Asylum 12/9-Cleveland, Ohio

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Ida Maria's “Bad Karma” blares over the speakers as fireworks shoot out of the stage. The fans are on their feet, fired up.

Nailz: We are LIIIIIVE from Cleveland, Ohio! I am Russ T. Nailz, are you ready for the final Asylum before Christmas Chaos?

Beckett: And as always I am Steve Beckett.....

“Under and Over It” by Five Finger Death Punch hits over the PA system as Johnny Knuckles comes walking out to a sea of NO REACTIONS! He looks on confused and throws his hands up as the Dark Match Championship hangs off of his shoulders from corner to corner with the entire crowd not even acknowledging his existence.

Beckett:.....and just like that I lost my boner.

Nailz: Wow, never in my life have I ever seen a crowd so silent and emotionless as ANY wrestler came out.

Beckett: Why should they? Knuckles is a thief and belongs in jail. How he still has a job is beyond me.

Knuckles makes his way to the ring very confused. He walks over to the announce team, as he always does to shake their hands, but they sit back in their chairs ignoring him. Knuckles grabs the mic and jumps into the ring.

Knuckles: What the hell is this shit? I come out to defend my Dark Match Championship for you people and you won't even boo me? *sigh* I guess I can't really blame you. After all; some random guy shows up and claims that I took his identity and what are any of you supposed to believe?

Beckett: I can't believe you wouldn't even shake this guy's hand. Aren't you supposed to like him?

Nailz: I tell it like it is. Besides, I didn't see you jumping up to shake it.

Knuckles: Regardless of the situation, I have decided to re-instate the 24/7 rule to the title and will defend it right here and NOW against the person who I feel deserves a title shot. This man ended up throwing away his chances at a title and now I wanna' give it back to him. A former member of the second string of Dangertainment, I give to you all.......SHANE BORDERLAND!!

“Wanted Man” by Rev Theory blares over the PA system as the crowd actually cheer for him to show up and get this nobody out of the ring. After a few moments, the music shuts off as nobody came out.

Nailz: Cold feet perhaps?

Beckett: Doubtful. He probably doesn't want to tarnish his reputation with such buffoonery.

Nails: What reputation?

Knuckles: Shane?! Cmon', let's go....

“Wanted Man” by Rev Theory blares over the PA system a second time as nobody comes out yet again. The fans begin to boo since nobody will come out and put Knuckles in his place.

Knuckles: Shane, don't puss out in two title matches in a row now. Cmon'!!

Out from the crowd, Jason Kash runs into the ring and blasts Knuckles with a rolling forearm to the back of his head. Knuckles stumbles forward and turns around to see Jason Kash rushing at him. Kash leaps off his feet going to hit a U.T.I. but Knuckles ducks the Jumping Neckbreaker and hoists Kash up onto his shoulders for the BROKEN PROMISE. Kash slips down to the front, grabs Knuckles head and spikes him head first onto the canvas with a forward face slam, his new move “THE MARK OF JASON”. He goes for the pin:

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The winner and NEW Dark Match Champion, JASON KASH!!

Beckett: HOLY HELL!! Kash just capitalized on Borderland's no show. First Keaton Saint, Now Jason Kash!

Nailz: Kash nailing Knuckles with that “Mark Of Jason” really caught him off guard and off balance.

Beckett: Yea, I wonder what his excuse will be this time around. Or maybe he'll just create a new championship.....heaven forbid.

Nailz: Well, now that that strangeness is over, folks, we have an action packed night of wrestling for you! With two weeks to go until Christmas Chaos, and Sally Talfourd defends her title tonight against Aubrey J. Parker, and Phil Atken is the special guest referee!

Beckett: And to counterbalance that, Phil Atken takes on Jason Kash in what should have been our opening contest, with Sally Talfourd as the guest ref! How will they call it with just two weeks before their APW World Heavyweight Championship match at Christmas Chaos!

Nailz: Also, we get a rematch from the last Asylum, as Johnny Knuckles takes on Chris Strike! Knuckles came up victorious two weeks ago, but Strike is out to prove it's a fluke!

Beckett: War Ensemble takes on the Dying Breed, and we have the last two seeding matches for the Tap Out title Tournament!

Nailz: With just two weeks to go before Christmas Chaos, Asylum just keeps on giving! Stay tuned!

Fresh from ringside, Jason Kash bursts into the hallways backstage. He has the Dark Match Championship dangling in his hand as he turns a corner to find Mr. Dangerous and a referee staring at him. Kash spins off a rushing Dangerous and breaks into a run to get away from any extra matches. As he cuts down the hallway, he ducks into a small crowd of people standing at a concession stand. All of them staring up at a monitor so they don't miss any action but their cheers break live as Kash tries to blend in with them. Some patting him on the back and shoulders as he stands there and looks down at the Dark Match Championship.

JKash: This belt is garbage..Oh good DAMN! Hellrrr!

Kash ignores the belt, slaps it over his shoulder and steps up behind this female. He smells her hair and begins to whisper something to her but she turns around with an angry expression on her face. Ears pierced a hundred different ways, she looks Indian. Her lightly tanned skin looks so smooth.

Female: You're in my personal space. MOVE.

JKash: Whoa pin cushion! Chill out, I was just trying to make nice. Are you Indian, I like Indian women..HOW! Serious though, I'm a Champion again see?

Suddenly sounding proud of his Dark Match Victory, he adjusts the belt on his shoulder and holds his chin up as if to gloat. The female steps in closely, her eyes wild and a bit crazy like as she places an open palm against the plate of the Championship.

Female: I'm Gypsy and I have a present for the "Champion".....Ouuuijaaaa!!!

Kash comes back down to reality and steps away from the weird chick as he felt heat come from the belt on his shoulder. He pulls it from its position and looks at it before returning his eyes to the female.

JKash: What the hell did you just do?!

She moves closer to him now looking rather welcoming to his warmth as she presses her body against him and whispers loud enough for the audio to pick up.

Female: You wanted something to remember me by right? Instead of my panties, I leave you with a Gypsy Curse...

JKash: What? So you are Gypsy, I thought you looked the part. I seen that one movie...Wait, you cursed me!?!

She leaves the line, losing her place but also leaving Kash with a perplexed look on his face. He looks down at the Dark Match Championship and shrugs his shoulders before leaving down the hallway. He drops the Dark Match Title into a big garbage bin as he leaves the scene. Asylum cuts to it's first commercial break.

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Nailz: Welcome back folks. After the utterly bizarre going-ons with Johnny Knuckles and Jason Kash, there's been even more weirdness here in APW. One of the most popular shirts as of late has been Yarmouth's "Fella?" shirt. Unfortunately, it was found out as the arena doors were opening that all the Yarmouth Shirts in stock were stolen!

Beckett: Who the heck would steal two thousand Yarmouth shirts!? Who would even need two thousand Yarmouth shirts!?

‘Four on the Floor’ by Spiderbait hits the PA, the crowd looks all over the place, looking for a sign of what’s happening. Up on the stage, the screens a montage of action shots of the best and brightest of Asylum - Talfourd, Strike, TJ, Saint - plays across. The crowd goes wild once they realise who is about to come down to their ring.

Nailz: Here we go! The Four Pillars are here! I guess we’re about to hear …

Beckett: What we’ll hear is whether TJ has joined up with the group. Everyone here is dying to know! You’ve called them the Four Pillars but we still don’t know if they’re still just three.

Out onto the stage comes Chris Strike and Keaton Saint, each posing out for the fans on either end of the platform. Then, between them, comes Sally Talfourd, already in her referee gear, leading TJ out. The crowd is up on their feet, cheering and hollering for the group. They come together and the three confirmed members flank TJ on his way to the ring.

Stenfelder: Making their way to the ring right now: The Four Pillars!

All four members are up on the edge of the ring, posing out for the fans again. Every steps aside for TJ to step through the ring first, and as he does the crowd cheers and cheers loud. Then, the rest follow him in, chatting amongst themselves and trading slaps on the back. Sally, with her world title slung over her shoulder, catches the mic from Stenfelder, then waits for the crowd to settle down.

Sally: Thank-you, thank-you all. Just by listening to you all now ... I know you’re already appreciating what we here are trying to do!

The cheers start up again, an applause rolling around the arena.

Sally: I know you appreciate us because we know what you want. And we know what you want to know first and foremost ... you want to know what this guy has to say!

Sally comes alongside TJ, wraps an arm around him and pulls him in close.

Sally: Everyone wants to know if TJ here is ready to help us. To make Asylum better. Everyone wants to know if the Four Pillars ... if they have their fourth pillar? But I’m not going to talk over him. I’m not going to talk for TJ. We’re all about giving a voice to the voiceless here in APW. Giving those that deserve the spotlight their chance in it. So, TJ ... take it away …

Sally hands the microphone over to TJ, then steps away, giving TJ his first moment in the spotlight.

TJ: Ah, well, hey everybody. How is Cleveland doing tonight?

The crowd pops for their hometown.

TJ: Good, good. Well, apparently, I’m quite the focus of everyone for the last two weeks or so. Will I join? Won’t I join? A lot of people asking why I joined or why I didn’t when I haven’t gave my answer. See, I’ve been around this business for about eight years or so and a lot of people have dubbed me a rising star, which to me, hurts because it tells me I never made it anywhere before. Nowhere I’ve been mattered before. Nothing I’ve done mattered before, it didn’t count. Well, it hurt me that people basically ignored all the good feats I’ve accomplished, but there was one person who knew of my past and recognized it. The champ here, oh yea, there’s two in here. Sheesh, this is quite the group huh?

Another cheap pop from the crowd, showing their love of Sally, Saint, and Strike.

TJ: This is the champ that recognized.

TJ points over to Sally, who feigns embarrassment.

TJ: Sally Talfourd knows what I’ve done and that I can do it again in APW, so when she went to Saint and Strike and then had them find me, which really isn’t that hard, I was nervous a bit, but up to the challenge. To be involved in a group with some of the biggest, best, most recognizable names in this business, and not just be involved with, but be viewed as an equal in their eyes. It undoes the feelings I previously mentioned. That’s why I am a Pillar for Asylum so that one day people like me, the guys who’ve made it places that “never mattered” will be recognized for their talents. I am the final Pillar. We are The Four Pillars

The crowd is on its feet again! TJ has joined! All four huddle together, then come up raising each other’s arms. As the crowd starts to settle down, TJ hands the microphone over to Saint, who looks over to his crowd.

Saint: What TJ just told you is a truth similar to those of many wrestlers in APW and beyond. There are countless great athletes out there who have yet to see the spotlight in the way that the four of us have, and for TJ that spotlight only really shone on him in the last couple of weeks. Was it because he wasn’t deserving of it? Not at all. What TJ just told you all is something that will hopefully resonate in the hearts of many wrestlers who still feel they’ve got more to give to this sport. What I’m about to say should resonate in the rest of them.

Saint walks over to a corner and begins to sit on a turnbuckle. He ushers a cameraman in to get a better angle of him before he looks out to the Cleveland fans.

Saint: As an active wrestler I’ve rarely been out of the spotlight I made my debut in 2008 against someone who everyone in APW is very intimate with, Level One. Before I came to APW I was a star in the indies, I was a known in the Experts and I can safely say that the spotlight was on me before I officially signed for APW at the start of this year. TJ’s been professional for longer than me and yet I’ve been in the headlines for longer than he has. I was gifted an opportunity as a wrestler and was given another one when I didn’t have to fight for recognition like so many others have done. The view from where I’ve been in my career is good but I don’t want to be the only one enjoying it.

Saint gets back down from the turnbuckle and walks back over to the group. Saint looks back at each member of the group before he turns back to the camera and continues.

Saint: Sally came to me with something that would change the status quo in APW, something that would provide a spotlight on those that have been struggling to make it into the light. I’ve had two weeks to consider why I would call myself a part of this group, it took me two seconds to find an answer. We are the foundation for a better brand of wrestling, a chance to prove that Asylum has the talent and the tenacity to provide the best wrestling in APW and in the sport. I am a Pillar because I am willing to hold the weight on my shoulders so that others can get into the spotlight, come and enjoy the view with us. I am a Pillar for Asylum, I am the one that cannot be broken. We are the Four Pillars.

Saint finishes with a smile, knowing the the crowd is more than ready for the changes that he has planned. As he looks around the arena, everyone is on the edge of their seat. Strike comes up behind him, giving him a pat on the shoulder. The two trade mics and now it’s Strike’s turn.

Strike: We are the Four Pillars. We cannot be broken. We know - as much as you all know - that there are going to be people that are going to try and break us. People are going to try and stop us from giving you all what you want. But that’s precisely the reason I’m here with these people: Because we need to take a stand. Take a stand against all the ‘that’ll do’ attitude that surrounds this place. Asylum deserves to be better. You fans deserve to have it better. And we’re bringing you that!

Strike looks from Pillar to Pillar, each trading a nod with the other.

Strike: I’ve always fought for what’s right. So have these Pillars. We know that this is right. We know that this fight is the right fight. Fighting for you, fighting for Asylum, fighting for APW. We’re here and we’re ready to take the fight all the way to the top. It started last week. It continues next week. Then Christmas Chaos ... then Survive and Conquer ... then all the way to Rasslemania!

The crowd is on its feet here again, all standing to applaud these three men who have spoken. Finally, the one who started this steps forward to take the mic from Strike. The two trade some words, Sally lets out a big laugh, then comes to take in all of the atmosphere.

Sally: Fans, I was listening to you. We were listening to you. We’re here, together, to bring you what you want. You wanted the best megastars and you’ve got them. You wanted the best Asylum, and you’re getting it. And you wanted the best matches. Well, we’re bring you that tonight. World Heavyweight Title match on Asylum tonight! Who would have ever thought that would happen? And only two weeks before the final pay per view of the year where Phil Atken is the only guarantee in one hell of an exciting match!

You fans are getting the best. It started last week when the best talent APW has gathered together. This week, you’re getting the number one title on the line between two of the best wrestlers than you have demanded. You’re getting these men fighting for something. You’re getting the best matches you can get out of us. Tonight ... tonight is your night, fans. Sit back, relax, and enjoy everything that we’ve got in store for you!

"Four on the Floor" hits the speakers again as TJ, Keaton, and Chris all give Sally high fives before leaving the ring. Asylum cuts a backstage split screen, showing Phil Atken and Jason Kash both walking towards the ringside area.

Nailz: Jason Kash and Phil Atken will go at it with Sally Talfourd as the special guest referee after the break!

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Asylum comes back on the air with "Four on the Floor" still playing, and Sally standing in the middle of the ring, ready to officiate the upcoming match.

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the special guest referee, and the APW World Heavyweight Champion, Sally Talfourd!

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm out of my, out of my mind
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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.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 230 pounds, from Houston, Texas, “The Influence” Jason Kash!

Nailz: Kash was just out here wrestling for the Dark Match Championship, but to be honest, it wasn't much of a match!

Beckett: You're right. Kash may be technically wrestling two matches in a row here, but he shouldn't be in that bad a spot heading into this bout with the #1 Contender for the APW World Heavyweight Championship, Phil Atken!

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.

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: Making his way to the ring, the most excellent, the most marvelous, the most splendid #1 Contender for the APW World Heavyweight Championship, weighing in at 192 pounds, from Glasgow, Scotland, “The Unfortunate” Phil Atken!

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

Nailz: Atken is two weeks out from the biggest match of his career, and just look at the hole Sally is staring into him!

Beckett: If looks could kill!

