Asylum 11/25-Louisville, Kentucky

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Nailz: We are LIVE from Loiusville, Kentucky for another action packed installment of APW Asylum! I'm Russ T. Nailz, joined at ringside by Steve Beckett! What a night of action we have in store!

Beckett: There's no post Thanksgiving hangover here in the Asylum! Tonight we have not one, but two Tap Out Gauntlet Seeding matches! Also, the bad boy of Asylum Jason Kash takes on Julius Farquhar, while Chris Strike and Johnny Knuckles will face off in a non-title match!

Nailz: And in our Main Event, the new #1 Contender for the APW World Heavyweight Championship, Phil Atken, teams with Michael Callahan to take on the APW World Heavyweight Champion Sally Talfourd and Anthony Bailey in a huge tag team match up!

“Under and Over It” by Five Finger Death Punch hits over the PA system as Johnny Knuckles comes walking out to a sea of mixed reactions. He grins and throws his hands up as the Dark Match Championship hangs off of his shoulders from corner to corner.

Beckett: Well I was.......until now.

Nailz: I must say that I am really confused by Knuckles actions in recent weeks. I highly doubt that this is the right way to handle his frustration.

Beckett: Knuckles is a tool. He cries and whines like a spoiled baby and for what? Attention. Well, waaahhhhhhh.

Knuckles makes his way down the ramp, oddly enough; alone. He walks around and grabs a mic and slides himself inside the ring, STILL with mixed reactions.

FUCK YOU KNUCKLES! LET'S GO KNUCKLES! FUCK YOU KNUCKLES!
LET'S GO KNUCKLES! FUCK YOU KNUCKLES! LET'S GO KNUCKLES!

Nailz: This crowd doesn't seem too happy either....

Knuckles: Here I am once again my loyal fans. Here as YOUR Dark Match Champion to defend it once more. Mr. Dangerous tried to, ingeniously I might add, take it from me in my hotel room earlier this week but fear not, I got it back. Since he is currently “laid up” this week, I decided to give another young man the chance for a title opportunity.

Beckett: Oh Christ, who this week? I'm getting sick of these unscheduled matches.

Nailz: I'm not sure but by my count, he's a 6 time champ already and it's only a couple weeks old.

Knuckles: So without further a due, I give to you all, my opponent this week. A rematch from Asylum a month ago, The Bad Ass Boom himself.....YARMOUTH!!

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: IT'S YARMOUTH!! What a hell of a match this will be.

Beckett: Now I'm stuck rooting for this guy? I miss Branden Harvey already.

Nailz: If Yarmouth can get the pin here, Knuckles might not be able to get the title back.

Yarmouth makes his way to the ring over the top ropes as Knuckles stands there clapping for him. The two get ready for battle as Knuckles extends his hand as a gesture of good faith. Yarmouth shakes it but quickly takes him down and goes for the cover but Knuckles kicks out before the ref could make a count. Yarmouth throws a hip into the mid section of Knuckles then sends him off the ropes and clocks him with a big boot upon return. The crowd is absolutely livid as Knuckles rolls himself outside of the ring to catch his breath.

Beckett: HA! Knuckles may have bitten off more than he can chew here with Yarmouth.

Nailz: This crowd is certainly behind Yarmouth 100%.

Yarmouth stops taunting the crowd and walks over to the top rope. He grabs Knuckles by the hair on the outside and drags him up onto the apron but Knuckles breaks free and drops Yarmouth neck across the top rop almost choking him but he remains on his feet. Knuckles hops back into the ring and throws a flurry of lefts and rights to the big man but he refuses to fall down. Knuckles bounces off the ropes and nails Yarmouth with a forearm shot that makes him stagger back and down to one knee. He bounces off the ropes again but gets clobbered when Yarmouth pops up and slams his face with a double sledge full force. He gets the crowd riled up as he calls for the Yarmouth Stomp.

Beckett: Looks like it's all over right here.....

Nailz: Yarmouth looking great.....who is that?

Out through the crowd is that masked man dressed in all black with iron pipe in hand. Yarmouth doesn't see him and whips Knuckles off the ropes. Just as he rebounds, the masked man nails him in the back with the pipe staggering Knuckles as Yarmouth blasts him in the face with the Yarmouth Stomp sending Knuckles to the mat. Yarmouth looks on in disbelief as the man in black, once again, makes his way out of the arena through the crowd as security chases him. Yarmouth doesn't know what to do, he's beside himself but after a few moments of listening to the fans, he decides to go for the cover anyways.

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3! The crowd goes wild!

Your winner and NEW Dark Match Champion, Yarmouth!

Beckett: The bloody idiot did it!

Nailz: ...and with the assistance of that guy in black. Why hasn't security kept him away from any of these?

Beckett: I don't know but I hope he doesn't expect me to get a “Fella” T-Shirt.

Yarmouth holds the title high as the crowd continues to go wild. He helps Knuckles to his feet who seems to be holding his back. He realizes what happened, hooks Yarmouth's head in a reverse DDT position and spikes him down with a rolling cutter.

Nailz: THE LAST BREATH!

Knuckles goes for the pin....

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3! The crowd laughs with mixed results.

Your winner and NEW Dark Match Champion, Johnny Knuckles!!

Beckett: NO!! He had it......

Nailz: You have to remember the 24/7 rule is in effect. Knuckles just capitalized on the situation. Yarmouth might not be so quick to help Knuckles next time.

Knuckles grabs the title and high tails it out of the ring and up the ramp. Yarmouth gets up and realizes what happened and slams his fist on the mat. Knuckles heads back stage holding his back.

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Nailz: And there we have her, our resident champion. Last week, she said she’s going to be assembling a group, and team, to change up Asylum.

Beckett: Just about everyone has been yabbering on about it! Can’t she just tell us already who’s working with her???

Sally: Ah! There you are! I’ve been trying to find you for hours now!

Sally comes upon wrestling legend Keaton Saint, all decked out and just about ready to take on Slade Craven later this night. What a match that will be, right? Keaton, hearing Sally, meets her with a smile of sorts. They’re halfway friends, despite having to square off in the Elimination Chamber.

Keaton: Miss Talfourd, someone should have said. It’s always a pleasure to see you.

Sally: Oh you! You sure know how to swoon a champion. Anyway, I just wanted to check in, see that your changeover to Asylum has gone, like, smoothly and that. See if there’s anything I can, you know, help you with?

Keaton: It’s gone fine. A change of scenery is always appreciated.

Sally: Yeah, I get you. I remember when I came over here, looking to leave OverDrive ... behind. It’s good to make a break every now and then, right?

Keaton: It keeps things fresh. I was enjoying my time on OverDrive ...

Sally holds up a hand to stop Keaton, and to clear something up herself.

Sally: Oh, I get it. I wasn’t saying ... you know ... you were going bad. But now that you’re here, now that you’re on Asylum, you want to step out of that shadow, right? You want to move on and that from what was happening on OverDrive? Let’s be honest, it wasn’t exactly a stellar run, was it? But now on Asylum ... you can start again?

Keaton: Well, that’s one advantage. Though, I’m not ashamed about what I did on OverDrive. I did my best, that’s all anyone can do.

Sally: Of course not! You did great things. But, don’t you want to do even better? Make something bigger of yourself here? Really leave a mark in the APW record books? Don’t you want to really be remembered as a great here in APW too?

Keaton: Are you seriously worried about my legacy? My reputation?

Sally: Of course! You’re a great wrestler. A legend in this business. It’s not just your legacy though ... it’s all of ours. You’re part of Asylum now. We’re here together. We’re in this together. Asylum is only as good as we make it. And we’re only good as the next Asylum match.

Keaton’s attention seems to drift off to some distant memory. Sally pulls him in closer, which brings him back to.

Sally: Don’t you remember, Keaton, how we shook up the Experts? The New Experts? We didn’t just push the edges of the map, we redrew it. We changed what everyone was expecting. It only took two of the greatest minds for wrestling to do it. You and me, Keaton. We did it once, we’ll do it again. I’m sure you heard me last week ...

Keaton: Bring Asylum up a level?

Sally: Exactly, we need to do it, Keaton. You and me. Who else can we trust more than anyone? Work with me, Keaton. You and me again.

Keaton looks to Sally, a look of deep thought and concentration crosses his face. There’s that awkward moment of thinking, waiting. Then...

Keaton: What do we do first?

Sally beams a smile, wraps an arm around Saint’s shoulder.

Sally: First, we need to go talk with someone.

Stenfelder: The Opening contest of the evening is Scheduled for One Fall, and will be contested under Tap Out Rules! Introducing first! He is "The SOOouuul Of Philly" TEEEEEEEEJJJAAAAYYYY!!!

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

Stenfelder: And his Opponent, he is the Fan Loving, "Big Ass Boom" of APW!! Please welcome....YARRRRRMOUUUUTH!!!

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.

TJ Versus. Yarmouth

Beckett: These two have faced off before and what a match that was. This should be a tremendous match.

Nailz: In a sense we have a few rematches on the card tonight and everything else will just ice the cake because this is a great night for Action!

The fans loving both these Big Athletes as the bell goes off to begin the match. They meet at the center of the ring, kicking off the show and wanting to steal it right off the bat. A few friendly words of competition and TJ nods at the ropes, Yarmouth nods in agreement and backs up against the ropes.

He comes off the ropes with strength mixed with big man speed and clobbers TJ across the chest with a stiff Clothesline. It doesn't know the man from Philly down and barely stumbles him back. Yarmouth nods continually as TJ turns and hits the ropes himself, bouncing off them he comes back in a rush and chops down with a Brain Chop to Yarmouth's forehead. Fans can be heard laughing.

Nailz: Didn't they take turns like this last time as well?

Beckett: Good memory, I think that's why TJ threw a Brain Chop. To get people to remember.

TJ slaps Yarmouth and takes his head off with a surprise clothesline that puts Yarmouth onto the canvas. As soon as his back hits the canvas, Yarmouth pops up onto one knee and pushes to his feet. The two large men come in for a lock up. The test of strength goes back and forth like a Tournament Finals of a Arm Wrestling competition. Yarmouth walks TJ back and TJ walks back Yarmouth. They trade off until TJ gets Yarmouth backed into the turnbuckles. He pulls out of the grapple and slaps open palm down into Yarmouth's bare chest.

Yarmouth snatches TJ and spins out of the corner putting TJ in his place against the buckles. Yarmouth hands out his own open palm slap to the skin covered surface of TJ's chest. The red marking on TJ's chest comes after yet another open palm slap. Yarmouth drives a back elbow into TJ, squashing him with him weight as he slams into him. Yarmouth hurries and goes to lift TJ up onto the top turnbuckle. TJ sits down on the top buckle and drives down a double axe handle into Yarmouth's upper back.

Beckett: It's so basic competition but their sheer size and strength make everything they do so...so...painful looking!

Nailz: I'll give you 1,000 dollars to take an Open Palm Slap from either of them next Asylum? You game?

Beckett: People don't want to see me hurt!! I am everyone's favorite Announcer!

Nailz: Hah! That's funny you're chicken, I'm not really surprised...

To everyone's amazement, TJ locks in Yarmouth's head. His ass still sitting on the top turnbuckle but he shoves off and out the corner and twirls himself through the air with Yarmouth's head nicely locked under his armpit. TJ drops Yarmouth with a Tornado DDT off the turnbuckles and the fans go bananas!

The referee barely escapes out from their reach in the ring. TJ's legs almost touch the other side of the ring as he twirled out the turnbuckles. People begin to clap as TJ rises to his feet and he smiles and bows. Yarmouth sits up wobbly and looks around as if trying to see straight or come out of Fantasy Land. TJ grabs the head of Yarmouth and helps him to his feet.

