Asylum 1/20-Blackpool, England

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Ida Maria's “Bad Kharma” plays over the loudspeakers as APW Asylum comes on the air. The camera pans around the Blackpool Tower Circus, an intimate venue that seats around 1,500 fans of Action Packed Wrestling! The ring is set up in the center, with two aisles set up towards it, one an entrance aisle, the second an exit aisle. The fans are on their feet, cheering loudly and showing off their signs. The camera focuses on the announce team of Russ T. Nailz and Steve Beckett at ringside.

Nailz: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to APW Asylum! I'm Russ T. Nailz, alongside my broadcast partner Steve Beckett! We're in the historic Tower Circus here in Blackpool England on the last stop before Survive & Conquer for the Asylum crew, and boy, do we have an action packed show tonight!

Beckett: We're going to be starting things off with a preview of the Survive & Conquer match itself, as five Asylum Mega Stars who are entered in the big 100-Person Battle Royale will be facing off in an over the top rope challenge!

Nailz: Also, after Johnny Knuckles got himself disqualified against William D. Williams Jr. last week, General Manager Reginald Schmidt has scheduled a rematch for tonight, this time with the No DQ stipulation!

Beckett: And with just one week before his huge title defense against Michael Callahan, Phil Atken takes on Callahan's lackey, The GI, in our Main Event! Callahan cleaned Atken's clock two weeks ago, and could really get further inside the head of the champion just one week before their big match!

Nailz: Now we hand it over to Shane West, already in the ring and awaiting the two men who are a mere week away from the political battle of the century.

Beckett: I can already hear that draft letter that Atken's attorney is already drawing up. Seriously, this place is tiny.

We cut to the ring where set up on opposing sides are two classical wooden podiums, Shane West standing between them, half ready to be a moderator, half referee.

West: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Asylum and this, the first and last of the Atken/Callahan debates.

The crowd can barely hide their extreme indifference. Even Shane West looks a little bit hesitant to share a ring with the two most repugnant gentlemen in APW.

West: At this time I would like to welcome the first... competitor? Is that the right word for a debate? I would like to welcome the CURRENT APW World Heavyweight Champion...

A smattering of cheers breaks out over a wave of boos.

West: Blackpool, please welcome... Phil Atken!

"Heavyweight Champion of the World" begins to play as out from the exit ramp swaggers one Philip Martin Atken, the World Heavyweight Championship gleaming from his waist. Half way down to the ring, Atken grabs the camera and begins to scream "why are we having a debate? Damn it Reggie!" in the poor cameraman's face.

Nailz: Phil Atken making his way to the ring for this fierce and fiery debate but he's looking none too pleased about heading in to a debate.

Beckett: You have to wonder if he's afraid of Callahan's golden tongue or if he just hates this label of politician that seems to have been slapped on him by our wonderful marketers.

Nailz: Well if our rather uncomfortable looking cameraman is too be believed, I would put good money on him hating the label.

Beckett: And Reginald has fanned that flame kicking of this week's Asylum with a live debate.

Atken grudingly wipes his feet while sneering at a crowd who are not sure whether to hug him or bottle him as he takes his place at the podium, glaring a hole through Shane West as he does so. He removes the World Heavyweight Championship from his waist and positions it on his podium, leaning against it as he does so. A small but vocal “Atken!” chant breaks out from the first few front rows.

West: And now introducing his opponent at Survive and Conquer, a man with a wealth of campaign experience, I'm sure he's participated in a few of these in the past... Michael Callahan!

"Midlife Crisis" by Faith No More hits the speakers and Callahan steps out of the curtains to a rather loud chorus of jeering from the Blackpool audience who are less pleased to see an American than they are to see a Scotsman. He smiles and waves at the local wildlife but doesn't particularly pay them any mind as he saunters down in his finest Savile Row suit to the ring. Climbing the steps, Callahan like Atken before him wipes his perfectly tailored loafers on the apron and climbs into the ring as casually as one can. He takes his position at the podium and smiles, eager to tear apart Atken in a verbal debate.

West: Okay gentleman, first of all I want to extend my appreciation for not immediately rushing to each other's throats.

The camera picks up Atken muttering “not immediately” under his breathe while Callahan flashes a toothy smile to the Blackpool audience. The Blackpool audience, taking this to be an insult about British teeth heavily rain boos down upon him.

West: This was arranged to allow you both to expand on your views from the last Asylum...

Atken: Without the danger of a crazed man swinging around his baseball bat? Seriously Shane, if you want to debate, let's debate whether we should admit Michael Callahan to a god damn insane asyl...

West: Mr. Atken, you are speaking outside of your allocated time and I'm going to have to ask the crew to cut your mic.

Atken looks visibly enraged, puffed cheeks, red faced as he continues to yell into his no longer active microphone, the fans chanting “cut his mic” in his direction. Callahan can't help but laugh.

West: So, first question goes to Michael Callahan. For all your talk last week of doing things “the right way”, how can you possibly justify a malicious assault on Phil Atken and his team of advisors prior to his bout against Anthony Bailey? How can you consider that just and right?

Callahan takes to the mic with a certain air of ease around him, big smile on his face.

Callahan: In this game we play Shane, you either live by the sword or you die by the sword. Just last week and throughout my career I claimed to be a man of good character and taste, yet Phil Atken is a man who has built his legacy on taking advantage of others weaknesses and waiting at the side-lines for the right moment to swoop in and take what doesn't belong to him. I call it like I see it, Shane. I refuse to abide bullies, cheaters, liars and sometimes to put those people in their place, you have to fight fire with fire. When I came out last week and pummelled Phil Atken with a baseball bat and fed him to Phil Atken? I did so to give him a taste of his own medicine and let him finally realise what it's like when people start throwing out the rulebook.

As Callahan continues into his response, Atken can't hide his feeling towards the man, alternating between rolling his eyes at Callahan and openly guffawing at his statements. Callahan continues to soldier on regardless.

Callahan: And as for using my baseball bat to do the job? Well, I'm not gonna' lie. Phil Atken although incredibly lazy is one tough customer and given that it was me against three other people, I had to take what advantage I could to make sure that the battle was won and that Atken wouldn't try and do what I did which was use advantages to score a cheap win over Anthony Bailey. I took out Hank, I took out Dickwood, I evened the playing field, then I levelled Philip for having the audacity to even bring them out in the first place. Now he knows what it feels like to be robbed of the opportunities he deserves, just like he picked and prayed and stole my opportunity to take the world championship from that heartless harridan Sally Talfourd.

Shane throws his hand up to stop Callahan just as he's wrapping up, indicating Callahan is out of time.

West: Mr. Atken, do you have anything to add?

Atken: Anything to add? TO ADD? He hit my friend in the skull with a baseball bat, Dirk was in hospital for days recovering, he's not built for that kind of violence. He is purely there for moral support and guidance and yet Callahan gets his jollies off hitting an old man in the back of the skull and you want me to rationally discuss that? You want me to stand there and have a bit of back and forth banter over this like it's some kind of frivolous matter? Let me tell you something Shane...

Atken's mic is once again cut of as he continues to rave into the microphone, Shane looking quite unperturbed by the whole situation.

West: I'm sorry Mr. Atken, you have again used up your allotted time but thankfully the next question goes to you anyway...

Atken's mic is cued up once more.

Atken: And after that is shoved up there, I'll make your god damn mother watch it...

West: Mr. Atken...

Atken: And she'll be wondering where on Earth it even came from, I mean it's not like her only son is a NASA astronaut...

West: MR. ATKEN!

Atken snaps his head back towards Shane, Callahan again relishing the tilt that he put his Survive and Conquer opponent on.

West: Mr. Atken, when you stood in the ring last week and discussed the issue of faith vs. science in wrestling, did you give much consideration to all of those who came before you? Those like Sally Talfourd, Anthony Bailey and Jason Kash, those who believe that wrestling is still about the fight and less about the mind.

Atken appears to be visibly salviating at the question, licking his lips in preparation for his response. He leans in close to the microphone with a mile wide smile on his face.

Atken: Ah, finally, something sensible. Maybe this isn't a live exercise in futility after all. Shane, that strikes me as an awfully naïve question, a question of a similar caliber to that coming from one of these fools in this tightly packed and odourful audience this evening. I mean, what does a Blackpool audience have as an understanding of depth? They spent most of the year debating the electricity bill for a series of Fred Flintstone lights on their main street, they're hardly a culture capital now are they?

A chant of “ill-um-in-ations *clap clap clapclapclap*” breaks out in the crowd but doesn't seem to stop Phil who has now reached a stride.

Atken: You though Shane, I thought you might have a higher level of understanding about this issue. It's really quite simple, those that came before me, they came BEFORE me, Shane. They are really, to be viciously honest, outdated. Look at Anthony Bailey, a man who wishes to epitomise the image of the fair fight, a man who wishes to be viewed as APW's fighter of wrongs and enforcer of rights. He wants to build a bond between him and the audience, god knows why, but he does. Yet, when present a man like me on a silver platter, off the back of a sneak attack from this American miscreant standing in front of me, he happily laps that up. He drinks in that easy victory like mother's milk, nuzzling in there, getting comfortable and soaking it all up...

West: And again Mr. Atken, I have to stop you... Mr Callahan, your response?

Callahan: I'm in total agreement. Anthony Bailey is as hypocritical as I am American, it's skin deep, rooted in him like a genetic disease affecting his behaviours. Yet he wears the dead skin mask of some goodie two-shoes saint that he portrays himself as to hide what's really inside, a reprehensible, deplorable human being. And God only knows that Jason Kash has to rely on fight because he doesn't have much of a mind he can fall back on now does he? Now Atken, you came out here last week and declared yourself a man of science. West? You're asking about the people of heart, the Sally Talfourd's and the Kurt Noble's of the world. Well if Phil Atken is a man of science and Sally Talfourd is a woman of fight, then I'm the best of both worlds. I have the mind to strategise and the heart to win the battle, and if you don't have both Phil then you won't beat me at Survive and Conquer.

