Asylum 2/24-Calgary, Alberta, Canada

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Ida Maria's “Bad Kharma” blares over the speakers as fireworks shoot from the stage. As the pyrotechnics display goes on, the fans are on their feet, cheering at the top of their lungs! The camera scans the crowd, picking up numerous signs. There's a group of three men holding up a long sign that reads “We Believe in Callahan's America” and their buddy next to them has a sign that reads, “It Sucks!” There are numerous “F*** Him Up, TJ!” signs, as well as a man in a full tuxedo, with a sign that reads “Marry Me, AJP!” As the camera continues to pan the crowd, the announcers begin to speak.

Nailz: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Scotiabank Saddledone here in Calgary, Alberta, Canada! We're here live for another exciting edition of APW Asylum! We're well on our way on the Road to RassleMania, and things are about to explode in the Asylum!

Beckett: We've had quite a few APW Mega Stars promoted from Meltdown this past couple of weeks, several of which are making their Asylum debuts tonight! In fact, Kaylyn James Evans, whom we've seen on this broadcast before, will be making her Asylum in ring debut teaming with long time friend Jason Kash to take on the APW Tag Team Champions, Aubrey J. Parker and Logan Alexander, M&M! Alexander is also making his Asylum debut tonight!

Nailz: Also, Slade “The Main Man” Craven takes on Jair Hopkins in what should be an exciting bout!

Beckett: We'll also get to witness a Triple Threat Match the could headline a pay per view, as Keaton Saint, Anthony “The Promise” Bailey, and the #1 Contender for the APW World Heavyweight Championship, Michael Callahan square off! What a match that's going to be!

Nailz: And let's not forget the special challenge match between Stefan Raab and “The Soul of Philly” TJ. Raab goes in with the distinct advantage of not being subject to count-outs or disqualification. I'm not so sure it was smart of TJ to give Raab that kind of leeway!

Beckett: And in our Main Event, the APW North American Champion, Young Mannie makes his return to Asylum to take on the World Heavyweight Champion, “The Unfortunate” Phil Atken! It's Champion versus Champion in a non-title match!

Nailz: Let's send it into the ring to Adam Stenfelder for our opening match!

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, this opening bout is scheduled for one fall!

SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME!

The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as Christian Kane makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage, his two strippers in tow. Red and white lights focus on the Canadian Sensation and flash rapidly, drawing attention to him with the lights illuminating his body.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, accompanied by a couple of strippers, weighing in at 220 pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, “The Canadian Sensation” Christian Kane!

Nailz: Normally, Kane gets booed out of the building, but his fellow Canadians love him! Listen to all the cheers he's getting here tonight in Calgary!

Beckett: I'm not listening to a thing, partner! I'm too busy looking at those hot women by his side! Holy moley!

Grabbing his girls by the hair Kane tells the camera to ‘watch this’ before engaging a three way French kiss with his strippers. This lasts for 3 or 4 seconds before Kane lets go of the girls and pushes them aside, beginning to strut down the ramp as he slicks back his hair. He stops at ringside, looking around the arena with a smirk on his face which quickly turns to disgusted scowl as fans let Kane know exactly what they think of him.

As the music continues to play, Kane waves a dismissive hand and makes his way around to the left side of the ring, walks up the steel steps then climbs the turnbuckle. With one foot on the top turnbuckle and one on the second rope, Kane holds his arms out to his side again and tenses his muscles, inciting an extremely loud negative reaction from the audience in attendance once more. With a smug look on his face, Kane now hops off the turnbuckle and into the ring.

Walking across the ring the Canadian Sensation jumps on the second rope, posing again as jeers from the die-hard APW faithful are mixed among high pitched cheers from the females in attendance, most notably Kane’s girls. As the music slowly fades, Kane hops off the turnbuckle and walks to his corner, preparing for the match ahead.

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: And his opponent, weighing in at 243 pounds, from New Orleans, Louisiana, “The Bad Boy” Shane Borderland!

Nailz: We've seen a new fire, a new intensity out of Borderland since he returned from injury. Other than coming up just short against Michael Callahan two weeks ago on this broadcast, he's been pretty much unstoppable!

Beckett: And let's not forget who put Borderland out of action, none other than Jason Kash! I've got a feeling that they'll be meeting sooner rather than later!

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

”The Canadian Sensation” Christian Kane vs. “The Bad Boy” Shane Borderland

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The action starts fast and furiously, as Kane rushes right in go for a Running Forearm on Borderland, but the “Bad Boy” sidesteps it, and grabs Kane from behind, and connects with a quick Neckbreaker! He's quick to stomp Kane a couple of times before pulling him up and shooting him towards the ropes, catching him for a Powerslam! He goes for an early cover, 1
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Beckett: How embarrassing would it have been for Kane to lose his Asylum debut in less than a minute? He got overzealous to start off with, and it's already costing him!

Nailz: I would say that he should use those strippers at ringside to distract Borderland, but with as intense and focused as Shane has been since coming back, I don't think it would work!

Beckett: So are you suggesting that Shane Borderland is celibate? Because that's the only way I would think that hot women like that wouldn't be a distraction for him!

Borderland keeps the pressure up, giving Kane some hard punches to the side of the head as he hooks in a Headlock and pulls Kane up to his feet. Shane rides the Side Headlock a bit, wrenching the head of Kane before Kane shoves him off into the ropes, catching him on the rebound for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! As Borderland begins to make his way up, Kane quickly runs past him towards the ropes, and jumps off, nailing him with a Springboard Roundhouse Kick, the #STUDLIFE! With Borderland down, Kane goes for a cover, but doesn't even get a one count! Kane is quick to rolls Shane onto his belly, and applies a Chinlock, trying to keep the Bad Boy down on the mat!

Nailz: Kane is trying to dictate the pace of this match. Normally, you'd expect a smaller competitor like him to keep the tempo high, but with the kind of momentum that Borderland come out with, it's smart for him to try and slow down this match and recollect his bearings.

The match continues on, with Kane slowing down Borderland with several rest holds. Anytime Borderland does hit, it's with a high impact maneuver, but he doesn't have much success at sustaining offense, as Christian Kane keeps finding a way to get him grounded to the mat, grinding him down with various chinlocks and headlocks and the like. The Canadian fans cheer everything that Kane does, while booing Borderland at the top of their lungs. Eventually, Borderland fights his way back up to a vertical base, but Kane stops him in his tracks with a hard boot to the midsection. With Borderland hunched over, Christian Kane nails him with The Shocker, his version of a Scissors Kick! He goes for the cover, the fans counting along with the ref, 1
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Borderland kicks out!

Beckett: Kane almost had him there!

Kane has a look of frustration on his face, and heads to the corner, stomping his foot, signaling for the SSK, the Super “Sexy” Kick. As Borderland gets to his feet, Kane goes in for the kill, but Borderland ducks the attempted SSK, and as Kane stumbles and turns around, he gets pulled in for the Lights Out! Shane hooks the leg, 1
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Winner: Shane Borderland[/center]

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

Nailz: How's that for a statement win by Borderland here tonight heading into RassleMania? He showed that he can weather a storm, and hit with that Lights Out to end the match in a second!

Beckett: Christian Kane had a sound game plan for most of the match, but missing the SSK, only to eat a Lights Out did him in! Still, I look forward to seeing what this guy can do in the future!

“Wanted Man” blares over the speakers as Borderland gets his arm raised in victory. He has a cold, steely look on his face, and once he exits the ring, the strippers enter to tend to Christian Kane. Borderland heads up the ramp, not even turning back once. Kane gets consoled by his lady friends in the ring.

The scene cuts backstage where we see the name plate of “President Jeff” On a door. The camera zooms back and there are 3 police officers standing in front of the door. Asylum Interviewer, Jack Spade shows up.

Jack: Excuse me Gentlemen, I’d like to get a word with President Jeff regarding on what happened two weeks ago on Asylum.

Officer #1: We have strict orders from President Jeff that he not be bothered.

Jack: I’m sure if you would just tell him its me and what this is regarding, he’ll make an exception.

Officer #2: Who are you?

Jack: I’m Jack Spade. The backstage Interviewer for Asylum.

Officer #2: No one is to see Jeff at this time.

Jack: It will just take a couple of Minutes.

Officer #3: Sir, if you don’t step away, we will be forced take action.

Jack: No need for that now.

Just then, The door opens and out steps President Jeff. Cheer’s are heard from the crowd at ringside.

Jeff: What’s all the commotion out here?

Officer #1: This man claims he’s an interviewer and wants in interview with you.

Jack: President Jeff, a few moments of your time sir?

Jeff: Its cool guys

The Officers look at Jack and they all step aside. Jack goes up to Jeff

Jack: President Jeff, I was going to ask you about what happened at Asylum two weeks ago, but now with the police here, I have to ask, what’s the deal here?

Jeff: All you need to know Jack, is that I’m here tonight to conduct business with Stefan Raab. Why I have the police here, well, we’ll see how the business goes.

Jack: Wha….

Jeff: Sorry Jack, I must be getting back to business.

Jeff walks back into his office and closes the door. The Police officers all step back in front of the door as the scene guts away.

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Backstage, a rather cheerful Michael Callahan hums scat jazz to himself as he walks through the backstage corridor in his suit and tie. He swings his car keys around the index finger until he grinds to a halt when he sees old friend and APW tech worker Jade Kemp turn the corner. Once a close friend and the anchor in his social circle, the two began to drift apart in the run up to Christmas Chaos and Callahan slowly got phased out of the circle of the production crew members clique of APW Asylum. It bothered Callahan, but not enough to kick up a fight about it.

Michael Callahan: Shoopie-doopie-doop. Oh... Hi!

Jade smiles weakly at Michael, wringing her hands nervously and looking down at the floor like a scolded child.

Jade Kemp: Hi Mike. Uhh... have you got a minute?

Reassuringly, Callahan puts a smile on her face and his own by putting a hand on her chin and pulling her face up to make eye contact.

Michael Callahan: Sure... What's up?

Her eyes sink to the floor again and she starts to twist on the ball of her right foot, nervously.

Jade Kemp: I just... I wanted to say I'm sorry. For everything.

Michael Callahan: What do you mean?

Callahan knows exactly what she means but it's much too valuable an opportunity to waste. He simply allows her to explain

Jade Kemp: For kicking you out from the group. Me, Sarah Rushton, Jack Vigil, all those guys. We kinda' stopped inviting you to do stuff and speaking and cut you out... and I'm really sorry we did that.

Michael Callahan: Well... hey, I've not exactly been the most fun person to be around lately Jade. I mean, friends should stick together through thick and thin but in the dangerous world of Action Packed Wrestling, I could understand why you'd avoid me when I'm not all in the right mind.

Michael's disarming sincerity sprawls the raven-haired crew member on a pin, unable to comfortably allow Michael to accept fault for his phasing out.

Jade Kemp: … You might be able to understand, but that doesn't mean we did the right thing. I'm sorry most of all, but the other guys are sorry too because it was all our idea. We wanted to make it up to you. We're all going out bowling tonight for Manuel Rafters' birthday after the show, and we want you to come with. If you're not too beat up from your match with Anthony Bailey and Keaton Saint, it'd be cool if you tagged along.

Michael's grin is indicative, he's got her where he wants her and he knows it. Yet half of her explanation falls upon deaf ears, Callahan's mind cast away into a world elsewhere. A vision of Jade in black PVC underwear, impaled on the spikes of a monolithic pillar through her mouth, chest and stomach fill out the view of his mind's eye. All he can see is the white of her rolling back slowly as the incomparable agony takes away her will to live. Red hot flames lick at her flesh. Callahan shudders visibly.

Michael Callahan: We'll see how much energy I've got left, but Hell, I can always make some time to go bowling with the guys. I'll give you a lift there.

Jade Kemp: That'd be great... thanks Michael. It's good to have you back.

Jade hugs Michael who stands there awkwardly, doing his best to not feel awkward about the situation. The hug lasts a weirdly long time, then Jade breaks it up and takes a step back.

Jade Kemp: Good luck in your match!