He whips Yarmouth into the ropes, Yarmouth bounces off and comes back on the return. TJ grabs him by the neck to a halt and lifts him for a Double Handed Chokeslam. Yarmouth drives down both fists, trying to knock TJ's hands from around his neck. TJ slams Yarmouth down into the canvas on his back and he instantly arches with pain. As TJ goes to grab Yarmouth off the canvas, Yarmouth upkicks at TJ and catches him in a few places.

One to the leg, once to the chest and the last one right to the chin. TJ stumbles back and Yarmouths scurries to his feet. As he reaches his feet, TJ comes rushing in and runs right into "The Yarmouth Stomp" Bicycle Kick! The fans go bonkers with cheers and roars as Yarmouth rolls TJ over is about to go for a pinfall attempt, but remembers the match can be won by submission only!

Beckett: Yarmouth would have had it here had this been a regular match! But it's Tap Out rules, baby!

Yarmouth back on his feet rips TJ from the ring canvas. Pulling TJ's head up in between his thighs, Yarmouth signals for his "Yarmouth Slammer" and lifts TJ up into a Cross Powerbomb. He takes two steps forward and TJ slips off the back of Yarmouth. They both turn toward each other, Yarmouth with a clothesline attempt and TJ does the same. Both men stall and wobble from the double clothesline. TJ in a small daze grabs up and grips around the neck of Yarmouth with one hand. Yarmouth tries to throw a punch but TJ forcefully blocks it and lifts Yarmouth with a Chokelift. Letting Yarmouth fall free for a moment, TJ converts the Chokelift into a Spinebuster. Instead of pinning, TJ flips Yarmouth onto his stomach and locks in his "Philadelphia Cheeselock" and everyone in the arena is on their feet as the referee checks for the submission.

Beckett: That's the "Soulbuster" AND the "Cheeselock" This one HAS TO BE OVER FOLKS!!

Yarmouth has nowhere to go and soon begins tapping. The referee calls for the bell.

Stenfelder: Your Winner via Submission...TEEEEJAAAAY!!

As his music plays, the fans give their support to the winner. Cheering on the fan favorite TJ as he rises to his feet and throws up both arms in victory. Making the motion of a Belt around his waist as he roars out to the cameras and audience. He leaves the ring to a deafening cheer from the fans.

Beckett: See? The fans just love a winner! TJ is one hell of a winner though, he took this match and showed he is by far the hungriest guy on Asylum.

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When we return from commercial, fans around the world immediately jump out of their skin as the sound of Michael Callahan damn near kicking Reginald Schmidt’s office door off its hinges makes a rather startling bang. As Callahan storms in, he sees Bambi dressed in the sexy Turkey costume that has become a tradition on Asylum, as well as Reggie rubbing his head in pain.

Michael Callahan: What the Hell is your problem Schmidt?

Reginald Schmidt: The migraine I’m getting thanks to your rude interruption. What appears to be irritating you this evening?

Michael Callahan: I tried calling you today, got put through to your secretary only to receive a pre-written message telling me I'm not getting my title shot.

Reginald Schmidt: If you want a championship opportunity my boy, you have to go out there and earn it.

Wincing, Callahan grits his teeth and tries desperately not to lose his cool. He knows that's what Schmidt wants.

Michael Callahan: I did, I'm the rightful winner of the Turkey Bowl. I was the final man in there from Asylum! Don't tell me you didn't see me get cheated by Level One?

Reginald Schmidt: I saw the bell ring and Level One's arm getting raised when he was declared the winner. Sorry Michael. Why don't you try working harder next time?

The straw that breaks the camels back. Callahan snaps and slams the table with a meaty fist.

Michael Callahan: How dare you, HOW DARE YOU?! Work harder? Nobody works harder than I do! NOBODY! How much disrespect do you expect me, the HARDEST working man on this roster to take?! I'm fed up of jumping through your god damn hoops Reggie! Either give me a title shot...

Callahan stops dead in his tracks to ponder his next words very carefully, hesitant to deliver the threat he's extremely capable of.

Michael Callahan: Or I'll walk. To Overdrive. After I beat Virus McKenzie at Rasslemania, I earned the right to opt out of this crap shoot anytime I damn well please. I'll go to a brand where the man who runs it can actually afford the wage I deserve, where they appreciates hard-working, ratings-raising talent like myself and not crazy hair, poop jokes and magic tricks. I know you're not stupid Schmidt. I know you see how god damn good I am at what I do, that's why you keep putting me in these stupid interpromotional dream matches with the likes of "Obesity Epedemic" Terry Marvin and psycho Kurt Noble. I'm not the cream of the crop in Asylum, I AM ASYLUM AND I REFUSE TO BE TREATED LIKE CRAP ANYMORE!

Callahan puffs and pants, exasperated by his own yelling. Schmidt's warm smile vanishes, his face now a caricature of displeasure.

Reginald Schmidt: ...

Schmidt's pregnant pause drives Callahan to the brink dementia, his stern face giving nothing away until he finally cracks a wry smile.

Reginald Schmidt: You can have a title shot.

If Callahan were a cartoon character, he'd have punched the ceiling. A full tooth grin from Callahan damn nearly blinds Schmidt in his office chair.

Michael Callahan: Great! I can't wait to show Sally who's boss!

Hook, line and sinker.

Reginald Schmidt: Sally? No. Your title shot is for the Dark Match belt. Go find Knuckles or Harry the Hobo or the stepladder in the women's toilets or whoever is holding it now. They'll fight you for it. If you wrestle Knuckles, give him twenty bucks for the trouble. Times are hard and it's Christmas, y'know?

Michael Callahan: You think you can mock me?! This WILL be the worst mistake you've ever made Schmidt!

Reginald Schmidt: Or it'll be the worst you ever make. Think you can hang on Overdrive when you can't even hack a ladder match with Phil Atken? Don't make me laugh. Now please, show yourself out. I've got a lot of important things to do tonight rather than listen to your whining.

Callahan's eyes go wide. He didn't expect Schmidt to call his bluff but Callahan is never one to not make good on a promise to disadvantage someone, especially not someone he despises. With a huff, he stomps out of the room to go prepare for his match. When Callahan is safely out of ear shot, Reg looks up towards Bambi.

Reginald Schmidt: Bambi? Ensure that security doesn't allow Michael Callahan to leave the building. Words need to be had.

Stenfelder: The following is a Singles Contest and it is Scheduled for One Fall! Introducing first! Hailing from Denver, Colorado by way of Sao Paulo, Brazil...He is the Current APW Suicidal CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!!! He is..."The GOD of THUNDER!" CHRRIIISSSS STRRRRIKKKKEEE!!!!

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: I'm sooo excited!! Strike is awesome!!

“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.

Nailz: Oh My Gawd! How cool is this guy right here!!

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…

Beckett: While my Broadcast partner grabs some tissue to clean up his "Mess" lets get Knuckles introduced and see which of these men can walk out the winner of the match!

Stenfelder: And his Opponent coming from The Bronx, New York! He is the self proclaimed Dark Match Champion! He is...JOHHNNNNY KNUUCKLESSS!!!

"Under and Over It" by Five Finger Death Punch plays. After a few seconds, Knuckles darts out with the Dark Match Champion strapped around his shoulder and under his arm (corner to corner) and heads to the left side of the stage taunting the crowd as some cheer and some boo, 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 with mixed reaction, then he takes off his silk shirt, italian hat, Dark Match Championship and gold chains and hops around in the corner with a stern focused look ready to attack.

Chris Strike versus Johnny Knuckles
(Non-Title Match)

Knuckles raises the Dark Match Championship up taunting Chris Strike like he would want the belt. The referee takes both men's Championships and hands them off to the Time Keeper outside the ring. The bell sounds off and Johnny Knuckles rushes across the ring ring and clobbers Chris Strike with vicious strikes. Putting the Suicidal Champion into the ropes, Knuckles lays into him with combination punches to the body and covered head. Strike shoves Knuckles back but he comes right back in on the attack.

Nailz: He wasn't ready! Knuckles is a cheap trickster that needs to be taught a lesson!!

Beckett: He did kind of get covered in Porta Potty water among other unmentionables last Asylum. Jason Kash seems addicted to not only violence but Johnny Knuckles right now. That can be a bad thing for Johnny Knuckles!

Nailz: I'm sure Kash wants this Triple Threat at Christmas Chaos, he'll do his best to retake the Title he still claims belongs to him. Not that Chris Strike can lose to either of these low lives...

Strike shoves him again and prepares for his quick return by throwing a European Uppercut. Knuckles stumbles back almost stunned and dazed by the move. Strike steps in and lifts Knuckles across his shoulders, falling forward and hitting Knuckles with a Rolling Fireman's Carry. Chris Strike back to his feet rushes to the turnbuckle nearby and hurries up to the second ropes. He leaps off backwards going for a Moonsault but Johnny Knuckles pulls up both knees and Strike crumbles over the lifted knees.

Beckett: OHHH!! What quickly thinking by Johnny Knuckles! He's clearly studied up on Chris Strike!!

The fans roar with boos as Knuckles pushes to his feet and quickly falls down into Strike with a Falling Headbutt. Back to his feet, Johnny Knuckles yanks Chris Strike up onto his feet and runs him to the ropes, launching Strike over the ropes and he slaps hard against the ringside floor mats. Fans on their feet on his side of the ring, leaning against the guard rails, some reaching out just trying to touch him. Girls crying due to how close they are to him.

Nailz: The ladies want his body and the men wish they could call themselves Chris Strike. Facts.

Beckett: Well you cannot deny the loud cheering these fans have given him since he arrived. He's proven very quickly that he's a force to take notice too.

Strike on his feet outside the ring, he falls back against the guard railing and the fans cover him with roaming hands. He smiles as a very attractive female leans in and kisses his cheek. Knuckles on the inside of the ring looks out and snears at the fans eating him up. Strike moves towards the ring as Knuckles comes running towards him inside the ring. Knuckles at full speed, grabs the top ropes and front flips to the outside. Strike jumps back and manages to snatch Knuckles by the legs as he slams hard into the floor mats. The fans give Strike credit for a huge side step.

Without releasing Knuckles legs, Strike armpits each leg and falls back, Sling shooting Knuckles up and over right into the guard railing head first. He slumps and lays in a pile as the fans begin to cheer Chris Strike's name. On his feet, Chris Strike rolls in and out of the ring to restart whatever count the referee had gotten to. Strike begins stomping away at a downed Knuckles and with each stomp, the crowd eats it up even more.

Beckett: These people just love Chris Strike! Might be a bigger hit than Kurt Noble was to APW!

Nailz: And to think, he's an Asylum guy! How cool are we right now? Eat it Lester!!

Moving to the ring apron, Chris Strike climbs up onto the apron and puts his back to Knuckles. He begins to clap his hands to get the fans pumped up. As Knuckles slowly rises to his feet, partly using the railing to pull himself up. He looks to Strike and thinks he can take control again. Strike looks over his shoulder, sees Knuckles standing and jumps up onto the middle rope, snapping backwards into an Asai Moonsault and Johnny Knuckles catches Strike over his shoulder. Now in position for an Oklahoma Slam, Strike throws some elbows back and catches Knuckles in the mouth.

Almost losing his grip, Knuckles acts quickly and runs forward, flipping Strike with the Oklahoma Slam, putting Strike's back across the edge of the ring apron. Fans instantly roar with boos as Strike arches and screams in pain on the floor at ring side. Knuckles rips Strike off the floor and throws him into the ring under the bottom ropes. He climbs into the ring through the ropes and soccer kicks Strike in the gut as he lays on his side. Dropping down, Knuckles hooks the leg and makes a pin attempt. The referee slides down and slaps the mat to begin the count.

