Nailz: What an Asylum debut!

Beckett: That IDIOT, Johnny Knuckles! How did this happen?!

Chris Strike is handed the Suicidal Championship and celebrates at ringside with the fans while Knuckles sits in the corner, looking in shock at Jason Kash, who still hasn’t reached his feet yet.

Nailz: Do you think Kash realizes he lost the title?!

Beckett: When he does, nothing good can come out of it for Knuckles...

Nailz: Well, Chris Strike has done it! Congratulations to him-- but a tough break for ‘The Influence’ tonight in Lexington, Kentucky!

Chris Strike takes his newly won championship up the ramp, still celebrating with the fans while Knuckles continues to stare at Kash, who finally pulls himself up to his knees in the center of the ring and realizes what happened. The two stare at each other, blank expressions on their faces as we cut away.

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After losing the Suicidal Championship, Jason Kash comes around a corner backstage with fury spread across his face. He stops and looks down another hall and turns to look behind him like he's searching for someone. Jack Spade comes rushing up to Kash from the side and he has a microphone in hand. His voice breaks but doesn't speak a single word before Kash snatches him up and pulls him in closely.

Jason Kash: Where is he? Before I lose my temper, before I lose my job, my freedom for ending someone's life...Where is Johnny Knuckles?

Jack Spade: I...I...haven't seen him!

Shoving Spade back, Kash starts to storm out of the scene. Jack Spade gets his balance and breaks into a jog to keep up with Kash. The view of the camera bounces along at the back side of Spade to get the whole picture.

Jack Spade: Are you mad because he cost you the Suicidal Championship? I'm sure Reginald will gladly give you a match with him for his actions here tonight. This unforgivable ac--

Snapping around, Kash throws himself at Jack Spade and Spade flinches as Kash comes face to face, forehead pressed against forehead with the Backstage Interviewer. Kash doesn't look mad anymore but now carries a grin across his face, his eyes almost burning through Spade as they stare eye to eye. Still under all the fear he can handle, the intimidation, Jack Spade lifts the microphone up to Kash's chin so his mumbles, his whispers are heard.

Jason Kash: Unforgivable? Heh...No, you see I forgive Knuckles already! I forgive him for being the waste of space he's been since he started in APW. I forgive him for failing the many, MANY times before when he stuck his nose in my business. I also forgive him for costing me the Suicidal Championship...I just hope he forgives me when I end his career in return...

With that Jason Kash turns and leaves Jack Spade along with the Cameraman and a microphone.

The camera switches back to ringside, trained on the announce team.

Nailz: A tough loss for Jason Kash to be sure, especially considering Johnny Knuckles' interference!

Beckett: Reginald Schmidt needs to get Johnny Knuckles under control! He's been all over the place tonight!

Suddenly the crowd cheers loudly as "Santa clause is coming to town" rages out of the arena speakers and pretend snow falls from the rafters onto the crowd as they sing along.

Russ T Nailzs: What the hell is this, Looks like Christmas has come a month early?

Steve Beckett: Yeah and now look that's the tallest Santa I have ever seen and he's lost a lot of weight, I hate that guy he never gave me what I wanted for Christmas.

Russ T Nailzs: And what was that then?

Steve Beckett: Three naked cheers leaders......

Russ T Nailzs: I think we will stop you right there you idiot, And look Santa is handing out gifts to the crowd.

As Santa walking round the ring he hands out Gifts from a big red bag with the words Happy Holidays written on the front of it he hands out action figures of different APW superstars there's one of Jason Kash, President Jeff, Level one and many more.

Santa then climbs into the ring and grabs a microphone of Nicky Page and waits for the music to stop and for the crowd to settle down a little.

Russ T Nailzs: Hang on a minute that's not Santa that's a black guy.

Steve Beckett: Yeah that looks like Yarmouth under the fake white beard, What ever next a Black Santa give me strength.

Yarmouth: Ho, Ho, Ho Merry Christmas fella's, Er I mean boys and girls.

Russ T Nailzs: He gave that one away didn't he?

Steve Beckett: Not a very good Santa at that he still didn't give me any thing.

Yarmouth: Well looks like Christmas has come early for one young lucky man and that man is Yarmouth.

The crowd let out a huge cheer.

Yarmouth: This year has been a strange year for Yarmouth first he lost his baby and then broke up with his girl friend Julie Hanson then he teamed up with a no good loser called Stefan Raab and then after kicking his fat ass over the top rope Raab thought it was best that he throw some C4 at my, Erm Yarmouth's head and then cost Yarmouth the chance of winning the death match.

The crowd boo's loudly.

Yarmouth: I know fella's , Erm, Oh sod this.

I rip of my beard and pull the hood down from my face to reveal its me Yarmouth.

Yarmouth: Surprise it's meeeeee.

Steve Beckett: Like we all ready new you idiot.

Russ T Nailzs: Ah shut it Steve.

Yarmouth: You must be wondering why am dressed up as Santa well it might have something to do with the fact that I have a small chance of getting a world title shot.

The crowd cheers loudly once more.

Yarmouth:And the man I have to thank is none other than Stefan Raab the most hated man in APW history.

The crowd boo loudly.

Steve Beckett: I don't know about most hated I like him.

Russ T Nailzs: You would like him the mans off his head.

Yarmouth: Hey fella's don't boo him the German idiot cos if it weren't for him I might not have got this chance to be the number one contender but first I gotta go through a host of Asylum wrestlers to have that chance.

As for Stefan Raab well in a way am very disappointed that Jeff suspended Stefan cos I would have loved to kick his ass all over the ring and once again through that scum bag over the top rope but I suppose that will have to wait now.

The crowd cheers again.

Yarmouth: So between now and then its just me doing my thing and kicking ass win or lose it doesn't matter as long as someone gets hurt and that all starts right here tonight on Asylum, So “The Unfortunate” Phil Atken,“The American Hero” Michael Callahan and all you other guys be ready for this is the time for Yarmouth to shine.

The crowd in the arena cheers loudly as I don't care about you by Fear hits and I climb onto the top rope to pose for the fans as we go to a commercial break.

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Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring: from Tampa, Florida and he weighs 230 lbs... Anthony "The Promise" Bailey!

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 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.

Stenfelder: And his opponent: From the Bronx, New York and he weighs 255 lbs... Johnny Knuckles!

"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.

Anthony "The Promise" Bailey vs. Johnny Knuckles

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The bell rings and both men charge at one another with fists of fury! Knuckles wildly throws a set of lefts and rights at Bailey, while "The Promise" follows suit - neither man gaining an advantage. Knuckles kicks Bailey in the stomach, breaking the stalemate, and shoving him in the corner. He whips him across the ring as Bailey lands hard against the turnbuckles, stumbling forward, before Knuckles nearly decapitates him with a vicious lariat. Bailey spins around and lands on the mat. Knuckles measures him up before stomping on his midsection, drops an elbow across the throat, and finally takes a few steps backward before diving headfirst in to the chest of Bailey with a falling headbutt. Knuckles peels Bailey up off the mat, scoops him up and slams him back down on the mat. He picks up Bailey's legs, and drives his right boot in to the midsection of Anthony Bailey, causing the former World Heavyweight Champion to writhe in pain. Knuckles doesn't relent, showing a viciousness that we haven't seen from him in awhile, and locks in a Cobra-clutch. In typical Knuckles fashion, he uses his fingers to fishhook Bailey's mouth and wrench backwards - ripping at the inside of Bailey's face and using his distinct size advantage to put additional pressure on the small of Bailey's back.

Nailz: I don't like Bailey's chances here. Knuckles has shown some newfangled intensity that I don't think we have seen since his battles with Jason Kash several months ago!