He points at his head, then at his chest.

West: Okay, Mr. Callahan, next one goes to you. I think we already know this but can you clarify your feelings on the estate tax and indeed why you would be so happy to label it as an estate tax?

Callahan smoothly takes to the microphone once more as Atken goes bug eyed at the very idea of the question.

Callahan: I find estate tax to be the gravest... uhh, pardon the pun, of all gove-

Callahan is about to launch into his answer but Atken steps away from his podium and heads towards Shane West, yanking the microphone from West and glaring him down.

Atken: West, that struck me as a particularly political question. Now, if you want me to play nice and stand here while I listen to Michael Callahan try and weave a tale of woe and redemption, I'll play my part in the circus less Reginald try and find some quirky bylaw to strip me of what is rightfully mine but Shane, look at me Shane...

Atken continues to glare a whole down Shane West, Callahan looking on slightly bemused at the turn of events. Atken responds by slapping Shane in the face. Shane staggers a bit but Atken ensures that West goes nowhere, grabbing him by the collar, almost spitting in his face as he continues to speak.

Atken: I said look at me Shane, treat your champion, treat your leader with the respect that he deserves. Look in my eyes and tell me why you thought that you'd add a political element to this discussion. Tell me why you and hell, the rest of the hapless loons who have been entrusted with the damn keys to the castle wish to brand me, a voice for the helpless as some kind of lowlife, skeezy, scuzzy, scumbag politician like that walking, talking mountain of bull looking like the damn Cheshire cat as he stands at this stupid wooden cheap rate podiums they no doubt bought at Ikea twenty minutes ago...

Shane looks bewildered as Atken slaps him in the face again. Callahan looks towards to crowd and shrugs off the whole thing as Shane West begins to quake a little.

Atken: Answer me Shane, answer the question. Why do you wish to continuely feed into a false narrative designed to belittle the man who will lead this show to a bright new tomorrow. Why do you wish to undermine your future fuhrer? It doesn't seem wise to me Shane. It doesn't seem wise at all, to align yourself with the guys like Reginald, the guys on their way out under my reign. So, why Shane? Why did you ask that mundane political question? Why did you do it Shane? Why did you do it?

Atken shoves the microphone in to West's face and West begins to mutter and stammer out a response but just as he begins, Callahan seems to get tired of Atken's particular brand of insanity and pulls him off of West. Atken swings wildly at Callahan but Callahan blocks it and shoves of Atken, sending Atken flying to the ropes. Callahan grabs West's mic from the ground as Atken leans against the ropes, steaming and stewing at Callahan.
Callahan: I'll tell you why Atken, because this dog and pony show is utterly irrelevant just like the questions being asked and y'know something Atken? At Survive and Conquer, your world title reign is going to become irrelevant. It's going to be just another slur in a legacy of true champions, of men and women of calibre who could say they were proud champions with the belt. You, Sally and Jason Kash won't be allowed to defile that belt anymore than it already has once I get my hands on it and rebuild the legacy. Keep counting the days Atken because at Survive and Conquer? This little underdog side-show championship reign is ending, and ALL my constituents will join me in electing The American Hero as The American Champion and Asylum's TRUE head of State! And that Atken is a promise.

Cut to commercial.

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Nailz: Survive & Conquer is exactly two weeks away, Johnny, and we’re kicking off tonight’s in-ring action with a preview and a five-person battle royal.

Beckett: You can’t exactly prepare for a 100-person battle royal match, but it can’t hurt to get in a little practice. A great opportunity to gain some momentum for each of these Asylum Megastars. Over to you Tony.

The camera cuts to a shot of Tony Stenfelder standing in the ring, mic at the ready.

Stenfelder: The following contest is a battle royal match. It has elimination rules, wrestlers are eliminated if they go over the top rope and both feet hit the floor. The last wrestler standing wins the match.

[glow=white,4,600]Moonlight is about to transform some people into strange creatures To drive others mad! Hola supro llando llenda... One small step for man, one gaint leap for... Does the moon actually possess such strange powers? Or is it all just lunacy?[/glow]

The crowd begins to jeer as they know who is coming out next. When the static from the song begins everything goes dark. Spotlights flash onto the entrance to the ring area.

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

Craven steps out from behind the curtain to a wall of boos. The camera's pan across the arena showing the various anti-Slade Craven signs. Slade pays them no mind as he begins to walk down the ramp. His black ring jeans with green flames embroidered on the leggings move like 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 hatred as he rolls his shoulders letting his leather jacket slide down his arms. He spins and jumps down to the center ring and takes off his sunglasses. Slade is ready to fight.

Nailz: We’ve seen a discernible change in Slade Craven’s personality in recent weeks, and there seems to be a huge problem with his once tag team partner Shadow.

Beckett: He’s turned a corner; he’s seen that he can’t afford to carry dead weights if he’s going to reach the top on Asylum.

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 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.

Stenfelder: From Cologne, Germany; he weighs 260lbs...”THE KILLERPLAUZE”...STEFAN RAAB!!!

Nailz: Stefan Raab continues in his quest to become APW’s most hated man; now he’s on a mission to antagonise President Jeff.

Beckett: Who knows what is going on with this whacko from week to week. All I know is that President Jeff is not a man to be crossed – just ask Nathaniel Havok.

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

Stenfelder: From Tampa, FL; weighing 230lbs, he is one half of the APW Tag Team Champions...ANTHONY “THE PROMISE” BAILEY!!!

Nailz: Anthony Bailey finds himself in an odd situation tonight, in opposition to his regular tag team partner Jair Hopkins.

Beckett: Sounds to me like a stitch-up. What’s the odds these two weasels work together against the rest. It’s not right I tell you.

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. In tow we see the current APW North American Champion, Logan Alexander.

Stenfelder: From Pleasanton, CA; weighing 129lbs, she is the current APW Suicidal Champion...AUBREY J. PARKER!!!

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, exchanging a few words with Logan.

Nailz: The new darling of the APW faithful, AJP has been a heck of a roll of late, culminating with that Suicidal Title in last time out.

Beckett: Yeah, yeah...but who said anything about bring bodyguards for this match?

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

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

Stenfelder: From The Bronx, NY; weighing 200lbs, he is one half of the APW Tag Team Champions...JAIR HOPKINS!!!

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

Nailz: I have to say, Steve, I’m becoming really impressed with this young man. I think we’re looking at a future World Heavyweight Champion in Jair Hopkins.

Beckett: You sycophant. What I wish for nothing else is for this Dying Breed to finally become extinct. VOTE CALLAHAN!

Survive & Conquer Promo Battle Royal
“The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab vs. Slade “The Main Man” Craven vs. Anthony “The Promise” Bailey vs. AJP vs. Jair Hopkins

The match begins with The Dying Breed gravitating to one side of the ring, Craven and Raab to the other, AJP stuck in the middle ground. Craven and Raab go into conference, AJP does an ‘eenie-meanie-miney-mo’ with both sides of the ring, the ‘mo’ landing on Raab and Craven, so she charges in and suspends their conference with a double clothesline. Raab gets up, AJP pushes him into the direction of Bailey and Hopkins, who look at each other, shrug shoulders then double suplex the German into the mat. AJP quickly gets to work on Slade Craven, whipping him into a corner and delivering a running Guile kick, then a springboard tornado DDT. With Raab floored Bailey and Hopkins get up, give each a nod and shake hands. Bailey tries to walk off but Hopkins doesn’t let go of his hand. Bailey gives Hopkins a curious look, a smile creeps across his face and he takes up a fighting stance. However, AJP steps in, grabs both of the tag champs and bashes their heads together. She gets to work on Bailey, taking him down with a snapmare, then locking in a chin lock with body scissors. Hopkins stumbles back onto the ropes, giving Craven the chance to move in and connect with the Click Kick, sending Hopkins over the top and out of the match.

Nailz: Well, any theory about The Dying Breed working together to eliminate the opposition has been put to rest.

ELIMINATED: JAIR HOPKINS

Craven turns with a smile on his face, but he’s caught by Raab who delivers a couple of European uppercuts. Raab attempts a German suplex, but Craven elbows his way out, then steps across and stomps on the head of AJP, breaking the hold she has on Bailey. As Raab recovers he charges Craven, but gets countered with a headbutt floors the German; Craven follows this up with a standing elbow drop to the heart. Craven tries to pick Raab up, but the German responds with a low blow, then a DDT. Raab goes for a cover, but the ref steps in and explains the rules of this match don’t include pinfalls. Raab starts to throw a tantrum, but the ref warns him that like his forebears, if Raab gives him any jip, he’ll kick him all the way back to Berlin. While all this is going on, AJP uses the kneeling Craven as a launching pad, nailing Raab with a Frankenwizard – Logan Alexander applauds at ringside. Raab gets to his feet in a daze, Craven gives him a Click Kick that sends him spinning into the arms of Bailey who gives him a slice of Guaranteed Success. With Raab in a right state, the three Megastars join forces to lift Raab and launch him over the top rope. The crowd is delighted to see the German villain get his due.

Nailz: By the looks of it, sauerkraut is not on the menu for these fans in Blackpool.

Beckett: Whatever you do - DON’T MENTION THE WAR!

