Asylum 5/5-Sao Paulo, Brazil

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Ida Maria’s “Bad Kharma” blares over the arena speakers as fireworks erupt from the stage. The fans are on their feet, holding their signs high in the air, and cheering at the top of their lungs!

Nailz: Welcome to the Asylum, ladies and gentlemen! We are here live from the Arena Anhembi, in Sao Paulo, Brazil, just two weeks removed from APW Mayhem! Tonight is the last stop for the inmates en route to the pay per view spectacular!

Beckett: Mayhem may be two weeks away, but I’ll tell you what, tonight’s card is pay per view worthy as is! Our opening match is William D. Williams versus Jason Kash, followed up by Aubrey J. Parker versus TJ! Both of those matches wouldn’t seem out of place on pay per view, and yet we’re starting the night with them!

Nailz: Also, the Stefan Raab Punishment Tour continues on as “The Killerplauze” faces off against the APW Suicidal Champion, Kaylyn James Evans, in an Extreme Rules Match!

Beckett: I still think our GM, Reginald Schmidt is an idiot for agreeing to a match with Raab at Mayhem. Still, we have another pay per view quality bout as Anthony Bailey takes on Michael Lively in a match that’s being billed as The Dying Breed versus Foul Play! This one is going to get ugly!

Nailz: And finally, we have two main events tonight! Firstly, four men will battle for the final spot in the Tap Out Gauntlet Match at Mayhem as Logan Alexander, Reaver, Jair Hopkins, and Christian Kane all clash! And in our Main Event, #1 Contenders Keaton Saint and Phil Atken clash with the APW Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin, as the special guest referee! We’ve got a huge night of action, so let’s get to it!

The camera focuses on the ring for a moment, but the lights begin to dim and the melodic vocals of Tina Molia echo throughout the arena, causing the crowd to boo as they realize what's coming...

"Nothing Has Been Broken" by Bassnectar rips through the soundsystem and the lights strobe as Aubrey J. Parker steps out to the top of the stage with a smile on her face. She sways down to the ring, looking at the fans on either side of her, who reach their hands out toward her as she veers too close. She rolls her eyes and steps, making sure to be just out of hands-reach as she goes toward Nicky Paige and reaches over, snatching her microphone, mouthing "thank you" as she turns away.

Nailz: Aubrey J. Parker hasn't been making too many new fans as of late with her actions... a number of orchestrated, calculated assaults on the Dying Breed, and then- then she showed her true colors by aligning with Christian Kane last week!

Beckett: Why are you saying his name like that? Like he's a disease?

Nailz: You mean he's not?

Beckett: You should be ashamed. Christian Kane is the future of this company, and he's been held down for far too long! AJP is just here to help us all realize that.

AJP's music slowly dies down and she paces around the ring with a half smile, looking around at the booing Sao Paulo-based fans around her. She laughs a little.

AJP: Tough crowd. I figured that you guys would be a little bit more respectful to somebody that's risking her life just to perform for you in a place like this.

This easily draws boos from the crowd and Parker defensively raises her right hand, shaking her head.

AJP: No, no- don't take offense to it. There are some psychopaths out there that would kill to live in a place where the entire city is gripped in fear because the police arrested the local drug dealer. There's always something exciting going on here in Sao Paulo. There's always something new.

But it's not every day that you guys get to see something quite like... me.

Aubrey winks into the crowd and twirls her hair a bit as she paces, looking toward the men in the audience that whistle and applaud for the comment.

AJP: You guys see exciting, death-defying events every day but it's rare that you truly see something amazing, mmmm? When's the last time you guys saw a GIANT get knocked unconscious right in front of you?

...when's the last time you saw a giant tap out?

"WE WANT T-J!"

"WE WANT T-J!"

"WE WANT T-J!"

AJP: I know, I know. Blahhhh blah-blahhh, blah-blahhhh. You're going to GET TJ, and TJ is going to get KNOCKED OUT COLD just like I've been promising you all for weeks!

...and then, in fourteen days at Mayhem, TJ's going to tap out to Logan Alexander or Christian Kane. In the same night, I will completely humiliate and destroy Kaylyn James Evans and take back my Suicidal Championship. And when that dust settles, there won't be a question as to who the dominant power in Action Packed Wrestling is. It won't be the Dying Breed. And it certainly won't be the Pillars.

It'll be...

Us.

The crowd grows hushed as the unfamiliar voice pierces through the soundsystem, but they begin to boo as Christian Kane begins to strut down the ramp, loosely tossing the microphone from hand to hand as he looks at the people on either side of him with a scoff.

Nailz: Here comes the man that, in many peoples' eyes, completely betrayed Kaylyn James Evans in her time of need last week. Some say she deserved it... and some say that Christian Kane proved that he's the scum of the Earth with his move, and his comments.

Beckett: Why are we faulting this man for wanting more out of his career? Kaylyn- God bless her for the fine piece of work she is- had completely selfish motives!

Nailz: Kaylyn never asked Christian Kane to stick around. He took it upon himself to do so. Things didn't go how he planned, and he got mad!

Beckett: Dude, I think you just hate Canadians.

Christian finally gets into the ring, and pauses as he waits for the restless crowd to die down.

"K-J-E!"

"K-J-E!"

"K-J-E!"

CK: Glad to see you've stopped throwing mud at each other to come out here for us, Brazil.

The crowd boos loudly at the comment and AJP rolls her eyes.

AJP: Oh, hush. You've heard worse.

CK: You can boo me all you want, people, but that won't change what's transpired. Christian Kane did what Christian Kane had to do, not because I wanted to, but because I had to. In my opinion it was a long time coming and since Asylum I offered Kaylyn the chance to silently apologise to me...but she chose not to. In all of her infinite wisdom...not...she decided that she wants to be baby and cry because she didn't get her way. Get this into your heads people, it had to be done.

Christian and Aubrey shoot looks into the crowd as a "YOU SUCK!" chant develops.

AJP: Some RESPECT, people?

More boos follow!

CK: It had to done because I am sick and tired of being sick and tired with this goddamn company. If it isn't one thing, it's another. All I've ever been since I joined this place is a scapegoat and a victim. Whether it's Sienna who'll throw me into a situation where I'm destined to fail, just so she can say 'I told you so', or whether it's YOU people constantly disrespect me...there's always something. I have been held down for too long here. Be it by the management to mistreat, misuse and abuse me or my ex-partner, KJE. It's about respect and acknowledgement of my starpower, and dragging me to bullshit third world countries like this where my life is constantly in danger is neither of those!

Christian lowers the microphone, soaking up the boos as a result of his tirade, but raises it once more.

CK: Kaylyn, if you think this is over and you're going to get away easy then you've got another thing coming, honey. It's funny how many deluded people are telling you that you weren't the perpetual weak link in our team, all because you have a nice pair of titties that you don't hesitate to show off. You're a fucking joke, and when I go out and dominate in my match tonight people will see just who the weak link is. I'm done playing around with you, Evans. Now it's serious.

Christian lowers the microphone and Aubrey smiles up at him before turning into the camera again.

AJP: From now on, we take what we want, when we want it. No one else decides our fate anymore.

CK: Never... Again...

AJP: ...we'll do it by any... means... necessary...

CK: And there's nobody that's going to do anything about it. Not TJ, not Kaylyn, not-

Just then… “Hate Me Now” Blares over the loudspeakers. Christian and Aubrey look at the entrance way as the crowd’s reaction is heavily mixed. The cheers seem to out weigh the boos given the company that was just in the ring. Out from the back walks Terry Marvin, the APW Undisputed Champion. He makes his way down to the ring staring at the duo inside. He fearlessly rolls into the ring and gets to his feet, glaring at Christian and Logan, who both look at him, and then down to his belt.

Nailz: UH-OH! Tense moment here and the crowd is getting pumped!

The camera focuses first on AJP as her eyes drift back up to Terry, and then over to Christian Kane, who does the same.

Becket: Terry may be thinking about a little two-on-one here, odds be damned.

Marvin just approaches the two and gets right in the middle of them, standing his ground and turning from one to the other, staring them down while his music fades. The crowd cheers loudly in anticipation!

Marvin says something to Christian Kane, who responds with a smirk and then a comment of his own. Within seconds, after whatever is being said, neither of the three Megastars in the ring are smiling. Christian Kane and Aubrey J. Parker both toss their microphones aside and the crowd grows deafening.

Nailz: Here we go!!!

Christian and Aubrey begin to walk counter-clockwise around Terry, and he quickly shoots looks between the two of them, holding up his fists...

Just as it looks like there’s going to be an explosion… Aubrey and Christian Kane back off with smirks on their faces and roll out of the ring. They back up the ramp, not losing sight of Marvin! The crowd boos in disappointment!

Beckett: Oh- whaaat!?

Terry raises the mic up.

Terry Marvin: Now that THAT little piece of unsavory business is over. I’m out here to talk about one thing… one very VERY important thing that I believe people have forgotten about…that I believe people have begun to disvalue… THIS!

He holds up the Undisputed title to more cheers and boos from the crowd.

Terry Marvin: THIS is what every man woman and child strives for in this business. This is the pinnacle. This is what I’ve scratched and clawed my way through all of APW to get and retain. THIS is my life, my dream, my future. THIS IS EVERYTHING! And this is why Keaton Saint slammed a chair into my head last week!

There is another loud mixed reaction in the air.

Terry Marvin: We can argue all day whether he meant to do it… or whether he didn’t. At the end of the day, Only Keaton Saint himself knows. But his indiscretions are not going to sway me from my path! They’re not going to deter me from my new mission in APW! I will do EVERYTHING in my power to make sure I am damn respected by each and every member in that locker room, whether I have to do it through kindness… or beating the living shit out of you! As for you fans… you can believe me, you can hate me….frankly I don’t give a SHIT!

More boos ring out now.

Terry Marvin: As for Keaton… who doesn’t trust me one inch and for GOOD reason…. You and I have been down this road before. And every time I’ve had to pull out a trick to beat you, to claim victory…. And it’s always left me wondering. AM I GOOD ENOUGH? Am I better than Keaton Saint? THIS TIME, I will solve that riddle without a doubt. At Mayhem Keaton…. I’m going to show the world, and more importantly I’m going to show you just the kind of man I am. At the end of the day… you won’t like me. At the end of the day…. You’ll still want to kick my ass. But at the end of the day, you’ll LEARN a thing or two from your buddy TJ and you WILL shake my hand cause you WILL respect me! This…I promise you!

The mixed reaction returns.

Terry Marvin: PHIL ATKEN! You are nothing more than a spineless coward who expects EVERYTHING to be handed to you. You always want to take the shortcut. You always want to take the easy way out. Whenever the time comes for you to man up… you pussy down like the little bitch that you are. You… I just want to destroy, to put out of MY misery. YOU, I don’t give a shit if you respect me! I just want to flatten you and embarrass you like the little NOTHING you are. Your title reign was a fluke, your entire career was a fluke. You don’t belong in this match… and I will prove it!

More cheers from the fans now as Terry smirks.

Terry Marvin: Next week… there will be MAYHEM! Next week, all hell will break loose. Next week, The Undisputed Championship will hang in the balance as three men all seek to get a firm hold on that piece of glory and history….And TWO of them will be harshly disappointed.

