Asylum 2/10-Vancouver, B.C.

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Asylum comes on the air on the Food Network with Johnny Knuckles backstage eating some food from catering of a paper plate. He is leaning against the wall next to the backstage entrance. The door swings open, almost hitting Knuckles, but knocking his plate out of his hands. Knuckles goes to find the culprit of such a dastardly act, only to find that the man who opened the door was the APW Tap Out Champion, The Soul of Philly TJ.

Knuckles: HEY! YOU KNOCKED MY FOOD OUT OF MY HAND!

TJ: Sorry Knuckles. Didn’t know you were behind there. Actually, are you Knuckles?

Knuckles: Come on, I’m tired of this TJ. What did I do to deserve this?

TJ: I don’t know. Did you steal someone’s identity for years?

Knuckles: It’s complicated.

TJ: No, it’s really not all that complicated Knuckles, either you did or you didn’t. Either you stole someone’s name, schtick, everything to better yourself, or you didn’t.

Knuckles: I didn’t. I am who I say I am.

TJ: And who is that? Are you the goofy loser everyone loves? Are you the hardcore Megastar that could win a brutal match using a bag of popcorn? Or are you the most dangerous man in APW?

Knuckles: I’m all of those.

TJ: EHH! WRONG JOHNNY K! You’ve lied to those people. You’ve lied to the fans. For years you led them to believe you were someone they knew would give it their all every night no matter what it took, to entertain them. For years they were fed that they knew that a Johnny Knuckles match meant someone was gonna get hurt. For years, they knew that no matter who they put across from you, you were to be fear for what you could do them, and they were lied to. And without knowing everything they saw was a lie, the fans loved you for it.

Knuckles: Ah-

TJ: Nope, not your turn to talk, you’ve done all the talking and it’s only made people like me, people like the fans, people who respected you, lose any respect we once had for you.

Knuckles: That’s not true TJ.

TJ: Yes, it is. You know it. You don’t get the love you once got when you walk out. People call you a fraud. People call you a thief. People call you a joke. And they are telling the truth. Those people fell in love with the person they thought you were. You fed them line after line as they fell in love with you. They are Manti Te’o and you are the hoaxer.

Knuckles looks down at the ground as TJ continues.

TJ: Those people who once loved you for your standing as the most dangerous man in APW, they don’t anymore, because you aren’t. I am and I’m real, always have been always will be. What you see is what you get. I was a big grown ass kid from Philly, still am, and will always be that. I go out there for those fans, give them everything that I am, for them. You did the same, but under false pretenses and lied to them. That’s why I don’t like you Knuckles, you lied to the fans, you lied to your fellow wrestlers, and you betrayed everyone’s trust. I really hope you figure out what’s next for you, I really do.

TJ shakes his head, finally getting away from the door. Knuckles stands there pondering to himself as TJ walks off. in a brief moment of reality, Knuckles starts shaking before reaching up and pulling out some of his own hair.

Ida Maria's "Bad Karma" blares around the arena as pyrotechnics blast from the stage. The fans in Vancouver, B.C. are going absolutely bonkers!

Nailz: Ladies and gentlemen, we welcome you to the Great White North for APW Asylum! We're just two weeks removed from Survive & Conquer, and we're well on our way to RassleMania! Unfortunately, we must start this episode of Asylum on a bit of a somber note, as the injuries sustained by Sally Talfourd at the conclusion of the Survive & Conquer match means that she will be out indefinitely.

Beckett: As much as I disliked Sally, I was pulling for her against Terry Marvin, so that an Asylum star could bring home the Survive & Conquer trophy, but it's certainly a huge blow to the Asylum roster losing her.

Nailz: It is certainly going to be one ACTION PACKED show...

Beckett: Just because Jeff is supposed to be in the building is no reason to overdo it Russ.

Nailz: But still, we have a lot to look forward to tonight, starting with the fresh from suspension Jason Kash taking on...

The opening siren from "Heavyweight Champion of the World" from Reverend and The Makers blares over the speaker system.

Nailz: Nevermind, I stand corrected. It looks like we're going to be joined by the man who walked out of Survive and Conquer STILL the World Heavyweight Champion, to the surprise of many I may add.

Beckett: I was on the edge of my seat, Michael Callahan was always supposed to be the NEXT champ and Phil Atken stole that spotlight, everyone thought that live in London two weeks ago, Callahan was bound to take that spotlight for himself but it just was not to be...

Nailz: And it looks like the champ is in high spirits... spirits may be the key word.

Phil Atken emerges from the back, flanked by his personal staff, a glass of wine in one hand, the World Heavyweight Championship glimmering off the other shoulder, still firmly within his clutches. Hank, Saul Slendamen and Dirk Dickwood march in front of Atken as he slowly saunters down to the ring, slowly sipping his wine as he does so, occasionally yelling "I DID IT! WHOOO!" in the face of an unsuspecting Canadian fan, none of them too pleased at Asylum's current champion.

Beckett: It looks like Phil is here to celebrate tonight and with the night off from action, who could blame him?

Nailz: You have to imagine he'll be paying very close attention to the main event though. Tonight, Phil and everyone watching will find out just who his Rasslemania opponent will be. Will we witness Atken and Callahan round 2, or will Borderland finally get that shot he's been hunting for well over a year now. We'll all find out soon enough.

Beckett: That's for later, for now, the champ, he's just havin' himself a good time.

Nailz: I apologise to our sponsors if he doesn't want to stop at all.

Phil stomps his way up the ring steps, toasting himself at the top of the apron to a thunderous negative response from Vancouver. Hank holds the ropes open for Phil to enter and Phil hands off his glass of wine to Dirk as he grabs himself a microphone. He soaks up the negativity of the crowd for a few moments before he lifts up the mic to his mouth.

Atken: Surprised to see YOUR champion? YOUR Voice? Did you think perhaps that cute young politician boy was going to take this belt from me? You all clearly misunderstand the dangers of a driven man. You know, I'm not one to indulge in his dreadful singing ability but it just feels like a moment to burst into "Looks Like We Made It". Damn that Manilow had soul.

Phil has a little laugh to himself as the boos continue to reign down upon him.

Atken: You know, I gotta admit, when I beat Sally Talfourd, when I sent that poor little lost girl into that downward tailspin she just hasn't pulled herself out of, I got a phone call the very next day... VERY NEXT DAY... to let me know that the party wasn't going to last for long. That Michael Callahan was coming for me, that Asylum's precious lil golden boy was finally going to get his own one on one shot for the big one. My celebration that week, the celebration of the crowning achievement of my career, to make Sally Talfourd, the legend herself, tap out in the middle of the ring about become APW World Heavyweight Champion... the breaks, they went on it immediately. I had went through the most grueling experience of my life only to find that Callahan was already waiting in the wings. He didn't have to earn his way in, he just had to smile and shake a few hands, grease a few palms. IT MADE ME SICK! We were hardly out of the arena before these three fine gents...

Phil waves his hand towards his entourage.

Atken: ....these three fine gents and myself went into crisis mode. I couldn't enjoy the victory because I knew what was coming next was going to get nasty, the battle against Sally, that was for pride, a battle against THE Michael Callahan though? THAT was personal, he'd been in the spotlight all year because I let him get there, I started that mess and never had the opportunity to clean it up. Time and time again, my victories, my causes, my words they were ignored and pushed to one side because everyone wanted to see Mikeyboy flash his pearly whites. They wanted to see what he would do next, I mean wow, he stripped down to his boxers, he renamed a championship, he was a damn traveling circus unto himself and it bothered me. It bothered me because I KNEW I was better, I KNEW given the chance I could put him down. I thought it would never happen, that it was never to be, we were just on two completely different tiers. Suddenly, Survive and Conquer came and when it came crashing down in dear old Engerland...

Phil grabs the World Heavyweight Championship from his shoulder and raises it up high, one again gaining a heavily negative reaction. Phil's grin grows wider as Dirk rushes over to offer him another sip from the wine glass.

Atken: We are having ourselves a celebration Canada! WHOO! I can't even stop smiling even now. That tapping sound, that ringing bell, that ring announcer... it was heaven. HEAVEN! I thought I had literally died. LITERALLY! DIED! Still! Onwards to new business.


Phil gleefully claps his hands as a small "Callahan! Callahan!" chant breaks out. Hank turns around and snarls in the general direction is broke out from.

Atken: I'm well aware that our dearest Mike is gunning for me again, going up against Shane Borderland for the HONOUR of crashing down in flames against me once more. I heard the boys had a few words for little old me during the week too. Apparently, apparently I've earned Mr. Callahan's respect. I have earned Michael Callahan's respect everyone! I just can't believe it, this moment, it's all I've ever hoped for, I just don't know what to say...

Saul pulls out a handkerchief from his inside jacket pocket and hands it over to Phil, who mockingly dabs his eyes, blows his nose and then tosses it out of the ring.

Atken: Ah Mike, I thought you were meant to be the smart one, I've never needed your respect, all I've ever needed is this (Phil pats his World Heavyweight Championship). If I ever cared about your opinions on me I would have donated to your flaming garbage fire of a political career and got your false humbleness almost immediately. Do you think I sat up awake wondering why that Callahan boy just didn't like me? Do you think I kicked out of EVERYTHING you gave me because I was seeking a new pen pal? The fact that off the back of your tap, tap, tappin' in the ring two weeks ago you still think your opinion matters, that you are still somehow relevant... it's sad Mike. I know a great support group though. So many people have gone through the same thing, they just have too much pride that they just don't want to listen to a man like me, it's okay, you mustn't blame yourself. Just e-mail my agent and he'll give you the number.

Dirk gives a wave and a smile towards the camera, gesturing "call me" to it.

