Asylum 1/8-Manchester, England

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Pyrotechnics shoot off from the stage, and the fans are on their feet as Ida Maria's “Bad Karma” blares over the speakers. The camera pans the crowd, showing off the signs being held high! There's several derogatory signs about the new APW World Heavyweight Champion Phil Atken, including one that reads “WE WANT A RECOUNT!” There's a row of fans holding up letters to spell out SALLY TALFOURD. There's also a ton of signs for Survive & Conquer. As the fireworks come to a close, the camera rests on the announce team.

Nailz: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the first Asylum of the new year, as well as the first Asylum since a historic Christmas Chaos! All three Asylum Championships changed hands, as “The Soul of Philly” TJ claimed the Tap Out Championship, Jason Kash won the Suicidal Championship, and in perhaps one of the biggest upsets in Asylum history, “The Unfortunate” Phil Atken defeated Sally Talfourd to become the new APW World Heavyweight Champion!

Beckett: However, ol' Phil's nickname turns out to be true, as it's been announced on APW.com that he will be defending his newly won title against “The American Hero” Michael Callahan at the Survive & Conquer pay per view! And tonight, he faces former champ Anthony Bailey in our Main Event!

Nailz: But that's not the only big match we have tonight, as Bailey's tag team partner, Jair Hopkins takes on Callahan in a one-on-one contest, while Johnny Knuckles takes on “The Smooth One” William D. Williams!

Beckett: And our first match for the year is a title match as Jason Kash defends the Suicidal Championship against Aubrey J. Parker, who came within a whisper of defeating Sally Talfourd for the World Heavyweight Championship herself on the last Asylum of 2012! She gets another title match in the Asylum!

Nailz: Let's send it to Adam Stenfelder in the ring!

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, the following bout is scheduled for one fall... and it is for the Action Packed Wrestling SUUUIIIIICIIIIDAL CHAMPIONSHIP!

Manchester is thunderous in their approval of the title defense at the beginning of the night.

Beckett: I'm ready! Manchester's ready! Are you?

Nailz: I'm always ready, sir.

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

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

Nailz: It's been an interesting week for Jason Kash who won his Suicidal Title back two weeks ago at Christmas Chaos in a hell of a triple threat match including Johnny Knuckles.

Beckett: I thought Knuckles was going to walk away with the gold on December 23rd, Russ, but-- hah, Kash thought otherwise!

Nailz: But the next night, Jason Kash who was allegedly drinking-- though he claims otherwise-- was involved in an altercation with Chris Hart--

Beckett: Overdrive's resident drunkard.

Nailz: --And after some fists were thrown, both men were suspended. This will be Jason Kash's only paid appearance until at least January 28th.

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, standing with a hand on her hip as she surveys the masses.

Nailz: And here is one of Asylum's newest fan-favorites, Aubrey J. Parker! She came just a second-- a split second away from winning the World Title last week, but she fell just short to Sally Talfourd after a... Well... To say the least, a controversial call by Phil Atken.

Beckett: Don't sugarcoat it. Parker was going to choke sooner or later. You can't take a kid off Meltdown and throw them in the main event in a place like Asylum! Phil Atken ended that match so she didn't embarrass herself.

Nailz: Call it what you will, but Aubrey J. Parker has racked up an impressive amount of wins over huge names here in APW.

Beckett: Yeah, but look at the brace on her arm. She’s injury-prone. Kash is going to exploit this girl and all her injuries tonight.

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. She 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, staring ahead at Jason Kash.

Beckett: Hah, and to think-- this all started over footwear!

The referee tells each competitor to get to a different corner while the announcements begin.

Stenfelder: Introducing tonight’s challenger... From Pleasanton, California, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds, one half of ‘M&M’... AUBREY J. PAAARKERRRR!

Manchester roars for the California native who smiles faintly at their reaction, but keeps her gaze locked on Jason Kash.

Stenfelder: And her opponent...

Manchester immediately begins to flood the arena with boos. Kash rolls his eyes and snatches the belt back from the referee, holding it above his head, yelling back into the hostile crowd.

Stenfelder: Hailing from...

”YOU’RE SU-SPEN-DED!”

”YOU’RE SU-SPEN-DED!”

”YOU’RE SU-SPEN-DED!”

Jason throws the belt to the ground and leans out of the ring to mouth off with members of the crowd.

Stenfelder: ...Hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is the current APW SUICIDAL CHAMPION... JAAAAASON KAAAAAAAAASH!

Kash yells for Parker to meet him in the center of the ring. She hangs back in the corner for a little while and then slowly nods, walking forward, which earns a huge pop from the crowd. The referee rings for the bell.

APW Suicidal Championship
Aubrey J. Parker vs Jason Kash ©

Jason motions for a lockup and Aubrey moves forward, but Jason rears back and slaps her across the face! Aubrey falls to her knees and the crowd boos Jason maliciously. He smirks and lifts Parker up in a front facelock and drives knees repeatedly into her abdomen before shoving her back into the corner. Aubrey clutches her ribs and glares up at Jason who mocks her in the center of the ring. She hops to her feet and runs at him for a Thesz Press, hitting him with hard lefts to the jaw-- but he holds onto her and turns, slamming her to the ground. Parker grapevines him in a body-scissors and continues to hit him with left hands, but Jason grabs her injured right hand and slams it into the canvas before jumping up and stomping on it! Aubrey screams in pain and Jason grins down at her.

Nailz: And that injury that Aubrey suffered at the hands of Jason’s friend, Kaylyn James Evans, is coming into play!

Beckett: This is what you have to do to be Suicidal Champion!

Jason yanks Aubrey up by the arm and Irish Whips her toward the turnbuckles, but Parker runs up them and twists off to hit Jason with a Cross Body! He goes down and Parker gets to her feet, still favoring her wrist. She attempts to catch Jason with a roundhouse kick, but he blocks it and sweeps her feet, grabbing her wrist on the way down and slamming it against the canvas again. Parker groans and rolls up to her knees then her feet, but Jason Kash has already pushed himself up to the second rope and sails off to hit her with an Axe Handle to the right shoulder. Parker drops down to one knee again, and Kash nails a Lifting Inverted DDT! The crowd boos as Kash stalks her, waiting for her to start stirring before hitting a quick Leg Drop to the back of her neck. He rolls her over, purposely leaning on her hurt right hand as he hooks both legs.

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Kickout!

Nailz: Definitely an uphill battle for Parker here. Neither of these competitors are 100% but that brace on Parker’s wrist may as well just be a giant bulls-eye.

Beckett: She was better off coming out without it. She knew this was going to happen. She knew Kash would exploit it.

Kash hoists her up and hits a Side Kick to her chest, knocking her into the ropes. Kash reaches for her, but Parker rolls backwards over the middle rope and to the outside, biding herself some time. Kash yells for her to get back into the ring, leaning over the middle rope to taunt her--

--And Parker sprints to the apron, jumping onto the apron and hits an Enziguiri! Kash is stunned and teeters back. Parker then nails a Springboard Leg Lariat! She still clutches her arm in pain and the crowd roars as she builds momentum. She hits the ropes and takes Kash down with a Running Leg Lariat. He gets up and she shoots the ropes once more, nailing a Shining Axe Kick! Jason’s head is driven into the canvas and Parker pushes him over onto his back, a lateral press for the cover.

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Kash forces her off and Parker rolls out of the ring again, breathing heavily.

Beckett: Well, that was cute.

Nailz: Parker just build a good bit of offense and now she’s going under the ring! What’s she gonna get?

AJP peeks under the apron and looks around at the audience for a moment, smirking, before she retrieves a 12-foot ladder! She slides it into the ring and reaches under the apron once more. She retrieves a long, thick, brown leather belt and slides into the ring. Kash is rolling to the ropes, trying to pull himself up as Parker leans the ladder in the corner. She wraps the belt around her left hand with the buckle facing out and waits for Kash to turn around-- then lands a hard punch right to his jaw! Kash reels and Parker hits a European Uppercut, spinning him around. She then wraps the belt around his throat, pulling his weight down over her shoulder as she backs herself into a ladder-less corner.

Beckett: She’s going to choke him out with a belt!

Nailz: This is innovative!

Beckett: This is malicious!

Nailz: Like you said-- THIS is what you need to do to be Suicidal Champ!

Aubrey backs up to the second rope and finally climbs to the top turnbuckle while choking Kash! Kash’s face grows red and he fades... But finally reaches up over him with both heads and yanks Parker off the top rope with a Hair Snapmare of sorts. Parker goes flying, but takes the belt with her. Kash drops to his knees, clutching his throat.