ELIMINATED: “THE KILLERPLAUZE” STEFAN RAAB

However cheers turn to boos when Craven blindsides AJP and clotheslines her down to the mat. Bailey charges in, but gets an arm drag for his trouble, followed by a Harley Race-style running knee to the head. Craven lifts Bailey into a turnbuckle and delivers half a dozen shoulder thrusts, before running around the ring to charge in...only to be intercepted by AJP who comes off the top rope with a missile dropkick. AJP gets up and blows a kiss to the crowd before running at Bailey and wrapping her legs around his head. However, Bailey is smart to it, countering with a sitout powerbomb after a couple of steps forward. Bailey tries to lift AJP and manoeuvres her towards the ropes, but Craven steps in with a roundhouse kick to the ribs. Bailey flops down against the middle ropes, Craven steps in and starts pounding him with repeated punches. Craven drags Bailey out in a face lock, AJP steps-up off Bailey’s back and hits Craven with a leg lariat, which in turn results in Bailey taking a DDT.

Nailz: There’s more swings and turns in this match than you’d find in a children’s playground.

AJP gets to her feet and hits the ropes as Craven rises. Slade swings an arm to counter, AJP ducks under it and runs through to the opposite ropes, coming back Slade this time counters successfully with flapjack. Craven gets up, this time caught off guard by Bailey who looks for the Word of Promise, but as Bailey tries to back flip using the top rope, Craven is able to counter and push Bailey forward over the top rope and to the arena floor.

Nailz: WHAT A STORY! Slade Craven has just eliminated the former World Heavyweight Champion, Anthony Bailey!

Beckett: What did I tell you, Nailz, tonight is The Main Man’s moment to shine.

Nailz: He’s still got the small matter of our current Suicidal Champion to overcome.

ELIMINATED: ANTHONY “THE PROMISE” BAILEY

Craven and AJP go toe to toe in the middle of the ring, clinching in a collar-elbow tie-up. Craven easily overpowers AJP and pushes her into a corner, delivering repeating back hand chops to the chest, then he gives her some shoulder thrusts to the midriff, followed by a stalling brainbuster, milking every bit of heat from the crowd. Logan Alexander looks on anxiously at ringside, but shouts out a few words of encouragement.

Nailz: Slade Craven has taken charge of this match, he can do whatever he wants to AJP here.

Craven lifts AJP and drags her to the ropes, trying to lift her over the top. However, AJP shows her tenacity by countering with a back elbow to the sternum, then a backfist to the face. AJP hits the ropes, but Craven counters and ties her up with a sleeper hold, which he quickly transitions into a German suplex. Maintaining the waistlock, Craven lifts AJP and gives her a second German suplex, and a THIRD!

Beckett: What a display! What an exhibition Craven is putting on here – he’s dismantling the Suicidal Champion!

With AJP down Craven steps across and climbs to the nearest top turnbuckle. Throwing out a bit of Macho Man showboating, Craven looks for the big time elbow drop but AJP rolls away and Craven gets nothing but canvas – much to the delight of this raucous crowd of Lancastrians. As Craven struggles back to his feet AJP throws him down with an arm drag. Craven is up quickly though, but not for long before AJP drops him with a spinning heel kick. Then bouncing off the ropes AJP charges at Craven looking for The Makeunder, but Slade reverses with a thrust spinebuster.

Having had enough, Craven drags AJP to the ropes and starts to lift her over the top. She resists though, kicking out with her legs, Craven manages to get her over the top, but AJP lands with her feet safely planted on the ring apron. Craven hits the ropes, looking for extra momentum, and charges at AJP like a runaway train, but she slingshots over the top and this time connects with The Makeunder. AJP hits the top rope and leaps off looking for an axe kick shining wizard, but Craven dodges it and counters with a heart punch. AJP stumbles back onto the ropes, Craven moves across, lifts her legs above her head and tosses her over the top rope.

Beckett: YES! He’s done it! The Main Man has shown his lights here!

Slade turns away with his arms aloft, but the ref remains unmoved.

Nailz: It’s not over yet....AJP is clinging onto that top rope for all her life’s worth....and her feet have yet to touch the ground!

AJP pulls herself up and over the top rope in the manner of HBK. Slade turns and is caught by total surprise as he sees AJP bearing down on him, he cannot react as she lands a double footed front dropkick to the chest, sending him stumbling backwards onto the ropes. AJP is up quickly, runs at Slade and connects with a bicycle kick that sends Craven over the top and crashing to the floor. The crowd erupts with delight.

ELIMINATED: SLADE “THE MAIN MAN” CRAVEN

WINNER: AUBREY J. PARKER

Stenfelder: The winner of this match, the current APW Suicidal Champion...AUBREY J. PARKER!!!

AJP falls back into a seated position on the canvas and pumps her arms in the air. Logan Alexander slides into the ring and helps lift AJP to her feet, raising her hand and getting a good pop from the Blackpool crowd.

Nailz: It’s another impressive performance, and another huge win for AJP....is there anyone with more momentum behind her on Asylum right now?

Beckett: I thought she was a goner, Nailz...I thought Slade Craven had this one signed and sealed.

Nailz: I think Craven himself thought that, but AJP never gave up. Although we must give a shout to Craven, who put up a heck of fight here tonight. This could be the night when we say he has finally turned the corner on Asylum?

Aubrey J. Parker walks to the ropes and steps out to the apron, asking Logan Alexander for a microphone. He retrieves one from Stenfelder and hands it to Parker. She steps back to the center of the ring and brings it to her mouth.

AJP: Next Sunday... 100 people are coming out to this ring for a chance to win a million dollars and immortalize themselves in this company and this business for eternity. And for weeks we've heard everybody talk about who's going to win, and who's going to flop. We've seen people run out to ringside and fight like a bunch of animals to assert their dominance, and I'm guilty of it too... but there's not a doubt in my mind that you're looking at the winner of Survive and Conquer 2013.

The small audience cheers at Parker's comments and she adjusts the microphone in her hand.

AJP: Everybody that was in this ring tonight doubted me and this is only a taste of what to expect next Sunday. There are a lot of talented names out there and you're going to see a lot of stories told in that ring...

Parker kneels down and pulls her Suicidal Championship belt from the apron. She walks back to the center of the ring and holds it above her head.

AJP: But there aren't many people in that match that know what it takes to walk through Hell and come out on the other side with a fortune. Now... allow me to address something that happened out here two weeks ago that people have enjoyed giving me a lot of grief for...

She places the title belt on her shoulder and turns to the nearest camera.

AJP: I won the Suicidal Championship from Jason Kash fourteen days ago after Jason was struck by Shane Borderland. A lot of people don't like the way I won the title and a few people have even gone so far as to say that I haven't earned any of my achievements in APW. And to that I say...

Parker looks around at the murmuring crowd for a moment before bringing the microphone up to her mouth again.

AJP: Tough. If anybody wants to take ANYTHING from me, then I invite them to come and try.

If there's one thing I've never done, it's back down from a challenge. So whether it's 99 people or just one clown in the back that thinks that I'm here to play house instead of headlining pay per views, I'll take on any and all challengers.

Give me a fight. I'll give you a main event. I'll survive, and I'll conquer.

Aubrey drops the microphone and holds the title above her head again, staring out into the audience as her music hits. After a few seconds we cut away from the scene.

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As Asylum comes back from the break, Stefan Raab storms back out to the ring, wearing a long, black jacket.

Nailz: Stefan announced that he had a very special surprise for President Jeff two weeks ago on Asylum. Could he be back out here to reveal that surprise?

Beckett: It's a safe bet...

The fans are booing Raab loudly as he tries to get a word in edgewise, but they're simply too loud. He has a sour look on his face as he begins to speak.

Stefan Raab: Well well look where I am? Being stuck in a crap hole country that is almost becoming the next America with how you British scum bags act like you are Americans. Anyway I am not out here to talk about that. I am out here because a certain bitch owner has been ignoring me ever since I came back from my suspension.

The crowd boos Stefan even more due to the cheap insult to their country, as well as his pot shot at Jeff.

Stefan Raab: I said I will find a way of getting President Jeff's attention and I think I am getting there on wanting that son of a bitch in a match badly. Look at this Jeff do you see anyone else in APW demanding a match against you at Rasslemania? No you don't and why? Because they are scared of you but I am not one of those people. I am a man that isn't afraid of a fight especially against someone like you.

The crowd lets Stefan have it, booing him at the top of their lungs. He just soaks it in, as a sick smile forms across his face, like he knows something that the crowd does not.

Stefan Raab: So yes I got a massive surprise for you tonight Jeff. I was pissed off that I had to pretend to represent APW in the battle royal tonight because I hate APW and everything it stands for. Which is why I have in my hand an APW t-shirt that I am throwing in the ring right now.

Stefan throws the t-shirt of APW to the mat and then he spits on it. He then continues to speak.

Stefan Raab: Why did I do that? Oh that's right because I won't be representing this piece of shit company that have treated me like crap since I arrived in APW. I am sick and tired of the questions that I get all the time about why I am not representing APW in the Survive and Conquer Pay Per View coming up which I have explained just now. This company that I am representing are people that get behind me in everything I do and hell they treat me a lot better than this company has ever done. Here is your answer on what company I am representing at Survive and Conquer.

Stefan takes his coat off to reveal a t-shirt with the WEW logo on it with a sick smile on his face knowing that he will get Jeff's attention big time with the massive boos in the crowd.

Nailz: Oh my god. Stefan just back stabbed us all in the back with him representing WEW company over APW at the Survive and Conquer rumble match. This is disgusting.

Beckett: Now we know why he claims himself as The Most Hated Man In APW. I hate to agree with you but this is totally sick and disrespectful. Stefan Raab is a traitor to everyone in APW. I lost all of my respect for this guy.

Nailz: And he's smiling about it? I hate to think what Jeff is thinking right now. What a horrible human being Stefan Raab is.

Stefan Raab: What do you all think I was going to do kiss President Jeff's ass for one night? No that would make me a hypocrite seeing how much I hate him. I refuse to represent him and this fake ass company. Now I can be happy because I don't have to pretend to represent some company that clearly I am not happy with any more. Call me whatever you want but be sure that I will be walking out Survive and Conquer as the winner and winning money for WEW and for myself as well.