Atken: Later tonight Shane Borderland and Michael Callahan both want a second bite at your dearest and humble champion. Both of them want to dream big about their Rasslemania moment, they're looking for that big career defining moment and that road begins right here. I hate to crush those dream... oh wait, who am I kidding, I would LOVE to crush those dreams, I know memory is a tricky thing so I put together a little somethin' somethin' for the last time that Mr. Borderland and Mr. Callahan stood across from me in the ring. I hear a picture speaks a thousand words, so god knows what video does. Can we please roll the clip. Dirk was working really hard on this last weekend. It's his masterpiece!

Phil hands off his mic and begins to once again . The video shows a split screen of Shane Borderland tapping out to Phil's Figure Four in Singapore while the other side shows a similar response from Callahan at Survive and Conquer. Phil leans up against the corner, sipping and smiling as the footage begins to slowly wrap up. Phil applauds the clips and then grabs the microphone once more.

Atken: Guys, I've heard history has a habit of repeating itself. It doesn't matter who eeks out the win later tonight because one of you, you're doomed to repeat this. You are doomed to repeat to tapping out in the middle of the ring to Asylum's GREATEST World Heavyweight Champion on the biggest stage of them all, in front of a live crowd of tens of thousands, in front of millions of eyeballs at home. Tonight though, I wish you both luck in your scrap for the silver medal.

Phil drops the microphone as "Heavyweight Champion of the World" begins to play again. Hank once again holds the ropes open for the champ to exit the ring, Atken continues to revel on his way back up the ramp.

Beckett: Well it looks like our champion feels that no matter who he faces at Rasslemania, he's got this one locked up and who could blame him. That video evidence is very compelling. They both tapped out to Phil, there's a reason he's the champion right now! I'm surprised he didn't make the case that there are no deserving contenders.

Nailz: The man is losing it, both those victories could have EASILY went the other way, many are surprised they didn't. I think that wine has hit him a little bit too hard tonight.

Beckett: You really should let Phil enjoying himself, he's got the night off action, he just came off the back of a big win. He's everything a champion should be.

Asylum cuts backstage. The scene cuts over as Knuckles storms his way into Reginald's office with strands of his hair still lingering in his hands. A very busy Reginald looks up at Knuckles; very annoyed for being interupted.

Reginald: What is it now? Everytime I have work to get done, you always seem to bother me. Don't you have court to prepare for?

In and out of court lately, the next court date is scheduled to be Monday morning.

Knuckles: Ya, Ya....what about our deal? I promised an APW would win didn't I? Now remove my debt with you!

Reginald: On the contrary, the deal was that YOU would help ensure an APW guy....or person.....would win Survive and Conquer.

Knuckles: And they did!

Reginald: YES! THEY did, not you. You were eliminated after only 15 minutes. Such a shame too, the year prior you did so so SO well. Since you were nothing more than just another cog in the machine, you get nothing.

Knuckles jaw drops at the gesture. He felt betrayed and used. His breaths grow heavier and heavier with anger.

Knuckles: How could you do this to me Reg? After all I have done for you? For Asylum? For APW? The sacrifices I've made, the blood I've spilled for you....

Reginald: It's why you still have a job. Be grateful.

Knuckles grabs the nearest chair and throws it through the door and into the hallway; then turns back to Reginald. He starts grabbing more of his hair again.

Knuckles: YOU THINK YOU CAN CHEAT ME!?

Reginald: CHEAT YOU!? This company has spent a lot of money keeping you around and quite frankly, I'm starting to question whether or not that's a good investment. We have A LOT of pending lawsuits lately and I'm seriously tired of listening to you complain. If you want something, go out AND TAKE IT!! YOU FAILED AT SURVIVE AND CONQUER! SO YOU GET NOTHING!! YOU LOSE!!! GOOD DAY SIR!!!!!

Reginald slams his fist on the desk as Knuckles begins to shake with rage. He storms his way back out of Reginald's office, knocking over a filing cabinet on the way. He steps over the remains of the door and walks off in a fit.

Reginald: ….AND YOU OWE ME A NEW DOOR TOO!!......Butthead.

Reginald yells and sits back down as the scene fades.

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The camera crew has the entrance in view as Jason Kash comes around the corner. His match is next and he turns to find Aubrey J. Parker leaning up against a wall near the entrance curtain. She cracks a smile across her face as the two lock eyes. Stepping closer to her, it is she who makes the first comment as both wait for their match to begin.

AJP: Jason! Nice to see you.

The words roll out with sarcasm but she maintains her smile.

AJP: Ready for part two? New night, new city.. different circumstances, same result.

Jason Kash: I wouldn't be so confident there.."Champ" I'm stronger than you, I hit harder, play MUCH more violent in everything I do. I don't need chairs and weapons to hurt you. That pretty little face? Talon won't even want you then...Then again most men welcome an easy lay..

AJP: That's right, that's right. Free sex and the face doesn't matter... no wonder nobody's surprised that you're with Kaylyn James Evans.

While the crowd reacts loudly to the comment, Aubrey smirks and gives Jason a "playful" nudge.

AJP: And you've been seeking her advice when it comes to facing me. Also.. explains a lot.

Jason Kash: Check it sweetheart, we've done our talking. Now it's all Action that I'm concerned with. You wanna talk, chat it up? Go login to some Social Media and do it after you've come to realize that all you've gained recently from the victory over me to that Bedazzled Ruin you call a Championship..Is all by being at the right place, right time. You can't even beat your buddy Logan...Hell you've cost him more than you've given him...

Stage Manager: Umm..excuse me but Jason, you're on in a minute. Be ready.

Kash nods and turns to head through the curtain. Aubrey grabs him at the shoulder and makes one final thing known before leaving everything on the table.

AJP: You want to see what the new Suicidal Champion is capable of? ...I'll show you tonight.

Releasing him at the shoulder, the two grin at each other and Kash listens to Stenfelder do the introductions.

Stenfelder: The Following contest is a Non Title Contest, Singles Rules contest. Introducing first...Returning after a 31 Day Suspension. Please welcome back...The "Untamed Influence" JASSSOOONN KAAAASSHH!!

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

Out from the back he comes slowly. He stands at the top of the entrance ramp with his hands on his hips as he stares at the live audience. Heading swaying back and forth looking at the thousands of people feeding the electricity with boos and cheers. A smile breaks on Kash's face, showing his signature smile before be steps towards the ring. Kash nods at a few fans, slaps a five with someone who actually wants to give some love.

At the ring side, Kash wipes his face with one hand before bursting into a run and sliding up under the bottom ropes and entering the ring. On his feet he seems taken back by the camera flashes that fill the stands. Center of the ring his eyes closed, his head tilts back and he breaths in deeply at the sounds of the crowd and the smell of being inside the ring once again. As his music fades, Stenfelder makes the announcement to introduce his opponent.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, she is the current APW Suicidal Champion! From Pleasanton, California...AUBREY JAYYY PAAARRKKERRRR!!!!

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 and the Suicidal Championship strapped over her other shoulder as she surveys the masses.

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 and raises the Suicidal Title high up to the lively audience before her music inevitably fades and she prepares for competition.


Nailz: Kash isn't even looking at her! He seems to be staring at the ring canvas..

Beckett: Maybe he has nerves coming back, AJP did pin him. He's given her alot of respect building to this and I for one cannot wait to see this much needed rematch.

Jason Kash Vs. Aubrey J. Parker
(Non-Title)

As soon as the bell sounds off, Kash lifts his head and looks across the ring at AJP. The two lock eyes and step to the center of the ring and meet each other. Quickly striking to be the first to make contact, Jason Kash throws a forearm and clobbers AJP to the face. She stumbles back and comes back with a forearm of her own and catches Kash to the cheek solid. AJP continues with an assault, hitting another forearm shot to Kash's face and it walks him back a few steps. He slides out of the way from another forearm and grabs a handful of AJP's hair, yanking her back and putting her on her back to the canvas.

Beckett: Hair pulling! The referee won't have that with these standard wrestling rules, Kash better watch himself!

AJP pops back up off the canvas but Kash hooks her in with a Double Arm Brainbuster DDT. He rolls her onto her back and hooks the leg looking for a quick finish. The referee drops and makes the count.

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Kash pulls AJP up to her knees as he rises to his feet. Throwing a leg kick, Kash goes for the head but AJP snatches up his leg and snap twists, putting Kash to the mats with a Dragon Screw.

Nailz: Clever move by the Suicidal Champion! Do you think these two have bad blood or is the disliking due to Kaylyn James Evans not liking AJP and Kash being...Well whatever Kash is to KJE?

Beckett: I've thought about this the first time these two wrestled. I'm not sure. I'd say these two without question have a want to be the best they can be inside that ring. Either will make all the stops to make sure they win this match!

Back on her feet, AJP rushes across the ring and Jason Kash begins to sit up as AJP hits the ropes and comes back with more rush. Just as Kash looks up to find AJP, he is hit to the face with a running dropkick by AJP. Back to his back on the canvas, Kash holds his face with both hands as the pain thumps. Aubrey gets up and runs to the side ropes to where Kash is laying and she jumps, spring boarding herself off the middle ropes and going for a Lionsault Moonsault but Kash lifts a leg and catches AJP in the stomach as she comes down hard over his stiff raised boot. Kash scrambles to get to his feet as AJP remains on hers but is clearly a bit dazed from the boot to the gut.

Kash stands her straight up and hits her with a Bell Clap (Double Ear Slap) and AJP clinches both sides of her head as she wobbles stepping away from Kash. Rushing in on AJP, Kash ducks and slides around behind her and quickly executes a Regal Suplex (Release Version) and things seem to be going into Kash's control as the fans pour down a boo heavy mixed reaction.

Beckett: Kash knocked her equilibrium out of wack and he easily hit that Regal Suplex like he was facing some rookie. Wanna bet he'll do something dastardly before the match ends?