She smiles, then turns and walks away leaving Michael somewhat confused. With his social circle reinstated and a batch of friends to call his own, Michael needs to tread carefully to avoid losing them again but for now, maybe his visions will ease up with the return of his social group.

The Calgary, Alberta crowd reacts with a mixed reaction as Aubrey J. Parker is seen arriving to the arena, apparently in a rush. She is already dressed in her wrestling gear beneath a jacket and is matching pace with her friend that many viewers recognize from APW programming, Cassandra McPherson.

Cassandra: It just doesn't make sense, you know. I get that you don't want to play the victim, but you... you went after them. Like- maliciously!

AJP: I get it, Cass.

Cassandra: I don't understand what you expect to happen once you walk into this arena. They're going to be looking for you...

They approach the doors that lead into the arena from the parking lot. Aubrey impatiently holds the door open for Cassandra who sighs and steps inside.

Cassandra: Jair Hopkins said that he was going to-

AJP: Ha. Excuse me. Jair Hopkins, the guy that said he was going to lay me out in some dumpster in the back alley in some projects that he grew up in? I'm expecting that, Cass. I'm expecting it.

Aubrey reaches into her bag and retrieves her car keys. She hands them to Cassandra.

AJP: Go back to the hotel. You obviously don't feel safe here.

Cassandra: But-

AJP: Go. Logan will drive me back... or... maybe I'll do what a double champ should be doing and I'll take a limo, ha.

Cassandra looks at her uneasily but she nods and takes the keys. Her eyes raise up to meet someone behind Aubrey, and Aubrey turns, smiling up at her Tag Team Champion, Logan Alexander, who the audience is simply delighted to see.

AJP: Sorry for running behind. Had to take care of some things.

LA: It's no problem.

Logan gives Aubrey a small nod and then looks over at Cassandra with a friendly smile.

LA: Hello, Cassandra.

Cassandra smiles and gives a gentle wave.

Cassandra: Hey, Logan. Good luck tonight.

Logan gives a nod of thanks and Aubrey turns to look up at him again.

AJP: Whatever happens tonight, with Jair or Anthony... just... be on the lookout, okay?

She laughs apologetically after saying it.

AJP: I know you're sick of hearing it but- I'm sorry.

Logan smiles back.

LA: Seems like everyone else wants you to show remorse, yet I'm the one you apologize to. It's a little ironic... or at least it's amusing... But don't worry... if anyone decides to make a move tonight, they won't get to gloat about it for long.

He pauses and considers the statement.

LA: Or at all.

The Tag Team Champions give each other a nod. Aubrey turns to Cassandra, who doesn't have to utter a word as a goodbye. She smiles at her friend and backs out of the arena, back into the parking lot. M&M turn and make their way down the hallway, toward the ringside area.

Nailz: Aubrey J. Parker & Logan Alexander take on Jason Kash & Kaylyn James Evans after the break!

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We head backstage where Jason Kash is warming up for his tag match with KJE. Doing some small stretches, he notices a noise coming from the other part of his locker room. He walks over to check it out but sees nothing. Giggles can be heard from where he was stretching initially. A familiar voice catching his attention but again, he sees nothing. Weirded out, he opens the door to his locker room but doesn't see anybody near.

Jaaaaassssooonnnnn.......HEHEHEHE HAHAHAHA

He turns around, breath starting to increase and stands ready for a brawl but finds nothing once again.

HEHEHE HAHAHA......Kaaaaaasssshhh....

Kash slams the door shut and grabs a nearby steel chair in anticipation. He slams it on the ground showing that he is ready for a fight. He hears a noise again and throws the chair but again....nothing. He turns around and sees a brand new, ice cold can of Donkey Punch sitting on his table with a note taped to it.

“THANKS OLD FRIEND”

-Reaver

Kash stands there; confused. He hears giggles again. Kaylyn walks in to see a freaked out Jason Kash as the scene cuts to the ringside area.

Nailz: Well that was bizarre. In any event, Jason Kash needs to focus, because he'll be facing the APW Tag Team Champions in a mere matter of moments!

Adam Stenfelder: The following bout... is a TAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for one fall!

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

From the back comes Jason Kash, Kaylyn James Evans, and Christian Kane as "Out Of My Mind" plays and the fans fill the arena with Boos and a few cheers from their loyalists. Kash grabs his head with both hands and shakes it like he's losing control but then leaps up off his feet and comes down landing on one knee. He slaps the top of the entrance ramp as the music goes into it's flow. Kash spins around and begins to get pumped. Slapping his chest, he proceeds down the ramp with Kaylyn and Christian joining him on either side. He grins, sneering at the fans around him and the three get to ring side.

Stenfelder: Introducing first, at a combined weight of three hundred and forty-nine pounds, accompanied to the ring by Christian Kane, the team of Kaylyn James Evans and Jason KAAASSSSHHHH!

Kash leaps up and lands on one knee onto the ring apron while KJE steps onto the apron on the adjacent side, teasing the audience as she slowly steps over the middle rope. Christian Kane stands on yet another side, holding his arms up to soak up the "admiration" of the jeering audience.

Nailz: This is a motley crew right here, Steve. Christian Kane was unsuccessful in his match with Shane Borderland tonight, but he's a whole new factor out here with Kash and Kaylyn. This one should be an epic.

Pulling himself to both feet, Kash bounces through the middle ropes and enters the ring. No taunting, no celebration for the fans as he backs into a corner and wait for his opponents.

Stenfelder: And their opponents...

The lights fade in the arena. The opening chords of "Dare" begin to play, to a loud mixed reaction from the audience. A pair of fireballs fly down to the stage, one on either side. Once they get there and go off, two lines of pyrotechnics go off from either end of the stage, criss-crossing in the middle and highlighting two figures standing in the darkness. Lights focus down on the pair as the pyrotechnics subside, revealing Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker in their usual wrestling attire, standing back to back, Aubrey facing the ring and Logan facing the entryway. They carry their championship belts in their hands.

Stenfelder: At a combined weight of three hundred and fifty-two pounds, the team of the Suicidal Champion, Aubrey J. Parker and Logan Alexander, they are the APW Tag Team Champions... M&M!

The two make their way to the ring with a bit less fanfare than usual. Parker looks at the indecisive fans out of the corners of her eyes with a vacant expression before she hops up onto the apron. Logan is one second behind her, hopping up, showing the audience a bit more love, climbing the turnbuckles to hold his Tag Team Title high above his head.

Nailz: These fans are a bit reserved in their reaction toward Aubrey J. Parker after what she did to the fan-favorites, the Dying Breed two weeks ago. William D. Williams is still feeling the effects!

Beckett: She's tired of being the victim, Russ. She said it herself. And now, NO ONE can say she is!

Nailz: Now she's the pompous, arrogant, jealous psycho. Tons better.

Parker makes her way to the turnbuckles, hopping onto them to stare into the lively audience, still holding her championship belts at her side, but not showing the fans much reaction beyond a small smile. Logan makes his way around to the various sides of the ring, calling out to the crowd. They both make their way over to their corner, Logan removing his glasses and jacket as Parker finishes her preparation for the match. Logan nods to her as he climbs out onto the apron and hands off his jacket to a ringside technician, while Parker prepares to start off the match.

Tag Team Match (Non-Title)
M&M (Logan Alexander & Aubrey J. Parker) © vs Kaylyn James Evans & Jason Kash w/ Christian Kane

The bell rings and the audience cheers as the two ladies are the first competitors in the ring, both standing in their respective corners. Soon their reaction grows thunderous and finally, AJP makes her way toward the center of the ring with KJE following suit a moment later.

Nailz: These two have wanted to get their hands on each other for nearly two months now. Kaylyn broke Aubrey’s wrist... Aubrey nearly destroyed her calf in retaliation, costing her a month of action. Now they meet again--

Beckett: And the fists are flying!

Kaylyn is the first to rush in with a scream, hitting Aubrey with a back elbow and then turning to hit an illegal closed left hand, then a right hand to the face. Aubrey hits the ground and Kaylyn mounts her, grabbing two handfuls of hair-- but with a shriek, Aubrey gouges her eyes unbeknownst to the ref! Kaylyn screams in pain and Aubrey hits a forearm to the face, shoving Kaylyn off. Kaylyn scrambles to her feet, but Aubrey is able to run at her with a stiff knee to the face! Kaylyn falls to a seated position, dazed in the corner. Aubrey gathers her bearings in the middle of the ring for a moment and then runs at the corner for a running mushroom stomp-- but Kaylyn rolls out of the ring just in the knick of time, prompting boos from the audience. She taps her temple, giving Aubrey a wink, and begins to walk around on the outside, making full use of the referee’s ten count... but by the count of two, Logan hops down from the apron-- and Kaylyn’s eyes grow wide. She immediately slides back into the ring!

Nailz: Good ring awareness by Kaylyn, but it didn’t pay off for very long. Hah, this is why you shouldn’t go out of your way to make enemies in this business!

Beckett: Look at AJP!

Aubrey catches Kaylyn with a Shining Axe Kick as soon as she returns to the ring! Kaylyn holds the back of her neck in pain and Aubrey performs an Oklahoma Roll for the pin.

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Beckett: Kickout, just in time! You can’t keep “The Perfect Ten” down! Welcome to Asylum, Kaylyn!

The crowd has started a “We want Logan!” chant as Kaylyn fights Aubrey back up to her feet. Aubrey has her in a front facelock and is trying to wrench her for a Neckbreaker, but Kaylyn counters with an inverted Snapmare, bringing Aubrey face-first over her shoulder and to the mat! Aubrey gets to her feet first, but Kaylyn hits a Spear out of nowhere, to the crowd’s chagrin! Jason grins and applauds from the apron. Kaylyn lifts Aubrey up by the hair and whispers something into her ear before pulling her close and planting her with a Spinning Spinebuster! Aubrey clutches the back of her head and KJE crawls to her corner, grinning at Aubrey every inch of the way, and then tags in Jason Kash. Kash licks his lips as he steps in, measuring Parker.

Nailz: Jason Kash and Aubrey J. Parker have been at war on Twitter for days. Aubrey J. Parker touched a nerve, referring to Kash as “unintelligent” and “insatiable”, while Kash fired back, bringing up-- what I think to be very valid points-- about Parker not being forced to defend either of her championships at Survive and Conquer, or this week on Asylum.

Beckett: Hey, she laid down the challenge right here on Asylum and nobody answered. They skirted around it! Stefan Raab, Kaylyn, Kash, Christian Kane... And nobody stepped up, Russ. Haha, but Kash is about to step on her face! Look out!

Kash literally goes to stomp Parker’s head, but she moves at the last second. She uses the ropes to get up, but Kash rips her to her feet and goes for the T-Bone Suplex, but AJP counters with an Inside Cradle! The referee is in perfect position to make the count!

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THRE- Kickout!

Nailz: Kash almost lost it right there!

Kash is quick to hop to his feet in shock. He grabs at AJP as she charges past him to shoot the ropes. She rebounds and hits Kash with a Headscissors’ Takedown! Kash, disoriented, climbs to his feet again and AJP tries to run past him toward her corner, but Kash catches her around her waist. She tries to tug free of his grasp but he lifts her up onto his shoulder and charges her across the ring into his corner, tagging KJE back in! Kash holds Parker in a waist lock and turns around so she’s facing the corner while KJE climbs to the top... then hops off, hitting Parker with a diving double knee drop to the chest! Parker’s driven down to the mat and KJE grins at the crowd.

Nailz: Parker is being kept away from her corner and her opponents are doing a great job at isolating her!

Beckett: This crowd wants Logan Alexander in this match, but Parker’s just being overpowered right now.

KJE keeps Parker grounded with a chin lock with the occasional clubbing blow to the side of the face or head. Parker gasps for air, reaching for the ground, but Kaylyn uses both of her hands to slam Parker face-first into the canvas. She grins and poses for the crowd, unphased by their negative reaction, still mounting Parker’s back. She then grabs her by the back of her head, rubbing her face into the canvas! The crowd boos and Parker throws elbows back, eventually knocking KJE off of her. AJP uses the ropes to get to her feet, and Kaylyn is quick to drive her knee into her lower back and lift Parker up as if for a Powerslam, only to drop her across her knee for a Backbreaker! Parker groans in pain and Kaylyn goes out to the top turnbuckle.