And I will stand tall.

I will live on.

I will SURVIVE…

Cause that’s what I do. I am GOD’S GIFT TO WRESTLING

And…

IT’S SHOWTIME!

The mixed reaction is loud as Terry drops the mic and rolls out of the ring. He walks up the ramp with a new focus as he pays no attention to the fans.

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



Stenfelder: The following bout is scheduled for ONE fall! On his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is “The Smooth One” William D. Williams. JUUUUNNIOORRR!

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

"You should know, you should know that ahhh
Kris Kross is not having anything today
As we stand there totally krossed out
We commence to make you

Jump, jump
The Mac Dad will make ya Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make ya Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make ya Jump Jump"

The fans jumping and bouncing their hands to the classical Hip Hop Track from Kriss Kross as Jason Kash comes out from the back wearing big baggy jeans and a baggy shirt that reads: RIP MAC DADDY. He jumps twice with the chorus as the fans erupt in cheers as it becomes evident he's wearing the jeans backwards. As the lyrics from Mac Daddy flow in, Kash slaps the stage three times and raises both arms above his head.

"Don't try to compare us to another bad little fad
I'm the Mac and I'm bad givin' ya something that you never had
I'll make ya rump rump wiggle and shake your rump
'Cause I'll be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna Jump
How high? Real high
Cause I'm just so fly
A young loveable, huggable type of guy
And everything is to the back with a little slack
'Cause inside-out its wiggida wiggida wiggida wack
I come stompin' with somethin' pump to keep you jumpin'
R&B - rap and bullcrap is what I'm dumpin'
And ain't something about Kris Kross we all that
So when they ask do they rock say believe that"

Brazilian fans going crazy for an old school American Hiphop song has Kash all smiles as he hits ringside. The chorus comes in just after he jogs up the steel stairs and walks along the ring apron. He puts his back to the ropes and looks out across the rows of fans on their feet. They like him begin to...

"Jump, jump
The Mac Dad will make ya jump, jump
A Daddy Mac will make ya jump, jump
Kris Kross will make ya jump, jump
uh huh uh huh
Jump, jump
The Mac Dad will make ya jump, jump
A Daddy Mac will make ya jump, jump
Kris Kross will make ya jump, jump"

Entering the ring, Kash pulls off the baggy jeans to reveal his normal Wrestling gear. He removes the shirt and balls it up before launching it out into the crowd. He stretches with the ropes as he waits for the bell. With both men in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Jason Kash vs William D. Williams Jr.

Beckett: And we’ve got Foul Play vs Dying Breed action right here, Russ!

Nailz: Yeah-- Williams isn’t too happy after Kash raked his eyes near the end of Meltdown on Monday night. These two groups have had issues for quite some time now... Only difference is, now they have names.

Kash and Williams go to lock up, but Kash surprises Williams with a kick to the gut. Williams is thrown to his knees and Kash hits the ropes, coming off for a knee to the skull, but Williams pops up to his feet and hits a Belly to Belly Suplex! Kash gets up in surprise and runs at Williams again, but Williams catches him with a Dropkick to the knee! Kash hits the mat face-first and clutches his nose groaning in pain as he staggers to his feet. Williams nails a Double Backbreaker and flings Kash aside, posing to the crowd, earning pops! Kash is disoriented, holding his back with one hand and his head with the other-- but he’s squashed into the corner by a Clothesline from Williams! WDW then launches him across the ring with a hard Irish Whip! Kash hits the turnbuckles sternum-first and stumbles backward. Williams locks him in a Full Nelson! Kash squirms, trying to escape!

Nailz: Williams is in that Tap Out Gauntlet two weeks from tonight-- and making the former two-time World Heavyweight Champion submit here tonight would be a HUGE statement!

Kash is eventually able to get to the turnbuckles and scale them, still in the Full Nelson and throw himself back! Williams is flattened beneath the maneuver and rolls away from Kash, holding onto his sternum. Kash pulls himself up with the ropes and once Williams gets to one knee, Kash charges forward and hits the Drive-By Kick! Williams hits the canvas and Kash covers him, hooking both legs!

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Beckett: And Williams gets lucky!

Nailz: William D. Williams Jr. is a phenomenal talent. He kicked out of that by sheer heart and strength. But either one of these men picking up a win would be GIGANTIC in this war between Foul Play and Dying Breed!

Beckett: Well, Kash is up first!

Kash gets to his feet and measures Williams who climbs to his before hiting a hard lifting knee strike to his jaw! The move knocks Williams back into the corner. Kash runs at him and hits a jumping knee into his gut! Williams sinks down into the corner and Kash cheers to the crowd, earning boos in response. He laughs a little and goes to the opposite corner. He points at Williams, licking his lips, and then sprints forward, going for a Running Senton into the corner-- but Williams rolls out of the ring! Kash hits nothing but steel and canvas. Williams drags Kash out of the ring and lifts him up, dropping him jaw-first across the steel steps!

Nailz: Look at the strength of William D. Williams! Kash is just as big as he is, and Williams just manhandled him! Clearly that arm is feeling much better!

Beckett: He’s good, but Kash knows how to get out of this.

Williams rolls Kash back into the ring and covers him, but Kash is able to kick out at the count of one. Williams lifts him up and goes to Irish Whip him across the ring, but Jason Kash reverses it! Williams rebounds to the center of the ring and Kash goes for the Rolling Elbow-- the Mark of Jason!

...But Williams ducks under it and comes back off of the ropes, nailing Kash with a double-leg takedown! He then grabs Kash’s legs and stands up, quickly locking in a tight Texas Cloverleaf! Kash howls out in pain and reaches for the ropes which are about three feet away! Kash crawls like his life depends on it, gasping for air, groaning in agony, but Williams has the “Ode to Shelly” locked in tight! The crowd roars, screaming for Kash to ”TAP!” but Kash shakes his head, grabbing at his own head from pain. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he pulls himself to the bottom rope and Williams breaks the hold.

Nailz: And another submission attempt there by Williams. What’s the Tap-Out Champion thinking right about now?

Beckett: Probably thinking about how he’s about to compete against a bunch of showoffs.

William D. Williams lifts Kash up and goes to hoist him onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, but Kash quickly drops down behind him and hits a Dragon Suplex! He goes for the pin, but isn’t able to secure it and Williams rolls onto his stomach. Kash pull himself up and grins at his fallen opponent. He hoists Williams into the air and throws him through the ropes, shoulder-first into the ring post! The referee scolds Jason and the crowd boos him. Jason simply chuckles in response and he charges Williams, hitting him with a hard jumping knee strike that targets his shoulder! Williams groans in pain and Kash nails a Belly to Belly Side Suplex! He goes for a cover!

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Nailz: Williams gets the shoulder up, but it looks like even that hurt!

Williams groans in pain as Kash forces him up from behind, catching him in the Reverse Muay Thai Clinch! He hits repeated knees to the back of Williams’ neck and skull and then brings him shoulder-first down across his knee! Williams hits the mat and Kash shoots the half, covering him while grinding his elbow across his nose!

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Beckett: Jason Kash is so methodical. I love it.

Nailz: Don’t ever, ever count out the Smooth One, Steve.

Williams and Kash fight to their feet, but Kash nails a European Uppercut that flattens Williams! Kash glances at the corner and smirks. He goes outside to the top rope and raises his arms above his head, garnering boos from the crowd. He leaps off for a Flying Elbow Drop...

Beckett: Ahhh!

But Williams moves out of the way! The crowd roars in delight as Kash crashes into the canvas. He shakily climbs to his feet and Williams takes him down with one... Two... Three Running Lariats with his good arm! Kash is out on his feet and Williams nails him with the “Chocolate Thunder” Implant DDT! Kash bounces onto his back from the impact and Williams covers him, hooking the far leg! The crowd, in a frenzy, chants along with the referee!

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Nailz: Jason Kash kicked out of Chocolate Thunder!

Beckett: That’s how much this means to these two teams! Hahaha, oh man, things just got heavy!

Williams rises to one knee and forces Kash to his feet from behind. He hits a Full Nelson Bomb! Kash holds his tailbone and rolls away from Williams, looking up at him with wide-eyes as Williams approaches him, reaching down for his neck. Kash rushes Williams, trying to trip him up for a Small Package or Inside Cradle, but Williams drops one vicious knee down across Kash’s sternum! Kash wails in agony and Williams leaps up, doing it a second time! Kash clutches his chest in pain and Williams hoists him up, holding Kash above his head in the Suplex position for a few moments before driving him to the canvas with a Brainbuster! Jason Kash goes limp and Williams goes for the cover, hooking the far leg!

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THRRREE- Kickout!

Nailz: And Williams looks heartbroken! He thought it was it! These fans in Brazil thought it was it!

Beckett: But it’s NOT it!

Williams looks frustrated but takes a deep breath and strides forward. He forces Kash to his feet and goes to lift Kash up onto his shoulders, with the audience roaring for the Chocolate Wasted-- but Kash drops down, hitting Williams with vicious knees to the gut! Williams drops Kash and Kash shoots the ropes, coming back and grabbing Williams around the neck for that Back to Back Cutter!

Beckett: UTI!

Nailz: NO! WILLIAMS COUNTERS WITH A BACKSLIDE PIN!

Williams hooks Kash’s arms and drops to his knees, forcing Kash over his spine and onto his shoulders while the crowd chants along to the referee’s count!

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THRRREE- Kickout!

Beckett: Kash survives!

Kash climbs to his feet and kicks Williams in the midsection as Williams tries to grab at him! Kash charges Williams and goes for that Rolling Elbow once more-- the Mark of Jason!

Nailz: WILLIAMS with another counter!

Williams ducks the elbow and hits Kash with a forearm! Kash spins around and Williams lifts him up onto his shoulders, grinning into the crowd as he marches to the center of the ring!

Nailz: Jason Kash is about to get Chocolate Wasted!

Williams shoves Kash over his shoulders, toward his knee, but Kash catches his balance and stands upright, just barely avoiding it! Williams is spun around from the pure confusion of the maneuver and Kash charges forward, nailing that Running Back to Back Cutter, the UTI! Williams is drilled into the mat and Kash scrambles over him, hooking the far leg, grapevining the inside leg! The referee drops down and counts!

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Kash’s music hits and he rolls out of the ring, slapping the ref’s hand away before his arm can be raised.

Stenfelder: Here is your winner... JASON KAAAAASH!

Nailz: WHAT a contest! Jason Kash just barely pulled out the win over Williams here tonight, and he gains some major momentum heading into his match with Anthony Bailey at Mayhem!

Beckett: Was there ever a doubt, Russ? Was there ever?!

Nailz: Williams put up a hell of a fight. I thought he had it, several times!

Beckett: But he didn’t. THAT man did. And at Mayhem, he’s gonna do it to his friend. He’s gonna do it to Bailey.

Kash raises his arm in the air, grinning down at Williams who glares up at Kash, sitting by the ropes and shaking his head.