The crowd chants “RAAB SUCKS! RAAB SUCKS!” throughout the whole arena. Stefan mocks them in return, yelling “W! E! W!” as he heads up the exit aisle.

We head backstage in front of a door labeled, “The Dying Breed” Johnny Knuckles walks in front of it and heads towards a nearby soda machine and much to his dismay doesn’t carry Donkey Punch, but is now is filled with Chocolate Wasted. As he walks to the water fountain he runs into the Dying Breed’s own William D. Williams Jr. and he promptly gives Knuckles the side eye.

The Smooth One: Water? You should try some Chocolate Wasted its better for you…fraud.

Knuckles: Excuse you?

The Smooth One: You heard me con artist.

Knuckles: Hey Williams….you need to watch your mouth!! Just remember that this is MY house and as a guest, you abide by MY rules.


The Smooth One: I haven’t been here that long, but I did hear that you were one of the toughest cats on the Asylum roster and that you've got to beat Knux to earn your stripes. Well all I’ve heard in the back is that you are perpetrating a fraud and you are not who you say are. Until there is some resolution with all of the Kealey stuff you stay out of my way..or else there is going to be trouble…TROUBLE!!

Knuckles: Keep shaking the bear cage Williams; and bet that i don't END you. When you know my situation, when you get the facts straight? Then you can speak. I like you kid i really do, but don't EVER forget where you are. You are really pushing me and as much as I'd like to think we are "cool", i won't hesitate to fuck you up. Learn to respect......

The Smooth One: I have a lot of regard for your talent because whomever you are when you get in that ring you put in work, but your integrity has been questioned and until that is resolved I’ll reserve my respect.


Knuckles: You got it all wrong Williams…

The Smooth One: Hey I’ll see you in the ring! You need to get it together guy…and soon!

The rest of the Dying Breed come out the “TDB” dressing room

Anthony Bailey: You ok Bro?

The Smooth One: Yeah…I am good..let’s go there’s nothing to see here!

The Dying Breed go on their way as and that familiar feeling of frustration. begins to rise. The Dying Breed look back at an angry Knuckles and begin to laugh. Now Knuckles can’t earn the respect of a rookie, he is confused and frustrated by what has happened and is a bit of a quandary. Knuckles begins to mumble to nobody in particular.

Knuckles: I have lost the respect of the locker room, the APW fans, I am even starting doubt myself.

APW goes to commercial while the frustration continues to boil up inside of Johnny Knuckles.

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''Time to say Goodbye'' by Andrei Bocelli and Sarah Brightman hits the PA system sending the small crowd in Blackpool England into a fit of confusion. Moments later - Overdrive residents Level-One and the current APW undisputed champion Terry Marvin both step out onstage led by Felipe DeLoren before being joined by the LeWinter sisters.

Nailz: Oh great! Who in the hell invited these guys to Sunday Night Asylum!?

Beckett: I don't agree with you often but you're absolutely right! This is our show not theirs - security needs to get this trash off our premises!

The Sindicate marches down the ramp receiving heat from the crowd. Terry Marvin jaws off to a few overzealous fans while Level-One plugs his nose with his hands, the smell of the asylum arena was unbearable to him. The LeWinter sisters hop up onto the ring apron and each sit on the furthest side of the middle rope allowing the men to step into the ring with class. The Sindicate occupy's the ring as Felipe addresses the crowd first.

Felipe DeLoren: Welcome ladies and gentlemen. Tonight marks the first time in APW history that The Sindicate has made an appearance on the Asylum brand. Please, don't take our presence here out of context. The Sindicate is here as a part of our new brand outreach initiative. We are here on the behalf of Thursday Night Overdrive to extend an olive branch between promotions, Mega Stars and even you... fans.

''We don't want you!''
*CLAP, CLAP, CLAP*
''We don't want you!''
*CLAP, CLAP, CLAP*

The Overdrive Undisputed Champion is quick to interject.

Terry Marvin: Most importantly - the Sindicate is looking to expand in more ways then one! And after scouting the talent on Overdrive we aren't quite sure if their are any suitable additions to our corporation and so we have decided to take a tour of Asylum in hopes of finding something better. And to be quite honest - this place is off to a horrible start.

The crowd boos Terry Marvin who allows Level-One to take center stage. Before he can say a word the barricades are shaking. The countless insults he has thrown in the way of the Asylum brand has not been forgotten.

Level-One: You know what Felipe - Terry!? I think coming here was a mistake. Clearly, the 1400 people in this cramped, dumpy arena are simply too pathetic to appreciate our talents nor what the Sindicate has to offer and I can't imagine it being any different than the men and women who make up this second rate roster, as well. I'm done here.

Level-One drops his microphone and pushes past the LeWinter sisters. As he goes to step through the ropes Terry Marvin tackles him into it - talking him into staying.

Terry Marvin: You're probably right. There probably is NOBODY on this roster worthy of joining the Sindicate but I didn't come all the way here for no reason! Since we're here and we are two, young and able bodies how about we issue an open challenge.

Level-One: An open challenge?

Terry Marvin nods his head along before he throws his hands up in the air.

Terry Marvin: Terry Marvin and Level-One versus the Dying Breed here tonight... for the APW tag team championships!

Nailz: They can't do that!

Beckett: Yeah but I must admit, I actually wouldn't mind seeing that - provided our guys walk out with the titles in hand!

On cue, the lights take on a blue tinge and 'TroubleMaker' hits the speakers. Terry Marvin and Level-One's eyes dart down the ramp as Sally Talfourd bursts through the curtains with a microphone in hand and a smile on her face and the crowd loves every moment of it!

''SALLY, SALLY, SALLY!''

Nailz: It's Sally Talfourd! We may see two factions go at it, right here!

Beckett: I never thought I'd be so excited to see her here!

Sally Talfourd: Last week I was on Thursday Night Overdrive where I watched Level-One and the rest of the Sindicate bully a friend of mine out of the Survive and Conquer match. Over the past few days I've received emails, tweets and even text messages urging me to help do something about it! And so I thought about it. A chance to give the fans what they want and to make Level-One's life that much more miserable? Who am I to decline!?

The Sindicate is absolutely livid - as Felipe, Terry and Level-One all argue amongst each other; allowing the LeWinter sisters to speak up.

Kia LeWinter: This is none of your business you twit!

Violet LeWinter: Sally, you're level headed women. I know that. So please, for yours and everybodys well being saunter on backstage and don't try to be a hero before you get hurt.

Sally smiles.

Sally Talfourd: Yeah... you and what army? See, I'm not the only one who got sick to their stomach when Level-One bullied Vannah White out of this match and I'm not the only one who stood up and did something about it!

Sally Talfourd turns around as several female Survive and Conquer participants file out from the back. Aubrey J. Parker, Aurora Jansen, Reya Serra, Misty Whitmore and Sarah Twilight - all with their own reasons (or perhaps none at all) for wanting to wreak havoc on the Sindicate. With a nod, Sally Talfourd charges down to the ring with the other women!

Nailz: Oh here we go!

Sally Talfourd and Aubrey J. Parker are first into the ring and immediately met by the LeWinter sisters! Sally Talfourd grabs hold of Kia and Aubrey J. Parker charges Violet...

Nailz: Sally Talfourd hits the makeover!

Beckett: And Aubrey J. Parker with the makeunder!

Felipe DeLoren ducks under the bottom rope to saftey as Aurora Jansen, Rey Serra, Misty Whitmore and Sarah Twilight enter the ring. Meanwhile, Level-One and Terry Marvin are in a panic.

Terry Marvin: I'm NOT a women beater!

Level-One: Than call me Kurt Noble, damn it!

Level-One points to the outside of the ring to which Terry Marvin respectfully obliges as he steps on out. Level-One turns around and faces all six women on his own preparing to fight with them all.

Nailz: What the hell is Level-One doing? He's completely out gunned and out matched here no matter how much he'd hate to admit it!

Beckett: If I can say anything positive about Level-One is that he has balls of steel!

Just as Beckett says that - Aurora Jansen lunges forward and kicks him where the sun doesn't shine! Level-One doubles over as he finds himself surrounded by the women. Sarah Twilight and Reya Serra grab each one of his arms to hold him at bay as Vannah White storms out from the back to a huge roar of the crowd.

Nailz: They love this girl!

Vannah enters the ring and heads right towards Level-One forcing Sarah Twilight and Reya Serra break their hold on Level-One. Vannah White than steps in front of Level-One with her back to him to thwart off the attack to the confusion of the both the crowd and the women in ring.

Vannah White: I think you've all proved your point here.

The women were none as confused as Sally Talfourd was but with apprehension respected Vannah White's wishes and made their exit out of the ring and headed back up the ramp. While the crowd stirs in confusion, the LeWinter sisters recover and slip back into the ring behind Vannah White and charge her with hard forearms to the back and head and then kick and stomp her.

Nailz: This is not good! Vannah White has just given up all the help provided to her and now look what's happening!

Beckett: I don't feel sorry for her anymore!

Level-One see's whats happening and slaps the canvas before pulling himself up to his feet with clinched teeth and a head full of rage. He grabs Vannah White up by her hair and looks into her eyes... before hoisting her up on his shoulders and dropping her to the canvas with a VICIOUS darkness shine!

''BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!''

Nailz: WHAT!? Vannah White saved Level-One from a beat down after he forced her out of the match and he repays by doing THIS!?

Beckett: My question is why the hell does this women keep running back to this guy!? This is actually quite sad!

Nailz: The story of Vannah White may just go a bit deeper than we have time to get into, Beckett. The question is... what are her chances in the survive and conquer match now!?

Beckett: Slim to none Nailz and that's just statistically speaking.