Nailz: Effective counter by Jason Kash, but can he capitalize?!

Parker is up to her feet first, but she’s still groggy. Jason climbs to his feet and charges her, spinning and hitting a Rolling Elbow to the back of the skull! Parker goes face-first to the canvas and the hurt Suicidal Champion makes the cover.

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TH-- Shoulder up!

Beckett: He ALMOST did with Kashville!

Nailz: So close! Kash has put away many Megastars with that elbow.

Jason Kash shakes his head in frustration at the referee. He jumps up to his feet and pulls Parker up with him. He throws her face-first into the ladder she has propped up in the corner. The crowd boos as Parker connects and Kash turns to taunt them. He motions that the Suicidal Title will remain around his waist-- and then turns, running at Parker, leaping through the air to hit her with a Double Knee to the spine but--

Beckett: Parker evaded it! Hah, Jason, whatareyoudoin?!

Jason clutches his ribs and one of his knees as he rolls off of the ladder. He turns around and Parker runs at him going for the Makeunder...

...But Kash reaches back and grabs onto the ladder, able to keep himself situated. Parker hits the canvas back-first and Kash immediately reaches up and pulls the ladder out of the corner, down, quick and hard on top of Parker. Parker screams out in pain and rolls out from under it, clutching her right arm. Kash picks up the leather belt she dropped and runs at Parker, hitting a Drive-By Boot to the temple! Parker hits the ground and her eyes roll into the back of her head. Jason picks up her right arm and begins to rip at that brace until it finally comes off. The referee scolds him, but is unable to do anything. Jason grins and throws the brace into the crowd. He wraps the belt around Aubrey’s injured wrist and forces her to her feet, only to pull her into a Side Belly to Belly. He drags her across the ring toward the corner by the belt around her wrist, and still holding onto it, jumps up to the second rope, coming off with a Leg Drop to her right arm. Parker sits up and cries out in agony, but Kash forces her back down, hooking the far leg.

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No! Shoulder up!

Nailz: What’s Parker gotta do to make a comeback here?

Beckett: Um... She has to fight dirty. Plain and simple. Jason Kash is about to dismantle her right now. She came into battle wounded, just like Kash, except she made the stupid decision to draw attention to her injuries. She brought that ladder into the ring. She needs to figure out how to use it here, because she didn’t do a great job at Christmas Chaos with it.

Nailz: Well, Jason Kash has got her up and is dragging her across the ring by the wrist again, aggravating any injury she had. Now he’s letting go... and now KASH is moving the ladder, lying it down in the center of the ring. He’s got Parker up and...

Beckett: RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!

Nailz: Parker is writhing in pain, but Kash took some damage there too! The cover!

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THRRRE- Kickout! Manchester roars as Parker kicks out, but Kash groans.

Nailz: He’s got her up again-- this could be it!

Beckett: Parker’s about to feel the Mark of Jason!

Kash prepares to hit the Snapmare Driver to Parker onto the ladder, but she steps in front of his leg and hits an elbow right to his throat! Kash clutches his throat and gasps. Parker delivers a kick to his abdomen and tries furiously to get the belt off of her wrist, but Kash swings at her! Parker ducks and shoots the ropes with the belt free from Jason’s hands and she comes back, jumping up for the Jumping, Snap Reverse STO, the Makeunder--

Nailz: And Kash counters the Makeunder for a second time!

Kash shoves her back down in mid-air and when she gets up, Kash moves toward her, positioning her in a Double Underhook, but before he can complete the maneuver, she spins out of it and jumps up, nailing a Leaping Cutter-- a vastly modified version of her partner, Logan Alexander’s Stryke Force, driving Jason sternum-first across the ladder!

Beckett: Whoa! Nice cutter, out of nowhere.

Nailz: Some Stryke Force from Aubrey J. Parker, and Kash is in a bad way! That’s the move that Logan Alexander has knocked off dozens of people with in his career!

Beckett: She’s covering him!

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No!

Nailz: Jason Kash just barely kicked out! Listen to this capacity crowd!

Parker moves the ladder up and begins to set it up, positioning it close to the corner. She waits for Jason to climb to his feet and hits a Spinning Heel Kick to the base of his neck. He drops to his knees and Parker steps in front of him, grabbing him to nail a Corkscrew Neckbreaker! Both of them roll away from each other and Parker waits once again for Jason to get up and then delivers a Tornado DDT! She points to the top of the ladder and the crowd grows loud, delighted as the challenger begins to climb to the top.

Beckett: Is this even intelligent?

Nailz: We’ve said it several times-- Parker isn’t going to win this unless she does something high-impact. This is former two-time World Heavyweight Champion, Jason Kash we’re talking about. She said that she’s used to surviving. Used to adapting. Tonight, she’s here to conquer-- just like she and 99 others are going to try to do on January 27th!

Parker straddles the top of the ladder and Jason is climbing to his feet. Parker measures the distance and seems prepared to leap--

--but with an uncanny burst of strength, Kash sprints at the ladder and jumps up, diving for the leather belt that is still wrapped around her wrist, yanking her from the top of the ladder and rough to the canvas. Parker lands on the back of her neck and goes limp while the arena grows deafening. Kash lies on his back, catching his breath for a moment, but grins as he rolls over and sees the damage he’s done. He hooks the near leg.

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THRE- Kickout!

Jason rolls his eyes and shakes his head at the referee, motioning for him to count faster.

Beckett: We talked about wondering what Parker has to do-- what does KASH have to do to put away the challenger?

Jason Kash lifts her up to her feet and then onto his shoulder. He goes to throw her like a javelin into the ladder, but AJP drops down behind him and shoves him face-first into the ladder. Kash cries out in pain and turns around, holding his face. Parker nails a step-up Enziguiri which takes Kash to his knees, followed by a Headscissors Takedown. Aubrey immediately rolls out to the apron and climbs up to the top rope, watching Jason intently. He turns around and Parker dives off, hitting a Diving Senton that takes him to the ground. She shoots the ropes and comes back, going for a Shining Wizard, but it’s blocked, and she’s thrown to the ground. Kash grabs the leather belt and yanks Parker toward him, knocking her down with a Short-Arm Clothesline. He looks down at Parker that is on the mat, breathing heavily, unable to do much but grab Jason’s tights around the knee to try to pull herself up.

Nailz: This might be it for Aubrey J. Parker.

Beckett: It doesn’t look like there’s absolutely anything left.

Jason lifts Parker up and sets her up for the Snapmare Driver once more. He points up to the rafters and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, savoring the moment--

SHOT GLASS TO THE FOREHEAD BY SHANE BORDERLAND!

Beckett: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!

Manchester explodes as the “Bad Boy” hops the barrier to slide into the ring and smash the thick glass between Kash’s eyes, rolling out and walking up the ramp, expressionless to a standing ovation. Kash goes limp to the mat, and Aubrey falls with him, feeling the effects from the evening catching up with her. She pushes herself up to her hands and knees and looks as Jason does the same, though blood is streaming down his face at this point. A shard of glass is in his eyelid-- dangerously close to his eye. Blood covers his hand as he pulls it away from his face and climbs to his feet.

Nailz: I can’t believe what we’ve just seen! Shane Borderland was put on the shelf by his former tag team partner Jason Kash back in October. What’s that they say about karma?

Beckett: She’s a mean, mean lady-- LOOK AT AJP!

Parker shoots the ropes and comes back at Jason, nailing him with a Shining Wizard and smoothly transitioning it into a Hurricanrana pin.

Nailz: FRANKENWIZARD!

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The bell rings and Manchester erupts. Parker rolls onto her back with her hands over her face.

Stenfelder: Your winner... and the NEEEEWWWW Action Packed Wrestling Suicidal Champion, Aubrey J. PAARKKERRR!

Beckett: She cheated!

Nailz: No. She survived. And she conquered. Good showing tonight by #41 against Jason Kash. What a huge win for AJP on Asylum’s first match of the year!

Beckett: Well, at Survive & Conquer, #41 isn’t gonna have anyone saving her ass like that. Guarantee it. I mean, seriously, BORDERLAND? Where did he come from?!

Manchester roars as Parker climbs to her feet, ripping the leather belt off of her right hand, and holds the Suicidal Title belt above her head, proudly. She rolls out of the ring as Kash starts to stir and Parker makes her way up the ramp.