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. Sally calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Phil Atken vs. Jason Kash
Special Guest Referee: Sally Talfourd

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The match starts fast and furious, with Kash jumping right towards Atken, and Atken retreating to the ropes as often as possible. After about a minute of Kash trying to get at Phil, and Phil calling for the rope break, Sally gets in between the two of them and pushes Kash back, while telling Atken to get out of the ropes. As Sally is pushing Kash back, Atken reaches over and gives him a Thumb to the eyes. Atken is quick to follow up by running to the opposite ropes, and takes Kash down to the mat with a Running Knee Clip! He follows up with a few ground stomps, and tries to dictate the pace of the match by wearing down Kash's legs with various strikes and submission holds, but Kash keeps on fighting through it. The momentum changes as Atken telegraphs an attempt at a Backbody Drop, Kash puts on the breaks and gives him a Snap Spinning Fisherman Buster! Throughout the contest, Sally Talfourd has remained impartial.

Nailz: I really got to hand it to Sally, she's been calling this match right down the middle!

Beckett: If Sally had any guts, she'd screw Atken right over in the middle of that ring! Get in his head, y'know!

The match continues one with momentum change, after momentum change, even as a match can be. At one point, Atken catches Kash in a School Boy, along with a handful of tights, 1
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Nailz: Good job by Sally to catch the cheating!

Atken is up to his feet immediately to argue with Sally, calling her claims of his cheating poppycock, and swearing up and down that he would never do anything of the sort! While Atken has words with Sally, Kash comes up behind him, rolling him up with a School Boy and a handful of tights as well, 1
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Beckett: Atken and Kash both tried to pull a fast one, but Sally stayed on top of things, making sure neither one could cheat to win!

The fight continues for the better part of 10 minutes, with both men coming up groggy. Kash goes for the Kash Money Elbow, but Atken ducks it, and locks on a Sleeper Hold from behind! Kash looks to be fading fast, but he tries his best to fight out, giving Akten a few elbows to the midsection, breaking the hold! Kash immediately pulls Phil in for the Mark of Jason! He goes for the cover, 1
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Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by submission, “The Unfortunate” Phil Atken!

Nailz: A huge win for Atken heading into the World Heavyweight Title match at Christmas Chaos! And Sally called it right down the middle the entire time! But in the end, Atken left no room for judgment, as he forced Jason Kash to Tap Out!

Beckett: That makes Kash one and one for the evening!

“Heavyweight Champion of the World” hits the speakers as Sally goes to raise Atken's arm, but he has none of it, snapping his arm quickly away from the guest ref. Dickwood slides into the ring to raise Atken's arm instead. Sally just shakes her head and leaves Atken to celebrate his victory in the ring.

The cameras cut backstage, where the Yarmouth merchandise is scattered all over the ground. A tall, dark figure stands above the shirts, their face concealed with a black mask. Next to him is a gasoline can and lighter placed next to it.

Nailz: We have heard that before the Asylum show has started tonight that someone has stolen all of the Yarmouth merchandise from the stands and we can see all the merchandise placed on the ground.

Beckett: I like this guy already.

The person in the mask begins to speak in a deep voice that is slightly distorted.

??: What a night hey everyone? Did someone other known as Yarmouth cry these last few weeks because some German guy threw a C4 explosive on his head during the Japanese Deathmatch at One Night In Hell and costing him the match? That's what you call a weak man. While Stefan has been gone. Yarmouth suddenly gets these title shot opportunities to which we all know clearly he didn't deserve at all only because of what this guy did to him recently. Are you serious?

Nailz: I got a bad feeling about who this might be.

Steve Beckett: Who The Green Goblin?

Nailz: Don't be stupid Steve. My gut feeling is that it could that German idiot returning tonight.

Steve Beckett: Now you are being stupid because he sounds nothing like the Killerplauze! Shut up and let this guy continue talking.

??: I mean why is this Yarmouth guy getting handed not two but three title shots lately? First of all it was the chance to be the number one contender for the heavyweight title which he failed big time with and then the chance to be the number one contender for the tag team titles yet again with a retarded Meltdown tag partner god knows who the fuck Evan McDonald is which again he screwed up and now I am hearing that he gets the chance to face Julius Farquhar for his Tap Out title at Christmas Chaos? Makes even me wanting to throw up as well as this Stefan dude does. I can see why he doesn't like Yarmouth.

The crowd is dead silent during the whole thing.

??: Since I am not going to be a scared bitch unlike a certain owner is. I am going to unveil myself who has stolen all the Yarmouth merchandise right now.

The guy unzips his mask, revealing himself to be Stefan Raab. The fans immediately begin to boo like mad.

Nailz: That no good Stefan Raab! It was him who stole all the Yarmouth merchandise! I knew it. He should be ashamed of himself especially that President Jeff told him to think about his actions towards people in APW. This man is so selfish.

Beckett: What an absolutely genius plan by this man much better than the one that Yarmouth did a few weeks ago playing as Santa. Do you honestly think that Stefan would even listen to Jeff or anyone in the back on the things he said at One Night In Hell?

Nailz: He's obsessed with getting rid of Yarmouth, largely because he can't stand Yarmouth's use of the word Fella! Not to mention how he has it out for President Jeff as well.

Stefan then continues to speak in his normal voice that he usually speaks in.

Stefan Raab: That's right rejects. I am back after being suspended by the ducking bitch known as President Jeff a month ago at One Night In Hell Pay Per View but I won't talk about the stupid owner tonight.

Stefan takes a break from talking as he was pouring the gasoline on the stolen Yarmouth merchandise that he had done before the doors for the Asylum event opened with a sick smile on his face as he gets a flag out of his pocket that made up of three different nations of United Kingdom for Yarmouth, Canada for President Jeff and America for his opponent tonight.

Stefan Raab: Tonight I am addressing Yarmouth. So you finally found your balls and actually want to take me on in a match because of me throwing the C4 explosive to your head? I have wanted you in the ring one on one for a long damn time and yet only a few weeks ago that you now clearly want me in the ring? Of course you are going to get me bitch because if there is one thing I hate about you is the fact that you are nothing more than kissing everyone's asses and it gets worse that not only you kiss Jeff's backside but you seem to do a really good job with that with Reginald Schmidt as well. What I am going to do tonight to this piece of garbage merchandise along with the three nations flag is I am placing them here on the floor outside the parking lot and I am going to burn everything because everyone is getting bored of you taking up TV time all the time and how you think you make money to which you don't at all.

He even poured gasoline on the flag as well as he also picks up an electronic lighter as he went down on one knee with a huge grin on his face addressing three people tonight looking at the stuff that he had placed on the floor.

Stefan Raab: You see as people may have heard that during the suspension that I got from wrestling on APW. I wasn't one of those guys that was sitting at home watching TV or in case of what Strike said about me entertaining people in Germany. No what I did was I went on a wrestling camp for a month and learnt a lot of new moves including two brand new finishers which one of them will be unveiled tonight and quite a few submission moves as well. Sadly though that the teachers pet Yarmouth won't be the first to experience the moves I learned a lot from that camp I was in.

The fans were booing him even more as he just didn't care what the fans think of the whole thing. He continues to speak.

Stefan Raab: The first person to witness my new finishers and my submission skills is my opponent tonight Slade Craven who is just as big of a scared bitch as President Jeff is only that he wanted out of the Tap Out title tournament because he lost a match with Keaton Saint. How we should feel sorry for him. Oh hell no I don't because I wouldn't be moaning about having a chance for a title shot. Instead you got to face me in a extreme rules match which is perfect for me because I am very good at these type of matches and I pushed Johnny Knuckles to his limits. I really hope that you can just screw up time and time again like you are good at doing because you will be prepared to be Raabinated by The Killerplauze just like how Yarmouth will be when I face him soon and to President Jeff too. Say goodbye to your flag Americans, Canadians and Brits because it will be the last you will see this flag ever again likewise with this pathetic Fella merchandise.

Stefan then puts the lighter onto the flag along with the Yarmouth merchandise as suddenly they go up in flames as he laughs out really loud watching everything burn into pieces. Raab continues to laugh like a madman as Asylum goes to a commercial break.

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The Asylum Crowd erupts as backstage interviewer Jack Spade catches up with “The Smooth One” prior to his Tap Out Gauntlet Match with the Big Fella – Yarmouth.

Jack Spade: Welcome to Asylum Smooth!

The Smooth One: Thank you Jack! I am really excited to be here and I am looking forward to my match! It is a real honor to be in the Tap Out Gauntlet series and facing a tough tough competitor like Yarmouth. I plan to make my debut in Asylum a memorable one.

Spade: Well Smooth how are you planning to approach your match with this Man-Beast?

Williams: I am going to definitely try to keep this from becoming a brawl. That type of match lends itself to Yarmouth and I want to keep this match on the mat and use my superior wrestling ability.

Spade: AND???

Williams: C’mon Jack and can’t give up my whole game plan….HA HA HA!!
Well you haven’t been in the game long, but you’ve reached Asylum rather quickly..What do you think you can bring to Asylum?
Well you can see from the brief time that I’ve been here that I work hard and I am a force to be reckoned with. I am one of the fresh faces in APW and while I am friendly to the cameras I am not just a pretty face. I bring style and substance to Asylum and with my unique brand of speed, agility and power I will give the APW fans all I have and the Asylum roster a lot of sleepless nights.

Spade: Well my friend you have your hands full tonight…Yarmouth is just the start of your night…have a great match!

Williams: This is the new and exciting time for me and I am going to take advantage of this opportunity. You’ll see in a few minutes that I have something for the fans to let them know that ….. THE SMOOTH ONE is HERE…Thanks Jack for your time…and FELLA… tonight…You’ll get nothing….and like it!!

The SMOOTH ONE turns to the camera and strokes his beard and heads off to the ring.

the arena is full of excitement when all of a sudden the lights in the arena go off and for a few seconds the whole place is silenced.

All of a sudden a red spot light pans the fans and they start to cheer and a voice over can be heard coming from the PA system.

Voice over: Lady's and Gentleman please welcome the very next tap out champion your very own Yarmouth!

The lights come back on and "I Don't Care About You," by Fear rages out of the PA system as the fans goes wild.

Steve Beckett: Oh god not this god damn loser again, Who he gonna be this week an elf?

Russ T Nailz: Oh come on give the guy a break, Yarmouth just likes to have fun.

Voice over: Is it a bird, Is it a plane, No its Yarmouth!

The crowd again cheer but no sign of Yarmouth.

Steve Beckett: Where is the big goof ball anyway?

Russ T Nailz: He's there!

Steve Becket looks up to the roof as I am on a high wire in a superman pose sliding faster then a speeding bullet.

The crowd cheer loudly as Yarmouth reaches the ring, Back stage hands untie Yarmouth from the wire as he grabs a microphone from the ring announcer.

Yarmouth: Holy crap, That was fun!

The crowd cheers loudly.

Steve Beckett: What an idiot!

Russ T Nailz: Awwww leave the guy alone, That was one cool entrance.

Yarmouth: Last week I lost to TJ but this week am gonna win against Williams D Williams.

Some cheer and TJ fans boo.

Yarmouth: Yeah I know some of you love TJ hell I like him but he got the best of me yet again but that wont happen at Christmas Chaos I can tell you.

Steve Beckett: Nah, Hes gonna rip ya head off this time.

Russ T Nailz: Will you stop!

Yarmouth: Now some of you may know that my dad is back in town, Man has he been working me hard.

But hey that's good for me, I need to stay focused in my matches and not get distracted, That is what cost me but not this time.

Williams fella, You have debuted at the wrong time, I am much better, Feel better and am eager to win not just beat the shit out of you but win!

Steve Beckett: What his Dad been back for one week now he thinks he can win, Give me a break!

Russ T Nailz: I think hes gonna do it!

Yarmouth: My goal is to win every match and not moan like a bitch when I do lose, If I do lose then I will get back on my feet and crack on with it.

Steve Beckett: Ouch! That's a stab at one of the fellas in the back.

Russ T Nailz: Hey stop using Yarmouth's catch phrase.

Yarmouth: that been said back to the match, Williams You really think that you can take out the monster that is Yarmouth?

I think not young blood, This is my time to shine fella, My time to win the match, My time to be a Champion, Not you, Not TJ and not Jewls its me all about me.

The Yarmouth fans cheer and the TJ fans boo.

Yarmouth: Boo all you want but I tell you all I will be the next tap out Champion!

"I Don't Care About You" hits and Yarmouth climbs the top turn buckle to pose for the fans.

Nailz: Well fans, up next we certainly have an interesting turn of events as Yarmouth and William D. Williams Jr.... The Smooth One himself duking it out to see who enters the Tap Out Gauntlet at the start and who positions themselves. Now Mr. Williams didn't start out as competitor in this gauntlet, but...

Beckett: But Slade Craven up and quit the gauntlet and left a young hopeful to scoop up the spot. I admire Slick Willie's corpse picking potential.

Nailz: As my colleague has implied, Slade Craven asked to be removed from Tap Out Title contention and Asylum newcomer, William D. Williams has been slotted in his place.

Beckett: There's been a lot of call ups recently, and William D. Williams Jr best step up if he wishes to stand out amongst them.

Nailz: With that said, let's take it over to Adam Stenfelder for the introductions.

As the “Smooth Operator” blares through the arena..when the chorus hits the line “Cause I’m so SMOOTH” out comes the SMOOTH OPERATOR himself…..dressed in an brown tights with “TSO” down the right pants leg…”The Smooth One” peers across the arena to a mixture of boos by the men and screams of passion from the ladies. As he gingerly strolls to the ring “because someone so SMOOTH moves very slowly”

Stenfelder: The following contest is a Tap Out Gauntlet placement bout. Introducing first, he hails from Hollywood, California, he is THE SMOOOOOOOTH ONE... WILLIAM! D! WILLIAMS! JUNIORRRRRRRR!

Nailz: And there he is, the Asylum fans getting a first glimpse of the man who was causing quite a stir over on Meltdown.

Beckett: And quite a stir in some of the ladies in the audience's pants...

Nailz: Yes, thank you for that image.

He finds one beautiful lady in the crowd and kisses her on the cheek…enters the ring and stands in the middle extends his arms and basks in the aroma of impending victory.

Beckett: Oozing confidence, this one.

Nailz: Well, this is an important match, obviously the big decision happens later in the TJ/Julius Farquhar/Keaton Saint bout but placement is important and if Mr. Williams wants to earn himself some Asylum gold, he's going to have to chop down a giant.

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

Yarmouth vs. William D. Williams Jr.

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Nailz: Well, Williams gives up the height and weight advantage to Yarmouth, it should be interesting to see how this one goes.

Beckett: Starting with a lock up? Against Yarmouth? WHAT IS HE THINKING?

The bell rings and Williams immediately goes toe to toe with Yarmouth, challenging him to a lock up which Yarmouth dutifully joins in on. Yarmouth makes great use of his weight advantage, easily overpowering the smaller Williams, sending him flying backwards into the ropes. Williams rebounds off the ropes however and before Yarmouth knows what's what, he finds himself being drop kicked right in the knee. Yarmouth staggers down to bended knee and Williams keeps up his attack, seeing the opening and kicking Yarmouth square in the back of the head. Yarmouth collapses like a sack of potatoes but Williams still doesn't let up on the attack, driving a series of vicious knees square to the back of the giant. After around knee number 5, Yarmouth finally has enough presence of mind to roll of the the way and on the sixth knee drop, Williams meets nothing but mat, giving Yarmouth some breathing room.

Nailz: Williams showing some real fire on his Asylum debut, I've rarely seen anyway take a fight like this to Yarmouth, he staggered the giant right out of the gate.