The Sindicate regroups in the ring and stand over the motionless body of Vannah White as we prepare for our next match up.

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Stenfelder: The following contest is a NOOOO DISQUALIFICATIONS match and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

"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: From the Bronx, New York, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds... JOHNNY KNUUUCCCKKLLLLES!

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, and gold chains and hops around in the corner with a stern focused look ready to attack.

Beckett: This one could be violent. I'm looking forward to this. William D. Williams is a coward, accepting victory the way he did two weeks ago!

Nailz: ...A c-- er... Ya know what, I'm not even gonna touch this one. This is a rematch from two weeks ago as my broadcast partner said, but this time there are no rules. No count-outs. No DQs.

Beckett: It's Chocolate Wasted versus the Donkey Punch! It sounds so much more inappropriate than it actually is...

Nailz: Isn't it though?

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



The BlackPool faithful stand to their feet as “THE SMOOTH ONE” William D. Williams Jr. emerges from the backstage area. A few seconds later the fourteen hundred plus screaming APW fans cheer even louder as the rest of the Dying Breed emerge from behind the same curtain! The current Tag Team Champions Anthony “The Promise” Bailey and Jair “J-Hop” Hopkins along with Williams slowly stroll toward the ring giving hi-fives and handshakes and wait…The Smooth One has a cooler in tow?

Nailz: The Dying Breed are looking good tonight and it looks like they are passing out samples “Chocolate Wasted” Hey…let’s get some of that over here! If things go well Knuckles will get a sample of Chocolate Wasted too!

Beckett: I don’t know what to say about this shameless marketing. I would say the Knuckles’ Donkey Punch is better, but is Knuckles really Knuckles? Who knows…I’ll just drink water for now.

The Breed enter the ring and the Tag Team Champs take residence in the middle of the ring with title straps and The Smooth One slowly climbs to the middle turnbuckle takes of his Dying Breed T-shirt and tosses it into the crowd.”The Smooth One” looks across the arena basking in the cheers of APW faithful as he prepares to do battle in this No-DQ Match!

Stenfelder: And his opponent, representing the Dying Breed, hailing from Hollywood, California, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds... The SMOOOOOOTH One, William D. Williams JUUUNNNIIOORRR!

Nailz: And the audience is firmly behind the Smooth One tonight!

Beckett: And the ref rings the bell. Here we are!

No Disqualifications Match
Johnny Knuckles vs William D. Williams Jr.

Knuckles walks up to Williams and begins to mouth off but he’s quickly taken down with a Clothesline! Knuckles is surprised as he gets up only to be roughly Irish Whipped into the turnbuckles. He stumbles out of the corner into an inverted headlock backbreaker followed by a cover, but he muscles out at one! Knuckles is back up to his feet again and makes a move toward the ropes but he’s grabbed from behind in a Full Nelson by William D Williams and slammed down with the Chocolate Drop!

Nailz: A beautiful Full Nelson Bomb by the Smooth One, the number one contender to TJ’s Tap Out Title, and a cover.

Beckett: Ahhh!

Nailz: There’s one, there’s TWO--!

Beckett: And Knuckles kicks out, and he just rolled out of the ring! REF, keep Bailey and Hopkins away from him! We don’t need a gang assault on poor Knuckles. He’s been through enough, hasn’t he? First he comes so close to winning the Suicidal Title, then all these rumors about his identity... Now Williams is ripping off his energy drink business?! I hope he sues him!

Nailz: Right, right... Well, Knuckles is looking under that apron, but here comes Williams!

Williams slides out of the ring and pulls Knuckles away from the apron, throwing him roughly and back-first against the barricade-- but Knuckles has a fire extinguisher! He sprays it in Williams’ face and Williams coughs, backing away. Knuckles hops up and dives at Williams, smashing the extinguisher into his ribcage! Williams falls back against the apron and Knuckles gets up with the extinguisher again, going to club it against his skull-- but Williams ducks and Knuckles drops the fire extinguisher!

Williams regains his composure, shielding himself from the flurry of fists from Johnny Knuckles, but he is eventually forced to his knees from the pain. Knuckles goes for a DDT to Williams on the outside, but Williams reverses it into a Snap Suplex! Knuckles cries out in pain as he hits the ground on the outside. He shakily gets up and Williams is up as well, still holding his ribs. He charges Johnny Knuckles, but Knuckles lifts him up, holding him for a Flapjack and carries Williams back a few feet before dropping him rib-first across the ring apron, also choking him throat-first over the bottom rope in the process! Williams goes limp and falls to the ground. Knuckles lifts him back up and throws him back first into the steel steps, then lifts him up once more and throws him back first into the timekeeper’s table!

Nailz: Johnny Knuckles has SNAPPED!

Beckett: Can you blame him? A man can only take so much!

Nailz: What is Knuckles doing now?

Johnny Knuckles gets in the face of a fan at ringside and takes her “Chocolate Wasted” energy drink from her, glaring at her. He takes a sip, ponders it for a moment, and then takes another much larger one. He waits for Williams to get up and then spits the drink in his face! The crowd boos loudly and Knuckles smashes the half-full can over his head. Hopkins and Bailey glare, but don’t make any move to stop Knuckles, who grins at them. He grabs the timekeeper’s steel chair and guides Williams into the ring, sliding him back in under the bottom rope. Knuckles waits for Williams to get to his knees-- then takes him to his back with a shoot kick to the jaw. Williams falls to his back and Knuckles waits for him to get up once more, stalking him from behind. Williams stands after upwards of ten seconds and Knuckles smashes the chair into his back! Williams falls to his knees and Knuckles hits him in the back with the chair again! Williams falls to the mat and Knuckles pushes him over onto his back, hooking the far leg.

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Nailz: Even after the vicious assault on the ribs, William D. Williams manages to get the shoulder up!

Beckett: And Knuckles is none too happy about that.

Knuckles pounds a fist to the mat in frustration and lifts Williams up, but Williams nails a European Uppercut! Knuckles spins around and turns into a closed fist to the nose! He falls against the ropes and rebounds into a series of Dropkicks followed by a Belly to Belly Suplex! Knuckles groans in pain, but picks up the chair as Williams approaches him again. Knuckles turns and drives the chair right into his ribs! Williams cries out in pain and clutches his ribcage and Knuckles nails the Super Kick! Williams is out on his feet. Knuckles whips him across the ropes and nails a hard Spinning Spinebuster onto the chair! The crowd groans in empathy for Williams and his Dying Breed teammates slap their hands on the apron trying to encourage him as Knuckles hooks the far leg.

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Beckett: How did he kick out of that?!

Nailz: Heart. Heart, and a lot of caffeine. And possibly ginseng.

Knuckles gives the referee an incredibly dirty look. He lifts William D. Williams up and lifts him up onto his shoulders for his signature Reverse Death Valley Driver-- but Williams drops down behind him before Knuckles can get a grip! Knuckles turns around right as Williams sweeps the chair up off the mat and Williams smashes it across Knuckles’ face! Knuckles collapses to the mat, his eyes wide in shock. Williams tosses the chair aside and lifts Knuckles up onto his shoulders before throwing him off and catching him with a knee to the jaw!

Nailz: CHOCOLATE WASTED!

Beckett: Ahhhh, no, the thief is gonna win! He’s got the cover!

Williams covers Knuckles with one arm over his shoulders and one across his jaw.

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Winner: “The Smooth One” William D. Williams Jr.

Nailz: What a victory!

Beckett: What a crock.

Bailey and Hopkins roll into the ring and celebrate with Williams. The referee raises his hand in victory and then checks on the unconscious Knuckles.

Nailz: Johnny Knuckles is completely unconscious. In seven days, William D. Williams could hit the Chocolate Wasted on “The Soul of Philly” TJ and put him to sleep to become the NEW Action Packed Wrestling Tap Out Champion.

Beckett: He could, but in the meantime, I HOPE Knuckles sues him for copyright infringement. I hope.

Nailz: Tomorrow night on Meltdown, the Dying Breed defend their Tag Team Championships against M&M. Can the Dying Breed keep the ball rolling all week? Could we see all three members wearing gold by the end of the night at Survive and Conquer?

Beckett: Guess we’ll see.

[biggs]

We cut back to the ring and find The Pillars already there: APW Tap Out Champion TJ, Keaton Saint, and Sally Talfourd. The crowd is dying down, Sally has the microphone, flanked by the two other Pillars. All look ready to wrestle, dressed down in their gear.

Sally: Ladies and gentlemen, we hope you’re having one heck of a night! And, Blackpool, if you haven’t had a great night yet, you’re about to get one!

Sally hands the mic over to TJ after he flings his oh-so shiny belt over his shoulder.

TJ: Last year, the Pillars formed to make Asylum the premiere show in APW. We promised to give you the best matches. We promised to give you something to cheer about.

The mic gets handed over to Saint now, who looks like the man in the know.

Saint: Tonight, you fans are in for two surprises. You see, we know that you all want to see the best matches. You also want to see new matches. So tonight, we’re going to pit one of us against Shane Borderland, and...

Sally: Wait wait, what about the other two?

Saint: Well, I guess they have a pretty easy night.

Sally: Well, if there’s two people left...why don’t they just face off?

The crowd erupts into cheers. They like the sound of that. The three of them nod, discuss the matter a little.

Saint: Well, I think settles it. Now, we were going to draw straws for the pleasure of facing off against Borderland … so the two with the long straws are going to face off. Get it? Alright …

Saint swaps the microphone with Sally, and he gets the straws. After a shuffle, he holds them in front of Sally and TJ. Sally goes first … long straw!

Nailz: Alright! It looks like one of these two guys are going to be squaring off against Sally here. We could be in for some fireworks!

TJ is up to go next. He reaches for the left straw … quick change to the right! He pulls it up … long straw!