The crowd boos as Kaylyn James Evans makes her way down the ramp. She screams in Parker’s face, pointing to the ring. Aubrey rolls her eyes and shoves Kaylyn out of the way, making her way up the ramp and to the backstage area. Kaylyn seems to consider running after her, but angrily makes her way down to the ring and begins to check on Jason Kash, who is finally up to a sitting position, nursing his cuts.

Nailz: Kaylyn James Evans and Parker will be on opposite sides of the ring during a huge tag team match on Meltdown, announced on New Year’s Eve! You can bet that something’s gonna give tomorrow night in Winnipeg, Manitoba.

Beckett: But as for Jason Kash? Hah... Seeya in February, bud!

Nailz: Shane Borderland’s gonna be waiting for him!

The camera cuts backstage where we see Stefan Raab and Slade Craven talking. They're focused on what they are planning to do to both Keaton Saint and TJ in a few moments in their tag team match.

Stefan Raab: Congratulations for the win you got over me a few weeks ago on Asylum.

Slade Craven: Sure.

Craven's voice drips with American sarcasm. He doesn't mask it, and he doesn't care if Stefan could tell.

Slade: Just like your win at the Megashow. Real nice. Showed you have... something.

Stefan Raab: Yeah well I meant it when I said that this wrestling camp I went on that would turn me into a better wrestler. So I heard you got some problems with Keaton Saint am I right?

Slade Craven: Saint and I have some history, yes. As everyone knows, we were on Overdrive. But my big problem is not being permitted to beat him either.

Stefan Raab: Well I don't know Keaton Saint that well so what we do then is you take care of Keaton most of the match since I don't have so much heat with him and I take care of TJ who I think is an idiot saying things like how he is better than me when actually we haven't had a bloody single's match yet. They want to make things better these Four Pillars crap. Well I say we will cause them hell tonight.

Slade Craven: Listen son, you take heed to what the vet says. Greenhorns don't call the matches. Now what we need to do is: I pummel the ever-loving crap out of Keaton Saint. I mean I beat him like a red headed step child, and you do whatever it you do to "Ogre." Deal?

Stefan Raab: That's a deal my friend. I wanted TJ in a one on one match title or not but that's the owner being ignorant for you.

Slade Craven: Commodore Schmidlapp is a fool. He wouldn't know real talent if it Cliq Kicked him in the face. Tonight, I don't care what they tell us. I'm not laying down for Saint and I won't tap. I'd much rather get disqualified. That way I can at least make an old fashioned English example out of Keaton Saint. Let all these people here know he is useless, just the the lot of them.

Stefan Raab: He doesn't know how to do his job properly with anything. I completely forgot about that Saint is from the United Kingdom but that certainly would make things that extra special to see Keaton crying to the fans afterwards being knocked the fuck out by me and you along with having our soles of our feet up TJ's ass.

Slade eyeballs Stefan, trying understand what the hell he just said.

Slade Craven: Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiight. Listen, Uh good talk. I guess. I got to go get changed. I got something special planned for ring attire tonight. See you out there.

Slade Craven leaves to go to his locker room while Raab turns to look right into the camera, looking to get some trash talk in on President Jeff.

Stefan Raab: Ah President Asshole. You thought I was going to forget about you didn't you? Oh no I can't forget not how you tried to screw me from my match against Slade Craven at the Meltdown Supershow which failed big time by the way with your former pet being the referee who seems to be gone because of me. I told you that I was going to get rid of Yarmouth and his stupid fella word didn't I?

Stefan's not done as he continues badmouthing President Jeff.

Stefan Raab: Now he's gone and out of our way. It's only down to me and you now to have a one on one match. Rasslemania isn't far away now so you better make your decision very quickly or I will just have to beat the answer out of you. In fact I got a little present for you tonight.

Stefan pulls a slip of paper out of his pocket.

Stefan Raab: Here is your New Year's present Jeff. A coupon on where I think you should turn yourself into a woman that you are acting like right now seeing how scared you are of me on turning down this challenge I put out for you so far. Stop running away from fights and grow a set of balls to accept the match against me at Rasslemania. Now if that doesn't get your attention then on the next Asylum show. I got a very special surprise that you are going to hate a lot more than what I just gave you right now.

Nailz: What the hell is Stefan talking about?

Beckett: I have no idea but it sure doesn't sound good for President Jeff. He must be watching this wondering what Stefan has planned.

Stefan then drops the coupon on the floor before heading off camera.

Nailz: Well, that was odd. But regardless, we'll get to see Stefan Raab and Slade Craven take on TJ and Keaton Saint after the break!

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Nailz: And now, tag team action on the first Asylum of the new year.

Beckett: Yea, and it’s sure to be filled with fireworks. You got two of the Pillars on one side and on the other, Slade Craven and Stefan Raab

Nailz: Two guys who spent their December fighting each other, now find themselves working together against two guys who seem to be on the same page.

Beckett: Sure, and Keaton Saint is happy the least notable Pillar walked away with the Tap Out Title that he was robbed of.

Wretches And Kings By Linkin Park plays over the sound system as 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.

Stenfelder: The following match is a tag team contest, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 260 pounds, from Cologne, Germany. He is the “Killerplauze” STEFAN RAAB!

Nailz: Listen to these people! They are letting Stefan know exactly where to go. These people cannot stand him.

Beckett: Don’t you hear him when he speaks? Do you not read his tweets? He doesn’t give a damn about anyone not named Stefan Raab.

Nailz: That’s not true, Anthony Bailey recently was told by Raab that Raab doesn’t hate him.

Beckett: Furthering Bailey’s “Dying Breed” name.

Stefan 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 the ramp, waiting for his partner.

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The crowd begins to jeer as they know who is coming out next. When the static from the song begins everything goes dark. An explosion rips across the entry way leaving a ring of blue and green flames at the center stage.

Stenfelder: And his partner, making his way to the ring at this time. From Dallas, Texas weighing in at 215 lbs, Slade “The Main Man,” Craven!

Craven rises from inside the circle, a platform raising him up while the crowd continues to boo. The camera's pan across the arena showing the various anti-Slade Craven signs: One reads "CRY BABY CRAVEN" Another calls him a sell out. Slade pays them no mind as he steps over the flames and begins to walk down the ramp. His black ring jeans with green flames embroidered on the leggings move like the fire as he sprints to a run and slides under the bottom rope. Craven takes a moment to climb the turnbuckle and bask in the crowd's newfound hatred as he rolls his shoulders letting his leather jacket slide down his arms. The crowd turns ugly. Slade is wearing a Liverpool soccer jersey.

Beckett: That’s one way to get this crowd to hate you more than Raab

Nailz: Slade showing who he supports in the upcoming soccer match.

Beckett: "The Main Man" picked the right team too!

Nailz: He's lucky this crowd doesn't riot and rip him to shreads for wearing that thing here!

Back on the turnbuckle, Slade spins and jumps down to the center of the ring. He takes off his sunglasses and walks around displaying the jersey for all to see. The crowd dispises him for it. Slade doesn't care, he's ready for a fight, ignoring his partner, Stefan Raab, who also happens to be ignoring him.

Nailz: How are these two gonna work together? They aren’t even talking about their match together.

Beckett: They say you need to communicate to be a good team, I disagree, you need to have the same idea of the match to succeed. Both these guys just wanna fight and hurt their opponents.

Stenfelder: And introducing their opponents, first, weighing in at 248 pounds, from London, England, he is a Pillar, he is “The Paragon of Wrestling” KEATON SAINT!

The melody of "Cold War" by Janelle Monae signals the arrival of Keaton Saint, who makes his presence known as the song begins to pick up tempo. Saint makes his way to the ring high-fiving some of the fans in the attendance before standing at the bottom of the ramp as Raab and Slade taunt him.

Beckett: Coward.

Nailz: You, Raab, and Slade can call him a coward, everyone else will call him smart. Why going in with both of your opponents in there by yourself?

Beckett: If he’s a Pillar, he can take the punishment those two can deal out, that’s what pillar do.

The lights go out and the arena is silent minus the crowd noise. Red and White light go throughout the arena as the opening cords of the Hide and Seek play. As the lyrics begin, TJ comes out with the Tap Out Championship over his shoulder and the lights come back on as the red lights still flash.

Stenfelder: And his partner, weighing in at 275 pounds, he is a Pillar, he is the NEW APW Tap Out Champion, he is “THE SOUL OF PHILLY” TJ!