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Nailz: Wooosh! That had me holding my breath! If Knuckles wins this match I might lose my cool..

Beckett: Since when are you cool? Delusional maybe but cool? Ehhh..

On his feet, Knuckles eyes the referee to count faster. He looks down at Strike and foot pushes him in the face before pulling him to his feet. Knuckles whips Strike but Strike reverses the irish whip and sends Knuckles across the ring instead. Strike grabs his own back but as Knuckles comes back, Chris Strike ducks an incoming clothesline. Knuckles spins around as does Strike and Knuckles is struck with an Enziguri that catches Knuckles to the back of his head.

He drops to his knees before slapping belly first into the canvas. Strike drags Knuckles and sits his back against the turnbuckles. He begins to walk to the kiddie corner side of the ring and Johnny Knuckles scrambles to his feet. As Chris Strike turns back towards Knuckles, he is met with a vicious Spear that takes him off his feet and drives him back into the turnbuckles behind him. Knuckles thrusts an open palm up into Strike's chin and his arms flop over the top ropes as he slouches into the corner.

Beckett: Knuckles takes back over and now Strike is in a bad place to be!

Nailz: I think he cheated...somehow he cheated to gain the upper hand..I know he did..

Beckett: As blind as you are biased I see? Not a nice combination to have there Nailz..

Grabbing Strike by the jaw and pushing in against him, Knuckles talks some trash to Strike before he slaps him with a great POP! Stepping back Knuckles turns to his side and once again pops Chris Strike but this time with a well placed Superkick. Strike slumps down into the corner but his arms over the ropes hold him up some. Knuckles drives a knee into Strike's gut before pushing him back against the turnbuckle once again. Knuckles runs back a bit and cuts into a short circle before coming in hot back at Strike. Chris Strike bursts from the corner, turns towards the turnbuckles and leaps up, springboarding off the second buckles and soars over the incoming Knuckles, snatching his head and dropping him with a Springboard Moonsault Reverse DDT. With both men laid out on the canvas, Strike rolls and flops an arm over Knuckles chest. The referee hits the canvas to begin the count.

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Thr..KICKOUT!!

"LETS GO STRIKE" fills the arena to a deafening level but immediately boo as Knuckles kicks out of the pin attempt. Knuckles crawls away from Strike as Chris Strike sits up near the ropes and uses them to pull himself to his feet. Strike gets his balance and begins to stalk Knuckles as the Dark Match Champion slowly rises off the canvas. As Knuckles slowly turns around, Strike leaps, grabs Knuckles by the head and goes for his "Narukami" Double Knee Facebreaker but Knuckles turns it into a Double A Spinebuster. Knuckles bounces off Strike and both men lay on their backs. The crowd cannot be any louder as every single person is on their feet, signs raised, cameras flashing, voices screaming.

Nailz: Oh man this is far too close, I want to close my eyes. Tell me who wins!!

Beckett: Such a pansy...

Nailz: NOO!! This match has me at the edge of my seat is all, quit judging me!!

The referee checking on both men is forced to begin a count to determine if either can get up before the count of 10. As he reaches 6, Knuckles flops and rolls to his side. He pushes himself up onto his knees and as he plants a foot into the canvas, Chris Strike begins to rise as well. Knuckles rises first but Strike was up soon after and both men are wobbly. Knuckles flies in with a clothesline attempt, Chris Strike ducks it and the referee gets clobbered with the misguided assault. Strike runs up behind Knuckles and throws him through the ropes to the outside. Strike falls down from using the strength it took to throw Knuckles.

Beckett: Now the referee is down, this is great! No rules for the time being, let's get VIOLENT!!!

Nailz: I'd rather get caught touching myself than be inside this match and get caught with a Weapon in my possession. Truth.

Beckett: Gross. Also the truth..

With the referee down, Chris Strike gets to his feet and foot pushes the referee to try and wake him up. Johnny Knuckles though has crawl under the ring apron and pulled out a Steel Chair. The fans try their hardest to warn Strike as he approaches the ropes to get Knuckles back inside. He ducks out of the middle ropes Knuckles lifts up and swings down the chair into Strike's back. Chris falls to the ring side floor and Knuckles lifts the chair and repeatedly lays into Strike with the chair.

After about 5 shots down into Strike's body with the chair, Knuckles tosses it aside and pulls Strike up enough to roll him into the ring. The referee slowly rolls onto his stomach and pushes up to his hands and knees. As Knuckles rolls into the ring, he gets up to his feet and actually helps the referee to his. Turning towards Strike, Knuckles rolls him onto his back and covers him. The referee gets to the canvas and begins the count.

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Stenfelder: YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL!!! JOHHHNNNNYYY KNUUUCKLLLEESSS!!!!

Nailz: NOOOO!!! He cheated, where is the Challenge Flag!?! I want a replay!!

Beckett: What the referee doesn't see, doesn't hurt the competition and Knuckles just beat Chris Strike! That's TWO big names that Knuckles has beaten that Jason Kash has lost too!!

"Under and Over It" begins to play as Johnny Knuckles throws his hands up in celebration as he lays over Strike. He gets to his feet excited but in pain as the referee raises his arm in victory. The referee goes and grabs the Dark Match Championship and Knuckles snatches it from the referee and holds it up high in celebration. Like he just defended his Championship he stares into the new "Mainstay" Title in APW.

The referee also grabs the Suicidal Belt and when Knuckles sees that, he grabs it from the referee and face palms the referee back onto his butt. Knuckles looks at both the belts in his hands and raises them both above his head to the fans roaring with boos. He turns to all four sides of the ring and does the same to even louder boos but seems to enjoy them. He climbs up onto the second turnbuckle and raises the belts high, not noticing the Man in the Mask coming down the entrance ramp.

Beckett: Here comes That Man again!! Time for more punishment Knuckles!!

The Man in the Mask slides into the ring and rushes the posing Knuckles from behind. He grabs Knuckles from behind and positions him for a Reverse Death Valley. The crowd goes bonkers as he tips over and plants Knuckles into the canvas with his own Finisher! Both of the belts fly and land into the ring as Knuckles comes down hard onto his shoulders and neck. The ring bounces, The Man in the Mask pops up onto his feet and air punches down at Knuckles and he roars out himself.

Nailz: One minute you're celebrating a HUGE victory and in a flash you're laid out, waking up wondering what happened. THAT is the story of Johnny Knuckles here tonight! Oh no, please don't do it!!!

The fans cheering and booing but all of them change to boos as the man in the Mask turns to the downed Chris Strike. Instead of attacking an already downed Chris Strike, the Masked Man grabs the Suicidal Championship off the canvas and folds it nicely before placing it over Strike's chest. He pats the belt and leaves the ring, the fans still giving him louder boos than cheers.

We cut to the backstage area outside of an unmarked locker room, and our crowd cheers as we see Aubrey J. Parker for the first time on the prestigious Food Network. However, she looks uninterested as she leans against the door frame of her locker room, looking right at Jack Spade who is looking to the camera.

Jack Spade: Good evening everybody. I am here, and pleased to present for the very first time on Asylum, one of our newest acquisitions from the Meltdown draft, Ms. Aubrey J. Parker!

Again, the crowd cheers and Jack turns to Aubrey, holding the microphone toward her, but he gets no answer.

Spade: Aubrey, a lot has happened over this past week. This past Thursday on a special Thanksgiving edition of Overdrive you shocked many by eliminating the entire opposing team in the first epic eight-person elimination tag team match. However, just a few days prior on Meltdown, in the eyes of many you were robbed of your North American Championship while defending it against Logan Alexander. Would it be okay if I asked you how that affects your mindset coming to Asylum?

The camera turns to Aubrey again and Jack Spade holds out the microphone, but again she says nothing and continues to stare at him.

Spade: Are you... Available for interview?

AJP: Yeeahhh... I don’t do interviews. Doesn’t anybody watch Meltdown?

Spade: I...

AJP: You don’t know anything about me, or anything I’ve actually done, do you?

Spade: I-

AJP: Ugh.

The entire time, Aubrey’s demeanor doesn’t change, but her eyes dart toward someone off screen and our crowd reacts loudly, with many unleashing boos as Kaylyn James Evans steps into the frame, shouldering past Jack Spade.

KJE: How dare you Spade. Not idolizing Aubrey is a crime, didn't you know? You see, Aubrey here wants teh attention on her at all times, I must say, you kind of offended her just then. Tsk Tsk.

Kaylyn laughs before crossing her arms in front of her.

KJE: I told you that I would be seeing you around Aubrey. Or wait, did I interrupt your little one on one?

AJP: You didn't interrupt a thing, babydoll. I'm glad to see you. It's been a long time. You're just as... Pretty and plastic as ever, I see.

Kaylyn laughs softly before her smile turns to a serious look.

KJE: Cute Aubrey. Appreciate the pretty compliment, but I would appreciate it if you didn't mix the two of us together. You're the one that knows all about being plastic. Either way... I don't want to waste time here. Seeing as you been running your mouth for weeks now about me.. Oh yes, I have noticed.... I figured I would give you the chance to say something to my face, instead of running your mouth when I can't do shit about it. So please, if you will... give me your best shot Aubrey. I am begging you to.

Aubrey looks at Kaylyn and her eyes narrow at her.

AJP: I'm better than you. And I'm better than your little boyfriend or whatever Kash is. I don't think there's too much else that we need to say to each other, and as long as you can understand that then... I don't we think we have a problem. However, if you decide that we do, then I have no problem settling that with, or without words. I'm suggesting to you that you walk away from my door.

KJE: And here I thought the almighty Parker would at least have her facts straight. I do believe Kash and I are nothing more than just friends. As for settling things.. I would love nothing more than to knock you off this pedastool you seem to think you are standing on. You're not better than anyone Parker, remember that. If case you need a reminder, look at Logan's title, and realize your name is no longer upon it.

Kaylyn smirks and laughs again.

KJE: Silence, that's what I thought. Get over yourself Parker. And really, think things through before you decide to compare yourself to Jason Kash.

Kaylyn rolls her eyes before turning her back to Aubrey. AJP stares after her for a moment, but after Kaylyn takes about four steps, Aubrey clears her throat.

AJP: Hey, James...

Hearing her name she stopped and stood there for a moment before rolling her eyes and turning around once more.

KJE: What is it, Parker?

AJP: I didn't want to make a bad impression during my first night on Asylum... But tomorrow night, if I see you, the moment I see you, I'm coming after you, and I'm hurting you.

KJE: You showing your face in general is a bad impression, but no worries, tomorrow, I will be on Meltdown, and I will be waiting for you. You know me, I don't hide. See you soon, toots. Oh... And good luck on Asylum.

Kaylyn laughs before turning once more and walking away with a smile on her face. Aubrey looks after her with a sickened, annoyed look. She turns back to Jack Spade again, and after a moment, he hurriedly moved away from the locker room.

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Knuckles is walking backstage with his Dark Match Championship in hand after his match with Chris Strike. All of a sudden, the man in black returns and attacks him from behind. The two brawl, throwing each other against the walls and knocking over camera equipment. Amongst the struggle, Knuckles manages to rip off the mask revealing it to be none other than Jason Kash.

His eyes widen, his fists clench tighter, the blood rushing from his heart makes his breaths louder and deeper. He is filled with such rage at the sight that he starts stalking Kash. For weeks, he has been tormented and attacked from behind and now, it's payback time. Kash see's the look in Knuckles eye's and can't believe it. All the years of going face to face, Kash has NEVER seen anything like this from Knuckles. He manages to scoot himself back up and bolts down the hallway with Knuckles following close behind.