Nailz: Kaylyn James Evans is going high risk! It could be big, or it could cost her the match!

Beckett: There she goes!

KJE leaps off for a beautiful Shooting Star Press!

Beckett: Noooo!

AJP rolls out of the way just in time and KJE slams viciously into the mat! The crowd roars and KJE writhes in agony on the canvas. Parker looks like she’s barely able to move, but starts slowly, but surely crawling to her corner. Kaylyn, holding her ribs gets up to her knees and looks to e on the verge of tears as she makes her way back to her corner... Aubrey reaches for Logan’s outstretched fingers and the crowd gets behind her, a “Logan!” chant ensuing! Logan hops up and down on the apron in anticipation--

Jason Kash runs across the ring and knocks Logan from the apron with a Mark of Jason! Logan is thrown to the ground and the crowd boos Jason viciously. He grins and takes a bow before heading back to his corner. Kaylyn grins and motions for Parker to get up. Aubrey gets to her feet and turns around into a kick to the ribs from KJE, followed by a Powerbomb! Aubrey goes still in the middle of the ring and Christian Kane applauds from the outside. He waits for the referee to give his full attention to KJE and AJP... and then runs at Logan, who is climbing back up to his hands and knees, and punts him in the ribs! He quickly walks to the other side of the ring and the crowd roars in disapproval. Back in the ring, KJE hits an Asai Moonsault on AJP and makes the cover!

Nailz: Cheap antics by Jason and then by Christian Kane there... but it might cost the Tag Team Champions.

Beckett: And in the end, that’s all that matters, right?! Kaylyn’s gonna pin Aubrey! One!

Nailz: Two!

KICKOUT!

The crowd screams in approval and KJE screams in frustration! She lifts Parker up by her hair, ignoring the ref’s scolding and takes her down with a Clothesline before making her way back over to her corner and tagging in Jason Kash. Kash is quick to run into the ring and hit Parker with an elbow to the lower back! He lifts her up and waits for her to climb to her knees before hitting a Drive-By Big Boot! Parker goes down and Jason hooks the far leg!

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TH-- Kickout!

Nailz: AJP has taken all the damage, but her heart is keeping her in this match... Gotta question her brains though.

Beckett: M&M are the Tag Team Champions. You think they can afford to quit?

Jason Kash lifts Parker up, perhaps for a Cobra Clutch Slam, but Parker takes him to the mat with a Snapmare! She’s groggy, but when he gets up, she blasts him with a Super Kick! Kash goes stiff and falls backwards to the mat. KJE enters the ring, but the referee cuts her off! Christian Kane slides into the ring from behind, grabbing Parker by the hair-- but he’s taken to the ground with a Super Kick from Logan Alexander who has returned to the ring just in time! Kane falls out of the ring and Logan slides under the ropes, back to his corner. Parker pushes herself up as Jason gets up. He swings at her, but she grabs his arm and places her boot in his chin, falling back for the inverted face stomp-- the Defamer! Kash goes limp once again and both of them lie in the middle of the ring for a few seconds. KJE awaits the tag on her apron, screaming for Jason to get up. Parker gets to her hands and knees, and then climbs to her feet to dive to her corner and tag in Logan Alexander to the crowd’s delight!

Nailz: Finally! Logan Alexander is in, and he looks like he’s ready for a fight!

Kash climbs to his feet and Logan takes him down with a Clothesline once, twice... Kash then goes for the Mark of Jason once more, but Logan ducks beneath his arm and captures him for a Back Suplex! Kash clutches the back of his neck and gets to his feet, falling victim to a German Suplex this time! Kash cries out in pain and climbs to his feet-- into a Samoan Drop! Once more, Kash gets up, and Logan kicks him in the midsection, followed by an Implant DDT-- the Chaotic Shockwave! The crowd goes into a frenzy and Logan slowly rises to his feet, stalking Kash. KJE screams for Kash to “look out!” from the apron. Kash’s eyes are glazed as staggers to his feet nearly twenty seconds later and and Logan nails a vicious Reverse Bulldog! Kash is folded up from the move and Logan covers him!

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Beckett: KJE breaks it up!

Nailz: Ah... Quite the team player, she is.

Logan glares at Kaylyn and goes to grab her, but she ducks out of harm’s way to the outside again. The referee scolds her-- and Jason Kash nails Logan with a Low Blow from behind. Logan groans in pain and Kash climbs to his feet, hitting Logan with the Cobra Clutch Lift Slam! Logan’s laid out from the maneuver and Jason crawls over him for the cover, but once he gains the referee’s attention after upwards of ten seconds, he only earns the count of one! Jason pounds a fist into the mat in frustration and lifts Logan up in a Fisherman’s Suplex position, looking out into the audience, many of which roar for what they know is coming! Kash goes for the Snap Spinning Fisherman’s Buster, but Logan plants his feet after the rotation and nails Kash with a Swinging Neckbreaker! Kash’s eyes widen and he climbs up to his feet. He turns around and Logan kicks him in the midsection, then hoists him up onto his shoulders!

Nailz: Logan’s going for the Chaotic Finale!

Kash slips down behind Logan and catches him in the reverse Muay-Thai Clinch! He throws four hard knees into the back of Logan’s skull, causing Logan to go groggy. He follows up with a Falling Neckbreaker and goes for the cover, but Logan rolls onto his stomach to avoid it. Kash hits him with fists and forearms to the back of the neck. He tries to lift Logan up in a double underhook, but Logan fights it. Kash hits him with another knee to the jaw, causing Logan to hit the ground. He then notices KJE begging for the tag in the corner. Kash looks between her and Logan... And then makes his way to Kaylyn James Evans, slapping her hand. KJE smiles and enters the ring. She waits for Logan to get up, and then runs, hitting him with a Dropkick that knocks him out to the apron! She goes after him, but the referee holds her back... Allowing Christian Kane to run by and hit Logan with a stiff punch to the temple. Logan clutches his head in pain-- and AJP glares at Kane from the apron, hopping down from her corner, but he grins and raises his hands feigning innocence while KJE drags Logan back into the ring and heads out to the top turnbuckle to hit a Sky High Leg Drop! Logan clutches his throat and KJE goes for the cover.

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Beckett: I thought she had him-- and rightfully so, Kaylyn James Evans is frustrated that she didn’t score the three!

Nailz: She needs to spend less time venting her grievances to the referee and more time covering one of the Tag Team Champions.

Kaylyn angrily stomps at Logan until he grabs the ropes, forcing the referee to guide her back. Logan climbs up in the ropes and Kaylyn angrily charges at him, but Logan counters with a Flapjack into the ropes! Kaylyn falls to the mat, holding her neck. She turns around into a Death Valley Driver-- the Chaotic Finale! Logan takes a moment to regain his composure and lies across her for the cover-- but Jason Kash has pulled her foot onto the bottom rope from the outside! The referee only gets to the count of one before noticing it. Logan climbs off of Kaylyn, looking at him in confusion. He then lifts her off of the mat in a front facelock and slams her down with an STO! He makes his way to Kaylyn’s feet and begins to lock her in the half-turned Sharpshooter known as the Perfect Chaos Theory!

Nailz: He’s going for that Perfect Chaos Theory! Kaylyn’s gonna tap out!

Before Logan can quite get it locked in, Christian Kane hops onto the apron yet again! The crowd boos loudly and while the referee goes to admonish him, Jason Kash slips into the ring! As if expecting it, Logan drops Kaylyn’s legs and pivots! Jason catches him with a forearm to the jaw, but Logan fires back with an eye rake-- just as Jason had done to him earlier! Jason grabs his eyes and cries out, and Logan plants him with his Cutter, Stryke Force!

Nailz: STRYKE FORCE!

Logan lifts Jason up, grabs him by his trunks, launching him shoulder-first into Christian Kane! Jason sails through the ropes to the floor and Kane crashes into the barricade!

Beckett: Hey! Logan raked the eyes! That’s not fair!

Nailz: Turnabout is fair play, my friend. LOOK AT KAYLYN!

Kaylyn James Evans tries to capture the much larger Logan in a Full Nelson from behind, going for her KY Bomb. Logan tries to fight out of it, fighting back toward his corner-- where AJP makes the blind tag! Logan finally manages to break free of the KY Bomb, but Kaylyn takes him down with a thunderous Tornado DDT! Logan rolls out of the ring, holding his head. KJE starts to follow him, but the crowd roars as they see that AJP has ascended to the top turnbuckle. She leaps from the top for what appears to be a Cross Body-- but KJE tries to capture her and counter it... Only for Parker to swing around and drive KJE skull-first to the mat with the Reverse STO, an inverted Makeunder!

Nailz: WOW!

Parker hooks the near leg and grapevines the far one as the crowd counts along for the count.

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Jason Kash slides into the ring, but is just a second too late! He watches in frustration as Parker rolls out of the ring.

Stenfelder: Here are your winners, the APW Tag Team Champions, Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker... M&M!

Nailz: What a battle! What a match! Jason Kash and Kaylyn James Evans gave the Tag Team Champions a huge run for their money!

Beckett: They cheated! M&M cheated!

Nailz: That’s up for debate...

The crowd roars as M&M hold their titles into the air, Logan with his Tag Team Title, and Aubrey with hers as well as the (bedazzled) Suicidal Championship. Christian Kane glares at them, seated by the steel steps as they back away up the ramp. Logan grins up at the frustrated Kash as he checks on Kaylyn, who seems to have difficulty figuring out where she is.

Nailz: A hell of a debut for Logan Alexander tonight. He took one for the team at the end to ensure victory-- but no one left at ringside looks happy about it.

[biggs]

The camera opens backstage where Shane West is standing with a microphone in his hand. To his right is Slade "The Main Man" Craven. Tonight Slade wears a navy blue wife beater with green jeans and a leather jacket. Craven has his green and blue hair pulled back into a pony tail. His beard is black with a white streak down the middle. Because Slade is now visible to the fans, the crowd is jeering angrily.

Shane: Good Evening Asylum! I'm standing here with Slade Craven before his big match tonight with Jair Hopkins. Slade how do you feel about tonights match?

Slade: Well considering the fact that Jair Hopkins has no freaking clue who he's facing tonight, I feel pretty good.

Shane: What do you mean, no clue who he's facing?

Slade: Correct me if I'm wrong Shane, but didn't that little tree dweller say something about debuting against me on Meltdown? I've only had one match on Meltdown, and it wasn't against Hopkins. Thats New York public schools for you. But do me a favor and shut the hell up Shane, I'm not here to talk about Jair Hopkins, I'm here to talk about someone-SCREW that, someTHING that doesn't deserve to be breathing right now.

Shane: You mean...

Slade snatches the microphone from Shane West and shoves him off camera. There is a slight crash stage right.

Slade: Apparently somebody doesn't know how to listen. Shane do us a favor, get the hell back on Meltdown you freaking mutant. Anyway, Shadow, you backstabbing bastard. You're in cahoots with Biggs? Man, I am so going to beat your ass at Rasslemania.

"The Main Man" lowers his head and pushes the sunglasses up the bridge of his nose.

Slade: Shadow, I'm going to make this short and sweet. I've been giving this a lot of thought. Since you wanted to up the stakes last week, bringing Biggs in on this, I figured okay! I see how it is. You want to get creative? Sh-BEEP- Shadow, Slade Craven is the epitome of creativity. I guess a straight singles match at Rasslemania isn't going to cut it between us, so let's kick it up a notch.

Craven cracks a smile.

Slade: Shadow! You claim to be the man who ends peoples careers. You like to be the big dog, ramble on about people you've taken out of APW. Well I'm not putting my career on the line at Rasslemania, Shadow, because NOBODY can get rid of "The Main Man." Instead Shadow my boy, I'm issuing a stipulation for Rasslemania: BURIED ALIVE MATCH!

The crowd goes nuts! There is a quick snap of feedback as Slade drops the microphone and stands there smiling at the camera.

Nailz: Slade Craven versus Shadow in a Buried Alive match at Rasslemania?

Beckett: Does it get any bigger than that?