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The haunting and brief vocals of Tina Malia penetrate the arena through its sound system and the crowd erupts into a mixed reaction as "Nothing Has Been Broken" by Bassnectar rips throughout the arena, followed by neon strobes swaying through the crowd. Their reaction only grows louder as Aubrey J. Parker steps out onto the ramp, standing with a hand on her hip, and the other hand clutching that unopened, leather black box she carries as she surveys the masses.

Stenfelder: The following bout is scheduled for ONE fall and it is a non-title match! Introducing first, on her way to the ring from Pleasanton, California, she is... AUBREY J. PAAAARRRKERRRRR!

With a small nod and a devious smile, Parker skips all the way to the side of the ring, hopping up onto the apron, sliding across with one hand gliding across the middle rope and one pressed to her lips before blowing a long and sensual kiss to the audience, earning a series of cheers from many men and women alike, though the undertone of boos follows shortly after. She steps into the ring and hands the timekeeper the black box, whispering some kind of warning to him before she makes her way to the turnbuckles, hopping onto them, looking out into the audience with a smirk, showing very little reaction toward those in the crowd, regardless of if they heckle or support her. She climbs down from the turnbuckles and leans in the corner, waiting for action as her music fades.

Nailz: Earlier tonight, Aubrey J. Parker and Christian Kane put the Tap Out Champion, TJ on notice. They put the Suicidal Champion, Kaylyn James Evans on notice--

Beckett: And Kaylyn lost! They got in her head!

Nailz: But all week, Aubrey J. Parker has been making it very clear that her intention tonight is to knock TJ unconscious. Almost in a way to-- to demoralize him going into Mayhem.

Beckett: It's brilliant! 80% of this sport is mental, Russ!

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. 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.

Stenfelder: And her opponent, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds, he is THE APW Tap-Out Champion... "The SOUUUUL of Philly" TJ!

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, high fiving the fans along the ramp before entering the ring over the top rope. He walks over to the far corner and climbs it. TJ holds the title belt up in the air by the strap and beats his chest with his free arm.

Nailz: That's the man that AJP wants to knock out! This is the guy that knows he has to go into a Gauntlet against three other men at APW Mayhem! This man has everything to look forward to and fight for in two weeks. He's not going down without a fight!

Beckett: No... It's never been TJ's style. If it comes down to him having to break little Aubrey in half to walk away with that win tonight, then I'd like to think TJ is willing to do that. I hope he's not blinded by a nice pair of legs and a pretty smile.

Nailz: I think we're about to find out!

TJ looks at AJP from across the ring and sighs a little bit as our bell sounds.

Non-Title
Aubrey J. Parker vs "The Soul of Philly" TJ (c)

Aubrey marches to the center of the ring and signals for TJ to lock up with her. The crowd laughs and TJ puts his hands on her hips, shaking his head down at the girl. Parker takes a step back and then motions for TJ to hit her, even holding her arms out to her side to allow it. TJ looks uneasily at Parker and again, shakes his head. He steps forward and nods, offering to lock-up with her instead.

Nailz: Haha this should be... Something.

TJ and Parker lock up and immediately, Parker begins to buckle as she’s forced down toward the ground. She gasps in pain and she’s forced onto her back, with TJ pressing all of his weight down on her shoulders, going for a pin! The referee slides to make the count.

Beckett: And TJ might pin her just due to his sheer size!

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Suddenly, Parker brings her legs up, between TJ’s arms and around TJ’s neck, capturing him in a Triangle Choke! TJ suddenly struggles, trying to pull his arm free, but Parker wrenches the hold, screaming as she does it. TJ is quickly turning red in the face as Aubrey throws herself back and forth with TJ still captured in this choke-- but eventually he is able to pull himself up with Aubrey still around his neck and slam her down to the canvas! Aubrey pulls herself to her feet, holding her back, but TJ is up a moment earlier. Aubrey goes for a roundhouse kick, but TJ blocks it! Aubrey goes for a kick to the midsection instead, but TJ blocks that too! He pulls Aubrey forward by her foot and lifts her up, only to bring her down into a Backbreaker! AJP is silenced from the pain, but TJ applies a Backbreaker Body Stretch over his knee.

Nailz: He’s trying to end this quickly. Parker and TJ were friends and TJ doesn’t want to send her home with a concussion or something here!

Beckett: Why is everybody so certain that TJ is going to flatten AJP out there? She’s made grown men tap out! She beat four men in one night over on Overdrive before, including Azrael Goeren and Buckson Gooch-- but suddenly TJ is a problem?

Nailz: She’s done a lot of impressive things in a short time, but she’s never had to face the Tap Out Champion before. TJ is a new level.

AJP refuses to submit and begins clubbing at TJ’s temple. He eventually shoves her off of his knee and shakes the cobwebs out as he climbs to his feet. AJP gets up into a hard running Clothesline from TJ! She hits the ground and TJ immediately hooks the near leg for the pin, but only scores a count of one! TJ sighs and stands up, hoisting AJP up around her waist. He lifts her to the air in a Rear Waistlock, but AJP counters it into a Wheelbarrow Bulldog! The crowd comes alive-- not in support of AJP, but for the quick, luchadore-esque maneuver! AJP rolls out of the ring to the apron and ascends to the top turnbuckle! TJ turns around and AJP leaps off, hitting a Diving Leg Lariat! TJ hits the ground and AJP starts to cover him, but when the referee drops to make the count, AJP mounts TJ and begins to hit him with a flurry of fists right to the head, earning boos from the crowd!

Nailz: What’s she doing!?

Beckett: She wants to knock him out, Russ!!

TJ is eventually able to shove AJP off of him! Both of them scramble to their feet and as TJ rises up, AJP rushes him and blasts him with the Shining Wizard, flawlessly transitioning it into a Frankensteiner!

Beckett: FRANKENWIZARD!

AJP cheers for herself as she stumbles to her feet, but a majority of the crowd boos. She waves them off and then angrily runs forward, hitting a Baseball Slide to TJ’s skull! TJ holds his head and rolls over onto his stomach. AJP mounts his back and hits him with stiff forearms and elbows to the back of his head! TJ covers up and the referee starts a 5 count, telling AJP to let her opponent off the ground. AJP obliges at the count of 4, getting off of TJ. She backs up into the corner and pushes herself up to the second rope. She screams for TJ to ”GET UP!” The crowd boos, just at the sound of her shrieking. TJ gets up and AJP comes off of the ropes for a Flying Double Axe Handle-- but TJ reaches up, snatching her out of the air with the Two-Handed Chokeslam! AJP is drilled to the mat and TJ looks shocked at what he’s done for a second, but after a few seconds, makes the pin!

Nailz: Impact Bomb and AJP is motionless!

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Beckett: Those three or four seconds of hesitation cost him. I’m tellin’ you.

TJ sighs as he gets up. He picks Parker up in a front headlock position and then lifts her up onto his shoulder. He turns and runs, launching her off of his shoulder, into the turnbuckles! AJP hits the top turnbuckle jaw-first and staggers back. TJ catches her in the Pumphandle Position...

Beckett: Hey, don’t touch her like that!

And then he nails the TJT! The crowd roars for the Pumphandle DDT and TJ rolls away from Parker, catching his breath. Aubrey J. Parker clutches her head in pain as she gets to her feet and TJ lifts her up above his head. He parades around the ring with Aubrey J. Parker high in the air, even walking toward the ropes to wink to screaming fans in the front row behind the announce table-- but unbeknownst to the ref, Aubrey rakes his eyes! TJ cries out and drops Aubrey! She lands on the other side of the ropes, on the apron. Parker shakes off the pain and springboards up to the top rope-- but TJ rushes to the ropes and plants his boot square into Aubrey’s ribs, nailing a modified version of the Liberty Boot! Aubrey sails from the top rope and twists, landing hard, rib-first across the edge of the announce table!

Nailz: OHHHH, GOD!

”HOLY SHIT!”

”HOLY SHIT!”

”HOLY SHIT!”

Aubrey J. Parker writhes in silent agony on the ground. TJ facepalms at what he’s done. The referee looks utterly shocked but has no choice but to start administering the ten-count as we cut to a replay of the devastating shot.

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Beckett: That shot was NASTY.

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Finally, TJ lets go in the midst of confusion. Aubrey clutches to the referee for dear life-- but she lets go and starts to run for TJ, but he catches sight of it and turns, rushing to catch Aubrey off guard with a Spear--

Nailz: Oh lord!

But Aubrey ducks out of the way and TJ collides with the ref! The grows loud as the referee is drilled to the canvas, clutching his ribs in pain, and gasping for air. TJ pushes himself off of the referee and looks down at him in horror, trying desperately to shake him and revive him.

Beckett: What a klutz!

Nailz: ...Right. It had nothing to do with the typical Aubrey J. Parker shenanigans or anything.

TJ stands up, his hands on his head as he shakes his head in disappointment. He turns around and suddenly catches Aubrey J. Parker as she runs at him, going for a DDT, but TJ counters by twisting her in mid-air and hitting a Powerslam instead! AJP bounces off of the mat from the impact and rolls out of the ring, falling to the floor! TJ turns back to the referee, slapping his face, getting him to stir... Though he doesn’t see AJP crawling on her hands and knees to the timekeeper. She grabs that mysterious black box out of Stenfelder’s hand and crawls back to the ring, holding onto the bottom rope.

TJ slaps the referee a bit more, softly on his cheek, and the referee’s eyes shoot open. He is still unsure of where he is, but TJ is satisfied with the fact that he’s consciousness. He makes his way back over to the ropes. Aubrey starts to climb up onto the apron, and TJ grabs her by her arm, trying to force her back in-- and AJP brings the arm with the box around, smashing it hard into TJ’s temple! TJ’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he goes wobbly from the maneuver, falling against the ropes!

Nailz: WHOA!

Beckett: Did you HEAR that impact?! It sounded like a gunshot!

As Aubrey places the box back down on the apron, it’s evident that there’s a crack in it. She slides back into the ring and turns the half-conscious TJ around.

Nailz: I think the Tap Out Champion is out on his feet...

Beckett: MAKEUNDER!

Aubrey J. Parker turns TJ around and plants him with the leaping, snap, Reverse STO known as the Makeunder! TJ is spiked into the mat and AJP immediately locks in the Koji Clutch! TJ does not squirm or struggle in the maneuver. He lies still and the referee groggily makes his way over to them. He sees that TJ isn’t moving, and he shakes his arm, asking if TJ wants to quit-- but he gets no response.

Nailz: No-- no, you’ve GOT to be kidding me!

The referee moves TJ’s arm, but it falls limp once...

Twice...

And a third time.

The referee signals for the bell and the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos as “Nothing Has Been Broken” hits the PA system. AJP rolls to the middle of the ring, sitting on her knees, clutching her ribs.

Stenfelder: Your winner, as a result of a knockout... AUBREY J. PAAAARRRKEEEERRRRR!

Nailz: I legitimately can’t believe this!

Beckett: What-- that AJP stayed true to her word?!

Nailz: No-- how she did it! TJ was supposed to be her friend!

Beckett: No. TJ was SUPPOSED to be incapacitated. And now? He is!

AJP holds her ribs in agony, but is laughing through tears as the referee raises her hand while she looks down at TJ. Parker rips her hand away from him and stumbles to the ropes to retrieve that mysterious black box before gingerly exiting the ring, still laughing loudly as she gingerly makes her way up the ramp.

