Raab-A-Mania 6/2 Lafayette, Louisiana

[President Jeff]

Rammstein's "Du Hast" blares over the speakers as fireworks shoot from the stage! The usual Asylum set up of padded walls supporting the Action-Tron is up, but with the addition of two large banners on either side of the stage with Stefan Raab's grinning mug on either side! The fans are on their feet, holding their signs high in the air!

Nailz: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Sunday Night Asylum!

Beckett: You mean Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania! What are you doing, man? Trying to get fired?

Nailz: Well no, but for those of you who did not get to see Mayhem, what my partner here is referring to is the fact that at Mayhem, "The Killerplauze" defeated Reginald Schmidt in a match with control of Asylum on the line. Raab won, and rechristened this broadcast Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania. But despite the silly name, we have a huge night of action in store live from the Cajundome in Lafayette, Louisiana!

Beckett: That's right! We are just one short month away from Test for the Best, and tonight, we'll be running our first batch of Qualifying Matches! Every match tonight is a Test for the Best Qualifier, except for our Main Event!

Nailz: And what a Main Event it's going to be, as Overdrive Mega Star Biggs has come to the Asylum to fight on the behalf of Reginald Schmidt, taking on "The Killerplauze" Stefan Raab, with Raab's control of Asylum on the line!

Beckett: How many times do I have to tell you? It's Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania!

Wrenches and Kings by Linkin Park starts to play over the sound system as Stefan comes out of the curtain with the fans booing the hell out of him.

Nailz: "Oh here we go with the idiot starting the show."

Beckett: "Since when have we seen Stefan start any show? Come on now it's his own show tonight."

Nailz: We'll see how long this show lasts. Hopefully it's only for tonight after Biggs defeats him.

Beckett: "Oh shut up Nailz. Let Stefan have his own moment especially he's in prison all the time now."

Stefan then asks for a microphone as he gets ready to talk in front of the fans.

Stefan Raab: "Let me just say how much I have to thank Reginald for letting me have my show running in APW. Really who thought Reginald was going to beat me? He didn't even put up a fight since I knocked his butt out bad. Starting tonight, people have to listen to my orders on what I say goes because I will get very angry if people don't listen to me."

Boos were heavy and people chanting Raab sucks throughout the entire arena as he closes his eyes with his hands in the air like he was adoring the boos as he continues to speak after putting his hands down and continues to speak.

Stefan Raab: "I'm the only wrestler in the entire of APW that has their own entire show running tonight which is just great that from that alone I broke records by doing that. So what if I'm breaking the rules. I want to have fun and this ignoring me garbage had to end sooner than later because I deserve to have better matches than just lower to mid card matches. I've grown since my early days of being in APW and I deserve so much better than the crap I got when Reginald Schmidt was running the show."

Nailz: "Oh god does this man ever stop complaining?"

Beckett: "He has every right to complain because Stefan hasn't had fair treatment since he's been on Asylum so of course I have to agree with him."

Nailz: "Maybe because he deserves it after how much of a scumbag this German sausage has been to everyone."

Beckett: "Or maybe you should read his interview that he done on APW.com earlier this morning on why he's like that."

Stefan then continues to speak.

Stefan Raab: "I also want to come out here and talk about this eight month no title streak that I've been having since October. You see I haven't had one title shot since I've been on Asylum and I kept my mouth shut for way too long to completely put it out of my mind. I'm fed up with it and it's going to end as from now especially when I defeated Kaylyn James Evans recently in a non title match. I should have had a Suicidal title shot tonight but Jeff ruined that and put me to face against Biggs instead tonight."

He was going to end it there as he didn't have much time with lots of work to do in the office.

Stefan Raab: Biggsy yes I talking to you silly little man. You also ruined my plans of me taking over this show permanently and I'm sick and tired of having to earn things around here when everyone else gets scot-free being handed things. Yeah you've run an Overdrive show for a while in the past with some help but I'm running this all by myself without any help. Prepare to be Raabinated by The Killerplauze because when I win, next week there will be lots of German themed games for wrestlers to do backstage and I will still arrange games if I lose to you tonight since wrestling needs have fun as well. Enjoy the show freaks.

Nailz: Thank goodness that man is out of the ring because I was completely bored to death with his speech.

Beckett: It wasn't boring because everything he said is true though that he feels disrespected by the company.

Stefan is out of the ring as he then went backstage to let the first wrestling match begin.

Nailz: Whatever! Let's send it to Adam Stenfelder in the ring for our first match-up!

Stenfelder: The Opening Contest is a Triple Threat Match and is a Test for the Best Qualifying Match. Introducing FIRST! From Long Beach, California..."The Man Of Many"....LEGION!

"Personal Jesus" plays over the PA as Legion makes his way down the ramp, refusing to even look at the crowd as he saunters toward the ring. He slides into the ring, climbing the nearest turnbuckle and gives the crowd a death stare before jumping back down.

Stenfelder: The next contestant hails from Edinburgh, Scotland! He stands at Six Foot Five and weighs in at Two Hundred and Sixty Pounds..."YOUR Scottish Sensation" EVAN McDONALD!!!

The opening guitar riff to "Rock You Like a Hurricane" blares over the PA system and once the vocals hit Evan comes out with a cocky smirk on his face, he kisses an attractive woman at ringside before he rolls into the ring and poses for the crowd as they boo him.

Beckett: This match is awesome, the newest Asylum Members all together in a match and these fans don't much like any of them? I feel sorry for these people's parents, raising dumb kids..

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

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

Stenfelder: Now introducing, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! He is.."The ORIGINAL BAD BOY" CHRISTIAN KAANEE!!

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

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

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

Legion Vs. Evan McDonald Vs. Christian Kane

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Freshest into the ring, Christian Kane keeps his eyes on both men as he pops out from his corner. McDonald feints as if he's going after Kane but turns and rushes at Legion. Quickly reacting, Legion drops a shoulder and lifts McDonald up and sends him over the top rope to the apron outside the ropes. Christian Kane streamlines across the ring and comes off his feet, clobbering Legion with a flying forearm. Legion shoves Kane back and stumbles at him, dropping him with a sloppy executed Clothesline. Legion roars out as Evan McDonald pulls up onto his feet on the ring apron. Legion rushes McDonald but Evan drops and pulls down the top rope. Legion fumbles over the ropes and catches onto the ring apron next to McDonald.

Nailz: It's great to see such spark from these three men, fighting to keep themselves in the spotlight.

Kane up on his feet steps to the ropes and cracks McDonald to the jaw and he falls back, holding onto the ropes to keep himself from falling to the outside. Legion pops up and socks Kane to the forehead, McDonald comes and pops Legion with a big left overhand punch. The three men having exchanged big shots want to be the ones to win the match. Kane comes in to give another big shot but both Legion and McDonald connect and put Kane on his back. Evan McDonald goes to snatch up Legion but the man from Long Beach breaks free and slaps the HELL out of McDonald. He spins and falls chest first over the ropes.

Beckett: Good Gracious that was a thunder clapping Slap!

Nailz: His face is left with a hand print, see it? Ouch!

Beckett: Do you think Christian Kane would have preferred the slap to the Double Punch drop he got from both men? Probably not!

Turning McDonald so that his back is facing him, Legion ducks down and lifts McDonald with his arms hooked. The fans on their feet can see whats coming as Legion sidesteps off the apron and plants McDonald with his "Faithbreaker" Vertebreaker to the outside! The fans go bonkers as Evan McDonald's neck bends and his eyes jolt before he goes unconscious.

Nailz: Oh My! That is nasty! We're gonna need EMTs out here, McDonald is in desperate need of medical attention!

Beckett: That was AWESOME!!

The referee grabs his head with both hands not believing what just happened. McDonald landed hard and awkward as Legion pushes to his feet, grabbing his butt which got some sting from the executing Finisher. He lays against the ring apron and looks down at McDonald and likes what he has done. He turns and looks to see Christian Kane still laying on the canvas from the double punch and Legion rolls back into the ring under the bottom ropes. Christian Kane kips up and as Legion rises to his feet he is met to the chin with "SSK" and the fans go crazy from the clapping sound of the Superkick.

Beckett: SUPER SEXY KICK!! IT'S OVER! KANE IS THE MAN!!

Legion collapses back into the ropes. He looks dazed and falls forward off the ropes and slaps into the canvas. Christian Kane hurries and locks in his "Canadian Mapleleaf" and Legion screams out from his daze, reaching and clawing but is forced to tap with nowhere to go. The referee calls for the bell as Adam Stenfelder makes it offical.

Stenfelder: Winner via Submission...CHRISTIAN KANE!!

Beckett: Kane played possum! He laid there and took his shot, he made his mark and both Legion and McDonald are left laying out on the canvas...THIS IS A GREAT WAY TO KICK OFF THE NIGHT!! Christian Kane moves on in Test for the Best!

Nailz: I couldn't agree more, Sindicate tallies another victory!

His music plays as Christian Kane rises to his feet and the referee raises his arm in victory. The fans booing and cheering for the "Canadian Sensation" as he smiles and looks around at the disapproving live audience.

[President Jeff]

We cut to the backstage area where Christian Kane is just beginning to pull the wrist tape off of his arms before there is a shriek of joy from the hallways. He turns to the door of his locker room and Aubrey J. Parker rushes through, throwing her arms around him in a hug.

AJP: I knew it!

CK: What'd I tell you?

Aubrey gets off of Kane and starts to say something, but Kane’s eyes raise up past her and to the door where interviewer, Jack Spade makes his entrance. Aubrey turns to him and rolls her eyes.

AJP: You’re such a creeper. I told you we didn’t want to do any interviews.

CK: What do you want?

Spade: I just wanted a few seconds of Christian Kane’s time. I didn’t mean to follow you so closely... yes I did...

The crowd gets a chuckle out of Spade’s blunt honesty, but Parker’s eyes narrow into a glare.

Spade: Christian Kane, first of all, how does it feel to- after months of invalidation- find out that you’re now just a step away from entering Test for the Best... a match in which the winner earns a shot at the World Championship of his or her respective brand? Do you feel a bit apprehensive knowing that the champion is, for all intents and purposes, the ‘leader’ of the New Sindicate?

Christian Kane stares Jack down with the early signs of what could be interpreted as either a grin or a scowl.

CK: I know you want a scoop, and I commend you for trying. But you're not going to get me to comment on that. The New Sindicate is a cohesive unit. Nothing and no one can disunite us.

Spade: And- and the comments made by Level One on Thursday night? How are you and your fellow New Sindicate members planning on responding to that?

CK: Level One is just throwing his toys out of the pram because he didn't get a choice in the decision. He felt threatened that three world class megastars joined to form the New Sindicate and so he should.

Spade: And how do you feel about Level One’s promise to make his presence felt on Raab-a-Mania tonight?

This doesn’t earn a response for a few seconds, but Kane’s face slowly turns gravely serious.

CK: Am I supposed to be quaking in my boots, Spade? Camerabitch.

Kane grabs the lens of the camera and jerks it down so it points to his wrestling boots, then back up again.

CK: Well look at that, I'm not. Level One can do whatever the hell he wants to on Overdrive, but he needs to realize that Asylum, or 'Raab-a-Mania' is the New Sindicate's show. He can grab a microphone and air his grievances about me or any one of the members of this great alliance but that won't deter us at all, because we're all focused on one collective goal...domination. And if that means that one of us has to jump ship to Overdrive to take Level One's championship...? Then so be it. Well...that's if CJ Gates doesn't take it from him next Thursday...

Spade: But what if Level-

AJP: Christ, Spade! Don’t worry about Level One. Worry about how ONE member of the New Sindicate is already a step closer to Test for the Best. Worry about what happens when Christian Kane gets his hands on Kaylyn James Evans and the Suicidal Championship...

CK: The New Sindicate wants more gold, baby, and I'm the man to deliver. People don't believe, and that's fine...for now. We'll see how many disbelievers there are when I leave Kaylyn a broken, beaten, bloody mess and take what's been rightfully mine all along.

Spade: And if you fail to beat Kay-

AJP: Get out.

Spade: But I-

AJP: I hate you. I hate Kaylyn. I hate Level One. I hate Raab-a-Mania. I hate how you’re wasting the New Sindicate’s time with your STUPID questions. Get out!!

She ushers Jack Spade out the door and slams it shut behind him. She turns to Christian Kane, and the look she gives him is a curious one. The scene fades as the two share this gaze, unsure of what to make of what just transpired.

The scene opens to a backstage area as the first 'Raab-a-Mania' event unfolds. The camera's in one of the backstage catering area for APW talent where is settles upon the current Tap Out champion sitting alone at one of the tables, slumped slightly to one side, favouring his injured ribs.

His eyes are fixed on a bottle of water sitting ahead of him on the table. He slowly reaches out with his right arm, while his left hand is hidden from view. tucked into the right side of his jacket. Slowly reaching forward, he closes his right hand around the bottle. He slowly lifts it from the table and brings it back towards him.