Nailz: Like give her a Purple Nurple cause that'd be HILARIOUS!!

Beckett: How did you get this job again? What on heavens is a "Purple Nurple"? OWWWWWW!!!

Nailz: That's a Purple Nurple, hurts don't it? Haha!

As AJP lays with her stomach pressed against the canvas, Kash takes a few steps back before coming in with a Running Senton that pounds down over her back. He rolls and comes right back to his feet standing, throwing his arms up to show off a bit but waves off the booing crowd and gets back to work.

Nailz: He's confident! He's on his game and he's got a Full House!

Beckett: Whoa, what's he thinking to do here!?!

Kash at AJP's legs, rolls her onto her back and lifts her legs up. He looks around at the booing crowd and smiles. He drops down a single knee into the groin of AJP and the fans seem to get louder with their boos while some can be heard laughing. As he goes to drop another, AJP manages to grab his left ankle and pull him, using the distraction to get a leg free, AJP up kicks Kash to HIS groin and he folds over onto his side and more laughter and clapping hands fill the arena.

AJP pushes up and gets to her feet with one hand holding her groin from the single knee drop. Her facial expression is that of disgust and anger as she looks down at Jason Kash. Still holding himself with both hands, Kash has his eyes closed really feeling the pain. Aubrey shoots a soccer kick to the back of Kash and he arches from the pain and tries rolling away from her but fails as she reaches down and grabs him by his pierced ear, grabbing the platnium hoop dangling from his earlobe. He rises up onto his knees almost begging for her to release his ear. She does but follows the release with a stiff and vicious kick to the chest. Kash sits back on his knees holding his chest as AJP breaks into a run. Dashing to the far ropes to Kash's side, AJP comes back in a flash and runs up Kash, hitting an Axe Kick Shinning Wizard!

Beckett: Aubrey Parker is one HELL OF A FEMALE ATHLETE!!

Nailz: She aight..

Beckett: "aight"? Since when did you pick up lazy English?

Nailz: I got street cred!!

After taking a moment too long to rest, AJP rolls Kash over and lays across him for the pinfall attempt. The referee down as she covers him is already slapping the mat.

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Thr..KICKOUT!!

The fans all come together with the same emotion "Awww" as Jason Kash kicks out at the last second. AJP throws an elbow down across Kash's face and goes for another cover.

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Tw..Kickout!

Aubrey seems annoyed as she slowly pushes up to her hands and knees. She begins to rise to her feet as Kash jolts in pain but rolls onto his side. He props himself up on an elbow and looks over at AJP as she comes to a stand. She soccer kicks him dead to the forehead and he flops onto his back and grabs at his head.

Nailz: Vicious, VICIOUS kick by AJP! This girl is showing some beastly actions here tonight! Hopefully Kash is playing possum..

Beckett: Everyone tries to take something away from Aubrey but the woman has some skill! She holds her own in the ring and people need to stop the doubts.

She doesn't waste any time getting to Kash and grabbing him at the arm as she pulls him back to his feet. Acting desperate, Kash bursts out of her grapple and snatches her at the back of her neck, running her to the ropes and launching her through the ropes to the outside ring apron. Kash wobbles and staggers trying to get his balance. His forehead is a dark shade of red and shows signs of bruising as he hurries to the ropes where AJP is at. He plucks her up and lays her over the top rope. Setting her up for a Suplex to bring her back inside the ring, Kash lifts her up and takes three steps back inside the ring with AJP upside and high in a suplex hold. AJP struggles and falls down onto her feet, trying to counter the suplex, her head and arm are still locked into the suplex setup and as her feet hit the canvas, Kash hooks her leg and turns her counter into a Snap Twisting Fisherman Buster and the fans riot with eruption!

Nailz: Oh Man!! That was beautiful!!

Beckett: Can Jason capitalize? Can he win this match?

Nailz: Grand Slam Champion, FUTURE Hall Of Famer..You bet your ass he can win this match! He just has to stop AJP from winning...Usually how it goes doesn't it?

Beckett: Shut up...You know what I mean..

Both on the canvas breathing deeply, trying to find their second winds to finish the match. Aubrey moves first and only rolls a few times. Closer to the ropes she uses them to pull herself up into a sitting position. Kash works himself onto his hands and knees. AJP reaches, grabs the middle rope and pulls up onto her knees. Kash sits up on his knees and wobbles as his eyes show a blurry reality. AJP forces herself to her feet as Kash steps up on one foot and remains on his other knee. AJP staggers toward him and picks up pace in only a few steps, Kash pops up and hits a Side Step Superkick and AJP crumbles to the canvas as he falls over her for a pin attempt.

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Thre..KICKOUT!!

As Kash pushes himself off of AJP, he grabs her by her hair and yanks on it as he rises. Aubrey isn't far behind him as her hair gets pulled, she makes her way up onto her feet. The two standing, leaning against each other are breathing hard. Kash shoves AJP back and she quickly throws a slap to his face. That wakes him up and he snaps his face back towards her and comes in pissed off. Her back now to the ropes, she looks nervous as her eyes look everywhere to find an opening.

She rushes at Kash, leaping up and going for her "Makeunder" Finisher but Kash pulls off her and she hits the canvas on her butt. She scrambles to get up but as she stands tall, Kash snatches her up and hits an electric T-Bone Suplex, hooking the leg and rolling her up for the pinfall. The referee scrambles to make the count..

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3!!

Nailz: HE WON!! JASON KASH JUST BEAT AJP!!

Beckett: Was that 3? I think she might have kicked out..

Kicking out mere seconds AFTER the 3, Kash lets her go and scoots away. AJP pops up as the referee signals for the bell. AJP looks mad and gets to her feet and begins arguing with the referee, motioning that she kicked out. Kash sitting on his rump near a corner is all smiles as he watches AJP argue the call. She looks over at Kash and waves him off, mad at the close call loss.

Stenfelder: Your Winner by pinfall..JASSON KAASHH!!

Nailz: EAT THAT BECKETT!! HE WON!! WOOOO!!!

Beckett: Wait, who's that?

No sooner is his name announced the victor does someone come sliding into the ring. The fans seen him crawling out from under the ring apron seconds ago and he stands tall to show people that it's Johnny Knuckles! The fans go crazy as Kash tries to hurry to his feet, Knuckles rushes at him. AJP exits the ring, grabbing her Suicidal Belt and ignoring everything else. Still mad and irritated at the loss. Knuckles drives a shoulder into Kash's midsection as the two collide. Putting Kash into the corner turnbuckles, Knuckles hits him with a nicely placed uppercut that stuns Kash. Ripping Kash from the corner, Knuckles turns Kash around and sets up and hits his "Last Breath" Finisher. Knuckles covers Kash and signals for the referee to make the count and he does.

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3!

Knuckles says something to the referee and the Ref nods and signals for another bell and runs over and sticks his head out of the ropes, yelling at the Ring Announcer for the decision.

Stenfelder: Your Winner and...NEW Dark Match Champion!! JOHNNNYY KNUCCKLESS!!

Beckett: You win some, you lose some and Kash has done both here tonight!

The fans who most either forgot about the Belt entirely or didn't even know Kash had the belt still cheer their lungs off as Johnny Knuckles parades around the ring. Not only becoming the Champion again of the belt he created but beating Jason Kash in the first time of his career. He looks thrilled but then realizes he doesn't have the belt. Kash hadn't brought it out to ring side with him either and Knuckles leaves the ring in a hurry to the back to find his property. Kash looking up realizes what happened and slowly leaves the ring and follows after Knuckles, the fans booing him the whole way.

We’re back from the commercials to yet another great and awesome Asylum episode. Still early in the evening, we are backstage where we find the two performing Pillars: ‘The Soul of Philly’ TJ and Keaton Saint taking on the two up-and-comers from the Dying Breed. In the locker room, Saint is sitting pensive, organising his mind for the night, while TJ is getting ready, stretching himself out, cracking his joints and looking tough as tough comes.

Saint: You ready for this, TJ?

TJ: To show up the Dying Breed? To put them down a notch? Yeah, I’ve been ready for a while now.

Saint: Let’s remember the basics: Don’t underestimate and it’s not over until that last bell.

TJ: I’ll bring the heat, you bring the remembering. Together, we’ll take them out.

Saint: Well, I do my best remembering with a bottle of water. You want one?

TJ: I’m good ...

Saint nods, then ups and leaves the room, leaving TJ to his warm ups and thoughts. After a moment, there’s a knock at the door.

TJ: Door’s open!

In stroll that trusty cameraman Shane - you remember the one, the cameraman from Happy Endings. Sally’s cameraman. And he’s here, all on his lonesome. Well, with TJ I guess. So not lonesome I guess. Anyway.

Shane: Hey! TJ! Just the man I was looking for.

TJ: Me? Why me? Shouldn’t you be looking for Sally?

Shane: Well, yeah, about that. I know where she is.

TJ: Where?

Shane: Not here. She sent me here to find you. Or Keaton. But you’re here, so you’ll do.

TJ: Find me for what?

Shane hands TJ a letter. TJ looks the envelope over, then up at Shane. Shane shrugs, looks back to the envelope. TJ again flips it over, then finally opens it up. His eyes run left to right, left to right ... then stop. He looks at Shane, who can’t make eye contact with him. TJ goes back to reading.

TJ: That’s it? A letter and then ... she’s done?

Shane: She’s still in hospital. And APW won’t insure her if she comes against doctor’s wishes.

TJ: And the Pillars? What do we do without Sally?

Shane: What does the letter say?

TJ: I don’t care about the letter. I want to talk to her. Keaton will want to talk to her too.

Shane: I don’t think she’s up to it yet.

TJ: But she’s up to writing a letter!?

Shane shrugs, TJ looks confused, with a hint of anger. He starts to read over the letter again, then gives up and just starts to nod

TJ: So this is it?