Nailz: TJ has the long straw! The Tap Out Champion and Sally Talfourd are going to be facing off.

Beckett: Which means Shane Borderland is going to be facing off against Keaton Saint! What a match we now have!

All the Pillars are excited. TJ and Saint shake hands as Saint leaves to go and get ready for his match. TJ turns to find Sally, grinning wry in the ring, microphone in hand.

Sally: TJ, you and me my friend. The first ever time we’ve faced off too. What a treat these fans have! But we’d be doing them a disservice if we went easy on each other.

Sally steps towards TJ, coming right up to him. Yeah she has to look up at him, but that doesn’t deter her.

Sally: You’re the Tap Out Champion? Prove it.

Four Pillars Wildcard Match
‘The Soul of Philly’ TJ vs. Sally Talfourd

Sally and Tj shake hands before darting back to their own corners. They circle around, go in for a lock up, but TJ dominates with his size, works Sally into the corner. Ref starts the count, TJ backs up with a smile. Sally nods, and they circle around again. Lock up, TJ dominates again, works Sally into a hammerlock, Sally gets a hand on the ropes, and TJ lets go at the count. Sally stretches herself out, TJ is waiting back in the centre of the ring. Sally goes in for a lock up, TJ in as well … Sally goes down low, takes out the knee instead. Quick dropkick to the shoulder, TJ rolls through the hit, comes up at the ropes. Sally is up, TJ bursts off the ropes, takes her down with a stiff clothesline. Sally hits the mat hard. TJ goes to follow up, but hesitates.

Nailz: Looks like TJ is having some doubts about taking it to Sally.

Beckett: What’s he doing!? His chance to really shine and he’s waiting?

Better judgement takes hold. He starts to drag Sally up. Sally comes up with a burst, forearm strikes coming without relent. TJ gets his arms up as a defense, Sally goes lower with stiff knees to his thighs. Beaten back to the centre of the ring, TJ gets a stiff hit to Sally’s gut. She stumbles back, comes back in … spinebuster. Sally writhes in pain, Tj comes back, up to his feet. Again, he looks down at Sally rather than immediately following up.

Beckett: Again!?

TJ lets Sally get to her feet, albeit still in pain. TJ comes in for a lock up, Sally ducks under and comes behind. Dropkick to the back of the knees. TJ goes to all fours. Sally runs for the ropes, comes off with a knee strike to the ribs. TJ ends up on his back, Sally follows up immediately with a leg drop across the chest. In for a quick pin, but can’t keep it locked in. She rolls off, gets to her feet, grabbing at her neck in pain. As TJ starts to get up, Sally comes in with a running high knee to the ribs again. TJ grabs the spot in pain, makes his feet, rests on the ropes. Sally comes at him again, hits him with a clothesline. TJ stumbles off the ropes, Sally comes in again, goes for the double-knee facebreaker. TJ shoves her off. She’s back again, this time hits a double knee armbreaker. TJ rolls through, clucthing his arm. Sally still stretches out her neck.

Nailz: Sally there relentless in her offense. She wasn’t going to take no for an answer there.

Beckett: TJ might want to take notice of that!

Sally goes in again, targeting the ribs with round kicks. TJ catches a leg. Sally goes for the dragon whip. TJ is having nothing and just holds the leg, pushes through with a clothesline. He gets Sally down to the mat, but TJ isn’t waiting this time. He grabs Sally’s head, pulls her up, into a bear hug. The crowd start to go wild. Sally tries to fight, force the arms out. She gets nowhere. TJ tightens the hold. Sally starts to fade. Ref raises the arm … 1! Ref raises the arm again … no! Sally holds it. She starts to fight again. TJ doesn’t hesitate and goes into a spinebuster … the 215 Hurtin’! Sally hits the mat again, hardly stirs. TJ keeps the momentum going, pulls her up again. She’s groggy on her feet, but that doesn’t stop TJ … suplex! The crowd are on their feet for the second suplex! Bang! Sally hits the mat hard again. TJ holds, brings her back to her feet and finishes off with the DDT!

Beckett: That’s more like it TJ!

Nailz: TJ there with the Cheesesteak Combo! But is it enough to shut Sally out?

TJ sits up from the DDT, sees Sally hardly moving beside him. He hooks the leg, goes for the pin
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kick out! Sally gets a shoulder up, but only just. TJ rolls through, makes it to his feet. He starts to stalk Sally, getting in position for a spear which should snap Sally in half. Sally rolls over, she crawls to the ropes. Bit by bit she pulls herself up, the corner propping her. She turns out, comes back to the centre of the ring. TJ bursts out of the corner … Sally steps aside! TJ crashes into the corner. He has to force his way out of the ropes, clutching his shoulder. Sally, in a last ditch effort, races off the rope and hits the double knee facebreaker! It takes out as much out of Sally, who falls onto her back and causes just as much pain. TJ rolls through, drags himself to his knees with the ropes. Sally can only roll over and get to all fours.

Beckett: TJ’s latest offense has just taken Sally out of this match. He’s bigger, stronger, and he just looked a whole lot scarier!

Nailz: Sally’s in pain here, that’s for sure. But she’s not one to give up easily!

TJ is up first, comes in on Sally who he gets to her feet. Sally connects with a forearm strike. Nothing, doesn’t even make TJ budge. Sally goes again, with a bit more strength. TJ hardly moves. Sally throws everything she’s got into the next one and still nothing. TJ returns with a hard right hand that staggers Sally. TJ grabs Sally’s arm and whips her into the ropes and he quickly sprints for the adjacent ropes. They both bounce off the ropes at the same time and TJ levels his fellow Pillar with a big boot to the side of her head. TJ follows through and stops at the ropes looking at the crowd as the ref rushes to Sally’s side to check on her as she is motionless. He calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Winner: "The Soul of Philly" TJ

Stenfelder: And your winner for the match, by knockout … ‘The Soul of Philly’ … TJ!!!!!

Nailz: Oh my gosh!

Beckett: That was …

Nailz: TJ’s laid Sally out cold! Where are the medic?

Beckett: TJ’s just shown everyone he’s serious about his knockout wins!

As TJ turns around to see Sally out cold, a look of concern comes on his face. Keaton is quick to rush out and look to their friend.

Nailz: Sally told TJ not to hold back, and he didn't, but you can't help but feel that TJ isn't too happy with knocking his friend out...

Asylum quickly cuts to commercial, with medics coming out to tend to Sally.

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Nailz: And now let's take you to a clip that our backstage colleague, Jack Spade, got during our last commercial break!

Beckett: With who? Who is it, who is it!!

APW.com Exclusive
(During the commercial break)

We cut backstage where Aubrey J. Parker and Logan Alexander are standing in their locker room, changed from their wrestling gear and back in civilian attire standing across from Jack Spade.

Spade: Aubrey J. Parker, after a competitive and grueling Battle Royal featuring your Asylum comrades that'll be joining you in Survive and Conquer next Sunday, you and Logan Alexander have to travel to Edmonton, Alberta, Canada to try to wrestle the Tag Team Championships away from the Dying Breed tomorrow night. After your performances tonight, what would you say your chances are?

Aubrey gives Spade a very inquisitive look, slowly reaching out and taking the microphone from him.

AJP: Typically we don't enjoy doing interviews. Mainly because interviewers and commentators alike seem to be incredibly biased around these parts... but let me answer your question with a question. After their performances tonight, what makes Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins think that they have much of a chance?

She doesn't expect an answer and continues rather quickly.

AJP: Jair Hopkins cares about wrestling when it's convenient for him to care about wrestling. And... as I've said before, we're simply better than Anthony Bailey.

Tomorrow night on Meltdown, we're going to have a huge, epic tag team match that they're going to be talking about for years but ONLY if the Dying Breed shows up ready to give us the fight of our lives. I don't plan on coming back to Asylum after Survive and Conquer without another belt around my waist. To be honest, I don't plan on coming back after Survive and Conquer without a million dollars resting in my back pocket.

Jack Spade smiles and gestures toward Logan.

Spade: How does your tag team partner feel about those claims?

AJP: Don't ask me. Ask him.

Jack hesitantly holds the microphone toward Logan, who meets him with a stoic expression, possibly laced with amusement.

LA: She speaks the truth about our tag title match. We'll see if the Dying Breed are living up to their name or if they are ready to put up more of a fight than they did tonight. Hopkins carried them to victory at Christmas Chaos, but you need to be more than a one man show if you intend to remain the Tag Team champions. I'm looking forward to seeing if they've improved in the last four weeks, because we had no choice but to improve with what we've faced.

As for Survive and Conquer... My plate is pretty full there. I plan to find a way to retain the North American championship, and as for the big match...

He looks over at Aubrey.

LA Well... we'll just have to wait and see.

AJP: Now if you'll excuse us, Jack, we're going to watch the rest of the show. Maybe something surprising will happen.

She winks at Jack and nudges him out of the locker room as our cameras cut away from the pre-recorded scene.

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

“Wanted Man,” by Rev Theory blares throughout the Blackpool Tower Circus as Shane Borderland slowly comes out behind the curtain and stops at the entrance way, looking out into the crowd. He raises his arms up in the air as the fans boo him, and he starts to walk down the aisle, looking side to side at the crowd.

Stenfelder: Making his way the ring first, weighing in at 243 pounds, from New Orleans, Louisiana, “The Bad Boy” Shane Borderland!

Nailz: Borderland is making his return to action after being sidelined a few months due to an ankle injury sustained during a bar fight with the suspended Jason Kash!

Chase: You can bet once Kash is back, sparks are going to fly between these two!

As he reaches the ring, he jumps up onto the apron, and turns to look at the crowd, shaking his head. He steps in through the middle rope, and hops on the nearest turnbuckle, extending his arms outward, Orton style, before jumping off the turnbuckle.