TJ grabs the title and looks at it, raises it into the air, getting a roar of cheers from the fans. He then places it on the ground in front of him and he leans back and roars. He picks him his title and puts it back over his shoulder then walks down to the ring and stops next to Saint and they discuss the game plan.

Nailz: And we see the opposite from two of the Pillars as they talk it over while Raab and Slade continue to bait them into the ring.

Beckett: I’m for Raab and Slade tonight, but that bait is gonna get them a great white shark they can’t handle.

TJ and Saint nod to each other and they slide into the ring as Raab and Slade bail. TJ goes up to the corner while Saint watches Raab and Slade. TJ holds the title belt up in the air by the strap and beats his chest with the free arm. He gets down as he hands the belt to the official. He talks to Saint who taps his own chest saying, “I got this” as Slade tells Raab he wants Saint.

TAG TEAM MATCH
Slade Craven & Stefan Raab vs Keaton Saint & TJ

Nailz: Looks like we’re starting it out with some déjà vu. Keaton Saint and Slade Craven will start this one out.

Slade and Keaton circle each other and Slade shot for a leg of Saint, who brings it back, keeping it out of Slade’s grasps. Slade spun on a knee and then stood back up. They locked up in the middle of the ring and Keaton won the lock up by spinning behind Slade and locking in a hammer lock, which Slade countered. This started a chain of counters, each man knowing what was the other was gonna do. The chain ends with Slade kipping up out of a headlock and looking at Keaton, both on a single knee. They exchange a nod. Saint stood up, but it was Slade who shot for another leg, getting it and hitting a Dragon Screw. Slade picked Saint back up and hit him with a Vertical Suplex that he floats over for a pin.

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Slade then took Saint over to his corner where Raab tagged himself in. Raab came into the ring and dropped an elbow into the lower back of Saint. Raab then picked Saint up and hits him with a back elbow, sending Saint into the corner. Another quick tag between Slade and Raab and Slade is back in. Slade turned Saint around, so Saint’s chest was against the turnbuckle and Slade drove his shoulder into the back of Saint, over and over again.

Beckett: The beginning of the match, it’s looking the “I don’t like you but I wanna fight them” method is working right now.

Nailz: Just as you say that, Saint’s out of the corner with some quick thinking.

The quick thinking being moving to his side and a punch thrown at Raab. Saint makes his way over to his corner and tags in the Tap Out Champion, and fellow Pillar, TJ, who entered the ring and stood at his corner, watching Slade Craven. He walked into the center of the ring and returned the favor by taunting and baiting Slade into the middle of the ring. Slade shook his head and waved off TJ, tagging in Raab, who gladly obliges TJ by charging into the ring. He ducked a right hand from TJ and threw a flurry of jabs and hooks at TJ, who took them, backing down a bit. Raab, seeing that his offense wasn’t working, threw a knee into the mid-section of TJ, bending the big man over. Raab then brought his knee to the face of TJ, knocking the big man down. Raab went for a quick pin.

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Raab quickly then applied a front facelock on TJ and lifted him back up and pulls him into his corner, where Slade tagged himself in and hopped over the rope, coming down with an axe handle across the back of TJ.

Beckett: And again, they’re working on singling out one of their opponents. For two guys who don’t like each other, they really are working like a good team.

Nailz: You can’t ignore that, but I just think these two, Raab and Craven, are going to disagree on something.

Slade and Raab continued to work on TJ, keeping him away from Saint, who kept leading the crowd in cheers for TJ, trying to get him out of the opposite corner, but to no avail. Raab, the legal man, laid TJ out with a DDT before he tagged in Slade, who climbed to the top rope. He waited for TJ to stand up, and as the champ did, Slade leapt off towards him, jumping over him and grabbing his head, going for the Wrecking Ball, but TJ held his ground by grabbing the legs of Slade, stopping him from going over. TJ turned around, and in doing that, he hits Raab with Slade, knocking Raab off the apron and to the floor. TJ, holding Slade over his shoulder, pointed over to his corner and ran towards it, looking for a tackling Slade into the corner. But as soon as he moved, Slade dropped his body weight forward, crashing TJ’s skull into the mat with a DDT. TJ rolls forward, but is too tired to recover quickly. Slade grabs his leg, stopping TJ from crawling to his corner. Slade reached back for a tag, but nothing. He looks back and see no one on the apron. He got up and looked outside the ring and saw Raab shaking his head clear. Raab looked up and saw Slade freaking out at him. They exchanged words as Raab got back up on the apron and tagged himself in by pushing Slade in the chest forcefully and said “I’ll handle this!” Unbeknownst to those two, TJ had tagged in Saint who came crashing in and hit both Raab and Slade, sending the former out of the ring through the bottom rope. Saint whipped Raab into his and TJ’s corner, where he hit a clothesline on Raab before he tagged in TJ.

Nailz: Looks like the tides, they have-a turned.

Beckett: Remember that great white shark I said, he’s in the ring right now.

TJ threw knee after knee into the midsection of Raab, sending Raab further into the corner. He then took Raab out of the corner but whipped him back into the corner with so much force, Raab collapsed. TJ look down at Raab and tagged Saint back in. Saint and TJ then returned favor by isolating Raab, each taking turns in hurting Raab before tagging the other back in. Raab was able to fight his way out of the corner for a short amount of time and was within a fingers’ tip away from tagging in Slade Craven, but TJ was able to pull him back into the middle of the ring and hit an Impact Bomb before going for a pin.

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Raab kicked out and reached for a tag, but was unable to reach his partner. TJ pulled Raab by the legs to his corner, but Raab pulled his legs into his body and then pushed TJ off of him, sending the big man into his corner. Raab crawled to his corner, and tagged Slade. Slade hopped over the top rope and ran at TJ and leapt hitting TJ with a calf kick. Saint tagged in TJ before Slade whipped TJ into the corner of the Raab/Craven team. TJ came running in and clocked Raab with a big boot, but got his leg caught on the top rope. As TJ got his leg off the rope he turned around only to get hit with the Click Kick by Slade. Slade went for the cover, but the ref told him TJ wasn’t the legal man.

Beckett: He didn’t see the tag! Oh no! Saint’s waiting.

Slade got up and argued with the ref as Saint came around and locked in a Japanese Stranglehold. Slade fought it off, sending Saint into the ropes. Slade bounced off the opposite ropes, and went for a clothesline, but Saint ducked it. After rebounding off the ropes, Slade is caught by Saint who hits the Paragon Backbreaker.

Nailz: The ref is in position for the count.

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Stenfelder: Here are your winners, KEATON SAINT AND TJ!

TJ is up and wobbling as Saint holds his hand in the air in victory. They share a hug as the ref holds their hands in the air

Nailz: Raab and Slade almost had it, they actually kept it together for the match, proving me wrong. But it wasn’t enough to beat two Pillars.

Beckket: Don’t sell them short, these two came to fight and they gave them a fight, unfortunately, the Pillars weathered the storm.

TJ and Saint celebrate on the turnbuckles with the fans as we cut to commercial.

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

The chorus and intro to “The World Is Yours” by Nas blares through the speakers of the complex as the thunderous cheers are for the arrival of “The Dying Breed.“ Tag Team Champions Anthony “The Promise” Bailey and Jair “J-Hop” Hopkins, both clad in matching black, white, and blue T-shirts that say Dying Breed across the chest and both with their belts draped over their shoulders, appear from behind the curtains with the spotlight focused on them. They walk with style and grace down the ramp while slapping the hands of their adored fans. Those of the haters are ignored as they make their way towards the ring. As the introduction ceases, the men climb and roll into the ring as it’s a simple wave to the crowd before going to each corner of the ring, standing on the second turnbuckle with their arms in the air. They look around before dropping down simultaneously. They come back together in the center of the ring ready to take care of business. An APW official hands both of them a microphone and before Bailey speaks, he waits for a brief moment so that the cheers can die down a bit.

Anthony Bailey: Good evening fans and attendees of Sunday Night Asylum and Happy New Years, Manchester!!

The diminishing cheers rise once again as the excitement of the fans rub off on the Tag Champions and they begin to smile.

Anthony Bailey: A new year is the common inception for new ideas and new opportunities. Some goals will be achieved and some will fall by the wayside, but nevertheless, fresh decisions are required to be made. After talking this over a bit with J-Hop in Las Vegas a few days ago and after casting some vision for the future of The Dying Breed for the year 2013 and beyond, we realized that things weren’t working out…

The cheers cease as the fans try to decipher what Bailey is trying to say.