Shane: Seems like it.

TJ: I’ll have to see Keaton then.

TJ folds the letter back up, pats Shane on the shoulder, then heads past, off to find Keaton.

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Nailz: Welcome back everyone. What a show we’ve had so far here tonight, as the Road to Rasslemania IX continues.

Beckett: Every year, Rasslemania gets bigger and better. And every year, Rasslemania always tops its previous year.

Nailz: And Every year at this time, We inducted a past Megastar into the APW Hall of Fame

Beckett: If you missed the announcement on this past Overdrive, fear not, we have it here for you tonight

Nailz: This year, we are proud to induct, into the APW Hall of Fame, Class of 2013.



We're back from the commercial break with Asylum and a wide camera shot of the backstage area, Keaton Saint can be seen conversing with one of the many stagehands and sharing what appears to be a bag of popcorn with the man. As we come closer this is confirmed as Saint begins to direct the stagehand to what is revealed as a row of popcorn carts, each filled with different flavours of the stuff.

Keaton Saint: I wasn't joking when I said I'd bring popcorn. What I've got in my hand is the personal stash but all of this is the extra stuff.

Stagehand: These can't all be for you, can they?

Keaton Saint: Are you having a giggle?

Saint smirks as he says this, showing that his intent was merry.

Keaton Saint: No, this is about raising the bar on corn-based snacks for the groundbreaking Asylum where Jeff sees just how good the roster is with his own two eyes and Stefan Raab gets put in his place.

Stagehand: You're sure this isn't too much?

Keaton Saint: We've got a packed house out there waiting to see some of the best wrestling known to man. All of this, whether it's salty, sweet or whatever is a bonus. It's my duty to make sure that every single one of them leaves with a huge smile on their faces, a realisation that they just saw the BEST wrestling has to offer. That's where you come in.

Stagehand: You were saying something earlier.

Keaton Saint: I never finished, did I?

Stagehand: No but you did mention something about organising--

Saint chooses this moment to click his fingers, recalling his plan in full.

Keaton Saint: That's IT! Have a handful of these anyhow?

Saint offers the bag to the stagehand who graciously accepts some of the popcorn.

Stagehand: Hey, this stuff isn't too bad.

Keaton Saint: I know right! It's even better when it's free. Anyhow let's get to the point, what I need you to do is get some of the guys who aren't busy to prep a cart and take them to points A through H, two to a cart. If you're running low go and have a word with Jay in the canteen since I know he's on board for this.

Stagehand: What then?

Keaton Saint: Get yourselves set up and you'll know when to do your business, the crowd will be hyped up enough just be the scope of tonight so putting this in their faces will make it like a pay-per-view crowd. This is going to be big and it's going to be big for the right reasons.

Stagehand: If you say so, Saint.

Keaton Saint: If I'm wrong then I owe you £100, the pound is stronger than the dollar after all. Thanks for this anyhow.

Saint lets out a hearty laugh as he takes a single popcorn and throws it up before catching it in his mouth.

Stagehand: I'm holding you to that... Is that TJ coming over here?

The stagehand points out to where the camera was as we came back from the commercial break and sure enough The Soul of Philly himself is walking with a purpose. Saint says his goodbyes to the stagehand before he walks in the direction to meet TJ.

TJ: Ya need to see this now.

Keaton Saint: I thought you were about to burst a blood vessel, we both need to keep a cool head before we're on.

TJ: Doing a popcorn charity run for the arena makes ya take them eyeballs of the match.

Keaton Saint: It's all connected, that amp and their vibe will connect to us and you will feel them behind you with every step. I am ready.

TJ: Ya still need to read this though, Sally sent me a letter.

Keaton Saint: She sent me one too, I was gonna read it after our match.

TJ: Nuh uh, ya need to read it now.

TJ thrusts the letter in Saint's face with a force only reserved for things of great importance.

Keaton Saint: You might be over-reacting, I'm sure she's not foretold the end of the world or...

Saint stops himself mid-sentence, taking in a deep breath before exhaling it in a huff. Whatever the letter said, it wasn't something to make TJ or Saint happy men.

Keaton Saint: You were right, this is big.

TJ: Ya head still in the game though, right?

Keaton Saint: As important as this all is, our match takes precedence. We're Pillars, we raise the standard and we are the conscious effort for better professional wrestling. Nothing is going to change that TJ, nothing.

The Camera cuts to the ring where Adam is standing there with the mic

Adam: Please Welcome at this time. The President of Action Packed Wrestling. HURRICANE……….JEEEEEEEEEEFF!

“Raining Blood” By Slayer hit’s the PA system and the Crowd goes ballistic as they know who’s about to walk out through the curtain.

Nailz: Finally, President Jeff has come back to Asylum. Its been a while since we’ve seen the boss make an appearance on Asylum.

Beckett: And from my understand, he is here tonight to respond to everything that Stefan Raab has been doing and saying lately.

President Jeff walks out from behind the curtain in his business suit. He stands at the top of the stage, soaking in all the cheer. A smile comes across his face and he makes his way down to the ring.

Nailz: For anyone who’s missed it, At Survive and Conquer, President Jeff was doing commentary, and after Stefan Raab was eliminated, he went back into the ring and attempted to eliminate other competitors.

Beckett: However, President Jeff put an end to that pretty quick when he went into the ring himself and took care of Stefan Raab.

Nailz: And lets not forget about this past Thursday on Overdrive when Raab laid Jeff out with a Steel pipe just as he was about to terminate Johnny Rebel

Beckett: And act of cowardness, that’s for sure.

Jeff gets to the ringside area. He slaps a few hands of the fans in the front row before walking up the ring steps. Jeff walks down the ring apron, stops and looks into the crowd who are still cheering for him. Jeff wipes his feet on the apron and enters the ring through the top and middle rope.

Nailz: Listen to this crowd!

Beckett: They are on their feet for the boss

Jeff walks to the middle of the ring where Adam hands him the microphone. Adam leaves the ring as Jeff stands in the middle of the ring. Jeff’s music cuts off and Jeff continues to stand there, listening to the cheers. Just as Jeff is listing the microphone to his mouth to speak, he is cut off with Wrenches and Kings music plays over the sound system.

Nailz: The hell is this?

Beckett: I think things are about to heat up

The arena fills with loud boo’s from the fans as Stefan Raab walks out from behind the curtain with a microphone in his hand. Stefan stands in the middle of the entrance ramp having his eyes locked on President Hurricane Jeff and begins to speak.

Stefan Raab: Well, well. It has come down to this hasn't it pussy bitch? Yeah I called you a pussy because you have ignored, the hell out of me ever since I came back from my suspension.

Crowd were booing Stefan as he walks around the ramp with the microphone and he continues to speak.

Stefan Raab: I got to say that out of all the wrestling owners that I have met, you are the worst one that I have ever came across in my life. Hell you do a good job on getting nearly, the whole of the Asylum locker room to suck your dick, on handing them title shots that they didn't deserve which is just ridiculous.

Nailz: That’s just uncalled for. President Jeff is a well respected man in this business!

Crowd continue to boo Stefan as he had a lot more to say including on getting rid of Yarmouth situation since Jeff used to be good friends with him and continues to speak while walking on the ramp

Stefan Raab: Where has your former pet Yarmouth gone? Oh that's right he left the company like a bitch because I got in his head, and he knew that I would kick his ass all over the danm arena and me winning, over him in a wrestling match. I bet you miss him badly don't you, seeing how you used to sleep and share the same bed as him? I know, I went there again not that I give a damn, on what you think anyway seeing how biased, you are with other wrestlers in the back.

Beckett: I’d like to know where Raab gets these facts. I hope he doesn’t believe everything he reads on the dirt sheets.

Stefan did want to talk to Jeff about Survive and Conquer on what he did as he was still walking on the ramp continuing to speak.

Stefan Raab: You must be thinking oh why did I attack Aurora, after I was eliminated. Because I wanted to see what you would do, and you attacked me like a pathetic coward you are but I wasn't mad, because I then realized that you finally saw me as a threat to you. It worked didn't it? Let me get into the ring for the next thing, I am going to say to your ugly Canadian face.

Stefan then decides to come into the ring as he really wants to get in Jeff's face showing people in the back that Stefan wasn't afraid to speak in front of him with the crowd saying Raab sucks all over the arena before they die down with Stefan continuing to speak.

Stefan Raab: Now the crowd can tell that we both are locking eyes on each other, and I wonder why seeing how Rasslemania isn't far away now. Think about this Hurricane scum bag, imagine the billionaires in wrestling beating the hell out of each other, and seeing how you are into the making money thing. I am sure that our match would make billions of money for Rasslemania, more than all the other Rasslemania PPV's that you have, been in the past. I have said this before and I will say it again, on do you have the balls to face against me at Rasslemania, or will you be too scared of me winning the match over you. What is it going to be yes or no?

Stefan waits for Jeff to reply as the tension was kicking in with the crowd chanting yes all over the arena while Jeff was thinking as he finally had an answer to reply to Stefan's question.

Nailz: He has to accept?

Beckett: I don’t know. Jeff hasn’t wrestled since last years Rasslemania.

Jeff looks up at the crowd as they cheer for him. Jeff lifts the Mic to his lips to finally speak.

Jeff: Your On!

The crowd cheers and Jeff drops the microphone and walks to the ropes. “Raining Blood” by Slayer hit’s the PA and Jeff exit’s the ring through the ropes and hops down off the apron.

Nailz: Its Confirmed. President Jeff Verses Stefan Raab at Rasslemania IX. The match Raab has been begging for!

Beckett: And the boss didn’t even bother to give Raab a verbal beat down!

The crowd continues to cheer as Jeff makes his way up the aisle and the camera goes on Raab who has a smile on his face. Jeff walks through the curtain and we go to backstage.