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. The fans in Blackpool are on their feet, cheering Keaton loudly as he makes his way to the ring high-fiving the fans lining the aisle-way.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, weighing in at 248 pounds, from London, England, he is “The Patron Saint of Professional Wrestling,” and a member of the Four Pillars, Keaton Saint!

Nailz: Just listen to the ovation that Keaton Saint is receiving from this Blackpool crowd!

Chase: Are you sure we're in an arena that can only hold 1,500 fans? They're going crazy for their countryman!

Nailz: If you think this is loud, just wait until we're in Wembley Stadium in one week for Survive & Conquer!

Keaton enters the ring, but before the ref can even call for the bell, Shane Borderland is right there attaching him as he steps through the ropes!

Nailz: C'mon ref! Back him up, this match hasn't even started yet!

Chase: Shane Borderland isn't waiting for anyone! He's going right after Saint!

Borderland is nailing Keaton with several clubbing blows, but Keaton begins to fight back, and the two fight their way to the center of the ring, exchanging punches back and forth! With both men to a vertical base and away from the ropes, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Keaton Saint vs. Shane Borderland

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The two men are duking it out, trading punches in the middle of the ring, and before long, they switch to exchanging Knife Edge Chops, each one drawing a loud “WOOOOO!” from the crowd! Both Keaton and Shane's chests are lit up, turning bright shades of red, with neither man showing any signs of backing down! The two continue to exchange chops for the better part of a minute, and before long, trace amounts of blood begin to trickle down the chest of Shane Borderland! Keaton manages to string three or four chops without a response from Shane, and backs him into the corner, giving him a hard European Uppercut before pulling him out of the corner and performing a Side Headlock Takedown!

Nailz: That first exchange was as stiff as you'll see in wrestling! Saint smacked Borderland's chest so bad that he drew blood!

Chase: Don't forget though, that those Knife Edge Chops will have done some damage to the hands of Saint. You don't hit somebody hard enough to draw blood without hurting your own hands!

Keaton rides the Headlock for a tiny bit before pulling Borderland back up to his feet and shooting him towards the ropes. Borderland ducks the attempted Elbow Smash, and answers with a Clothesline of his own on the rebound! Saint is up, only to eat another Clothesline, and as Saint gets up a second time, Borderland gives him a hard kick to the midsection, followed up with a Butterfly Suplex! From here, the match continues to be a stiff, chippy affair, with both men landing several hard power moves, as well as lots of bruising strikes. As the match wears on, both men are marked with numerous new bruises, and their chest are both as red as beets! Borderland has Keaton down on the mat, stomping him mercilessly. After about half a dozen stomps, he steps back and motions for Keaton to get up. As Keaton does, Borderland pulls him and traps him for a Gargoyle Suplex, but before he can snap his hips, Keaton elbows his way out and takes him down with a Drop Toe Hold! Borderland holds his face in pain as the fans cheer Keaton on! Keaton is quick to go for the Japanese Stranglehold/Camel Clutch combination called the Keaton Clutch, locking it in! Borderland has a wild look in his eyes, and due to the fact that his mouth is covered by the hold, he manages to bite down on Keaton's arm without the ref realizing it! Keaton immediately lets go, and the fans are booing as Borderland snakes his way out of position.

Nailz: Why did Keaton let go!? Did Borderland bite him or something!?

Chase: It's hard to tell because his face was obscured, but I wouldn't put it past the Bad Boy of Asylum!

Keaton is trying to show the ref the bite marks, but as the ref starts to take a look, Borderland pops up to his feet and blasts Keaton with a Running Clothesline! He pulls Keaton right up and drills him into the mat with the Spinal Tap, going for a cover, 1
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Nails: Saint's fighting back into this one!

Keaton follows up with a Stalling Fisherman's Suplex, bridging it into a pinning combination, 1
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Winner: Shane Borderland[/center]

“Wanted Man” begins to play again as Shane gets his arm raised in victory. The fans are livid as the Bad Boy soaks in their boos.

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, “The Bad Boy” Shane Borderland!

Nailz: A huge return for Borderland, but I've got to be honest, that punch was borderline at best! He's lucky the ref didn't have a better angle on the attack, otherwise, he might have been disqualified right there!

Chase: If that punch wasn't south of the border, it was right on the border. Borderland did whatever it took to achieve victory here tonight!

Borderland leaves the ring and heads up the exit aisle as the ref tends to Keaton in the ring.

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We are backstage as we find Jack Spade with a microphone in hand and “The Soul of Philly” TJ next to him with the Tap Out championship over his shoulder.

Spade: Welcome back to Asylum and with me is the Tap Out

TJ clears his throat loudly.

Spade: Sorry, KO champion, “The Soul of Philly” TJ. Congratulations on your victory over Sally Talfourd, your fellow Pillar, earlier tonight.

TJ: Thanks. It was a match that I’ve not only have look forward, but one the fans have been looking for as well. And now, it’s time for me to focus on Survive and Conquer.

Spade: That’s right, where you face off against The Dying Breed’s own and new recruit, William D. Williams Jr.

TJ: THE SMOOOOOOOOOOOTH ONE!

Spade: What are you expecting from the rookie?

TJ: A fight. I’m the KO champ, or officially known as the Tap Out champion, I expect the best fight my opponent can put up. This title, it takes a little bit more than all the others. And you’re all sitting there thinking, “But TJ, the Suicidal Championship is the most brutal championship Asylum has, and that’s true. But you can brutalize your opponent with weapons, garbage cans, chairs, cast iron pots, popcorn even, but you can rely on them to do your own work.

Spade: But unless allowed, you can’t do when it comes to the World Heavyweight Championship.

TJ: Good, you’re following along. No you can’t, but you also don’t need to brutalize your opponent. The minimum you need to do is to be able to keep your opponent’s shoulders pinned to the mat for a little longer than three seconds. There are extenuating circumstances that change that minimum, but those are the exceptions, not the rule. See, with this, the Tap Out Championship, you have to brutalize your opponent, you must stay in the ring, and you must either knock them out or make them tap, give up. DO you know how hard that is for someone to do? I’ll explain it. See, to be a wrestler, you can be big, you can be talented, and you can be good looking. You could be one of those but not any of the other two. You could be two of the three, or you could be all three. You could be that, but you must be prideful. The ability to take the training and work it takes to be a pro wrestler. You gotta have pride when things aren’t going the way you want them too. You gotta have pride when someone’s got your ankle locked and is cranking it and cranking it trying to break it, you gotta have pride to say “no.” I give Julius Farquhar all the credit. He brutalized his fair share of men, myself included, to keep this title, hell, he did as much as he could when Christmas Chaos came around, but it was too much for him.

Spade: TJ, Survive and Conquer?

TJ: Shit, I was ranting. Where was I? To hold this title means I am, as it stands, the most dangerous man on Asylum, hell, in APW. I don’t use weapons, I use my bare hands. I don’t do the minimum to retain, I need to do the maximum to retain this title. I face William D. Williams Jr who proved he could sit at the big boys table at Christmas Chaos, not at Survive and Conquer, you get the 3 piece meal. You get me, my fists and my boots. I don’t know if you noticed, but my boot just knocked a former world champion out like…

TJ snaps his fingers

TJ: That. I want you to bring your best William, I want you to try your hardest. I want the hardest challenge you can present me. I’ll see you are Survive and Conquer.

TJ leaves the backstage area as we cut back to the ring for the Main Event.

THEY FOUGHT THE LONGEST WAR IN AMERICAN HISTORY

“Nineteen” by Paul Hardcastle hits the sound systems and from out of the curtain nervously steps “The GI” like he were back in the jungles, anxiously expecting an ambush. Dressed in fatigues and with a helmet on, The GI is accompanied by Michael Callahan who is shaking hands with the Blackpool faithful as GI marches to the ring. Callahan walks around the ring while GI climbs the steps, not entirely sure where he is.

Announcer: Introducing first... From Fort Dodge, Iowa, weighing in at 254lbs... The GI!

The GI reloads an invisible rifle in the corner, his eyes misty as he struggles to adjust to his surroundings and waiting for his opponents.

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: Ladies and gentlemen of the inferior town of Blackpool, England, who's only accolade is the fact that they somehow have a tourist industry despite being awful... I'd like you all to stand tall and proud and join me in saluting your world heavyweight champion as he goes into battle against a trained killer who he will dispatch of with the greatest of ease... Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... MISTER PHIL ATKENNNNN!

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 only friend, Dirk Dickwood. Hank is still out finding lawyers to sue Callahan with.

Phil hops into the ring and carefully passes his shimmering robe to Dirk while staring intently at his opponent GI.

MAIN EVENT – Non-Title Main Event
The GI VS “The Unfortunate One” Phil Atken

Nailz: And now, in exactly seven days Michael Callahan will be looking to have his second major one on one championship challenge against “The Unfortunate One” Phil Atken but right now Phil Atken has the steely-jawed, far away mind of “The GI” to contend with. Will Phil Atken be able to put away this veteran and gain some much needed momentum going into battle with The American Hero?

Beckett: I imagine so. Look at the man, he's a potato.

Nailz: Michael Callahan watching from ring-side now but... wait, he's coming this way.

Beckett: YES! He's joining us for some hot commentary action! RIVETING ACTION, YEAAAAAH!!!

Michael Callahan: Hello gentlemen. Pleasure to see you again.

Nailz: Aren't you going to stand at ring-side and help your man GI steal a win here tonight?

Michael Callahan: Absolutely not. I can't interfere during the match or I'll lose my championship opportunity so I might as well entertain and inform the masses with my knowledge and help you guys call this one.