The camera remains focused on Slade as it slowly fades to black. Asylum cuts back out to the ringside area.

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

The chorus and intro to “The World Is Yours” by Nas blares through the speakers of the complex as the thunderous cheers are for the arrival of “The Dying Breed.“ The two young, aspiring talents (Anthony “The Promise” Bailey & Jair “J-Hop” Hopkins), both clad in matching black and white hoodies that say “The Dying Breed” across the chest, come from the back with the spotlight focused on them as they walk with style and grace while slapping the hands of their adored fans. Those of the haters are ignored as they make their way towards the ring. As the introduction ceases, the former Tag Team Champions climb and roll into the ring as it’s a simple wave to the crowd before going to each corner of the ring, standing on the second turnbuckle with their arms in the air. They look around before dropping down simultaneously. Bailey and Hopkins come back together in the center of the ring ready to take care of business. An APW official hands Bailey and Hopkins each a microphone and after waiting for the cheers to die down a little, Bailey begins to speak.

Anthony Bailey: Good evening Calgary, how are you doing?!

The cheers of the crowd inflate as Bailey smiles at the warm welcome they are receiving.

Anthony Bailey: Our good friend William D. Williams sends his greetings as he is unable to be here with us tonight.

Jair Hopkins: And he's only not here because of the pride of one individual. Two weeks ago in Vancouver, The Dying Breed was brutally attacked. That’s the reason why The Smooth One couldn’t be here tonight. Since day one it seems as if The Dying Breed has gained a whole lot of haters and nobody wants to see us succeed.

Anthony Bailey: I echo the sentiments of J-Hop. Nobody wants to see us succeed. Not The Food Network, not Jason Kash, and especially not Ms. Aubrey J. Parker.

The crowd erupts into a mixed reaction, some cheering for Aubrey with others booing for her actions two weeks ago.

Anthony Bailey: What you did to us in Vancouver was uncalled for and I had to prevent J-Hop from hunting you down because he wanted to bash your brains in. So here tonight in Calgary and with William D. Williams watching the show from home, The Dying Breed will give you the opportunity to vindicate yourself with a solid explanation of what occurred.

Jair Hopkins: So without further ado, please make your way to the ring Aubrey. The world is waiting for what you have to say…

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. The Dying Breed awaits Aubrey’s arrival in anticipation but Aubrey has yet to step onto the ramp. Bailey lowers the microphone away from his lips as he leans over to Hopkins and whispers something in his ear.

Nailz: What in the?! What’s going on here??

Both Christian Kane and Kaylyn James Evans suddenly emerge from the audience and slide into the ring under the bottom rope. Wasting no time, they charge full speed towards The Dying Breed and attack them from behind as Aubrey’s theme music cuts off and the fans start booing loudly.

Beckett: I didn’t think Aubrey could top her attack on these clowns from two weeks ago but if she orchestrated tonight's attack on them as well, she’s entitled to some kind of reward. Send these fools home with The Smooth One!!

Kane nails Hopkins with the SSK while KJE performs her finisher, the Crusher, on Bailey. They continue to stomp the former Tag Team Champions as a group of APW officials rush down the ramp to restore some order. But before Kane and KJE are able to make the officials feel responsible for doing their job, they quickly exit the ring and through the audience, where they first came from. They are pelted with sodas and food items as the fans express their disgust towards them for what they just did.

[biggs]

Nailz: Ladies and gentlemen, this past Thursday, the second inductee was announced for the APW Hall of Fame Class 2013. We think that long time Asylum fans are going to be pleased with who it is!

A video starts to play.



Nailz: We're proud to announce that the first ever APW World Heavyweight Champion James Chambers is joining the APW Hall of Fame!

Beckett: His time in the Asylum may have been more brief than many of us would have liked, but boy did he make an impact! Congratulations to Big Jimmy!

Nailz: Do you think there's any chance of Craig T. Nelson showing up for his induction speech?

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

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

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

Craven 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.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, a member of The Dying Breed. From the Boogey Down BRONX, NY!! JAAAIRRR HOPPPKIIIINNNNSSS!!!

The lights grow dim…

“Ohhhh, … the fire, the fire…”

“Ohhhh, … the fire, the fire…”

Jair comes from out of the back as he begins pounding his chest, hyping himself up with the crowd. The entrance ramp resembles that of a fire as the tron and the background visually shows flames. Hopkins bows his head as he bounces his head to the beat. He begins his process of walking down the ramp as the fans look for their favorite to greet them with hand slaps. Jair does so equally on both sides before reaching to the end of the ramp.

“One love, one game, one desire
One flame, one bonfire, let it burn higher
I never show signs of fatigue or turn tired
cause I'm the definition of tragedy turned triumph …”

Staring at the ring, he bounces up and down, getting ‘loose’ before gaining a running start and sliding into the ring. He gets to both feet with quickness as he raises both arms up, pointing up high with the hand symbol of his crew, “The Dying Breed” as he climbs the nearest corner top rope. Again, he poses with the TDB hand symbol as the fans cheer for him. Hopping down, he smacks his head once to get into focus as he sits patiently in the corner, ready to do battle.

Beckett: This should be a high risk, quick paced competition of pure adrenaline!

Nailz: Now yer talkin' baby, THAT I like!

Beckett: Oh great Tony Montana quote of the night...

Slade Craven Vs. Jair Hopkins

They both take a normal pace to the center of the ring but Slade Craven steps into a jog and flips forward at Hopkins, hitting him flush in the forehead with a Front Flip Heel Kick and Hopkins slaps down onto the canvas. Slade pops up and hits the close ropes, coming off the ropes Slade hits a running Moonsault and tries to hook the leg and get a quick count. As the referee drops down to make the count, Hopkins kicks out before "1" is achieved. Craven pulls Hopkins up and sends him across the ring with an Irish Whip. Jair comes off the ropes, ducks a Spinning Heel Kick and puts on the gas and hits the other ropes across the ring. As Slade Craven gets up and turns towards Hopkins, he is met with a Heel Kick of his own. Craven hits the canvas hard and rolls out of the ring quickly. The referee begins counting him out.

Nailz: Is it me or did we just see a few too many Heel Kicks? You couldn't write this kind of repetitiveness...

Beckett: I don't find it repetitive, these men are using speeds that most people just can't pretend to know. If a heel is what the choice of weapon becomes then who are you as someone sitting at a booth, TALKING about this business to judge that? You've been listening to Simon Says too much..

Nailz: Great guy!

As he stands outside the ring, leaned up against the apron. Hopkins steps back and rockets himself off the ropes and makes it across the ring, instantly dropping onto the canvas and sliding at Craven with a vicious Baseball Slide that catches Slade right in the jaw as he lifts his head off the ring apron. Both men now outside the ring, Jair goes to throw Craven back into the ring when Slade secretly gouges the eye of Hopkins. The referee still inside the ring doesn't see it and Slade Craven takes control. He whips Hopkins hard into the ring barrier but doesn't let him savor the pain as Slade rips Hopkins off the barrier and whips him into the ring apron. Hopkins slumps and crumbles to the ring side floor.

Craven leaps up onto the ring apron as Jair Hopkins crawls away from it. Getting to his feet, Hopkins turns around as Slade Craven rushes along the apron and cuts through the air in a diving motion. Grabbing Hopkins head and snapping it back with a grand outside "Wrecking Ball" Blockbuster and the fans erupt with boos and cheers for the well placed move. In a rush, Slade pulls Hopkins up and launches him in the ring as the referee stops counting them out at 8. Slade slides under the bottom rope and crawls over and covers Jair Hopkins.

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Beckett: That was close, that was heart pounding for Slade Craven. He looks disappointed that he didn't get the victory there..

Nailz: That referee is useless, he counts so slow!

After a few words with the referee, Slade Craven rips Hopkins off the canvas and throws a short elbow that stumbles and wobbles Hopkins back. Craven shoves Jair and rushes to the ropes, leaping up and spring boarding off the ropes, twisting around and hits Hopkins with a stiff kick to the face. The crowd booing has Slade Craven smiling. His arms stretch out to his sides to show off to the people as they rain down boos.

Nailz: Slade Craven works a crowd! He knows how to push these people's buttons. Gotta love that..

Beckett: He's celebrating too soon, he doesn't have this match won just yet and needs to focus.

Nailz: He's focused! Look at him, he's shinning! He has a Glow about him right now, this is HIS NIGHT!!

Jair Hopkins begins pushing up onto his knees. Slade Craven steps passed him and hits the ropes again, leaping up and spring boarding off the middle rope. Hopkins pops up and rushes up behind Craven as his feet land on the middle rope. Grabbing Craven from behind and using his momentum, Hopkins hits a Release German Suplex. The crowd begins to vibrate the Arena with cheers, claps, and stomps. Both men lay on the canvas taking a breather. A chant of "LETS GO HOP KINS" begins as Jair Hopkins pushes up to his feet. He stumbles to the side and lands into the ropes. Craven moves around and rolls onto his side. He pushes on and gets to his hand and knees. Hopkins moves away from the ropes and grabs Craven to lift him to his feet but Craven drives an elbow up into the stomach.

Hopkins loosens his grapple but comes back in with a lifting knee to Craven's face. Quickly Hopkins runs Slade into the turnbuckle. Craven turns and puts his back to the turnbuckles but is drained. Hopkins leaps in short distance and puts a forearm to Slade's face. He jogs backwards across the ring and pumps a fist before he jogs in place. The fans on their feet for the coming Stinger Splash. Hopkins rushes at Craven and leaves his feet to hit the Splash but Craven pulls up both legs and sticks out double knees that meet Hopkins at the stomach and chest. Hopkins bounces off the lifted knees. He scrambles to return to his feet as Slade Craven lines up his "Click Kick" and the crowd is watching almost in silence.

Beckett: Is this it? Can Slade Craven pull it off?

As Hopkins gets to his feet and rushes back in on his opponent, Slade Craven cracks the whip and snaps a good "Click Kick" but Jair Hopkins catches it. The crowd on their feet. Hopkins spins Craven by the foot and as he spins full around, Hopkins snatches him by the back of the head and drives him down into a Knee Smash. Craven pops up and twirls around right into Jair Hopkins plan and grabs him, applying him into a Inverted DDT. Hopkins lifts up Craven and drops him with a Lifted Inverted DDT. To finish things up, Hopkins hits the ropes hitting a Spring Board Moonsault Foot Stomp. He falls down over Craven as the referee makes the count.

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Stenfelder: Your Winner via Pinfall...JAIRR HOPPKIIINNNSS!!!

Beckett: There you have it, Jair Hopkins finds a way to win this match. He's one on the rise and it looks like he will reach the stars!

"The Fire" plays over throughout the arena as Jair Hopkins gets to his feet slowly and has his armed raised by the referee. The fans pouring him with cheers and claps as he leaves the ring and slaps some hands as he celebrates his victory.

[biggs]

The night had been long and backstage was filled with people getting ready for matches, others relaxing after a match or staff members running around to keep things in order. Out from a nearby locker room comes Jason Kash. Freshly showered after the Tag Match he was in with KJE. Now he was able to leave but never left quickly, he liked sticking around and seeing what kind of fun he can find backstage. Nodding to a few people out of the screen, Kash begins walking down the hallway. No sooner does he turn the first corner does he spot him.

Shane Borderland. He was sitting back against a wall in a Steel folding chair. Since the last show Kash has had a special place in his heart for Steel Chairs. A grin breaks across his face as he cuts directly towards Borderland. A staff member is seen connecting the dots and moves quickly out of Kash's way as he bee lines up to Borderland. Kash kicks the leg of the chair and Shane's eyes open and pop at the sight of Kash. He jumps from his chair, throwing it behind him as he gets in Kash's face. Still with a smile on his face Kash takes a step back.

Borderland: What do you wan--

*SLAP*

Borderland's jaw rattles as he stumbles sideways. A massive slap by Jason Kash, who has a smile stretched big across his face. Holding his cheek, Borderland snaps his eyes back to Kash and launches himself at his former partner. Swinging wild shots at Kash and backing him into the hallway wall. Dodging his head to the side quickly, Kash misses a punch to the face and Borderland punches the wall hard. Shoving Shane back, Kash throws an uppercut that catches Borderland and stumbles him back. Suddenly security rushes into the scene and separates the two men. Both trying to fight off the securities grapple and get at each other. Then steps in Reginald Schmidt.