Michael Callahan is strolling casual as you like through the backstage corridors of the Asylum arena. The mere sight of him prompts the Canadian crowd into a furious frenzy, a uniform hatred of his Americanness arising out of neighbour rivalry. Callahan is oblivious to their cries though, as he strolls in his finest suit and tie towards the communal changing room area.

Michael Callahan: Just another day in the office...

He pauses for a moment to check his wrist-watch but as he does, Shane West turns the corner and smiles at The American Hero. It's go-time. Shane waves and walks towards Callahan, charm and politeness dripping from his every step.

Michael Callahan: Oh! Shane! Hi! How can I help you?

Shane West: Hi Michael, I was just wondering if I could get a few words about your main event match tonight with Shane Borderland.

Michael Callahan: Of course you can. Fire away. I'm in high spirits.

Callahan brushes down his jacket and adjusts his tie, making sure he looks tip-top for the cameras in an interview.

Shane West: Great. Well, first of all, earlier this week you described Shane Borderland as being like a ticking time bomb. What's the fear in your mind that he'll go ballistic in the middle of this match and ruin your opportunity to go to Rasslemania for a re-match with Phil Atken?

His smile fades, and Callahan is all-business as Shane wastes no time getting to the questions.

Michael Callahan: I'm not going to lie Shane, it's a concern. When you step between the ropes with someone who has the same kind of mental fragility as Shane Borderland, the risk of him snapping is always going to play in the back of your mind. What Borderland doesn't count on though is that when there's a bomb scare, cooler heads prevail and nobody puts a brave face on things quite like Michael Callahan. I'll keep it together even when the world around me is crumbling, so while Shane Borderland is definitely a nuclear sized threat tonight, I'll make sure by hook or by crook Asylum gets the Rasslemania event it's crying out for.

Shane cocks an eyebrow.

Shane West: And that is?

Callahan is happy to oblige him.

Michael Callahan: Callahan VS Atken II, on the biggest show of the year, where finally, yours truly will win the belt that he was born to wear. Last year's Pro Life Championship legacy was like my obligatory senatorial run. This year? I'm running for president.

Shane West: Strong words from The American Hero. Now before I let you go prepare for your match, I have one more question.

Callahan smiles and slips an arm around West's shoulder, treating him more like an old friend than the irritating tag-along of Sally Talfourd and colleague that he really is.

Michael Callahan: Fire away, West, my boy.

Shane West: The War Ensemble. Some people are confused as to the relationship between you and Doctor Gray and The GI. At Christmas Chaos, you explicitly told them not to interfere in your match with Anthony Bailey and they did, leading you to physically attack them both and in the process almost cost you the match, but at Survive and Conquer they interfered to protect you from Dickwood and Hank. What's the story between you guys right now? Are you on the same page? There's been no explanation as far as the show is concerned.

Callahan takes his arm back and cracks his knuckles, again, the happy smile slipping from his face as he delves into his ice-man persona once more.

Michael Callahan: Sometimes Shane, disputes between gentlemen are not fit to be aired on television. After Christmas Chaos, Doc Gray and I had a VERY heated conversation about what had happened and we both tried to explain our sides of the story. Ultimately, we both decided it was beneficial for all of us if we put it aside and just agreed to listen to one another in future and respect each others wishes. So when Hank and Dickwood came out to interfere, GI and Doc Gray were onside to have my back. Things were looking a little hairy, but we talked it all out. The War Ensemble has been and always will be on the same page.

West begins to wrap up the interview but Callahan's attention has gone. He stares vacantly into the distance at something unseen, off-camera. Not even West is sure what he's looking at.

Shane West: Alright well thank you very much Michael. Best of luck against Bord-

Callahan interjects.

Michael Callahan: No, thank you Shane West. Thank you.

Before West can say anything, he's walking off in the direction of his vacant stare as we cut away to the next segment.

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



Here comes the "THE SMOOTH ONE" dressed in black brief tights and a TDB T-Shirt with "Get Chocolate Wasted" on the back. Accompanied by the other members of The Dying Breed ”The Smooth One” looks across the arena basking in the cheers of APW faithful. He gingerly strolls to the ring…As he enters the ring he stands in the middle of the extends his arms and basks in the aroma of impending victory. He slowly climbs to the middle turnbuckle and strokes his beard and salutes the APW fans.

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

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

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

Adam Stendfelder: Introducting first, The Dying Breed, “The Smooth One William D. Williams and Jair Hopkins!!!!!!!

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

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

Adam Stenfedler: And their opponents, Two of Asylum’s Pillars, “The Soul of Philly” TJ and Keaton Saint!!!!!!!

Jair Hopkins & "The Smooth One" William D. Williams vs. TJ & Keaton Saint

Jair and TJ kick things off in this tag team match up. They go to lock up and TJ quickly grabs the smaller Jair and throws him into the corner. Jair comes out of the turnbuckle area, but TJ starts punching and Jair falls back. TJ grabs Jair and sends him across the ring with a powerful Irish whip. Jair comes back and TJ kicks Jair in the gut. With Jair bent over, TJ bounces off the ropes and as TJ comes back, Jair ducks a TJ clothesline and leaps up and nails a blind pele kick.

Nailz: TJ didn’t see that coming.

Beckett: With a guy like Jair Hopkins, you’re gonna have to leave him absolutely no openings.

Jair grabs TJ and puts him in the corner and chops him. Jair grabs TJ’s arm and twist it and pulls him over to Williams. Jair tags in Williams and Williams climbs to the top rope and jumps off with a double axe handle across the arm of TJ.

Nailz: That’s a big man doing an agile move like that!

Williams grabs TJ’s arm and twist it and takes TJ over with a judo toss. Williams is still holding TJ’s arm, Williams pulls TJ up and then gets him with
a German suplex.

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A stiff kick to the ribs, doubles Williams over and raises the ire of Jair Hopkins. Hopkins is in the ring and tackles Keaton Saint to the mat, they are trading punches and rolling around the ref practically has to jump in between them, but they get up and go to their corners. TJ slowly gets up and Williams throws TJ into the ropes, but TJ reverses it. As Williams hits the ropes, Keaton Saint is there to get a knee into the back of Williams. TJ then clotheslines Williams over the top rope and tags in Keaton Saint. TJ rolls his shoulder trying to loosen it up.

Beckett: Smart move by Saint there, even though it’s illegal.

Saint hops off the ring apron onto the floor. He grabs Williams and spears him into the ring post. Saint then rolls him in. Quick cover.

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Nailz: It’s going to take more than that to stop “The Smooth One!”

Saint grabs Williams by the head and picks him up. He grabs him in body slam style but drives him ribs first to his knee in a modified back breaker and covers him.

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As the ref brings Jair back to his corner, Saint pulls Williams up and headbutts him and he falls to the corner. Saint starts to stomp Williams in ribs. The ref is trying to break it up, but Saint is really getting in some kicks. Jair has seen enough and jumps on Saint’s back with a sleeper. Saint stumbles back and is down to one knee. Jair is really wrenching it and the ref gets them separated. Jair turns to go to his corner but is met with a stiff punch to the face from TJ...Jair falls back unconscious. The ref gets TJ back to his corner and Jair hasn’t moved.

Nailz: The ref is getting his money’s worth this week.

Saint runs and Williams gets an elbow into Saint’s face. Saint stumbles back and Williams starts punching Saint and then he bounces off the ropes and gets caught in a powerslam.

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Beckett: Williams really needs to tag out here.

Nailz: To who? Jair is just now crawling over to his corner!

Saint drags Williams to his own corner and tags in TJ. Saint picks Williams up and lifts his arm up and TJ kicks him in those sore ribs. TJ then throws Williams into the ropes and nails him with an IMPACT BOMB!!!

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Beckett: Pound for pound, Jair is one of the toughest guys in APW. His desire to win is awe inspiring!

TJ then locks in a front face lock on Williams. Williams gets to his knees and then his feet. TJ still applying the front face lock in the middle of the ring with his back to his partner. Jair is reaching for a tag and so is Williams. Williams finds strength to slowly make his way towards Jair. Williams is close to tagging Jair and Williams tags in Jair. The fans go wild as Jair jumps into the ring and starts pounding on TJ. Saint runs in only go get taken down with a punch. TJ bounces back up only to get knocked back down with a punch from Jair. Jair throws TJ into the ropes and delivers a GIANT backdrop. Hopkins is down on one knee and is slow to get back up. Saint runs into the ring and spears down Jair.

Beckett: I’m surprised that Saint and TJ are working so well together.

They pick Jair up and then throw him into the ropes. TJ and Saint put their heads down and Jair comes back nailing a double DDT. Jair covers TJ.

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Williams grabs Saint and throws him to the outside. Williams starts to climb to the top rope and Jair attempts to pick TJ up for a powerbomb. Before Williams can jump off the top rope, Saint jumps on the ring apron and hits Williams’s leg and he falls balls first on the top turnbuckle. He falls over hits the apron and falls to the mat...TJ then counters the powerbomb with a backdrop. Saint slides into the ring and picks Jair up, hooking his arms from behind. TJ runs off the ropes and goes for a running stiff right hand but Jair breaks free and ducks. TJ drop kicks Saint like a sack of potatoes and he goes through the ropes to the outside. TJ can’t believe the mistake he just made. Jair spins TJ around, kicks him and DDT’s him.

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Jair and TJ both are trying to make their way to their feet. TJ and Jair see each other from opposite sides of the ring, they run at each other...DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!!!!!! JAIR DRAPES HIS ARM OVER ON TJ.

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TJ gets his shoulder up just half a second too late!