Nailz: Regardless, I think AJP is seriously hurt. She hasn’t moved the same since she took that fall onto the announce table... She may have cracked a rib. I’ve seen grown men take smaller bumps and have far more damaging results.

Beckett: She’s fine! She’s a trooper! And she just KNOCKED OUT THE SOUL OF PHILLY!

TJ begin to come to, in the middle of the ring, holding the side of his head in pain. He glares up at AJP who sits at the top of the ramp, cradling the black box in her hands. She waves down at TJ, winking, before giving the box a soft kiss. She pushes herself up, still holding her ribs as she vanishes to the back.

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Asylum comes back from the break with “Never Gonna Give You Up/Smells Like Teen Spirit” playing as Asylum General Manager Reginald Schmidt joins Nailz and Beckett at the announce table.

Nailz: Welcome back to APW Asylum, folks. We’re being joined at the announce table by Reginald Schmidt, who in two weeks will be facing off against “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab with control of Asylum on the line! Thanks for joining us, sir, it’s great to have you here!

Reginald: It’s great to be here! Of course it’s obvious that I’m not out here to visit you guys so much as I am to see Stefan Raab suffer!

Beckett: Two weeks ago, you put “The Killerplauze” in a No DQ match against Young Mannie, which essentially became a handicap match, and tonight, you’re putting him in an Extreme Rules Match against the Suicidal Champion! If the stakes weren’t so high two weeks from tonight, I’d say that you were being unfair! As it stands, I think you’re just trying to give yourself the advantage.

Reginald: Am I going to have to have the back turn off your headset again, Mister? Are you going to behave yourself?

Beckett: I’m a grown man! You cannot talk to me like that! If you’re so hell bent on silencing me, go ahead, you idiot!

Reginald: Turn his headset off!

Steve Beckett sits there with his arms crossed, and a sour look on his face.

Nailz: I wish I had the power to do that!



Wretches And Kings By Linkin Park plays over the sound system as Stefan comes out through the curtain. He is clad in his gold and black wrestling tights with his nickname, “The Killerplauze,” on the front of them with TV Total logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 260 pounds, from Cologne, Germany, “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab!

Reginald: Dead man walking right there! I’m so excited to kick his butt two weeks from tonight at Mayhem!

Nailz: With all due respect sir, you’d better. Nobody, and I mean nobody, wants to see Sunday Night Raab-a-Mania!

Raab ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and does a holdup on each turnbuckle and everyone boos him as he does a few boxing punches to the cameras before he looks at Reginald with anger in his eyes waiting for the match to start.

"What you get is what you see
it won't take much to get hooked on me
so shoot me right into your skin
and i will be your heroin

the side effects are sexual
are you down for a taste?
the side effects are sexual
and you love the way i say

I'm your favorite drug
your favorite drug
just one hit is never enough
i'm your favorite drug
your favorite drug
you can’t break this addiction no.
your favorite drug...."

The lyrics to Porcelain and the Tramps- I'm Your Favorite Drug continued to play over the PA system as the lights fade putting the arena into total darkness. Just as the chorus would end there is a bang as the lights turn back on full blast and a cloud of smoke is on the entrance way with a figure standing within it. The chorus starts up once more but this time with the lyrics included is none other than Kaylyn Evans who steps out from within the smokey patch on the stage. As the chorus was being heard throughout the crowd a smiling Kaylyn Evans was on her way down the ramp with a stride that showed nothing but confidence in herself no matter what the outcome of today's event's would be. Dressed in a black and lime green set of attire Kaylyn flaunts her body as she walks past the fans.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, weighing in at 119 pounds, from Brooklyn, New York, she is the APW Suicidal Champion, “The Girl You Love to Hate” Kaylyn James Evans!

Nailz: KJE has a huge pay per view match coming up in two weeks as well, although I suspect you’re feeding her Raab tonight as not only a warm up, but also to soften him up!

Reginald: You’re darn skippy I am!

Reaching the bottom of the ramp way Kaylyn stops and turns to the right heading around the ring and towards the far steps to ascend them and make her way onto the apron. Crossing the apron she stands there looking out at the fans. Hooking her arms on the top rope, in perfect Kaylyn fashion, she flipped back over the top rope and into the ring where she made her way around the ring looking out at all the fans in the arena, booing and not. Raab doesn’t even give her a chance to remove the Suicidal Championship from around her waist, attacking her, and prompting the ref to ring the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Extreme Rules Match (Non-Title)
Kaylyn James Evans vs. Stefan Raab

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Raab has the jump on KJE, pummeling and clubbing her, but for her part, the champ weathers the flurry and starts to fight back. Raab goes to whip KJE into the ropes, but Evans reverses it, and catches Raab on the rebound with a Backflip Kick! As Raab lies on the mat, rubbing his head, She unclasps her title belt, and wields it, motioning for Raab to get up. As the feisty German begins to head to his feet, he gets clocked right between the eyes with the Suicidal Championship Belt, and KJE tosses the belt down, covering her opponent, 1
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Nailz: KJE almost made short work of Stefan Raab there!

Reginald: Well I hope that she makes long work out of him, softening him up some more before the match at Mayhem!

Evans gives Raab a couple of kicks to the side before exiting the ring to go rummaging for weapons beneath the ring. KJE emerges with weapon after weapon, throwing them into the ring before going back down for more, making the ring look like a Home Depot in the process! She chucks a garbage can in the ring, which clocks Raab in the back of the head as he tries to get up, sending him back down to the mat! This draws laughter from the crowd, and prompts KJE to head back into the ring with an aluminum baseball bat in hand!

Nailz: This doesn’t look good for Raab! That’s an aluminum baseball bat! That things gonna hurt!

Reginald: Reginald likey!

KJE rolls back into the ring, ball bat in hand, and she nails Raab in the small of the back a couple of times before motioning for him to get up. She yells at him, “Get up, you coward!” standing in wait with the baseball bat. As Raab gets up to his knees, she swings for the fences, but he ducks it, and as she’s twisted around, he rolls her up in a School Boy pin, getting a handful of tights, 1
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Winner: Stefan Raab[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab!

Reginald: That’s it?! That’s it!?

Nailz: Normally, I’d say that Raab cheated to win, but considering that there are no rules in this match, what he did was perfectly legal. Low down, dirty, and cheap, but legal.

KJE is pissed off as Raab quickly slides out of the ring, getting out of dodge! The Suicidal Champion kicks the garbage can in frustration, while the ref joins Raab on the ramp, raising his arm in victory while “Wretches and Kings” blares over the speakers. The fans are raining down boos on Raab, and he soaks them in, as if the crowd were cheering him in adoration. Reginald gets up from the announce table, and grabs a golf club sitting on the apron. He then rushes towards Raab, who turns around to see the old man running at him just in time! Raab sidesteps Reginald, and sticks his leg out to trip him, causing Reginald to fall face first into the ramp! The fans continue to boo as Raab picks up the golf club, and bashes it across the back of Reginald! Raab attacks with such ferocity and haste as he repeatedly clubs Reginald with the golf club, until the club is twisted and bent out of shape! Raab turns the helpless Reginald over and begins to pummel him, taunting him the whole time.

Raab: It’s going to be Sunday Night Raab-a-Mania! Just you see old man! Just you see!

Raab doesn’t relent until Reginald is busted open, and referees and trainers finally arrive from the back to pull him off! There’s a sick grin on the face of “The Killerplauze” as medical staff checks on Reginald.

Nailz: Things don’t look good for Reginald two weeks from Mayhem. If we see this sight on Sunday, May 19th, then I hate to say it, but we’re in for Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania for sure.

Beckett; We’d better start buying chap stick in bulk, because we’re going to have to really start kissing Raab’s butt when he wins at Mayhem!

Nailz: Ah crap, they turned you’re headset back on. And what do you mean “when” Raab wins at Mayhem?

Beckett: Did you just see the kind of fight Reginald Schmidt put up there? None! He put up no fight whatsoever! We’d better prepare ourselves for the era of Raab here in the Asylum. I, for one, welcome our Mad German Overlord!

Raab is still all grins as he’s escorted up the ramp.

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The crowd boos loudly when the camera cuts to the medical personnel's room displaying Aubrey J. Parker, shirt lifted just high enough for the doctor to apply a bandage to the bruised part of her ribcage.

AJP: OW!

Doctor: I'm sorry... look, maybe we should get some X-rays done. You'll just need to come over to the convention center and we can get it looked at.

AJP: For what?

Doctor: Your rib, Miss Parker- it could be cracked, or broken. I don't think it's something that we should take lightly.

AJP looks at him with a narrowed gaze for a little bit before she shakes her head and laughs in his face.

AJP: I'm winning my Suicidal Championship back in two weeks. I can't have a cracked-

Doctor: ...or broken...

AJP: ...or broken rib.

Maybe you should get it checked out, just to be safe.

AJP and the doctor turn to the door, where Logan Alexander walks in, already dressed in his wrestling gear. AJP gives him a dirty look.

AJP: Where have you been!?

LA: Did I miss something?

He gives Aubrey a half-smile, gesturing toward her ribs.

LA: TJ?

AJP: Ya think?

LA: You said you didn't want us out there, so I didn't make haste to the arena... I'm sorry that you're hurt though-

AJP: I'm not hurt. TJ is going to get hurt. You, or Christian- one of you needs to make it into that Gauntlet at Mayhem, and you need to destroy him. He's already broken. He already thinks that he's on a downward spiral or whatever, so take advantage.

Finish the job.

Do whatever it takes. Tonight. At Mayhem. Just get it done.

AJP looks toward the doctor and stands up, wincing as she holds her ribs.

AJP: Let's go get these X-rays.

AJP stops, placing a hand on Logan's forearm and looking up into his eyes for a moment before an odd smile crosses her face and she follows the doctor out of the examination room. The camera fades to black on Logan as he watches them leave.

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall. Members of both Foul Play and The Dying Breed are BANNED from Ringside...Introducing FIRST! He is a Former APW World Heavyweight Champion and currently One Half of the World Tag Team Champions..."THE PROMISE" ANTHONY BAAAILLLEY!!

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, with his Tag Team Title around his waist, steps out from behind the curtain slowly. He stops for a moment, flashes his signature smile, and looks around the arena. Bailey's eyes widen as he strides to the ring greeting multiple fans. He climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and into the ring. Anthony removes his title, holds it up in the air garnering more cheers, and hands it over to the referee.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, the first EVER APW Grand Slam Champion!! He is the LEADER of FOUL PLAY..."THE JESUS" MICHAEL LIIIVVELLYY!!!

What seems like two lightening bolts ignite over the ring and travel across the arena striking either side of the entrance ramp. With contact a huge explosion engulfs the entrance with a blinding white light almost like a portal of heaven had just opened up. AFI's Misseria Cantare begins to serenade the shadow of Michael Lively standing at the top of the ramp with his arms outstretched in the I am JESUS pose. His head tilted sideways with a grin painted on his mug as he welcomes the shower of boo's from the crowd. With an arrogant swagger the man walks down the ramp absorbing the hatred, and flipping the fans off along the way. The man slides under the ropes springs to his feet and whips out his arms once more welcoming the roaring disapproval of the fans as a shower of blue sparks falls on him from over head.