Reginald: Stop it, stop it! I'm so tired of all this nonsense backstage. Far too much of it involves you Kash and I personally am tired of seeing you be involved. You both want to rip each other apart, fine. You will not do it backstage and you will STOP interfering in each others matches.

Borderland: I'm gonna tear off your head!!

Kash: Lets see that, I want to see that...I'll carry you then too I'm sure.

Reginald: Will you both SHUT UP!! Rasslemania. You want to fight, kill one another? Do it there. No Rules, nothing preventing you from ending each others careers if that's what you want to do...Happy?

Kash: Thrilled..

Borderland: Can't wait...

Kash: I'm sure you'll step away after that lose, it's what you do isn't it? You think what I did to Knuckles was rough? I'm putting you down...like an old dog.

Kash breaks free of the security's grasp and steps backwards away from the small crowd where Borderland is at the center of. The scene cuts back to ringside as Kash disappears around the corner and Borderland shoves off a few security guards.

Our cameras pan to the back where, whoever is managing the camera seems to be sneaking around corners, peeking through carts and boxes to get a glimpse at some sort of conversation that's going on. Within a few seconds, we identify the three people involved: Kaylyn James Evans, Christian Kane, and to the crowd's surprise and perhaps dismay, Aubrey J. Parker.

CK: Your stupid goddamn tag partner has got on my last nerve, Aubrey. Who the hell does he think he is!? I swear to God...at Rasslemania you and that OLD MAN will be sorry!

AJP: ...well, if the goal tonight was to make Logan and I afraid or something, that's not exactly what you guys did tonight. If you haven't realized it, the Dying Breed still have their rematch clause. They're ahead of you. And quite frankly, they're doing better than you.

KJE: If you think the Dying Breed is ahead of us in the running, you're sadly mistaken. In case you forgot, we planned to make your and Logan's lives a living hell... and we will.

CK: Yeah! You watch out, Parker - wouldn't want another mishap with a car door now, would we? Heh.

Aubrey scratches her head, an exasperated look crossing her face.

AJP: Yeah. Thanks for the warning. Good luck getting that title shot with them gunning for us too... we're not your only enemies. There are other threats here on Asylum and if you guys don't start seeing that soon, you're not gonna last very long.

KJE: You want something more to show we are ready? We have no problem showing the world who really deserves a shot at M&M. You know me Aubrey, I get what I want. Sit back and enjoy the rest of the show Parker, you might learn a little something.

Aubrey narrows her gaze at Kaylyn, but doesn't say anything else. She grimaces as Christian Kane leans close to her and laughs lightly once more.

CK: See you 'round, sweetcheeks.

He winks and joins KJE as the two begin to walk away. Aubrey sighs and crosses her arms, turning away from them as they depart. Once they finally leave, a small smile crosses her face, however... and our cameras fade away.

[biggs]

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

Stenfelder: The following contest is a triple threat match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: From Tampa, FL; weighing 230lbs....ANTHONY “THE PROMISE” BAILEY!!!

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.

Stenfelder: From London, England; weighing 248lbs....KEATON SAINT!!!

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: from Kelso, Washington State, weighing in at 229lbs... he is history's only ever Pro Life Champion... MICHAEEEEEEEEEEEL... CALLAHAAAAAAAAN!

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

Triple Threat Match
Anthony “The Promise” Bailey vs. Keaton Saint vs. “The American Hero” Michael Callahan

As the bell sounds the three warriors shuffle around the ring in a circle, sizing each other up, none wanting to make the first, potentially compromising, move. With a half circle done, Callahan grabs the referee and starts lamenting that Bailey and Saint are going to work together, and the ref should do whatever he can to keep the fight fair. The ref shakes his, Bailey and Saint exchange a peculiar look. The distraction serves Callahan well as he charges across and clotheslines Bailey to the mat. He turns to Saint and throws a punch, but its blocked and Saint retorts with a left cross that knocks Callahan back onto the ropes. Saint grabs him and whips him across the ring into the ropes, and drops Callahan with a running shoulder charge. Callahan is up on his feet quickly, Saint has control again with a couple of blows to the head with his forearm, then whips Callahan across the ring. The American Hero bounces off the ropes and gets taken down with an armbreaker from Saint. Callahan gets up, clutching his arm, his head bowed, therefore when he looks up he can’t react to the savate kick from Bailey. The crowd roar as they see that greasy politician floored. Saint and Bailey follow this up by laying some stomps on Callahan, forcing the #1 contender for the WHC to roll away out of the ring to the outside.

Nailz: We’re seeing something of an alliance of convenience here between Bailey and Saint, who let’s not forget have been at each other in tag action recently.

Beckett: It’s supposed to be a triple threat – what happened to all the virtues these two hypocrites claim they have?

As Bailey and Saint back away from the ropes, they turn and their gazes meet. As the pair stand there and stare each other down the level of noise inside the arena hits fever pitch. Nobody moves as they continue to stand, not giving an inch, not dropping their gaze for even a microsecond, building the intensity and the frenzy among the crowd in expectation of these two juggernauts locking horns. The bubble is burst though when Callahan nails Saint from behind with a forearm smash. As Saint drops to the floor Callahan betrays his wrestling purism and starts kicking Saint in the ribs in a frankly agricultural manner. Bailey puts his arm on Callahan’s shoulder, spins him around and lands an elbow smash, then a Mongolian chop, then he winds up a big haymaker when Callahan counters by rolling up a ball of phlegm in his mouth and hurling it right into Bailey’s eyes. Callahan follows this up with short straight punch to the gut, then plants Bailey with a snap DDT. The crowd start jeering Callahan, but he doesn’t respond to it, getting to his feet and driving an elbow into the back of the head of Keaton Saint, knocking a bit of sense out of the Londoner, then clutching Saint’s arm, Callahan drops down into a Fujiwara armbar.

Nailz: Callahan has taken charge of this match; the momentum is all his, and when he’s able to use his pure wrestling talent, he is almost unstoppable.

Beckett: There is nobody in the business right now who is as capable as Michael Callahan at picking apart his opponents through one or two carefully applied holds.

Callahan torques the joint, trying to bend it back to an anatomy-defying angle, but Saint fights back as much as can. The leverage is with Callahan though and Saint is instead left to endure. After about twenty seconds of this Callahan realises Saint isn’t going to tap, but satisfies himself that enough damage has been done. He loosens the hold, but getting to his feet and drops the point of his elbow right onto the shoulder joint for extra emphasis. As Saint gets to his knees, holding his shoulder, Callahan wraps him in a waistlock, drags Saint to his feet and delivers not one, but two big impact American suplexes. Callahan gets to his feet and throws his arms out to welcome the approval of the audience, only to get boos. However, his euphoria is broken by the figure of Bailey getting to his feet; Callahan charges at him and nails an Enziguri. By this time Saint is getting unsteadily back to his feet, Callahan again wraps him up and delivers a third American suplex.

Nailz: Those are huge energy-sapping suplexes from Callahan; Saint has really taken some punishment here from the #1 contender.

Beckett: Callahan’s strategy is clear – stop Saint from using his power base. If his shoulders, back and neck are hurt, there is now way Saint can hit the Paragon Backbreaker.

Callahan flips back to his feet, even throwing in an oscillating moonwalk/Ric flair strut over several steps, earning more heat from the crowd, then grabs Saint’s legs and tries to wrap him up in a Boston crab. Saint reverses however, pushing Callahan into the ropes with his feet. Callahan bounces back, Saint looks for a lariat, but Callahan counters into a drop toe hold, then successfully has Saint locked up in a Boston crab. He cranks it in with all he can muster, and Saint starts crying out in pain. The crowd start cheering for Saint, urging him on. This support gives Saint the strength to push himself up on his arms and starts moving towards the ropes. Callahan tries to regain control by sitting on Saint, but the momentum is gone and Saint is able to get across and grab the bottom rope. The ref steps in and calls Callahan to break the hold. He does, but as the ref is satisfied, Callahan drags Saint to the centre of the ring and locks in the crab again.

Nailz: Callahan really playing it right along the line here.

Beckett: The important part though is that he’s on the right side of it – this is smart wrestling from our American Hero.

With Callahan now sitting on Saint he looks down for, but then we see Bailey race past Callahan, springboard off the ropes and nail Callahan spinning heel kick to break the submission hold. As Callahan rolls away and gets to his feet Bailey nails a toe kick to the midsection, then hits a European uppercut, followed by a jumping spinning punch that knocks Callahan back into a corner. Bailey charges in at Callahan and nails a step-up knee to the face, then turns and tries to bulldog Callahan out of the corner, only to get countered into a back drop suplex. With all three men down it gives them a chance to take a breather, as well as allowing the crowd to get behind their favourites.

Callahan is first to his feet and he targets the man he believes has suffered most: Keaton Saint. Callahan grabs Saint, tries to lift him but is countered with a chinbreaker. Saint takes the opportunity to make the first cover of the match...

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Callahan kicks out as Bailey dives in and makes the save.

Nailz: Saint, who has taken most of the damage so far, almost scoring a pinfall there.

Beckett: That was a desperation move from the Pillar; he’s barely treading water out there.

Nailz: Desperation or not, it almost got the job done. Callahan maybe guilty of taking his eye off the ball there.

Bailey and Saint get to their feet and again tease a set-to, giving the marks a reason to get excited. But Callahan puts an abrupt end to this, rolling Bailey into a school-boy...

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Saint lifts Callahan and pushes him into a turnbuckle. Bailey is up, makes a sign to Saint, who whips Bailey towards Callahan and lands a corner splash. Callahan staggers out and right into an Aztec suplex from Saint. The Saint fans go wild, and the marks are spilling over with joy at this show of solidarity between Bailey and Saint. They come together again and tease the crowd even more, building the electricity as they circle each other.

Nailz: Listen to this reaction for these two beloved Megastars. You feel this place will explode if these get start trading blows.

Beckett: Jeez! Will they just get on with it. It’s like some laborious courtship ritual.

Bailey and Saint come together in a mid-ring clinch and the noise almost blows the roof off the arena. Backwards and forwards they go, but neither man can finds a true advantage, and neither man is relenting.

Bailey goes for a change of tactic, rolling out of the clinch and giving Saint an arm wrench, twisting the same joint Callahan worked on earlier. Saint tries to roll out, but he can’t; instead he opts for a back kick to the gut of Bailey, then twists out and counters into a waistlock. Saint tries to get Bailey set up for the Aztec suplex, but some swift back elbows put an end to that and Saint is forced to retreat. They square up again and look set to go when a roaring Callahan draws their attention. The Senator makes a charge for Bailey, but the only former WHC in this match counters with a drop toe hold and locks Callahan into an ankle lock.

Nailz: Bailey’s turned the tables here! What a fighter this Anthony Bailey is, taking the kind of attack he did earlier tonight, and still coming out to put on this kind of a performance!

Beckett: Come on Mikey! Find the ropes!

Luckily for Callahan Saint is driven on by his competitive spirit and double axe handles Bailey to the head. The Promise stumbles away, Saint is all over him.....

Nailz: PARAGON DDT!!!

Beckett: If he gets that neck lock, this could be over quickly...

But Callahan is alert to make the save with a running knee to Saint’s head.

The American Hero grabs Saint and sends him into the ropes, but Saint comes back with a flying cross body onto the world’s only Pro-Life Champion. Saint stalks Callahan, then takes him down into the Keaton Clutch. Bailey gets to his feet, hits the ropes and lands a baseball slide into the face of Callahan.

Nailz: HOME RUN CLUTCH! We don’t see that very often.

Beckett: Yet I doubt Bailey had the double team on his mind; that was all about making the save, believe me.

It’s Bailey and Saint again. This time Bailey charges and Saint counters his momentum with a headlock takedown, into a chinlock, then up into a reverse facelock for a DDT. But Bailey counters, flipping up and wrapping his legs around Saint’s head and dragging him down into a double leg cradle...