Winners: The Dying Breed

Adam Stenfelder: yOUR WINNERS JAIR HOPKINS AND WILLIAM D. WILLIAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Nailz: A huge win for the Dying Breed here tonight! Jair Hopkins has been on a bit of a slide as of late, but a pinfall over the Tap Out Champion will certainly help him gain some momentum!

Beckett: A hard hitting contest from two of the top teams on Asylum. You can't ask for more from a Tag Team Match!

Kanye West's "Power" hits the speakers as the ref raises Jair Hopkins' and William D. Williams' arms in victory. In a sign of sportsmanship, The Pillars extend their hands out to the Dying Breed for handshakes, which Jair and William gladly accept to thunderous applause from the crowd.

Nailz: You've got to love it when the competitors show great sportsmanship like that!

Beckett: Good sportsmanship my behind! Who needs it!?

Nailz: Looks like Anthony Bailey's coming down to offer his congrats to the winners and come get his team.

The crowd cheers as Anthony makes his way down the ramp, slapping high fives with a few of the fans in the crowd...

Nailz: And here comes Aubrey J. Parker right behind him. She had a match earl-

THWACK!

Anthony Bailey doesn't have much of a yell, but merely groans out as he is struck in the back of the skull with a steel chair, courtesy of the Suicidal Champion, Aubrey J. Parker.

Beckett: HA! BRILLIANT!

Nailz: What the hell was that for!?

The crowd boos immensely as Bailey hits the ramp and Aubrey kneels down, dropping the chair next to him. She places her hand over her forehead, swearing to herself. Her face looks to be etched in guilt, or fear, but she stands up and gazes toward the ring where the four people that had just participated in the event have finally begun to move about, though none of them have turned to the ring.

She moves quietly to the ring, timing her entrance beneath the bottom rope to correlate with TJ and Keaton Saint's exit on an adjacent side of the ring.

Nailz: Williams and Hopkins... might need to turn around. I don't know what the hell has gotten into AJP!

Beckett: I'm telling you, something happened with that confrontation and that match with Kash!

Aubrey charges William D. Williams who is in the process of raising Hopkins' hand to the crowd. He loses his balance from the sheer exhaustion of the match and falls over the middle rope and out to the floor.

Hopkins turns around and Parker grabs his wrist, placing her boot against his chin and throws herself back to complete her inverted Face Stomp, the Defamer! Hopkins hits the ground, limp from the maneuver and Parker climbs to her knees, ignoring the deafening boos from the audience.

Nailz: No!

Beckett: Yes! This is the kind of stuff Asylum was built on!

Parker slowly gets to her feet, moving her hair back behind her head. Her lip quivers, and she looks seconds away from bursting into tears, in an odd combination with anger as she moves toward the ropes and starts to step out to the apron.

Nailz: Just go. You've done enough. You've lost your mind.

Aubrey steps back into the ring, kicking the bottom rope in frustration. She buries her face in the top turnbuckle for a few seconds before snapping her head towards Jair Hopkins, who is climbing back up. She leans against the ropes and stares at him with a look that indicates that she would rather do nothing at all.

However once Hopkins has planted both of his feet on the ground, Aubrey runs at him to deliver the leaping Snap Reverse STO, the Makeunder, prompting another negative reaction from the fans.

She begins to attempt to lock in the Koji Clutch, but she's forced to roll out immediately as Williams and Bailey slide into the ring from different sides. She doesn't spare another look back at the ring but walks up the ramp with her head down, her hands over her face.

Nailz: This is bafflling, truly. What... just... what HAPPENED?

Beckett: I just became an AJP fan is what happened. GO BACK FOR SECONDS!

Parker pauses at the top of the ramp and considers turning to look back at the ring, but shakes her head and makes her way to the back.

The camera cuts backstage to find Johnny Knuckles rummaging through a locker room. Tossing shit aside, throwing clothes, knee pads, water bottles over his shoulder looking for something. The view of the camera turns to see Jason Kash creeping and peeking into the locker room. As Kash comes into full view, he is leaning up against the wall next to the locker room doorway. He has a Steel Chair in his hand, folded up for attacking.

Kash presses a single finger up to his pressed lips to let the camera crew to be quiet. He slowly moves off the wall and tip toes into the locker room, he lets the camera man enter with him but pulls the door closed quietly. Before it clicks shut the voice of Knuckles is heard as the shuffling of the locker room stops.

Knuckles: Finally...I found you! The Dark Match Championship is mine once more!!

The door is pulled shut and the clack of the lock being turned catches Knuckles attention. He turns around to find Kash standing about 20 yards from him holding a Steel Chair. The two stand there burning glares into each other's eyes. Knuckles holding the Dark Match Title and Kash with his Chair. The locker room locked off to outsiders.

Knuckles: So this is it huh? One of us leaves, one of us is carried out? It's finally come to this...

Kash: Guess so. I told you back in the day that this thing between us, this rivalry is too deep to mend. You've taken up my time for YEARS and now I take payment in flesh..

They rush each other, Kash ducks a Championship Belt and as both men spin around, Kash lays into Knuckles with the steel chair. Stumbling back, Knuckles catches the wall and keeps on his feet. Kash lifts the chair again to strike and Knuckles drops the DM Title and launches himself at Kash.

CRACK!

HEHEHEHE....HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Stumbling back into the way by the door, Knuckles begins to laugh. He rubs his head where the chair collided but doesn't seem to faded by it. He comes at Kash again but his arms are lowered as if he wants to take another chair shot. Kash takes the shot.

CRACK!

Johnny Knuckles pounds against the locker room floor on his back. Kash smiles as he walks to the side of Knuckles and picks up the DM Title. He dangles it over Knuckles aching body.

Kash: You think I wanted to keep this? I'm glad you have this meaningless piece of trash back, it suits you and all you've done in APW and this business overall. You've died a bit inside Knuckles, something is gone from the man I first beat all those years ago. Something was lost and this...Slapstick comedy has been what you've become...GARBAGE!

He forcefully throws the DM Title across the locker room and it clanks against the far wall before hitting the floor. Knuckles reaches up and pulls on Kash, throwing a punch to his gut but Kash big boot shoves him back to the floor. Kash lays the chair against the bench and walks over to his belongings. Some of which have been thrown around scattered due to Knuckles searching. He opens a duffel bag and his eyes go wide as he reaches down and pulls out a pair of Fuzzy Handcuffs. He turns back to Knuckles who is pushing himself up to his knees already. Both of them pause as Knuckles looks down at the fuzzy cuffs.

Kash: (Shrugs Shoulders) What can I say, Kaylyn likes a good time!

With that Kash uses one of the cuffs as Brass Knuckles and clobbers Johnny Knuckles with the steel and fuzzy covered Steel. Blood begins to flow slowly from Knuckles eyebrow where the punch landed. Kash drags Knuckles to the bench and sits him up against it. He crouches down and gets behind Knuckles and uses the hand cuffs to lock up Knuckles hands behind his back. Laughter fills the locker room as Kash stands tall and steps in front of his long time rival. Kash picks up the chair once again and speaks out..

Kash: I'm sure there are so many people who enjoyed seeing you pin my shoulders to the canvas. Does that make us even? Does your ONE little victory over me where you ACTUALLY BEAT ME...Even things up from all the victories I've had over you? Haha...

Knuckles: *BEEP* YOU!!

CRACK!

Kash comes in with a violent chair shot over the head of Knuckles. Instead of slumping, Knuckles roars forward in a rage. Kash lifts the chair and swings down again..

CRACK!

The blood from Knuckles eyebrow thickens and begins to drain at a rapid rate. His tongue swipes some blood as it rolls down his face and over his lips. Knuckles looks at Kash with a rage in his eyes. Kash grins with a cocky, arrogance smile and lifts the chair again.

CRACK!

Knuckles wobbles and slumbers down some as the handcuffs buckle against the bench legs. Knuckles jumps and tries breaking the cuffs and the wood of the bench begins to crack. Kash cocks the chair back like he's holding a baseball bat and steps into his swing. He swings out wide and slaps Knuckles with a sound deafening clank.

CRRRAAACCCKK!!

Knuckles slumps down and is unconscious leaning forward. The weight of his body is being held by the fuzzy handcuffs as Kash stares at the bleeding man.

Kash: Knuckles...You there? Can you hear me? Where is the tough guy you once claimed to be? The Innovator of Extreme? The King of Violence? Where has he gone, where has he disappeared too? Is he in there? Maybe you're really Sage? Are you Sage or Knuckles? Is there really a difference? Maybe you really did steal HIS identity, I mean maybe he is where the tough in you disappeared too...WAKE UP!!

He shakes awake and groans as he lifts his head and stares up at Jason Kash. Blood dripping from his lips, chin, and his nose. The sound of banging at the door turns Kash's attention from Knuckles. Still locked up Knuckles is stuck but once again throws himself at Kash. The clank of the handcuff catches Kash's attention and he looks at the steel chair to see that it's dented up bad. Kash throws it off to the side and looks around. He finds the folding chair that had been inside the locker room and steps over to it. He folds it up and slaps the seated section as he turns back to Knuckles.

Kash: Found another! Knux, this is what friends like me are for! You've taken a dive, lost an edge and found a delusion that tells you to try and beat me. You judged me for being a fan favorite last year and now have tried to best me at being me? At being the most vicious and violent athlete on Asylum...IN APW PERIOD? It was never my fault Knuckles. Your failure was not on me! Your jealousy, your hatred that the only real success you've had was WITH me and that has driven you into searching for something that like tonight, only happens with a fluke victory. Like with Shane Borderland, I show you that being my friend was a good idea. Being against me...That is a nightmare, one that leaves scars..Goodnight my friend...