J-Hop: Sometimes things don't work out as planned and we, The Dying Breed, look to progress not only as a tag team but also as a solid stable. Therefore we have decided to part ways with our friend Germaine “Krunk” Williams and to replace him.

Because of Krunk’s likeable image, the fans begin to shower the Tag Champions with boos as J-Hop pauses and Bailey re-enters the hot seat.

Anthony Bailey: We expected that to happen and don’t get me wrong, I like Krunk too. There’s no beef or animosity between him and us. He’s a humble guy; that’s why he was recruited in the first place. But he didn’t seem to be as committed as J-Hop and I. And though the dedication was lacking on his part, the show must go on.

J-Hop: We believe that this new addition will help us progress along better than ever before. After careful consideration and studying different Asylum megastars from afar, we have found the perfect new member…

The fans now revert to cheers in anticipation for the introduction of The Dying Breed’s new member.

Anthony Bailey: Ladies and gentlemen….we present to you, the newest member of APW Asylum’s fastest rising faction…..”THE SMOOTH ONE” WILLIAM D. WILLIAMS!!!

[glow=brown,2,300]I WANNA GET CHOCOLATE WASTED!!!![/glow]



Here comes the "THE SMOOTH ONE" dressed in a white Dying Breed T-shirt and brown tights with “TSO” down the right leg…”The Smooth One” looks across the arena basking in the cheers of APW faithful. He gingerly strolls to the ring…as he enters the ring he stands in the middle of it then extends his arms and basks in the aroma of imminent success. He slowly climbs to the middle turnbuckle then turns to greet both Bailey and Hopkins with handshakes and hugs. Bailey gives Williams his mic and Williams begins to speak.

The Smooth One: MANCHESTER ENGLAND...DO YOU WANT TO GET CHOCOLATE WASTED?

The crowd erupts as they are pleased to see the Dying Breed and The Smooth One join forces.

The Smooth One: I just want to say that it is a pleasure to be standing in the ring with these two gentlemen. They are two of the hardest working competitors in APW and it is a privilege for me to call myself a member of The Dying Breed. As the saying goes "Iron sharpens Iron" and with that I have joined a group of like minded men who are dedicated to giving you, the APW fans, every thing they have each and every time they step into the ring. As a group we are prepared to take Asylum and APW to the next level...it is the dawn of a new era....IT IS THE TIME OF THE NEW DYING BREED!

The crowd erupts as they bask in the glow of the new Dying Breed and as Williams and Hopkins drop their microphones onto the mat. The audience once again erupts into cheers as the three megastars stand in the middle of the ring and raise each other’s hands high. They all exit the ring and head backstage while acknowledging as many fans as possible to the sounds of “The World Is Yours” playing over the PA.

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We cut backstage to Aubrey J. Parker's locker room. She sits with the new Suicidal Championship on her lap, grinning as she dials a number on her cell phone, sitting on the chair in her room with the phone on speaker, waiting for the person on the other line to pick up.

Hello?

AJP: I've got good news...

LA: Aubrey?

There's a brief pause.

LA: Have you gained some extra weight?

AJP: About twelve pounds to be exact.

Logan laughs on the other end of the phone while Aubrey admires the Suicidal Championship in her lap.

LA: Excellent! I knew you'd be able to handle things.

AJP: Yeah, I... guess I'll give you all the gritty details when I get to Winnipeg. My flight will probably land in the middle of the night or something ridiculous.

Parker looks up as a shadow passes by her doorway, seeming to loom around it for a few moments. She angles her head to get a better look, but whomever may have been there has already walked away.

LA: All right then. Take care of yourself and watch your back... You have no idea who might be lurking around there waiting to come after you tonight.

He lets out a breath.

LA: I don't want you to be paranoid about it though... even if it turns out there is someone doing that, can't have you jumping at shadows.

AJP: You know me so well, ha.

She stands up and walks to the locker room door, pushing it all the way shut.

AJP: You're right. I'll give you a call when I'm on my way to the airport.

LA: Okay. Take care champ.

AJP: Seeyaaaaa!

Aubrey hangs up and casts another curious look at the door. She considers opening it again and checking the hallway, but decides against it. Keeping mindful of Logan's words, she shakes her head and walks back over to her chair.

She picks up the Suicidal Championship and reaches into her gym bag.

AJP: What can I say, Jason? A promise is a promise.

Aubrey laughs to herself as she begins to decorate the Suicidal Championship with glitter, and small beaded hearts, as promised to the former champion.

Beckett: She's desecrating the championship! AJP is defacing history!!

Nailz: Haha, well I guess the Suicidal Championship looks a little less dangerous these days.

The camera fades to black on the so-called shameful act.

"Heavyweight Champion of the World" blares all over the loud speakers as out from the back emerges a man with perhaps the biggest grin recorded in human history on his big ole mug, the new APW World Heavyweight Champion, Philip Martin Atken. Phil stands proudly on the stage, besuited in the most fanciful of wares including the World Heavyweight Championship, glistening around his rather rotund waist.

Nailz: And look who is joining us now, a man many have argued has tainted the World Heavyweight Championship in the manner he defeated Sally Talfourd at Christmas Chaos. Joining him, the very men who ensured that he left Madison Square Garden with that title he is so proudly displaying right now.

Beckett: We're in a new era of wrestling Nailz, champions no longer have to be a glimmering Adonises, they merely have to be strong of brain and at Christmas Chaos, Phil Atken proved to be exactly that. Sally Talfourd thought she had everything in place to protect her title reign but the man making his way to the ring managed to outmanoeuvre Sally and took home the big prize.

Nailz: Outmanoeuvre, use his body guard, lawyer and agent as human shields. Potato, potato I suppose.

As Atken begins his march towards the ring, blantantly ignoring the reactions from an irate English crowd, he smile never dropping, he is join from the rear by his army of associates. All of your favourites, Hank, Saul Slendamin, Dirk Dickwood, all here to celebrate along with Phil. Phil power struts to the ring and smacks and grabs the microphone right out of poor

Beckett: It looks like our champion has his first Asylum declaration to proclaim, I think we should listen in.

Nailz: How much is he paying you? I can't imagine there's enough money in the world to support this slime.

Atken lifts the microphone to his lips, the smug grin on his face permanately plastered there no matter how loud the crowd attempts to voice

Atken: In the words of a great man, could we have a little bit of decorum here? I am your champion, I am Asylum's leader and it would pay all of you great service to head the words of a wise man. You see, as a product of the vastly superior Scottish education system, brought to us by the wonderful Scottish Government...

At this point the crowd may be around the state of being ready to throw chairs

Atken: ... now, now. I know Manchester has a reputation but there's no need to become the poster children for the disgraceful culture that plasters the pages of every tabloid newspaper in the country. Of course I say that like you could act different when we all know the decades of inbreeding has brought you to the point where each of you could easily be confused for the latest zoo exhibit. Dirk, as a London boy, you were warned about the dangers of Manchester, were you not?

Dirk chuckles behind Phil and is overheard to yell "from birth".

Atken: I once looked of cautionary tale in the dictionary and I'm almost certain I saw her face.

Phil gestures towards a red faced female in the front row as his backing group guffaw behind him.

Atken: Still, I have a position of great responsibility and it does us no service to laugh at our lessers, no matter how amusing it may be. As your champion, I must hold myself to a higher standard, I must ensure that I am here to raise the standards of this... what's the word... refuse pit?

You see, for those of you who stand there and boo me, for those of you inducing a heart attack as you jump up and down getting rather rosy in the cheeks, you just don't appreciate that the thing upsetting you now is an event that was a fixed point in time. My ascention through the ranks of Asylum, that wasn't some kind of underdog fairy tale like the great movie Air Bud, that was inevitable. Much like this wonderful Manchester crowd, the boys and girls in the back, they can't process simple factual information, they let heart and gut speak. I, on the other hand, I let knowledge do all the talking, I let science lead the way and while Sally Talfourd left Madison Square Garden with nothing but her wounds to lick, science brought home this...

Phil pats the World Heavyweight Championship.

Atken: You see science defeats faith every single time. Which I suppose brings me to why your voice has decided to speak before you this evening. I was having a lovely Christmas holiday, a fabulous time, I would explain the activities there within but I doubt you would be able to comprehend them never mind affording them. Still, I was having the bestest time a man could ever imagine when I got a call through from the esteemed Dirk Dickwood here...

Dirk does a little royal wave to the crowd.