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Callahan with a dropkick makes the save.

Nailz: It’s nip and tuck, and with the third man it makes winning this match doubly difficult for all three men.

Callahan starts pounding Bailey’s head with forearms. Bailey is forced to retreat to the ring apron. With Callahan distracted this gives Saint a chance to get to his feet, and he’s waiting for Callahan. Saint delivers a kick to the mid-section and lifts Callahan up across his body. Saint swings his hips to generate the massive momentum for the Paragon Backbreaker, but somehow Callahan is able to counter with...

Beckett: THE LANDSLIDE VICTORY! Callahan is three seconds away from victory here!

Callahan covers Saint...

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Out of nowhere Bailey lands on top of Callahan – a frog splash from the top rope. As Callahan rolls away, Bailey makes a cover on Saint....

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There is a look of total disbelief on Bailey’s face. He sees Callahan getting to his feet, hits the ropes looking for the Word of Promise, but Callahan reads it and ducks out of the way, exploding out of the blocks and almost taking Bailey’s head off with a sickening lariat. Now Callahan hooks back the legs....

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The crowd raise the volume once again.

Nailz: I thought Callahan had him there; I thought he’d broken Bailey’s neck right in two.

Beckett: Not sure about you, but I think Callahan just created a ‘broken promise’.

Callahan now stalks Bailey. Slowly The Promise gets up, Callahan goes in search of the Landslide Victory, but Bailey reverses, sending Callahan into a turnbuckle. Bailey has a moment of hesitation before he decides to go after Saint, but the hesitation breeds his downfall because he walks right into the Paragon Backbreaker.

Nailz: PARAGON BACKBREAKER! Bailey got caught out there and he’s may be about to pay.

Keaton is about to make a cover, when he’s blindsided by Callahan, he grabs him and tosses Saint over the top rope. Like a true opportunist, Callahan dives over Bailey for the cover...

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DING! DING! DING!

Winner: “The American Hero” Michael Callahan

Nailz: What a match! What a spectacle!

Callahan gets to his feet and as his music hits he raises his arms in the air, but quickly drops to his knees, utterly exhausted by his efforts. Saint sluggishly slides back into the ring and this gives Callahan his cue to make a hasty exit. He walks backwards up the ramp, his arms raised, stopping only to gesture back at Saint that he will soon be the World Heavyweight Champion. If looks could kill Saint would be up on a murder charge.

Nailz: A vital, if somewhat fortuitous, win for Michael Callahan tonight going into Rasslemania. You wonder whether the wind has shifted in his favour now – are we looking at the next World Heavyweight Champion?

[biggs]

Back from commercial break, Reginald Schmidt sits in his office counting out stacks of twenty dollar bills into a neat pile on his desk ready to make a bank deposit. Not before time though, APW's world heavyweight champion interrupts his change counting with a complaint for Asylum's general manager. Schmidt looks up from his dollar bills and sees the look on the face of Phil Atken, knowing full well there's a complaint to be heard.

Reginald Schmidt: Ah, Mr. Atken. Can I help you?

Atken smirks for the briefest of moments, then lunges at the desk and slams his fist into it. Schmidt coils back in shock, not quite sure what to make of the aggressive stance taken by Atken.

Phil Atken: Darn skippy you can. What on Earth are you trying to accomplish? Are you trying to get me murdered?

Reginald Schmidt: Don't be silly. Of course not. Why would you say that?

Atken sprays spit everywhere as he scoffs at Schmidt's “daft” question. With all the illustrations his hands can muster, Atken paints the story out so that Schmidt can digest it.

Phil Atken: Because you're putting your champion, a pleasant and benevolent man of peace into yet another war with a verified psychopath. Michael Callahan is out for my very essence and you risk my glorious presence on this planet if you allow him to face me at Rasslemania. He is medically unfit to be a professional wrestler on Asylum, and he has no place being in the main event of the biggest show on the calender.

Schmidt leans back and folds his arms, listening now to the ranting and raving Atken with open ears rather than his usual passive deflection and naïve question asking.

Reginald Schmidt: On what grounds would you contend that Callahan is psychologically unfit?

Atken's eyes go wide as streets. Did Schmidt, of all people, who's had to clean up the mess left by Callahan for over a year now seriously just ask that question?

Phil Atken: Seriously? Are you asking me that? Need I remind you that it was you who stood by and watched as our once beloved Suicidal Champion stripped down to his skivvs in front of a live studio audience, attempted to end Sally Talfourd's career because she wasn't in love him, cracked Anthony Bailey's skull into pieces with a baseball bat and put my friends Hank and Dirk Dickwood in the hospital?

Reginald Schmidt: I do see what you mean. He has mellowed out though recently. He's not so blatantly abrasive these days. He's a cog in the system now, helping us steam forward into a new generation of Asylum. Sure, he's a little eccentric and prone to tempers, but man, he's no Shane Borderland.

That's when Atken blows a gasket. He can't take it anymore, his face flushing red with fury as his gestures to the sky with a zealotic fury about the evils of Michael Callahan.

Phil Atken: Eccentric? ECCENTRIC? President Jeff is an eccentric. Stefan Raab is an eccentric. His purpleness Prince, HE is an eccentric. Those men never tried to kill people on national television.

Schmidt leans in and starts stroking his chin, calculating the options that he has for Atken to seek redress.

Reginald Schmidt: Y'know what? I'll look into it and I'll get back to you. Maybe we SHOULD evaluate him psychologically. If so, we might have to prepare another match at Rasslemania. In the meantime though, he's still your opponent.

Atken is more than content with this resolution, though he's still flustered from his ranting.

Phil Atken: Fine. So long as you're considering and putting into place a plan to have him reevaluated. Just make sure it's not his stooge Gray on the case. That shrink is so crooked, he has to sleep on a spiral staircase at night just to keep posture.

Reginald Schmidt: Fine. It's a deal. Now please, you have a match to prepare for.

And that he does. Atken turns to leave, stops, turns back around and knocks a big handful of money off of Schmidt's desk and onto the floor rendering his counting thus far completely useless. As Schmidt watches hopelessly, Atken swiftly excuses himself from the room as we go back to ringside for the next match.

Stenfelder: The following contest is a special challenge match scheduled for one fall, introducing first…



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 The Killerplauze on the front of them and TV Total logos on the side of his trousers. He pauses at the stage, hopping around throwing punches into the air as the fans rain down boos on him.

Stenfelder: From Cologne Germany, weighing in at 260 pounds, he is the The Killerplauze, Stefan Raab!

Nailz: Stefan Raab getting his normal reaction: getting booed to death.

Beckett: I think this may be a bit more booing than normal. I’d imagine that the closer we get to Rasselemania XI, the more intense the booing will be.

He makes his way down the ring as goo from flying from the crowd.

Nailz: Is that sauerkraut?

Beckett: Looks like someone took The Guv’nor up on that offer.

Stefan dodges a few more tosses of sauerkraut as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and goes to each turnbuckle, throwing his arms in the ai. Everyone boos him as he does a few boxing punches to the cameras before he looks towards the ramp and stage, waiting for TJ.

Stenfelder: And his opponent…

The lights go out and LL Cool J tells the fans to "Come On". Red and White light go throughout the arena as the opening cords of the crowd chants the "ahhhAhhhhAHAH" of the song.

Nailz: New music?

As the lyrics of "Mama Said Knock You Out" begin, TJ comes out with the Tap Out Championship over his shoulder and the lights come back on as the red lights still flash. TJ grabs the title and looks at it, raises it into the air, getting a roar of cheers from the fans. He then places it on the ground in front of him and he leans back and roars. He picks him his title and puts it back over his shoulder then walks down to the ring

Stenfelder: From Philadelphia, PA, weighing in at 275 pounds he is the current Tap Out Champion, “The Soul of Philly” TJ!

Beckett: There’s that swine as Stefan call him this week.

Nailz: Yes, Stefan was more focused on someone other than Jeff this week.

Beckett: About time too, maybe he’ll actually stay focused on TJ in this match and ignore the fans, learning from the past couple matches. [/color]
TJ high fives the fans along the ramp as he makes his way to the ring, but stops and walks around the ring towards Stenfelder. TJ grabs a steel chair from a tech guy and slides into the ring with it. He tells the ref to keep Raab back as he climbs the turnbuckle, throw his arms up in the air, one holding the steel chair and one holding the Tap Out belt. He gives his belt to a tech guy as he turns around. The ref tries to take the chair from TJ, who tells the ref to give it to Raab and “ring the damn bell”

DING DING DING!

Special Challenge Match
TJ vs Stefan Raab

Nailz: Remember folks, that steel chair is legal in the hands of Stefan Raab as he has no rules to follow. He can use weapons and be outside that ring for as long as he wants.

Beckett: My question is why did TJ give Raab the chair right away?

TJ walks into the middle of the ring and tells Raab to come out to the middle. Raab comes out jaw-jacking TJ who puts his chin out there, welcoming a chair shot across the face.

Nailz: There’s your answer, he’s giving Raab the first shot, with a steel chair no less.

Beckett: This is gonna bite TJ in the backside, mark my words.

Raab shakes his head and kicks TJ in the nuts with gusto. TJ drops as Raab goes for a cover.

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Stefan grabs the chair and lifts it above his head and brings it down across TJ’s back, as he tries to get up. TJ tries away from a second chair shot but it lands across his back once more, dropping TJ to the mat. Raab kicks TJ over onto his back and shoves the top of the chair into TJ’s throat, choking him. TJ grabs the bottom rope, but it does nothing.

Beckett: What did I say? TJ’s arrogance got this match made and his arrogance led him to this spot.

TJ grabs the sides of the chair and starts to lift it off his throat, but Raab drops a knee into the stomach of TJ, stopping TJ’s effort. TJ kicks the back of Stefan, throwing Stefan’s weight forward, which TJ uses to send him out of the ring just above the middle rope. TJ takes a few moments to get his breath back as Stefan Raab has gone under the ring and grabbed not one, but two kendo sticks. Stefan re-enters the ring and hits TJ with the sticks one after the other after the other. Up top, down low, every body part of TJ’s is getting hit by the stick wielding German. TJ catches one on the sticks between his arm and body, but is unable to catch the other one as it lands on the side of his knee with enough force to make TJ drop to a knee. Stefan lets go of the trapped stick and swings his other one like a baseball at TJ’s head, putting the big man down.

Nailz: 1!2! No! TJ is taking a beating early in this match.

Beckett: Stefan Raab may be a joke when he you limit what he do, but when you give that man no restrictions, he can be a problem.

Raab slides out of the ring as TJ shakes himself awake. TJ looks out to where Stefan went just as the top half of the steel stairs come flying over the top rope. TJ rolls out of the way to avoid getting crushed by the steps and finds himself in a corner and pulls himself up to his feet. Stefan Raab slides back into the ring and grabs the steel chair and throws it at TJ, who swats it away. The chair throw was a distraction as now Raab has the steps in his hand and he runs them into TJ’s chest, crushing him between the turnbuckles and the steps. TJ’s arm’s keep him semi-upright, but in doing so, leave him exposed to another hit with the steel steps. TJ falls to the mat and Raab goes for the pin once again.

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Nailz: Stefan showing some real grit here, going after the champ time and time again.

Beckett: You don’t think he heard TJ? Stefan has never won on Asylum despite being a part of the roster since September. What a first win for him it would be too! Over the Tap Out champion!

The fans cheer for TJ kicking out, which Raab acknowledges, and tells the fans to “piss off”, which gets a loud negative reaction from the fans. Raab picks TJ up and starts to throw jabs at him, right, right, right, left right, big European uppercut that sends TJ onto the ropes. Raab pushes TJ down and traps his arms with the top and middle rope. He grabs one of the kendo sticks and hits TJ in the gut over and over and over until the kendo stick breaks. Raab throws it into the crowd and grabs the other. This time, he hits TJ over the head over and over until it breaks over TJ’s head, cutting TJ over the head. Raab, like a shark in water, hammers away into TJ’s cut, making it wider and wider before grabbing the steel chair from outside the ring and coming back in. He measures up TJ who is fighting to get out of the ropes. Raab charges at TJ with the chair above his head, going for the killshot, but TJ leans back, putting all his weight on the ropes and puts his boot up, hitting Raab in mid charge. Raab falls to his side, dropping the chair as TJ gets out of the ropes. TJ shakes his arm’s awake and tells Raab to get up. Raab pulls himself up and grabs the steel and prepares to throw it at TJ, but TJ throws a hard right hand, hitting Raab through the chair and sending the Killerplauze to the outside.