Like a paper boy knocking over trashcans; trying to get away from a rabid dog, Kash manages to grab random objects in the vicinity and knock them over but they don't even slow down the speed of Knuckles. He hops over them as if he was Lynn Hayes from the Mod-Squad. With each obstacle in his path, Knuckles continues jumping over leaps and bounds to catch Kash but fails like he has the past 6 years.

Knuckles: KASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kash, refusing to stop, continues trying to avoid Knuckles wrath. Like a stampede, Knuckles races to get closer but is suddenly blind sided.....by another man dressed in all black. The man slams into a charging Knuckles as he gets knocked into the hot dog vendor. His stand is knocked over as hot dogs go flying everywhere and the vendor himself is thrown against the wall. Kash disappears into the distance as the man proceeds to wale on a downed Knuckles. He pulls out his trusty iron pipe and smacks him a few times in the back. Noises from security come from down the hall that alert the man dressed in black and he books it just as quickly as he appeared.

Knuckles, holding his back, manages to bring himself up and doesn't quite know what to think. He manages to stand up and continues down the hall after Kash.

Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"

The chorus and intro to “The World Is Yours” by Nas blares through the speakers of the complex as the thunderous cheers are for the arrival of “The Dying Breed.“ The three young, aspiring talents (Anthony “The Promise” Bailey, Jair “J-Hop” Hopkins, & Germaine “Krunk” Williams), all clad in matching black and white T-shirts that say Dying Breed across the chest, come from the back with the spotlight focused on them as they walk with style and grace while slapping the hands of their adored fans. Those of the haters are ignored as the three make their way towards the ring. As the introduction ceases, the men climb and roll into the ring as it’s a simple wave to the crowd before going to each corner of the ring, standing on the second turnbuckle with their arms in the air. They look around before dropping down simultaneously. They come back together in the center of the ring ready to take care of business. An APW official hands Anthony Bailey a microphone and after waiting for the cheers to die down a little, Bailey begins to speak.

Anthony Bailey: Here we are once again for another episode of Sunday Night Asylum and as always, it’s an honor and a privilege to be present with you all here in the Bluegrass State. The hospitality here is simply amazing.

The cheers that just began to die down suddenly rise up again.

Anthony Bailey: As you know, I am not one to beat around the bush or waste time so let me get straight to business if you all do not mind. I wouldn’t want to distress our General Manager Mr. Schmidt or bore any of the “wonderful” executives over at The Food Network either.

Bailey smirks as a few scattered boos can be heard from the fans that are expressing their disagreement with Schmidt’s statement about Bailey during the last Asylum in Lexington.

Anthony Bailey: If you happened to catch this past week’s Meltdown, then you know exactly what this is all about. You know why these two men are standing beside me in this ring, you know the meaning behind the words on our T-shirts, and you know the reason why we all chose to even do this in the first place. But for those who were maybe watching Monday Night Football instead or just had prior obligations, you’re forgiven and I will bring you up to speed.

Bailey, J-Hop, and Krunk all flash smiles to show the crowd that Bailey was being playful and sarcastic towards the end of his statement.

Anthony Bailey: I am a very astute individual and the fans of Asylum, above all people, have been exposed to that quality of me more than anybody else. You all have seen how I’m wired and how I interact with the other megastars backstage and on social media. You’ve been the true front row witnesses to my various highs and lows. You know who Anthony Reese Bailey is and what I stand for and since that has been the case for almost one whole year now, I don’t mind being transparent. I came to a place in my abridged career to where I thought that I was self sufficient enough to continue to hold my own and that I had it all together. I wasn't showing that side of me on camera, or in my promos, or on Twitter. That was tucked away in a deep crevice of my life and after talking to J-Hop and Krunk on a personal level, my selfishness was unveiled right before my eyes.

Anthony pauses for a brief moment before resuming.

Anthony Bailey: As an only child, I felt a connection to J-Hop and Krunk that I never felt with anybody else in this business before. As crazy as it sounds, I felt like these guys were my brothers though we hardly knew each other and came from different walks of life. My relationship with J-Hop, in a nutshell, was no more than the casual “hi and bye” as we passed each other through the arena corridors. We hung out here and there but we were not close friends by any means. And Krunk? I caught wind of what Krunk had going on over on Meltdown so I was intrigued by that but to me, he was just a co-worker because we happened to be employed by the same company. But once I humbled myself and took the time to really get to know them, we had way more in common than we thought. It was beyond our skin color and our cultural upbringings. We shared the same passions, the same dreams, the same goals, and the same hopes…a hope for integrity to be re-established by the endangered species of people who actually possess that very quality in this business.

The fans cheer as J-Hop and Krunk nod their heads in agreement to Bailey's declarations and as Bailey himself aims to drive this monologue home.

Anthony Bailey: We felt that we were primary components of that endangered species…of that dying breed…hence the name of our faction. The Dying Breed is here to make a mark. Do we want to be creative? Sure. Do we want to be innovative? Of course. Do we want to dominate the competition? Definitely. But that isn’t the main goal at all. The main goal is to put integrity and morality back on the forefront. People expect little out of us since we’re young and inexperienced but you have already seen what I can do. You have already seen what J-Hop brings to the table and each Monday on Meltdown until he is drafted here to Asylum, you can see the reason why I recruited Krunk out of all the other megastars on this roster. As long as us three are here, men like Michael Callahan, Jason Kash, and Phil Atken won’t run rampant pushing their dishonest and selfless agendas. We will make mistakes along the way because we’re young. But mistakes won’t be our downfall, nothing will…just death itself. Ladies and gentlemen of Louisville, Kentucky and to all of my Asylum colleagues backstage, those whose support we have and to our newfound enemies…..WE ARE THE DYING BREED!!!!

Bailey, with loads of confidence in his eyes, drops the microphone on the mat. The audience once again erupts into cheers as all three megastars stand in the middle of the ring and raise each other’s hands. They all exit the ring and head backstage while acknowledging as many fans as possible to the sounds of “The World Is Yours” playing over the PA.

Nailz: Well, one things for certain: That’s a match that one be soon forgotten. Up next, we’ve got ... wait, I’m sorry, I’m being told we’re going backstage.

We cut backstage to find the worn and battered Chris Strike. And, given his match with Knuckles, he deserves a bit of a break. He’s trying to cool down here in his locker room. But, there’s no rest of the wicked as much as there’s no rest for the saints of the world.

Sally: Bad luck, buddy!

And here we have her again, Sally Talfourd, who comes meandering into the locker room to take a spot beside Chris on the bench. She shuffles closer to her as Keaton Saint comes in, leaning up against the door.

Strike: Yeah, just means I have all that much more reason to snap him and Kash in half come Christmas Chaos...

Keaton: That’s the business, isn’t it? Some ups, some down.

Sally: But so long as we’re doing our best, as long as we’re putting everything out there ... what else can we do? I mean, we’re here to put on the best shows, the best matches. And that was one hell of a match just then!

Keaton: As good as any Chris Strike match I’ve seen. You’ve got that reputation for a reason. And you just continued that reputation when you came in. First you win that battle royal, then you win the Suicidal Title.

Strike: Guys...flattery and all is nice, but having been around for as long as I have, I’m quite sure you have a point to all of this. So cut to the chase, if you’d be so kind.

Sally shifts a little closer, leaning on her knees just like Strike is.

Sally: I guess the point is that people are thinking that maybe Knuckles was right. Maybe all those people thinking that, you know, you were handed a main show spot ... handed a title match ... handed the spotlight on a platter. That you came here, you know, with a silver spoon.

Strike: Is that what you’re both here to tell me? Things I already know? If that’s the case, you two ...

Keaton: No! God no. No, we’re here to tell you that we don’t believe it at all. Not for a second.

Sally: That’s right. We’re here because we know you’re better than that. We know you’re better than that match you just had. We know that you’re among the best in the business, not just on Asylum. But we also know that when you have to meet someone like Knuckles on his level ... well, that might not bring out your best. We want ... the fans want to see you at your best every time.

Keaton: This place needs cleaning up, Strike. We know you’re someone who can do it. If you worked with us, who could say that you didn’t deserve everything that you’ll get? You don’t want people questioning you, thinking you’re something you’re not. Asylum should be a place where anyone can prove their worth, not be cut down.

Strike looks at both the megastars, a pensive expression appearing on his face.

Strike: So, kind of a coalition of sorts like you two, DiBiase when he wasn’t Sinistry, Kurt when he wasn’t insane and Myro- I mean, Leander when he wasn’t a douche formed at the underground tournament last year? Is that what you’re getting at?

Sally throws an arm over Strike, a smile coming across her face.

Sally: Yes, something exactly like that. Something where the four of us can make this place better. Better for the fans. Better for APW. Better for us. So what do you say? Do you want to prove everyone wrong and really leave your mark here? Be the Chris Strike that deserves his place? The Chris Strike that everyone gets excited about?

Strike has to mull it over. He looks to Saint who gives him a trusting nod. Then a look to Sally,, who smiles back at him all wide-eyed.

Strike: The four of us? I can only see three people in here.

Sally pats Strike on the back, Keaton pushes off the door with a smile and shakes Chris’ hand.

Sally: Yes, well, that’s where we’re off to next.

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Stenfelder: The following contest is a Tap Out Guantlet Seeding Match, and it will be fought under Tap Out Rules!

[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: Making his way to the ring first, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 215 lbs, “The Main Man,” Slade Craven!

Nailz: “The Main Man” is pumped for his opportunity to get to wrestle for the APW Tap Out Championship.

Chase: Slade is a high flyer, but I don't think he knows any submission moves! He's in for a tough fight tonight.

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.

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.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, from London, England, weighing in at 248 pounds, Keaton Saint!

Nailz: Keaton Saint had a great showing in the Extreme Elimination Chamber at One Night in Hell, but he's not satisfied with just a good showing, he wants to earn gold here in APW! As win here tonight would help him get closer to that goal.

Chase: Well maybe so, maybe no! Remember, the winner of this match will join TJ and Julius Farquhar in a Triple Threat Tap Out Match next week, and whoever loses that match will be one of the competitors to start the Gauntlet!

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. With both competitors in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Tap Out Guantlet Seeding Match
Slade “The Main Man” Craven vs. Keaton Saint

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The match starts off in a flash with Slade Craven immediately rushing towards Saint and taking him down with a Running Heel Kick. He gives Saint a few quick stomps tot he knee before going for an early Figure Four Leg Lock, but Saint quickly kicks him off before he can twist around into the hold. Saint pops up and as Slade rushes in once more, he gets an Armdrag for his troubles! Both men are up, and once again, Saint takes Craven down with an armdrag! The match continues at a frantic pace, Slade trying to keep it fast, while Saint focusing on counter wrestling. At one point, about seven and half minutes into the match, Saint goes for a Hip Toss, but Slade flips over, landing on his feet! As he does so, he nails Saint with a Click Kick, right to the chin!

Chase: Listen to the impact of that manuever! Had this been a regular match, Slade would certainly be going for the pin, and would probably get it after the Click Kick!

Nailz: True that, but this match is Tap Out Rules!

As Saint lays dazed on the mat, Slade grabs a hold of his legs and applies a Figure Four Leg Lock in the center of the ring! Saint screams out in pain as Slade has the move cinched in! The fans are split 50-50 in who they're supporting, so there's a loud mix of cheers and boos as Slade keeps the hold locked in!

Nailz: If Slade can keep this up, Keaton Saint will have no choice but to tap out! He's way too far from the ropes to get a rope break!