Nailz: Does Heaven have a place for the arrogance of Lively? This is a great match but I hope Anthony Bailey puts it to him.

Beckett: Oh give me a break, Lively was a success in this business before Bailey had a girlfriend. This will showcase the past, the present and Future of Michael Lively!

Anthony Bailey Vs. Michael Lively

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Even before the bell sounds, Michael Lively starts mouthing off as he steps across the ring towards Bailey. He builds saliva in his mouth and in an instant Anthony Bailey dives and takes Lively down with a double leg takedown. Laying into Lively with repeated right punches, Bailey goes to town. Lively covers up but takes each shot by surprise. Lively bucks and rolls Bailey over onto his back and now has position on Bailey. Lively drops an elbow down and plants it to Bailey's forehead. Hurrying to his feet, Lively stomps down at Bailey as he rolls and gets away. Lively punt kicks to the ribs of Bailey. He leans over and grabs Bailey, lifting him off the canvas.

Nailz: Back and forth right out the stage, I KNEW this would be a competitive match!

Whipping Anthony Bailey across the ring, Bailey jumps and spring boards off the ropes, twisting around as Lively approaches. Bailey goes for a Spring board Back Kick but Lively ducks it. As Bailey spins around back towards Lively, he's hit with a pin point Dropkick from "Wrestling's Jesus".

Beckett: There is the experience coming into play from Michael Lively! The only other man on Asylum to have held the Undisputed Championship..

Lively taunts the live audience as he rises quickly to his feet. Boos pour down into the ring and he feeds off of them. He again reaches down and pulls Bailey up but Anthony Bailey drives a side elbow to his midsection. Again, another elbow touches down with force to Lively's gut as he releases his grasp on Bailey. Shoving Lively back, Anthony Bailey whips his leg and connects a Savate Kick to Lively that drops him to the canvas.

Nailz: What a Savate Kick from Anthony Bailey, it's "Promise" in moments like this that have given him his Poster Boy image.

Not wasting time, Anthony Bailey dips out onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckles. On top he leaps, dives off the top turn pad and clutches for a Frogsplash. His body comes down and crashes across Michael Lively and the fans erupt with cheers! He hooks the leg and goes for a pin attempt as the referee drops and makes the count.

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Beckett: Oh Thank You, Thank You JESUS!!

Pushing off of Lively, Bailey gets up and pulls Lively up with him. Scooping up Lively with a Bodyslam but Lively slips out of the lift and clotheslines Bailey to the back of the head. Quickly after hitting a Frontflip Elbow Drop on the downed Bailey, across his back. Up to his feet again, Lively backs into the ropes at the side of Bailey. As Bailey sluggishly pushes to his feet, Lively rushes in and leaps off his feet, hitting Bailey to the side of his head with a Flying Knee. Bailey twirls into a twist before collapsing into the canvas once again. Now on his back, Lively sees his opening. He drags Bailey into position and heads to the nearest turnbuckle. On the top, standing tall over Bailey and the ring, Michael Lively taunts the crowd, signaling for his "Prelude" Finisher. Fans begin chanting, cheering for Bailey to get up or move out of the way. "LET'S GO BAI-LEY!" "LET'S GO BAI-LEY!"

Nailz: He could end it here..Bailey HAS to bounce back right now!!

Beckett: LET'S GO LIVE-LY! This crowd doesn't know cool chants what so ever...

Rejuvenated by the fans, Anthony Bailey finds his second wind and is up faster than Lively expected he could rise. Lively takes off with a front Dropkick but Bailey steps back and it misses its target. Bailey holds the legs of Lively and flips forward, putting a bridge pinfall attempt and takes Lively by surprise again.

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Nailz: That's the second time now, close attempts by Anthony Bailey. Just a little more should get the job done!!

Beckett: If not for Management, I'm sure the crooked members of Dying Breed would be down here already..

Nailz: WHAT!?! Haha..You're kidding right? Cause Dying Breed is crooked? You are something else..

Bailey slams his fists into the canvas as he pushes to his feet. Bailey looks down at Lively and decides on his next move. He gets his back to the turnbuckle and props himself up onto the second turnbuckle. As Michael Lively rises to his feet and turns around, Bailey comes off the second turnbuckle, grabs Lively by the head and spins around, planting him with a Diving DDT. He hooks the leg as both their bodies come to rest on the canvas and the referee is on top of it.

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Nailz: He almost had him there!

The fans begin to boo as Jason Kash and Reaver appear at the top of the ramp. Bailey gets a quick look at them, but keeps his attention on Lively, trying to put him away as Reaver and Kash head down the ramp. There's a real sense of urgency as Bailey pulls Lively up, looking to set him up for the for the Guaranteed Success, but before he can pull it off, Reaver and Kash are both on the apron!

Beckett: This is not the spot Bailey wants to be in!

Things are looking dire for Bailey as Kash and Reaver begin to step into the ring, but before they can get in, William D. Williams and Jair Hopkins are right out there to even the odds! The members of The Dying Breed and Foul Play pair off, brawling in the middle of the ring! Lively focuses on Williams, Hopkins and Reaver trade blows, while Kash and Bailey clash with one another! With all the chaos going on in the ring, the ref has no choice but to call for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

No Contest

Stenfelder: Due to outside interference, the referee has ruled this match a draw!

The two factions continue to go at it as trainers and refs rush down the ramp to try and clear things up! The fans have a loud "DYING BREED! DYING BREED!" chant going, showing their support for Bailey, Hopkins, and Williams!

Nailz: There's certainly no love loss between Foul Play and The Dying Breed!

Beckett: I haven't seen this kind of hatred since my last family reunion! I love it!

APW Asylum cuts to commercial with the officials trying desperately to regain control, but to no avail.

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Adam Stenfelder: The following contest is a FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH and it is used to determine the final entrant into the Gauntlet Match for the APW Tap Out Championship!

The Brazilian audience roars for the announcement.

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.

Adam Stenfelder: Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, weighing 220 pounds... CHRISTIAN KANE!!!

Grabbing his girls by the hair Kane tells the camera to ‘watch this’- but before he can perform the signature three-way kiss, one of the girls is suddenly shoved, and she stumbles, falling to the ground! Aubrey J. Parker grabs Christian Kane by the forearm and begins saying something to him that the cameras can barely pick up as they walk down the ramp, Christian shooting a glance back over his shoulder at his strippers.

Beckett: Well, hey now! I’m- I’m not sure that’s okay!

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. AJP applauds from ringside.

Nailz: Ha, these two weren’t exactly quiet earlier today. They had an altercation with Terry Marvin at the beginning of the night and I don’t think Parker and Kane are too happy about how things transpired. And of course, you see Aubrey J. Parker walking a little gingerly there... she was getting examined after her match with TJ, but we don’t have details. Apparently she’s out here willing to support Christian Kane though.

Beckett: Because they’re team players. I think Christian Kane could take this tonight. I know he and TJ are familiar with one another, so if they end up locking up at Mayhem, maybe they’ll already know one another’s tricks- each others’ moves- and we’ll see a classic in that Gauntlet!

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.

The lights dim and as the opening chords of ‘Endless Possibility’ start to play and the name ‘Logan Alexander’ appears on the tron. The crowd begins to cheer even though Logan doesn’t emerge from the entryway, while a video package covering many of his APW matches and several other older ones from other feds plays on the tron. One section of the crowd begins to buzz more loudly than the others, and the camera quickly focus on that section of it. Logan comes into view shortly after. His expression is cool and focused as he makes his way through the crowd towards the ringside area, acting as if they weren’t even there.

Adam Stenfelder: On his way to the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, weighing in at 223 pounds... LOGAN ALEXANDER!!!

Once at the ringside barricade, he places his hands on it and practically vaults over it, into the ringside area. Logan climbs the ring steps and steps onto the ring apron. He climbs into the ring, watching his opponent as he does so, and moves into one corner. There, he removes and drops his jacket to one of the ring side technicians, then approaches the ropes where Parker is seated on the apron, beckoning him over. As she speaks to Logan, his eyes move between Christian Kane and the ramp as his music fades.

Nailz: Christian Kane and Logan Alexander were on the same page last Monday on Meltdown... but is that going to be the case tonight?

Beckett: My money’s on no. An opportunity to be the Tap Out Champion is at stake!! It’s every man for himself tonight.

"My Own Hell" by Five Finger Death Punch plays. After a few seconds, Reaver darts out and grabs the dreads on his mask. He goes to the top of the ramp and stares at the crowd. He tilts his head and storms down to the ring. He heads to the back of the ring and sits in the corner rocking back and forth before standing up; hops around in the corner with a stern focused look ready to attack.

Adam Stenfelder: And in the ring, weighing in at, 255 pounds, representing Foul Play... REEEAAAAVER!!!

Beckett: Something that struck me as odd this week is that Reaver told everybody that his interest was in the Tag Team Championships- not the Tap Out Title. It makes you wonder where his focus will be in this match. He said that he wants to hurt Hopkins... and with Fatal Four Way matches having no disqualifications, and Reaver having nothing to lose... what’s stopping him from doing it!?

Nailz: Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Reaver’s a sick man and tonight, he has sick intentions.

Beckett: ...heh, awesome.

Nailz: You would.

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 …”

Adam Stenfelder: And on his way to the ring, from the Bronx, New York, weighing 205 pounds, he is one half of the APW Tag Team Champions, representing the Dying Breed... JAAAIIIIRRR HOPKINS!!!

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.

Nailz: And Jair Hopkins is a man that is over the drama, and over the disrespect! Tonight, he looks to silence the critics. Tonight, he looks to make everything stop. He wants to turn things around for the better... and what better way to start than by qualifying for a chance to win some singles’ gold?

Beckett: Is his mind on that right now? Or is it on getting revenge on M&M and Foul Play in the form of Logan Alexander, Christian Kane, and Reaver?

Nailz: Well, that kind of motivation can either hinder or help a man.

Beckett: He needs to focus on not letting Reaver do whatever it is Reaver wants to do to him.

All four men get into the center of the ring and listen to the referee run down the rules... and then he backs away, calling for the bell!

Fatal Four Way for Tap-Out Gauntlet Spot
Jair Hopkins vs Christian Kane vs Logan Alexander vs Reaver

The bell rings and immediately Reaver goes after Jair Hopkins. The smaller Hopkins jumps at him, fists flying, but Reaver captures him and nails a thunderous spinning Spinebuster! He lays into Hopkins with hard right hands but Hopkins fires back with elbows and forearms. Christian Kane and Logan Alexander watch the exchange for a while and Reaver hits Reaver with a hard left hand that knocks Reaver off kilter. Reaver falls off of Hopkins and both men climb to their feet, slowly... but Christian Kane charges into Jair Hopkins, rushing him into the corner with knee strikes while Logan Alexander captures Reaver in a front facelock and nails a Release Snap Suplex! Reaver rolls across the ring and Logan follows by charging and nailing a Baseball Slide to the back that knocks Reaver beneath the bottom rope and to the outside! He then turns his attention to the corner where Christian Kane has forced Jair Hopkins on the top turnbuckle and is positioning him for a Superplex- but Hopkins is fighting back with shots to the ribs!