Beckett: That’s a DQ!

Nailz: No, I don’t believe it is, Raab was holding the chair, TJ was just swatting it away.

TJ looks at the ref who stands there as it comes to TJ that Raab can’t get counted out. TJ pushes on his knee to get himself up. Raab begins to stir on the outside as TJ exits the ring. Raab reaches under the ring as TJ grabs his foot and pulls him out from under the ring. He reaches to get Raab, but Raab punches TJ, and puts the Soul of Philly on his ass. Raab smiles as he readjusts the brass knuckles on his hand. TJ uses the barricade to pull himself up and Raab punches him in the kidney, entering the ring as TJ falls to the ground. Raab orders the ref to count TJ out as the fans rain in boos, which Raab gives another “piss off” before returning his attention to TJ.

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TJ is back in the ring as the fans cheer, which gets Raab upset. As TJ pushes himself up, Raab drops a fore arm or two over the back of TJ, which keeps the big man down. Raab, with the brass knuckles on his right hand, measures TJ as he pushes himself back up, and delivers a hard right hand of his own that hits TJ so hard that it turns him over to back. Stefan goes for another pin.

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Nailz: If you’re a TJ fan, the last time you saw TJ like this was way back at One Night In Hell where the ref had to call the match since TJ would not quit.

Beckett: And if this continues, we may see a repeat.

Raab gets up frustrated and yells at the ref for counting slow. He kicks the top half of the steel steps to the outside and exits the ring. He grabs the bottom half of the steps and puts them next to the announcer’s table and puts the top half back on the bottom half. Raab takes apart the table, taking the cover and screens out of the table before going back into the ring. TJ is slowly getting back up as Stefan stalks him and hits the Killercutter on TJ in the middle of the ring.

Beckett: KILLERCUTTER! Stefan may have just sealed his first win on Asylum!

Nailz: 1! 2! NO! So close. Stefan Raab is furious now, he thought he had it there and he’s letting the official know.

Beckett: He better focus back on TJ, you can’t let someone, let alone someone like TJ, a moment to get a breath.

Raab kicks TJ out of the ring and in front of the announcer’s table. He picks TJ up and walks him over to steps. Raab stands on the top of the steps and has TJ on the step before. Raab hooks the leg of TJ and tries to put TJ through the table with a Killerpin, but TJ punches Raab in the midsection until he lets go. TJ pushes Raab off the top step to the floor, where Raab lands on his feet and turns around only to get hit with a shoulder block. TJ picks Raab up before Raab can reach under the ring and he throws Raab back in the ring. Raab tries to make a run for the other side of the ring, but again, TJ stops him, pulling him into the middle of the ring. TJ drops an elbow into the back of Stefan and then another and another. TJ steps back whipping the blood off his face as Stefan tries to push himself up. TJ smiles and stomps as hard as he can onto the hands of Stefan Raab.

Nailz: That’s one way to cure Raabies

Stefan pushes himself into the corner and pleads for mercy, which TJ doesn’t give as he leans forward to grab Stefan. Stefan pulls TJ into the corner, smashing his face into the middle turnbuckle. Stefan grabs the ankle of and pulls him into the middle of the ring and locks in the Killerlock. TJ screams in pain as Raab cranks and cranks the ankle. The pain is short as TJ is able to roll out of the move.

Beckett: TJ been in that ankle lock hold a lot over the last six months, he’s got it scouted pretty well.

Raab charges TJ who stands up and spears Raab in half. TJ covers him

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Raab kicks out as TJ wastes little time, grabbing Stefan and throwing him into the corner, putting his chest against the turnbuckle. TJ puts his back against Stefan’s and lowers his elbow pads. He throws his elbows into the head of Stefan Raab in rapid succession. He walks out of the corner and Raab falls backwards to the mat. TJ looks at the crowd then at Raab, then back at the crowd. He makes a bell ringing motion and picks up Raab. He pushes Raab into the ropes and whips him into the opposite ropes. TJ runs to and bounces off the adjacent ropes and nails Raab with the Liberty Boot. TJ laughs as a masked man jumps the barricade, this is not your ordinary masked man as he is shirtless, showing scars on his body. The mask is like a black and red luchador mask, but it has what can be described as “dreads” on the top.

Nailz: Who the hell is that!?

Beckett: I have no idea, but I’ve seen those scars before.

Nailz: Now that you say something, they look like the scars on Knuckles’ body.

Beckett: You’re right. Why is Knuckles wearing a mask?

Nailz: I don’t know but that might explain why that can of Donkey Punch in Kash’s room and that note on it signed Reaver.

Beckett: Wait, what was it that message in Knuckles’ hospital room? “Reave them all?”

Whoever the man is grabs the Tap Out title without TJ knowing as TJ sets Raab up the far corner to the mask man for another Liberty Boot. TJ nails Raab with another Liberty Boot, this one from the corner set up. Raab falls forward as TJ wipes the blood off his face once more. He turns around to end the match, but is hit by his own championship belt, being wielded by the masked man.

Nailz: He just nailed TJ with the Tap Out Championship! And that’s legal!

Beckett: And now he’s putting TJ over Raab? If that’s Knuckles, what the hell is going through his head?

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Stenfelder: Here is you’re winner, “The Soul of Philly” TJ!

The masked man grabs a mic from a tech guy and comes back into the ring. He kicks TJ, who is aware of where he is, but feeling the effects of the title belt across his skull, over onto his back and leans over him and talks into the microphone.

: Most dangerous man on Asylum? Pfft.

The masked man leaves the ring as TJ rolls over and pushes himself to a knee, looking at the masked man making his way up the ramp. TJ grabs his title and makes his way quickly up the ramp and backstage.

Nailz: I don’t know what we just saw, but TJ doesn’t like it one bit.

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Stefan is shown walking backstage towards his dressing room when all of a sudden, Stefan stops in his tracks. The camera pans around to show President Jeff standing there. Raab puts his fist up, ready for a fight

Stefan Raab: Come on Canadian prick, you want to do this now? I don’t need to wait till Rasslemania.

Jeff: As much as I know that you’d love to fight me right now Raab, its not going to happen, so put your fist down.

Stefan Raab: I don’t care if you don’t want to fight now Jeff, I’m about to knock you out!

Just then, 3 Police officers show up, standing behind Raab,

Stefan Raab: Oh, so this is how its going to be huh. Are you that scared of me Jeff that you need to get these cock suckers involved to help your sorry ass? Let me tell you something Jeff. No one, not you, or these disgusting pigs will be able to stop me from messing you up at Rasslemania. Your just proving everything I’ve been saying Jeff. First of all at One Night In Hell Pay Per View, you had security guards protecting you from me attacking you and here we are again with the same result only with the police officers this time. You are jealous on the fact that I make more money than you.

Jeff: Stefan Raab, I didn’t want this. Matter of fact, this isn’t my choice.

Officer #1: Mr. Raab, you are under arrest for assault.

Stefan Raab: Assault, that’s it? I burned the Canadian, American and the United Kingdom flags. Yet, I’m arrested for assault. If I’d known you’d have me arrested for me attacking you with a pipe on Overdrive a couple weeks ago, I would have made sure I did more damage and got you busted wide open on your head.

Jeff: Raab, Burning a Canadian, American and a United Kingdom flag, isn’t illegal. And your assault on me? I’ve been attacked from behind plenty of times, and never once did I have someone arrested, and I’m not going to start with you. I’m not the one pressing charges on you Raab. Remember that fan you attacked, we’ll, look where that got you. You are out of control Raab. I have no choice but to let these cops take you away.

Raab lunges at Jeff who gets grabbed by the cops. The cops have Raab by his arms and they start dragging him away. As they drag Raab past Jeff, Raab spits in Jeff’s face. Leaving a nice glob of spit on Jeff’s cheek. Jeff watches Raab as he is pulled away. The camera zooms in on Jeff’s face and he wipes the spit off and the scene fades away.

We come back from commercial where we see TJ, still bloodied from his match with Stefan Raab talking to Reginald Schmidt and Bambi, both of whom are skeeved out with the blood, in the GM’s office.

Schmidt: Please don’t get blood the carpet, I don’t want to have to pay for that.

TJ: To hell with the carpet. I want Knuckles or whatever he’s calling himself now. He wants to make a statement off me, he’s just wrote his suicide not on live TV.

Schmidt: TJ, look, I think that Knuckles or Reaver or whatever he’s calling himself now, he’s not exactly in the right state of mind to be performing, you know he took all those chairs shots from Jason Kash two weeks ago. He needs to be back in a hospital.

TJ: Oh, don’t worry Schmidt, I’ll make sure he’s back in a hospital to be pronounced dead.

Schmidt: No, TJ, we need to make sure that-

TJ: No, Reginald.

TJ steps very far into Reginald’s personal space.

TJ: You need to make TJ vs Knuckles, TJ vs Reaver, TJ vs Mental Patient Runaway and you need to make it for Rasslemania.

Schmidt takes a step back, checks his suit for any blood, and looks back at TJ.

Schmidt: Fine, but you need to be careful; we don’t know what is going on inside of his head.

TJ: We won’t be left in the dark for much longer, I’m about to go find out what’s going on inside his head.

TJ leaves the office, slamming the door behind him. Reginald turns to Bambi.

Bambi: Wonder what he meant by that.

Schmidt: It means his going to find Reaver, call security and tell them to be ready in case it gets out of hand.

Bambi leaves to let the head of security know as Reginald exhales and prepares himself to watch the main event.

Elsewhere, the crowd reacts with a loud mixed reaction when Aubrey J. Parker and Logan Alexander appear on camera in the backstage area, walking hurriedly toward the doors that exit to the parking lot.

Interviewer Jack Spade runs quickly to catch up with him, glancing over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure his camera crew is with him.

Spade: Logan! Aubrey!

Aubrey groans and turns around to shoot Spade a dirty look. Logan turns and narrows his eyes at the frail interviewer, who has to stop and catch his breath once he reaches the tag team champions.

AJP: What?

Spade: You just saw it- Kaylyn James Evans and Christian Kane just attacked the Dying Breed out in the ring after they called you out... everyone saw you guys talking earlier... is- was it orchestrated by you? By the two of you?

Aubrey's eyes grow large and her face turns red with anger.

LA: Yeah... we always plan attacks with people we'd like to beat the crap out of. Give your head a shake man. If we're going to do something, you'll see us do it. We don't use proxies. You want to know why Kane and Evans attacked the Dying Breed? GO ASK THEM!

With that, the team walks away from Spade. Jack Spade watches them with a look of confusion, but eventually just sighs and shakes his head, turning to the camera unable to offer more than the slight shrug of his shoulders. Asylum heads to its final commercial break.

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Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is your APW Asylum Main Event!



Stenfelder: On the way to the ring, accompanied by Uncle Charlie and Alec Quartermain, he hails from The Commonwealth Of Virginia and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds…He is the current APW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIIIONNNN... ‘THE MAIN ATTRACTION’ YOUNG MANNIE!

Nailz: Long time fans of Asylum will remember that Mannie used to wrestle here as a member of the Red Shield Mafia! Now on his own, he's become a force to reckon with on Meltdown, as he is the current holder of the North American Championship!

Beckett: Yeah, but he's getting ready to face the World Heavyweight Champion! Welcome back to the Asylum, Mannie, and good luck, you're gonna need it!

The beginning of "Another Way" airs through the P.A. system building anticipation, As Mannie emerges to a wave of boos, He is lead to the ring by Uncle Charlie & Alec Quartermain. Mannie casually walks down the ramp with his entire glowing in the dark sweatsuit soaking in the hate, as a custom Dark-Orchid colored stairwell which reads "The-Main-Attraction" is placed in front of the middle apron. Mannie strides up the steps, While the cameraman sits on the middle rope before he enters the ring. Mannie proceeds to remove the championship, holding it above his head before handing it to the referee. He then removes his sweatsuit.