As Slade continues to apply pressure with the hold, Keaton begins to squirm about, trying to turn over the Figure Four. After some struggle, he manages to turn over, reversing the pressure of the hold to Slade instead!

[color=limegreen[Chase: Great counter by Saint there! Slade will need to release the hold if he doesn't want to have to tap out![/color]

Slade breaks the Figure Four to relieve the pressure on his legs, and both men are nursing their legs as they get up slowly. They begin to trade fists on the way up, going back and forth until Saint connects with a few stiff punches in a row, followed up with a stiff European Uppercut! He then whips Slade into the ropes, delivering the Paragon Backbreaker, before applying the Keaton Clutch in the middle of the ring! Slade holds on valiantly, but after about a minute into the hold, he has no choice but to TAP OUT! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Keaton Saint[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by Tap Out, Keaton Saint!

Nailz: Great showing from Slade Craven here tonight, as he really controled the tempo of much of this match, but in the end, Saint was just too much for him to handle!

Chase: Slade's chances aren't that dim yet. Next week, he'll face off against Yarmouth, and whoever wins that match will be the third entrant in the Tap Out Gauntlet!

Saint gets his arm raised in victory, while Slade quickly exits the ring. The fans cheer for Saint as he leaves the ring and begins to slap five with the fans at ringside.

Jason Kash is heard yelling as the cameras switch to the backstage area. He's yelling at his Head Of Security, Amarant Cornell. The two men just don't get along very well and it shows once again. Digging a finger into Amarant's chest, Kash is laying into the much bigger man like he was a child.

Jason Kash: YOUR JOB IS WHAT I SAY IT IS...DO YOU GET THAT? ARE YOU DUMB?

Amarant annoyed and trying to hold his own anger down finally erupts and snatches Kash up by his neck. He walks Kash back and puts him against a wall. Gasping, Kash throws a few strikes to Amarant's face and he released his grip. Kash shoves Amarant back and rushes in with quick and rapid blasts into Amarant's body and head. Out of nowhere comes Johnny Knuckles from around the corner and he has a lead pipe in his hand. Seeking revenge from earlier, Knuckles swings the pipe like a Bat but Kash ducks the full swing and dive rolls out from the batter's box. The lead pipe clunks loudly as Amarant takes it to the temple.

Knuckles: You son of a bitch!!

Amarant wobbles to his side and Knuckles doesn't stop attacking the big man. Kash scrambles to his feet and begins to try and get the jump on Knuckles but he spins towards Kash and lets out his "famous" HEEEEE HAAAWWWW war call. Before Knuckles can get to Kash, Amarant grabs Knuckles by the shoulder and turns him around only to be blasted over the top of the head with the lead pipe again. Kash waves them both off and decides to get out of dodge before Knuckles finishes laying into a now downed Amarant.

Knuckles: Now Kash will have nobody to give him any kind of advantage! He wants to end MY CAREER!? I've waited SIX YEARS and NOW he wants to come after ME!? You...Will...Not...COME...Between that!!

Every pause in his words is another strike with the Lead Pipe into Amarant's ribs section. He swings down one last time and bounces the pipe off Amarant's head and it bounces like a basketball off the cement as he goes limp and his eyes roll into the back of his head. Knuckles stands and watches as Amarant begins to convulse on the backstage floor. He drops the pipe and it dings a few times before the hallways are once again silent.

Knuckles: Now it's just the three of us...

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Nailz: And now we head to the back where I understand that Jack Spade is standing by with our new number one contender and his team of advisers. Jack, take it away.

Asylum heads backstage to find itself with the one, the only, Jack Spade, the man with a dulcet tones and the magnificent set of pipes. He is joined at his interviewing position by no less than Phil Atken, Dirk Dickwood, Saul Slendamin and Hank. Phil is sporting himself a fancy new three piece suit and has a mile wide smile, standing to his side is Saul, clutching a briefcase full of paperwork and Dirk who is pounding away at his iPhone, completing the picture is the groups Chief of Security, Hank, standing behind the group with his arms crossed and giving a death glare towards dear ole Spadey.

Spade: Thanks Russ, as you said, I'm joined at this time by the current number one contender to Sally Talfourd World Heavyweight Championship, Phil Atken and his...

Atken: Associates...

Spade: ...Associates. So Phil, later on tonight you and Michael Callahan team up to take on the current and former World Heavyweight Champions, I want to get your thoughts on that match in a moment but first can I just ask if you were as surprised as we all were that it was you who stood victorious at the end of last weeks show?

Atken snorts and shakes his head, rolling his eyes a little as he looks towards Saul in a “can you believe what I have to deal with” manner.

Atken: Surprised? Of course not, I was the only one who predicted the damn thing would happen. I told you that my opponents, prideful creatures that they were would gladly rip each other to shreds without paying much mind to the man with the brain staying out of the action. I said they all would fall and they did... Michael Callahan needed that extra push mind you but fall he did by the end.

Spade: So, would you say with your victory that you and Reginald have cleared the air?

Atken nudges Saul who begins to produce a stack of paperwork from his briefcase.

Atken: Cleared the air? Jack my boy, you are naïve. No, that argument was just the beginning, I warned Reginald just to give me the title shot, I knew I would win, I just didn't want to jump through the barbaric hoop to get there. No, now Reginald must pay for his transgression which is why Saul here has been hard at work, haven't you Saul?

Jack shoves the microphone into Saul's face, flustering the man a little.

Slendamin: Yes, yes I have. You see Mr. Spade, this briefcase to literally overflowing with complaints about the toll Reginald's grand matches have taken on the fine competitors of APW's bodies in recent months. Why, many of the people who competed in the harebrained Japanese Death Match Battle Royal are still suffering as we speak, they are still taking regular trips to the hospital to get treatment for the injuries they suffered and paying out of their own pocket to do so. Mr. Schmidt allowed that to happen on his watch and me and the Atken team are continuing to investigate the matter.

Spade: But Phil, are you not worried that will further enrage Reginald after the scolding he gave you as you left his office on the last show?

Phil smugly grins as he responds.

Atken: Reginald will have a lot more to worry about than little old me soon enough. In fact, if I was to guess, I would say that APW allowing him to keep his job at this rate is damn negligent at BEST.

Spade looks a little uncertain of continuing down his current path of questioning and decides to change tracks,

Spade: Well, I'm sure we all look forward to further developments but if I could just bring you on to the topic of tonight's main event...

Atken: Ah, the main event where the facade that Anthony Bailey and Sally Talfourd have created around themselves finally falls down on its face... sure... go ahead.

Spade: How do you feel your chances are going up against two people who have help the title you are soon to be fighting for, especially considering the distaste you have for your own partner?

Atken once again shakes his head at Spade, as if Spade were a school boy misunderstanding a simple question.

Atken: My distaste with Michael Callahan aside, this match isn't about our relationship, we know where we stand, this match is about a very different question... where do Anthony and Sally stand Jack? Are they really on the same page? Can they really allow their ever expanding egos to exist in the same sphere for too long? I don't reckon that they'll manage to hold it together for much longer. I think that tonight you witness the slow and painful implosion of the sham they've been trying to sell us for so long. Me and Mikeyboy? We're just the vultures ready to pick at the pieces that remain. So I feel that my chances are astronomically wonderful Jack, that's how I feel. Now, anything else to ask because we have a very important back door meeting to attend...

Phil is ready to walk off the set but Jack genitally grabs Phil's arm, Hank looks ready to pound on the poor man but Phil waves off his attack dog.

Spade: Just one last question, how do you feel about Sally Talfourd's campaign to improve Asylum? The one she launched two weeks ago during the show...

Atken: How do I feel about it Jack? How do I feel about Sally Talfourd's hopes at turning Asylum into her own little fascist regime where those who wish to bow down to the great Talfourd and her inspiring falsehoods are viewed as “saviours” while those who dare to question her methods are castigated and derided?

Space: Not a fan?

Atken: You could say that. I mean, I don't blame you Jack, you're an ignorant microphone jockey but you may not have noticed that I have been working tirelessly for months on my own campaign to improve Asylum, one that would bring legitimate and realistic change, not one designed to prop up the slaughter factory that is APW in its current form, one that Ms. Talfourd would gladly keep in place. On the last Asylum, Sally fired the warning shot, she made it very clear that everyone on Asylum is about to face a fork in the road and they are going to have to make a very tough decision soon enough.

Spade: Which would be?

Atken: Well, do you drive down Talfourd Avenue and try to find a voice within a clique that will no doubt be designed to shout down the dissenters, those who would dare to question our dear World Heavyweight Champion? Do you try and find a voice in a group that will have been brainwashed in to giving the fictitious 110%? I mean Sally puts on the happy face, she promises that she wants to include everyone in this little campaign of hers but I can't say I've had a phone call, I doubt Michael Callahan got one, I'm sure Julius Farquhar's butler didn't pick up his olde tyme dialamatic to find Sally Talfourd on the other end. Sally doesn't want to include everyone, she doesn't want to hear from voices that would challenge her mentality, she wants more of the same, she wants to be placated. She wants to mold the show in her image, she wants people to do as she says not what she does. Honestly, there's a very fine line between what Sally is trying to achieve and that of ethnic cleansing.

Jack starts to pull the microphone away from Phil but Phil grabs his arm and keeps it in place. Jack tries to yell over Phil.

Spade: I don't think that's a fair point. I think you're crossing a line now Phil.

However Phil ignores him and continues.

Atken: I on the other hand welcome everyone to see the light, I welcome anyone on this show to come and approach me so we can discuss making this show all about what wrestling should be. I am standing here taking the fight to Sally Talfourd for all of those who can't, for all of those who realise that she represents the APW Merchandise machine, that she represents the “office”, they know that she doesn't represent us. They know that Phil Atken is the one who cares about their welfare, they know that I care about their well-being. What begins tonight and ends at Christmas Chaos is about far more than the World Heavyweight Championship, it is about the very soul of this show. I just hope people pick the right direction when they hit the fork because the time to make that turn is coming to a close. If they need any encouragement to make the right decision they should keep an eye on the ring tonight, I promise you that the real Sally Talfourd will rear her ugly face.

Phil lets go of Spade's arm and almost forces it back into the poor man's chest. He signals for his group to follow his lead as he walks out of shot. The camera zoom

Spade: Well, I doubt that's the last we'll hear about this but for now Nailz, Beckett it's back over to you.

Nailz: The man has lost it, he has lost his mind.

Beckett: He makes sense to me.

The tapping of a repeated knock is heard as the cameras switch backstage. Inside the locker room of Jason Kash you quickly see the Asylum Grand Slam Champion waiting and listening to the door's direction. He is waiting for the attack to come to him, any which way it might come. Paranoid and a little unstable. Getting to the door, he leans against it and tries to hear outside.

JKash: Who is it?

KJE: It's Kay! Are you going to make me stand out here long? Open up!

He untwists the dead bolt he had added to his door. Pulling the door open he smiles at Kay and waves her to enter. She does and he shuts the door, clanking the bolt lock after the door shuts.

KJE: Paranoid?

JKash: Security. We've got two groups on Asylum now and both have members who don't care too much for me. Not to mention, Knuckles has almost got me not once but twice tonight! I'm just making the smart decision being solo and having to watch my own backside.

KJE: Well maybe you should have had Aubrey comes and keep you company...I seen the twitter comments. Inviting her to your locker room? You do know I don't like that Bitc--

JKash: I know that right now? I might recruit Adam Young or even Johnny Sykes to have my back. Hell they hated me too! I'll get myself a cattle prong and really leave a "Mark"! Enough about all that stuff, I'll deal with it as it comes knocking. You made it! Yay!!