He suddenly grimaces and winces as a jolt of pain lances through him. His right arm trembles, his hand spasms, and the bottle of water slips from his grasp, before hitting the edge of the table and rolling off across the floor.

LA: "Damn it!"

The camera pans to the bottle as it rolls away. The bottle comes to a stop as it bumps against the boot of someone standing a short distance behind Logan.

Voice: "Karma, meet Logan. Logan, meet karma."

The camera tilts up, and we see the APW Xtreme Champion, A.C. Smith, belt in hand and a glare on his face. Logan lets his head hang forward not even looking back towards Smith. It's clear he isn't pleased to see his old nemesis, he actually seems resigned to the fact he'll have to deal with this. The rest of the people in catering look on with shocked expressions.

A.C.: "Let me guess. 'Wait, you're an Overdrive guy, you're not supposed to be here.' Well, it just so happens that I have a bone to pick with our Tap Out Champion."

Smith sits down next to Logan, and Logan finally looks over at him. Smith meets his gaze with a stern one of his own.

A.C.: "Let me tell you something, Logan. When your head is on straight, you're fantastic to watch. Bulletproof from a technical standpoint. Someone that fans have no issue getting behind because they know what they're getting night in and night out, and trust me, I know of what I speak.

"But THIS, Logan? The goddamn Sindicate? REALLY? What the hell were you thinking?!"

Smith crosses his arms, demanding an answer as Logan shakes his head. Logan replies, sounding weary and not nearly as confrontational as he's been with Smith in the past when they've crossed paths.

LA: "Really? You came all the way over to Asylum to ask me that? You probably could have saved yourself a lot of time and energy and instead just phoned, texted, or emailed me, left a comment on my blog page, left a voice mail, wrote me a letter."

He smirks slightly at Smith.

LA: "Do you just miss the good old days at the precinct when you could sit there with the bad guy in a little room and interrogate him until he cracked and gave you all the info you desired?"

Now it's Smith who's smirking, adding a chuckle for good measure.

A.C.: "Nice try at dodging the question. I do miss the good old days, but not those. The ones I miss are when you had some semblance of a clue about who to associate with.

"Terry Marvin and Level-One will be nice to you for now. But the minute, the SECOND, you show anything resembling weakness, which you did by dropping that bottle when I walked in, they will throw the knife in your back and leave you for dead. They've done it before, and they'll do it again.

"See, I've always held a certain respect for you because of how long I've known you. That's why I'm here. Notice that I've made a conscious attempt to not see Miss Parker, who I lost any and all respect for LONG ago.

"I know you want to be the guy APW revolves around, because you've ALWAYS been that way. And when things don't go exactly the way you want them to, you make bad decisions about who to align with. Do I need to bring up Low?"

Suddenly, Logan tenses up, and a hint of anger comes over his face.

A.C.: "Apparently not.

"Consider this a nickel's worth of free advice, one I don't have to give you but will anyway. At some point, you need to use your head. You didn't at Mayhem, and if you keep going down this path, it'll cost you way more than a couple of problems with your back."

Smith gets up, but Logan stops him when he opens his mouth to speak.

LA: "Do you know why I seem to have so many problems with people like you and so frequently with the fans Smith? It's because you only ever focus on one small part of the larger picture."

"While everything with... Low worked out badly, that was still a step I needed to take. For better or worse I needed to take that risk and see what came of it. It was worth it eventually."

He looks up at Smith with a fixed glare.

LA: "And right now... you and Bailey and everyone else just sit back and judge me without trying to understand the why of the situation. You're all just too eager to have someone else to crucify, to have a new 'villain' to make yourselves into bigger heroes with that you don't even think about it. The fans are no better, this isn't the first time they've done this to me, and I haven't even given them a reason. I'm part of the Sindicate because I need to be right now."

"And lets face it... the courts of public opinion had already swung that way well before Terry Marvin entered the picture here. I'm standing true to everything that brought me to APW... and even in the face of this overwhelming adversity from all corners, I'm still trying to do so."

He looks away from Smith and glances across the table in front of him.

LA: "You and everyone else would have me ignore that commitment. I won't do that. I'm not going to do what's easiest or most popular when it isn't what's right."

He falls silent and the silence stretches between the two of them.

A.C.: "Those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it."

Smith shakes his head.

A.C.: "Whether you realize it or not, you need help, and lots of it. If you think hanging out with Aubrey Parker, Terry Marvin, and Level-One is going to get you respect, you're damaged far beyond whatever happened to your back.

"Do whatever you want. But when Terry sees you as a threat, he's going to wait for you to show vulnerability, and then he's going to destroy you.

"I know you. And I know you don't exactly react well to situations where your perceived invincibility is shattered. So when that happens...not if, but when...don't say I didn't warn you."

Smith starts to leave, all the while shaking his head. But Logan replies, prompting him to pause.

LA: "Don't presume I don't understand the consequences Smith. There are no safe havens in this business no matter who's circle of influence you hide within. This isn't about respect for me either. That battle was settled months ago before I ever had a chance to take part in it."

He slowly turns to look at Smith.

LA: "But let me ask you one thing before you go and leave me to whatever other torments the next circle of Hell has for me... Given our history, what did you expect to accomplish here tonight?"

He waits expectantly for an answer or for Smith to resume walking.

A.C.: "Evidently, more than I did.

"Take care of yourself. For once."

Again, Smith shakes his head, and this time, nothing can stop him from leaving. Logan smiles slightly as he watches Smith. He then looks to where his bottle of water had ended up.

LA: "He could have at least offered to get my water bottle for me."

The fades out, leaving the Tap Out champion to deal with his current dilemma.

Stenfelder: The following contest is a Test for the Best Qualifying Match! Introducing first, he's a Member of The Dying Breed! Please put your hands together for "The Smooth One" William D. WILLIAMS!!

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



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

Stenfelder: And his opponent. APW's FIRST World Title Grand Slam Champion! The LEADER of Foul Play..The Self proclaimed "Hottest Shit Going" Michael LIVELY!!

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.

Beckett: Williams is in trouble now! These two don't like each other much but WDW is in the deep end against Lively!

Nailz: With good reason, Lively spit on Williams, he feels the ultimate form of disrespect by a disrespectful man. Williams is pure Potential and this match could really put him on a new path to his future.

William D. Williams Vs. Michael Lively

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Lively comes to the center of the ring mouthing off towards Williams. The Smooth One tries to not let it bother him as he waves for Lively to get with the match. The bell sounds off and the referee signals for them to get it on. Lively jumps at Williams and the two lock up, both tightly grappled to the other. Getting the upper hand, Williams walks Lively back a few steps and presses him up against the corner turnbuckles. The referee comes in and splits them apart, Lively raises his arms showing his playing by the rules but as Williams drops his hands, Lively thrust pokes him to the throat. Coughing as he turns and bends over, Williams takes his eyes off Michael Lively.

Lively props himself up onto the second turnbuckle and takes off, landing across the back of Williams head with a driving downward knee. Williams collapses into the canvas and Lively pulls him onto his back and goes for the pinfall.

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Nailz: Oh what a close call! Lively is a cheating bastard and took advantage of a good mannered and rule following William D. Williams. Shame on him!

Beckett: You do realize this is Professional Wrestling. You like it when they just hug it out in the end? Shame on YOU!

Up to his feet, Lively pulls Williams with him and pulls him into an Irish Whip across the ring. As Williams springs off the ropes, Lively jumps up and goes to execute a perfectly lined up Dropkick but Williams shoves the attempt to the side and Lively hits the canvas. He pops up and swings wildly at Williams but gets his arm hooked by WDW in a counter which he quickly turns into a Full Nelson Bomb. Lively bounces and flops onto the canvas surface. The fans begin cheering and clapping as William D. Williams take control of the match.

Both of them popping right back to their feet has Lively walking right into a lifting knee to the stomach by WDW. Williams puts Lively in a headlock and whips him over with a Headlock Takedown. He tightens the headlock as Lively lays on the canvas. Managing to push up onto one knee, Lively is still locked in the headlock. Williams tries tightening it more but Lively slowly stands on both feet. He goes to lift Williams with a Back Body drop but Williams blocks it with a twist of Lively's head. He runs forward and jumps, turning the Headlock into a Bulldog. The fans again cheer and clap for The Smooth One!

Nailz: See? Smooth One does it Smooth! He's the new Generation of APW MegaStars!

Not taunting or wasting time, Williams rips Lively up from the canvas. Lively bursts out of the grapple and throws a short elbow. Lively moves his mouth around, building up saliva. Before he can spit at Williams yet again, The Smooth One comes stepping in and slaps the HELL out of Lively and the spit flies out his mouth and deep into the crowd as Michael Lively drops onto the canvas. Williams grabs and pulls Lively up to not let him have even a second and scoops him up and body slams him back to the canvas.

Beckett: He slapped him? Women slap...What a sissified man!

Nailz: And spitting is an act of man? Respectable man? I think NOT!

Williams backs into the ropes and bounces off them, coming at Lively's downed body and goes to hit a Dropping Knee to Lively's forehead but Lively moves. Williams rolls and returns to his feet but so does Michael Lively. Williams twirls around and rushes Lively but the Self Proclaimed "Jesus" catches Williams and hits a Side Belly to Belly and both men lay out breathing.

Nailz: Very quick thinking from Lively. These two have good chemistry in the ring, I'm very much enjoying this thing they have.

Both men push up to their feet, Williams first and as Lively reaches his, he spins around to WDW and gets lifted up as Williams goes for his "Chocolate Wasted" Finisher but just as the fans begin to grow louder, Lively shakes and falls off the shoulders of Williams to the front and hits a Stunner no sooner than his feet his the canvas. Williams stuns and pops backwards, hitting the canvas on his back.

Beckett: Great Counter by the Man who helped BUILD THIS PROMOTION! Give him some love people...Dumb fans, I swear..No respect!

Nailz: I don't like the smell of bullshit either, I understand their stance on the matter..

Wanting to capitalize on the counter, Lively is up and heads to the corner closest to Williams and exits the ring to the ring apron. He climbs the outside of the turnbuckle as the fans rain down Boos and curses. Lively lifts off the top and flips, going for his "Prelude" Shooting Star Leg Drop but Williams rolls and misses it by inches. Lively bounces and grabs at his butt from the jolt of pain that shoots up his spine.

The fans erupting with cheers as Williams gets up and snatches Lively, lifting him off the canvas and placing him in closely for his "Smooth Operator" Finisher. As he goes to connect though, Lively drops, sliding under Williams grapple and rolls WDW with a Small Package and the referee seen it coming and meets the pin at the surface of the canvas as the fans drown the arena with a deepened boo.

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Stenfelder: Winner via Pinfall...Michael LIVELY!

Beckett: That's what I'm talking about! GOOD DAMN! That's a beautiful thing right there! Foul Play 1, Dying Breed 0. The sweep has begun! Foul Play is going to shut The Dying Breed out of Test for the Best, baby!

Nailz: We have two more matches between these two groups and I think we'll have a win for Dying Breed tonight, maybe two.

Music playing, Michael Lively gets up celebrating as Williams sits looking disappointed by the quick roll up. Lively looks over to see Williams getting up and quickly comes in and Big Boots Williams to the side of his head. He yells down at The Smooth One and then raises his arms again before leaving the ring.

We cut to one of the backstage locker rooms, and we see Tap Out champion Logan Alexander finishing his preparations for his upcoming match with Young Mannie. Logan takes out a cell phone from his bag dials a number and lifts the phone to his ear. There are a few moments of silence.

LA: “Hey there. I hope you and the others are ready to go, because it’s almost time for my match.”

He smiles slightly.

LA: “All right. That’s good to hear. I’ll need you and three others. Gather them and meet me by the entry way in a couple of minutes.”

He listens quietly to the response, his smile fading.

LA: “Don’t worry about what they’ll think. We’re just handling things my way. If they don’t like it, that’s too bad.”

He nods his head slightly at the response he gets.

LA: “Okay. See you there.”

He stays on the line for a few moments more, then lowers the phone and ends the call. He drops the phone back into his bag, then reaches down and picks up the Tap Out title, before putting it over his shoulder and exiting the locker room.

[President Jeff]

The scene opens backstage. Former Asylum General Manager Reginald Schmidt is twitching nervously, pacing backwards and forwards over a short distance, a hardly pacifying large cup of coffee in his hand.

HEY REGGIE!

Schmidt spins, spilling coffee all over his formerly pristine white shirt. Disgruntled he looks up as The Guv’nor walks on screen.

Guvnor: Be careful, bruv, you’ll do yourself a mischief.

Reginald: You startled me. Now look, my shirt is ruined.

Guvnor: Easy there, boss. You’re looking at The Guv’nor like you want a proper tear up. I ain’t here to smash you, sunshine, so chill out.