Nailz: These men aren’t in a good place!

Beckett: Save him, Logan!

Logan makes his way to the corner, but Hopkins hits Christian Kane with an uppercut that sends Kane sailing off the top! Logan steps him just in the knick of time, but the distraction is enough for Hopkins to fly from the top for a Cross Body and take Logan down!

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Nailz: Look!

Logan Alexander rolls over, taking a hold of Jair after the count of two and gets to his knees. With minor difficulty, he lifts Jair up and then forces him up onto his shoulders before drilling him with a Samoan Drop! Logan makes the cover now!

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Beckett: Reaver with the save! He’s not ready for this one to be over just yet!!

Nailz:Yeah... and his reasoning is a little bit more morbid than the other three Megastars in the ring. It might be about time for things to get messy.

Reaver forces Logan up to his feet and sprints to the corner with a handful of his hair, forcing Logan skull-first into the top turnbuckle! Logan’s knees buckle and Reaver takes a step back, looking on the outside at Aubrey J. Parker, who grimaces and takes a few steps back. Reaver then hits a huge haymaker to the back of Logan’s head and Logan slumps to the ground! The crowd boos and Reaver turns, ducking as Christian Kane runs at him for a Clothesline! Kane rebounds and Reaver hits a Powerslam! Christian Kane climbs to his feet, a hand on his back and Reaver hits a Scoop Slam! Reaver turns and Jair Hopkins is able to hit him with a running Front Dropkick to cheers from the crowd! Once again, the momentum of the move takes Reaver over the middle rope and out to the apron. Hopkins springboards off the ropes and nails a Flying Calf Kick that takes Reaver to the ground!

Nailz: Impressive flury by Hopkins, but he needs to look out! Logan Alexander is back up!

Hopkins pulls himself up with the ropes and turns- into Logan Alexander hitting a hard stomp to the midsection! Logan then goes for the Piledriver which ears gasps, boos, and cheers all from the audience, but Hopkins drops down to his knees and then forces himself up, launching Logan over the ropes and to the floor! Logan lands on top of the fallen Reaver and crawls to his knees, beginning to get up.

Beckett: Hopkins is about to fly!!

Hopkins goes to leap up and over the top rope, but Christian Kane grabs him out of the air by his legs and hits an extremely modified Electric Chair Facebuster! He rolls Hopkins over and covers him!

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Christian Kane rolls to the turnbuckles and stalks Hopkins as he gets to his feet. Hopkins turns around and Kane goes for the SSK but Hopkins ducks and hits a Dropkick to Kane’s leg! Kane falls to the ground, holding his leg in pain! Hopkins hoists him up, hitting him with a knee smash to the jaw! Kane goes limp and Hopkins lifts him up, nailing a Lifting Inverted DDT! Christian Kane bounces off of his skull and lies in the center of the ring!

Nailz: Jair Hopkins is going for the OMFG!

Beckett: CHRISTIAANNN!

The crowd is deafening as Hopkins signals for the end and he runs to the ropes, looking for that Springboard Mushroom Stomp, but Logan Alexander pulls the middle rope down and Hopkins lands flat on his back outside! Logan Alexander waits for him to shakily get to his feet and then immediately hits a Spear!... but he doesn’t notice Reaver slide into the ring and pin the hurt Christian Kane! AJP screams CK to “kick out!” from the outside and the referee makes the count!

Nailz: Reaver’s stealing it! Reaver is going to Mayhem to fight for the Tap Out Championship!

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There is a mixture of disappointment and relief from the audience. Reaver pays the audience no mind and forces Christian Kane up onto his shoulders back-first!

Beckett: Broken Promise!

Christian Kane squirms free and lands behind Reaver! He drops down and nails a Low Blow!

Beckett: Haha it’s LEGAL!

Reaver spits and swears as he falls to his stomach, rolling on the mat. Christian Kane hits him with a punt to the chest and then climbs to the top rope. The Christian Kane faithfuls in the audience shout ”I’M BAD!” along with him as he leaps from the top, going for the Moonsault... but Reaver gets his knees up! Christian Kane cries out and writhes on the mat in pain, holding his ribs! AJP screams for Christian to get up, slamming her hands agains the apron.

Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, Jair Hopkins and Logan Alexander are exchanging blows against the barricade! Logan gets the upperhand by hitting a Savate Kick that stuns Jair Hopkins. Logan spends a few seconds catching his breath and then turns to make his way back to the ring- but Hopkins hits a German Suplex that sends Logan back first into the barricade! The crowd comes alive, screaming for the maneuver as Logan lies across the top of the barricade, suspended above the ground. Jair crawls back to the steel steps. Reaver is getting back to his feet in the ring, and he forces Christian Kane to his feet by his hair!

Nailz: Logan Alexander’s down! Jair Hopkins doesn’t know where he is! Christian Kane is out on his feet!

Beckett: This moment belongs to Reaver!

Before Reaver can initiate anything, Christian Kane grabs him by the dreads of his mask and turns, throwing him over the top rope!

Beckett: For the third time, Reaver is dumped out of the ring!

Nailz: And Hopkins flies!

Hopkins springboards onto the top rope and comes off for a DDT that plants the unsuspecting Kane in the middle of the ring! Kane goes completely limp and Hopkins pushes him onto his back. He points to the ropes again and charges them, leaping to the middle, and hitting the Springboard Double Foot Stomp!

Nailz: He hit the OMFG! Cover on Christian!!

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Shrieking, AJP dives into the ring, forcing Hopkins off of Kane! Hopkins rolls off, but stops and his eyes lock on Parker. The crowd cheers as Aubrey realizes where she is, backing herself up into the corner, offering her biggest, most innocent smile. Hopkins shakes his head and reaches down, grabbing a handful of her hair. Aubrey shrieks again!!

Beckett: Hey, let her go!

Nailz: She shouldn’t be there anyway!

Aubrey is pleading with Hopkins as he begins to lift her up...but he’s suddenly grabbed from the outside of the ring and yanked out by Reaver! Hopkins immediately fires back and catches Reaver with an elbow right into his mouth. They exchange fists, but eventually Reaver is able to Clothesline Hopkins over the barricade and into the crowd!

Nailz: They’re taking this one out into the stands with these fans in Sao Paulo!

Beckett: Christian Kane’s back up... he’s the only man left in the ring-

In one swift motion, Logan Alexander slides into the ring, waiting just in time for Christian Kane to get back to his feet and then...

REVISED CHAOS THEORY!

Logan Alexander jumps onto Christian Kane’s back and takes him to the ground with the Rear Naked Choke with Body Scissors! Christian Kane is completely caught off guard and reaches for the ropes, then reaches out toward Aubrey J. Parker, but after a few moments is forced to tap on the mat, completely at a loss for oxygen!!

The bell rings and Aubrey looks at Logan in shock from the corner as he climbs to his feet, holding his back in pain while the referee raises his arm.

Adam Stenfelder: Here is your winner, as a result of a Submission... LOGANNN ALEXANNDEERRR!

Nailz: Logan Alexander did it- and he did it his way! By earning it! By FIGHTING his way into the Tap Out Championship Gauntlet!

Beckett: He just blindsided his own stablemate to do it though!

Nailz: What’s their motto, though? By any means necessary?

Logan smiles at Aubrey after the referee leaves him to check on Christian Kane and takes a small bow. Aubrey gives him a very questionable look, keeping her eyes on Logan as he slides out of the ring. He moves to the ropes and whispers something to her, to which she just responds with a slow nod. Logan turns and makes his way up the ramp, and Aubrey pushes the referee out of the way, tending to Christian herself as the cameras cut away.

The scene fades in on the locker room of The Real Show Terry Marvin. He’s just pulled on his referee shirt and scowls as he looks at it in the mirror. Suddenly a voice from behind him comes…

Phil Atken: Man, you look hideous in stripes.

Terry’s scowl only grows as he spins around.

Terry Marvin: Shouldn’t you be hiding under a rock somewhere?

Phil Atken: Right cause I‘m a spineless insect right?

Terry Marvin: Actually I was hoping a Meteor crashed into you‘re foul smelling carcass… No such luck?

Phil smirks taking the insult in stride.

Phil Atken: I gotta say, this new attitude of yours….I don‘t like it.

Terry Marvin: Well, I don‘t give a flying fuck what you like.

Phil Atken: But you should. We have a chance today to narrow things down for Mayhem. Think about it, we can put Keaton Saint out of our minds and go on to a one on one contest in two weeks...

Terry just laughs.

Terry Marvin: And why would I want to do that?

Phil Atken: Oh, I don‘t know… because the guy buried a steel chair in your head last week?

Terry Marvin: He was aiming for you.

Phil Atken: Was he?

Phil smirks at Terry.

Phil Atken: A leapord never changes his stripes.

Terry Marvin: Spots.

Phil Atken: Whatever. I know you, and I know you want your revenge. You control the fate of both of us today. And I know the man underneath this façade. You‘ll do the right thing….the REAL right thing.

He smacks him on his shoulder and smiles before leaving.

Terry glares after him before he turns to grab his duffle bag. He turns again to exit the room and standing there is Keaton Saint.

Keaton Saint: Got a minute?

Terry Marvin: Not particularly no.

Terry tries to go past him but Keaton stops him.


Keaton Saint: Just wondering. You gonna let your true colors show tonight? Or you gonna keep up this charade one more show?

Terry Marvin: Why so interested in my true colors Keaton? Worried the world finally saw yours come out two weeks ago?

Keaton stays dead pan as he looks Marvin in the eye.

Keaton Saint: You believe what you want to believe about that.

Terry Marvin: And you believe what you want to believe about me. But when all is said and done in 2 weeks… you will shake my fucking hand!

Keaton scoffs like that will never happen.

Keaton Saint: I‘m going to turn around and leave now so you can scout out the perfect position to shove that knife in my back tonight.

Terry Marvin: From bell to bell, no matter how much I hate you…I‘ll call this right down the middle. This is your match to win or lose, and I‘ll not give you an excuse!

Terry locks eyes with Keaton, a deep intense stare that doesn’t break for a good minute when Keaton turns and leaves the room. Terry just smirks.

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The Dying Breed comes into view backstage. Anthony Bailey is giving quick "bro hugs" to Williams. Jair Hopkins is still in his ring gear and looks in need of a shower but he gives his props to Bailey before entering and disappearing in the locker room. Bailey turns and heads down the hallway on his own. As the Dying Breed door closes, Jason Kash creeps out from the shadows. He has a smile on his face and a Steel Folding Chair in his hands. He slowly follows Bailey down the hallway. Stopping at a vending machine, Bailey puts in some change from his pocket and makes his selection. As he leans over to grab what he purchased, he is clobbered across his back hard with a Steel Chair.

Bailey: Uggh...

He drops to his hands and knees as Kash stands next to him. Kash drops the chair and gets down on his hands and knees next to Bailey. Kash pulls out a tube of Super Glue from his pocket and speaks clearly and loud enough for Bailey to hear him as well as the cameras.