Beckett: That's not saying much. Bailey is so annoying that the majority of the locker room can't wait to stick his head in his own butt!

Bailey rolls through, breaking Knuckle's hold, and freeing himself from his grasp. Bailey picks the ankle of Knuckles and sends him down on the mat. Bailey races back up to his feet, trying to stretch out his back from the effects of Knuckles submission attempt, and shakes loose. He picks Knuckles up from the mat and softens him up with a few right hands to the temple - sending Knuckles backwards. He finally reaches the turnbuckle as Bailey drapes his arms up over the top rope. Bailey steps back and launches himself on to Knuckles, using his knees as personal stools, and falls backwards, sending him flying overhead with a Monkey Flip. Bailey goes for the quick pin attempt...

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Bailey continues with the advantage and whips Knuckles back in to the corner, where he shoots forward and straddles him. He unloads a series of fists to the skull, inviting the fans to count along, A dazed Knuckles teeters out of the corner where he's quickly met with a belly to belly suplex launching him across the ring. Bailey covers but Knuckles kicks out at two. Bailey helps Knuckles back up to his feet and drives the inside of his foot across the chin with a superkick that drops Knuckles down on to the mat and hard. He goes for another pinfall attempt, keeping the pressure on, but Knuckles gets his foot up on the second rope at the last possible second to breakup the pin attempt. Bailey's frustrated with his inability to put away his opponent, scurries to the top rope and waits for Knuckles to roll over in position. The right moment hits and Bailey leaps off with a flying elbow drop attempt but Knuckles rolls out of the way at precisely the right moment and Bailey hits nothing but the mat! Both men are down on the ground as the referee checks on Knuckles first, and then Bailey second.

Nailz: A high risk maneuver that lives up to its moniker! Bailey took a chance and came up short - but I'm not sure Knuckles has anything left in the tank to try and capitalize!

Beckett: I don't understand why these guys continue to use the top rope and then act surprised when they end up holding their elbows in pain! Back in my day - nobody took to the top rope because if they missed they knew the match would be over!

Bailey and Knuckles slowly rise, and Knuckles seems to be the first man to come to his senses, charging forward at Bailey on a mission. However, Bailey was waiting on him... playing possum! Bailey boots Knuckles in the stomach, grabs him by the head, and springboards off the middle rope for the Word of Promise (a springboard backflip falling reverse DDT) and goes for the cover...

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Winner: Anthony "The Promise" Bailey

Anthony Bailey celebrates in the ring as Knuckles, in a sitting position, finally realizes what has happened. He gets back up, sneaks behind Bailey, and rolls him up in a schoolboy. He slaps the mat three times as his own referee:

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Knuckles runs around the ring celebrating with the "Dark Match Championship" belt raised high in the air.[/center]

Nailz: Good grief. Knuckles has officially jumped off the deep end with that fake championship belt he's been carrying around. Bailey doesn't know what to do!

Asylum goes to a commercial break, while Knuckles continues to clown about.

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The scene cuts to the outside of General Manager Reginald Scmidt’s office where we find Anthony Bailey standing. He hesitates a little before actually deciding to knock. Shortly after his fist comes in contact with the door, Bambi’s voice can be heard coming from behind the door.

Bambi: Come on in…

Bailey slowly turns the knob and enters the GM’s office. He proceeds with caution as he has a seat at the request of Reginald himself.

Reginald Scmidt: Hey Anthony, what’s going on kiddo?

Anthony Bailey: Not much Mr. Schmidt, how about yourself?

Reginald Scmidt: Well you know me. Just been working nonstop and trying to take this brand to the next level with the help of Bambi.

Bambi smiles as she continues to file some paperwork.

Anthony Bailey: That’s wonderful. If there is any possible way that I could be of assistance, just let me know.

Reginald Scmidt: We will...so, what brings you here this evening? How can I help you?

Anthony Bailey: Well I don’t want to seem out of line but it’s about the main event...

Reginald Scmidt: Yes? What about it? I personally am excited for it. The fans have been anticipating this one all week long!

Anthony Bailey: Well my main concern was, that as the former World Champion, I was nowhere to be found in the match and I had to fight Knuckles instead. Is there a reason for this? I mean isn’t the former Champion entitled to a title shot soon after he is defeated for it? I know it’s been almost a year since I have signed my contract but I’m still trying to understand exactly how things work around here.

Reginald Scmidt: Truth be told, Bailey, it's because the people think you were a boring champ.

Anthony Bailey: Boring, what do you mean boring?

Reginald Schmidt: Well, my boy, ratings took a hit while you were the Heavyweight Champ, and the Food Network told me that they were worried about the advertisers. I'm sorry, but it's just plain, simple economics...

Anthony Bailey: So let me get this straight, business trumps the opportunity of being impartial? That’s not fair Reginald.

Reginald Scmidt: You know the old saying Anthony, life isn’t fair. It’s called the wrestling business and not the wrestling impartiality for a reason. Now if you would excuse me, I have some other things to take care of. You and I are still good though right? No hard feelings?

Reginald stands up from his desk and extends a hand to Bailey as Bailey shakes it lackadaisically.

Anthony Bailey: Yeah…we’re good...

Reginald Scmidt: Good! I’m glad we see eye to eye. We’ll chat later.

Bambi takes a short break from her task to say goodbye to Anthony.

Bambi: Goodbye Anthony. Stop by to see us again soon okay?

Bailey cracks a fake smile as he exits Reginald's office and the scene cuts out to elsewhere backstage.

Backstage, the camera shows Jack Spade standing next to President Jeff. The crowd cheer’s in excitement as they see the President on the titantron

Russ T Nailz: Its President Jeff. What’s he doing here?

Beckett: Its been a while since he’s been on Asylum. But it was announced earlier today that President Jeff had an announcement to make.

Jack: Ladies and Gentlemen, at this time, my guest, the President of Action Packed Wrestling, Hurricane Jeff. President Jeff, you asked for a couple of minutes for an interview. So what brings you here to Asylum.

Jeff: Well Jack, I’m here because I have an announcement Fella. And no, its not about Stefan Raab. it’s a much bigger announcement. As you all know, I’m a business man, and I strive to make APW bigger and better. I also try to showcase the huge APW matches for the world to see. We’ll, I’ll be doing that again.

Jack: And what match that will be?

Jeff: We’ll, there’s this new company called, Visionary Wrestling. A company like the CWC where they showcase matches from companies around the world. And with Action Packed Wrestling now affiliated with them. They had asked me to present this with a match for their event. So I’ve come up with a dream match.

Jack: This is huge news for APW.

Jeff: Your damn right it is. So on December 15th, Live from Madison Square Garden, 8 days before Christmas Chaos. Visionary Wrestling presents, Showcase Zero. Azrael Goeren is already scheduled to take part in the event. But the APW dream match will be a tag team match. On one team, The World Heavyweight Champion, Sally Talfourd will be teaming up with one of APW’s newest megastars, Chris Strike to take on the team of Chris Hart and the Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin in a Overdrive Vs Asylum Brand Warfare match!

The crowd in the arena are heard cheering in excitement

Jack: Unbelievable. Thanks for your time Jeff and thanks for making this happen

Jeff: Its my pleasure.

With that, the scene fades out.

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We return from commercial to Jack Spade, Asylum’s backstage interviewer, standing by backstage.

Nailz: Were going to Jack Spade backstage.

Spade: Thanks Russ. In a short moment, I will be joined by “The Soul of Philly” TJ but first we’re going to look back at the events of One Night in Hell.

He pulls TJ over to the corner and again puts the Camel Clutch on with the cricket bat and the ref asks TJ again.

Ref: TJ do you quit?
TJ: …
Ref: TJ?
TJ:…I can’t quit.