Reginald lowers his eyes and mutters an apology.

Reginald: It’s just that everything has gone wrong for me lately. Listen Mister, I don’t mean to take it out on you; I’ve just got a lot on my plate tonight.

Guvnor nods sympathetically.

Reginald: Ever since Mayhem my whole life has gone downhill. My wife won’t talk me, my kids laugh at me; even the dog won’t let me take him for a walk because he feels shamed in front of all the other mutts for having a complete loser for an owner.

Reginald lowers his head, then lifts his eyes, flashing with rage.

Reginald: And it’s all that awful Stefan Raab’s fault.

Reginald grunts with frustration.

Reginald: If I only I could remember what I learnt in that one karate lesson I went to when I was six years old.

Guvnor: Listen bruv, you need something fixed, I’m your guy. Before I starting smashing up slags in APW, my whole life was flushing unwanted turds.

Reginald looks at Guvnor with confusion.

Guvnor: You want me to body bag Stefan Raab and dump him in Mississippi; just say the word. I won’t even ask for a wedge.

Reginald’s eyes widen with shock.

Reginald: Nonono! Please...DON’T! No, the last thing I need is that kind of dirt on me. I don’t know about how you do things, but that’s not the Schmidt way.

The Schmidt Way! Sounds kinda FOUL to me.

Reginald submissively backs off as all three members of FOUL PLAY – Jason Kash, Reaver, and Michael Lively – step into on screen, grinning like Cheshire cats.

Kash: If anybody is gonna play in a River full of bodies, It'll be Foul Play...Drowning someone is on my bucket list!

Reaver: HEEHEEHAAHOOOHAAA!

Lively: Hey Guv, I turned Water to Wine when I was North American Champion. I made it COOL to be such. I spread the Red Sea, I burned the bush, I made that belt worth having..You don't have to thank me though.

Reginald bows his head, avoiding the confrontation. Guvnor shakes his and steps out.

Guvnor: Foul Play, huh? Well pleased to meet you bruvs; I’m The Guv’nor. THE North American Champ, in case you’re wondering. But if anything is foul around here it’s your lots breath because you chat complete crap.

Reaver jokingly checks his breath and then leans over to smell Kash's but Kash swats him away. Reginald’s eyes widen at the comment, he tries to intervene to placate the situation, but Guvnor fends him off.

Guvnor: Now why don’t you three slags run along and find some other mug to bully, or I might just have to introduce you all to The Hackney Hammer.

Kash smirks and looks at Lively who shrugs his shoulders. They both look at Reaver who issues a low cackle. Then, surprisingly, they all start to back away.

Guvnor: Yeah, run along boys. Bloody mugs!

Guvnor turns to Reginald, then Kash re-enters the scene as he tackles Guvnor to the floor. The crowd watching in the arena start to boo. Kash mounts Guvnor and starts beating him with fists; Lively joins in stomping all over the North American Champ, while Reaver dances about the scene.

HEEEEHHHAAHOOOHOOOHEEHHAA!

Kash lifts Guvnor and slams his face first into a concrete wall. Guvnor bounces off right into a superkick from Lively. Reaver straddles Guvnor’s chest.

HEEEHHHAAAAHEEHOOOHOOOHAHAHA

Kash signals for Reaver to hold Guvnor up; Reaver grabs Guv’s collar and drags his head off the floor.

Kash: When you come to Sunday Nights..You come to OUR Night of the week to do what WE want to do. You're not special here "Champ", you'd do "Bloody Well" to remember that...BRUV..

Kash slaps Guvnor hard across the face and Reaver lets loose the grip on his collar, so Guv’s head flops back to the concrete.

Kash and Reaver get back to their feet as Lively as the finishing touch, stomping hard on Guvnor’s chest. Foul Play stand over the fallen North American Champ, then Kash pretends to spit on Guvnor, then says.

Kash: We're glad you stopped by! At least now you know where the true force on Asylum is located. Foul Play holds down the fort, others just visit the castle we built. Now you can leave..

Slowly Kash backs off, following Lively and Reaver off screen; the sickening cackle of Reaver heard in the background as Reginald bends down and shouts.

MEDIC!

The scene fades.


The opening chords of ‘In The End’ start to play through the arena. A video package shown in black and white begins to play, showing clips of APW pay-per-view, and various televised matches having featured Logan Alexander. After a brief time, the current APW Tap Out champion emerges from the backstage area, walking casually out on stage with the Tap Out title draped over his shoulder. He pauses at the top of the ramp and looks out at the crowd, coolly appraising them while they boo his presence.

Stenfelder: The following match is a Test for the Best First Round Qualifying match! Introducing first- he hails from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-three pounds, representing the NEW Sindicate, the Tap-Out Champion, LOGAN ALEXANDER!

While he stands there waiting, four other men step out onto the stage from the entryway and move into positions around him. Two flank him on either side, but remain a step behind him, and the last two take up spots behind them. All four are dressed in identical clothing. Black shoes, black pants, and black shirts with bold, white lettering that spelled out L.A.P.S.E. across the front. Logan looks around at each of them, nods, and then the four begin walking down the ramp towards ringside.

Beckett: What the hell is this?

Nailz: That’s LAPSE. His personal security.

Beckett: Why does the guy need his own security when he just joined the Sindicate!?

Nailz: It’s a big night for his comrades. He’s injured, and Mannie never comes to the ring alone... And with the New Sindicate preparing and recovering from their own battles, why take that risk? We saw what Mannie did to TJ. Who knows when we’ll see “The Soul of Philly” again. In the shape Logan’s in... Well... Young Mannie could end his career.

At ringside, Logan removes his ring jacket and hands it to one of him companions before climbing the ring steps to the apron. Another of his companions climbs up onto the ring apron ahead of him and sits on the middle rope and lifts the top rope. Logan pats him appreciatively on the shoulder before climbing into the ring. Logan looks around at the crowd, before handing the Tap Out title to the referee and then retreating to one corner of the ring across from the entryway. The four men at ringside move around to his corner, standing in pairs along each adjoining side of the ring. Logan stares towards the entryway, while the others look around the arena casually.



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

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

Test for the Best - First Round Qualifier
Logan Alexander vs Young Mannie

Nailz: There’s the bell-- and look at Mannie!

Young Mannie rushes Logan Alexander and immediately dives for his ribs, taking him to the ground with a shoulder tackle! He throws hard fists into Logan’s ribs, but Logan uses his positioning to immediately grab Mannie’s arm, and even as he grunts through the pain, goes to lock Young Mannie in a Triangle Choke!

Beckett: CHAOS THEORY!

Nailz: Mannie’s caught already! The Tap Out Champion’s going for it-- and it’s in!

Young Mannie is caught in the Chaos Theory Triangle Choke, but he is able to slowly inch himself toward the ropes, reach out, and grab the bottom after a hellacious struggle. Logan holds onto the choke however until the referee is forced to issue a five count! Logan breaks at four and rolls to his feet, favoring his ribs. Mannie pulls himself up as well, but Logan runs at him, going for a Clothesline-- but Mannie ducks down, grabs Logan around his midsection and launches him into the air, dropping him rib-first across the top rope! Logan stumbles back and yells in pain, before Mannie hits a sharp kick right to his side! Logan falls to his knees and Mannie unloads with stiff elbow strikes to the temple before a knee to the jaw takes Logan down and Mannie covers.

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Nailz: Mannie hasn’t lost that intensity that we saw from him at Mayhem! Look!

Beckett: Can’t afford to, being in there with the NEW Sindicate’s Tap Out Champion!

Mannie throws Logan into the corner and rushes him, hitting a shoulder thrust to his gut. Logan hunches over in pain and Mannie drags him out of the corner in a front facelock, nailing several knees to the gut before hitting a Suplex! He then rolls Logan over and hits a second Suplex! He lifts Logan up once more and then lifts him, holding him above his head for a few seconds before he drops Logan again rib-first across the top! Logan cries out in pain and Mannie hits him with a slap that knocks Logan to the apron! Logan holds his jaw, checking his nose for blood as he pulls himself up. He turns around and sees Mannie sprinting at him, going for a boot-- but Logan drops down, grabbing his leg and snapping it across the middle rope! The crowd groans in empathy as Mannie hollers out, grabbing his knee, rolling to the center of the ring!

Nailz: He could’ve just broken Young Mannie’s leg!

Beckett: Ask him if he cares!

Logan looks at Mannie, almost shocked at the effectiveness of his own move, but he-- as quickly as he can, in pain-- ascends onto the apron and then onto the top turnbuckle. He perches and waits for Mannie to get up. Mannie turns and Logan dives off for a Flying Cross Body! He takes Mannie to the ground... But Mannie rolls through, and seemingly on one leg lifts Logan up and launches him into the air, catching him as he comes back down with a stiff European Uppercut! Mannie favors his knee for a moment.

Beckett: Oh my God! The Drug Test!

Nailz: The Tap Out Champion is out! Goodnight!

Mannie makes the cover, hooking both legs.

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Nailz: Logan got the shoulder up!

Logan pushes himself up onto his hands and knees, but Mannie is already on top of him, hitting him with a hard punt to the ribs. Logan rolls onto his back and Mannie drops a knee across his chest before going to lift him up into a front facelock. He hits Logan with hard knees to the temple and then goes for the Manic Attack-- but Logan is able to roll over, quickly avoiding the submission, bringing Mannie to the mat in a surprise amateur pin!

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Mannie quickly pops out of it after two, but seems enraged at how close the call was! He looks at Logan Alexander with wide eyes, and Logan out of nowhere, explodes off of the canvas and takes Mannie down with a Running STO! Mannie is folded up from the move and Logan hooks both legs for the pin!

Nailz: Mannie never saw any of it coming!

Beckett: The New Sindicate’s about to be 2 for 2!

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Nailz: Young Mannie holds on!

Logan pulls himself up again and brings Mannie with him. Logan positions Mannie on his shoulders, going for a Death Valley Driver-- but Mannie is able to reach down and club at Logan’s ribcage! Logan collapses and Mannie forces him up, hitting him with a hard Scoop Slam against the ropes! Logan lands awkwardly on the back of his head and neck and rolls to the middle of the ring, dazed. Mannie shakes the kinks out of the leg Logan targeted earlier. Quartermain and Charlie cheer “The Main Attraction” on from the outside as Mannie waits for the Tap Out Champion to get to his feet, stalking him from behind...

Beckett: I don’t know if Logan’s safer turning around or just playing dead at this point. Stay down, champ! Hah!

Logan reaches a vertical base-- and Mannie charges at him, leaping up and grabbing him around the neck for the Reverse Bulldog...

Nailz: FATAL ATTRACTION!

...But Logan reaches behind him, as if sensing the move, and catches Mannie around the leg, slamming him to the mat in a sloppy single-leg takedown, but he is quickly able to lock Mannie in a half-turned Sharpshooter! Mannie cries out in pain and crawls for the ropes. He crawls desperately...

Nailz: Mannie is crawling! Mannie wants to redeem himself from Mayhem! Mannie wants to be the best-- HE wants to be the future!

Beckett: There’s no room for Logan in Mannie’s future!

Nailz: He’s almost to the ropes!

The crowd has grown loud as Mannie crawls, inches away from the ropes... And he finally grabs the bottom rope after seconds of struggling in the Perfect Chaos Theory-- but as the referee gets to the count of two, Logan drags Mannie back to the center of the ring, locking him in a standard Sharpshooter! Mannie screams in agony and crawls toward the ropes again!

Beckett: That isn’t fair! Logan should’ve broken the hold in the first place!

Mannie reaches out for those ropes... But he has no choice but to tap out! Logan collapses immediately afterward and the bell rings! As Logan’s music hits, Aubrey J. Parker and Christian Kane almost immediately make their way from the back to recover their comrade.

Stenfelder: Here is your winner of the Test for the Best First-Round Qualifying Match, as a result of a submission... The Tap-Out Champion, LOGAN ALEXANDER!

Christian Kane pulls Logan from the ring before the referee has an opportunity to raise his hand. He and Aubrey help support the exhausted, hurt Logan.

Alec Quartermain makes a lunge toward the three-- but stops as the four members of LAPSE begin to make their way down the ramp. They slow their descent as Uncle Charlie grabs Quartermain by the arm and whispers something to him, shaking his head as he points to the trio.

Beckett: So far it’s a good night for the New Sindicate-- but Young Mannie CANNOT be happy.

Mannie has reached his feet and is standing against the ropes, motioning to Logan with his fingers how close he was to losing. On the ramp, Aubrey J. Parker hands Logan his Tap Out Championship, and holds the stereotypical “L” to her forehead as she smirks down at Young Mannie, while Christian Kane shouts back at the fans that shoot cat calls at the New Sindicate. Logan remains silent, never taking his eyes off of Mannie until the three reach the top of the ramp and turn, making their way to the back, Logan’s security one-by-one following behind them.