Beckett: And yet confidence got the better of him, he left Yarmouth with enough time to recover and a recovered Yarmouth is a dangerous Yarmouth.

As Williams clutches his knee and rolls around the mat a little, Yarmouth uses the time he's bought himself to use the ropes to pull himself back up by himself, of himself and for himself. As Williams gets back up to an even base, Yarmouth lays in wait and as Williams turns around the face Yarmouth, he is met with a giant boot to his face, sending him tumbling down to the mat. Yarmouth clutches his back in pain after the boot but manages to shake off any side effects of Williams opening assault so that he can focus on the task at hand. Yarmouth picks up Williams from the mat and slams him back down to the mat with authority using a side walk slam, Williams is out cold on the mat and Yarmouth signals that he's about to choke a fella. Yarmouth dives in but Williams manages to kick Yarmouth out of the way, Yarmouth goes in for a second attempt at locking in his submission hold but Williams once again kicks Yarmouth away, this time sending him in the ropes.

Nailz: I think Yarmouth thought he had this one in the bag but Williams is showing that there's still fight in him yet.

Beckett: If Williams wants to avoid entering this Gauntlet first, he has got to keep Yarmouth off of him because if Yarmouth locks in that choke of his, there is no way I can see Williams getting out of it.

Yarmouth rebounds off the ropes just as Williams begins to lean up, trying to pull himself up off the mat, instead though, Yarmouth looks to boot his head square of his shoulder. Williams sees this coming however and ducks out of the way. Yarmouth skids by Williams as Williams leaps to his feet. Before Yarmouth is even realising what's happening, Williams pounces and nails Yarmouth with an inverted backbreaker. He doesn't leave it there however as he locks Yarmouth up in the Smoothed Out submission hold. Yarmouth holds out for a good twenty seconds, trying to power out of Williams hold but Williams has it locked in tightly. Yarmouth stretches out his massive arms towards the ropes but falls just short of reaching them. With no way out and the pain intensifying from the hold, Yarmouth has no other option than to tap out.

Winner: William D. Williams Jr.[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner... by submission... WILLIAM! D! WILLIAMS! JUNIORRRRRRRRRRR!

Nailz: Impressive Asylum debut here for William D. Williams...

Becket: Junior.

Nailz: Yes, junior. Thanks for that. He has positioned himself well for the Tap Out Gauntlet he finds himself in at Christmas Chaos but it's a very different story for Asylum's beloved fella, Yarmouth. If he wants his hands on that Tap Out Championship, he'll have to run the whole gauntlet.

Beckett: He'd have a more productive time selling fella t-shirts out of the back of his van at Christmas Chaos.

Yarmouth leans up against the ropes, clutching his back in frustration as the referee holds up Williams' hand in victory.

The scene switches to backstage, where none other than Chris Hart can be seen walking towards the arena! His presence elicits a cheer from the crowd!

?: I’m sorry, you look a bit lost. Is there something I can help you find?

Hart opens his mouth…but is instantly silenced when he faces the one asking.

Callahan: Taken too many shots to the head, haven’t you? Forgotten what day of the week it is? It’s not Thursday, Chris!

Michael Callahan grins as he steps into the light of the parking lot. Hart’s eyes shoot around him, scanning the parking lot for anyone around.

Hart: And you’re not who I’m here to see.

Hart sidesteps…but Callahan steps as well.

Callahan: Well, then that’s a problem. See, I’m a very influential man, Chris; I determine who walks in and out of these doors. Sure Reginald runs the show, but after all the bad decisions he’s made lately…for how long? Might be time for a new management; maybe a mutual friend of ours?

Hart freezes, his eyes locked on Callahan.

Hart: I hope you didn’t come cheap for Kurt; that’d be a shame.

Callahan: I’m not a man to be bought Chris; I’m just a man that sees opportunity. Kurt and I have a mutual agreement in place; I keep you from stepping your toes out of line, and Kurt pulls every last string he’s got in my favor. Sometimes, it pays to have friends…even foreign friends.

Hart: Then you’ve hitched yourself to a lead zeppelin. You, however, are not my problem-

Suddenly, Hart is SLAMMED to the ground from behind! He tries to push back, but the same man grabs Hart, and throws him head-first into a vehicle! Hart’s head bounces off the side of the car, causing the alarm as the camera faces the attacker:

“The Soul of Philly” TJ!

?: Or maybe he is!

The camera shifts, revealing Kurt Noble, who steps out of a parked vehicle, a smirk written across his face. However, TJ isn’t exactly filled with smiles as he looks down at A crumpled Chris Hart. Noble stands over Hart as Callahan applauds.

Noble: I told you that you weren’t the only one with friends…but I’ve got something better than friends Chris. I’ve got people who have friends. Sometimes, they’ve got to do things they don’t want to protect their friends…and that makes them very, very dangerous. Isn’t that right, TJ?

TJ says nothing as he glares a hole through Noble, who chuckles.

Noble: He’ll come around, of course…once he sees everyone who’s looking to get rid of you Chris. You’re not welcome here, on Overdrive, or in APW…and I’m going to make sure everyone knows it. Two weeks Chris; that’s all you’ve got left. After Christmas Chaos, I won’t be known as the former Undisputed Champion, former Tag Team Champion, or former “hero” of the people…

Noble leans over, right in Chris’s ear.

Noble: I’ll be the man that broke Chris Hart in two…for good.

Noble steps back as Callahan kicks Hart in the stomach!

Noble: Until then Chris…tick-tock.

Noble pats TJ on the back, but TJ roughly rejects his display of affection as he storms off. He looks at Chris, mumbles something, and walks off. Noble and Callahan exchange a grin as the scene fades to a commercial break.

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Asylum heads to the wonderful world of backstage corridors to find Phil Atken stomping around the halls with a look of purpose and determination. He shoves doors open with great force and a concentration never seen before on his facial face, obviously on the hunt for something or indeed someone.

Atken swings around a corner and finally finds his target leaning back against a box of production equipment in a narrow corridor. That man? The man he'd faced in the ring mere moments ago...

Atken: KASH!

Kash jumps off the box, looking ready to continue their fight but Atken throws up his hands, as if signaling he surrenders.

Atken: Kash, relax. I don't want to continue the match. What happened in the ring happened, that's the past now, we need to look together to the future. The future of Asylum!

Kash: The future seems to be up for debate depending on who you ask. Sally would say change needs to be had, Bailey has his own Change in mind. Knuckles wants to beat me for various reasons and I stubbed my toe trying to impress Kaylyn James Evans...ON THE PHONE...

Atken: I'm sorry to hear about your toe but I think we both know what's going on with the Four Pillars, Sally Talfourd is trying to strong arm her way into taking control of this show. I mean, if she really cared about making Asylum the best it could be, why wouldn't she approach you Jason, a man who is the backbone of this show, a man who bleeds and breathes Asylum. She doesn't care about Asylum, she only cares about herself and protecting her spot. Why else would she recruit the fresh off the boat Chris Strike... a man unproven and a man you WILL defeat...

Kash: The Four Cocks and their Man Female Leader can kiss my As--

Atken: The Four Pillars are dangerous to men like you and me Jason, we need to put our disputes aside and look at the immediate thread. If we don't stop the Four Pillars now, we could very well be out in the cold by Christmas. I can stop Sally, you can stop Strike but we need to be united. Now, I'm not going to force a decision from you now but if you think that something must be done, come here in an hour.

Atken pulls a business card out from his trouser pocket and hands it to Kash, as Kash looks down to read it, Atken merely continues on his path, walking down the corridor once more.

Nailz: What is Atken doing?

Beckett: Protecting Asylum, that's what he's doing!

The cameras fade to the back, focusing on what appears to be a congregation of unnamed staff and crew members chatting backstage... But the crowd cheers approvingly as the camera pans over and reveals the temporary number-one contender to the World Heavyweight Title, Aubrey J. Parker having a quiet conversation with one of the off-duty camera men.

AJP: ...and then he was like, 'you can't just bring an otter in here! This is a FAMILY ESTABLISHMENT!' And that's the last time I ever took advice from Johnny Knuckles.

Aubrey and the crew member share a hearty laugh but they're interrupted by a calm, soothing voice a moment later.

: Excuse me.

Aubrey raises her eyebrows and turns around. Cleveland roars as she comes face to face with Anthony Bailey. AJP's look of surprise morphs into a look of skepticism.

AJP: Helloooo...

Bailey: Hey, Ms. Parker. I know it's not technically your first night with us here on Asylum, but I wanted to introduce myself.

Parker's eyes shift downward as Anthony extends his hand, the calm smile still on his face. Parker shakes his hand after a slight pause.

Bailey: Anthony Bailey.

AJP: Sup? And... yeah, I know who you are.

She tries to sound pleasant but Anthony raises a brow once they break the handshake, considering the statement came out as rude.

Bailey: I just wanted to stop by and say that I'm excited to see what you and Sally do out there tonight. I know you guys will tear the house down.

AJP: Ah. Really?

Bailey: Haha, yes. Trust me-- I'm not here to pull the wool over your eyes. The Mike Callahans of this place might pop around corners and try to get one over on you, but not me. I figured I'd do something different and welcome you here with open arms instead of... Complaining about how you're getting this shot.

AJP: Well, I don't know what to say, Anthony.. thank you. It's kind of refreshing hearing something other than negativity for once.

Bailey: I just wanted to wish you luck.

Parker doesn't respond and the two just stare at each other for a moment. Anthony smiles faintly and begins to turn away.

Bailey: I'll see you around, champ.

He only makes it one step away before Aubrey steps forward and calls after him.

AJP: Wait.

With a smile still on his face, Bailey turns to face Aubrey.

AJP: How do you do it?

Bailey: Do what?

AJP: Beat her.

Anthony looks off with a thoughtful grin and then turns back to AJP.

Bailey: I guess you'll have to let me know.

With that, he turns around and calmly begins to walk away again.

AJP: Anthony.

Once more, he turns his head toward her.

AJP: ...I'll see you at Christmas Chaos.

Anthony looks at her, sharing her uneasy gaze for a couple of moments before he laughs lightheartedly and backs away, giving her a pleasant nod.

Bailey: See you at Christmas Chaos.

Bailey turns and walks away. The camera fades to black on Parker's uneasy expression as she looks after him.

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After the commercial break, we cut backstage to Cindy Shannon wielding a microphone ready to interview “War Ensemble” in their entirety. Michael Callahan takes the fore-front of the shot, with GI shuffling uncomfortably in his shadow and Dr. Alexander Gray way off in the background eating an apple silently. Cindy wastes no time getting to the interview, though I must add that although rumours of Callahan injury have been rampant there's a little more than what was initially described. “Torn bicep”, the dirt sheets were saying. Callahan has his left shoulder taped up, a myriad of bruises across his muscular body, a slightly swollen lip and a red mark near his eye.

Cindy Shannon: Ladies and gentlemen, you join me now with two men who won't be competing in the tag team final at Christmas Chaos but tonight WILL be facing men who will be when they clash with Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins, “The Dying Breed”. Boys and girls, Michael Callahan, The GI and Dr. Gray, The War Ensemble.

Michael Callahan: Pleasure as always, Ms. Shannon.

Cindy pauses for a second, eyeing Callahan apprehensively. Cindy is no stranger to Callahan's brand of mockery but she knows that he's a little more open and aggressively antagonistic than sarcastic pleasantries.

Cindy Shannon: Glad to see your taste for mockery hasn't been knocked out of you after your loss to M&M.

Michael Callahan: I mean no ill with my words, Shannon. I am sincere when I say it's a pleasure to be interviewed by you.

Cindy's eyes shot wide in surprise, a mental pane of glass shattering inside her head at the shock. She has to subtly pinch herself to make her realise that this is no dream.

Cindy Shannon: You're not going to make fun of me? Call me incompetent and make fun of my weight?

Michael Callahan: No. Not at all. That would be crass.

Cindy Shannon: Riiiiight.

Cindy turns her attention to the off-camera production crew who simply shrugs. The rather elsewhere Michael Callahan doesn't seem to respond, as if his thoughts are astray.[/color]

Cindy Shannon: Okay, so, tonight you and The GI face off against your arch rivals The Dying Breed, Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins. The tension has been brewing between you two since you set your first steps here in APW and now it's all gonna' come to a head here on Asylum seeing as you didn't make it to the tag finals. How do you feel?

In response to Cindy's question, Callahan engages into another of his typical self-important proclamations but he noticeably lacks his usual fire and vim that he brings to the microphone. Everything seems... forced, almost, like he's restraining himself.

Michael Callahan: Tonight, GI and I are going to go out there and do what we do best. We're going to work as a team, we're going to dissect our opponents and we're going to drop the bomb on their momentum right before the most important match of their tag team careers. We may not have our place in the tag team finals but I'll be damned if we don't throw as many obstacles in their path as we possibly can. Anthony Bailey's constant molly-coddling by management has reached its peak and while I can admit he's done well to make it to the finals and I fell short, I know I'm better than him and I know I'm better than J-HOP. Believe it.

Cindy Shannon: And what does The GI think?

She turns to offer the microphone to GI but Callahan casually side-steps between the two so that GI can't humiliate himself with mumbling.

Michael Callahan: The GI does not think. He reacts. He is a military mind. The procedure has been drilled into him since his first day at boot camp. He will search, he will destroy and he will leave no stone unturned in rooting out our enemies. Annihilation will commence Anthony Bailey. You make a formidable tag team, but we are no ordinary. We have the might of millions, we are an army of two, we are The War Ensemble and we're going to wage a war of attrition that you can not win. Good luck.

Cindy wrinkles her nose at Callahan, baffled.

Cindy Shannon: Now, there's one more thing I wanted to get your opinion on.

Michael Callahan: Anything. Ask away Ms. Shannon.

Cindy bites her lip, anticipating that this next line of questioning might be the one that tugs at his rage strings and brings out the fire in him.

Cindy Shannon: I wanted to know what you think of the situation with Aubrey J. Parker.

Nothing. Silence. Cindy elaborates a little further just in case.

Cindy Shannon: The one that has a world title match tonight...

Still nothing.

Cindy Shannon: Awarded by Schmidt on the merits of her North American championship reign...

Callahan looks at Cindy blankly, then checks his nails on his right hand.

Cindy Shannon: Which is vastly inferior to your Suicidal reign which lasted 210 days, the current longest title reign in Asylum history...

Not even a flicker.

Cindy Shannon: … and she beat you last week.

Callahan yawns noisily into his cupped hand, still waiting for the point.

Cindy Shannon: Don't you feel a little bit slighted here? Why aren't you blowing smoke through your nostrils and swearing to crucify him?

And then Michael does something truly incredible. He stays his tongue, he doesn't speak out of turn. His words sound so well rehearsed, it's like they're straight off a script.

Michael Callahan: Reginald booked the match to put butts in seats. He's done that. There's no faulting his rationale.

Cindy Shannon: That's honestly all you have to say? Last week, you were threatening to quit over his supposed unfair treatment of you.

Michael Callahan: I was sore and immature. All hot air. Heat of the moment poetic. Nothing more, nothing less.

Cindy Shannon: But-

Stenfelder: The following contest is an Extreme Rules Match! Introducing first, the returning "Killerplauze" STEFFAANN RAAAAB!!!

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

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

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

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

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

Slade Craven Versus Stefan Raab

Beckett: Stefan Raab returns to face Slade Craven. This could be a snore fest.

Nailz: It's exactly why this was booked. Giving either of these men a chance to make an impact and get noticed. Slade Craven is someone who might blow up anytime now. Raab is one of the more disliked figures in all of APW. This has people watching!