Julius grabs the mic

Julius: HAVE IT YOU’RE WAY!

Julius puts TJ’s head and neck in the chair and climbs up the turnbuckle and puts the mic to his mouth.

Julius: All you have to do is say it and I do not end you’re life! SAY IT!

The ref gets another microphone

Ref: TJ, do you quit?
TJ:….
Ref: TJ, if you don’t quit, he’ll end your career and maybe you’re life.
TJ:….no
Ref: Fine. I’m calling it.

Julius laughs as the ref rings the bell and explains to Stenfelder what the ruling is.

Spade: And joining me right now is the man who lost that contest, “The Soul of Philly” TJ.

The crowd cheers as the large frame of TJ enters the frame.

Spade: TJ, first question, how is the ankle?

TJ: Eh, it’s been worse, but it’s been better ya know. Julius, he, ah, he did what he said he was going to do. He said he was going to break my ankle and he did.

Spade: He also said he was going to force you to quit or end your career and yet here you stand, without saying the words.

TJ: Yeah, I know I was kind of upset, eh, more like furious, at the time, but you know I got in touch with the ref and he explained why and I know why he did it, just, you know when you work real hard towards something and you want it to be finished one way or another.

Spade: Is that you saying you’re not done with Julius?

TJ: I’m not saying that, its just, me and Julius have some unfinished business to attend to down the road, but there’s some other things that I would like to do before then.

Spade: Like challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship?

TJ: Who told you?

Spade: It’s common knowledge you’re in the TLC match tonight.

TJ: I know, I was playing with you. That’s probably the top thing I got on my mind at the moment seeing I have the match later in the night. It’s going to be tough though.

Spade: Yes, quite the competition three men who were in the main event of One Night In Hell, Michael Callahan, Keaton Saint, and Phil Atken.

TJ: Yup, those guys probably are one of the few people who can say they might be in worse condition than me. I think these guys are going to be a bit more desperate than the others in the match as they had their chance at One Night In Hell and probably feel if it was one on one with anyone in there, they’d be the champion so they’re probably looking at this as a chance to make it that way.

Spade: Speaking of the “others”, those would be Yarmouth, Jair Hopkins and new Asylum Megastar, Slade Craven.

TJ: And that’s the guy I’m intrigued by. Not to offend Yarmouth or Jair, but I’ve beaten them, both with a bum ankle. Sure, every match is different from the last but when you take a chug of beer and taste the aftertaste, not much changes on the next swig you know. But this Craven, total wildcard. First match on Asylum and he gets thrown into a match with a chance to face Sally for the title at Christmas Chaos. See, maybe I’m just envious that I had to wrestle Cameron Wolves on my first night here, but it just doesn’t seem right. That’s just me though, I really haven’t much from him so I don’t know what to expect. Same could be said about Saint seeing how this would be his second match under the Asylum banner.

Spade: All in all, how would you rate your chances tonight?

TJ: My chances are the same as the other six guys. You could say I have a bum ankle so my chances are worse, but this is wrestling, everyone is hurt one way or another.

Spade: And your chances against Sally?

TJ: Probably the same as her chances against me. But I have to win this match tonight first. Speaking of which, I should continue to prepare for it.

Spade: Thank you TJ, back to you guys at ringside.

Asylum goes back to ringside, where Adam Stenfelder is in the ring.

Stenfelder: The following contest is a Champion versus Champion Match scheduled for one fall!

The fans pop, but quickly boo as Elgar's "Pomp and Circumstance March no.1 in D" ("Land of Hope and Glory") bursts forth from the PA. Julius Farquhar steps through the curtain carrying a flagpole bearing the cross of St. George, and has the Tap Out Championship around his waist. 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 APW Tap Out Champion, “Quintessentially English” JULIUS FARQUHAR!

Nailz: Remember, ladies and gents, this is a non-title match scheduled here for tonight!

Beckett: Considering that Julius is not involved in the TLC match later tonight, a win here against Sally probably wouldn't get him a title shot in the near future, but it would certainly put his name up for discussion following Christmas Chaos!

Farquhar is inside the ring, waving the flag around. He climbs onto each turnbuckle and waves the cross of St. George to all corners, before discarding it and preparing to face his opponent.

The 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 with her newly won APW World Heavyweight Championship Belt clasped around her waist. 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, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and forty pounds, she is the APW World Heavyweight Champion, Sally Talfourd!

Nailz: One Night in Hell was a historic night for APW, as Sally Talfourd became the first woman to hold the APW World Heavyweight Championship, as well as the first person to have held both the APW Undisputed and World Heavyweight Championships, and the only person who has won two Elimination Chamber matches here in APW!

Beckett: Sally has seemingly done it all, but going into this match, will the after effects of the Chamber give Julius the edge he needs to defeat her here tonight!

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 center 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 hands off her title and starts to stretch for the match. With both competitors in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Champion vs. Champion
Sally Talfourd vs. Julius Farquhar

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Sally explodes towards Julius as the bell rings, jumping up and taking him down with a Leg Lariat! He gets right back up, and receives a Dropkick to the face for his troubles! He gets up once more, and gets a Spinning Wheel Kick for his troubles, crashing back down to the mat! Julius quickly rolls out of the ring to gather himself, while the fans boo him mercilessly!

Nailz: There's no Elimination Chamber hangover for Sally here tonight! She's come right out of the blocks to take it to the Tap Out Champion!

Beckett: Hey! You're talking like Julius didn't have a grueling match at One Night in Hell himself! He fought TJ in a hellish I Quit Match, where he had to make TJ pass out in order to win! He was in a brutal contest himself!

Julius makes full use of the 10 count, rolling in at 9, and rolling right back out, flustering Sally. He pulls this stunt a couple more times, drawing a loud “YOU'RE A CHICKEN! CLUCK, CLUCK, CLUCKCLUCKCLUCK!” chant from the crowd. Julius points to his head, indicating that he's a thinking man's wrestler, while the ref pleads with him to return to the ring. Finally, Sally gets fed up, and makes a run towards the ropes, diving through with a Suicide Plancha! Julius turns around just in time to side step it, sending Sally crashing chest first into the floor mats! She looks like the air has been knocked out of her lungs as Julius pulls her up by the hair and gives her a few English Uppercuts before whipping her hard into the apron! Julius follows up with a quick Knife Edge Chop that gets a loud “WOOOOOO!” out of the fans, before rolling Sally back into the ring. With the champion down, he gives her a few stomps to the midsection before focusing on her left leg, jumping up and delivering a Standing Knee Drop! He does this about four times before going for a Kneebar, but Sally kicks him off before he has a chance to apply the move. From here, momentum sways back and forth, with Julius focusing on Sally's left leg, while Sally targets the head and midsection of her opponent. Julius controls much of the match with a grinding, slow, purposeful style that riles the fans up.

Beckett: Julius may not be winning style points with the fans, but he's wrestling a very smart match here! Sally's strength is in exploiting her speed advantage. By keeping her on the mat, and working that leg, Julius is making sure that she can't get things going!

Nailz: Don't count Sally out, though! She's the new World Heavyweight Champion for a reason!

About 10 minutes into the match, Jules pulls Sally up, trying to pull her up for a Shinbreaker, but she fights her way out of it before he can lift her up. She whips him towards the ropes, but Jules reverses it! Sally ducks the attempted Clothesline on the way back, and then Julius telegraphs a Back Body Drop. Sally puts on the breaks, and grabs a hold of the hunched over Julius' head, giving him the Danger Zone Corkscrew Neckbreaker! She goes for the pin, 1
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Beckett: What a counter from Julius there! And the speed with which he applied that submission hold, man alive, there's a reason he's the Tap Out Champ!