Atken: ...to be informed that my first challenger had already been decided. Interesting, I thought to myself, I had to survive a ladder match with a bunch of maniacs to get Sally Talfourd one on one and yet now they seem to wish to hand out title shots like they're damn balloons at a five year old's birthday party. Well let me just say this to the men who greased some palms and no doubt some other things to get his shot at Survive and Conquer...

?: WHAT A LOAD OF CRAP!

The camera turns to the entranceway where the previously referenced number one contender, Michael Callahan stands suited and booted while holding his microphone.

Michael Callahan: This is picture perfect Phil Atken. This is almost a zeitgeist of what we've come to expect from you this past year Phil, constant lies and misleading statements and spin. You want to talk about how science overcame faith? Bogus, I never did Chemistry at Yale like I was offered to do but not once in my high school science books did I ever find a chapter on using your friends to steal what doesn't belong to you amongst osmosis and photosynthesis. And what do you mean, you SURVIVED a ladder match with maniacs? You put in the hard work and effort and sacrifice to win? Bullshit! You stood outside, you watched, you picked your spots and robbed me of my place after I took out the competition. That title you're wearing BELONGS to me.

Atken: Preposterous! How dare you slander me?!

Michael Callahan: No, how dare you come out here and say that your backstabbing and cheating wasn't what got you the belt! I'm not a nice guy Atken, I'm not going to pretend that I'm some clean as a whistle, Anthony Bailey/Sally Talfourd goody two-shoes stooge but I AT LEAST have the integrity to do what I do without the help of anyone else. I fight my own battles, rather than hide behind a wall of my friends and use them to blind-side those that are in the way of what I want. You're a phony champion, a paper champion who hasn't earned his run and you will go down in history as the man who fluked out over Sally Talfourd. I've beaten her TWICE this year without help.

It's true that Callahan has defeated Sally twice but to argue that he always fights his own battles isn't the case. Atken has also won a number of high profile battles on his lonesome, including a tag team victory over him.

Michael Callahan: YOU did nothing but snipe and hide like a little coward. I'm gonna' right your wrongs Atken, I'm gonna' pry that championship belt from your grubby little fingers and restore the honour to it that you beseeched. If you wanna play a war of underhanded tactics with me then prepare to get a masterclass Atken because THIS IS my game. I've learnt from the best and when it's all said and done, I'm going to be rightful champion of Asylum... THAT, Phil Atken, THAT IS a promise.

Nailz: Callahan with some strong words for Phil Atken three weeks ahead of Survive and Conquer. So much for their alliance against The Pillars eh?

Beckett: Callahan is treasonous scum! How can he turn his back on Phil Atken like that? He always was jealous of his success.

Nailz: They're as bad as each other, Steve.

Beckett: SLANDER.

Callahan throws the microphone at the ground and stomps backstage leaving Atken to stew in his own amusement in the centre of the ring. We cut to commercial as “Midlife Crisis” plays us out.

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We cut to backstage where we see TJ cooling down after his match, his wrist tape is undone but hanging on his wrist. Jack Spade comes into the frame with a mic.

Spade: TJ can we get a quick word with you. How does it feel to be the new Tap Out Champion?

TJ strokes his beard.

TJ: Well, it’s pretty awesome. No, it’s relieving. I spent about 6 months of the year fighting for this title. I was robbed when I won it because Farquhar had bought himself a referee for the match and I thought that I had lost any chance at it when I lost to him at One Night In Hell, but thankfully, I got a third chance and made the most of it. YO ADRIAN! I DID IT!

Jack chuckles

Spade: Well, what’s next for you? What do you plan on doing now as champion?

TJ: I plan on doing what the fans want me to do: be a fighting champion. No ducking challenges. No ducking people that are a threat to my title. I’m a Pillar, that kind of shit doesn’t fly with us. No running from a fight, I’ll go running into a fight, and no one wants to see that.

Spade: So, you plan on being fighting Tap Out Champion.

TJ: Not exactly, see, as soon I won, I looked at the rules pertaining to this title. See, I’m a man of honor, a man of prestige. And let’s be honest, my beastly body should never be referred to as a submissions expert or a technically prowess’d wrestler. So I felt that I don’t really fit this title, but it fits me because it’s got a rule.

Spade: What do you mean?

TJ: See Jack, the rules state that this title can only be contested and therefore changed on a tap out or a knock out, now, I may not be well versed in making people tap out, but I know how to knock people out. I wanna do right by this title, by Reginald, by Asylum, and most importantly, the fans. See, as long as I’m the champion, you won’t be seeing anyone tapping out, I’m going to knock people out. This isn’t your daddy’s Tap Out Championship anymore.

Spade: Its not?

TJ: I mean it is, but as long as I’m the champion, you might as well refer to it as the KO championship.

Spade: Alright. Well, words from the, er, KO Champion, “The Soul of Philly” TJ. Back to you guys at ringside.

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

[glow=brown,2,300]I WANNA GET CHOCOLATE WASTED!!!![/glow]



Here comes the "THE SMOOTH ONE" dressed in brown tights with “TSO” down the right leg…”The Smooth One” looks across the arena basking in the cheers of APW faithful. He gingerly strolls to the ring.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 235 pounds, from Hollywood, California, “The Smooth One” William D. Williams!

Nailz: Moments ago, we saw William D. Williams join the Dying Breed! With the Four Pillars starting to crumble with the departure of Chris Strike, it looks like the Dying Breed may become the new power players in the Asylum!

[color=green}Beckett: Well, Hopkins and Bailey have shown their worth winning the tag team champions, but I'm still on the fence with The Smooth One![/color]

As he enters the ring he stands in the middle of the extends his arms and basks in the aroma of impending victory. He slowly climbs to the middle turnbuckle and strokes his beard and salutes the APW fans.

"My Own Hell" by Five Finger Death Punch plays. After a few seconds, Knuckles darts out and heads to the left side of the stage taunting the crowd as some cheer and some boo but the majority just sit in silence and ignore him, 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.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, weighing in at 255 pounds, from the Bronx, New York, Johnny Knuckles!

Nailz: Knuckles came up just short in the Triple Threat Match for the Suicidal Championship at Christmas Chaos! But he's taking it in typical Knuckles fashion, and that is not very well!

Beckett: Well between the whole identity fraud thing, and the fact that he lost to Jason Kash once again, there's a lot contributing to the foul mindset of Johnny Knuckles. But he's going to have to put those things behind him, otherwise, he could be on the wrong side of an upset!

He shakes his head and storms down to the ring. He runs over to the middle rope in the back corner and tries to get 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. With both competitors in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

”The Smooth One” William D. Williams vs. Johnny Knuckles

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The two men tie up in the middle of the ring, and after a brief struggle, Knuckles disengages, and shoves Williams right in the chest. The Smooth One keeps his composure, and reaches his hand up to try and initiate a test of strength. Knuckles reaches up to clasp Williams' hand, but as Williams gets his second hand up, Knux gives him a swift kick to the midsection before pulling him in for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! He stays on top of Williams, stomping the living daylights out of him, taking out a lot of pent-up aggression on his opponent. Knuckles controls the early part of the match, utilizing a mixture of forearm shots, martial arts type kicks, and some dirty tactics in order to maintain his advantage.

Beckett: I really like what I'm seeing from Johnny Knuckles so far in this match! There's no post Christmas Chaos hangover for him tonight!

Knuckles begins to pull Williams up by the head, but the Smooth One fights back, giving him a few hard punches to the midsection, before getting to his feet and pulling Knuckles in for a Snap Suplex! He mounts the self-proclaimed Dark Match champion, and gives him a few measured punches to the face before whipping him towards the ropes! Knuckles reverses the Irish Whip, but in the rebound Williams jumps up and takes him down with a Jumping Crossbody! He has Knuckles pinned, 1
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Nailz: Near falls for both competitors. Neither man wants to drag this match out! They want to win and win decisively!

From here, the two men go back and forth, the match ebbing and flowing into a rather technical contest. About 18 minutes into the contest, Knuckles is riding a side Headlock on mat, keeping Williams grounded. Williams appears to be fading, and Knuckles tells the ref to check the arm as it goes limp. The man in charge lifts the Williams' arm up, and it falls the the mat.

“1!”

Nailz: He'd better check that Knuckles isn't choking Williams with this hold!

He picks the arm up again, and again, it falls to the mat.

“2!”

He picks the arm up once more, and as it's just about to hit the mat, Williams gets it up at the very last second, drawing loud cheers from the fans! Williams begins to push himself up, while Knuckles continues to wrench the Headlock, not letting go for anything!