The bell sounds and Slade Craven rushes across the ring, leaps off his feet and collides into Raab swinging rapid fists. Stefan Raab backs into the turnbuckles with Slade on him attacking like crazy. Body shots, head shots, Raab blocks his face but Slade strikes the blocking hand and continues going crazy with the quick and furious punches. Raab grabs the lower legs of Slade and carries him a few steps out of the corner before dropping back and face planting Slade across the top turnbuckle. Getting to his feet, Stefan Raab is a little red in the face from the barrage of strikes from Slade.

Slade pulls up with the ropes and Raab shoves him standing, Slade's back to the turnbuckles. Raab quickly lifts with a blasting European Uppercut. Lifting Slade up, Raab puts him up sitting on the top turnbuckle. Climbing outside the ring, Raab turns Slade's legs to the outside before he climbs up in front of Slade. Raab sets up for a Superplex to the outside. Slade throws a jab to the ribs and shoves Stefan Raab off the turnbuckles. Raab lands hard to the outside and Craven stands tall, keeping his balance on the top turnbuckle. Facing the outside where Raab is at, Slade flies and comes down hard with a Splash over the body of Stefan Raab and both men feel the impact.

Nailz: Slade Craven putting it to Raab high risk style!

Beckett: An impact from the skies always gets the people watching. Look there are people who were heading out, who are now returning to their seats after that move. Good stuff from Craven!

Slade lifts the ring skirt and pulls out a steel chair and tosses it into the ring. He leans down and looks again under the ring, pulling out yet another chair. Leaving it laying on the ring apron, Slade goes to lift Raab but as Stefan Raab stands bent over. he lifts, twists and slams Slade Craven down with a Spinebuster over the top of the steel stairs. The reaction from the fans turn from cheers to boos instantly as Slade arches and screams from the pain in his back. Stefan Raab looks around at the fans showing him their disapproval. Pushing a hand down into Slade's chest, Raab gets to his feet and flicks his fingers under his chin at the fans.

Beckett: Ohhh he just told them to fu--

Nailz: FUDGE OFF! He is telling them to "Fudge" off, think of the children!

Beckett: We're behaving Food Network!

At ringside, Stefan Raab stomps away at Slade Craven. Ripping him up off the ground, Raab whips Slade hard into the ring barrier and the fans move back. Raab short runs at Slade wanting to clothesline him over the barrier and into the crowd but Slade drops a shoulder and Shoulder Tosses Raab into the crowd and the fans crowd Raab. "The Killerplauze" gets up and shoves a fan back in anger but another fan comes in and socks Raab to the mouth. Another fan stomps at the back of Raab's knee and drops him down onto the knee. Raab goes to punch one of the attacking fans but Security rush in and tackle the assaulting fans. As Raab gets to his feet and goes to attack another fan, Slade Craven comes flying off the top of the Ring Barrier and collides into Raab. They both crash into the concrete, chairs scatter as their bodies hit the floor.

Nailz: Fans hate Raab that much that they'd attack him! He just pisses everyone off doesn't he?

Beckett: Almost as much as you Annoy everyone, sure..

Nailz: Oh shut up!!

Slade pushes off Raab and gets to his feet. He grabs a setup chair and whips it over Raab's downed body a few times. He begins to pile a few chairs onto Raab and then steps back a bit. The fans cheering all around them as Slade runs and hits a Running Senton over the chairs piling on Raab and it sounds like a car crash as the metal bounces off each other and off Raab's body. Slade grabbing at his own back, pain shooting up his spine from his own move, rolls off the pile of chairs and Raab. The security has all the fans back now. Slade Craven moves back to ringside and flops over the barrier and falls to the ring side floor mats.

Beckett: Is it worth the pain to cause pain to someone?

Nailz: In this business, we have Athletes and Entertainers. Both need to be Ironmen of the Ring in order to become a Champion!

Stefan Raab throws and shoves off chairs as he climbs out of the pile. He crawls to the ring barrier and uses it to get him back to his feet. As he pulls himself back to ringside, Slade Craven has grabbed the chair he left on the apron and is now turned back towards Raab. Staying on his feet as he makes it to ringside, Raab turns around towards the ring and sees the incoming Chair and leaps out of the way as Slade slams it down against the ring barrier. Stefan Raab grabs Slade from behind and quickly hits a German Suplex and lays Slade out. Raab gets up and drags Slade up with him only for Raab to launch Slade into the side of the ring. Slade piles at the floor mats right up against the ring. Raab pulls him up enough to roll him inside the ring and climbs up onto the ring apron before entering the ring himself.

Beckett: Raab has this one in the bag! Not as Extreme as some might want but both men will do only what it takes to win this match.

Nailz: I think this match still can change hands, both of them want the impact that can be made from winning this match. Both need to advance their careers and this match is the beginning step to do that!

Raab steps to the feet of Slade Craven and grabs both feet, locking them, twisting them into the Cloverleaf and turns Slade over putting him into a Texas Cloverleaf. Slade screams out and reaches for the good distance ropes. He claws the canvas with what nails he has on his fingers. The referee squats down checking on Slade, asking him if he is going to quit but he refuses. Slade begins to twists his body onto his side and is able to break the submission attempt. He pulls Raab down backwards and locks Raab in a weak attempted Rear Naked Choke. The fans love the change of submissions and begin to cheer for Craven.

He pulls Raab down backwards and locks Raab in a weak attempted Rear Naked Choke. The fans love the change of submissions and begin to cheer for Craven. Raab grabbing at Slade's arm tightly gripped around his throat but reaches up and grabs the referee's shirt. Raab releases the ref's shirt and grabs a handful of Slade's hair behind him. The referee demands the release of the hair but Raab gouges the eyes with a thumb poke to Slade and he releases the rear naked choke. Both men roll away from the other and begin to rise to their feet. Raab gets up first but he's gagging and choking from the submission attempt. Slade is holding his eye, rubbing it from the deep thumb Raab attacked him with. The referee apparently not having seen it watches both men.

Nailz: Who's going to take this, right now, TAKE IT!

Stefan Raab shakes off his pains and comes in fast at Slade. Out of nowhere, Slade Craven goes for his "Click Kick" Superkick but Raab ducks it. Slade spins around and ducks an incoming Clothesline attempt by Stefan Raab. As Raab spins around much like Slade did, Slade Craven upkicks Raab right to the balls and instantly connects with "The Fly Fly" Stunner. The referee doesn't see the nut kick and drops as the fans are left a bit confused by Slade's dirty tactics. The referee begins the count.

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Stenfelder: Winner via Pinfall!! "The Main Man" SLADE CRAAVEEN!!

Beckett: Slade Craven impressed me! That was brilliant!

Nailz: That was a clear kick to the danglers! Raab might not be having any more children after that field goal was made. Looked like a 60 yarder..

As Slade Craven rises, he begins to celebrate and the fans are mixed about his ways of winning. Leaning over the ropes Slade doesn't see Stefan Raab getting to his feet. Raab clobbers Craven from behind and bounces him off the ropes. Flopping to the canvas, Slade isn't aware of who attacked him as Stefan Raab begins stomping him repeatedly. Grabbing a steel chair inside the ring from earlier in the match, Raab lifts it to bring down onto Craven but the crowd erupts in cheers. Raab turns around to see Yarmouth running down the aisle.

He slides into the ring and doesn't even stand tall before he's diving at Raab and spearing him into the ground. The chair falls and bounces off the canvas. Slade Craven slowly gets to his feet and grabs the chair, falling back into the turnbuckles. Yarmouth gets up and rips Raab up with him and the two begin brawling, trading blows. Yarmouth gets the upper hand, whips Raab across the ring and as he comes back off the springboard, Yarmouth hits "The Fella Kick" but no sooner as he brings down his big boot and turns around, Slade Craven clobbers him over the head with the steel chair.

Nailz: WHY SLADE? WHY?

Beckett: Listen to these fans, cheering him one minute, booing him the very next. He likes it, BOO Him more!! He seems to enjoy the boos more than he did the cheers...What a guy!!

Heavily rained boos pouring over him and throughout the arena. Holding the chair in one hand, Slade Craven raises both arms into the air celebrating to the thunderous boos from the fans. He dips out of the ring and lets the chair fall to the ring side floor mats as he exits ring side and disappears backstage leaving both Stefan Raab and Yarmouth laid out inside the ring.

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Asylum once again finds itself backstage with the roaming recruiter, Phil Atken once again on the hunt for a new friend. Atken is casually strolling around the backstage corridors when he spots his next target, Michael Callahan having a casual chat with some of the production crew, leaning up against his Martinez baseball bat as he does so.

Atken spots Callahan and hurries over to him.

Atken: Mike! Hey, Mike! Am I glad to see you.

Callahan: What do you want?

Atken looks a little sheepish but pushes on anyways.

Atken: Look, you know that I cannot stand you and I know you have a particular distaste for me BUT we are facing a far larger issue on Asylum night now. We are about to be locked in a battle for the very heart of the show and I know you wouldn't like Ms. Talfourd to take control of that heart.

Callahan: I know what it's like to have Ms. Talfourd take control of a heart. It's never a positive experience.

Atken: I think we both know that Reginald and Sally have set up this little Four Pillars group to try and shut out threats to their world Mike, threats like me and you. We both don't fit the mold that Reginald looks for in his talent, not like say Keaton Saint, a man who'd happily tow the corporate line so long as you throw him a biscuit every so often. We speak out Michael, me and you, we speak our minds and that frightens them. It scares the living daylights out of them and that's exactly why the Four Pillars has been put together. To try and drive men like me and you off this show. We have to put petty squabbles aside and become leaders Michael.

Callahan: LeaderS?

Atken: Yes, leaders. Plural. We have to work together, we have to stand side by side and make sure the Pillar scourge is destroyed. We have to put up a unified front of defense with men we may not normally align ourselves with so that Asylum may live, we that we may have a future. I've already spoken to Jason Kash and I warn you, I'm going to speak to Johnny Knuckles...

Callahan: I'm not their biggest fans.

Atken: Yes, but we're the ones who have carried this show on our back for a year now. Me, you, Kash, Knuckles, we've done the heavy lifting and now Reginald thinks our sweat is worthless, that the pretty boy crew of Strike and Saint, guys who just jumped off the boat are the true future of the show. That's a slap in the face to all of us and it's one we should not and shall not accept. You know this makes sense Mike, just meet me later.

Atken once again digs into his pocket and delivers to Callahan the same business card he handed to Kash.

Nailz: It looks like Atken is trying to find some competition for the Four Pillars.

Beckett: If I was Sally Talfourd, I'd be watching my back right about now.

We cut elsewhere backstage where we see Keaton Saint putting the final touches on his preparation for the triple threat gauntlet seeding match between he, his new stablemate, “The Soul of Philly” TJ, and the Tap Out Champion, Julius Farquhar. He is taping his wrists as an opening door is heard. The door shuts and into the frame walks “The Soul of Philly” TJ.

TJ: Hey, Keaton, no hard feelings when I get the win and the final spot in the gauntlet right?

Saint chuckles as he finishes taping his left wrist. He puts the tape down on the bench next to him and looks up at the towering fourth Pillar.

Saint: Nobody told me it was comedy hour.

TJ: No joking from me. I’m serious about winning. I want the final spot because it’s hard to beat me fully rested and prepared, to have to go through at least one other person and beat me, damn near impossible. Just because we’re teammates, I’m not taking it easy on you. That’s not what being a Pillar is about, you know that.

Saint nods knowingly.

Saint: It's hard, but it's not impossible. You just said it yourself, it's a good thing we're on the same page about this match. The fact that I don't need to tell you that I'm going all-out tonight, the fact that as professionals we both know that this is a chance to show what the best of wrestling really means.

TJ: The first real chance to show what being a Pillar is all about.

Saint: You’re exactly right. Being a Pillar is about giving it your all. Giving the fans the best match you can give them. And my best match might just be head and shoulders above what you've got on the table. I’m not going into this match to try and figure out what spot works best for me while you win, I’m going to win because that will prove beyond any doubt that I can defeat the best at their best. I'm only going to ask two things of you, give it your all and don't take it too personally if you have to tap to the Clutch.

TJ smiles and nods.

TJ: I won’t and I ask the same of you if tap to the Cheeselock. See ya out there.

TJ leaves the room after Keaton nods in return and starts taping his right wrist as Asylum goes to commercial.

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Elgar's “Pomp and Circumstance March no.1 in D” is playing on the loudspeakers as APW Asylum comes back from the commercial break. “Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar has just entered the ring. “The Soul of Philly” TJ and Keaton Saint are already in the ring as well.

Nailz: Welcome back, folks! We're getting ready for our second Tap Out Gauntlet seeding match of the night! Earlier tonight, William D. Williams secured himself the third entry slot. Whoever taps out in this match will start out the contest, while the winner gets to enter last!

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a Triple Threat Tap Out Rules match! It will determine the seeding for the Tap Out Gauntlet at Christmas Chaos!

With all three competitors in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Triple Threat Tap Out Match
Julius Farquhar vs. TJ vs. Keaton Saint

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TJ and Saint immediately double team the champion, Julius. The whip him into the ropes and give him a Double Back Body Drop, launching him high into the air! TJ and Keaton begin to double team stomp Julius and the match goes on for about eight minutes longer with constant double teamings by TJ and Saint, with Julius getting some offense in here and there. As Julius is downed on the mat, TJ and Saint turn their attention to one another, and they grapple in the middle of the ring. TJ gets the advantage, staggering Saint with a few well timed punches to the face before lifting him up for the Two Handed Chokeslam he calls the Impact Bomb! He then goes to lock on the Half Crab, but Keaton kicks him off with his free leg before TJ can lock it in. As Keaton gets to his feet, TJ goes for a Big Boot, which Keaton ducks under! He responds with a Jumping Armbreaker, followed up with an Armbar on the mat! TJ is gritting his teeth in pain, but eventually powers his way out of the hold! By this point, Julius is back up, and he attacks both men with a running Clothesline. He takes control of the match, trying to keep both men grounded, but not really applying submission moves so much as targeted specific body parts of his opponents. With TJ down, Julius targets the leg with a Jumping Knee Drop, but TJ rolls out of the way at the last moment! Both TJ and Keaton get to their feet at the same time, causing Julius to quake in fear! To try and escape them, he rolls underneath the rope, exiting the ring! The ref immediately calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

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Chase: Julius just broke one of the biggest rules in the Tap Out division, and that is you cannot purposefully exit the ring or toss your opponent from the ring! Julius just got himself disqualified!

Julius is arguing vehemently with the ref, saying that Triple Threat rules dictate that there are no countouts or disqualifications! The ref shakes his head.

Stenfelder: Julius Farquhar is disqualified!

Nailz: So we know that Julius is going to start the match, but what about TJ and Saint!? Who's going to enter fourth, and who's going to enter last?

“Smells Like Teen Spirit/Never Gonna Give You Up” plays as Reginald Schmidt comes out dressed like Santa Claus, and Bambi is dressed as a sexy elf. They make their way down to the ring, throwing green and red bead necklaces into the crowd, while TJ and Keaton stand in the ring. They pass Julius arguing with the ref, and enter the ring.

Reginald: HOHOHO! TJ and Keaton, Santa is hear to set things straight! With that naughty little Julius getting himself DQ'ed, we need to figure out who is going to enter the Tap Out Gauntlet last. So, Santa's sexy little helper here will flip a coin. Whoever wins the toss, gets to enter last!

Beckett: Well this seems arbitrary! But at least we get to see Bambi in that sexy little outfit!

Nailz: Remember, your wife watches this show, partner.