In the ring, Charlie and Quartermain have joined Mannie as we cut away.

[President Jeff]

The camera shifts backstage and we again catch sight of Logan Alexander making his way through the back halls of the Cajundome. He's more visibly favouring his ribs after the results of his fight with young Mannie earlier in the night. He pauses near an intersection of hallways, taking a water bottle out of his jacket pocket and opening it.

He takes a drink and resumes walking just as someone else emerges from the other hallway and the two run into one another. Logan almost chokes on his mouthful of water, instead letting out a series of sputtering coughs as he turns away from the intersection. The bottle falls from his hand, spilling its contents across the ground, as it rolls away. Logan almost doubles over, holding his right side.

LA: "Damn it that hurt!"

Anthony Bailey: My bad man, I didn't see you...

Logan turns to look at the Bailey, and his eyes narrow as he sees Anthony Bailey standing there. The Tap Out champion and Tag Team champion size one another. With obvious discomfort, Logan straighten his posture.

LA: "Well... that just figures. I suppose I'll be hearing reports about how I attacked you backstage now."

Anthony Bailey: No but I'm quite sure you'll relay what happened to your little "protege'" AJP and she'll twist it and then take to Twitter to rattle off some more lies about how I'm the bad guy. I can see it happening already.

Logan scoffs at that.

LA: "Oh, you won't need to worry about me doing that. I leave Aubrey to her games on Twitter. What she says is from her alone. I have no interest in any of it. If I have something to say to someone, I don't need to resort to mudslinging 150 characters at a time. Besides, I'm not the one living their life like it's a constant PR campaign to highlight the positives to overshadow the negatives."

Bailey looks as though he's about to reply, but Logan cuts him off.

LA: "And yes... there is plenty of good that I could refer to, but I don't need to milk it publicly for the sake of being a hero in the eyes of everyone else. Let them and you villify me all they want, it seems to have worked wonders so far, right?"

Anthony Bailey: It's actually 140 characters and the Anthony Bailey you get on camera is the same person you also get off camera. Ask Hopkins and Williams. I have nothing to hide and I vowed to be an open book when I entered into this business sixteen months ago. We live in a world brimming with social media, smartphones with cameras, etc...can I truly help it if I'm always in the "public eye" doing something good, Logan? Who knows...maybe if you'd stopped hibernating behind Aubrey's skirt, the public would find you interesting too...

Logan rolls his eyes.

LA: "Oh look at that... another ignorant comment from someone who acts like he's knowledgeable. For someone who claims to be interested in elevating others, you definitely don't seem to grasp the concept of elevating someone ahead of yourself."

"I've spent plenty of time in the spotlight during my career. I didn't do it by trying to be a spectacle outside of the ring, only by being a competitor or the highest calibre in the ring. Maybe you should consider focusing on the same before you let the ruins of your own career crumble all around you and take the rest of the Dying Breed with you."

He smirks at Bailey.

LA: "I got a kick out of watching Kash put you down on Mayhem. Your seeming invincibility against him as been shattered. I'm hoping he does the same thing to you tonight. You used to be a star here, but you just keep falling and falling further, don't you?"

"Not even a year ago you were the World champion. Yeah you might be a Tag Team champion. Yeah, you beat M&M when you needed to. But your credibility is on short supply. Maybe if you looked up from your Twitter account and all your mud slinging now and then you'd see that."

Logan moves closer to Bailey.

LA: "When your silly little facade finally cracks and falls away, and we see what lies under this manufactured shell of greatness you wear... then we'll see what you're really made of."

"Good luck out there tonight Bailey. I might be hurt, but you clearly need the help more than I do."

Bailey laughs to himself and glares directly into the eyes of Alexander.

Anthony Bailey: Luck? I'm not a firm believer in luck...I believe in fate. And it's obvious that after Hopkins and I sealed yours and AJP's at the Supershow, you couldn't wait to just let me have it right? Tearing into little ol' Anthony Bailey would be the perfect ego booster huh? Your words don't affect me. They never have and they never will. You're simply AJP's hypeman on this juncture called APW. This isn't AWA or ACW so that "plenty" of spotlight is foreign to me. Now if you would excuse me I have a match to get ready for. Good day...

We go back to ringside

Stenfelder: The..Following match is a Test For The Best Qualifier and is scheduled for One Fall. Introducing first, he is a Member of The Dying Breed and is currently One Half of the APW World Tag Team Champions! JAIR "The Great" HOPKINS!!!

The lights grow dim…

“Ohhhh, … the fire, the fire…”

“Ohhhh, … the fire, the fire…”

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

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

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

Nailz: I think Hopkins is one step away from being a major player in APW.

Beckett: And he's been stuck in that position for how long now?

Stenfelder: And his Opponent for this Qualifier Match! A member of Foul Play, he is the Man Known As...RRREAAVER!!

"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. Jumping, Reaver slides underneath the bottom ropes and enters the ring on all fours. He barks at Hopkins and then turns sideways and lifts a leg towards him.

Jair Hopkins Vs. Reaver

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Not waiting for the bell to kick things off, Jair Hopkins heads at Reaver as he's still on all fours and tilting for a pissing. Hopkins sharply hits a Front Dropkick to Reaver's ribs and it rolls the masked man over on to his back. Hopkins doesn't wait for the bell but it sounds off anyway as Jair Hopkins lays into a rising Reaver with a downward punch to the temple. Reaver drops again and rolls onto his side trying to get away from Hopkins. He rolls out of the ring and smiles up at Jair. The referee begins making the 10 count and Reaver walks around the corner of the ring to another side. He moves to the steel stairs and climbs up them and walks along the ring apron. Hopkins steps back and waves for Reaver to reenter the ring and he does.

Nailz: See! That's how you Play Fair!

Beckett: Fair is boring, Foul is Fun!!

The two men begin circling each other, swiping at the other as they size things up. Reaver launches forward and locks up with Hopkins. Reaver isn't playing fair though and slides his hand up and eye gouges Hopkins with a thumb to the eye. The referee shoves the masked man and warns him as Hopkins rubs at his throbbing eye socket. Reaver steps in and plants a big right to Hopkins head, grabbing him and pulling him into an Irish Whip. Hopkins hits the ropes and Reaver roars out as he rushes in and clotheslines Hopkins over the ropes to the outside. Reaver smiles, his head tilts to the side as he stares out at Hopkins who is pushing to his feet.

Beckett: See? Fun! Reaver will help sweep Dying Breed and who doesn't want that?

Nailz: Other than about 40 thousand screaming fans and all who are watching The Food Network right now? Yeah, good argument!

Beckett: They don't count! Just shut up will ya?

Hopping up onto the apron, Jair Hopkins takes caution as Reaver approaches him in sprint. Hopkins ducks and drives a shoulder through the ropes into Reaver's stomach. Reaver stumbles back holding his gut but ignores the sudden pain and comes back in with a lifting knee to Hopkins face as he lays through the middle ropes. Reaver grabs and pulls Hopkins through the ropes so his waistline is laying on the middle rope. Reaver double underhooks the arms with Hopkins head placed in between Reaver's legs. Snapping, Reaver drops down and hits a sloppy but effective version of his "Victimizer" Double Underhook Piledriver and Hopkins goes limp as his body is fully in the ring again and on the canvas. The fans letting their displeasure known as they pour down the boos.

Nailz: Oh that's just Foul! He is trying to hurt Hopkins! He's BEEN trying too and something needs to be done!

Beckett: This is Test 4 The Best Qualifier, only thing to do is win or fail.

Rolling Hopkins over, Reaver covers him as the referee slides down onto the canvas and makes the count.

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Nailz: These two have a deep disliking for each other and it has showed over a few weeks now.

Beckett: It's really a Foul Play versus Dying Breed rivalry that came to be due to the hatred that Jason Kash and Anthony Bailey have.

Nailz: Very true and now every member from both crews are clashing here tonight! What a night!

On his feet, Reaver pulls Hopkins up but to his surprise, Jair Hopkins lifts Reaver and slaps him back with a Samoan Drop. The crowd rises in cheers as Hopkins stumbles to his feet. As Reaver begins to push up on his hands and knees, Hopkins comes in with a big boot to the side of the head of Reaver. Bursting into a sprint, Hopkins springs up on the ropes and bounces straight up, he comes down with a driving knee to Reaver's back and the masked crazy arches in pain. Sitting on his lower back, Hopkins begins dropping shots to the back of Reaver's head in a rage.

Nailz: Whoa..Hopkins seems frustrated and angry!

Beckett: The front has faded and this is the real Street Hoodlum that fights to survive. Can't hate that!

Having grabbed the ropes, Reaver tries to buck but because he's holding the ropes, the referee grabs Hopkins and pulls him off Reaver. On his feet, Reaver smiles and looks at Hopkins nodding at him. The referee steps out of their way and the two come in closely and begin striking each other. Not trading but hitting at the same time in rapid session. Reaver adds in an elbow, Hopkins drops to a knee and pops back up with a Rising Uppercut that stuns Reaver and knocks him backwards. As Hopkins stands tall and steps forward, he's taken by surprise as Reaver launches himself head first and crashes the dome of his head like a battering ram into Jair's face.

Laughing, the front row can hear Reaver's laugh as he stares down at Hopkins holding his own face. Ripping him off the canvas, Reaver sets Hopkins up for another "Victimizer" and hooks the arms. He smiles at the crowd as his eyes scan the arena, enjoying their boos. He lifts Hopkins up and stall holds him up but Hopkins drops back down onto his feet and lifts Reaver with a Shoulder Toss. Reaver pops back up as the fans erupt from Hopkins quick thinking. Hopkins turns around as Reaver rushes at him with a clothesline. Hopkins jumps and dropkicks the arm looking to take his head off and Reaver's arm whips back. Hopkins is up again and spins in a Spinning Wheel Kick that catches Reaver to the masked face.

Beckett: Reaver walked into that one. COME ON REAVER! Win this for Foul Play!!

Touching his lip to find a small trace of blood, Reaver pushes slowly to his feet. Hopkins smiles at him as Reaver licks to blood from his bottom lip. Instantly Reaver rushes in and goes for a Double Leg Takedown but Jair Hopkins known to some as "Hops" jumps, dives over Reaver's head, grabbing him upside down by the waist and pulls him back, hitting a Sunset Flip Pin. Hopkins hooks the arms with his feet as the referee is already on the canvas.

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Stenfelder: Winner Via Pinfall! JAIR HOPKINS!!!

Beckett: OHHH!! COME ON!!

Nailz: Did you see the airtime he just got? No running, no build up, just hops from Hopkins! What an athlete and Reaver looks PISSED!!

The music plays, Hopkins lets go of the pin and gets up from the canvas. Reaver looks up surprised, asking the referee if it was a good 3 count and he nods. Reaver slaps the canvas and gets up as Hopkins turns his back to him. Reaver runs in and dives down, clipping the left leg of Hopkins.

Nailz: That Bastard! He lost, he can't lose like a MAN!?! What a Chicken Wuss!

Beckett: Haha! Chick Wuss? Did you eat too many Hotdogs? Haha!

Reaver stands again to a sound of echoing boos as he backs up and punk kicks Hopkins to the face as he lays on his side, the front of his boot catching Hopkins to the cheek. Reaver laughs his crazy laugh and leaves the ring to Hopkins music playing.

We cut to the backstage area where the audience goes crazy, mostly negatively, as Terry Marvin, with the Undisputed Championship resting comfortably on his shoulder, makes his way through the hallways, looking into every doorway before he finally stops at his own, seemingly in a hurry. He prepares to open his door... but suddenly is rushed from the side!

Terry Marvin: Jesus Christ!!

The camera pans around and we see that the person that “rushed” him is an excited and wide-eyed Aubrey J. Parker. She grins up at Terry.

AJP: Hey!

Terry doesn’t look quite as amused and re-adjusts himself before addressing Parker.

Terry Marvin: Yeah, hi. WHERE have you been for the past half hour? I waited in your locker room for like fifteen minutes. I called you, I-

AJP: Awh, you missed me.. Little clingy after last night, aren't you?

Terry Marvin: I-

Terry is caught off guard by the statement, his face growing the slightest shade of red.

Terry Marvin: After I helped you train, you mean.

AJP: Yeah! Of course.

Without warning, AJP reaches forward and grabs the Undisputed Championship from Terry. He reaches out for it instinctively, but she pulls it out of his grasp and hugs it to herself.

AJP: Let me take it to ringside for good luck, huh?

Terry Marvin: HAHA! That... that was good.....

Give me the belt back, Aubs.

AJP: I mean, it’s only a matter of time anyway.

He reaches for it again, and again she takes a step away, turning her back to him, smirking as he’s forced to attempt to reach around her- but he quickly realizes his predicament and groans, throwing his arms to his sides and taking a step back.