She scuffs at him for his tone as he not only changed the subject but mocked his excitement for her showing up. Accepting his invite where AJP laughed at it. He did it only to see how KJE would react. He is taking her being back around as a means to mess with her, flirting seems so obvious. With KJE, Kash can channel his inner child and everyone knows if you like a girl at 8 years old, you mess with them. Joke on them but do it with some respect and not in an evil way like he'd do to so many others.

KJE: Keep it up...So this is your locker room huh? Seems pretty basic! No flat screens, no big comfy couches. Fruit bar, mini frig?

JKash: No the resort down the street bought all that stuff up before Asylum came into town...Heh. I don't spend my funds on bullstuff like that. I was sitting against the wall waiting for someone to come through the door. Waiting for the attack I guess. I mean Bailey and Sally running their own crews? I have issues with both and I'm not gonna stop coming at them and when I start, I need to be prepared to take that ass whooping. I know it but will that have me hesitating any? Don't think so. Wanna accompany me to ringside?

KJE: No, I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea! I'll hold down the "fort" here and make sure nobody spikes your water with eye drops. Or fills your duffel bag with poo since EVERYONE knows you have this odd, true, and freaky obsession with poop. Why am I even here now that I think about it? Hah just joking, give em hell Jason!

He unlocks and opens the locker room door, turns to her and nods before leaving. KJE locks the door behind him and puts her back to the door tapping her index finger against her bottom lip as thoughts run through her mind.

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

From the back comes Jason Kash as "Out Of My Mind" plays and the fans fill the arena with boos and a few cheers from his loyalists. Kash grabs his head with both hands and shakes it like he's losing control but then leaps up off his feet and comes down landing on one knee. He slaps the top of the entrance ramp as the music goes into it's flow. Kash spins around and begins to get pumped. Slapping his chest, he proceeds down the ramp and gets to ring side. Kash leaps up and lands on one knee onto the ring apron. Pulling himself to both feet, he bounces through the middle ropes and enters the ring. No taunting, no celebration for the fans as he backs into a corner and wait for the sound of the bell.

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is the former Suicidal Champion…Jaaasssooonnn Kaaasssshhhh!!!

Elgar’s Pomp & Circumstance March No. 1 in D (“Land of Hope and Glory”) blasts from the PA. Julius Farquhar steps through the curtain wearing the Tap Out Title around his waist and carrying a flagpole bearing the red cross of St. George on white black background (the flag of England). He waves the flag around and walks to the ring ignoring the insults being hurled at him or any attempts to touch him.

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

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

Nailz: This is going to be a great match! And one has to wonder how Kash felt when Farquhar said that his very own birth was the source of all his problems.

Beckett: ‘Tis the season to be jolly, how do you think he felt?

Nailz: Farquhar has held the Tap Out Title for a little over five months now and Kash, though he recently lost the Suicidal Title to Chris Strike, is coming in here tonight with a bit of momentum after defeating Young Mannie this past week on Meltdown.

Beckett: Momentum would be a bit of a stretch don’t you think Nailz? I mean I like Kash with his new attitude and all, but for crying out loud, we’re talking about Young Mannie here. Always call a spade a spade, always…

”Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar vs. Jason Kash

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The bell rings as the two megastars begin to circle one another. The brawler in Jason Kash looks to knuckle up with the more technically based Julius Farquhar. Both men are looking to make the first move but not too quickly because one minor slip up could put them on the receiving end of some merciless offense. Kash raises his right hand and non verbally challenges Farquhar to a little test of strength. Farquhar begins to think to himself but he doesn’t fall for it as he hastily nails Kash in the midsection with a boot. As Kash bends over, Farquhar strikes him right in the face with a stern elbow smash and follows up with a hard football kick straight to the head, taking Kash down to the mat. Farquhar, standing above Kash’s body, attempts to apply a kneebar and is really close to locking it in before Kash begins to impel him with repeated hard right fists to the side of the head. Farquhar finally relents and backs away from Kash as Kash leaps to his feet and collides in the center of the ring with Farquhar. Kash has brought his opponent onto his turf as the two begin to trade harsh punches igniting a brawl and a rowdy reaction from the Louisville fans in attendance.

Nailz: Farquhar got the best of Kash the first time they met inside the squared circle but if Kash can control the pace of this match and keep it off the mat where Farquhar is more dominant, then the outcome could be different this time around.

Beckett: Talk about a paradox Nailz! I don’t know who to root for. I like Kash but I’m also a huge fan of Farquhar. Ahh!! This is becoming more stressful the more that I think about it. I’m crossing my fingers and toes and hoping for a draw.

Nailz: Is it really that serious Beckett?

Beckett: Yes my friend, it’s that serious!

Kash now with the upperhand lifts Farquhar up…twisting spinebuster that shakes the entire ring!!! Kash looking to take it to the mat after all doesn’t waste time and grabs Farquhar’s legs…he has locked in a firm elevated cloverleaf!! Can Kash put the Tap Out Champion away with a taste of his own technical medicine? With all of his might, Farquhar begins to slowly inch his way towards the ropes as he is already not too far from them. Showcasing that signature toothless grin of his, Kash strains to keep the move locked in as tightly as possible. Farquhar is getting closer…and closer…he reaches the ropes!! Kash keeps the move applied as the referee begins the five count, with Kash finally letting go at four. Kash picks Farquhar up to his feet and irish whips him into the opposite corner’s turnbuckle. Kash charges towards Farquhar and nails a stiff clothesline! Kash climbs to the second turnbuckle and begins to clobber Farquhar with strong punches as the Louisville audience counts off each punch. Once Kash reaches punch number five, Farquhar mounts up enough strength to toss Kash off of him! Kash’s back lands on the mat as Farquhar leaves the corner and hits a standing knee drop on Kash’s leg. Farquhar pins Kash as the referee begins to count.

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Did Farquhar think that move would be enough to put Kash away? Kash has an extremely high pain tolerance so it’s going to take much more than that and Farquhar is well aware of this. Farquhar lifts Kash up and knees him in the gut not once, not twice, but three times. Kash tries to fight back but Farquhar sensibly dodges his every move. Putting Kash in a headlock position, Farquhar hits him with a running bulldog! Farquhar picks Kash up once again, hits him with an English uppercut, and quickly takes him down with an English DDT!!

Farquhar, now in full control, gazes upon the fans in disgust. Signaling for his finisher, Kash is slow to rise to his feet but before he can even get a chance to, Julius comes off of the ropes…PAY HOMA…NO!!! Just in the nick of time, Kash grabs Farquhar’s legs while slamming him into the mat in a sitdown powerbomb position!! Awesome reversal by Jason Kash! Farquhar rapidly rises to his feet but Kash pounces…UNDER THE INFLUENCE!!! Kash hits his finishing move on the Tap Out Champion! Kash rolls over for the pin.


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Stenfelder: Jaaasssooonnn Kaaasssshhhh!!!

“Out Of My Mind” begins to blast through the PA system once again as the referee raises Kash’s hand in victory.

Nailz: Big big win here tonight in Louisville for Jason Kash! He wasn’t successful against Chris Strike on the last Asylum but tonight was certainly a different story for The Influence.

Beckett: I cannot argue with that Nailz. Like I said earlier, I’m a fan of both megastars so I was okay with either outcome. Congratulations Jason Kash!

Asylum goes to a commercial break as a disappointed Julius Farquhar walks up the ramp, with the Tap Out Title draped across his shoulder, and heads backstage. Jason Kash walks up the ramp after him celebrating and hyping himself up and once he approaches the curtain, he disappears behind it.

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We cut to the backstage area where we focus on the outside of a locker room marked JASON KASH. The audience boos as Kash, himself steps into the frame, pushing the door open. He blocks the vision of anyone behind the camera but every muscle in his body stiffens.

Jason Kash: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!

He rushes into the room and the camera follows him. The crowd cheers as they see one of Asylum's newest draftees, Aubrey J. Parker sitting on the floor of his room with Jason Kash's gym bag, backpack, and other belongings strewn about in front of her.

She has a pair of shears in hand and looks up at Kash without much expression as he stands over her.

Jason Kash: You psycho bitch, gimme that!

He bravely snatches the shears out of her hand and throws them aside. He pulls up the clothing. His wrestling gear, and his own shirts have been cut to shreds. Feminine clothing, presumably belonging to Kaylyn J. Evans lies in ribbons around the room.

AJP: Welcome back.

Jason looks at her, dropping the remains of his destroyed belongings to the ground while Parker climbs to her feet.

AJP: What? You said we could share a locker room. I was just making myself at home.

She bends down to pick up one of the ribbons that used to be a shirt of Kaylyn's and throws it on top of Jason's head.

AJP: Yet, here I am and you don't look happy.

Jason opens his mouth to say something but Aubrey smiles faintly and presses a finger to his lips.

AJP: Hold that thought.

She turns and slyly maneuvers herself out of the room with not much more than a smirk to Jason. Within seconds, it becomes obvious that Parker has no intention of returning. Kash grunts in anger and kicks a stool in the locker room on its side. He yanks it off the floor and throws it across the room into the wall, where it smashes to pieces. He groans and turns away, pacing back and forth with a hand over his face as we fade away.

Nailz: What a night it’s been! And we’ve still got one heck of a main event to come. The current and the former World Heavyweight Champion teaming up against two of the most antagonistic men that Asylum has.

Beckett: Antagonistc? Please - Callahan and Atken are everything that’s right about Asylum. These two men have the courage to tell it like it is!

Nailz: Well, that’s certainly one opinion of them. Anyway, let’s go backstage to see the last minute preparation that’s going on.

We cut backstage to find the World Heavyweight Champion going over the last details of her outfit - tightening the laces, adjusting the pads, looking her best. Her final act is to sling her title over her shoulder, then turns around to Saint and Strike.

Sally: Did you find him?

Strike: With a little effort.

The two men step aside to let a much bigger man step through.

Sally: Oh good! I’m glad you could come!

It’s none other than the Soul of Philly TJ. He looks Strike and Saint over, a little wary, then comes to Sally, still a little hesitant about what’s happening.

TJ: What’s going on here? Why did you ...

Sally: TJ. TJ ... TJ ... TJ. Don’t worry yourself! You’re not going to get beat down or anything here. We’re the good guys!

Sally takes a seat down on the bench. She pushes off a whole pile of clothes and whathaveyou, then pats the seat, welcoming TJ. He warily takes a seat, still eyeing off Strike and Saint who move away to give him some room.

TJ: What do you want?

Sally: What do I want? Wow, where to begin! I mean, with Christmas coming up and all, I’ve got a list somewhere around here. Sally looks around, pretending to find the list. Whatever, I don’t have time to find it. But I remember there was something on there that you can help me with.

TJ: And what would that be?

Sally: Answers.

TJ: To?

Sally: Well, I want to ... no ... I need to know what you want. TJ, what do you want? What do you want out of APW? Out of Asylum? What do you want to do while you’re here?

TJ looks around, still a little confused. Sally looks on, eager to hear what he’s got to say.

TJ: Listen, if this is some joke, I ain’t laughing. I want to go get ...

Sally: Ok, hold on. Let me explain. I think you want more than what you’ve got, TJ. I think you want to be in the main event. I think you want to be behind a title. I think you want to be a face of Asylum. But I know that you want to be bigger than you are. Is that right?

TJ: Yeah.

Sally: You might not know this, but we want to see that too. We want to see the biggest, toughest, and best TJ that there is.

TJ looks around, a little more hopeful this time. Strike and Saint give him a nod in the affirmative. Back to Sally.