Nailz: Julius was a lot slower releasing that hold than he was applying it!

The match continues on, with Sally getting spurts of offense in, but Julius ultimately dictating the pace of the match. Sally eventually takes over, hitting Julius with an Implant Buster from out of nowhere! She goes for the cover, 1
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Nailz: We're about 20 minutes into this contest, and both competitors are still showing a lot of fight!

Beckett: Well what do you expect! Both of them are champions for crying out loud!

As Julius slowly gets to his feet, Sally shoots in to try and hook him in for the Makeover, but Julius quickly counters with the Royal Seal, a brutal Twisting Argentine Neckbreaker that deflates the crowd! Julius hooks both legs, 1
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Beckett: I don't like the looks of this! Julius may be thinking about going for his version to the Shooting Star Press, the Lancaster Bomber!

Julius gives Sally a couple of hard stomps to keep her down, and then mounts the top turnbuckle. He gives the crowd an arrogant wave before jumping off for the Lancaster Bomber, but as he comes flying down, Sally rolls out of the way at the last moment, sending him crashing and burning into the mat, much to the delight of the Lexington crowd! Julius holds his chest in pain as he rolls over onto the back, and Sally is quick to react, popping up and running to the ropes, springboarding off to nail Julius with a Happy Ending! She has the inside leg hooked, 1
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3! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Sally Talfourd[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, the APW World Heavyweight Champion, Sally Talfourd!

“Troublemaker” hits the speakers again, and the ref raises Sally's arm in victory, as the crowd cheers her on! Julius dejectedly rolls out of the ring, and snatches his Tap Out Title belt as he makes the walk of shame up the ramp.

Nailz: What a match! Sally Talfourd and Julius Farquhar was a big match that everyone's been looking forward to, and boy did it deliver! I sure hope this isn't the last we've seen between these two!

Beckett: Julius was his own worst enemy in this match up! Early on, he took control of the pace of this match, and very rarely let Sally pick up steam. It was that blasted Lancaster Bomber, which I've never, ever seen him hit! He gave Sally this match!

The ref hands Sally her title belt, and she holds it up high before exiting the ring to slap fives with the fans at ringside! APW Asylum cuts to commercial.

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Backstage the now former Suicidal Champion, Jason Kash is still hunting for Johnny Knuckles. After costing Kash the Championship, it has become a game of cat and mouse backstage. Thus far Knuckles has done a good job at not being found by Kash but as Kash leaves the building through the back doors, he spots Knuckles ducking into a crowd of people who are tailgating the event. He bursts into a run at the crowd of people after Knuckles and pushes through the crowd. He can vaguely see Knuckles looking back and seemingly laugh as he continues to move away from Kash.

Jason Kash: I'M GONNA GET YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!

A few fans turn and notice as they split open like the red sea for the chase. The fans begin to cheer as Knuckles disappears and Kash comes to a stop, looking around every which direction he can see. No where to be found, Knuckles has vanished. Kash looks pissed as a small boy walks up to him wearing an Anthony Bailey T-Shirt. Kash looks down at the boy as the toddler turns and points at a row of Porta Potties standing off to the sides of the tailgating section. Kash rubs the head of the little boy, too mad at Knuckles to be annoyed with the boy's Shirt selection and creeps over to the four Porta Potties.

Jason Kash: Come out, come out, where ever you are!!

Kash puts an ear to the first Porta Potty, listening to see if he can hear Knuckles inside. The first one is empty. The second one Kash pulls away from as the sounds of farting vibrates the walls. He waves the stink away to a few fans laughing as Kash moves to the third porta potty. He leans against it and hears nothing. No sooner as he leans his ear to the fourth Porta Potty does the whole compartment shake. The door locks quickly as Kash grabs the latch.

Jason Kash: Why would you go into a Porta Potty? Is this a Poo reference of some sort? Did you not think I'd find you in here?

Knuckles: I was trying to hit Strike, you know that man! Quit being such a bitch Kash! At least you've won Championships, this guy is stepping in on what should have been mine!! Kash...? Hey, you still out there?

Nothing said. About ten feet away from the Porta Potty, Kash is seen rubbing his hands together. He motions for the people to move back as he makes room for what is about to go down. Into the scene comes Kash's Head of Security, Amarant Cornell. A big beast of a man and he stands next to Kash. Amarant leans over and listens as Kash whispers something into his ear. Then they lean forward as Kash motions a count of 3.

Jason Kash: 1...2...3...GO!!

Knuckles: Go? Go what, wait...Don't do what I thin--

Both Kash and Amarant rush the Porta Potty and ram it with their shoulders. It rocks and leans before tipping over onto it's side. Inside the screams of Knuckles is heard along with the sloshing of water among other things. Kash and Amarant move to the side of the laid over porta potty and they roll it. Knuckles fights to open the door and escape but the porta potty got rolled onto the door. Dark blue water begins to roll out from the porta potty as Kash looks on approving of the outcome. He leans forward and slaps the porta potty and leaves one last message to his old rival/friend.

Jason Kash: Life in my graces bring happy times. Life on this route, being in my sights for blood? You've been there before Knuckles but now...This is just the beginning old friend, I'm not going to stop until you are on the shelf and done. This is the bed you've made, I'll lay you in it...

Amarant Cornell walks off before Kash does but when he does a handful of fans rush in to help turn the Porta Potty right side up so Knuckles can get free. The scene cuts back to ringside, as Reginald Schmidt's music plays.



He and Bambi are already in the center of the ring, both with mics in hand. The music fades, and there are a few cat-calls directed towards Bambi, and even one towards Reggie, before they begin to speak.

Reginald: Are you folks having a great time tonight in the Asylum!?

The fans pop, giving a resounding yes.

Reginald: I asked are you having a good time tonight!?

This prompts an even louder pop from the fans.

Reginald: Now you all heard President Jeff's announcement earlier tonight about the Overdrive versus Asylum Tag Team Match at Visionary Wrestling's Showcase Zero! And while we'll be pulling for Sally Talfourd and Chris Strike to come out on top, I have a couple of announcements that pertain to Asylum specifically. First, I've asked Bambi to address the status of Stefan Raab. Bambi, if you'd please.

Bambi: Ladies and gentlemen, Stefan Raab has been suspended for one month following his actions at One Night in Hell, effective on the date of One Night in Hell itself. He will be eligible to return to action on November 28th.

The fans cheer the news of the suspension.

Nailz: Raab is not one of the more liked Mega Stars here on Asylum!

Reginald: With that piece of business out of the way, I now have two huge announcements regarded both the APW Tap Out Championship and Chris Strike's newly won APW Suicidal Championship!

I'll start off with the Suicidal Title. Earlier tonight, you all saw how Johnny Knuckles interfered in the title match, costing Jason Kash the Suicidal Championship. Now since it was perfectly legal within the rules of the match, there is no reason for me to give Knuckles disciplinary action. That being said, Jason Kash himself has told me that he wants to fight Knuckles. Now considering that Kash is also entitled to a return match for the Suicidal Championship, I have decided that at Christmas Chaos, Chris Strike will defend the Suicidal Championship in a Triple Threat Match against Jason Kash and Johnny Knuckles! Knux, if you want to parade around here like you're some kind of champion, this is your chance to prove that you deserve to do so!

The fans are fired up by the announcement, and a loud “KNUX SUCKS! KNUX SUCKS!” chant gets going.

Nailz: Johnny Knuckles cost himself a lot of fans with his actions tonight, and the crowd is letting him have it!

Beckett: Why is Reginald rewarding Knuckles' actions here tonight! It's like he's giving Knuckles a slap on the wrist before giving him a whole tub of ice cream!