Bambi pulls out a coin from her purse, and shows both competitors the coin.

Bambi: Okay, TJ, call it in the air!

Bambi flips the coin.

TJ: Tails!

Bambi catches the coin, and presses it to her wrist, waiting to reveal it to build a bit of tension. As she pulls her hand away, it's revealed to be tails!

Reginald: HOHOHO! TJ, looks like you're getting an early Christmas Present! You'll be entering last in the Tap Out Gauntlet! Keaton, you've been a good boy as well, so Santa will give you the fourth slot! Best of luck to the both of you!

Reginald and Bambi leave the ring, while TJ and Keaton exchange a handshake, wishing each other luck in the Gauntlet. Julius is still giving the ref an earful at ringside.

Nailz: Well the order is now set for the Tap Out Gauntlet! Yarmouth and Julius Farquhar will start out, followed by William D. Williams, then Keaton Saint, and finally, “The Soul of Philly” TJ! This match is going to be huge!

Beckett: I still don't like the fact this match was decided by a coin flip! What a croc!

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The scene shifts to the outside of General Manager Reginald Schmidt’s office where we find The Dying Breed members Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins standing. Bailey gently knocks on the door and after a brief moment of silence, the two enter at the sound of Bambi’s invitation. They walk in to see Reginald, still dressed in his Santa Clause outfit, with Bambi getting off of his lap. She straightens the skirt on her elf costume.

Reginald Schmidt: HOHOHO! Anthony Bailey, just the man I wanted to see! You and Jair have a seat and make yourself at home. Would you like some hot chocolate?

The Dying Breed sit down in front of Schmidt’s desk, and politely decline.

Anthony Bailey: Good evening sir…Bambi. You wanted to see me?

Reginald smiles and leans back in his chair.

Reginald Schmidt: I most certainly did. I have some good news for you but I also have some bad news for you as well...

Bailey’s entire demeanor immediately changes.

Anthony Bailey: Bad news? On such a big night like tonight? That’s unfortunate…well let me hear the good news first if you don’t mind.

Reginald Schmidt: I don’t mind at all kiddo. Well the good news is that the Food Network executives have been extremely pleased with this whole Dying Breed faction. Ratings have increased over the last few weeks and you all played a role in that so congratulations.

J-Hop’s eyes widen with excitement while Bailey remains reluctant.

J-Hop: Oh wow, that is good news! I’m going to call Krunk later on tonight and let him know.

Reginald Schmidt: Yes, please do. Whatever you all have been doing, keep it up. Since you've been such good boys, would you like to come sit on Santa's lap?

Bailey interrupts.

Anthony Bailey: Hold up J-Hop, not so fast...

J-Hop, Bambi, and Schmidt are all kind of surprised at Bailey’s lack of enthusiasm.

Bambi: Is there a problem Mr. Bailey?

Anthony Bailey: Oh no, not at all. I would just like to be informed of the bad news before I get all giddy. You understand right?

Bambi nods in silence with the “I guess you’re right” look written all over her face.

Anthony Bailey: So what is it Mr. Schmidt? What is the bad news?

Schmidt exhales deeply.

Reginald Schmidt: It’s about Christmas Chaos…

J-Hop: We’re still getting our shot at the Tag Team Titles right??

Reginald Schmidt: Of course you are. You two earned that opportunity fair and square.

J-Hop breathes a sigh of relief.

J-Hop: Okay, just making sure.

Reginald Schmidt: But yeah, about Christmas Chaos….that night you will be….

At the worst timing possible, Schmidt’s cell phone goes off.

Reginald Schmidt: Fellas, if you would excuse me for a quick second, I have to take this call. It’s very important and Santa's been waiting to hear back from this person all day.

Bailey is left hanging on the edge of his seat for the bad news as Reginald answers his phone and exits the office.

Anthony Bailey: Bambi, what is the bad news? This is killing me.

Bambi: Unfortunately, I do not know sir. All he mentioned to me was that he wanted to see you before the night was over because it was urgent.

Bailey strokes his temples in frustration

Anthony Bailey: Well seeing as how I am unaware how long he will be on the phone and since J-Hop and I have an important match to get ready for later, just tell him to see me again before the night is over.

Bambi: I will let him know as soon as he returns to the office.

Anthony Bailey: Thank you. I’ll see you later.

J-Hop: Yes Bambi, thank you for everything.

Bambi: It’s my pleasure. I’m here to serve you and the other Asylum megastars.

The Dying Breed stand to their feet, shake Bambi’s hand, and exits Schmidt’s office as the scene cuts elsewhere backstage.

Knuckles, looking around backstage, turns around only to see Azrael Goeren resting up against the entrance way to the locker room, clapping his hands very condescendingly and with a big smile across his face.

Goeren: Well bless my heart, if it isn't Faux-Knuckles in the flesh!

Azrael moves from the wall and reaches for Knuckles hand, shaking it vehemently.

Goeren: I had to come to Asylum tonight just to tell you how proud I am of you, mein freund. Here I thought you were just some spineless, pathetic joke of a wrestler with no killer instinct to speak of. To steal a man's identity though? A man who trusted in you and confided in you? A man who trained alongside you and who you left to die? That's cold. Nein, that's beyond cold. That's downright vulgar...and I absolutely love it! You should have let me in on it! I could have helped you bury the truth far better than you did on your own! I have resources you know...

Knuckles: I'm so going to make you eat those words Goeren. None of that is true and soon as i figure out how to prove my innocence, you'll be the first person i come to; to get an apology from whether you give it willingly or if i have to beat it out of you.

Goeren: Now, Now...that's just not right. You should be proud of this! You stole a man's life away from him without any remorse or pity. That's how you get somewhere in this disgusting business of ours. That's how you make a name for yourself! Or take a name for yourself in your case.

Knuckles: You don't get it do you? I didn't steal anything from anyone.

The German shakes his head disappointingly and lets out a sigh before placing a hand on Knuckles shoulder. Knuckles flashes him a look and Azrael slowly withdraws his hand.

Goeren: Suit yourself Knuckles. If you want to lie to yourself and try to justify your actions being anything other than selfish, that's your prerogative. Don't pretend to be a saint when you're living a life of sin. Embrace debauchery. You'll find you like it more than you think...

With that, Azrael puts on a pair of red tinted sunglasses and starts strolling away, whistling a tune to himself as he walks off-camera. Knuckles stands there in anger and disbelief. He didn't have time to deal with Azrael now, he had to get his Dark Match Championship back from Kash.

Nailz: A rare appearance for Das Megastar on Asylum. After the break, we've got some tag team action heading your way!

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Phil Atken continues on his backstage roaming vacation, this time attired in a dapper referee shirt in preparation for the evening's main event. He spots his next target for conversation walking around backstage - Johnny Knuckles - looking for Jason Kash to take the Dark Match Championship back.

Phil gently taps Knuckles on the shoulder and Knuckles spins around, looking ready for a fight.

Atken: Relax, Knucks, relax, I don't want your made up little vanity title.

Knuckles: You mean the Catholic Championship? I think your friend has that.

Atken apologises in the most diplomatic manner he can manage, once again throwing his hands up before Knuckles. Knuckles relaxes a little as Atken dives right in to his spiel.

Atken: How are you feeling these days anyway? Doesn't seem like Reginald paid much mind of you after that horrific moment with the television sets. I bet it hurt that your crowning achievement, your baby, the Japanese Death Match Battle Royal was ruined by a last minute usurper called Chris Strike. I bet that really ground your gears, didn't it?

Knuckles: What's your point Phil? I beat his ass last Asylum and got my title shot at Christmas Chaos anyways.

Atken: And then Sally Talfourd stands in front of the fans and lets them know she wants to make Asylum better and she's going to recruit Asylum's best and yet she doesn't come and speak to Asylum personified, she doesn't come and speak to you, Johnny, she instead recruits Chris Strike, the very man who ruined YOUR moment at One Night in Hell, who ruined YOUR crowning achievement, YOUR comeback. That's who she went to Knuckles. That's who Sally Talfourd is. She doesn't have any respect for the people who have carried this show on their back for a long time now, she doesn't respect men like me and you. We may have had our issues Johnny, we may have had our battles and ultimately I may have won...

Knuckles: You won because i allowed it. you won because i instilled in you; that killer instinct that was missing from your repertoire. That absolute desire to succeed at all costs and because of that, you FINALLY became a contender.......your welcome.

Atken: Regardless, I still respect you Johnny, I respect your fighting spirit, your attitude, your energy. I respect what you have done for Asylum and it dismays me to see you ignored by Herr Talfourd. You know what's she trying to do, right? She's trying to take over this show, she's trying to run the place, she's trying to run men like you and me out of the joint. We can't stand for it Johnny, we need to stop the Four Pillars and we need to stand together to do it. Now is the time for action. Join me in the bathroom Johnny. Join me in the bathroom and join me in stopping the Pillars!

Knuckles: Gee, that doesn't sound creepy or nothing.....

Atken swings the bathroom door open and the camera catches a glimpse of Michael Callahan and Jason Kash glaring at each other inside it. Atken heads in to the room, following by Knuckles; who immediately jumps for Kash's throat to take back the Dark Match Championship but Callahan and Atken separate them, the last sight seen before the door swings shut on the camera.

Nailz: Certainly a motley crew that Atken has banded together but how can they expect to stand up against the Four Pillars when they can't stop fighting each other?

Beckett: You have Atken and Callahan in that room, they'll talk Kash and Knuckles around. They know what they're doing.

Asylum cuts out ringside, where The Dying Breed and The War Ensemble are both in the ring. Bailey's music fades out as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

TAG TEAM MATCH
The Dying Breed VS War Ensemble

Nailz: This should be a huge tag team match up! Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins are scheduled to fight for the Tag Team Titles at Christmas Chaos! This will be a big test before the PPV for them!

With the bell rung, the match is ready to get under way. Callahan and GI unanimously agree as standard that GI is to start the match but Jair and Bailey were both eager to be the first to lay into The War Ensemble. A brief discussion ensued but a healthy one. Bailey with all his manners takes to the ring apron and allows Hopkins just this once the chance to kick off proceedings. The GI salutes his adversary much to Callahan's chagrin and The Dying Breed's bemusement and the battle commences. Jair, the smaller of the two men decides to lock up with a collar and elbow tie-up and decides to try and tackle the soldier head on but GI throws his arm to the side and pounces right on him. The two crash to the floor and GI starts throwing fore-arms to a grounded Jair.

Nailz: So as we get under way in this tag team contest, I gotta' ask. What would the ramifications of a loss for either of these teams be tonight?

Beckett: Can't we look it in a positive wave Russ? You're always such a Negative Nancy, a Debbie Downer, a Cindy Sadface.

Nailz: Cindy is spelt with a C though.

Beckett: Not if you're a certain British doll manufacturer. In any case, the ramifications of a win either way are huge. For The Dying Breed, it's valuable momentum going into their tag team championship match at Christmas Chaos. For War Ensemble, it puts doubt over the entire final scenario. Should Dying Breed really be in there, if they can't beat War Ensemble? It's a real knock to the momentum.

GI climbs onto Jair Hopkin's back while he's lying on the floor and starts paint-brushing the back of his head with some harsh slaps with the palm of his hand. The referee tries to break up this mugging but can't really on officiating grounds because they're open handed strikes. Hopkins won't stand for it though and crawls his way backwards out through GI's legs. GI tries to stop him but Hopkins is too quick, springing up to his feet and planting the former marine on his face with a big time dropkick. Bailey looks to Hopkins for a tag but Hopkins denies him only for a second. Hopkins grabs GI off the floor, lays him out with a suplex then drags him to the corner to make the quick tag to Bailey. Both men corner up on GI and start stomping his chest and face repeatedly, making excellent team work.

Beckett: Christ. So much aggression being displayed here by The Dying Breed. It's like a Public Enemy album.

Nailz: Did you really just say that?

Beckett: Damn right.

Bailey continues stamping into GI's chest but the wary GI grabs it and uses his strength to shove Bailey and send him staggering back. GI pounces to his feet and adopts a knife-fighting stance. Bailey throws a punch but GI catches it and lunges with his right elbow, a kick to the stomach and another sharp elbow straight to the head to drop Bailey to one knee. Bailey pushes back to both feet and throws a shot at the face but GI sees it coming a mile away and converts straight into his military Judo, putting Bailey straight onto his back with an over the shoulder Judo Throw called ippon seio nage. GI then locks in a jujigatame armbar and starts to wrench back, Bailey tries to reach for Hopkins but he's too far away and he's too far from the ropes.

Nailz: Great slam by GI, that over the shoulder throw there from his Judo background straight into an armbar.

Beckett: Little known fact, the GI is a fourth dan Judo practitioner having been doing it since he was about five years old and in the army, he was a five time heavyweight champion for the All Army Boxing Team. That's why he can slam a guy like Bailey with as much ease as he did. Jair Hopkins on the other hand, I believe though the court is still out on this one used to street fight.

Bailey tries to kick out for the bottom rope with his foot but finds it just out of reach. Instead, Bailey decides to play a smart game tremors his body to ease the pressure on his arm and weaken GI's grip before slipping his way out to freedom. He bounds to his feet and drops a stiff elbow into GI's chest, GI groaning in great discomfort before Bailey repeats the motion with a sternum crushing shot. He then climbs the Dying Breed turnbuckle and poses briefly for the fans before wowing the crowds with his acrobatic ability, leaping backwards off the top rope with a big time moonsault leg drop right across the head. J-Hop applauds, Callahan groans and Bailey smiles as he hooks both the GI's legs.

Nailz: Beautiful display of agility by Bailey! The Dying Breed could win this one here! Cover!

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TWO!

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KICKOUT!

Beckett: HE GOT IT!

Nailz: Nope, Steve, that was a two count.

Beckett: Awwh man, I thought he had it. Wow! That was close. GI's tough, but Bailey has more than enough offensive capabilities to take down a man like The Soldier of Fortune.

GI clutches his head in agony and rolls onto his side, Bailey grins and tags in J-Hop to continue the assault. GI starts crawling towards Callahan, reaching for a tag but Callahan's not really interested in jumping into the match at this stage. J-Hop grabs his ankle and drags him up into a German Suplex sending him flying back across the ring towards Bailey. GI tries to crawl into the corner for refuge but traps himself as Hopkins makes his advances and drags him up to his feet, lands a sick knife edge chop and delivers a sickening Stinger Splash. GI tumble rolls out of the corner into the middle of the ring as Hopkins climbs the turnbuckle. He points to the sky, lets out a roar and then leaps across the ring onto the standing up GI only to bring him straight back down with a big time crossbody. Double leg hook, cover!

Nailz: Big time crossbody from Jair! Is that going to be all for GI?!

Beckett: I think he got him! I think GI landed on his head and is unconscious!

ONE!

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TWO!

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KICKOUT!

Beckett: Did he get it?! I think he got it!

Nailz: Nope, only a two count again Beckett! Dah!

Hopkins is impressed but he sees Bailey calling him back over for a tag as GI slowly but surely regains his senses and starts trying to crawl his way back to Callahan. Bailey and Hopkins exchange talks, fully aware that GI is getting closer and closer to his tag team partner and ultimately decide to let him, both men wanting a piece of Callahan. GI reaches for the tag but Callahan leans back and refuses, stepping back onto the steel steps out of reach.

Michael Callahan: Get up. It's not my time yet.

GI hauls his tired body off the floor and turns to face Jair and Bailey in their corner. This is basically turning into a handicap match and the two men know it. GI adopts his knife fighting stance once more and Hopkins tags Bailey in. Bailey looks to take on GI in his own game and the two start circling each other, looking for an opening to strike. The tired GI knows that this time Bailey won't throw the first strike.