When the bell rings, it may come as a shock that the Blackpool crowd are actually behind Phil Atken for this one. GI maybe Callahan's long-suffering goon and a tortured soul being taken advantage of by a manipulative American, but his veteran soldier status doesn't sit well with the crowd who start chanting “Friend-Ly Fire” over and over again. With the support of the fans behind him, Atken slowly reaches out towards GI for a classic test of strength but GI doesn't have much patience for it and simply kicks Atken square in the side of the knee, buckling him and sending him to the floor. The crowd start a new chant of “HEALTH AND SAFETY, -clap, clap, clapclapclap-[/i!]” as GI puts boots to the head and chest of the world champion.

Nailz: GI here, coming right out of the gate with some great offence against Phil Atken!

Michael Callahan: He's a former United States soldier. Beating up people who can't speak very good English is what he's trained to do.

Beckett: I'm sure that'll win you some votes, Callahan.

GI grabs Atken by his fluffy blonde hair and punches him to the ground with another stiff shot, leaving him flat on his back and open for GI to rampantly assault the champion with some stiff boots. Yet, GI does this without a lick of emotion in his face. He's going completely on auto-pilot and all Phil Atken can do is suck it up and take it in the early goings of this match. The crowd respond to this by chanting “DON'T INVADE US! -clap, clap, clapclapclap-” as GI continues his assault by dragging Atken by his hair to the turnbuckle and pulling him up to his feet. He stuns Atken with a knife edge chop then sprints about halfway back across the ring, turns and lays into Atken with a big time Stinger Splash which crumples the champion to the sit-down position once more.

Beckett: You must be VERY impressed with the work of GI here in the early goings of this match eh Michael? He looks tremendous out there, dishing out the beating of a life-time to Phil Atken.

Michael Callahan: How can you not be impressed? GI is a physical specimen, even if he's mentally dull and can't count to ten. He follows blueprints to the letter and he pulls it off tremendously. Mentally, Atken hasn't even got in the ring yet.

Nailz: Oh brother. Will you listen to you two? If you love GI so much, why don't you both marry him?

Michael Callahan: My home-state and religion forbids that kind of conduct, Russ.

GI grabs the top rope either side of the turnbuckle and springboards himself up so he can power both boots into Phil Atken's face with a wicked turnbuckle dropkick, the impact ringing throughout the arena as GI backward rolls his way to his feet once again and looks dead ahead at his beaten opponent. GI slowly but surely walks backwards to the opposite side of the turnbuckle, his cold and calculating mind cooking up a rather ruthless next manoeuvre. GI sprints across the ring for a final time but about halfway across the ring, Atken yanks the ropes to pull himself to his feet and sprints forward, levelling the soldier of misfortune with a massive sell-through clothesline that knocks his opponent for six. Atken falls into the cover and referee Ellie Hatter slides to make the count.

Nailz: COVER!

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KICKOUT!

Beckett: HE GOT HIM! Did he get him?!

Nailz: No, that was just a two-count.

Callahan: GI will kick out forever and always.

Now it's Atken's turn to take control of some of the offence. He pulls GI to his feet and pushes him back to the nearby ropes, whipping him across the ring where the soldier sprints across as fast as he can. GI bounds back right into Phil Atken who maybe for the first time in his entire career absolutely demolishes the US soldier with a big-time dropkick that shakes the ring with the impact. The crowd gasp and shout “IT'S-AN-EARTHQUAKE!”, impressed as Atken dusts himself off and pulls himself to his feet. Now it's his turn to start stomping on GI's head, repeatedly putting his heavy wrestling boots right to the temple and digging in deep to break the will of Callahan's personal lackey.

Nailz: Could this be the turning point?! Atken with some great athleticism here, sending a message to you Michael. He's saying don't expect the run of the mill Phil Atken you've seen in the past, expect new and bone-crunching ways to see your championship hopes DASHED.

Beckett: SHUT UP.

Callahan: Calm it, Steve. Russ, Atken wasn't doing that to send a message. He was doing it because trying to kill the man with his body weight is probably the most likely way he's going to win this competition. That no-good, overweight doofus makes Terry Marvin look like Victoria Beckham. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to have a smoke.

Nailz: Callahan, wait-, where are you going?

Callahan gets up from the desk and lights up a cigarette, the crowd starts chanting “THAT'S ILLEGAL!” over and over again as he savours the scent of a Marlbrough. Back in the ring, Atken is running off the ropes and taking out The GI with a chop block to take the legs out from underneath the soldier. He then grabs the ankle of GI and lifts him off the ground so he can slam the knee straight against the unforgiving mat underneath him. Atken's then grabs GI and rolls him easily onto his back, puts his leg around GI's and twists into a Spinning Toe Hold in shades of Terry Funky. GI groans in agony as his leg is torqued by the world heavyweight champion. He slams the mat with the backs of his hands, refusing to tap out to this move and to Phil Atken who puts his weight into it to twist the leg even harder.

Nailz: Submission locked in here! Atken's got that classic Spinning Toe Hold cinched in tight, will GI be able to break out of it?

Beckett: Of course! Ain't that right Michael?

Callahan turns around and thumbs up the commentators, watching intently as Atken threatens to break his ankle. Yet GI has fight left in him, he brings up a big boot and shunts it square into Atken's jaw, sending him wobbling. A further kick sends Atken leaning back against the ropes as GI rolls to his feet, though buckling a little as the damage to his leg makes it hard to stand on. He fires himself at Atken like a cannon and with a big time shot he sends Atken tumbling to the mat below with a clothesline straight over the top rope. The crowd start chanting “JASON KAAASH! YOU'RE SUS-PEN-DED! -clap-clap-clapclapclap-” because Blackpool is apparently full of smarks.

Beckett: Uh-oh! Action could be coming this way! Atken has just been sent to the floor courtesy of a big clothesline from GI and I think it's safe to say that he's now back in control!

GI turns and bounds off the ropes at full speed, still showing no emotion even as he throws himself over the top rope with Operation Rolling Thunder, soaring like a B-17 bomber dropping a payload right onto Atken. The world champion's veteran instincts come into play as he sees GI coming and steps to the side, guiding him straight into the old school guard rail. GI crashes and burns hard, his head bouncing off the steel as Atken scores big with a lucky dodge. The crowd start chanting “HOLY SHIT!” for GI while Atken wasting no time grabs the GI and runs him head first into the steel steps, the sound of flesh against steel resounding making a noise like thundercrash. Atken has now once again taken complete control of this match.

Nailz: Atken now, with a brilliant piece of timing has changed the complexion of this match entirely!

Beckett: Now Atken is dragging GI round our way near Callahan. He'd better not get involved!

Atken drags GI towards the announce table and slams his face first into the commentators desk. Callahan simply carries on smoking and watching the fight unfold before him, not so much as budging a muscle as GI is then thrown unceremonisously face first into the ring post, a nasty cracking sound as his skull bounces off of the steel pole. GI tries to crawl away from Atken but he's not quite done yet. He grabs GI and lifts the bigger man up for a shin breaker, setting up his softened leg for another shattering impact but instead of dropping him onto his knee, he drops GI onto the ring rail and can't help but smile as his shin smacks against it. GI spills onto the concrete below and rolls around, not screaming and yelling but holding onto his shin in utter discomfort.

Nailz: GI doesn't scream when he's in pain. He doesn't shout. He doesn't look like he's in pain. He's licking his wounds... but his silence in the ring is totally eerie.

Beckett: It's frustrating as well for Phil Atken because how much pain someone sounds like they're in is a solid indicator as to how close you are to the end of the match. Callahan now is joining us again.

Callahan: Boyyyys. How's it going?

Nailz: Your boy GI is getting pasted out there. Aren't you going to help?

Callahan: Wouldn't if I could Russ, wouldn't if I could.

Atken throws GI back into the ring underneath the ropes and he slowly crawls towards the centre of the ring as Atken follows after him. Atken attempts to throw a fore-arm to GI's back but GI suddenly kicks into life and scoops Atken up onto his shoulders for the Pump-Action. Standing centre of the ring, Atken is helpless in the Fireman's Carry position ready to be put down but then GI's knee crumbles underneath him and GI lands flat on his face with Atken sandwiching him to the mat. Atken wastes no time in rolling an unconscious GI onto his back and slapping on The Figure Four Leg Lock. GI's shoulders are pressed to the mat and the combination of pain and unconsciousness means that GI doesn't even have to tap out as Ellie Hatter slides in to count the pin.

Nailz: Pump Action! NO WAIT! Atken's game has paid off, GI can't hold his weight up! Good grief! He must be unconscious.

Callahan: I knew this would happen. GI always finds a way to let me down.

Beckett: Now Atken's got that Figure Four locked in, but GI can't tap if he's KO'd! GI's shoulders to the mat, Hatter makes the count!

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THREE!

Winner: “The Unfortunate One” Phil Atken

Callahan: Is that it? Is the match over?

Atken still holds in the Figure Four even after the bell rings but it doesn't matter because Callahan is on hand to make the save. He flicks his cigarette over into the ash-tray of life that is the audience and leaps over the desk so he can get to the ring. He starts pounding Atken with big stomping bootss to the head, breaking the hold and allowing GI to make his escape. Boot after boot is planted into Atken's mush until once again strikes like the coiled cobra he is, wrapping his entire body around Callahan's leg and using his entire body weight to pull Callahan down to the mat. He shrugs his way out from underneath Callahan and goes for yet another Figure-4 but Callahan pulls his foot out of his brown leather shoe and makes his quick escape out of the ring. Walking with GI up the entrance ramp, the world's champion throws Callahan's shoe square at Atken as the crowd goes nuts.

Nailz: Well, that was bizarre, Phil Atken just threw a shoe at Michael Callahan and on that rather strange note, that's the end of Asylum now until Survive and Conquer where we'll see the epic title collision between Michael Callahan and “The Unforunate” Phil Atken! Good night!

Beckett: I can't believe Atken, that no good shoe stealing son-

Asylum comes to a close.