Sally: TJ, we want to see an Asylum that someone like you can show the world just how great you are. We want the same Asylum that you want: An Asylum that lets the cream rise to the top. You? You’re not being allowed to rise. All sorts of people are stopping you from rising. Us? We want to bring you to the top with us. We’ve been to the top. Some of us are there right now. And looking around ...

Strike: There’s a spot with your name on it, TJ.

Keaton: We know when we’ve got someone who's ready. When someone can make their mark.

Sally: TJ, we’ve got a group here. A group of excellence. A group that wants to take Asylum to the next level and to give people like you your opportunity to shine. We’ve go a group here ... and we want you to join us in our mission.

TJ sits up straight, finally realising what’s unfolding here. He looks to each of the megastars that surround him, then to Sally.

Sally: What do you say, TJ? Are you ready to step up?

Before we can get an answer, one of the megastars steps in front of the camera, blocking the view. There’s a moment, and the camera fuzzes out and back to Nailz and Beckett at the commentary table.

Beckett: What the Hell?

Nailz: It looks like we're having technical difficulties in the back!

“Under and Over It” by Five Finger Death Punch hits over the PA system as Johnny Knuckles comes walking out with Mini and Maxi to a sea of mixed reactions. Slightly limping and holding his sides, they all make their way to the ring.

Beckett: So much for ending this show on a high note. What the hell is he doing back out here? Hasn't he been beaten down enough tonight?

Nailz: I think he's here to address what happened back stage.

Beckett: What's to address? He got clowned all night and the man in black turned out to be Jason Kash. He meant it when he said he wanted to end Knuckles career.

Nailz: You're wrong. Remember? He was chasing Kash and was attacked by him again. How could Kash be in two places at once?

The Knuckles gang all make their way inside the ring as Knuckles grabs the mic, till breathing heavily.

Knuckles: Earlier tonight, I successfully defended MY Dark match Championship and successfully put Chris Strike in his place where he belongs. But for the past few weeks, it seems that I continuously get attacked from behind by some punk bitch who can't do it to my face. I had originally thought that it was Kash. Either it still is with the mind games and he has a whole 'nother person helping him, or someone else is to much of a bitch to see me face to face. Who is it? Chris Strike? Looking for payback for making him look bad since the day he showed up? Tell me Kash, who is it? Who has been stickin' his nose in my business?

Beckett: He's delusional. Who would in their right mind give a damn about Knuckles?

Nailz: I don't know but this is certainly a conundrum. He certainly hasn't been popular as of late and everybody in the back has their own reasons for wanting to kick his ass.

Beckett: How much you wanna' bet that it's Reginald? That would be PRICELESS!!

Knuckles: Week in and week out, I defend my Dark Match Championship against anybody, only to get attacked. I already beat down Kash's “head of security” or as I like to call, training monkey. So why don't ya' come out here and face me like a man?

Knuckles turns around at the fans; keeping an open eye. Mini and Maxi stay on look out the same way. Even though they've been MIA the past few weeks, they feel they need to make it up to Knuckles.

Knuckles: Well? I'm not leaving this ring until you get your punk ass out here and face me ya' prick!

Beckett: Not exactly a good way to make friends there Knux....

“Redefine” by Soil hits over the PA system as the fans chatter amongst themselves. After a few moments, the man dressed in all black steps out and stands at the top of the ramp. Knuckles yells up to him, taunting him to get into the ring as Mini and Maxi take a few steps back and Knuckles hangs on the ropes closest to him ready to fight.

? ? ?: Hello John. Did yous' enjoy our play time together? Just a small taste of what's to come. Ya' took my life away from me, so I'm just here to take it back.

Nails: Who is this guy? He sounds all too familiar.

Beckett: ….and that music he came out to. Where do I know this guy from?

Knuckles continues to yell at the man from the ring, begging him to go face to face but all he does and wave back at Knuckles; taunting him with a small grin piercing through the mask.

? ? ?: No No, I would much rather hurt your pride. Ya' see, over the past few weeks, I have been slowly pickin' yous' apart; limb from limb. Taking back inch by inch of the pride that yous' took away from me. It's been damn near 7 years since I last seen yous'. Earnin' yourself titles and championships. Reputation and clout, all from a name.....a name that doesn't even belong to you.

Knuckles stops for a moment and tilts his head in confusion. The crowd continues to chatter amongst themselves.

Beckett: What the hell is this guy talking about?

Nailz: I don't even think Knuckles knows what's going on.

? ? ?: That's right John. I know all about you. I know all about how yous' went back to TCW after it's doors re-opened. I know all about your legendary feuds with Jason Kash and Brad Jackson and all the tournaments ya' entered like the Nasty 8. Everythin' yous' did up until this point have all been a lie, under false pretenses. Every credit and debit card transaction ya' ever made. Every stripper that walked out of “your” apartment building. Every time ya' went and spent time with Joey Number down at the docks. Ya' still remember him right? This has been a long time comin' jerky. And now it's my turn to take it all back.......

Knuckles stands there confused as the man in the mask finally decides to take it all off. The crowd COMPLETELY MARKS OUT AND ERUPTS!! Knuckles stands there at the edge of the ring in absolute stun and shock. His hands are on his face, speechless, shaking his head “no” in disbelief. Eyes bulging out at the sight he never thought he would ever see.

Beckett: WHAT THE FUCK AM I LOOKING AT?!!

Nailz: THERE'S NO WAY!! It's like a mirror image.....

From head to toe, every feature; even down to the last scar, this guy looks EXACTLY like Johnny Knuckles. It's literally like staring into a mirror. The crowd starts chanting HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! As Knuckles stands in the ring, absolutely beside himself. (ha, literally)

? ? ?: Surprised John? Are ya' surprised to see your old friend SAGE!? The old friend that ya' let die back in that fire nearly 7 years ago?

Nailz: Sage? Wasn't that Knuckles old name back in TCW?

Beckett: What is this guy getting at?

Sage: REMEMBER JOHN!? Remember how we trained together in hopes of bein' a tag team champs? Remember how we met Spank and Slammy? They were gonna' bring us to the top. Remember how ya' left me in that burning building to die? You were always jealous of me, yous' standin' here is just proof. Ya' wanted my life. So when the time came, yous' took it from me. YOU TOOK MY LIFE FROM ME!! YOU STOLE MY IDENTITY!!

…....and now I'm here to take it all back.

HEE HAWW!!!! KRRAACCKKKK!! Out of nowhere, the Donkey Punch heard 'round the world. Maxi cold cocks Knuckles in the back of the head with such impact that even the crowd felt it. Knuckles drops like a sack of potatoes leaving the everybody in the arena stunned.

Beckett: Knuckles stole this guy's identity?

Nailz: In all my years as a broadcast commentator, I have NEVER heard of anything so heinous and vile. I am at a total loss for words.

Beckett: Is this guy for real?

Sage walks down to the ring and stands over top of Knuckles with such disdain and anger that he smiles in pleasure while continually talking to an out cold Knuckles. The crowd, not sure how to react continue to chatter amongst themselves.

Sage: Now that yous' been broken down physically, it's time to demoralize ya'. To discredit everythin' ya' ever done and erase yous' from any and all record books. You're nuttn' but a common thief. These guys ya' call Maxi and Mini? Awfully convenient that they show up all a sudden right? They sure do look a lot like Spank and Slammy don't they? They been workin' for me this whole time. Keepin' tabs on ya'. Ever wonder where they been lately? HA! You're pathetic. You're done this week, but next week? I'll see your ass locked up behind bars, then your punk ass in court.

Sage drops the mic on Knuckles head which actually begins to make him stir. Sage, Mini and Maxi walk up the ramp and out of sight while Knuckles uses the ropes to help him up to his knees. The look on his face couldn't even come close to telling the story. The crowd starts to boo Knuckles HEAVILY as he shakes his head.

Beckett: What does all of this mean?

Nails: What does this mean for Christmas Chaos? For Asylum? For APW?

The crowd still booing Knuckles as he makes he way; slowly; out of the ring and up the ramp as Asylum cuts to it's final commercial break.

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GO ON AND WRING MY NECK LIKE WHEN A RAG GETS WET
A LITTLE DISCIPLINE FOR MY PET GENIUS
MY HEAD IS LIKE LETTUCE
GO AHEAD AND DIG YOUR THUMBS IN
I CANNOT STOP GIVING
I'M THIRTY SOMETHING

The chorus and the whining guitar strum of Faith No More's “Midlife Crisis” hits the speakers. The crowd immediately roar their disapproval as “The American Hero” Michael Callahan makes his prideful stride out of the curtains and into the spotlight for all to see. Jeering and heckling are the symphony to Callahan's very unmusical footsteps as he makes a slow, smirking, sauntering, almost menacing descent down the entrance ramp towards the ring, his hand wrapped tightly around his trusty signed baseball bat “Martinez” that you know he has every intention of using at some point during the evening.

Stenfielder: Ladies and gentlemen... The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Kelso, Washington State, weighing in at two hundred and twenty nine pounds... he is history's only ever Pro Life Champion... MICHAEEEEEEEEEEEL... CALLAHAAAAAAAAN!

Michael takes the long way around the ring making sure to smirk at all of his adoring constituents, heading towards the opposite set of ring stairs to make his ascent towards the ring and savour the crowds heated response to his arrival. As he scales the ring steps, he points the baseball bat like a conductors wand at the announcers before setting the bat down across the top step. He wipes his feet on the ring apron then climbs into the ring slowly, crossing his head and his heart as he takes up position in the corner and awaits his partner.

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: And his FAR... Um... SUPERIOR TAAAG TEAAAM PARTNER, from Glasglow, Scotland, the future APW World Heavweight Champion, PHILLLLLL ATTKEEENNNN!

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: Ha. Atken and Callahan said it this week-- they have no problem admitting that the have nothing but the utmost disdain for one another. But do you think that's gonna stop them from picking up the win tonight?

Beckett: No! Callahan's on their team, Russ. He doesn't have that kind of poor luck that Atken has.

Nailz: Atken's luck has apparently been good enough to secure him a World Heavyweight Title shot at Christmas Chaos!

Beckett: C'mon, you've never heard of a Christmas miracle?

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.

Stenfelder: And their opponents, first, from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is 'The Promise' ANTHONY BAAAAAAAILEEEYYY!

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 tag team partner...

The crowd is buzzing with anticipation for the coming match. On cue, the lights take on a blue tinge and 'TroubleMaker' hits the speakers. This sets the crowd off: everyone knows who this is leading up to. As the song bursts to life, out races Sally Talfourd, racing to the front of the stage. Raising her hand (and consequently, World Championship) to the crowd, she kicks her leg and heads towards the ring, slapping hands with the crowd that hangs over the rails for her.

Stenfelder: Making her way to the ring this evening, weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and forty pounds, standing in at five feet and ten inches of perfection, this is Sally Talfourd!

Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, waving to the crowd as she is announced. When that's done, she dashes up the steps, hoists herself over the top ring and bounces to the centre of the ring. With the World Title held high above her head, she poses for the crowd as the lights return to normal and the music fades out. The crowd still cheers for the adorable Sally as she starts to stretch for the match.

Nailz: And we're all here for this evening's main event! The occasionally-dysfunctional power-team of Anthony Bailey and the woman that beat him for the World Heavyweight Title, Sally Talfourd, taking on Michael Callahan and the number-one contender to said title, Phil Atken!

Beckett: Don't act like Atken and Callahan are exactly a well-oiled machine or something. Even the heroes in this match have their flaws and shortcomings.