Terry Marvin: Until what?

AJP: The dagger. The knife.

He sighs and crosses his arms, waiting for Aubrey to turn slightly and look toward him again.

AJP: It’s only a matter of time before you drive the knife in my back, or I do it to you. So let’s cut the shit, Terry. I know you want to put it in.

Terry, whom was poised to speak and interrupt Aubrey, finds himself quite literally choking on his words and cough violently.

Terry Marvin: THAT’S... cough...

Parker continues to smirk at him, but soon Terry stands upright and reaches forward, holding his hand out. Aubrey stares at his hand for a moment but rolls her eyes and hands over the Undisputed Championship.

Terry Marvin: When you beat me for this title. you can carry it all you want. but for now, sheathe your little dagger and let's put on a united front. After all... We must cut the rest of them down before we cut ourselves. Yeah?

Parker smiles up at him deviously and backs away.

AJP: I’m gonna go out there tonight, and go finish what we started.

Terry doesn’t say anything else, but watches as she turns and makes her way swiftly down the hall.

Beckett: Trust no woman, Terry! TRUST NO WOMAN!!

Nailz: I think Keaton Saint should be the one taking that advice right now. He’s getting ready to take on Aubrey J. Parker, who cost him the Undisputed Title at Mayhem! This could get... emotional.

The camera swings back to Terry and fades to black on his amused expression.

[President Jeff]

We go backstage in the Cajundome once more and again we find the focus of the camera to be Logan Alexander, walking along with a couple of his 'security' people.

LA: "All things considered... I think things went pretty well out there. There's only a little screaming agony going through my rib cage right..."

Another voice shouting from behind Logan, brings him to a stop.

Yo Logan!

He turns to see who it is as Young Mannie strides into view, with Uncle Charlie and Alex Quartermain close behind. Logan lets out a breath.

LA: "Look... what do you want? We had our match and we're done, all right?"

Mannie: Done...You think that we're done? Nah Logan you couldn't be any more wrong; As a matter of fact, we haven't even gotten started yet.

Mannie has now stepped right up in the face of Logan, thus signifying that he wasn't intimidated at all by Logan or his pair of companions.

LA: "Gee, why am I not surprised...?"

Logan rolls his eyes slightly. He glances to the title over his shoulder then back to Mannie.

LA: "I kind figured you'd be looking for another shot at this title. I know when TJ held it you were really eager to go out and win it from him. You beat him... sorta, but it's not my fault you couldn't secure the prize."

"Why should I 'give' you another chance? I didn't have my opportunity gifted to me. Why don't you go and earn it?"

Mannie grins before responding.

Mannie: Earn it...You want me to earn a title shot Logan? Nah I don't think so because I've already earned that title of number contender when I defeated not one but two people in that Tap Out Gaunlet, and for the record number of victories I won before hand. So how about this...You stop pussy-footing around and give me what I want Doctor Strange.

LA: "Oh please. You don't get rewarded for falling short, Mannie. If that was the case, you be competing for the World title by now. It's doesn't matter how many people you beat at Mayhem or before. You lost to Lively and he lost to me. You aren't owed anything."

Logan smirks back.

LA: "So as much as I would 'love' to get into another confrontation with you right now, because you're just spoiling for a fight, I have other things to do and prepare for."

"So stop wasting my time and your energy. If you go beat Lively one-on-one maybe I'll reconsider. Or maybe just go talk to the boss, whoever that ends up being, cause you're not getting anything from me otherwise."

Mannie: Fine go right ahead and have it you're way Logan, but sooner or later will meet again.

Mannie & company exit the area after leaving Logan contemplating about what had just transpired.

LA: "Everyone wants something for nothing."

He turns and walks away with his two companions.

Beckett: "Wow... those two had quite a match earlier tonight and the Main Attraction is back looking for more already."

Nailz: "Well, the champion doesn't the least bit concerned by that, telling Mannie to come back when he's earned it. He is injured though so maybe he just figures discretion is the better part of valour"

Beckett: "They never really got to resolve things on Meltdown, so I'd be looking forward to seeing them settle it once and for all. But Mannie might want to tread lightly around the New Sindicate."



Reaver: OH MY GAWD!! CAN WE KEEP HIM!?!

As the scene cuts to the backstage area, Reaver has his finger tips in his mouth as it stretches in an open smile. Kash scratching his head as they both come into the scene facing the same direction. The camera moves around them to see a simple wooden Chair in the middle of their locker room with a Young Chimpanzee sitting on it.

Jason Kash: I forgot about this guy..I ordered it as a present for Kaylyn. That was before we broke up..

Reaver: You mean when you brought that naked chick in her bed? Hahahahehehe! We can keep it! Foul Play needs a Mascot!

Michael Lively enters the Locker room along with Sabur and the two of them stop in their tracks as soon as they see the Chimp. Surprising everyone, the Chimpanzee launches from it's chair and leaps onto Jason Kash. Wrapping his little arms around Kash's neck as it stares up at Sabur.

Michael Lively: Ha! It's scared of Sabur!

Reaver: Oh you poor thing, lemme hold it!!

Jason Kash: No, you'll eat it.

Reaver: No I won't, I promise!

Jason Kash: Speaking of "promise" I have to get ready for my match! Take him and when my match is over, we'll decide what to do with him. Don't get attached alright? That means don't name him..

Reaver: Ohhh gimmie, gimmie!!

Reaver grabs the little monkey and it hurries and jumps to Reaver. How it's not scared of him should surprise them all but Reaver's animal instincts gives him some weird connection as the Monkey begins playing and picking at Reaver's mask. Kash leaves the locker room as Lively takes a seat and Reaver bounces the little hairy guy on his arm.


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 contest is scheduled for one fall and is a qualifying match for Test For The Best. Introducing first: from Pleasanton, CA; weighing 130lbs, she is a member of the NEW SINDICATE....AUBREY J. PARKER!!!

With a small nod and a smile, Parker skips all the way to the side of the ring, hopping up onto the apron, sliding across with one hand gliding across the middle rope and one pressed to her lips before blowing a long and sensual kiss to the audience, earning a series of cheers from many men and women alike, 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: Two weeks on from the shocking announcement that AJP is part of Terry Marvin’s NEW SINDICATE I still don’t think the world has properly recovered.

Beckett: I have been disgusted at how people have balked at Sir Terry’s efforts to bring order to the madness on Asylum. And how dare Level-One question a man who has single-handedly defeated every person on the APW roster in the past twelve months.

Nailz: You have to wonder about AJP’s ambitions in the tournament. I’m sure the directive tonight is to stop Keaton Saint, but can we really believe she will challenge Terry Marvin at Shockwave?

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

Stenfelder: Her opponent: from London, England; weighing 248lbs, he is ‘The Patron Saint of Wrestling’...KEATON SAINT!!!

Nailz: Few men in the business today have the unquestionable respect of wrestling fans across the globe. Keaton Saint is one such man. Fresh off defeat against Terry Marvin at Mayhem, I’ll sure Saint will be looking for another chance.

Beckett: Does he even deserve to be in the tournament, Nailz? How many times has he tried and failed to beat Terry Marvin? I’ve lost count – it’s that many!

Nailz: If I know Keaton Saint, he won’t stop trying will he’s got breath in his body.

Test For The Best Qualifying Match
Keaton Saint vs. Aubrey J. Parker

The match begins with Saint and AJP fronting up. AJP puts both hands on Saint’s chest and gives him a hard push. AJP follows this up by mouthing off some trash, then she slaps Saint hard across the face. AJP turns and plays to the crowd, giving Saint a thumbs down and getting boos from the live crowd. She turns and tries to slap Saint, but he blocks it and slams a forearm into her face, following this up with a running clothesline. AJP gets to her feet and falls back onto the ropes, Saint delivers several knife edge chops, whips her across to the opposite ropes and follows up with a running calf kick. AJP gets to her feet, Keaton grabs her looking for the Aztec suplex, but she counters with a back elbow, rebounds off the ropes and hits a flying dropkick. AJP makes a cover, but Keaton kicks out quickly.

Nailz: AJP showing early on why she can become one of the most formidable opponents on Asylum.

Beckett: She’s got a real mean streak: just ask Kaylyn James Evans and The Dying Breed.

Nailz: And tonight you feel she is very much a Sindicate agent, with a mission to stop Keaton Saint getting another shot at Terry Marvin.

Saint is back on his feet, AJP takes him by the arm and gives it a twist, following this up with several kicks to the body. Saint is doubled over, AJP rebounds off the ropes and plants him with a running bulldog. As Saint starts to lift himself off the mat AJP stomps down hard on the elbow of arm she twisted earlier; Saint rolls away clutching his arm. AJP drags Saint to the ropes, drapes the target arm over the bottom rope and delivers a leg drop onto the joint. AJP repeats this two more times before she gets a reprimand from the referee. She argues back, and this only serves to give AJP time to recover. In the end she is caught off guard as Saint rolls her up with a schoolboy. AJP kicks out on two.

Nailz: That was sloppy from AJP. You wonder whether she might learn a thing or two yet about Terry Marvin about ring awareness, because like him or love him, is there anybody better in the business today at understanding and being aware of their environment.

Beckett: You don’t become a year-long Undisputed Champion by giving your opponent a break. Aubrey needs to get on task; she’s got a job to do here tonight.

AJP gets up quickly and wrenches the target arm, then twists the elbow joint and transitions to an arm wrench. Placing a foot against the side of Saint’s head, AJP falls backwards and connects with the Defamer. A cover from AJP...

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AJP fumes and glares at the ref. She grabs Saint, wrenches the arm again, but he rolls through it and knocks AJP down with a forearm smash. AJP gets up, Saint grabs her and nails the Aztec suplex. Cover from Saint....

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Nailz: So close! I thought Saint had it then, and so did this capacity crowd.

AJP is up quickly, but there is a limp to her step. Saint tries to bounce quickly, and connects with a DDT. Another cover from Saint...

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She is quick to roll away out of the ring to what she believes is safety. But Saint rebounds off the ropes and charges across the ring, landing a suicide dive through the ropes onto AJP. That gets a big pop from the crowd. Saint lifts AJP and rolls her back into the ring. Saint climbs to the top rope, waits for AJP to get to her feet and looks for a cross body from the top rope, but AJP counters with a mid-air calf kick. Both wrestlers are down for a count of five. They rise together, AJP looks for The Makeunder, but counters by falling back onto the ropes and AJP lands on her back.

Nailz: Saint showing his experience to read that.

Beckett: And good job too because many have fallen to the dreaded Makeunder.

AJP gets to her feet, Keaton charges looking for a spear, but AJP counters with a flapjack facebuster. She covers...

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AJP gives the ref another dirty look. She lifts Keaton, hits the ropes looking for a leg lariat, but Saint catches her and tries to nail the Paragon Backbreaker, only for AJP to use the moment to counter with The Makeunder. AJP covers and hooks the legs...

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Winner and moving to the next round of Test For The Best 2013: Aubrey J. Parker

As Parker rolls out of the ring, retrieving that signature black box from the referee, she turns and makes her way up the ramp. The cameras follow her as she goes to the top of the ramp, a broad grin frozen on her face, breathing heavily, almost in a state of shock.

Beckett: It's a good night for the New Sindicate!

Nailz: Parker just made it past a former World Heavyweight Champion!

For a few moments, AJP just stares down the ramp toward Keaton Saint, but turns as he finally meets her gaze and makes her way to the back.

Still, the cameras follow her as her music continues to blare through the PA system, and it finally fades as she makes her way down from the entrance area and then into a long, wide hallway where Tap Out Champion, Logan Alexander can be seen approaching her.

AJP: We did it.... we did it.

Logan nods to her. Two members of his security detail in their L.A.P.S.E. shirts watch from a distance.

LA: "That we did. It's just the first step but it's a good start."

Parker pauses for a moment, catching her breath with her arms over her ribs, and then her eyes move up to Logan's ribs, and a flag seems to go off in her head.

AJP: Are you good? Are you okay?

LA: "I've been better. At least I'm still on my feet."

AJP: .....Good.

She reaches up and placed a hand on Logan's shoulder, a concerned look.

AJP: I'm gonna ask you something.

Without waiting for a response-

AJP: What the hell were you talking to A.C. Smith about?

LA: "You know Smith. He wants to... understand why I'd do 'such a thing' like joining the Sindicate. Maybe he figured he could convince me to leave or something."

Aubrey looks at him, very unsteadily for a few seconds and then smiles.

AJP: Okay.... okay. We're going to need to watch out for him, and all of these Overdrive motherf.... guys coming over here. It's not their world. It's ours.

LA: "Don't worry so much about it, Aubrey. Nothing's really changed from our days on Meltdown. We've been surrounded by opposition since the day we arrived in APW. So what if we're suddenly drawing attention from people on Overdrive now? We're not going to back down just because more people decide to stand against us.