Kash: I could do a lot of things with this tiny tube of glue. Your eyelids, your lips! Or how funny would you look with your nostrils glued shut? Haha. I could even glue you to yourself if you know what I mean..Yes, that's an American Pie reference in a sense. Instead though..

As Kash twists off the tube of glue, Bailey tries to rise up, move away from Kash but from out of the scene comes a man who rushes in and kicks Bailey to the ribs. He drops onto the cemented floor again as Kash proceeds to Super Glue Bailey's palms to the ground. After the glue quickly dries, Bailey pulls but his hands are stuck. Kash pushes and stands to his feet, looking down at Bailey as laughter is heard from Kash and the man next to him. Bailey tries to look, tries to see the other man with Kash, only assuming it'd be Reaver but as the camera pulls out and shows the man. It's clearly not Reaver. Bailey realizes this as the man speaks out...

Man: My best friend...

Bailey: Rob? Rob, what the heck man?

Rob: Well it's good to know you still recognize my voice. How are you..Oh, what am I saying! I see that you've in bad shape right now.

Kash: It's awesome that you and your friend have reunited! Tasha was just the thing that got your attention Bailey but this? Rob right here puts the ball in my court. Your childhood friend, your BEST friend and he feels about you the same way I do.

Yanking Bailey tries to get free but his palms begin to hurt as he pulls at the glued area.

Bailey: I'm gonna KILL YOU KASH!! I'm gonna rip your head off and SH...

Kash punt kicks Bailey to the face and his words are cut off.

Kash: Yeah..that wasn't your window to jump in. Now is your time to listen Bailey because this isn't just to add to what I've already done to you. I'll let Rob here, MY new friend explain the purpose of our "Get Together" here..

Rob kneels down on one knee close to Bailey's face. Bailey with a little blood rolling off his bottom lip lays with his face to the concreted floor.

Rob: At Mayhem..You will have to step into the ring with this man right here. All you've done in the past against him no longer matters. He has given you so many moments that you should be grateful for. Your World Title Shot, your WOMAN...And now you have me back in your life. At Mayhem it won't be your world that you must compete in. It's his and his rules...Which of course as you know means No Rules. Anything goes. And I'll be in his corner...

Kash: Haha..And next time Bailey...Next time I have to make you see me, notice me, focus on me...It'll be because I duct taped your Mother and locked her in a trunk. I'm Foul Playing it but you already know that don't you Bails? See you at Mayhem..

Rob stands up and Kash walks passed him from behind. They start to head down the hallway as Bailey yells out at them.

Bailey: I'M GONNA HURT YOU KASH!! I'M GONNA HURT YOU!!! GRRRRAAAHHHH!!! GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!!

Staff and EMTs come rushing down the hallway. William D. Williams and Jair Hopkins come soon after but Kash and Rob are nowhere to be seen as the camera cuts back to ringside.

We return to the back and M&M have returned to examination room where the doctor seen with AJP earlier is standing between the two, emphasizing certain points on what are (apparently) X-rays with his finger.

Doctor: It's definitely a fracture- but it's nowhere near as severe as I thought. I would estimate that you'll be missing 3 to 4 weeks of action until it's able to heal properly.

AJP: FOUR WEEKS!?

Doctor: Just an estimation.

He pushes the photos closer to Parker and then places his personal belongings into a briefcase.

Doctor: Our follow-up is scheduled for tomorrow morning. I make house calls...

He gives Logan and Aubrey a nod and steps out of the room, leaving the door open as he disappears around the corner. Aubrey crosses her arms angrily and turns to Logan, starting to say something- but can only wince in pain and unfold her arms.

AJP: This is TJ's fault.

LA: Clearly... but there isn't much you can do about it right now. Or at least you shouldn't concern yourself with doing anything about it right now.

AJP: I want you to make him tap, Logan. And if he won't, then break his damn leg. Both of them, if you have to...

LA: If I get into the gauntlet that was exactly what I was going to do anyway, assuming no one else beats me to it.

AJP: Good... make sure he walks out with absolutely nothing.

LA: That's the plan... presuming he's capable of walking out at all.

Both of them share a small chuckle at that... and then AJP's eyes travel toward the door where the crowd roars with a mixed reaction- mainly cheers of approval- as Kaylyn James Evans is shown standing in the opened doorway of the examiner's room.

AJP: Well, look... it's the love of my life.

KJE: Save it.

Parker rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. Logan stands on his guard as KJE timidly takes a couple of steps into the room.

KJE: I promise you Parker, your time is coming.

AJP: Oh yeah?

KJE: Yeah.

AJP: Been hearing that for years, bitch. Bring it.

KJE pokes AJP's ribcage and Parker grunts, slapping her hand away. Kaylyn smiles.

KJE: No more surprises from the lot of you. My manager has my back completely. While you're at it though... why don't you tell your little puppy dog that I have a few words to say to him as well. I'd tell him myself but he's been in hiding since he interrupted my match with Logan.

AJP laughs a little but stops as the pain shoots through her ribs. She bites her lip and speaks softly to Kaylyn.

AJP: No need. You can tell him yourself.

KJE: Oh?

AJP: Yeah... see, Schmidt thought that with my ribs, Kaylyn James Evans versus Aubrey J. Parker might not have the same impact that he wanted it to... so we made a change to the Suicidal Championship match at Mayhem.

Instead of facing me... you're facing me, and Christian Kane. It's a triple threat match but- but I'm hurt, Kay-Baby. And I don't think I can just bring myself to put my Tag Team Title opportunity and my health in jepoardy by climbing in that ring at Mayhem. I just- I just can't.

So you two can work out your differences then. I'll just watch like a good girl. Promise.

Kaylyn glares at Aubrey for a long time while the crowd buzzes about this announcement. Aubrey gives Kaylyn a big smirk and KJE just looks her up and down before turning and leaving the room. Aubrey's smile fades into a glare as soon as Kaylyn leaves... and she watches as Kaylyn walks down the hall a bit, meeting somebody at the end of it; a tall, long-haired man.

The person isn't immediately visible to M&M, nor to the camera, and they are already out of sight when the camera moves out to the hallway to try to catch up.

LA: Any idea who that was?

Aubrey simply shakes her head and sinks back into the room, remaining silent as the scene fades out to black.

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Asylum comes back from commercial, with the camera focused on the announce team of Russ T. Nailz and Steve Beckett.

Nailz: Welcome back, folks. We’re moments away from our Main Event match-up, but before we get to that, we’ve got to invite you to join us in two weeks for APW Mayhem, live on Pay-Per-View! It’s going to be a huge night of action, and the Asylum side of the card is stacked!

The screen transitions to a Meltdown Placard with photos of Jair Hopkins and Reaver front and center.

Nailz: Due to the outcome of the Fatal Four Way Match, Jair Hopkins and Reaver will face off on Monday, May 20th, at the Meltdown Mega Show! It’ll be Dying Breed versus Foul Play, and if what transpired earlier tonight was any indication, this one won’t be for the faint of heart!

Rock and roll music begins to blare as the screen switches to the blue background for Mayhem, with Kaylyn James Evans, Aubrey J. Parker, and Christian Kane all pictured. KJE has the Suicidal Championship around her waist.

Beckett: Just moments ago, we found out that the Suicidal Championship Match went from a one-on-one match to a Triple Threat! AJP looks to settle the score with her bitter rival, KJE, but Christian Kane is crashing the party! The odds are certainly against Parker regaining the title, as not only are KJE and Kane a formidable tag team, but she has that fractured finger!

Nailz: Yeah, but you’re forgetting that KJE and Kane aren’t exactly on the same page either! This one is going to be unpredictable and exciting!

The screen spins in and out, switching to “The Soul of Philly” TJ, William D. Williams, Young Mannie, Michael Lively, and Logan Alexander. TJ has the Tap Out Championship over his shoulder.

Nailz: Another huge title match will take place in Rio de Jinero, as TJ puts his Tap Out Championship on the line in a Knock Out Rules Gauntlet Match! Two men will start the match, and when one gets Knocked Out, another competitor will make their way down the ramp! The order is completely random, but we do know that TJ is entering first!

Beckett: Will TJ’s hubris cost him, or will he be able to leave Rio de Jinero still the Tap Out Champion?

The screen spins in and out, transitioning to Jason Kash and Anthony Bailey in front of the blue background.

Beckett: One of the most personal matches on the card, Anthony Bailey takes on his long time nemesis, Jason Kash in a match with No Disqualifications!

Nailz: There’s quite the history between these two, and it all comes to a head at Mayhem!

Another spin out, and another transition, this time to Reginald Schmidt and Stefan Raab.

Nailz: This match, between APW Asylum General Manager, Reginald Schmidt and “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab, is one of the most important matches on the card in regards to the future of Asylum! If Raab wins, he becomes the man in charge!

Beckett: I know Raab was threatening Bambi, but Reginald should have known better than to agree to this match! In two weeks, we’ll more than likely be ushering in the era of Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania!

The screen spins in and out one last time, transitioning to the pictures of Terry Marvin, Keaton Saint, and “The Unfortunate” Phil Atken! The APW Undisputed Championship is around the waist of Terry.

Nailz: And in our Main Event, APW Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin defends his title against not one, but two men, as Keaton Saint and Phil Atken both challenge for the belt!

Beckett: Terry Marvin does not have the champion’s advantage in this match. In fact, he doesn’t even need to be pinned to lose the belt! Keaton Saint is hungry to prove that his World Heavyweight Title win wasn’t a fluke, while Atken wants to get back to his championship ways! Who will leave Mayhem the champion? You’ll have to join us on pay per view in two weeks to find out!

The screen switches back to Nailz and Beckett.

Nailz: Listen, folks, you do not want to miss Mayhem! Nobody does pay per view like APW! We hope you join us on Sunday, May 19th!

Stenfelder: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is this evenings MAIN EVENT!

IT’S SHOWTIME

There is a mixed reaction from the crowd as “Hate Me Now” plays over the loudspeakers. Through the curtain walks The Real Show Terry Marvin wearing a black and white striped referee shirt. The title belt is wrapped around his waist. He smirks all the way down before he gets into the ring. He takes his title off and goes to each turnbuckle posing for the fans which respond with “mostly” boos. He hops back down and holds his title up high. He stands in the middle of the ring and smirks waiting.

Stenfelder: Let me introduce to you at this time, the special guest referee…. APW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION….. Terry Marvin!!!

Nailz: I’m pretty sure each and every one of these fans is certain on how this is going to go down. This match will be nothing but complete Chaos.

Becket: NONSENSE! Terry is a man of honor and respect. He will see that this match gets the professionalism it deserves.

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

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

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. Terry comes over and stares down Phil who just smiles and laughs at him. Terry explains the rules and Phil says “Since when did you care about rules? You’ve gone soft.”

Stenfelder: Introducing first from Glasgow, Scotland and weighing in at 192 pounds… PHIL ATKEN!

Nailz: This is Atken’s chance to prove he truly belongs in the Mayhem Match. He caused a ruckus last week and has been all and all full of mischief.

Becket: Proves he belongs in this match? He was the World Heavyweight Champion for WAY longer than Keaton… of course he belongs in this match!