Knuckles: ARGGGHHH!!!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

Shot after shot, the steel chair bents against the skin covered skull of Johnny Knuckles as alot more people pound on the door and shake the doorknob trying to get inside. Kash takes a step back and looks at Knuckles who still has a pinch of fight left in him. As he lifts his crimson coated face you can see a new pair of lips that have ripped open where Knuckles eyebrow use to be. The door to the locker room begins to unlock from outside and Kash steps up and rushes at Knuckles and right as the door is ripped open, Kash drives the steel chair one last time, with everything he has down into Knuckles head and blood splatters as Security tackle Jason Kash and the camera cuts to commercial.

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Backstage, there’s a bunch of commotion going on as the three men of “The Dying Breed” are spotted. We see Hopkins, Williams, and Bailey, who came to ringside towards the tail end of the match. Hopkins is pissed as ever. Body full of sweat as he stood shirtless, being helped by his ‘brothers’ after getting beat down by that of Aubrey J. Parker. Jack Spade is nearby as he rushes to the scene to get a word.

Jack Spade: Jair, what happened out there?

Jair huffs and puffs, still recovering from the attack. He looks at Jack with bad intentions.

Jair Hopkins: What happened out there? I got ambushed. That’s what happened. I’m gonna fu—

Anthony stops Jair from completing his sentence.

Anthony Bailey: Stay calm bro, we’ll handle this the right way. I’m upset as well but like her Twitter spat a few weeks ago, I’m sure that this is all one big misunderstanding. There’s an explanation for this…there has to be…

Jair Hopkins: Nah, she wanna’ play ‘big’. I’m going to give her ‘big’… A big shiner. Make her look like a damn possum.

The Smooth One: As funny as that would look, you have to remain calm. She got her ‘free shot’ in. Payback will arrive real soon. I can stop by her locker room later on and talk to her one on one.

Jair remains quiet, but his facial expression speaks louder than words.

Jair Hopkins: You right, you’re absolutely right. Payback will come. I gotta’ keep my cool.

Jair breaks free from the assistance of Williams and Bailey. He looks at Jack Spade.

Jair Hopkins: Jack, The Dying Breed, will not quit. People can take shots at it but we will not go down. Remember Ali versus Frazier? The iconic “Rope-A-Dope” technique. We’ll let em’ swing till they tire, once they do, TDB takes over. Get ready!

Jair, Bailey and Williams walk off down the hallway as Jair has his head aimed down while walking towards their locker room. Scene cuts back to ringside.

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall!

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: Introducing first, in the ring, from Cologne, Germany, weighing 260 lbs, "The Killerplauze" STEFAN RAAAAAAB!

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

Stendelder: 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 rises from inside the circle, a platform raising him up as the crowd continues to boo. The camera's pan across the arena showing the various anti-Slade Craven signs. Slade pays them no mind as he steps over the flames and begins to walk down the ramp. His black ring jeans with green flames embroidered on the leggings move like 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.

Stefan Raab vs Slade Craven

Beckett: Here we are once more. The Killerplauze and the Main Man.

Nailz: They've been partners, opponents- and everything under the sun. Tonight, they hope to put this rivalry to rest.

The bell rings and Raab is quick to go after Craven with a Running Lariat that takes the "Main Man" to the mat. Craven covers up as Raab hits him with stomps but is up within seconds and deflects him with a kick to the gut and a DDT. Raab isn't up long after Craven and goes on the offensive again, nailing an impressive series of punches that backs Craven into the corner. A stifling blow to the jaw knocks Craven for a loop and he seems to have trouble standing as Raab hits the ropes and comes back for a Shoulder Thrust, driving Craven into the corner. Craven stumbles out and Raab lifts him, twists him, and drills him for a Spinebuster!

Nailz: So far, this has mainly been all Raab offense!

Beckett: Is he taking hints from the giant teddy bear he pals around with?

Nailz: He's going for a cover!

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Craven is out at 2 and rolls out of the ring to catch a breather, but it proves to be only a trap. Stefan starts to follow him, but receives a back elbow square to the jaw. He falls back and rolls to the middle of the ring while Craven smirks and climbs up to the top turnbuckle, waiting until Raab is upright before he hits a Diving Hurricanrana! Raab is launched into the ropes from the move and gets up again. Craven runs at him and hits a Tornado DDT. He lands next to Raab and reaches over him, going to hook his leg.

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Raab is up, looking shocked at the closeness of the call. Craven sits up next to him, capturing him in a Sleeper Hold as Raab tries to fight off, but Raab is in the ropes quickly. The ref tells Craven to release him but Raab pushes himself off of the ropes and headbutts Craven! Craven throws his hands up to his nose and Raab turns around, hitting two European Uppercuts! Slade is spun around and Raab goes for a German Suplex, but Slade counters with a reverse body-scissors and nails a Wheelbarrow Bulldog!

Nailz: Innoative counter by Slade, and now he's going up top again...

Beckett: Raab thinks otherwise!

Raab runs into the ropes as Slade is perched on the top and he is caught up, falling awkward, risking landing on the steps from the top rope! Raab catches him, inadvertently breaking his fall, but bringing him into the ring with a Half Nelson Suplex from the second rope! Slade cries out in pain and writhes around in agony on the mat. He climbs to his feet... and Raab catches him with the Killercutter! Raab pushes him over for the pin.

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Nailz: And Craven still has that fight in him!

Raab slams his fists on the mat in frustration and turns to glare at the referee, throwing three fingers up at him. He forces Craven up again and hits a Vertical Suplex. Raab looks around at the jeering Vancouver audience, but waves them all off, shaking his head. He climbs up to his feet once more and forces Craven up, going for a DDT, but Craven shoves him off and hits a Jawbreaker! He hits the ropes and comes back with a Running Heel Kick! Raab is up again, and Craven is forced to go to the ropes once more, this time hitting a Monkey Flip! The crowd responds loudly, mainly in favor of Craven, anxious to see Raab put down.

Beckett: Craven is signaling for the end! Haha, it's Click Kick time!

Craven stomps his foot on the mat, with many in the audience stomping their feet as well as Stefan Raab climbs up to his feet. Craven is shaky, but once Stefan Raab is upright, he runs forward for the Click Kick!

Nailz: COUNTER!

Beckett: The Ankle Lock! Slade Craven knows what this feels like!

Craven cries out in agony, reaching for the ropes, but Raab drags him back to boos from the crowd. Craven pulls at his own hair to distract himself from the pain. He crawls again, coming within inches, but he falls short, and Raab drags him back to the middle of the ring again.

Beckett: He wants to break his ankle!

Craven is finally able to roll forward on his shoulder, throwing Stefan Raab into the ropes. Raab climbs back up and runs at Craven for a Clothesline, taking both men down. Raab breathes heavily in exhaustion on the mat while Craven favors his ankle, maneuvering towards the ropes. The crowd has started a "STEFAN SUCKS!" chant, but Raab pushes himself once again and dismisses them. He gets to his feet, unaware that Craven is climbing up right behind him.

Beckett: Look out, Raab!

Stefan waves the fans off, angrily and turns around...into the Click Kick! Stefan drops and Craven makes the cover.

Nailz: This is what President Jeff has warned Raab about! And it might've just cost him!

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Stenfelder: Here is your winner... "The Main Man" SLADE CRAVEN!

Craven's music hits and his arm is raised in victory by the referee. Craven wipes sweat off of his lips and eyes, smirking down at Raab. He mouths something into the camera relating to "Rasslemania" and "Shadow."

Nailz: Craven may have just sent a hell of a message to Shadow here, but now Stefan Raab needs to do something big in his career. Calling out Jeff won't work... especially if you can't back it up out there.

The crowd boos loudly as AJP appears backstage, grabbing her bags and other small belongings from her locker room.

She looks as if she just finished minutes of crying, which is quite possible considering how she left ringside moments ago. Parker slings her final bag over her shoulder and exits her locker room, hurriedly walking toward the exit.

Nailz: Well, there's Aubrey J. Parker, and she's in a hurry. I can't blame her... After what just happened moments ago.

Beckett: She lost, Nailz, that's what this is! The lost to Kash pushed her over the edge and now she's attacking the people that she feels have been attacking HER, whether through interviews, or Twitter, or what have you. Aubrey J. Parker feels attacked by Action Packed Wrestling. She's doing something about it!

Nailz: WHAT is she doing? She attacked the Dying Breed, specifically Jair Hopkins, and I'm not buying that she was provoked. I'm not buying it. She lost a match, and now it's the end of the world. Whatever issues she's had with the Dying Breed since December have come to a head tonight and...it's disgusting, Steve. It's disgusting. I hope she comes to her senses. I hope this isn't what this young woman is going to become.

Parker pushes, roughly, past the cameras and steps through the arena's exit.

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We find ourselves backstage as we see Stefan Raab making his way back from the ring following his match. He stops at a door and looks at the door.

Stefan: I wonder what Jeffy boy is doing now?

Stefan goes to open the door when it opens itself, thanks to the person behind it, The Soul of Philly TJ.

Stefan: Just got done kissing Reginald’s ass did you?

TJ: Actually no, what I just got done doing is convincing Reginald to book a match between us.

Stefan: So we face each other then? Good, I can’t wait to kick your ass since I am sick and tired of facing Slade Craven all month long. You think you’re all that and a bag of chips because you have a title you didn’t earn.

TJ: Right, keep thinking that, maybe you’ll find someone that agrees with you. But we will face each other, next Asylum. Gives you two weeks to write your will.

Stefan: Ha, that’s funny coming from you, the guy who’s gonna be knocked out cold.

TJ: We’ll see in two weeks, won’t we.

Stefan: Of course we will but wait until you see what will happen to you two weeks time when I kick Slade Craven's ass in the ring tonight.

Stefan smiles as he continues his way towards the ring as TJ begins to walk the opposite way when he stops and turns around.

TJ: Oh, and Stefan, the only way that Reginald would let the match take place is if you had a fair chance against me. So we decided that I have to play by the rules, but you don’t have any rules. Your welcome.