They don't even know what we're fighting for, so how can they really expect to stand against us anyway?"

She breaks her gaze from Logan and takes a step back, shooting another glance at his personal security.

AJP: It's our world, I meant that. Let's start acting like it.

She smirks up at him, casting one hand across his arm before she moves past him and gingerly makes her way toward her locker room.

[President Jeff]

The cameras turned to backstage where Stefan was sitting on his desk with his feet up dressed in a suit as he's got an announcement to make.

Stefan Raab: According to my agent who phoned me last night while I'm in prison. I was told that Level One and his Syndicate crew are coming down to my show to take the fight to Terry Marvin and his pathetic Sindicate crew to my show?

Stefan was kind of angry that he had to do this as he continues to speak.

Stefan Raab: I hate the guy and his faction showing up on Raab - A - Mania is something I'm not going to allow to happen on my watch and because of this threat, I am locking down the arena to protect my champion and his crew. Do it now.

Stefan Raab waves his hand without a care in the world before he continues.

Stefan Raab: This is my big night and I am not going to let Overdrive scum ruin it all for me! The critics have been hoping I'd fail at this job all week and said I was not meant to lead well I am going to prove them wrong tonight by making sure this arena stays Level-One free.

Stefan Raab postures up to the camera as he holds up a fist.

Stefan Raab: In the event Level-One does try to barge his way into my building, I am demanding that all and any Asylum APW Mega Stars deal with Mr. Only by any means possible. I am also demanding that if any Asylum Mega Stars notice anything suspicious like someone running around with a big pair of bolt cutters, I want you to do the right thing. Remember, if you see something, say something. Thank you.

The camera cuts back to the ringside area waiting for the next match that's going to happen.

Stenfelder: The Following Contest is a Qualifying Match for the Test 4 The Best Tournament. Introducing First from Tampa, Florida! He is a Former APW World Heavyweight Champion! "THE PROMISE" ANTHONY BAILEY!!!

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

Beckett: Where is his Tag Title belt? Why wouldn't you bring your belt everywhere you go?

Nailz: This isn't going to be a match, it'll be a fight. No Belts, No Managers, No Partners, Nothing but two men who have Hatred for each other battling it out for a spot in the upcoming Tournament.

"I Won't Deny It, I'm A Straight Ridah"

The Piano comes in followed by a thumping beat as the voice over continues speaking over the music in a whispered voice.

"You Don't Wanna Fuck With Me
Got The Police Bustin At Me
But They Can't Do Nuttin To A G

Let's Get Ready To RUMMMBBBLLLEEE!!"

As the chorus to "Ambitionz Az A Ridah" plays and Tupac comes into rapping his first verse, green bouncing lights stroll around the live audience and thump to the beat of the song. As Jason Kash steps through the back curtain and steps onto the stage, he is met with loud boos and a few die hard cheers.

Stenfelder: Introducing by way of Houston, Texas! He is a World Title GRAND SLAM CHAMPION!! "The Influence" JAAASSSOONN KAAASSH!!

He stops and slowly turns his head side to side as the graphic showing his name appears across the bottom of the screen. He looks over the arena full of fans, accepting whatever reaction they wish to pour down on him as he smiles showing the missing teeth in his smile. His eyes cut to the ring and his smile disappears as he heads towards the ring. At ring side, Kash steps over to the steel stairs and jogs up them quickly. Climbing up onto the ring apron. Kash walks the apron half way and bounces through the middle ropes to enter the ring. There he drops down a upside down Peace sign before he leans against the nearby ropes and is ready for competition.

Anthony Bailey Vs. Jason Kash

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The two men stand at opposites sides of the ring, staring at each other with a cold hard stare. Kash nods at Bailey and smiles, laughing a bit as he comes out of the corner. Bailey slaps his hands together and rubs them as he moves and the two men go into a circle facing each other at all angles. Bailey goes in to lock up but Kash turns and walks away "Not ready" to lock up and the fans boo as Bailey looks at the referee shrugging. Kash bends and tightens the laces on his right boot. Bailey doesn't give him the time to breath and comes in, grabbing Kash's head and spinning it with a neckbreaker. The fans instantly erupts in cheer for Bailey attacking first.

Beckett: He was tying his shoe! He wasn't ready, disqualify that bum!

Nailz: Bum? Haha you are reaching now..

Beckett: Two and Two, that'll be the record between them after this match. Kash wins DOMINATE STYLE!

Nailz: We'll see, I think otherwise. These fans want different. Listen to them!!

As Bailey gets up from the canvas, Kash pops up with him and shoves him back. He rushes Bailey and blasts him to the mouth with an overhand left hand. Bailey comes back with a right and the two trade a few punches. Bailey ducks and spins from an incoming blow and as Kash turns to face Bailey, he walks into a Fireman's Carry takedown. Kash slaps the canvas as he turns onto his stomach and pushes up onto one knee. He mouths a few things at Bailey and "The Promise" gets a turn to smile. Stepping in towards Kash, Bailey goes to grab him but Jason Kash pushes up from his knee, shoving Bailey back and instantly spinning around and hits his "Mark Of JASON" right to Bailey's jaw and drops the former World Champion.

Nailz: OHHH! What an elbow from Jason Kash! That was very well placed..

Beckett: I would like to see that in slow motion, haha..Bailey's jaw would rumble, his skin would wrinkle as his jaw wobbled. Slow motion is funny..

Stepping back, Kash lines up a Running Drive By Big Boot and breaks into a run as Bailey lifts a bit off the canvas. Bailey moves and the Big Boot misses, Bailey school boys Kash and the referee is quick to slap the mat.

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Hurrying to their feet, both Bailey and Kash swing for the fences and connect. They both stumble back from the blows and come in again for more, Kash goes for a Jumping Left Armed Clothesline, Bailey dive rolls under it and comes to his feet. Kash and Bailey turn towards each other and close in and lock up with each other. Bailey winds Kash's right arm and gets behind him with an arm crank. Kash whips back an elbow that catches Bailey to the face. Bailey shoves Kash from behind and rushes at him, jumping off his feet and hitting a one armed Bulldog that plants Kash into the canvas. The crowd erupts from the quick paced action.

Beckett: This is a different kind of match than Mayhem gave us. This is Action in the form of RASSLING!!

Nailz: Finally something we can agree on! This is just awesome!

Pulling Kash to his feet, Bailey turns him around and shoves Kash to the chest. Kash falls back into the nearby ring ropes and quickly, Bailey spins hitting a Spinning Punch to Kash's mouth. Kash falls into the ropes and springs forward with an overhand right but Bailey hooks it and ducks around to the back of Kash. He puts Kash in a Full Nelson and lifts him, slamming him to the canvas. The crowd LOVES the control Bailey is having as he dips out onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckles. Standing high above with Kash is laying on his back, Bailey looks down at his toothless opponent and dives off the top. He curls for a Frogsplash but as he lands, Kash has both his knees up and Bailey crashes over the doubled knees and bounces off them.

The sound of Booing echos through the arena as Kash pushes to his feet after counting the High Risk move. Kash takes two steps in the direction of Bailey and flips over into a Senton across Bailey's midsection. He rolls through the Senton and is back on his feet as his arms raise in the air to get a reaction from the crowd and they deliver with thunderous boos.

Nailz: These people just don't like Kash when he's wrestling Anthony Bailey.

Beckett: To think, he was cheered in his appearance on Overdrive this past Thursday. Hometown or not, Kash usually has a few fans and it seems all of them are being ignorant here tonight..

Kash walks to the corner and puts his back to the turnbuckles. He props himself up onto the second turnbuckle. He measures up Bailey with a diamond like hand window and then slices through the short space of air, crashing down across Bailey's chest with a Second Rope Legdrop. Kash grabs a leg and rolls it up for a pin attempt.

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Immediately Kash argues with the referee, he slaps his hands together three times as if to show the referee how to do it. Rising to his feet, he pulls Bailey up with him but only so he can slap him to the back of his head. "The Promise" comes to life and breaks from Kash's grip, he drills him to the face with a punch. He turns and bursts into a run across the ring, hits the ropes hard and his spring back is lighting fast as he comes back at Kash with a Savate Kick! Kash slaps to the mat and grabs his forehead, bouncing around as the pain becomes an instant headache.

Nailz: Did you hear that? Almost a hollow sound..

Beckett: HEY!! That's just mean! Haha..I'm telling him you said that!

Nailz: I'm small beans to Jason Kash, he has bigger things to accomplish than beating me up for making a joke EVERYONE makes already.

Out from the back comes Leon "The Virus" Roberts and the crowd goes crazy. Bailey is the first to notice Roberts and he doesn't want the interference. Bailey approaches the ropes at the entrance side of the ring and points at Roberts.

Beckett: Leon Roberts, one THIRD of Natural Born Killaz! Titan and Roberts are due for a Tag Title Shot soon, is he here for Bailey or Kash?

Nailz: Possibly both! After Overdrive though, I'd assume he's returning a favor to Kash...OHHHH LOOK!!!

Crawling fast, Jason Kash gets up into a Spider Crawl and comes up behind Bailey, and rolls him up with a School Boy and holds the back waistline of Bailey's ring gear. The referee goes to make the count as Leon Roberts begins to jog to the ring.

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Stenfelder: Winner via Pinfall...JASON KASH!!

As his music plays, Kash releases the pin and rolls out of the ring at the side as Leon Roberts slides into the ring and tries to catch Kash. Falling over the ring barrier, Jason Kash leaves ringside through the fans as Leon Roberts stands inside the ring watching him escape. Anthony Bailey gets to his feet mad, disappointed even as he gives Roberts an off look.

Beckett: Whoa! Kash got out of there in the nick of time..WITH THE VICTORY!! He made it 2 against 2 in the Epic Saga of Bailey and Kash!

Nailz: Jason might have dodged a bullet right now but he'd better be an ACE at playing Hide & Seek cause Roberts doesn't look done searching...

Right before Bailey can spin Roberts around, Leon Roberts exits the ring and decides to hunt down Jason Kash. The referee shrugs his shoulders as Bailey looks at him. Bailey stands there looking disappointed.

[President Jeff]

color=blue]Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is your Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania Main Event![/color]

The crowd sits in hushed anticipation as the arena lights fade to a dim blue. Fog emits from the stage, illuminated by a bright blue light emanating from the stage. “Spaceman,” by The Killers hits the speakers.



The fans erupt in cheers as Biggs enters the arena, holding his hands high in the air. Blue laser lights shoot from the stage, as white strobe lights flash around the arena, and Biggs heads down the ramp with a dance in his step, slapping fives with the fans on his way to the ring.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 217 pounds, Biggs!

Nailz: Biggs made a successful return from injury this past Thursday on Overdrive, defeating Shadow in a Test for the Best Qualifying Match! Tonight, he’s challenging Stefan Raab, with Raab’s control of this show on the line!

Beckett: Now to clarify, Biggs is not fighting to try and become the Asylum GM, rather he’s fighting on the behalf of Reginald Schimdt. If Biggs wins tonight, we go back to the era of ineptitude!

Biggs reaches the ring, and hops up onto the apron before slingshotting himself over the top rope and into the ring. He then raises his arms once more, his fingers extended to signify that he’s #1, prompting blue fireworks to shoot out of the turnbuckles! The lights come back on as he removes his ring jacket and shades.



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

Stenfelder: And his opponent, from Cologne, Germany, weighing in at 260 pounds, the General Manger of Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania himself, “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab!

Nailz: I’ll tell you what, I cannot stand this guy, and neither can the fans! The way he goaded Reginald Schmidt into that match at Mayhem, well, it was just shameful!

Beckett: It was genius is what it was! Raab knew that there was no way that Reginald Schmidt would put up a fight! He did what he had to in order to get what he wanted, plain and simple!

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 his opponent with anger in his eyes waiting for the match to start. With both men in the ring, the ref gets ready to ring bell, but Raab motions for him to hold up, calling for a mic.

Raab: Before we start this match, I have an announcement regarding the next episode of Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania in two weeks! For in two weeks, the APW Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin must defend his title against none other than me, “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab!

The fans boo loudly at this announcement.

Nailz: What an abuse of power! Raab granting himself a title match just because he can is all sorts of wrong!

Raab: Also, Biggs, I just wanted to inform you that for me, there are no disqualifications! You called me a cheater, so now, I’m making it to where there’s no way that I can be cheating! You, however, must fight this match under normal rules!

Nailz: Stefan Raab has just given himself a huge advantage in this match up!

Beckett: Darn right he did! And you know what, more power to him! He’s the man in charge now!

The fans boo loudly at the announcement, while Raab is grinning from ear to ear. Biggs has a determined look in his eyes as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Stefan Raab vs. Biggs

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The two men circle around the ring, sizing each other up. Raab tries to shoot in on Biggs, but The Spaceman dodges, and launches a grazing kick that just barely connects with Raab’s shin. They circle some more, and again Raab shoots in, this time taking a hard kick to the shoulder from Biggs!