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. He looks wearily at Terry who comes over and checks Keaton and explains the rules. They jaw back and forth a bit. Terry points to the steel chair and then to his head and says “I didn’t forget”

Stenfelder: And his opponent from London England and weighing in at 248 pounds…. KEATON SAINT!

Nailz: Keaton was involved in some controversy last week with our Referee when he inadvertently smacked him with a steal chair.

Becket: BULLSHIT! He meant to do that and everyone knows it. It‘s his inner demon!

Keaton Saint vs. Phil Atken

Keaton and Phil stare at each other from across the ring. They seem to be ready to explode at each other when…..

BAM!!!

Nailz: MY GOD! Terry Marvin just nailed Keaton Saint with the TITLE BELT! I knew something like this was going to happen!

Becket: HEY! Turnabout is fair play. This is just payback for last week!!

The crowd boos loudly as Phil Atken just smiles and looks to Terry. He then looks down to Keaton and runs to attack when….

BAM!!!!

Nailz: WHAT THE! He just knocked out Phil Atken too!

Becket: SEE! I told you he was going to be fair and impartial!

Terry smirks as some of the boos turn to cheers. He tosses the title to the outside now and calls for the bell to officially start this match.

DING! DING! DING!

He then turns back around and sees that both Phil and Keaton are down… he throws his hands up faking surprise as he looks at both of them. He begins to count them out!

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Keaton and Phil both begin to stir and crawl to adjacent corners.

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Keaton and Phil pull themselves up and recline back in the corner and both look at Marvin with a scowl. Marvin just smirks and points at both of them and screams “PAYBACK” and then tells them to fight each other!

Nailz: Well I GUESS Terry is done playing games now. Was this all just a ploy to get in his opponents heads before next week?

Becket: Marvin has a golden opportunity here to make sure neither of his opponents make it to Mayhem in on piece.

Atken charges right at Keaton who dispatches him quickly with a high angled hip toss that sends Phil down hard on his back. Keaton then turns to Terry and looks at him menacingly. Terry just smirks and tugs at his ref shirt knowing Keaton can’t touch him. Keaton gets in his face before he’s Clipped hard in the knee from behind by Phil Atken. Phil quickly grabs Keaton’s leg and looks for the Figure four! But Keaton kicks him off and into the ropes. Keaton sits up just in time to get a running knee to the face. Phil makes a quick cover to the loud boos from the fans.

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KICKOUT!

The crowd pops loudly as Phil bounces back up after the kickout and tells Terry to COUNT FASTER! Terry just laughs at him and tells him to get out of his face.

Nailz: That actually seemed like a fairly timed count if you ask me!

Becket: You seem more surprised than you should be Nailz. .

Atken turns back and begins to go to work on Keaton. He stomps at his legs a bit, kicking the back of his knee hard. He drops an elbow or two on the knee as well. He hooks him in a leg grapevine and really pulls back on the knee trying to hyper extend it. Keaton fights him off and gets out of the hold. But Atken is still in control and pulls him up for a Shin buster. He then grabs him with a quick suplex to the ground. He stomps the hell out of him until Marvin has to pull him off. He and Terry get into a verbal fight and Phil winds up to strike Terry. Terry BEGS him to hit him! But by this time, Keaton is back up and runs at Atken. Phil sees it though and counters with a Spinebuster and then makes the cover.

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KICKOUT!

Becket: Phil is in charge of this contest and SO FAR Terry Marvin’s been a non factor!

Nailz: Other than smacking both competitors with his title belt!

Becket: BAH! That was before the match! Doesn‘t Count.

Atken locks in a sleeper hold on Keaton and Marvin is right there to ask Keaton to submit. The crowd boos and Terry seems to be overly aggressive in asking Keaton. But then he notices Phil’s arm slip to choking and he tells him to bring it up. Phil doesn’t and Terry starts a mandatory 5 count. 1.…2.….3.….4.…. Phil is forced to break the hold and gets in Terry’s face. He shoves Terry who smirks and winds up for a big Right hand… Phil cowers back and right into a waiting Keaton saint with a Belly to Back Suplex! The crowd pops loudly as Keaton slowly gets to his feet. He gives Marvin a weary look and then goes back to Phil hitting a hard elbow drop and another. He pull Phil up and whips him into the rope grabbing him with a HARD power slam! He covers.

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KICKOUT!

Nailz: And Keaton is BACK!

Becket: Thanks to this horrible officiating.

Nailz: But you just said….

Becket: Nevermind that!

Keaton pulls him back up and takes him down with a single arm Ddt and pulls up on it in a modified armbar. Phil screams in pain and tries to pull his way out of it. Terry is there to see if he wants to submit. Phil shakes his head and grabs for Marvin to get out of this. Terry slaps his hand away and backs off. Phil manages to get his foot around the rope and Terry has Keaton break the hold. He gets back up and grabs Phil with a Snapmare and drives the knee into his back. He pulls him back up and whips him into the ropes nailing a back body drop on his return as Phil CATAPULTS high into the air and crashes down on his back! Phil rolls then to the outside and drops to one knee catching his breath as the crowd showers down boos loudly.

Nailz: Looks like phil has had enough. ….

Becket: He‘s just taking a little timeout, don‘t be so quick to judge.

Keaton goes to follow him out but Marvin backs him off, points to his shirt and says he’ll take care of it. The crowd boos a bit but Marvin starts counting.

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Phil rolls in the ring and then rolls right back out. He looks up at Marvin and says he’ll take all the damn time he wants. Marvin has to hold Keaton back again before counting.

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Phil rolls back in and out one more time breaking the count. He laughs on the outside and Marvin looks at him and then looks at Saint… He shrugs and steps aside telling Keaton to go get him. Saint smiles and rolls out of the ring. Phil looks shocked and runs away. Saint gives chase and Phil rolls in the ring. He runs to the ropes and comes charging back as Saint gets in. Saint ducks a clothesline, kicks Phil in the gut and hit’s a STALLING FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX! The crowd goes absolutely crazy! He holds on for the pin.

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TH - KICKOUT!

Nailz: My GOD what a close one there from Saint!

Becket: Nonsense, It was a FAST COUNT!

Nailz: Nice Flip Flop there John Kerry.

Keaton slams the mat and sighs. Marvin hold up two fingers with a smirk on his face. Keaton sighs and looks down at Phil. He pulls Him up to his feet He hooks him for a for a DDT but Phil drops to his knees and blocks it. He hit’s a Low blow on Keaton, The crowd boos loudly screaming for a DQ but Marvin is right there. He pulls Phil off and yells at him. Phil flips him off! And goes back to work on Keaton. He shoves him into the corner and unleashes with some massive Elbows in the corner. Terry again pulls him off after a 5 count. He warns Phil that he will disqualify him. Phil hops to the second rope and leaps off with a Axe Handle to the head of Keaton taking him down. He pulls him back up and delivers a pulling piledriver in the middle of the ring. He covers.

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SHOULDER UP!

Becket: Count Faster MARVIN!

Nailz: My god will you Make up your damn mind! You‘re so blatently biased it‘s giving me a headache.

Phil puts Keaton’s leg on the middle rope, jumps up and CRASHES down on it hard with his knee! Marvin scolds him but Phil does it again and again. The crowd boos loudly as Phil slides to the outside and pulls Keaton to the turnbuckle. He SLAMS his leg in the steel post! He goes to do it again, but MARVIN is there on the outside. He blocks Phil and shoves him off. Phil screams at Terry who turns to check on Keaton. Phil grabs a steel chair now and comes at Marvin who turns around last second. Phil stands there awkwardly. Marvin glares at him and now screams at him to drop the Chair. Atken shrugs and then goes to swing it at Marvin who blocks it and rips the chair away. He shoves it in Atkens gut and drops him with a DDT ON THE CHAIR to loud cheers from the fans!

Becket: He can‘t do that! He can‘t do that!

Nailz: Marvin got Tired of Phil’s antics And just snapped!

Marvin gets up and pulls at his hair pissed at what he just did. He kicks the announce table as Keaton stumbles to the outside. He stares Marvin down as he pulls Phil over and shoves him into the ring. He tells Marvin to get in before sliding in himself. Marvin seems pissed that he got involved and then slides in the ring. Keaton hits an inverted DDT and then makes the cover. Marvin is forced to count.

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Marvin looks almost Relieved, But Keaton questions the slow count as the crowd boos loudly. Marvin insists it was a normal count. Keaton grabs Phil for a German Suplex. He then doesn’t let up as he pulls him right up for an over to head Belly to Belly suplex. He grabs him again with a Gutwrench power bomb and makes yet another cover.

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Becket: YES! Phil is still alive!

Nailz: That was the closest three count I’ve ever seen. And I must say that Marvin has been MUCH more partial of a ref that I gave him credit for at the start of this match.

Keaton pulls him right back up and hit’s the PARAGON DDT! He holds in a neck lock in the middle of the ring and Phil has NO WHERE to go! Marvin is right there to ask Phil if he want’s to give up. Keaton and Terry lock eyes as Keaton smirks. Terry gets on his knees and glares at Keaton. His fist ball up like he’s about to strike him, but he fights the urge. He instead looks at Phil who screams in pain. He tries to reach for the ropes….but they’re no where near!

Becket: Oh no! I think Phil is fading fast. He’s got no where to go!

Nailz: With the title match coming up next week, you‘ve got to wonder what kind of shape he‘s going to be in.

Phil starts to fade and all the fight goes out of him. The crowd cheers loudly for Keaton as Atken begins to tap out. Immediately Terry calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Stenfelder: Winner of this match by Submission…. KEATON SAINT!

Keaton breaks the hold and stands up celebrating. Phil rolls out of the ring to the outside. Marvin pulls Keaton to his feet and raises his hand quickly and briefly. Keaton doesn’t take his eyes off of Terry.

Nailz: Next week, these two will square off along with Phil for the APW Undisputed Championship. There is certainly no love lost between ANY of these men. This will be an AMAZING match.

An attendant on the outside slides the Undisputed title into the ring. Terry goes down to pick it up but Keaton does the same. They lift it up, each holding one side of it. Terry and Keaton glare at each other uncomfortably as the crowd cheers!

Becket: UH OH! Seems like things are about to pick up!

Marvin pulls the title towards him, but Keaton doesn’t let go. He instead pulls it towards him. The two seem to be engaged in a tug of war of sorts.

Nailz: Look out!

Atken comes in the ring with a Steel chair making a b-line for Keaton. Keaton backsteps out of the way, pulling Marvin along as he still has a hold of the belt and….

RIGHT INTO THE PATH OF THE CHAIR!

Becket: MY GOD! Keaton just pulled Marvin into that chair shot!

Nailz: I don‘t think it was intentional!

Terry goes down hard as the title falls. To the Mat. Keaton ducks out of the ring as Phil swings again. He then drops the chair and grabs up the Undisputed title. The crowd boos loudly as Phil smiles and shines the belt up a little bit.

Nailz: WELL! There you have it folks. Next week, Keaton Saint and Phil Atken try to take the APW Undisputed title from what will be the longest reigning Undisputed Champ of all time! Can they do it, or will Marvin persevere?

Becket: From the looks of things…. The outlook isn’t too bright for Marvin!