Reginald: My second announcement is in regards to Julius Farquhar's Tap Out Championship. Now if all of you remember back to RassleMania, we had hoped to run a Tap Out Gauntlet Match to determine the new champion, but with several Mega Stars being fired or leaving before the match, that didn't happen. So, at Christmas Chaos, Julius Farquhar will defend his title in a Five Man Tap Out Gauntlet in which the last person standing will be the APW Tap Out Champion!

Beckett: Now here Reggie goes stacking the deck against Julius! What did Julius do to deserve this!?

Reginald: Now Bambi had an idea on how we're going to determine the order of entry, so I'm going to give the floor to her.

Bambi: Thanks Reginald. So, next Asylum, the four challengers shall meet in two separate Tap Out Matches. The winners will move on to the winners bracket, the losers the bottom. The Asylum after that, the two competitors in the lower bracket will face off in a Tap Out Match, Whomever loses that match will enter the Gauntlet First, the winner will enter third. In the upper tier, the two victors will face off in a Triple Threat Tap Out Match with the champion, Julius Farquhar! Whomever taps out in that match will enter the Gauntlet second, with the winner entering last. The gentleman not involved in the decision will enter fourth. Hopefully that wasn't too confusing, but you Asylum fans are smarter than people sometimes give you credit for!

This gets a mixed reaction from the crowd, because they're not sure if that was supposed to be a compliment or an insult.

Reginald: Either way folks, there are big things in store on Asylum as we head towards Christmas Chaos! Thank you for your time!

Reginald's music hits again, and he & Bambi exit the ring.

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The scene cuts to the backstage area where Anthony Bailey and Jair “J-Hop” Hopkins are hanging out around the corridors of the Rupp Arena together and just having a good time.

Anthony Bailey: Can you believe all the uproar that was caused this past Tuesday? I didn’t like either candidate personally but I think that some of the reactions that I was seeing on Twitter were ridiculous.

J-Hop: I agree. Four years ago I was glad that a man with the same skin color as me could defy the odds and ascend to the highest office of this country. It was remarkable at the time but now?? I’m over your skin color dude. Make good on some of those promises of change that you were constructing, you know?

Anthony Bailey: You took the words right out of my mouth. I couldn’t agree with you more. I could never trust a man who seems too good to be true because in the end you realize that it was in fact too good to be true.

Suddenly, a familiar voice is heard coming from behind Bailey and Hopkins as they turn around to see who it is.

Michael Callahan: I couldn’t help but notice you two fine gentlemen were talking about the man I've taken to as “The Nation Slayer”.

Bailey shakes his head once he discovers who it is.

Anthony Bailey: Good evening to you too Callahan…

Callahan is not phased by Bailey’s sarcasm. It’s something that he has grown accustomed to these past few weeks, months, forever.

Michael Callahan: I do hope he gets his act together and pulls this nation out of the abyssal nose dive he's put us into. Callahan Callahan 2016, yes, I'm my own running mate, is going to have enough on its plate without having all this mess to clean up.

J-Hop: If you ever got elected as President, I would leave America at the drop of a dime.

Hopkins and Bailey both laugh as a scowl appears across the face of Callahan.

Michael Callahan: That's a good joke IHOP. Did Bailey write you that while you were busy with your hectic schedule of being utterly irrelevant? You’ll be singing an entirely different tune later tonight when I become the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Title. The same title that Bailey failed to hold on to...

Bailey tries to get closer to Callahan but is unsuccessful because Hopkins holds him back from doing any harm to American’s favorite politician.

Anthony Bailey: You wanna throw cheap shots Callahan?! You don’t even deserve to be in that match tonight!!

Michael Callahan: As if you're in any position to talk about deserving. You walked in and were spoon-fed a title yet you couldn't even beat Sally Talfourd one on one without getting Shane Borderland to save your skin. Might I add, that was something I did ON MY OWN, without cheating. Besides. I've got the people on my side Bailey, I'm back by popular demand and your uncle especially knows that I've got the heart of a champion.

Callahan struts off whistling as Bailey is livid and wants to pounce on him but the presence of Hopkins won’t allow it. The scene fades to black.

We’re back to ring-side. The camera runs across an excited Asylum crowd, hanging over the rails all cheery and happy. They are definitely getting their money’s worth this time. There’s a transition to a shot high in the rafters, looking out across the arena itself. There’s a murmur as they all anticipate what or who is coming next. Suddenly, without any warning, the lights cut out. There’s just the glow of thousands of cellphones and flashes of cameras. Then, slowly, the crowd’s cheers begin to build. Then, on the big screens at the stage...



The crowd is on their feet now as a lone spotlight opens up on the stage to find the Queen herself: Sally Talfourd. She stands there, ring-gear still on, looking worn (but satisfied) after her match from earlier in the night. She looks out to the crowd, pats the belt around her waist, then points out to all the fans. All we can hear is the yelling and cheering coming from the legions of adoring fans. Then, finally, ‘TroubleMaker’ kicks in and Sally starts to make her way down to the ring.

Nailz: And here we go! Sally Talfourd, our newest World Heavyweight Champion!

Beckett: Sally promised us earlier this week that she had a surprise of sorts for us all. Something about making Asylum the place to be in APW. I wonder what she has to say?

Nailz: I know it’s been the buzz of the Internet since she dropped that bombshell on us all. And I, for one, cannot wait to hear what she has to say!

Sally, ringside now, does a full circuit, slapping hands with the fans, snapping the odd Facebook-style photo, and doing everything a champion should do. When she’s back to where she started, up the stairs she goes, up the turnbuckle from the outside, and then poses to the crowd, holding the belt up high. When the fans have their happy snaps, she vaults into the ring, looking out to the crowd as the lights come up. She has a smile as wide as it can get as she soaks it all in. From outside the ring, a mic gets tossed to her. She catches it with her free hand, slings the belt over her shoulder, and then gets ready to go.

Sally: Thank-you, thank-you! You don’t know how great it is to be out here with ... with ...

A ‘Sally Talfourd’ chant starts up, then spreads, slowly but surely, all around the ring. Sally has to stop. Embarrassed, she hangs her head with a smile. A couple of looks up doesn’t seem to stop it getting louder and louder. After a moment, she holds up a hand, and, finally, the crowd is back under control.

Sally: Thank-you, again. Like I said, you don’t know how great it is to be standing out here, again, as your champion once more! I want to thank all you fans for your support, your adoration, and the belief that I could be a champion once more. So, everyone, thank-you.

Sally gestures out to her fans again, and takes a bow. A round of applause starts up, almost as a way of saying ‘No problem Sally!’. Then, when things die down again, Sally starts up.

Sally: Now, with the good stuff out of the way ... let’s get on to the great stuff. Already you’ve seen a night that, well, has been better than anything else you could have been watching tonight. You’ve seen the Suicidal Championship change hands. You’ve seen two of Asylum’s mainstays fight it out for an inch of reputation. And, just then, you saw the World Heavyweight Champion take it to and beat the Tap Out Champion!

Crowd starts up again, cheering on Sally’s big win! Sally holds up a hand, quickly, to keep things rolling.

Sally: And up next! ... and up next, you’re going to see the cream of the crop battle it out to come after me and my title. I encourage that. I welcome that. I can’t wait to see that match unfold and who I have to fight against. It’s going to be one hell of a match ... on one hell of a night ... on one hell of a show!

The crowd is all fired up now. They will cheer just about anything. But there’s reason enough for anyone to cheer Asylum, and tonight is as good an example as any!