Beckett: Knuckles is on him like a pitbull! He's not letting go!

Williams fights his way up to one knee, while Knuckles tries to lock the hold in tighter. The Smooth One continues his upward progress and is eventually able to wriggle out of the Headlock, and as Knux turns back to face him, William D. Williams slaps the taste out of his mouth with a Wake Up Call! This enrages Knuckles, who just begins to swarm Williams with left and right forearms, backing him into the corner! Knuckles wraps his hands around the throat of Williams, blatantly choking him! The ref immediately begins the mandatory five count, yelling at Knuckles to let go!

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“3!”

Nailz: Knuckles needs to get his temper under control, or he's going to get disqualified!

“4!”

“5!”

The ref has no choice but to ring the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Winner: William D. Williams[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by disqualification, William D. Williams!

Knuckles continues to choke Williams in the corner, ignoring not just the bell, but the ref trying to break things up! More refs and road agents come running down the ramp to try and peel Knuckles off of Williams!

Nailz: This is ridiculous! They need to get Knuckles off of William D. Williams!

Beckett: This is a straight up mugging by Johnny Knuckles! If they don't get him off of Williams, there could be permanent consequences!

Asylum cuts to commercial with the referees and road agents trying to pull Knuckles off of Williams.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stenfelder: And his opponent…hailing from the Bronx, New York and weighing in at two hundred pounds, he is one half of the APW Tag Team Champions…JAAAIIIIRRR HHHOOOPPKKIIINNSS!!!

Nailz: This highly anticipated match is sure to be talked about for weeks to come! And looking at Callahan’s face, the minor bruises on them looks like he has already gone to war here tonight.

Beckett: It was probably that tramp Olivia Wilde that did this to our American Hero! Allegedly, the two had a fist fight this past week at the APW Award Show because Callahan pointed out the gaffe of her campaigning for President Obama back in 2008 and she didn’t like the fact that he was simply speaking the truth.

Nailz: The actress and model’s political views should be the last thing on Callahan’s mind. He has to deal with rising APW megastar Jair Hopkins. What a way to bring in the new year!

Beckett: Callahan already dealt with that clown friend of his Anthony Bailey at Christmas Chaos so any “dealings” that he might have for Hopkins shouldn’t be much of a problem.

Jair Hopkins vs. “The American Hero” Michael Callahan w/ The GI

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Gut Kick on Callahan by Hopkins right after the bell rings and Hopkins is wasting no time. Backhand chop by Hopkins that is subsequently followed by another. Looking to appease wrath on behalf of his tag team partner, Hopkins whips Callahan into the ropes and as he comes bouncing off of them, J-Hop catches Callahan with a spinning lariat takedown! Kip up by Hopkins and the agility of this young megastar is fascinating! The strength of Callahan also proves to be extraordinary as he quickly rises to his feet and brushes off the takedown.

Low kick by Callahan before he decides to strike Hopkins with two closed fist punches, something that he disagrees with people doing but apparently has no issues doing so himself. The punches lead right into The Corporate Waltz and Hopkins is beginning to teeter…Callahan winds up for the final punch, which knocks J-Hop right to the mat. GI applauds as Callahan begins to gloat as he takes control of this match. The American Hero grabs the right leg of Hopkins and applies the single leg crab. He has it locked in tight as Hopkins, squinting and biting his bottom lip in pain, tries to inch his way towards the ropes.

Beckett: When Callahan wins, can we just give him the Tag Team Titles by himself? He’s proven that he can beat both Tag Team Champions unassisted and with his eyes closed. If he won’t need a running mate in 2016, I doubt that he’ll need a tag team partner as well.

Nailz: Pretty bold statement there don’t you think, Beckett?

Beckett: It takes boldness to speak the truth Nailz and that is exactly what I am doing. It was my New Year’s resolution; so sue me if you don’t like it.

To Callahan’s agitation, Hopkins reaches the bottom rope and holds on for dear life as the referee hassles Callahan to break the hold. Callahan complies, stands to his feet, and he begins to repeatedly stomp Hopkins. As a move of desperation to free himself from being on the receiving end of Callahan’s offense, J-Hop rolls under the bottom rope and to the outside of the ring as the referee begins the ten count.

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Hopkins with a few right hands to the face of Michael Callahan before he irish whips him right into the barricade!!
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Nailz: What an awesome showing here by both megastars! Hopkins has just reversed the pace of this match with that dauntless move he just did.

Beckett: Dauntless??!! You call physical abuse to our future Commander In Chief dauntless?! You are a sick man Nailz, just sick…

Jair takes the unconscious Callahan and positions him on the middle rope with his upper body leaning over it and facing the outside, but his legs still on the inside. J-Hop walks through the middle rope and onto the apron…leg drop across the back of Callahan’s neck off of the ring apron as both men fall back to the outside!!! Impressive move by Hopkins, although that move took a bit more out of him than the Stinger Splash. The referee begins his second ten count of the night.

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As J-Hop slides in, Callahan is waiting to pounce on him like a rabid wolf. Mounted punching by The American Hero. Standing up, Callahan lands a knee drop right across the chest of J-Hop. Buying himself some time to catch a quick breather, The American Hero leans against the ropes breathing deeply. But once J-Hop begins to show signs of life, Callahan walks over to him and grabs a handful of his hair and pulls him to his feet. Callahan lifts him up…rib breaker and Jair is now lying lifeless on the mat!

Callahan brushes the sweaty hair from his forehead aside and bends over to pick Hopkins up once again. Callahan lifts Hopkins up....GOP (Good Ol’ Piledriver)!!! GI begins to loudly clap in support of his friend as Callahan looks to continue adding insult to injury with the bit of energy he has left. Crouching to the mat behind Hopkins, CALLAHAN APPPLIES HIS FINISHER THE VICTORY LOCK I!!! J-Hop wastes no time tapping out!!

Winner: Michael Callahan[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, Michaeeeeeelll Callahaaaaaannn!!!

Faith No More's “Midlife Crisis” begins to blast through the speakers once again as GI enters the ring to join Michael Callahan during his post match hoopla. As soon as Michael catches wind of GI’s presence, the celebration immediately stops because Callahan was looking to celebrate by his lonesome.

Nailz: Ladies and gentlemen, we could very well be looking at our next World Heavyweight Champion come Survive & Conquer.

Beckett: I agree Nailz. I mean I like Phil Atken and all, but to think that people like Sally Talfourd and Anthony Bailey had the opportunity of being the World Champ, and not our patriotic role model Michael Callahan, disgusts me! I’m hoping that he does win the belt to prove all of the naysayers wrong.

Nailz: Well in a few short weeks, we shall see for ourselves…

Asylum goes to a commercial break as Callahan screams “Let’s go right now!” at GI as the two exit the ring and walk up the ramp to the backstage area. Hopkins, standing to his own feet on his own strength and without any aid from the ref, garners a couple of cheers as he is handed his Tag Team Title and leaves ringside and walks backstage.

We head backstage in front of a door labeled, “Pillars”. Johnny Knuckles walks in front of it and heads towards a nearby soda machine to quench his thirst for Donkey Punch. The refreshing drink that HITS the spot. (shameless plug) Just as he puts his money in and make his selection, The Soul of Philly, TJ steps out of the locker room and gives Knuckles a very rude stare. Knuckles, he is busy chugging his Donkey Punch, feels a presence about and turns around to find TJ.

Knuckles: Hey TJ......

TJ: Hey Knuckles, or are you Knuckles?

Knuckles: Huh? What's with the attitude? I thought we were cool?

TJ: I don’t know, I thought you were you, but I can’t be sure. Were you stealing that guy’s personality too?

Knuckles: But....but.....

TJ: No look, Knux, you are a cool guy, but you’re stupid. How could you go so long living off someone else’s work? I can’t like someone like that, I can’t considered that guy a good guy.

Knuckles starts to feel frustrated. A guy who he once felt he could trust, is seemingly turning his back.

Knuckles: That's not true TJ. You know me, you know who I am.

TJ: No I don’t, and that’s the problem with you. You think you know everyone because you were “Johnny Knuckles” around them, but, just, it’s disappointing Knuckles. I don’t know about the rest of us, but I thought you were better than this. Hee-haw…

TJ shakes his head with disgust at Knuckles. With their past history, he felt that Knuckles didn't deserve the respect and walks off with his Tap Out Championship in hand. Knuckles, being left to contemplate TJ's words, crushes the can of Donkey Punch only to then throw it down the hall at nothing. A man who was once considered a friend, not pushed to alienate him.