TJ turns back around and heads to his locker room as Stefan laughs.

Nailz: WHOA! Next Asylum, TJ vs Stefan, Rules vs No Rules.

Beckett: Why do I feel like a hippo just got a 10 mile headstart against a cheetah?

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will determine the #1 Contender for the APW World Heavyweight Championship and will face Phil Atken in the Asylum Main Event of RassleMania IX!

The fans are to their feet, but begin to boo loudly As the lights dim throughout the arena, red strobe lights start shining everywhere as the sound of "Wanted Man" by Rev Theory blares through the arena. Shane Borderland slowly comes out behind the curtain and stops when he reaches the top of the ramp and looks throughout the crowd. He raises his arms up in the air as the crowd boo’s him.

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

Nailz: Shane Borderland was scheduled to be a participant in the Extreme Elimination Chamber last October at One Night in Hell, before suffering a horrific ankle injury at the hands of Jason Kash in a bar brawl. Tonight, he looks to get another shot at the World Heavyweight Championship!

Beckett: Tonight, redemption may be spelled B-O-R-D-E-R...Nuts, his name is too long to make this work. In any event, Borderland has a real shot at redeeming himself here tonight!

Nailz: You could have just spelled Shane...

He starts walking down the ramp looking side to side at the crowd. He jumps up on the apron, and turns an looks at the crowd and shakes his head. He goes through the middle rope and hops up on the turnbuckle and extends his arms. (Randy Orton Style) then he jumps off the turnbuckle.

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

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

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

Nailz: Callahan came up just short against the APW World Heavyweight Champion Phil Atken at Survive & Conquer. You can bet he'd like another shot at the “Unfortunate One.”

Beckett: Everyone was so sure that Callahan was going to leave Wembley Stadium the new World Heavyweight Champion, including Callahan himself! You can bet he was embarrassed by that loss, and would love nothing more than to take the title from Atken at RassleMania!

Michael takes the long way around the ring making sure to smirk at all of his adoring constituents, heading towards the opposite set of ring stairs to make his ascent towards the ring and savor the crowds heated response to his arrival. As he scales the ring steps, he points the baseball bat like a conductors wand at the announcers before setting the bat down across the top step. He wipes his feet on the ring apron then climbs into the ring slowly, crossing his head and his heart as he takes up position in the corner and awaits the bell. The ref quickly pats down both competitors, checking for foreign objects, before calling for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

#1 Contender's Match for the APW World Heavyweight Championship
“The Bad Boy” Shane Borderland vs. “The American Hero” Michael Callahan

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The two men tie up in the middle of the ring, and Borderland uses his slight size advantage to push Callahan back into the corner. He gives Callahan a stiff Uppercut, knocking “The American Hero” off balance in the corner. Shane then sits him up on the top turnbuckle, and climbs up, looking to go for a Superplex early in the match. However, Callahan fights back, he manages to get Shane to let go of him. The two men trade blows a bit on the top rope, until Callahan gets the advantage, and shoves Shane right off! However, before Callahan can do anything, Shane pops up quick and takes him down with a Super Arm Drag from the top rope! Callahan arches his back in pain as Shane is right in there to stomp him right between the eyes a couple of times before pulling him up to a vertical base. He gives Callahan a few more punches to the face before pulling him in and wrapping his arms around the head and neck of Callahan, and pulling off a Gargoyle Suplex in the middle of the ring! Shane is quick to go for a cover, 1
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Nailz: Borderland is coming out firing on all cylinders! Callahan will need to put the brakes on “The Bad Boy” if he hopes to get into this match!

Beckett: Well, Callahan's coming off that epic World Heavyweight Championship match at the Survive & Conquer pay per view, while Borderland had the night off. Borderland is undoubtedly the fresher of the two competitors.

The fans aren't sure who to cheer for, so they just boo both men as Shane drags his forearm across the bridge of Callahan's nose, back and forth, back and forth! Callahan wipes his nose as Shane pulls him up by the head and whips him into the ropes, catching Callahan with a Power Slam! Shane goes for another pinfall attempt, hooking the far leg, 1
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Beckett: Shane Borderland is really keeping on the pressure, not giving Callahan any chance to recover. Now I don't think he's going to be able to maintain this kind of pressure for the entirety of the match, but if he can wear Callahan down a lot in the early going, it'll give him a great advantage in the later stages of the match.

Borderland presses his advantage, punching Callahan some more as he pulls him up to his feet and in for a Bear Hug! Shane has the Bear Hug on in such a way to where Callahan's arms are trapped to his side, and while Callahan tries to get at least one of his arms free, Shane starts shaking him around like a Rag Doll! The fans are booing Borderland as he keeps the hold on tight for the better part of two minutes, violently shaking Callahan as he does so! Eventually, Callahan manages to get an arm free, but by this point, he's beginning to fade. He throws a weak punch at Shane, who just shakes it off before shaking Callahan some more! Finally, Callahan goes limp, and the ref raises his arm to check it. As the ref let's go, it falls to Callahan's side.

“1!”

The man in charge raises the arm again, and again, it falls limply to the side of Callahan.

“2!”

Nailz: Shane Borderland could be mere moments away from headlining RassleMania IX! If you would have told me coming in to this match that he would have dominated Michael Callahan the way that he has here tonight, I would not have believed you! That's not a knock on Borderland, it's a testament to how good Callahan is despite his despicable personality!

Beckett: The ref is raising his arm one last time!

As the ref releases Callahan's arm for the third time, it begins to fall again, but at the last possible moment, Callahan gets his arm up, bringing the folks who have decided that they might as well cheer for somebody, anybody, to come alive! Perhaps 10% of the arena gets a “CALLAHAN! CALLAHAN!” chant going, which wills the duly elected wrestling Representative on! He gives Shane a few punches to the side of the head, forcing him to break the Bear Hug, but before Callahan can get any momentum going, Borderland reaches up and pulls off a Chin Breaker, dropping Callahan to the mat! The fans boo as Shane goes for another cover, 1
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Nailz: This is the opening Callahan has been looking for!

Beckett: Shane got a bit overzealous there!

Callahan is quick to follow Shane out to the floor, prompting the ref to start the mandatory 10 count. As Shane is getting up, Callahan runs in and gives him a hard Soccer Kick to the ribs, kicking him so hard that it flips Shane over onto the his back! The ref is to four as Callahan mounts Shane and unloads with a series of fast and stiff punches! Callahan disengages and rolls in and out of the ring to reset the count before pulling Borderland up by the head and giving him a few hard Knife Edge Chops to the chest, drawing a loud “WOOOOOO!” with each chop. After Borderland's chest is sufficiently red, Callahan gives him a stiff kick to the midsection before whipping him hard chest first into the apron! “The American Hero” makes sure to roll in and out of the ring to break the count again, and he drags Borderland up onto the apron, hooking his head in for a Snap DDT onto the Apron! Borderland falls limply to the floor as Callahan steps back into the ring, instructing the ref to count!

Nailz: Don't tell me Callahan's going to settle for a count out win.

Beckett: If it'd get him into the Main Event of RassleMania, I'm sure he'd kiss his cousin, and not a female one!

The ref begins the count, “1!”

“2!”

“3!”

The fans are booing like crazy, while Callahan holds his arms triumphantly in the air.

“4!”

“5!”

Borderland is stirring.

“6!”

Nailz: The ref is already up to six! Borderland needs to pick it up if he wants to beat the count!

“7!”

“8!”

Borderland is to one knee! Callahan is freaking out inside the ring!

“9!”

“10-”Borderland rolls in at the last possible second!

Beckett: Borderland just barely got in on time! Any closer and he would've been counted out!

Callahan is pissed off, and begins to stomp mercilessly at Borderland. A crazed look comes across his eyes, and he grabs a hold of the top rope, nailing Borderland with his boot again and again! The ref tells Callahan to back it up, and he gets between them. Callahan is right back in there again, and the ref pushes him back again. Borderland slides out of the ring, but as the ref is dealing with Callahan, Jason Kash comes from out of nowhere to nail him with a running UTI! He rolls Borderland back into the ring, and Kash disappears into the crowd as Callahan and the ref turn back towards the downed Borderland.

Nailz: Jason Kash has no business being out here! He's screwing Borderland again with a Title Shot on the line!

Beckett: Jason Kash just doesn't like Shane Borderland at all...

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Beckett: How did he kick out from that!?

Callahan pulls Borderland up and pulls him in for a GOP, Grand Ol' Piledriver! He goes for another cover, 1
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Beckett: Beckett was less than a microsecond away from going to RassleMania!

Nailz: What a match!

Borderland shakes his head in disappointment, but stays on the attack, pulling Callahan up and hooking him in position to set up for the Lights out, however, Callahan elbows his way out, and nails with the Landslide Election (Diamond Cutter)! He pins Borderland, 1
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Winner, and #1 Contender for the APW World Heavyweight Championship: Michael Callahan[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, and the #1 Contender for the APW World Heavyweight Championship, “The American Hero” Michael Callahan!

Nailz: And with that, Michael Callahan is going to RassleMania, but not without controversy! Jason Kash stuck his nose in Borderland's business once again, and cost him the match!

Beckett: There's obviously still bad blood between Borderland and Kash, but the big story here is that our RassleMania Main Event is set! Michael Callahan will challenge Phil Atken in a rematch of the Political Battle of the Century!

Callahan is beaming as his music blares over the speakers. The ref raises his arm high in the air, and the fans are beside themselves. Phil Atken appears on the stage, and begins to mockingly clap for the victorious Callahan. Callahan just eyes his opponent, and is still flashing his cheesy politician grin.

Nailz: Well folks, that's all the time we have for this week! We'll see you in two weeks for another action packed episode of APW Asylum! We'll see you then!