Nailz: Well, it looks like we're starting out with Anthony Bailey and Phil Atken-- but the crowd wants to see Callahan and Bailey go one on one! Listen to them!

Beckett: Well, tell 'em to quiet down, because they're gonna GET Phil Atken.

Main Event
Michael Callahan & Phil Atken vs Sally Talfourd & Anthony Bailey

Atken and Bailey lock up with Atken quickly overpowering “The Unfortunate” one and backing him into the ropes before whipping him across the ring. Atken rebounds, but ducks a Hip Toss attempt and goes for one of his own-- but he receives a knee to the gut followed by a Back Suplex instead. Atken groans and climbs to his feet, where Bailey gladly “helps” him up into a Suplex. Bailey goes to the apron and ascends to the top rope, waiting for the groggy Atken to get to his feet, and then finally leaps off with a Diving Reverse Elbow! Atken is knocked to the mat and Bailey hops up, quickly rolling to his corner where he tags in Sally Talfourd, to the delight of the crowd! Sally climbs to the top turnbuckle, much similar to Bailey before her and waits for Atken to get up before she leaps off with a Flying Dropkick! Atken is taken down again and clutches his chest in pain as he rolls toward the ropes, Sally basking in the adulation of the audience.

Nailz: Excellent teamwork by Bailey and Sally here! Atken hasn’t gotten a lick in!

Beckett: Mmhmm. Makes you wonder about this TEAM Sally mentioned, yes?

Nailz: And Sally’s waiting for Phil to get back up-- she’s going for a running high knee!

...However, Atken catches Sally in the midst of her running high knee attempt and launches her overhead into the corner! He drops to a knee to catch a breather, but Callahan begins screaming at him to turn around. Atken turns, and Talfourd leaps from the top rope again, this time for a Cross Body-- and connects! She stays on top of him for the pin and reaches to attempt to hook his leg.

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However, Atken keeps the momentum going and rolls through, lying on top of Sally and hooking both legs for the pin!

Beckett: Hey, he got her!

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THR- Kickout!

Nailz: Well, almost anyway.

Beckett: How embarrassing would that’ve been?!

Nailz: Can’t say there’s toooooo much shame in losing to any guy that beat 6 other people in a TLC match.

Atken and Sally fight their way back to their feet with Atken getting the upperhand with a haymaker that catches Sally off guard. She backs into her corner where Bailey tags himself back in. Bailey enters the ring and Atken continues his momentum by rushing forward and catching the oncoming, unprotected Bailey with a Spinebuster! Bailey starts to get up but Atken rushes to his feet and stomps at his head and neck, viciously, taking boots to him at least a dozen times before dragging him to his corner and tagging in Callahan to a mixed reaction from the masses!

Atken lifts Bailey up while Callahan measures him and then drives a left hand into his jaw. The referee scolds Atken and ushers him out of the ring, and Callahan lifts Bailey up, running him head-first into the top turnbuckle. He hits him with hard forearms and European Uppercuts in rapid succession, trapping him and enclosing him in the corner! The crowd boos and the referee counts up to four, threatening to DQ Callahan, but Callahan throws Bailey out of the corner and to the ground. He hops up to the second turnbuckle, methodically measuring Bailey and watching him as he climbs up to his hands and knees-- and hops off, driving his knees into Bailey’s spine. He remains mounted on his back and begins pounding at Bailey’s skull with clubbing forearms. The referee scolds him and Callahan hops to his feet, intimidating the referee into backing away, before locking Bailey in the Boston Crab!

Beckett: I love the mean streak that we’ve seen in Michael Callahan lately!

Nailz: It earned him a victory over Kurt Noble on an episode of Meltdown a few weeks back, and almost snagged him the victory in last Thursday’s Battle Royal on Overdrive. Couple that with him and the GI being about one match away from a Tag Team Title shot? Callahan’s newfound attitude is turning him into a Mega Mega Star.

Beckett: Hey! Copyright infringement...

Nailz: And Bailey reaches the ropes!

Callahan releases the Boston Crab once Bailey reaches the ropes, but drags him back to his own corner and tags in Phil Atken. Callahan holds onto Bailey’s legs while Atken delivers a knee drop to his ribs followed by a flurry of rights and lefts. Bailey covers up and rolls away, to the ropes. Atken lifts him up and Irish Whips him across the ring, but Bailey reverses it! Bailey charges Atken upon the rebound and plants him with a beautiful Running DDT! Both men are down and the crowd roars as Bailey crawls, slowly but surely toward Sally Talfourd. He reaches up-- and tags her in! Like she did earlier in the match, Sally climbs to the top turnbuckle...

Nailz: Callahan!

...But out of nowhere, Michael Callahan runs across the apron and grabs her leg! Sally tries her best to shake him off, and Anthony Bailey finally manages to pull Callahan off of the apron. Sally turns her attention back to Phil Atken, who hops up onto the second turnbuckle and hooks her, hitting a Superplex! Sally sits up with her mouth open in a silent “O” of pain, and Atken forces her back to the ground, hooking the far leg.

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THRRR- Kickout!

Nailz: I thought Atken had it! I thought that with some help from Michael Callahan, Atken was about to pin the World Champion!

Beckett: Sally had no way to prepare for that Superplex!

Atken studies Sally who is still in pain on the mat and then attempts to lock in the Figure Four!-- Sally kicks him away, however, and rolls into the ropes where the referee scolds Atken to stay back. Sally gets to her feet, but Atken hits her with a running Axe Handle to the temple, knocking her out to the apron! Sally sees Michael Callahan throw Bailey into the barricade and then try to charge at her while she’s on the apron-- but she leaps from it and hits a Seated Senton! Callahan is driven roughly to the mat below and Atken rolls to the outside, but Sally rolls inside at the same time! Atken climbs back into the ring as Talfourd shoots the ropes on the other side of the ring and comes back, hitting a Leg Lariat! She pins Atken’s near leg.

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3-NO!

Beckett: Talfourd just took it to both Callahan and Atken!

Nailz: And now Anthony Bailey is back on the apron while Callahan’s still down and out at ringside!

Talfourd climbs to her feet and starts to make her way back to her corner, but Atken catches her with a shot to the lower back and then a Schoolboy roll-up, hooking her tights unbeknownst to the ref!

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THR-Shoulder up!

Nailz: Atken almost stole one!

Beckett: Oh, that’s a heavy accusation, don’t you think?

Sally is about three inches away from Bailey’s outstretched hand, but Atken is able to drag her back toward his own corner. As Callahan climbs back up on the apron, Sally lifts herself to her feet and catches Atken with an Enziguiri! Atken falls into his corner, and Callahan tags himself in. Talfourd tries to sprint aross the ring to Bailey, but Atken dives for her legs, sending her face-first to the ground. Callahan enters the ring as Atken rolls out and he lifts Sally up, positioning her for the Landslide Election! Sally shoves him forward into the ropes though and as Callahan turns around, she nails a Facebreaker DDT! Sally crawls for Bailey again, but once more, Callahan throws herself on top of her, catching her outstretched hand in a Fujiwara Armbar while he kicks at Bailey’s outstretched hand.

Beckett: Haha, I love it!

Callahan rolls back on Sally and she screams out in pain as her arm is twisted back. The referee asks if she wants to submit, but Sally emphatically screams “no!” and inches herself to the ropes until she is finally able to throw her leg over the bottom rope. Callahan breaks the hold at the referee’s count of three and lifts Sally up, throwing her sternum-first into the turnbuckles. She falls back into a seated position, and Callahan delivers a sharp kick to her spine before tagging Atken back into the match, who nails a kick to Sally’s sternum, taking her roughly to the mat before he pins her.

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Kickout!

Nailz: And they continue to keep the pressure on Sally Talfourd!

Beckett: You don’t win a World Championship without painting a giant bullseye on your back. And your front.

Atken lifts Sally up and throws her into the corner where he nails a series of elbows, forcing Sally to go groggy. She stumbles to the center of the ring where Atken takes her down with a running knee clip! Atken hoists her up once more and then delivers a Shinbuster. Talfourd cries out in pain, and Atken tags in Michael Callahan once more! Callahan taunts Sally Talfourd, waving and briefly posing in a manner that she would, but he only earns a thunderously negative response... And he climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaping off seconds later with the Diving Elbow!

Beckett: Primary Elbow to the heart of Sally Talfourd!

Callahan considers going for the pin, but stops and shakes his head at the crowd. He lifts Talfourd up by her hair, and grins into her face, mouthing something to her before once again going for the Landslide Election, but Talfourd rolls away and out to the apron before Callahan can hit it! Callahan turns and rushes to her, but she drives her shoulder into his midsection and leaps over the top rope, hitting the Sunset Flip!

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Nailz: And now it’s Callahan who has to worry. Maybe he should’ve gone for the pin earlier!

As both of them climb to their feet, Talfourd nails a Double-Knee Facebreaker! The crowd applauds the maneuver and Callahan goes limp on the mat. Sally crawls, slowly but surely, and to a huge pop, finally slaps the outstretched hand of Anthony Bailey, right as Callahan manages to climb to his feet!

Nailz: And here comes Anthony Bailey!

Beckett: Oh noooo...

Bailey hits Callahan with a Clothesline, and catches the illegally-oncoming Phil Atken with a Back Body Drop! Bailey exits the ring to the top rope and once both men get up, catches them with a Double Diving Clothesline! Atken rolls out to the apron and Bailey goes to lock Callahan in an STF, but Callahan is in the ropes within seconds before Bailey can truly get the hold locked in. Bailey drags Callahan away from the ropes, but Callahan rolls onto his back and kicks Bailey backwards! Callahan hops to his feet and catches the oncoming Anthony Bailey with a fist to the gut before maneuvering himself behind him and delivering a German Suplex! Bailey rolls across the mat and Callahan crawls to his corner, tagging in the groggy Phil Atken.

Nailz: Where’s Callahan going?!

Beckett: Is he comin’ over here?

Callahan walks over to the timekeepers at ringside and retrieves “Martinez” his baseball bat, though the referee doesn’t quite seem to know. Atken catches wind of it, but turns his attention to Bailey anyway. He seems to be preparing for the Figure-Four, but Bailey rolls away and leaps to his feet to hit Atken with a Dropkick!

Nailz: Callahan’s got that bat!

Callahan is making his way toward the steel steps, his eyes locked squarely on Anthony Bailey. The referee’s back is turned to Callahan, but Sally Talfourd’s isn’t. She charges across the ring and makes a dive from the apron toward Callahan as she sees what he’s planning.

Nailz: Sally with the--

Callahan turns, and though it isn’t as full as usual, he hits an upswing into Sally’s chin! The arena gasps as Sally is taken roughly to the ground at ringside from the force of the bat. Callahan drops the bat in surprise, but doesn’t look remorseful as he takes a step back.

It is only then that the referee turns and observes the chaos at ringside, and Anthony Bailey looks on in horror, only to be rolled up from behind by Atken!

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Winners: Phil Atken & Michael Callahan

Nailz: What!

Backett: WHAT A MANEEEEUUUVER!

Nailz: Callahan just hit Sally with that baseball bat, and she might be unconscious! Callahan and Atken just stole this!

Beckett: Don’t you dare discredit Atken! He won fair and square!

Bailey looks dejected as Atken exits the ring up the ramp with Hank and Dirk in towe, but sighs and rolls to the outside, glaring at Michael Callahan who came back to retrieve his back. Callahan grins at Bailey and backs away from the ring, making his way up the ramp while Bailey checks on our unconscious World Heavyweight Champion.

Nailz: Folks that's all the time we have for tonight's Asylum. Thanks for joining us!

Asylum fades to black with Sally still down in the ring.