The lights begin to dim in the arena as spotlights begin to fly around all up and down the joint. Over the loud speaker we hear the beautiful tones of Mr. Dirk Dickwood.

Dickwood: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me the pleasure of introducing to you a man who needs no introduction. He is the reigning APW World Heavyweight Champion! Weighing in at 192 pounds, from Glasgow, Scotland, ladies and gentlemen, please rise for Phil Atken!
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The spotlights all join together at the top of the entrance way as “Heavyweight Champion of the World” begins to play. Out from the back stomps Phil Atken, adorned in a sparkly black and gold robe, and the APW World Heavyweight Championship clasped around his waist. He gets a reasonable reaction from the crowd. From behind Phil emerge his Head of Security, the one named mute Hank and his agent, manager and perhaps sole friend, Mr. Dirk Dickwood.

Phil hops into the ring as Dirk and the tall, bald and rather mean looking Hank take their place in Phil's corner. Phil carefully passes his shimmering robe into the hands of Dirk, as well as his title belt. With both men in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Champion vs. Champion (Non-Title Match)
"The Unfortunate" Phil Atken vs. "The Main Attraction" Young Mannie

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The match begins right off the bat with Phil Atken staring down Young Mannie with a look of sheer disdain in his eyes, an unwillingness even to touch the man, nevermind wrestle him setting in as the two slowly advance upon one another. Atken's inability to consider Mannie as even worthy of sharing the ring with him is blatantly apparent, though to some it comes as cowardice as every step Mannie takes forward is one that Atken takes backwards with a hesitant look on his face. Mannie lunges in but Atken skirts out the way, and a game of cat and mouse ensues in the early going.

Nailz: Atken is staring right down his sizeable nose here at Young Mannie. Mannie, the North American champion was once something of a running joke in APW... but lately, his new mean streak and tenacity has really seen him develop and become very impressive lately. I don't know if it's typical Atken being out of touch and still seeing him as the man he once was, or knowing full well how dangerous he's become and steering clear.

Beckett: All I know is, if he doesn't do something soon this match is gonna' get really boring.

Mannie makes another sweeping lunge for the leg which Atken artfully dodges, but this time he launches into an offensive with a big boot into the chest of the crouched, distracted Mannie sending him spiralling to the floor. The kick and stomp fest that ensues is typical of Phil Atken as he mugs Mannie with a boot party, stamping and stomping over and over again until Mannie stops moving. Atken then goes for a big time knee drop right across the face before sliding into an extremely bold early cover to try and seal this one early.

Beckett: The balls on Phil Atken trying to pin Young Mannie this early, staggering.

One!

Kickout!

Nailz: And not even a two count to show for it. This is a travesty.

Atken now goes straight into the next phase of attack which is to kick the leg of Mannie repeatedly, softening it up for a future figure four. Mannie is powerless to do much as he stomps away, the power trip going on as the World's Champion assumes full control of this contest. He then grabs Mannie's leg and tucks it between the knee of one leg and the joint of the other, then jumps with and lands with a big knee breaker to try and really do some damage to the leg. Mannie slaps the ground in agony, the North American champion not off to a great start in this non championship contest.

Nailz: Damn! Did you feel that? Excellent knee breaker there.

Beckett: He's so immaculate in the way he tears people apart. It's like a pre-meditated homicide that he's planned out. He knows where he's going to attack from at all times, he has all possible complications figured out, he knows how to cover his tracks and he knows where he's going to dump the body.

Nailz: That's a little extreme, Steve.

Atken grabs Mannie by the softened up leg then drags him to the nearby corner. He rolls out underneath the bottom rope and then grabs Mannie's leg either side of the turnbuckle. He falls backwards, driving his body weight as he pulls Mannie crotch first into the post. He then scrambles to his feet and wraps Mannie's leg around the post with a wicked shot, making him howl and yelp in pain. Mannie crawls out of the corner quickly to get away from Atken as he climbs back into the ring with a devilish smirk on his face, looking ready to really unleash a world of hurt.

Beckett: Things are starting to heat up here! Is Young Mannie about to get put away by Phil Atken! He better!

Atken slides into the ring and rolls Mannie back onto his shoulders, making yet another cover.

One!

Two!

Kickout!

Nailz: Only a two count! Mannie has the wear-withall to kick out!

Atken grabs Mannie by the head and yanks him to his feet but this time Mannie surges up with a solid European uppercut that knocks the spit out of Atken's mouth skywards. Then, Mannie with a knife edge chop sends the bigger Atken staggering back towards the ropes. Mannie runs Atkena cross the ring with an Irish Whip only to catch him on the rebound with a skull shattering Koppu Kick, sending Atken crashing to the floor but the strain on the leg as Mannie flips over does more damage to soften him up. Both men lay on the floor and the referee starts to count, but it's only at the count of one when Mannie is kneeling and ready to get back up again on his weakened leg.

Beckett: Come on Phil! You can get back into this one! Get up and lock in the Figure-4! Mannie is a punk ass anyway!

Nailz: He's the North American champion, he's scaled a mountain of bodies to get where he is now! Don't you underestimate him!

Atken and Mannie both slowly get to their feet. Mannie, sensing a coming storm of aggression decides to try and close this one early. He goes for Slingshot Suplex but wildly overestimates his own strength, the bigger Atken simply unwilling to budge even with Mannie's determination. Instead, Atken simply thrusts the knee up into Mannie's stomach and shoves him off. Mannie returns fire with a big swinging right hand but before Mannie even makes contact, Atken hits the deck and starts crawling to the corner moaning and complaining as he clutches his eye. The referee follows him to the corner as Mannie stares baffled while Atken rubs his eyes into the referees shirt.

Nailz: What the Hell... just happened?

Beckett: I think Mannie just thumbed him!

Nailz: I don't know... he's a cheater... but do you think he actually did?

As Phil Atken swears blind to the referee that Young Mannie just thumbed him in the eye and distracts him into the corner, Hank and Dirk Dickwood climb up onto either side of the ring apron ready to advance upon the North American champion who looks pumped up and ready to take on all-comers. Mannie first lunges for Dickwood, the frail, elderly friend of Atken who drops straight down to the ring floor to avoid the impact while the cumbersome mute Hank tries to climb in through the ropes. Mannie though is too fast as he bounds back across the ring with a flying dropkick and sends Hank spilling to the hard floor below. Mannie leans over the top rope and waves goodbye to Hank, much to the delight of the fans.

Beckett: Plan has failed for Phil Atken! Somehow, Mannie has managed to overcome all members of Phil Atken's personal cabinet!

Nailz: Yeah, you're telling me!

Yet valiant Young Mannie's effort is, the distraction works perfectly and as he spins around to confront Atken he gets a square kick to the stomach, doubling him over and leaving him ready for destruction. Atken grabs Mannie's head and pulls him in for the spike piledriver position, lifting him up and then planting him down right on his head with a brutal Texas Piledriver. The crowd, rallying behind Young Mannie against the nefarious Phil Atken start to boo the champion for a brief moment but then a rather mixed reaction of booing and cheering, but moreso cheering. Sections of the crowd disperse to make way on one side of the arena for Dr. Alexander Gray and Michael Callahan and The GI on the other. They climb out to ringside and survey the scene as a hapless Phil Atken continues his assault on Young Mannie, prepping him for another big move.

Nailz: Uhoh, what the Hell are they doing here?!

Beckett: Don't be so frigging naïve, Russ. They're here to cause trouble for Phil Atken. Christ, the listeners at home aren't all five. They know exactly why The War Ensemble are here. Treat our viewers with the respect and maturity they deserve, you patronising little rat.

Michael Callahan: GI?!

The GI: SIR, YES SIR!

Michael Callahan: Gimme your boot, soldier!

For a brief moment, GI looks puzzled but then complies with the order. He quickly unties his laces and pulls off one of his dirty old combat boots and hands it willingly to Michael Callahan.

The GI: SIR, YES SIR!

Michael slowly walks up the ring steps and times his shot right as Dr. Gray climbs up onto the apron to distract the referee with a pocket watch on a chain in a half-hearted attempt at hypnosis. As Phil Atken lays out Young Mannie with a forward Russian Leg Sweep, he rises to his feet and turns to see Callahan out of the corner of his eye. Callahan launches the boot square at Atken's jaw and cracks him one, sending him staggering back and almost tripping over Young Mannie. Yet the resilient Scot keeps his balance and looks flustered at this entire situation.

Phil Atken: You see what I mean? This is exactly the kind of mental incapacity that I'm talking about! The man is reckless and insane!

Atken grabs the battered army boot and launches it back at Callahan who artfully jump steps out of the way, hitting the crowd barrier instead. It's all for nought though as not only has Atken distracted himself, he's cleared the evidence for his assassination that all unfurls as Young Mannie leaps up and grabs Atken for The Fatal Attraction. The crowd leap into a frenzy as it connects and Atken is laid straight out on the floor. Always a fan of the underdogs, Mannie leaps into the cover and the crowd chant along with the referee's count.

Nailz: OH! SNAP!

Beckett: Has Young Mannie just SHOCKED the world?!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: "The Main Attraction" Young Mannie[/center]

Nailz: OH MY GOD! Young Mannie has just beaten our World's Champion! With a little help from Michael Callahan, the North American Champion has beaten Phil Atken 1-2-3 in the middle of the ring! What an upset!

“Another Way” hits the sound systems and Young Mannie holds his fist high in the air as the referee hands him his championship belt. Never before has The Main Attraction been so happy, holding his title for all to see and to strong admiration from the fans who relish in him taking out the favourite in Phil Atken.

Beckett: Let's not forget that it wasn't without help. Phil Atken had this well in control until that so-called fair and virtuous American Hero launched GI's stinky, trench-foot boot at Atken's head!

The camera cuts to Michael at ringside who motions at the waist for the championship belt as he backs away towards the ring apron, beaming with pride at being responsible for the biggest upset of the year so far. Young Mannie rolls out of the ring and makes his way up the entrance ramp, beaming with pride as he holds his title belt up in the air. Atken slowly stirs, not quite sure what just happened but already incensed in knowing that it's Callahan's fault.

Nailz: Who cares? Phil Atken was outsmarted by Michael Callahan here tonight and Young Mannie capitalised in a big way, and as Callahan gains steam going towards Rasslemania, you gotta' ask yourself if Atken will be so lucky as to keep the gold out of Callahan's grasp a second time. But on that bombshell, Young Mannie is our winner here tonight!

Beckett: That's still garbage result in my-Wait, Nailz, apparently there’s something going on in the back.

Nailz: Can we get video guys?

We cut to the backstage area where we see TJ brawling with the masked man who attacked him during his match, the wrestler formerly known as Johnny Knuckles, Reaver. The two are trading blows that would cripple lesser men. Reaver claws at TJ’s wound on his forehead that he suffered against Stefan Raab. Reaver looks for an exit, but TJ closes the space between them quickly by grabbing the “dreads” of the mask over Reaver’s face. TJ pulls him close and delivers a knee hard into the gut of the masked man, sending him to the floor, laughing.

TJ: Oh, you want to laugh? I’ll give you something to laugh about.

TJ grabs Reaver up by the mask, delivers another knee to the gut and grabs Reaver’s arm. He sends Reaver head first through the wall as security comes into just a bit late. They get in between TJ and Reaver as TJ just looks at the destruction of the wall and Reaver’s limp body. As his breathing slows down, a smile crawls across TJ’s face, pleased with the splintered wood on the floor and the body through the wall. The medics rush in as TJ continues to stare at Reaver’s upper body through the wall. At the request of security, TJ leaves, content with what he just did, but his eyes do not leave their line of sight. The camera focuses on the medics as they check on Reaver inside the wall. The head medic asks if Reaver can hear him as two handymen come in to cut apart the wall. The Asylum logo appears in the lower left corner of the screen as Reaver responds to the medic’s questions with laughter before the saws start up.