Sally: That’s right! Asylum is where the action is at. Asylum is the place to be. Asylum is what you should all be watching! But, for a while now ... that’s not really been the case, has it? I mean, Asylum, of late, has been a bit ... meh. And all I’ve been hearing is how amazing the talent coming out of Meltdown is ... and how amazing the shows are that OverDrive is putting on ... well, it’s about time ‘amazing’ and ‘Asylum’ were put in the same sentence. It’s about time Asylum steps up and show off what we do here. It’s about time Asylum becomes the premiere brand of APW!

Nailz: Sally on a roll here. Her passion isn’t something that can be faulted, certainly not for her show here.

Beckett: Shhh! I want to know what her plan is. Talking big is fine ... but you got to walk the walk ...

Sally looks out to the fans who are lapping it up. They are on the edge of their seats as Sally throws down her hand.

Sally: Which is why I stand here, now, to tell you all about what we’re going to do about that. You see, one person can’t do it alone. Two people can’t. It takes a group effort. It takes the best of the best to do something like that. And, when it’s all said and done, I’m going to need the best of the best to do it. Right now, before you all, I’m challenging Asylum to get with me on this. I’m challenging anyone - friend and foe alike - to step up with me and take Asylum to the next level. In the coming weeks, I’m going to be looking for people to do this with me. People to work with me to get to the goal. I want to put Asylum on the map in a bigger way than anyone can imagine. And, at Survive and Conquer, we’re going to make that mark!

The crowd explodes at the idea. Survive and Conquer, a whole band of Asylum megastars taking the match by storm. Taking it to the OverDrivers and the Meltdowners and the one-shotters who come in for the match. Taking over Survive and Conquer and leaving their mark in a big way! Sally nods, the idea drawing her in too.

Sally: That’s right. A new era is starting for Asylum tonight. It’s starting tonight, and it’s not ending until Survive and Conquer. I’m going to get the people, over the next few weeks, that I need to make everyone know just where the attention should be. You watch: Asylum is going to kick it up a gear and you’re going to see things that you’ve never ... ever ... seen before.

The crowd erupts for the final time as Sally drops the mic to the mat and then heads up a turnbuckle to take it all in from the crowd. Some poses with the belt, then rolls under the ropes and heads up the ramp, slapping more hands with the fans than when she came down. Some final photo opportunities on the stage, and then the World Heavyweight Champion is gone, but not forgotten.

Nailz: Folks, our TLC match is up right after this break!

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

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

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

Nailz: Jair Hopkins has been going nowhere fast lately. He came up short against Jason Kash at One Night in Hell but tonight? Tonight he can turn his fortunes around and be number one contender to Sally Talfourd. Will he make it?

Beckett: I sure hope not. I really don't like his style.

The lights go out and the arena is silent minus the crowd noise. Red and White light go throughout the arena as the opening cords of the song play. As the lyrics begin, TJ comes out and the lights come back on as the red lights still flash. TJ leans back and roars and then TJ walks down to the ring and slides in the ring. He goes to the corner and throws his arms in the air and then beats his chest with one arm ala Sheamus. (But he did it before Sheamus)

Beckett: Fun fact. TJ is a former national weight lifting champion.

Nailz: See, I can believe that but I also know that you're lying. Because anything that you say that starts with the phrase “Fun Fact” is almost certainly a lie to hype up your favourites.

Beckett: You're getting good at this Russ.

The lights go down in the arena and a red spot light spans all over the crowd as they cheer 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" by Fear rages out of the arena speakers and Yarmouth comes out and swaggers onto the stage holding a rocket launcher full of T-shirt's with Fella written on the front, Yarmouth then begins to fire the T-shirts into the fans as they fight to get hold of the T-shirts, Yarmouth is wearing his wrestling pants and a red T-shirt with fella on the back and Meltdown is on the front on the front of the shirt as Yarmouth then enters the ring to wait for his opponent.

Nailz: Yarmouth seems to be on the right track after ditching Stefan Raab.

Beckett: If he says fella one more time, I swear I'm gonna' get in that ring and punch him in the mouth. He's ridiculous. He's 6'9 and weighs forty pounds more than I do. He's the skinniest giant ever. It's absurd.

Nailz: You're two oh five?

Beckett: Damn straight.

“Mid Life Crisis” by Faith No More hits the sound system and from out the curtain steps Michael Callahan himself surprisingly without his patented baseball bat. Clearly disgruntled about the working conditions he's currently having to face he's not particularly enthusiastic about his trot to the ring. He side-steps a ladder and ignores the fans, seemingly growing angrier with every step he makes towards that ring.

Beckett: Callahan was the first man eliminated in the Asylum Elimination Chamber, lasting all of twenty seconds before Anthony Bailey scored a shock roll-up and had him thrown out. Will Callahan get redemption tonight or will he be first out?

Nailz: His record in these matches isn't great. At Shockwave he lost his Pro Life Title in a TLC match. Then the Elimination Chamber. Now his hopes and dreams of one day becoming world champion hinge on him losing a match that he's 0-1 in. I can't imagine he's feeling too hopeful.

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: Introducing your legendary rightful world champion, the last man eliminated in the Extreme Elimination Chamber and an experienced volunteer worker who's been working at the abandoned orphanage for the last five years... PHIIIIIILLLL ATKEEEEN!

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

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

Nailz: At One Night in Hell, Phil Atken was moments away from becoming a World Heavyweight Champion. Nobody would ever believe it if they'd heard it from someone else but he held his ground and he nearly had Sally Talfourd tapping out. Yet she persevered, held on and she put Phil Atken through a seemingly shatter proof table. Atken has come a very long way from the incompetent doofus he was in the years opening. As we come to the end of 2012, Atken has developed so much in the ring and his cunning, meticulous mind above all makes him an enormous threat.

Beckett: I like his hair. And the fact he ripped chunks out of Sally's leg with a crowbar. He's good people.

[glow=green,9,200]I Thought I Told You... I Came to Party!![/glow]

The fans come to life as Deuce's song begins to blast ac ross the sound system. Slade emerges from backstage wearing his ring gear and leather jacket. He walks down to the ring with a smile on his face; his shades cover his eyes.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, from Dallas, Texas weighing in at 215 lbs, “The Main Man,” Slade Craven!

Slade slides under the bottom rope and pops to his feet. He stares across the ring at his opponent, Slade’s smile turns to a smirk. He takes off his sunglasses and coat then hand them to Nicky Paige. He turns back ready to fight.

Beckett: Slade Craven! He's wicked! I really like watching him wrestle. He's fast, he's exciting, he's daring but he's never won the big one and now here on Asylum he's got the opportunity.

Nailz: He's so underrated it's untrue. This man is a world class athlete but he never gets the credit he deserves. I want him to win this match and prove us all wrong.

The melody of "Cold War" by Janelle Monae signals the arrival of Keaton Saint, who makes his presence known as the song begins to pick up tempo. Saint makes his way to the ring high-fiving some of the fans in the attendance before entering the ring and preparing himself for the match ahead.

Nailz: Finally, Keaton Saint. Thoughts?

Beckett: I don't like his hair, I don't like his stupid British limey accent, I don't like the way he thinks he's better than everyone else. Good wrestler though. His frog splash off the chamber was beyond sick.

TLC Match for the #1 Contendership To The World Heavyweight Championship
“The Unfortunate” Phil Atken vs. “The American Hero” Michael Callahan vs. Keaton Saint vs. Slade “The Main Man” Craven vs. Yarmouth vs. “The Soul of Philly” TJ vs. Jair Hopkins

Beckett: Can you believe this? A HUGE seven man TLC match for a number one contenders spot at Christmas Chaos! One of these men is going to earn the right to face Sally Talfourd!

Nailz: Just think about those poor guys, Keaton, Callahan and Atken, all guys who had an Elimination Chamber match two weeks ago. I mean I love stuff like this but you gotta' think about Schmidt's thinking process and the effect it'll have on these men! It's like saying, “Thanks for stealing the show at One Night in Hell boys, please kill yourselves for me one more time? Kay thanks.” This is going to be brutal.