Nailz: It's a tense stare down as Bailey tries to spy an opening for that amateur wrestling background to come in and GI looks to use his close combat training to his advantage.

Beckett: Yawn. Crossbodies from Jair Hopkins are better.

The two lunge simultaneously but while GI goes for the head, Bailey goes low and pushes GI back to the ropes. GI holds his hands up waiting for the referee to play along and let him out. Bailey slowly with draws then slashes across the jaw of the unsuspecting GI with a stiff elbow almost knocking him out of the ring over the top rope. Bailey whips GI right across the ring looking for him to rebound into something brutal to end the match but Hopkins pulls down the bottom rope and the former Marine tumbles over the top rope and to the mat below. Bailey looks confused but Hopkins screams for him to turn around. He does, only to see Callahan, now the legal man come flying at him with a clothesline from the top rope that brings both men crashing to the ground with a thud.

Nailz: What a ploy! Callahan tagged himself in, Hopkins spotted it but too little too late and now Callahan just hit a huge, rare display of agility to swing the match back into his favour!

Beckett: The man is a genius, I tell it true Nailz. Bailey didn't see it coming.

Callahan slicks his hair back then flashes the trademark grin to Hopkins as he makes his way to the neutral turnbuckle to get some big air once again. Callahan makes the deliberately provocative gesture of covering his mouth with his hand, bobbing from side to side and waving an invisible nine in the air before launching off the top rope with his new move, The Minority Appeal, a sternum crunching ghetto stomp right onto the chest of Anthony Bailey. The crowd boo at the blatant stereotyping as well as the wicked abuse as Callahan goes straight into the cover.

Beckett: WHATAMANOEUVREEEEEEEEEE!

Nailz: Oh dear Lord. What low will Callahan sink to next? That was a vicious double foot stomp, right to the chest! Bailey can barely breathe!

Beckett: I think he has a right to mock gangster culture! Remember the Wu Tang Clan fiasco? COVER!

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TWO!

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THRE-BAILEY KICKS OUT!

Beckett: Was that three?! Surely that was three.

Nailz: Fortunately not, Bailey is still in this!

Callahan is baffled but nevertheless he remains focused. Callahan tries to drag Bailey off the floor but Bailey surges back into life and delivers a big right hand to the face. Bailey runs for the ropes and straight back at Callahan with all the force he can muster for a jumping 180 DDT, slamming Callahan's face square into the mat and knocking him for six. The crowd roar their approval as Bailey scrambles to his feet, pointing to the sky and inciting the fans into a major frenzy for another Callahan ass kicking. Bailey flips off the top rope for The Word of Promise but Callahan ducks out of the way in the nick of time.

Nailz: WORD OF PROMI-NO! Callahan ducks! He dodged a bullet there!

Bailey turns around to face a wobbly Callahan who lunges foreward with a blatant uppercutting low blow. The ref however is distracted on the apron by Dr. Gray who's trying to climb into the ring to assist his political cohort. Bailey wheezes and starts to fall over but Callahan wastes no time in locking in The Victory Lock. Jair Hokins tries to climb in to try and restore justice but The GI grabs his ankle and yanks him off the apron to the floor. Gray climbs down from the apron and sees Bailey ensnared in The Victory Lock, fighting on but knowing that if he doesn't tap soon he'll pass out. Reluctantly, he taps Callahan's fore-arm and the referee signals for the bell and the end of the match.

Beckett: HEGOTHIMWHATAMANOEUVREEEEEEE! GOD BLESS MICHAEL CALLAHAN!

Nailz: A well timed distraction, a powerful low blow and a Victory Lock means The War Ensemble win here tonight!

Winners: The War Ensemble

Callahan releases the hold but it appears that he's not done. The GI throws J-Hop over the barrier and into the crowds and follows after him, following explicit instructions left by Callahan. Callahan signals to Gray who hands him the baseball bat signed by Seattle Mariners Hall of Famer Edgar Martinez and starts going to work on the weakened Anthony Bailey.

Nailz: Oh dear God! Callahan's not satisfied with the victory, he wants to take out Anthony Bailey and make sure he has no chance of winning those tag team championships that he lost out on. What a sore loser!

Beckett: Sore loser? You heard Stenfielder, he won the match! This is revenge for Bailey's constant dismissing of him.

Like clockwork, Callahan repeatedly smashes the bat into Bailey's back who tries desperately to cover himself up from the wicked assault but it's no good. Bailey is soon lying motionless, face down on the mat with a myriad of welts and bruises forming across his back. If nothing is broken, it'll be a miracle.

Michael Callahan: TRY WINNING THE TAG TITLES NOW YOU FUCKING STUPID BASTARD!!!

Nailz: This is sickening! Bailey did nothing to deserve this. Somebody get in there and stop this!

Beckett: J-Hop won't. Him and GI are fighting in the crowd like the homeless over a hotdog! Callahan has just gone Patrick Bateman on Bailey's ass!

Callahan continues until his arms grow tired, a good thirty solid strikes. Puffing and wheezing, he throws down the bat and wipes his sweat matted hair back out of his eyes. He orders Gray to hand him a steel chair and a microphone, then pushes Bailey onto his back with a boot. He unfolds the chair and sets it up over Bailey's chest and shoulders so he can sit down and crush the life out of Bailey, making sure he hears every word. He pulls out a cigarette from his pocket and lights up, taking a hefty drag of tobacco as he addresses the barely conscious Bailey.

Michael Callahan: Got anything else to say Bailey?! Huh?! If I'd have known that this was all it would take for you to finally shut your blabbering mouth, I'd have done this MONTHS ago.

The crowd start booing wildly, Bailey groans and starts to come to as the driving pains in his chest of Callahan's weight on the steel keep him from slipping out of consciousness.

Michael Callahan: For almost a year now, all I've heard from you is constant slander and lies against MY good name! You persisted in humiliating me at every turnpoint, stealing MY every opportunity that I should have had and along the way you took every last opportunity you could find to name-call and rub salt in the wounds! “Weasel” this, “liar” this, “You're two-faced, self-serving, politician scum”! Well seeing as you wanted it so bad?! I thought I'd give it to you, show you what a real bastard I can be! How do you like me now Bailey?! Is this self-serving enough for you?! I have grown sick and tired of my constant benevolence being thrown in my face by the likes of little ingrate punk rats like you, so sick of the constant disrespect that I've been forced to take matters into my OWN hands!

Dr. Gray applauds from ringside as Bailey tries to find the strength to push Callahan off him but simply can't. The bar of the chair across his throat chokes him a little bit more as Callahan takes another drag.

Michael Callahan: Week in and week out, I have had to grind my way against the system to prove that I am pound for pound, the BEST wrestler on this entire roster! I'm not the most flashy, I'm not the most acrobatic, but damn it if I'm not the HARDEST working man in this ring! Nobody puts in 150% like I do, NOBODY. Yet every time, I get slighted by guttersnipes like you and Jair Hopkins, by “The Soul of Philly” TJ, by that hagged, old, has-been harridan Sally Talfourd! For Christ's Sake, Phil Atken is getting a one on one main event match with the champion before I am! Where's the justice?!

The crowd continue booing, especially when Callahan flicks the ash of his cigarette into Bailey's face.

Michael Callahan: Last week after Asylum went off the air, I had a conversation with Reginald Schmidt and his personal security detail. Some of this diplomacy was conducted with fists. Heck, I had to have got these bruises from somewhere right? Schmidt told me that I wasn't a “team player”, that I didn't “toe the line”, that I made things difficult for everybody at every opportunity. That the reason he didn't like me was because I don't “play ball”. Well tonight I played ball, I kept my mouth shut, I came out and wrestled, and now...? I've got you where I want you. I've got exactly what I want. I got to name my opponent at Christmas Chaos and I named... YOU. That's right Anthony, I'M your second opponent at Christmas Chaos. I'm the man that's going to beat the living hell out of you and make everyone see you for the pissant you are. If you think what you're feeling now is pain? You ain't seen nothing yet! I'm going to end your career Anthony Bailey, I'm going to make you rue the day you ever slandered my good name... and that?! THAT?! THAT ANTHONY BAILEY, IS A PROMISE.

Beckett: YES! I LOVE YOU CALLAHAN!

Nailz: Anthony Bailey is going to have two matches at Christmas Chaos and, wait a minute-

Callahan stands up, folds the chair in his hand as Bailey sits up to clutch his chest and wheeze. Then Callahan swings for the fences and damn near decapitates Bailey with a brutal shot with the steel chair. Blood starts gushing out of Bailey's forehead as a grimacing Callahan watches with a grimace. Callahan throws the chair to the mat as “Midlife Crisis” hits the sound system. Hopkins slides into the ring as Callahan leaves, having dispatched of GI in the crowd.

Nailz: Callahan has crossed the line here. To think this was once the man who'd refuse to pick up a weapon, the man who wore an Anti-Abortion, Anti-Hardcore title. Now look at him! This is disgusting! Somebody get help for Bailey!

Beckett: God bless America!

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The Locker room door of Sally Talfourd comes into focus as Asylum comes back from commercial. You can hear voices coming from inside but can't make out what is being said. Light spills from the room as the door slowly opens and APW Suicidal Champion, Chris Strike exits the locker room laughing at something that was said inside. You get a glimpse of Keaton Saint, Sally Talfourd, and TJ inside gathered around probably putting together game plans.

The door closes behind Strike as he adjusts the Suicidal Championship placed over his shoulder. He gets to the corner and rounds it down another hallway. From behind comes quick falling footsteps. Nothing unusual as most backstage workers are busy and running around trying to get things done right for the show. Strike doesn't even take notice to the foot falls until the time to react has passed. Driving a folded steel chair into the left knee of Strike.

Chris Strike: Aghhh!!

The Suicidal Champion bends at the knee and collapses onto the hallway floor. Jason Kash enters the picture carrying the chair used on Strike's knee and Kash drives it down into Strike's gut for further punishment. Strike lets out a gasp of air as Kash unfolds the chair and pins Chris Strike down onto the dirty bare floors of the backstage area.

Chris Strike: You chicken Shi--

Jason Kash: Ah, Ah, Ah...Tsk, Tsk. Not a very promising position for you to be talking so much shit. Doing my homework on you I found an old injury. Think of my surprise when I found out a GOD can be injured..I just HAD to test it out and my...It worked beautifully..

Kash sits down reversed onto the chair. His gut to the chairs back, he stares down at Strike who is pinned under the chair and Kash's weight. Kash has a foot pressed onto Strike's left inside knee and puts weight on it every so often.

Chris Strike: You're gonna be sorry when I get off this ground. Know that I'll be hunting now Kash..

Jason Kash: You and the Gangnam Clan I'm sure but here's the thing...I want to be hunted, that makes the game oh so much better! For if there is nothing to have fun with then what is there really other than your hyped name for me to rip from you? This title?

Kash leans over in the chair to grab the Suicidal Championship that feel next to Strike as he hit the floor. He looks at it and stares for a moment as if lost in his thoughts. Chris tries throwing Kash, bucking him like a bull but Kash stands and falls with a stomp onto Strike's left knee. Strike gasps and groans from the pain.

Jason Kash: I just recently got a new belt but I WANT this one back and I'm going to take this from you. It comes back home to where it belongs..Do you want to know my plans for it? Heh...Twice Ove--

HHEEEEEEE--HAAAAWWWWW!!!!

Trying to scramble, Kash doesn't move in time as Knuckles from behind comes in hard with a "Donkey Punch" to the back of Kash's head. Kash slumps forward and the back of the chair crashes down into Strike's face. Knuckles walks over Strike to pin Kash and try to retain the Dark Match Championship but Chris Strike lifts a right leg and up kicks Knuckles to the groin. Pushing himself up, Strike grabs the Steel Chair as Kash staggers to his feet and turns right into a stiff Chair shot from Chris Strike. Johnny Knuckles scoots away and scrambles into a run away from Strike. Security rushes into the scene and makes a wall between Strike and the laid out Jason Kash. The scene cuts back to ring side with Strike looking pissed off and wanting to get at Kash.

Nailz: Chris Strike vs. Johnny Knuckles, after the break!

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"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.

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…hailing from the Bronx, New York and weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds, he is the Dark Match Champion…Joooohhhnnnnyyyy Knnnuuuccckkkllleeeessss!!!

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.

“The God of Thunder” Chris Strike emerges from the curtains, with the Suicidal Title around his waist, 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.

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 removes his belt and 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…

Stenfelder: And his opponent…hailing all the way from São Paulo, Brazil and weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds, he is The God of Thunder and the APW Suicidal Champion…Chhhhrrrriiiisssss Stttrrrriiiiiikkkkeeee!!!

Nailz: Two champions are scheduled to face off one on one right here tonight in Cleveland. What an awesome prelude to Christmas Chaos this is going to be!

Beckett: Umm Nailz…you do know that Knuckles is not an actual champion right? I mean President Jeff, Schmidt, or anybody never officially sanctioned that belt. And not to burst any bubbles since I am in the holiday season spirit, but it won’t ever be sanctioned as long as these men are still living and running APW.

Nailz: Of course I know that Beckett but according to Knuckles himself, he is the best champion on the entire APW roster. And speaking of Knuckles, as of recently he has come under much skepticism for potential identity theft. Is Johnathan Sorrentino the man that he truly claims to be?

Beckett: My guess would be no not at all. Any man who is willing to stoop so low and “create” his own championship belt is less than a man to me. This has to be one of the most foolish things I have ever seen in the history of Asylum.

Chris Strike vs. Johnny Knuckles

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As Knuckles tries to hype up the fans in attendance here at the Quicken Loans Arena but fails horribly, Chris Strike attacks his heedless opponent with a hard Mongolian Chop. And another one! And another one right after that! Strike with an irish whip on Knuckles….Knuckles bounces off of the ropes….dragon screw by Chris Strike! Getting back on his feet quickly, Chris Strike grabs the legs of Johnny Knuckles and applies an elevated Boston Crab looking to put his opponent away pretty early in the game. Knuckles promptly scrambles a few inches towards the ropes and throws his left arm over the bottom one while Strike immediately releases the hold. Strike attempts to drag Knuckles to the center of the ring by his legs but Knuckles holds onto the bottom rope for dear life. After a minor struggle with one another, Knuckles twists his body sideways to get free and then manages to send Chris Strike stumbling backwards with a kick. Knuckles knows that his window of opportunity to rebound is very microscopic, so he hurriedly rises to his feet and nails Strike with a forearm smash. Knuckles lifts the much smaller Strike up with ease…vicious cradle neckbreaker by the Dark Match Champ on the Suicidal Champ!!

Nailz: Knuckles defeated Strike on the last episode of Sunday Night Asylum. Though his means of winning are debatable, do you think that the result will be any different tonight?

Beckett: Hopefully not. As goofy as he is, I hope Knuckles wipes the mat with that pretty boy Chris Strike again! He did it once so I’m pretty confident that he can duplicate his success for a second time.