[biggs]

As Asylum comes back on the air, William D. Williams is in the office of General Manager, Reginald Schmidt, who is still wearing a New Year's party hat, and blowing a paper horn like crazy. Bambi looks to be visibly annoyed by her boss, rolling her eyes, and nodding towards Williams.

Reginald: William D. Williams, I know you're probably still sore from your match, you're not happy how you won it, but I just wanted to tell you that I was really impressed with your performance in the Tap Out Gauntlet, as well as tonight against Johnny Knuckles. That is why I am naming you the #1 Contender for the APW Tap Out Championship, and you'll face TJ at the Survive & Conquer Pay Per View!

Williams rubs his throat a bit, but nods his head in approval.

Williams: That's smooth.

Reginald: You're welcome!

Williams exits the office, while Reginald blows his horn again! The camera cuts back out ringside.

Nailz: Well, now we have two big title matches announced for Survive & Conquer! We already knew that Phil Atken will be defending his APW Undisputed Championship against Michael Callahan, but now, "The Soul of Philly" TJ's Tap Out Title is on the line in a Tap Out Rules Match with "The Smooth One" William D. Williams! Things are heating up in the Asylum!

Beckett: Those are definitely huge stories, but I think one of the biggest things to come out of tonight is the return of Shane Borderland, who cost Jason Kash the Suicidal Championship earlier tonight! Once Kash is back from his suspension, you got to think that those two will be on a collision course, possibly for RassleMania!

Nailz: We are well on our way to RassleMania, but our next big stop along the road will be the Survive & Conquer Pay Per View, live in just three weeks at Wembley Stadium, and on pay per view all around the world! 100 Mega Stars from all over the world of wrestling will compete in the huge S&C Match! It's the biggest match of the year, and it's only in APW!

Beckett: But that's in three weeks, now, it's Main Event time!

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

Nailz: And there he is, the new Tag Team Champion. Earlier tonight, his partner squared off with Michael Callahan and what a match that was?

Beckett: It was a damn good match but outshined by the classic that him and Callahan put on at Christmas Chaos. Bailey may have lost a lot of momentum at Christmas Chaos, but if he can beat Phil Atken here tonight he'll regrettably get thrown straight back into the title hunt.

Nailz: Maybe not Survive and Conquer though, because he's entering this years spectacular 100 man battle royal. Never before seen, only at APW.

The sound of “Heavyweight Champion of the World” by Reverend and The Makers hits the speakers and for every pop that anyone has got tonight, the heat for Atken is ten times as loud. Truly, this despicable man is hated by this building as much as is humanly possible. Dirkwood can scarcely get the words in as he, Atken and Hank the Security Guard all arrive together making Anthony slightly apprehensive.

Beckett: Here comes our new champion! What a match he and Sally had at Christmas Chaos eh Russ?

Nailz: I don't like him, most people don't, but say what you will, The Unforutnate One is more than the goof he's come across as this past year. He's one of the most crass, cunning manipulators in the business. He knows how to play the field, and he's got a deadly arsenal in that ring. He made Sally Talfourd tap out. How many people can say that?

Beckett: Anthony Bailey can. Oh... wait... Tapped OUT? My bad.

Halfway down the entrance ramp, Dirk does the honours of announcing his client.

Dirk Dickwood: Here, standing before all you Mancunian scum is the GREATEST heavyweight champion to ever grace this world! He is bold, he is fabulous, he is simply unbeatable and that man Anthony Bailey stands absolutely no chance whatsoever! I introduce to you all, the one and only, the incomparable, immeasurable, MISTER PHIIIIILLL ATK-blargh! Jesus!

Dickwood hits the ground like a sack of bricks thanks to a surprise ambush attack from Michael Callahan and Martinez the friendly Mariners baseball bat. Callahan swings for Dirk's kidneys and smashes Chief of Security Hank with a clubbing blow to the guts. Callahan follows up with an overhead shot to the back of Hank and with three strikes, he's dismantled Atken's entourage before the champ can even stop strutting and realise what's just happened. It all happened so fast, that by the time Atken notices Dirk taking the Lord's name in vain, he's already getting accosted by Callahan. The world champion spins around to confront his attacker only to get shunted in the face by the tip of the bat, an audible cracking sound picked up on the microphone as the new champion hits the ground. The crowd absolutely eat it up.

Russ T. Nailz: Good grief! Callahan's just took Atken and his posse out ahead of his match with Anthony Bailey!

Beckett: Damn! Well, if there was any doubt that their beneficial friendship against The Pillars was over, there it is right now! What a scumbag! How could Callahan do this to Phil Atken?! His close friend!

Spilled from it's owners grasp, Callahan notices the world heavyweight championship lying on the floor and grabs it for himself. He brandishes it high above the ring, a trophy of his hunt and gets a strong but mixed reaction from the fans who are 70/30 still convinced he's still a scumbag. Anthony Bailey looks on, not entirely sure what to make of the situation. Callahan takes the title and rams it into Atken's barely conscious face, grinding it against his mouth as he screams abuse at him.

Michael Callahan: YOU SEE THIS CHAMPIONSHIP PHILIP?! CAN YOU SEE IT?! CAN YOU TASTE IT ON YOUR PUCKERED LITTLE LIPS?! SAVOUR IT ATKEN, BECAUSE YOUR FREAK-SHOW CINDERELLA FAIRYTALE REIGN IS COMING TO A STOP AT SURVIVE AND CONQUER!

He slams the belt into Atken's face and lays him flat out on the mat, holding it up once more triumphantly for the fans to see. Callahan then remembers what he came out to do and recklessly throws the championship at the ground so he can free up his hands to drag Phil Atken by his mop of blonde hair to the ring. He hauls the heavy grappler underneath the bottom rope and rolls him to Bailey who doesn't know whether to thank Callahan or go after him.

Nailz: I did not expect this! Callahan is feeding Atken right into Bailey's ring. This one is a straight science.

MAIN EVENT
Anthony Bailey VS Phil Atken (NON-TITLE MATCH)

Anthony Bailey ponders his move for the briefest of moment, shrugs and makes the lateral press on Phil Atken. The referee slides to make the count. This one's academic. The bell has barely rung and the referee is counting already.

Beckett: Damn it Bailey! Always taking advantage! I'm appalled Callahan can't be happy for our Unfortunate Champion! Why? I used to think so highly of him!

Nailz: Because his despicable nature knows no alliances, Steve. He'll turn his back on anyone and anything to get what he wants, which is the world's heavyweight championship. COVER by Bailey now. This is it!

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THR-KICKOUT!

Anthony's eyes go wide as saucers, as do everyone in attendance.

Nailz: Atken kicked out?! HOW?! He's just been brutalised.

Beckett: He's tougher than he gets credit for! Atken will not be mugged by the likes of Pro Life cowboys disguised as wrestlers! Bailey should know better than to be surprised by his toughness!

Bailey pulls Atken to his feet and leads him like a lamb to the slaughter in the centre of the ring. Bailey then bounces off the nearest rope and sails over Atken's head with The Word of Promise on a delirious Phil Atken who's easy pickings now for a cover attempt.

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Winner: Anthony Bailey

Beckett: That's it?! It's already over!?

“Hometown Hero” hits the speakers and Bailey raises an arm to the delight of the fans but takes little joy in this skill lacking victory. Such is the exertion made by Bailey that he needn't bother showering before suiting up again. Callahan on the entrance ramp holds Martinez high up in the air and makes a gesture at the waist for his title while Phil Atken lies motionless on the mat as we start to wrap up Asylum.

Nailz: Well, the first shots have been fired in the war between Atken and Callahan leading up to Survive and Conquer but now Bailey has a win over the world heavyweight champion after JUST coming up short a couple of weeks back to the challenger! How will this factor into the developments as we head to next Asyum, the final show before Survive and Conquer?

Beckett: Your guess is as good as mine Nailz but hopefully Callahan gets his comeuppance for attacking our underdog champion like that! What a scumbag! Atken will have his revenge! His reputation has been smeared by this loss to Anthony Bailey!

Nailz: Well that's all for now, join us for the fallout in two weeks for the final Asylum before the biggest ever Survive and Conquer with over 100 participants! This has been Russ T. Nailz...

Beckett: And I'm Steve “Colour Me Disappointed” Beckett.

Nailz: Good night!