The bell rings and all seven men stare at each other wondering which opponent to pursue first. Before things can kick off though, Phil Atken straight away makes a stand.

Phil Atken: You know what? I never really wanted to be World Heavyweight Champion anyway. You lot can duke it out for yourselves.

All eyes follow Atken who simply hops out of the ring and walks away. Before anyone can see where it is exactly he's going, Yarmouth kicks off the match by punching “The Soul of Philly” TJ in the face and straight away a brawl erupts. Michael Callahan takes on Slade Craven and Keaton dukes it out with Jair Hopkins as Phil quietly retreats towards the timekeepers table where he takes a chair and happily watches the match with no quarrels whatsoever. Meanwhile Yarmouth and TJ are dominating centre stage, a real life King Kong VS Godzilla (you can decide which is which) as the tall and stacked TJ grapples with the smaller but more muscular Yarmouth. Yarmouth pushes TJ back to the ropes and whips him across, catching him in the face with a side elbow while Slade and Callahan both tumble to the mat outside thanks to a Caucus Clothesline.

Beckett: So many bodies in the ring right now, it's hard to keep a track of who's beating up who but WOAH. Callahan and Slade Craven now, both tumbling out of the ring while Keaton Saint and J-Hop battle it out in the corner and Yarmouth and TJ monster mash as the centre piece.

Nailz: The ring looks like an exhibit at the New York Modern Art Gallery.

Keaton using the top rope for leverage rams his boot into a downed J-Hop and forces him out underneath the bottom rope, following suit as the action continues to spill outside the ring. TJ and Yarmouth are the main attraction now with Yarmouth hitting a big time scoop slam to TJ followed by a Leg Drop. Slade has just smacked Callahan's face into the side of an upright ladder and now Keaton and J-Hop are brawling their way to the announce table throwing fist after fist after fist. Yarmouth hauls TJ off the mat and slaps him in the chops with a big, open palm slap to the mush but instead of doing any damage it just makes TJ mad who lunges forward with a clothesline bringing both men crashing ot the mat.

Beckett: J-Hop and Keaton Saint are getting a little close to this announce desk for my liking. I can only wonder how this is going to end.

Nailz: Should we try and stop them? I don't think we could if we wanted to!

Keaton's head goes slamming into the the announce desk and both announcers instinctively recoil in shock. J-Hop in control slams his head a second time and them throws him spine first into the side of the ring. He starts dismantling the desk removing the lid, the monitors, the headsets and then of course Nailz' can of Tizer, a soft drink made only in the UK that he has imported because he loves it so. He sends it flying and as you can expect, Nailz isn't too impressed. J-Hop rolls Keaton onto the table and punches him square in the face to make sure that he's well and truly stunned and out of it. J-Hop then walks over to the nearest ladder which really isn't all that far away and drags it closer so he can make the climb.

Nailz: I don't think it's smart for Jair to do this! He should be trying to make a go at the contract!

Jair stands tall and high atop the ladder overlooking the announce table where Keaton lies in wait, holding his hand cupped up to his ear as the fans go nuts.

Beckett: He ain't listening! He's just listening to the fans and his own heart pounding in his chest!

Jair roars a primal scream as he leaps off the ladder in a Senton Splash, dropping twenty feet in the air below only for Keaton Saint to roll out of the way at the last second. Jair crashes through it and not only that but lands on his arm as well. He screams in pain as quite clearly there's been a break or a fracture or something. Keaton Saint wastes no time and heads back to the ring while Phil Atken walks around to get a better look at Hopkins. Atken nonchalantly kicks him in the side once prompting an even louder anguished cry from Jair who's seriously regretting his overconfidence right now. Phil then turns to the entrance way and cool as you like holds up the X with his arms signalling for medical care for Hopkins before returning smoothly to his seat the timekeepers table.

Nailz: A tough break for Jair Hopkins here tonight!

Beckett: Phil Atken has just signalled for some help from backstage because apparently he's an official. Meanwhile, TJ and Yarmouth are still going at it in the ring while... Michael Callahan and Slade are out in the crowd?

Slade has thrown Michael Callahan over the crowd barrier and out into the audience where he's giving him a bloody good pummelling. Slade is just punching him in the face over and over again and Callahan is scarcely able to keep up. Keaton Saint at ringside folds up a ladder and cradles it in his arms as he walks up the ring steps. He then hikes it up above his head and throws it straight out across the ring and into both Yarmouth and TJ who are in a collar and elbow tie-up, hitting them both and sending them crashing to the mat with the ladder on top of them. Saint climbs the turnbuckle from the outside and leaps across the ring with a double leg drop, landing on the ladder and crushing both men the process.

Beckett: YOWZER! Great thinking by Keaton Saint! Saint despite his size has just launched a ladder across the ring and then to show he's not just a strong man, he flew across the ring and flatten them both by landing on it with a double leg drop! His diversity is incredible!

Nailz: Yeah but he's also got a mullet and I hate mullets.

Keaton Saint clutches the base of his spine and rolls around in agony, clearly quite pained after his high risk manoeuvre but nevertheless he's not a time-waster. He grabs the ladder and sets it up right in the middle of the ring. He puts his foot on the first rung and starts making his way up, an act of defiance which Phil Atken can not abide. Keaton is still full of energy and can scramble his way up fairly sharpish while Phil Atken is just about getting in the ring. Phil Atken performs a surprisingly capable vertical leap to about halfway up the ladder and swings as high as he can to punch Keaton in the stomach who's wrapping his hands around the briefcase. Saint doubles over and a refreshed Atken is now up top with him. The two start brawling like mad dogs, biting, scratching and clawing in desperation to get their chances that they lost in the Chamber.

Beckett: Both men are standing high above the ring now on that ladder, fighting and scratching for their chance at glory, the opportunity to leave 2012 as the World's Heavyweight Champion. One of these men could be facing Sally Talfourd at Christmas Chaos! Who will it be? And who, if anyone will come crashing down to the mat below?

Nailz: Hopefully both. I want Slade Craven to win this one. He's so underrated it's untrue. Like his independent work was amazing but because he's not exactly the best on the mic? Nobody really takes him seriously.

The two fluffy haired superstars finally break the stale mate when Keaton grabs Atken's head and slams it into the into the top rung. Keaton pushes Atken's head down into the rung and uses it to give himself an extra few inches of height to reach the top rung while the crowd suddenly start going ballistic as from the corner, the man himself Slade Craven has a steel chair and he's standing on the top rope. He leaps across the ring and throws the chair out ahead of him, dropkicking the steel chair straight into Keaton's back and bringing them both crashing to the floor leaving Atken alone atop the ladder. Yarmouth though is slowly making his way up while Atken drools on the top rung. He shakes his head of the cobwebs then starts reaching up but Yarmouth is already on hand to stop him.

Beckett: Awwwwh man, awwwwwh man. Yarmouth is gonna' clinch this one! Who's gonna' be able to shift the ladder with that man on top of it? He's HUGE.

Nailz: TJ, maybe?

And rightly called, TJ slips underneath Yarmouth and pulls him off on his shoulders before he can make any damage. It's an amazing feat of strength as TJ is struggling to lift the enormous English wrestler but he does so and starts taking him to the edge of the ring. The sneaky Michael Callahan who's pacing around the ring looking to make himself useful. Seeing TJ's intentions, he pushes a table in the way of TJ's trajectory as The Soul of Philly throws Yarmouth out of the ring with a big time powerbomb straight through the table that smashes instantly. The crowd whoop and cheer as Yarmouth lies flat out destroyed outside the ring in the fragments of the table. Phil Atken is desperately trying to grab a hold of that championship belt but Slade Craven is holding onto his ankle and trying to pull him off.