Nailz: Both competitors are tentative in the early goings of this match. This is the first time they’ve met, and with so much on the line, neither one wants to make that crucial first mistake that costs them the match!

Beckett: Looking at these two competitors, there’s no doubt that Raab has the size and strength advantage. If he’s going to want to win, he’s going to need to get up in Biggs’ face, and overpower him. However, as we’ve seen in the past, that’s easier said than done!

Raab rubs his shoulder a bit before shooting in one more time, dodging an oncoming kick from Biggs to get right up in his business, launching a series of punishing Boxing Punches, nailing Biggs in the midsection and chin. Raab powers Biggs into the corner, and unloads with a couple of European Uppercuts before pulling Biggs out of the corner, and whipping him hard into the opposite turnbuckle! Raab comes charging in, but Biggs gets both knees up, drilling Raab in the face! Raab gets turned around, and Biggs is quick to apply a Running Bulldog! With the bigger man down, Biggs gives him a couple of Short Leg Drops before shooting the half and going for the first cover of the match, 1
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Nailz: Even though he’s not an Asylum Mega Star, these Asylum fans are going crazy for Biggs!

Beckett: Heck, they could have put Terry Marvin or Level-One in there against Raab, and they’d still get cheered! Nobody recognizes greatness when they see it, and Raab is greatness!

Nailz: Oh please! Quit sucking up!

Back in the ring, Biggs has released the hold, and gets to his feet, quickly nailing Raab in the back of the head with a lighting quick kick! Raab falls to the mat like a ton of bricks, and Biggs goes for the cover, 1
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Beckett: Biggs is really dictating the pace of this match so far. Raab needs to slow things down, otherwise, he’s in for a world of trouble!

Biggs gets back to his feet, and gives Raab a couple of stomps before taking a few steps back. As Raab begins to make his way back to his feet, Biggs is right back there with a Front Foot Dropkick, sending Raab rolling out under the bottom rope! Biggs takes a brief moment to appeal to the fans, while Raab is laid out on the outside!

Nailz: This match is not going Stefan Raab’s way at all! Biggs has been in complete control so far!

Biggs gets a running start to the ropes, while Raab appears to pull something from out of his trunks. Biggs goes for a Suicide Plancha, but Raab smacks him right in the face with an extendable baton! Biggs falls to the floor, and Raab sits him up, getting behind Biggs to choke him with the baton! Biggs’ face is turning an interesting shade of purple, while the fans boo at the top of their lungs!

Beckett: What a smart, smart move by “The Killerplauze!” He knows that Biggs utilizes a high risk, high reward style, and he just made him pay for it!

Nailz: I’m sure that this is just the first of many reasons why Raab made this match No DQ for himself!

The ref is in the ring, telling Raab to get back in, with Raab yelling at him, ”You can’t disqualify me! Count Biggs out!” The ref has no choice but to oblige, beginning the mandatory 10 count.

“1!”

“2!”

The fans are absolutely livid with Raab, and a thunderous “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!” chant gets going. Raab just soaks it in, continuing to choke Biggs out!

“3!”

“4!”

Nailz: This is getting hard to watch.

“5!”

Biggs appears to be just about out of it, but the fans start to clap in unison, trying to will him on!

“6!”

Biggs begins to drive his elbows backwards into the gut of Raab, which staggers Raab enough to allow Biggs to run backwards, driving Raab’s back into the apron!

“7!”

Raab drops the pipe, releasing Biggs! “The Spaceman” rolls into the ring just as the ref reaches “8!” With Biggs back in the ring, the ref stops the count, and motions for Raab to make his way back in.

Nailz: I thought for sure that Raab had things won right there!

Beckett: Biggs got lucky, that’s all!

Biggs is on one knee, sucking in air as Raab slides back into the ring. “The Killerplauze” has a grim look on his face, looking to inflict some more punishment on Biggs. He walks right over to the downed “Spaceman” and gives him a couple of hard shots to the side of the head before pulling him in for a Suplex! Biggs arches his back in pain as Raab pulls him right back up, and gets behind him, delivering a High Angle Back Suplex! Raab isn’t finished though, as he pulls Biggs up one more time, getting behind him once more to deliver an explosive German Suplex! Raab floats over into a cover, 1
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Beckett: It doesn’t matter how good you are, how heralded your return is if you can’t breathe! This is a genius plan by Raab!

Nailz: It’s sick is what it is!

Biggs is trying to fight out of the choke, but he begins to fade fast, and eventually, he goes limp. The ref raises Biggs’ arm for the first time, and it falls straight to the mat. He raises it a second time, and it falls for a second time.

Beckett: If Biggs’ arm falls to the mat one more time, Raab will win this thing!

Nailz: This is sick! This is wrong! I have never, in my life, seen a wrestling match end with such a blatant choke!

The fans are on the edge of their seats, in hushed anticipation as the referee raises Biggs’ arm up for the third and final time. He releases the arm, and it falls like a rock, hitting the mat-NO! Biggs gets his arm up at just the very last second! Raab lets go of the choke, and begins stomping Biggs mercilessly! His face is a bright shade of red, and he’s so livid that actually slips and falls on his bottom. He doesn’t even miss a step, getting back up to his feet, and going right back to stomping Biggs!

Beckett: Raab is like a man possessed! He’s kicking Biggs’ butt right now!

Nailz: Actually, he’s stomping his chest and midsection, but I understand what you’re getting at.

Biggs manages to roll to the ropes, and rolls out onto the apron. Out of instinct, the ref tries to hold Raab back, which prompts the Killerplauze to shove the ref, and get in his face! ”Get out of my way! You cannot disqualify me!”

Nailz: How dare he talk to an official like that! He should be ashamed of himself!

Beckett: I thought you’d know by now that Raab has no shame! And anyways, Raab is right!

While Raab is distracted, Biggs has managed to pull himself up to a standing position on the apron, and as “The Killerplauze” turns around, Biggs manages to slingshot himself up onto the top rope, and jumps off for a Springboard Crossbody, taking the bigger man down! Biggs doesn’t even bother with a cover, getting to his feet and running to the ropes, taking Raab down with a Flying Forearm! Raab gets back up, and gets another Flying Forearm from Biggs! The fans are coming back to life as Biggs connects with a third Flying Forearm! He pulls Raab up by the head, and then twists his arm behind his back into a Hammerlock, and reaches up over his head, pulling him down into a Shockwave Reverse DDT! Biggs goes for a cover, 1
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Nailz: The fans here in the Cajundome want to see Raab lose here tonight! Even though the in-ring action has been superb, nobody wants to see another edition of Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania!

Biggs mounts Raab, giving him a few Forearm Shots to the face before dismounting and pulling Raab up with him. He gives “The Killerplauze” a couple of Calf Kicks, trying to knot up the calves of the current Raab-A-Mania GM! He then shoots Raab into the ropes, and jumps up, taking him down with a Spinning Hurricanrana, the force of which sends Raab rolling beneath the ropes and falling to the arena floor!

Beckett: Biggs better be careful here! Last time he sent Raab out to the floor, Raab pulled that baton from out of nowhere!

Biggs is fired up, and the fans are too, as he steps out onto the apron and measures Raab up. As Raab slowly makes his way up, Biggs gets a running start, and jumps off the apron, going for a Flying Knee! However, Raab counters it with a thunderous Spear, catching Biggs in midair! The counter deflates the crowd!

Nailz: Just look at the way Biggs’ head bounced off the floor there! He could have another concussion from that one!

Beckett: It would be wise for Raab to focus on Biggs’ noggin!

Raab has evil intentions in his eyes, as he heads to the time keeper’s area, and grabs a Steel Chair! He raises the chair high in the air, for all to see, and the fans are livid with Raab. He then walks back to Biggs, who’s coming to on the floor, and waffles him with a Steel Chair Shot right to the face! The impact of the steel chair echoes throughout the arena as Raab pulls the limp Biggs up and rolls him back into the ring, before grabbing the chair again and following him into the ring.

Nailz: Raab has made liberal use of his no DQ clause.

As Biggs is slowly trying to make his way back to his feet, Raab winds up again, and nails him right between the eyes, sending Biggs back down to the mat with his face busted wide open! The fans are letting Raab have all their venom as he wedges the chair between the middle and top turnbuckle. He then pulls Biggs up and whips him towards the corner, causing Biggs to crash head first into the chair! As Biggs comes stumbling out of the corner, Raab is right there to down him with a Killer Cutter!

Beckett: And that, ladies and gentlemen, is all she wrote!

Raab covers Biggs, hooking both legs, 1
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Beckett: I thought for sure he had Biggs there!

Nailz: This has been a hard fought contest, but Biggs is keeping the hopes and dreams of the Asylum fans alive!

In his rage, Raab pulls Biggs back up to his feet, and goes to whip him towards the chair again, but Biggs reverses it, sending Raab crashing chest first into the chair! As Raab holds his chest in pain, Biggs is quick to run up, grab a hold of his head, and run up the ropes, delivering the Bigg Time! With Raab down, Biggs scales the top rope, the fans chanting and cheering loudly as he does so! Once Biggs is perched up top, he immediately leaps off and nails Raab with a UFO Frog Splash! He hooks the leg, 1
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Winner: Biggs[/center]

“Spaceman” hits the speakers as the ref raises Biggs’ arm in victory. Biggs leaves the ring, slapping fives with the fans before heading up the ramp. Raab is still loopy as Biggs reaches the stage, where he’s joined by Reginald and Bambi! Biggs raises Reginald’s arm high in the air, drawing a loud pop from the crowd!

Nailz: Order has been restored to the Asylum! Reginald Schmidt is back in charge!

Beckett: NO! NO! NO! The Era of Ineptitude is back in full force! Why!?

As Raab comes to in the ring, he hears “Spaceman” over the speakers, and is instantly enraged! He begins to throw the mother of all temper tantrums in the ring, kicking the bottom ropes repeatedly as he curses in German at the top of his lungs! The fans are singing, “Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na, Hey-eh-eh, Good Bye! Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na, Hey-eh-eh, Good Bye!”

Beckett: This is a dark day for Stefan Raab and Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania!

Nailz: Folks, don’t you dare go anywhere! We’re heading into our final commercial break!

Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania fades to commercial with Reginald, Bambi, and Biggs all celebrating on the stage while Raab continues to lose it inside the ring.

[President Jeff]

ITS SHOWTIME

Blue and silver lights hit the stage as "Hate Me Now" Hits as the crowd erupts in boos as Through the curtain walks APW Tap Out Champion Logan Alexander steps through the curtain with his Tag team Partner Aubrey J. Parker. Next steps Christian Kane who holds his arms up posing for the fans as they boo at him jealousy. He glares at all of them before out walks the APW Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin! Terry smirks as the boos continue to rain down. They all raise their arms as PYRO shoots out from all around the stage. They all smirk and slowly walk down the ramp, sharing some unkind words for the crowd sitting at ringside. They get down to the ring and each member takes a side before they all slide in at the same time.

The crowd boos as they each pick a turnbuckle, climb up and pose for the crowd. They get back down on the ring and Terry hands the Microphone directly to Christian Kane.

Christain Kane: You know when I joined this group I expected a hint of cynicism. From you people, mostly - but I never expected it from someone who was supposed to be on our side. On Overdrive Level One had some...choice...words for me and if I didn't respect the integrity of the NEW Sindicate as much as I do I would have laid him out right there. I will prove Level One wrong, I will prove all of you people wrong and I'll do that by taking your Suicidal title, Kaylyn James Evans.

If you thought you could get away from me then I'm sorry, sweetcheeks, but you've got me all wrong. Guys like me don't give up too easily, and I want your title belt. You struggled to defeat an unmotivated Christian Kane with no direction whatsoever. Now do you know who you're dealing with? You're dealing with a motivated Christian Kane backed by the New Syndicate. The clock's ticking, girl.

He sneers at the crowd who is showing him no love. Terry laughs as Christaian hands the mic to Logan Alexander.

Logan takes hold of the mic and looks around at the crowd who have resumed booing.

LA: "Please children. If you could all settle down for a little while and let the adults speak it would be appreciated."

This just sparks a louder chorus of boos from the crowd. Logan looks to Terry, Christian, and Aubrey in turn and just shrugs.

LA: "Really people. What have we done to garner such blatantly negative responses from all of you? Are you going to begrudge us all for doing things that have been required to endure in this business."

"We've all done things to safeguard ourselves from those who are no more virtuous than we are. Sometimes things just come down to being about the survival of the fittest."

"And the four of us have survived a lot that has been thrown our way. You don't even have to look much further than the dominant centerpiece of this establishment, your Undisputed champion, to see that."

This draws another round of boos. Terry adjusts his title and smiles as he pats Logan on the back. Terry raises his title up high for all to see as the crowd continues to boo.