Knuckles stomp to the hand of Chris Strike as he tries to regain his composure and stand to his feet. Another stomp…and another! Knuckles stomp to Strike’s other hand as Strike falls chest first into the mat curling his hands. Not wasting any time, Knuckles delivers a falling headbutt to Chris Strike. Knuckles lifts Strike up from the mat and whips him into the ropes…as he bounces off of them, Knuckles performs a well executed flapjack. The crowd begins to rally behind Chris Strike as Knuckles gains the upperhand and tries to shun any signs of a second wind. Knuckles picks Strike up from the mat once again…Knuckles with a suplex attempt but Strike holds onto his jean shorts. Knuckles tries for another suplex but this time Chris Strike musters up the strength to reverse it, hitting a suplex of his own! Strike and Knuckles both stand to their feet simultaneously but Strike is the first to rush to the offense as he hits Knuckles with a sleeper slam! Legdrop by Strike across his opponent’s neck and as he stands, he surges to climb to the top turnbuckle. With flawless vertical posture and his back turned towards Knuckles, Strike leaps off of the turnbuckle and lands a moonsault right across the body of his fallen opponent, Johnny Knuckles! Strike stays on top of Knuckles for the pin as the referee begins to count.

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Strike, now on his feet, drops an elbow straight into the chest of Johnny Knuckles and Knuckles rolls over in pain. Hitting Knuckles with a few stomps in his midsection, Strike picks him up from the mat. Knuckles tries to fight back with a few stiff jabs to the face of Chris Strike, but he successfully defends himself. One handed bulldog by Chris Strike! Strike goes for a double arm backbreaker but somehow Knuckles manages to flip him over his back. Knuckles mounts Strike and begins to pummel him in the head with repeated punches. Knuckles picks Strike up by his hair and whips him into the opposite corner turnbuckle…NO! Chris Strike reverses it and sends Knuckles crashing into the turnbuckle back first!

Strike charges towards Knuckles running full speed and nails him with a hard clothesline. The force makes Knuckles stumble forward a bit while leaving the turnbuckle fully exposed. Strike notices this and once again climbs to the top rope, but this time facing Knuckles in a sitting position. Knuckles is still within his reach so Strike stretches out to grab him and tightly wraps his right arm around his neck. Strike uses both of his legs to push himself off of the middle rope…diamond dust…NO!!! Knuckles reverses the move while Strike was in mid air and hits a piledriver instead!! The crowd is shocked by the retraction. Knuckles lifts Strike up…BROKEN PROMISE!!! The Suicidal Champ is out cold as Knuckles grabs his leg and covers him for the pin.

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Winner: Johnny Knuckles[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, Joooohhhnnnnyyyy Knnnuuuccckkkllleeeessss!!!

"Under and Over It" begins to blast through the PA system once again as the referee hands a satisfied Knuckles his Dark Match Title and raises his hand in victory. The crowd erupts into both cheers and boos.

Nailz: Another win by Knuckles over Chris Strike! And as you can see, Knuckles is leaving ringside and trying to drum up some more cheers. But I think that the fans are a bit hesitant given his recent identity theft allegations.

Beckett: It’s all allegations until he’s proven guilty!! We live in America for crying out loud! You can’t convict the innocent. Congratulations to Johnny Knuckles though! Sally might have to find herself a new “pillar,” because this clown Strike is crumbling oh so fast.

Asylum goes to a commercial break as Johnny Knuckles walks up the ramp and heads backstage with the Dark Match Title draped across his shoulder. A disappointed Chris Strike slowly walks up the ramp after him and he is dragging his Suicidal Title. Once Strike approaches the curtain, he disappears behind it.

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Standing in front of the locker room of Sally Talfourd, Chris Hart looks nervously around before rapping twice on the door. Shuffling nervously as the door opens Sally leaps out and startles Chris.

Sally: Boo!

Chris shakes his head as Sally leans against the door frame.

Chris: Hey kiddo!

Sally: I was wondering how long it’d take for you to come back around here.

Chris nods at her as he takes a look around.

Chris: I know, I know. Can you blame me?

Sally: No, not really, especially after last week.

Chris: I know. I don’t want to do this but I don’t think I have a choice.

Sally: No, not really. You just have to get it done. What’s up though? I know Chris had said you were gearing up for some big battle but you said he’s got one shot. What gives?

Chris: I don’t think that’s going to happen. Call it a gut feeling but I don’t think it’s going to matter what happens at Christmas Chaos. As long as I walk out alive, Kurt’s not going to be happy.

Sally smiles at Chris as he turns and looks around at him.

Sally: And you want me on your side?

Chris: Yeah.

Sally: I’ve known Kurt a lot longer …

Chris: He’s not the same anymore though.

Sally pauses for a moment as she steps into the hallway.

Sally: I’ve got your back Chris. I can’t speak for anyone else but talk to Keaton, talk to TJ. If you’ve got Strike and I on your side, I’m sure they’ll join.

Chris: Thanks Sally.

Chris smiles for the first time as Sally blushes slightly.

Sally: Just take care of business Chris.

Chris nods his head before turning on his heels and walking away as the scene cuts away.

The scene opens up outside of the door of a locker room with the door labeled as AUBREY J. PARKER. The crowd roars in anticipation and the door is gently nudged open, revealing the team of M&M-- Meltdown's APW North American Champion, Logan Alexander, and the temporary number-one contender to the World Heavyweight Title, Aubrey J. Parker! We are apparently a few seconds into a conversation.

AJP: I just don't have a good feeling about this. I don't like Atken being out there.

LA: I know what you mean... I'm starting to get rather jaded on the whole guest referee concept myself... I don't know if you or Sally should be more concerned though.

AJP: Who knows? If I win, that gives Phil another escape method at Christmas Chaos. For a while, at least, he could try to pit Sally and I against each other... But I don't see why he'd want to face two opponents. It's an elimination match... The hide-and-seek method only works for so long.

She folds her arms and sighs.

AJP: I don't like the smell of whatever this is that I'm about to walk into. Sally doesn't have to worry about failure. Even if she doesn't win, she's guaranteed a World Title match at Christmas Chaos. There's no advantage for me in sight out there. I don't like this feeling...

Logan glances away from her for a few moments.

LA: Considering the number of screwy events that have been going on in APW in general, I agree with you. I haven't had a good feeling about your match since it was announced. It's a golden opportunity for you... but it just feels like a setup. I don't think it's on the level when they matches are put together like this when you have someone like Phil Atkin with the authority. Heck, even I was suspect when I called a match two weeks ago.

You're just going to have to go and do your best out there. I have no doubt that is what you were going to do anyway, just don't let this whole guest referee thing get to you the way it's gotten to me.

AJP nods and stares off for a few moments before she turns to Logan.

AJP: I'll do what I can. I don't... I don't want to walk out of here without that title, dude.

The crowd cheers at Parkers statement and she sighs.

AJP: I'm not walking out of here without beating her.

Logan looks at Aubrey and smiles.

LA: Then just go out there and make it happen. I know you can do it, and if not, you're going to show that you deserve to be in this match and that you are a bonafide World title contender who can hang with the best around.

AJP: Well.

Aubrey climbs up to her feet, giving herself a once-over and then turns and looks at Logan.

AJP: Not gonna find the answer to that sitting in here, are we?

LA: Only if it's falls count anywhere. But I think I missed that particular announcement, so you should go out there and be with your adoring public and give them a reason to cheer.

Aubrey laughs at Logan's statement. She looks ahead at her tag team partner for a moment before she turns and makes her way out of the door. Logan follows shortly after.

Beckett: It's time for our World Title match!

Nailz: This is going to be huge. Aubrey J. Parker challenges Sally Talfourd for the World Heavyweight Championship next!

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Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... And it is for the Action Packed Wrestling WORRRRRRRLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMMMMMPIONSHIP!

The lights begin to dim in the arena as spotlights begin to fly around all up and down the joint.

Stenfelder: Please welcome at this time, the special guest referee... PHILLLLLL ATKENNNNNN!

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, in spite of the referee's garb beneath. 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.

Nailz: Well, here comes our special referee... And I guess Hank and Dickwood are joining us, as usual.

Beckett: Well, why the hell wouldn't they?! Phil's vulnerable out here. He's going to be supervising and overseeing everything in this match. What if Sally tries to attack poor Phil while he's checking on Parker? She's spiteful, you know. Just like all women.

Phil hops into the ring as Dirk and the tall, bald and rather mean looking Hank take their place near the announce table. Phil carefully passes his shimmering robe into the hands of Dirk, smirking at the crowd as he adjusts every small wrinkle in his referee's outfit.

The haunting and brief vocals of Tina Malia penetrate the arena through its sound system and the crowd erupts as "Nothing Has Been Broken" by Bassnectar blares throughout the arena, causing neon strobes to dance through the crowd. Their reaction only grows louder as Aubrey J. Parker steps out onto the ramp, accompanied by Logan Alexander, standing with a hand on her hip as she surveys the masses.

Stenfelder: Introducing the challenger, hailing from Pleasanton, California, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds, accompanied to the ring by Logan Alexander... AUBREY J. PAAAAARRKKKERRR!

With a small nod and a smile, Parker skips all the way to the side of the ring, hopping up onto the apron, sliding across with one hand gliding across the middle rope and one pressed to her lips before blowing a long and sensual kiss to the audience, earning a series of cheers from many men and women alike. While Logan applauds her from ringside, AJP steps into the ring and the camera pans out to show her reveling in the adulation of the APW faithful. She makes her way to the turnbuckles, hopping onto them to continue playing to the lively audience before her music inevitably fades and she prepares for competition.

Nailz: Cleveland, Ohio is hot for Aubrey J. Parker in tonight's main event! Could her in-ring debut on Asylum be what so many people have predicted it could be? Could Aubrey J. Parker really walk out of Cleveland and into Christmas Chaos as our new World Heavyweight Champion?

Beckett: Russ, not many have really been able to defeat Aubrey since her debut here. The only notable blemish on her record is a loss to the man that's accompanying her to ringside tonight.

Nailz: And for those keeping score at home--if you remember, that loss was delivered in a highly controversial special referee match for the APW North American Championship.

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

Stenfelder: Making her way to the ring this evening, hailing from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at one-hundred and forty pounds, she is the APW World Heavyweight Champion... This is SALLLYYYY TALLLLFOURRRRD!

Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, waving to the crowd as she is announced. When that's done, she dashes up the steps, hoists herself over the top ring and bounces to the center of the ring. Ripping the World Heavyweight Title from her waist, she holds it high above her head and poses for the crowd as the lights return to normal and the music fades out.

Nailz: And there’s the World Heavyweight Champion! She survived One Night in Hell! She survived the Elimination Chamber! Sally Talfourd is no stranger to the main event and tonight, I think she’s going to give Aubrey J. Parker the biggest challenge of her entire career.

Very, very hesitantly she hands the title to Phil Atken. Atken looks at the belt for a moment with a smirk on his face. He looks up into the glaring eyes of Sally, and then over at Aubrey, who is shifting her gaze between the two of them, analyzing. Phil turns and hands the title to the timekeeper. The crowd still cheers for the adorable Sally as she starts to stretch for the match. Aubrey leans casually in the corner, staring at her.

Beckett: Who do you like in this one? Tell me.

Nailz: I’ve got no idea!

Beckett: Why do I even ask?

Nailz: Remember-- if AJP defeats Sally tonight, the World Heavyweight Title match at Christmas Chaos becomes a three-way elimination match. There’s no way Phil Atken wants that.

Beckett: Give Atken more credit, you maroon. He beat the former World Champ, Anthony Bailey last week!

Nailz: Yes, he certainly did some form of that. Michael Callahan also illegally clubbed our champion in the face with a baseball bat, if I recall.

Finally, Phil Atken calls for the bell and the crowd roars as the two women make their way to the center of the ring.

Main Event
APW World Heavyweight Championship
Sally Talfourd © vs Aubrey J. Parker

Nailz: And here we go! It’s the match everybody’s been begging for, for months! The first ever womens’ World Title match. Sally Talfourd-- Aubrey J. Parker!

Beckett: Cleveland’s electric! Look at these women... Circling each other, watching one another like hawks. I can’t look! Yes I can!

The two women, for nearly a minute just continue to size each other up, circling the center of the ring, closing in one each other inch by inch until the crowd grows restless...

...Only to erupt into roars as the two women lock up. For a while, they match even, struggling against each other in a classic collar-and-elbow, but soon, the slightly larger, and vastly taller Sally Talfourd begins to force Aubrey J. Parker toward the ropes. Aubrey is shaking as she tries to fight her off, but Sally proves too powerful, and shoves Parker into the ropes. Parker rebounds and shoves Sally. She tries to take her down with a Spear, but Sally drops to her knees, keeping Parker in a front facelock. She wrenches her neck and forces her to her feet, but Parker immediately hits a Northern Lights Suplex! She bridges for the pin, but Sally bridges out of it and forces Parker back to her feet in a gutwrench hold! She hits Parker with two knees to the sternum and forces her into the corner. Sally runs at Parker for a running high knee, but Parker moves out of the way. Sally stops herself before hitting the corner and turns to face Parker. The two women return to the center of the ring.

Nailz: And so far, things are even.

Beckett: Is that your heart I hear pounding?

Nailz: Um. Possibly.

They lock up again. This time it’s Parker who gains the advantage by dropping to her knees and taking Sally to the mat in a Fireman’s Carry followed by a Rear Chinlock with body-scissors. Sally breaks the hold within five seconds with two hard elbows to Parker’s temple. Both women roll to their feet and Sally delivers a backhand chop to Parker’s chest. Parker staggers back and Sally hits four more, knocking her all the way to the ropes. She Irish Whips Parker across the ring and catches her on the rebound with a Dropkick! Sally shoots the ropes, but before she has the chance to properly rebound, Parker is already back to her feet and hits Sally with a high-angle Dropkick! The crowd cheers as both women roll back to their feet. Parker goes to set Sally up for a Corkscrew Neckbreaker, but Sally twists Parker around and counters into a Backslide Pin!

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Nailz: And Sally almost ended it right there!

Beckett: Haha, would’ve been a tough break for AJP.

Both women are to their feet again and Sally charges Parker for a Clothesline. Parker hits the oncoming Sally with a kick to the midsection. Sally drops to her knees and Aubrey shoots the ropes, nailing a Shining Calf Kick! Sally is dazed but back up to her feet before Aubrey can capitalize on the maneuver for a pin. She swings at the oncoming Parker for a Lariat but Parker ducks under her. She hits the ropes and Sally turns around into a Leg Lariat from Parker-- but she throws Parker overhead! Parker lands on her feet on the mat. She turns around and catches Sally’s foot as Sally goes for a stomp to the midsection. Sally spins around and catches Parker with a kick to the jaw, nailing the Dragon Whip! Parker falls to the mat and Sally covers her, with Atken once again in position to make the count.

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Nailz: Not quite! But again-- fantastic positioning by Phil Atken.

Beckett: I don’t understand why this surprises you so much. He’s the perfect official.

Aubrey is up to her knees and Sally gets to her feet. She shoots the ropes and hits a Leg Drop to the base of Parker’s neck, driving her face-first to the ground. She stalks Parker and then does the same thing a second later. Parker lies on the mat and Sally lifts her up before nailing a Half Nelson Driver. She pins her.

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Nailz: And now the World Champion is firmly in control. There’s been a steady assault on Parker’s neck!

Logan Alexander watches on, calmly from the outside as his partner tries to fight to her feet. Sally lifts her up in a front face-lock and despite the shots she receives to her ribcage, plants Parker with a Facebreaker DDT! Aubrey rolls toward the ropes, a hand to her jaw in pain. Sally Talfourd stalks, making sure she’s behind Parker until Aubrey finally turns around, staggering right into Sally’s attempt at that Double Knee Facebreaker!

Beckett: Implant Buster!

Nailz: No-- Parker reverses it!

Parker captures Sally’s legs and within seconds is able to turn her over and lock in the elevated Boston Crab, driving her knee into Sally’s upper spine-- a submission hold she calls the Happy Crab! Sally shrieks in the hold and immediately claws toward the ropes. Parker keeps the hold locked in, keeping Sally planted for upwards of ten seconds before Talfourd begins covering ground. Parker staggers and transitions the hold to a regular Boston Crab. Sally reaches... and finally grabs the bottom rope...