Nailz: YES! THE CARNAGE! Yarmouth just got taken OUT! Damnnnnnnn!

Beckett: I don't think TJ anticipated that Callahan would've put that table in the way but damned if it wasn't effective. Slade now is trying to desperately stop Phil Atken from taking that belt as Saint nurses his back and TJ climbs the other side.

TJ manages to make it about half-way up the ladder when Callahan slides in after him in hot pursuit. Slade is clinging onto Atken for dear life who's trying to boot him away and TJ is now all the way at the top, reaching for the title shot. Callahan grabs Slade Craven's dropped chair and cracks it across the back of TJ's leg as he outstretches to grab it. Callahan then throws it to one side and climbs about three rungs, makes a mental calculation in his head, then uses the ladder to flip himself upside down and ensnare TJ in his legs locking in a textbook roll-through kneebar that brings TJ off the ladder and slamming hard to the mat below. It doesn't stop there though as Callahan sinks in the deadly submission hold looking to hyper-extend the giant's leg and render him unable to climb the ladder again.

Beckett: WOW! Callahan's showing some great skills here! That submission he's got is almost like a bear trap, taking the legs out from underneath that grizzly bear to stop him from dominating his way in this match!

Nailz: TJ's ankle was severly injured at the hands of Julius Farquhar at One Night in Hell! This isn't helping matters any!

Callahan wrenches the leg back as far as he can in his new submission signature, The Bear Trap and makes TJ roar in agony. Knowing that a rope break isn't an option in this high risk TLC match, The Soul uses his strength to grab the bottom ropes and start pulling him out even as his leg is on the verge of snapping in two. Both men crash to the floor and the submission is broken, TJ slips his way out as he falls to the floor and Callahan follows suit but lands just on his ass. Despite nearly having his leg ripped off, TJ bursts to his feet and levels Callahan with a huge clothesline and a 215 Drop right after it. He connects the slam but lifting all of Callahan's weight by his lonesome? It proves killer and as soon as he lands he immediately starts rolling around in agony, potentially having blown his knee out. Callahan's completely KO'd.

Beckett: The 215 drop by TJ may have ended Callahan's championship hopes here tonight but the damage may have been done to his knee right there!

Nailz: You're damn right! Now it's down to Phil Atken, Slade Craven and Keaton Saint! COME ON SLAAAAAAADE! WE LOVE YOU!

Beckett: Always the underdog, huh Nailz?

Slade finally manages to pull Phil Atken off the ladder and The Unfortunate One falls to the mat yet lands on his feet which is pretty skilled of him to be honest. Slade takes his place on the ladder and quick as you like starts climbing, Slade gets his hands on the contract and starts trying to pull it down but Keaton has raced up the other side to meet him. The two start trading punches and Phil feeling rather left out decides to go and find himself another ladder. Slade slams Keaton's face into the top rung giving him a taste of his own medicine. He then grabs Keaton's head, slings it over his shoulder and right onto the top rung hits a beautiful Fly Fly! cracking his face on the ladder and sending him flying off while Slade lands neatly on his feet at the bottom of the ladder. Saint lies flat out destroyed on the mat, finished for all intensive purposes.

Beckett: Yikes! What an epic, bone-crunching stunner! Who can argue with a move like that? I think you might be onto something here!

Nailz: Come on Slade, live your dream! You can do this! You can defy everyone's expectations! The internet love you, I love you, these APW fans love you, CLIMB. THAT. LADDEEEEEEER!

Slade is up like a rocket back up that ladder but TJ is back in on a hobbling leg and boy is he pissed off. TJ grabs the ladder and lifts it up high with just his raw strength alone, making it collapse in on itself in the process and in a sprint he runs across the ring carrying Slade with him like a human-sized lolly pop. Slade hangs onto the ladder for dear life as TJ dumps it over the top rope and outside of the ring and sends Slade flying off it and crashing out into the audience where he's never seen again. A “Holy Shit!” chant breaks out like wild-fire as the ring is now cleared of everyone but TJ licking his wounds and nursing his injured leg. Everyone's freaking out as even more EMT's are called out to come fish Slade out of the crowd.

Nailz: And with that, Slade's hopes for this match are probably up in smoke...

Beckett: Hey, at least a fan gets a souvenir!

TJ drops to one knee and tries to suck it in, his legs having taken the burden of his lifting of Slade and removing him from this competition. That said though, he's now got a ring to himself with nobody else in sight. He hobbles his way towards the edge of the ring and climbs out and dropping down to the mat below. He grabs himself a ladder and slides it back into the ring underneath the bottom rope. TJ hops onto the apron and climbs into the centre of the ring. He boots Keaton Saint out of the ring underneath the bottom rope and then walks back to his ladder only to be distracted by a noise behind him.

?: IPPON SAIZU... BANZAIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

TJ whirls around at the distinctively non-American wary cry to see the American Hero charging across the ring, Edgar Martinez baseball bat over head like a katana heading straight for him. TJ, too shocked by the yelling and the sight doesn't react quick enough and takes a baseball bat straight across the skull. An audible crack rings through the arena as the giant is felled in one swell strike, Callahan's Banzai Charge completing it's intended purpose. TJ's eyes roll into the back of his head as he collapses onto the ladder behind him, cracking the back of his head as he falls.

Nailz: What the Hell! Callahan just laid out TJ with Martinez!

Beckett: That was unreal! He just used his baseball bat like a katana and put him out cold! I'm calling Callahan American Samurai from now on, that was awesome!

Nailz:TJ's gotta' be out cold after that! You don't survive an impact to the skull like that!

He rolls TJ off the ladder and out the ring underneath the bottom rope and grabs the ladder. He's still delirious from the 215 Drop but he's had enough recovery time and not sustained enough overall damage for it to ruin him completely. He sets the ladder up and TJ has unsurprisingly picked the biggest ladder yet. He sets it up perfectly underneath the ladder and puts his baseball bat down so he can begin the climb. Remember Phil Atken? He decided being left out was okay and decided to play possum. He slips in the ring behind Callahan and low blows him as he stands about half-way up the ladder then shoves him off to the floor as he clutches his groin and rolls around in sheer agony as Atken still having not even taken all that much damage (if any) races his way up the ladder and with no problems whatsoever.

Beckett: LOW BLOW! Phil Atken just punched Callahan in the groin and threw him off! He's the only one around and on the ladder! He's got this!

Nailz: That's legal within the rules of the match!

Atken reaches up and smugly unhooks the contract, the bell rings and the hellacious TLC match is over. Mangled bodies lie all over the place and through sheer brilliance and not getting involved, Callahan has found himself just caught short once again. Atken has won.

Winner and NEW Number One Contender: Phil Atken

Atken's music hits the speakers as the fans boo in disgust! Atken quickly climbs down from the ladder, and scurries out of the ring, leaving his opponents laid out!

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, and the new #1 Contender for the APW Heavyweight Championship of the World, "The Unfortunate" Phil Atken!

Nailz: Despite his protests earlier in the evening, Phil Atken comes into this TLC Match and walks away the new #1 Contender! We saw carnage! We saw pain! We saw a few carried out on stretchers, but in the end, the Dark Horse, Phil Atken gets a shot at Sally Talfourd at One Night in Hell!

Beckett: What a brutal, violent match! But still, congrats to Atken on his accomplishment here tonight!

Nailz: Folks, that's all we have the time for tonight! Thanks for joining us, we'll see you in two weeks here on the Food Network!

Atken nervously holds his contract high above his head as APW Asylum comes to a close.