LA: "But maybe that's what all of you don't like either. Not only have we survived, but collectively we have thrived. Maybe it's the fact that we've garnered so much success that sets all of you and everyone in the back on edge."

"Aubrey, Kane, and I... we've constantly been overlooked, under-appreciated and disrespected. Everyone's been plotting and maneuvering to cut us down from day one. Now that we've decided to do something about it, none of you can stomach it."

He looks around disapprovingly at the crowd.

LA: "We're going to be here for a long time to come. So you may as well get used to it."

Logan tosses the Mic to Aubrey J. Parker. The crowd boos as she just lets out a little smirk

AJP: A lot of people look at the New Sindicate as some sort of... temporary fixture for what the fanboys are calling a "faction" war...

There is an explosive reaction at the mention of such a spectacle, and the camera pans around the arena, showing men and children pumping their fists into the air, cheering.

AJP: ...but as much as you would love to discredit our longevity, that's not what this is. This is a group dedicated to looking out for the best interests of the four most valuable players in Action Packed Wrestling. All of them are in this ring, and none of them get the respect they deserve.

Look at Logan... look at what he had to go through, to put on a match that you people voted for on May 20th. Look at what happened to him, and you people cheered for it. You cheered when a man that has done nothing but give his heart to you got hurt.

You cheered when Kaylyn James Evans tied me to a tag rope at Mayhem, and you cheered every time she hit me in my broken ribs. You loved it.

This does get a pop from the audience and Parker scowls at them.

AJP: And this is exactly why we're going to take control of every single championship- every single division- and take over this whole show. Whether we take Asylum or we take over Raab-a-Mania, the final shot, and those fleeting moments will be the same... Aubrey J. Parker, Christian Kane, Logan Alexander, Terry Marvin- the NEW Sindicate standing tall... standing victorious... the way it's supposed to be.

She hands the microphone back to Terry.

Terry Marvin: Jealous Much? I know why you hate us so much. It’s because we represent everything you wish you had: Brains, Sex Appeal, Unimaginable Talent, and insurmountable Success! But the thing you can‘t handle the most… is you know that every word that comes out of our mouth is the 100% truth. And you can‘t handle that. You can‘t handle that the so called BAD GUYS are the real ones to look up to here in APW. And your so called Heroes… They‘re nothing more than B-Movie Villians! The sooner you com to terms with that fact the better.

The crowd boos loudly. Terry just smirks as he shakes his head.

Terry Marvin: So here it is folks. I’ve done it all on Overdrive, beat everyone in my path. Here on Asylum, I’ve beaten your precious Keaton Saint, the only one of you fools who had a chance in hell of being worthy of my Undisputed Championship. I look over the roster and I see it full of blatant jokes of this business. There are feces obsessed maniacs, ghetto superstars, and a wide variety of the mundane and mediocre. There is NO true contender to my title. The only people WORTHY are the ones standing in the ring with me right now!

More boos as Terry smirks at his Sindicate compatriots.

Terry Marvin: But the hypocrisy of the APW Powers that be wouldn’t EVER allow something that logical to happen on their watch. No, they’d rather throw me in the fire against un worthy and ungrateful foes who haven’t earned so much as their paychecks, let alone a title shot. Well, I’ve decided I’m going to let the fates pick my contender for me today. So here’s what’s gonna happen. The first of you bottom feeding freak shows in that locker room to come out here and DEFEAT God’s Gift to Wrestling… will earn yourselves a shot at me at Test For the Best!

Nailz: WHAT! Can he do that?

Becket: I think he just did!

The crowd cheers at this as the Sindicate members all stand there smugly looking at the ramp.

Terry Marvin: So who’s it gonna be? Who’s gonna walk down that ring. And Shut me up?

They stand there for many uncomfortable seconds as different names are chanted from the crowd. Everyone from “Anthony Bailey” to “Jason Kash” to “Michael Lively” to “Keaton Saint”. But nobody comes out.

Terry Marvin: Nobody? Nobody thinks they have what it takes to Take me out? That figures! For all the bravado you people talk… Nobody has a backbone. Well it looks like I’ll be taking a little vacation and …..

Suddenly “I’m Your Favorite Drug” plays as the crowd leaps on their feet and erupts in cheers. Everybody’s attention is called to the entrance area as Out pops Kaylyn James Evans dressed to compete! She slowly makes her way down to the ring as The Sindicate all looks at each other curiously. KJE slides in the ring showing no fear as she hoists her Suicidal Championship over her shoulder. Terry smiles and raises the mic.

Nailz: KAYLYN JAMES EVANS! And I think she‘s out here to take Terry‘s Challenge.

Becket: That‘s crazy… maybe she‘s just here to beg forgiveness for the cruel way she retained that title at Mayhem.

Terry Marvin: What’s wrong little girl? You lost? I think the strippers entrance is the other way…..

With that, KJE rips the mic out of Terry’s hand. Christian Kane darts for her but AJP holds him back. Marvin stands there staring at her with fury in his eyes.

KJE: You said that whoever comes down here and beat you….gets a shot. Well here I am! Time for you to put up or SHUT UP!

The crowd pops again as the Sindicate pause for a moment…..then all break out in laughter.

Terry Marvin: You? YOU are the best Asylum could do? Never shot a fish in a barrel before.. Didn’t think that title meant you were ACTUALLY Suicidal! But hey… Who am I to say no… REFEREE! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!

Nailz: OH MY GOD! ITS HAPPENING!

Becket: I’m at a loss for words folks!

The crowd cheers again as Terry hands his title to AJP and takes his Jacket off. With a nod and a smile at the rest of the Sindicate, they roll out of the ring. He turns and looks at KJE as the Ref hit’s the ring.

Terry Marvin © vs. Kaylyn James Evans

Terry charges right at her and she Manages to side step him. She hits a dropkick to the back of his knee dropping him down to one knee she then runs and hits him with a Shinning Wizard! Terry rolls down and out of the ring as he looks up at her. The crowd cheers!

Nailz: UH OH! Marvin was expecting a cake walk but KJE came here to fight!

Marvin rolls back in the ring and stares her down. He comes for a lock up, but again she uses her quickness and rolls around him. She grabs him for an STO, but Terry blocks it, grabs her hair and throws her down to the mat! The crowd boos as Terry stomps the hell out of her, kicking her hard while she’s down. Terry yanks her to her feet by her hair and pulls it back as he puts her in the corner. He screams at her before nailing her with some hard knife edge shots and then pulls her out with a Overhead Belly To Belly. He runs over and makes the cover, getting only a two count.

Becket: Terry’s showing that little skank who’s boss. She’ll regret messing with him!

Terry pulls her up for a SIDE Effect, but KJE rolls out of it and his a Backflip Kick to Terry sending him stumbling back. She launches with a Spear that sends him into the Turnbuckle. She grabs his head hops on the turnbuckle and pulls him off with a Tornado DDT! She goes back to the turnbuckle and comes off with a Sky High Leg Drop. She makes a cover.

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Nailz: WHOA! Close one there!

Becket: I can‘t believe this, it‘s a travesty

KJE gets back up and runs to the ropes. But as she gets there, Christian Kane reaches out and grabs her leg tripping her up. KJE turns and yells at him. He smirks and points behind her as the three on the outside all laugh. KJE stumbles back and TERRY HITS THE YOU’RE CANCELLED!

Nailz: THAT was despicable! KJE was getting momentum, then Christian went and interfered.

Becket: Says you. The ref didn‘t see it…it didn‘t happen.

Nailz: WAIT! Now What!


Terry Marvin is up to his knees and looks down at Kaylyn James Evans with disgust. He walks around her downed body before planting a foot across her jaw as the referee drops down to make the count.

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Terry Marvin removes a foot off her face breaking up the pin fall and the crowd gives him shit for it!

Nailz: This is disgusting! Terry Marvin is just toying with Kaylyn James Evans right now - this NEW Sindicate is just a gang, just a pack of bullies!

Becket: Those are some unfounded claims right there, the sindicate could take you to court for that.

Nailz: Hey, wait... there's something going on backstage!

Backstage we see Reaver, Micheal Lively and Sabur doing a number on the APW security team clearing them out from the backstage entrance! The distraction allows Jason Kash wielding a big pair of clippers to approach the door which has has been reinforced by an extra lock and chair and cuts it right off.

The door flings open and Level-One along with the LeWinter sisters are on the other side! Jason Kash flashes a signature toothy grin as Level-One and the sisters walk past him.

Level-One: Thanks, I owe you one.

Jason Kash nods at him.

Jason Kash: Go out there and pay me back then.

Level-One and the LeWinter sisters break out into a full sprint before we're back at ring side where Terry Marvin has thrown Kaylyn James Evans outside the ring and is talking with the ref allowing his ''NEW Sindicate'' members to kick and stomp on Kaylyn to appease their thirst for her blood.

Nailz: Ladies and gentlemen Jason Kash and the rest of foul play have allowed Level-One to breech Steffan Raab's security brigade all seemingly to stick it to the Sindicate!

Beckett: If that's what they were going for, he may have just helped Marvin. Level-One stated he was coming here to fix things, Nailz.

Nailz: Well, somethings got to give! This disgusting assault needs to end!

Christian Kane whips Kaylyn James Evans into the steel steps hard! He picks her up by her hair and shoves her onto the apron while Aubrey hops up and shoves her into the ring with her foot. Terry Marvin moves past the referee and Logan tosses Terry Marvin a microphone. He drags Kaylyn with his free hand up to her feet.

Terry Marvin: How dare you insult me like this! This is all you have to OFFER me!? Showtime is OVER for YOU!

Before Terry Marvin can act on it, Kaylyn drops down to her knees and manages to will a low blow groin shot on Terry Marvin! The dirty maneuver gains the approval of the crowd as Kaylyn James Evans follows it up with a flying Pele Kick!

Nailz: Kaylyn Evans might be getting back into this thing!

Beckett: Nope, look out!

''Put You On game'' blasts the PA System as Level-One and the LeWinter sisters step out from behind the curtains and the crowd can't help but boo them by default. Level-One is already holding a steel chair as the LeWinter sisters run right towards the ring. The ''NEW'' Sindicate goes right on the attack as Christian Kane, Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker head up the ramp to defend their leader!

Nailz: Oh, here we go!

Beckett: This is crazy!

Aubrey J. Parkers comes flying at Level-One but is swatted out of the air with the swinging steel chair and crashes onto the ramp stomach first! Logan Alexander comes running in with reckless abandon and Level-One rams the top of the steel steel chair into Logan's sternum causing him to double over in pain.

Christian Kane and Level-One are in a bit of a stand off and Christian Kane wants nothing to do with Level-One.

Nailz: Christian Kane isn't so tough now!

Beckett: He's not scared. He just doesn't want to have to beat up on a brethren! They are apart of the Sindicate whether Level-One likes it or not!

Level-One tosses Christian Kane the steel chair and walks right past him. Christian Kane's eyes light up as he aims it for the back of Level-One's head but Level-One takes a step back and kicks the chair right into the fact of Christian Kane garnishing a positive response from the crowd!

Nailz: The ''NEW'' Sindicate showed some guts challenging Level-One but one by one he knocked him down!

Beckett: I hate this guy already! He was using a steel chair for god sakes, he's no underdog!

Inside the ring, Terry Marvin looks up at the LeWinter sisters as Kaylyn Evans stands around seemingly confused as to what's going on. Terry Marvin stumbles to his feet and seems to be communicating with the LeWinter sisters as he approaches them. However, Violet LeWinter turns around and slaps Kaylyn James Evans right across the face!

Nailz: What the hell!?

Beckett: The referee is waving this off!

The winner by DISQUALIFICATION, Kaylyn James Evans!

Nailz: Does this mean...

Beckett: The Sindicate just screwed over the New Sindicate! They screwed over Terry Marvin! This isn't fair, stop this now!

Nailz: Kaylyn James Evans has just become the NEW Undisputed Title contender at Test for the Best!

Beckett: NO!? HOW!? She's just a girl!?

Kaylyn Evans confusion dissapears as she begins to smile. The LeWinter sisters look at her and they all begin to laugh. Terry Marvin can't believe what just happened and is protesting with the referee but to no avail. The LeWinter sisters continue to point and laugh as they exit the ring and join Level-One on the ramp.

Nailz: This was no coincidence! This so called ''Synndicate'' is a real thing and it looks like they just added a number to their label.

Beckett: This isn't diplomacy, Nailz! Level-One said he was coming to fix things with Terry Marvin and all he's done is give an undeserving challenger the next title shot.

The Synndicate walks past the downed bodies of the NEW Sindicate and pose at the top of the ramp, holding each others arms up in a dominate display.

Nailz: The Synndicate has gotten the upper hand this time out but knowing Terry Marvin he'll find a way to even the score.

With that, The APW logo flashes on the screen and we go off the air