...But Atken doesn’t inform AJP! He watches as Sally suffers in the hold for about five more seconds before Logan yells to Aubrey from the outside that Sally’s in the ropes. Aubrey turns, seeing Sally on the rope and then releases her. She gives Atken a curious look. Atken raises both hands, defensively.

Nailz: Now, what was THAT exactly?

Beckett: It was Aubrey taking her sweet time releasing the champ. She’s lucky Atken didn’t disqualify her.

Nailz: ...Right, right...

Aubrey tries to pull Sally up, but Sally shifts her weight to grab Aubrey’s arms and send her flying between the bottom and middle ropes to the outside! Aubrey lands hard on her back on the ground below and lies there for a moment with the wind knocked out of her. Sally stares up at the lights for a few seconds and then rolls out of the ring. She Irish Whips Parker spine-first into the edge of the ring apron first, and then rolls her back into the ring, quickly shooting the far leg for the pin and grapevining the close one.

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Nailz: Again, so close!

Beckett: Parker hurt Sally’s back, so I think Sally just tried to even the score. Just like a woman-- exacting revenge.

Sally sits on one knee for a moment, gazing at the stirring Parker. She walks toward her-- and in an instant, Parker hops off of the canvas and lunges at her, taking Sally down, first with a single-leg takedown and then a hard elbow directly to the jaw! Sally goes stiff at the shot and lies on the mat in a daze. Parker rolls her onto her back and locks in the Camel Clutch! Sally’s eyes widen in a mixture of anguish and surprise. She reaches toward the ropes, but they’re several inches away. She grunts and uses all of her energy to crawl and grab the bottom rope again. This time, Atken immediately shoves Aubrey off of her, threatening disqualification! Aubrey glares at Atken, but goes right back after Sally, lifting her to her feet once she’s away from the ropes and driving her down with a Snap Suplex. She doesn’t break the facelock and transitions herself and Sally back to a standing position, hitting a second Snap Suplex! Aubrey keeps the hold and lifts Sally up once more-- and then nails a Corkscrew Neckbreaker! She covers Sally!

Beckett: Aubrey just stole the Danger Zone!

Nailz: Aubrey has been known to use that modified Corkscrew Neckbreaker for quite some time now as well-- but Atken’s not making the count! What the hell’s he doing?!

Atken is screaming at Logan Alexander... Demanding that he leave ringside! Atken yells for Logan to go to the back. Logan looks up at him in confusion. It is only a second later that Hank leaps up from his seat and shoves Logan toward the ramp. Logan glares at Hank, showing no fear, but realizes that he has no choice. He eventually turns, shaking his head, and makes his way up the ramp while Cleveland boos Atken for his decision.

Nailz: You’ve gotta be kidding me. Logan Alexander did absolutely NOTHING. He wasn’t interfering in this match!

Beckett: He’s from Meltdown! Why is he even out here?

Nailz: He’s the other half of M&M. Why are Dickwood and Hank out here?

Beckett: They’re the other half of Phil.

Aubrey turns Atken around and questions several of his calls. Eventually Sally climbs to back to her feet and Aubrey runs at her, going for a Tornado DDT. Sally shoves Aubrey off and Aubrey hits the ropes back-first. She rebounds into a Spinning Wheel Kick! Soon, Aubrey finds herself grounded in a neck scissors hold. Atken threatens to count every time Parker’s shoulders hit the mat, but she keeps one off. Soon, she begins to fade, and has to crawl toward the ropes, slinging her foot over the bottom after a while. Atken slowly begins to administer his five-count, but Sally breaks at the count of one. She lifts Parker up in a standing headscissors, delivering a hard double stomp to the ground, wrenching Parker’s neck! Parker drops to her knees and Sally shoots the ropes, returning with a knee strike to Parker’s jaw! Parker hits the mat and Sally makes the cover, hooking the far leg.

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Sally lifts Parker up once more and nails an arm-wrench followed by a short-arm clothesline! She lifts Parker up into a second, and finally a third! Sally goes out to the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle. She perches herself on top and leaps off for a Diving Leg Drop-- but Parker rolls out of the way! Sally lands hard on the canvas and shakily gets to her feet. Aubrey J. Parker shoots the ropes and goes for the Leaping, Snap Reverse STO she calls the Makeunder!

Beckett: Makeunder!

Nailz: Sally reverses it!

Sally throws Aubrey to the ground and waits for her to turn around. Aubrey twists right into Sally’s Swinging Reverse STO-- the Makeover! Aubrey hits the mat and goes limp. Sally pushes her over, hooking the far leg!

Nailz: MAKEOVER!

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The crowd roars as Parker’s shoulder shoots off the mat. Sally raises an eyebrow but smirks as she sits up.

Beckett: AJP just kicked out of the Makeover!

Nailz: This is the World Championship. This is where things get interesting.

She hoists Aubrey up to her feet and Irish Whips her into the corner. Sally charges her for a Clothesline but Aubrey maneuvers herself, swiftly out of the ring between the top and middle rope! Sally stops herself before she hits the turnbuckles, but Aubrey grabs her by the hair and drops down, choking Sally over the top rope! Sally stumbles back and lands in the center of the ring.

Showing signs of pain and exhaustion, Aubrey crawls back up onto the apron and ascends to the top rope. She waits for Sally to get to her feet and then leaps from the top rope, hitting a Flying Tornado DDT! Sally is driven viciously into the mat. Aubrey J. Parker has a hand on her back and groans as she inches toward Sally. Finally she lies across her, hooking the far leg.

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Beckett: Parker’s looking a little frustrated at these near-falls. She can taste the gold!

All pleasantness has left Aubrey’s face. She glares at Sally as she backs to the far corner of the ring, resting one hand on the rope as she motions for Sally to get up. Finally, the World Heavyweight Champion stumbles to her feet and Aubrey charges her, hitting a Shining Wizard transitioned smoothly into a Hurricanrana! She pins Sally tight to the mat.

Nailz: She calls that the Frankenwizard!

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Beckett: I’m about to have a heart attack.

Aubrey buries her face in her arms on the canvas as Sally kicks out, showing the disappointment. She looks at Atken who grins and shows her two fingers. Aubrey turns and lifts Sally up. She positions her for a Suplex, but Sally hits an elbow to the side of the head followed by an Enziguiri! Aubrey falls throat-first across the middle rope and lies there in a daze for a moment. Sally charges to the turnbuckles and springboards over the top rope to hit a Leg Drop to the back of Parker’s head! Parker’s throat snaps over the middle rope and she falls to the mat! She clutches her throat and gets to her feet while Sally goes to the top rope. Aubrey turns and Sally leaps off, nailing a Flying Cross Body!

Nailz: And now the champion goes high risk! Can Sally pull it off?!

Sally looks at the fallen Parker. She then rushes to the ropes, and nails the Springboard Moonsault that she calls the Happy Ending!...

...Right across the knees of Aubrey J. Parker.

Beckett: AJP got her knees up! She blocked the Happy Ending!

Nailz: Parker’s up! Sally’s up, but she’s hurt! The champ is hurt!

Parker measures Sally and then charges her, jumping up and cleanly landing the leaping, reverse Snap STO.

Nailz: Parker hits the Makeunder!

Beckett: AHHHH!

Nailz: The cover!

Phil Atken drops down to make the count.

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Sally’s shoulder shoots off of the canvas and her palm strikes Atken across the nose as she kicks out at the absolute last second! Aubrey rolls toward the ropes, groaning. Atken hops to his feet and calls for the bell, running to the ropes.

Nailz: What? Was-- was that three?

Beckett: I think-- I think she did! I think Aubrey just pinned Sally Talfourd! I think--!

Atken speaks to the timekeeper and points to the two barely-moving women as he says something to him, explaining the result.

Nailz: I guess we’ll find out here in a minute.

Beckett: Ssshhh, listen!

Adam Stenfelder stands up with the World Heavyweight Championship.

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match... AUBREY J. PAAARRKKKER!

Cleveland roars for the announcement, though several do boo, showing loyalty to Sally Talfourd.

Stenfelder: ...However, Aubrey J. Parker has won via disqualification. Therefore, STILL your World Heavyweight Champion, SALLY TALFOURD!

Nailz: Disqualification?!

Beckett: Sally punched Atken right in the face when she kicked out! There was no three count! Look at the replay!

We cut to a replay of Sally’s hand striking Atken before he counts the three on the canvas. We then cut to ringside where a distraught Parker stands on the outside of the ring, gaze downcast, looking at nobody as Atken stands above Sally Talfourd who is climbing to her feet.

Nailz: Sally did kick out at the very last second, and accidently struck Phil Atken. This is a ridiculous disqualification! Not only did he prevent this match from continuing, but he screwed Aubrey J. Parker out of the title!

Atken looks back towards Talfourd and Parker with a wide grin on his face, pointing to his referee shirt once more as Talfourd and Parker still try and digest what happens. This doesn't last for long however as both of them seem to process what Atken just did at exactly the same time and turn their focus towards him. Atken's toothy grin suddenly drops from his face and is replaced by a look of complete panic.

Nailz: I don't think either Sally or Aubrey are very happy about Atken's rash disqualification. They really wanted to test each other and Phil Atken has taken that away from them, not to mention Parker's chance to become World Heavyweight Champion.

Beckett: Phil Atken was upholding the rules and regulations, like a referee should, he was exemplary and I feel that most of the Asylum officials should follow the man's examples.

Nailz: Exemplary or not, it looks like trouble is coming his way.

Atken frantically points to his referee shirt again as Parker and Talfourd edge ever closer, Atken looks behind himself and begins to set one foot of the the ring but before he can take it much further, Talfourd is rushing toward him, pulling at his t-shirt to hold him in place. Aubrey joins in the fun, firing up a fist and drilling him square in the jaw, sending him scrambling to the mat. Atken gets up to his knees and begs forgiveness to the two ladies, neither of them look in the forgiving mood. Sally goes in for an attack but just as she's about to lay into Atken, Aubrey collapses with a thud to the mat behind her. Sally, completely caught off guard by this turns around to find Michael Callahan standing in front of her, Martinez in hand. It doesn't take a great detective to work out what caused Parker's collapse.

Nailz: It's Callahan! MICHAEL CALLAHAN IS HERE! And he has Martinez! He just smashed poor Aubrey J. Parker in the back of the skull.

Beckett: That's what you get for laying your hands on an APW official.

Nailz: Is this what Atken was setting up earlier in the evening? A sneak attack on Parker and Talfourd?

Talfourd looks at Callahan and then quickly looks behind her to see Atken getting back to his feet, the wide smile returning to his face. She quickly processes what's happened, shrugs he shoulders and slugs Callahan square in the face, causing him to drop the baseball bat. She begins to brawl with Callahan but it's short lived as Atken drills Talfourd in the back of the skull with a vicious forearm, sending her down. Like a pack of wolves, Callahan and Atken begin to stomp away at Parker and Talfourd but stop in their tracks as the crowd roars in approval. They look at the entrance way to see Jason Kash running down to the ring.

Nailz: Is this his way of saying “thanks but no thanks”?

Beckett: Kash is a damn ingrate, they should have never approached him.

Kash slides into the ring and Callahan and Atken back away from Parker and Talfourd, Kash runs over to check on them, lifting Parker up and checking to see if she's okay. Satisfied that she'll live, Kash tosses her out of the ring, over the top rope and signals to Atken to pick up Sally. Atken dutifully does so. Gleefully does so, some would say.

Beckett: What an upstanding member of society Jason Kash is! There's intelligence in that one.

Nailz: Phil Atken has been planting the seeds with some of the Asylum roster tonight against Sally Talfourd and the Four Pillars, it looks like it may have paid off. Kash, Atken and Callahan look like they have some bad intentions in mind for Ms. Talfourd.

Before they can take the attack further, Sally's Four Pillars compatriots rush down to the ring, TJ, Keaton Saint and Chris Strike slide in to the ring and face off against Kash, Atken and Callahan. Atken drops Talfourd and turns his attention to her stable cohorts as the six men face each other down. All six men charge towards each other and fists begin flying left and right, none of them giving up any room on each other. As the brawl mayhem is happening in the center of the ring, Johnny Knuckles joins the fray, running down to the ring with a chair in hand. He watches the brawl for a few seconds before lining up his chair and smashing it square in the back of his Christmas Chaos opponent, Chris Strike. Strike collapses to the mat and suddenly Kash and Knuckles catch each others eyes. Knuckles swings the chair at Kash but Kash manages to duck out of the way and spears Knuckles to the ground.

Nailz: This is complete and total chaos. You have Kash and Knuckles going at it, Atken is slugging it out with Keaton Saint and somehow, someway, Callahan is managing to stand his ground with TJ.

Beckett: This is all Sally Talfourd's fault. She claims she wanted to improve Asylum but all she's done is create a damn war zone. She has created this division and any blood spilled from this is on her hands.

Next to join the party is Michael Callahan's tag team partner, GI. He rushes to the ring and smashes a fist into the back of the skull of the monster TJ. TJ turns around to face his attacker but as he does, Callahan and GI knock him down with a high/low sweep. Sally Talfourd slowly struggles back up to her feet and spins Atken around, away from Saint. She lays into Atken with a series of forearms sending him ever closer to the ropes. Saint at the same time rushes over to help TJ from the assault that the War Ensemble is perpetrating on his Pillars' brother. Chris Strike manages to struggle back up from Knuckles' sneak attack and joins in the battle that Kash and Knuckles have been enjoying with each other in the top right corner. Now all three men are slugging it out.

Nailz: There's so many bodies in the ring, it's hard to keep track of what's going on. This is pure, total chaos.

Beckett: And it's not even Christmas yet! We've opened the present early!

Atken's Chief of Security Hank rushes down to the ring and is about to join the action when suddenly his boss lands right on top of him thanks to the actions of Sally Talfourd. Sally sends Atken tumbling over the top rope and on to Hank thanks to a rushing forearm. Atken is quick to scramble back up to his feet and begins to yell at Sally, challenging her to get out of the ring. Sally responds by challenging Atken to get back in the ring.

Nailz: Well fans, you're getting to see a little bit of a Christmas Chaos preview right here. You have Jason Kash, Johnny Knuckles and Chris Strike brawling in the corner and you can see them face off for the Suicidal Championship in two weeks time. Callahan and GI are slugging it out with Keaton Saint and TJ, two men you will see in the Tap Out Gauntlet at the PPV and of course we can't forget the two having a war of words at the moment, Phil Atken and Sally Talfourd will face off for the World Heavyweight Championship.

Beckett: I've just been told we're out of time but I don't see this battle ending any time soon. I think the Asylum line in the sand has been drawn against the Four Pillars. I think that the war has just begun.

The cameras fade to black with Talfourd and Atken still exchanging words, Strike, Kash and Knuckles locked in a brutal battle of fists and War Ensemble taking it to TJ and Saint all to the tune of a manic crowd.

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Quick Results:
Jason Kash def. Johnny Knuckles for the Dark Match Championship
Phil Atken def. Jason Kash via Tap Out
William D. Williams Jr. def. Yarmouth via Tap Out
Slade Craven def. Stefan Raab
TJ & Keaton Saint def. Julius Farquhar, TJ wins coin flip to enter the Tap Out Gauntlet last.
War Ensemble def. The Dying Breed
Johnny Knuckles def. Chris Strike
Aubrey J. Parker def. Sally Talfourd via DQ