Asylum 6/16- Atlanta, Georgia

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APW Asylum comes on the air, without the usual fanfare. Instead, “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab is already in the ring, with a mic in hand. A man in a dark pinstripe suit, with a funny looking haircut stands behind Raab, with a briefcase in hand. The fans are booing Raab mercilessly, while “The Killerplauze” appears to be all business.

Raab: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here tonight with my respectable attorney, one Mr. Eric von Schnitzel, to file a grievance with APW!

This draws even more boos from the crowd.

Raab: At RassleMania IX, I defeated APW President, “Hurricane” Jeff, to gain the right to rechristen APW Asylum as Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania. However, I was denied this right by Reginald Schmidt. This past month, at Mayhem, I defeated Reginald Schmidt to, this time with a binding contract, dictating that it was indeed my right to take control of Asylum, and to do with it what I pleased. Again, President Jeff stuck his nose into my affairs when he told me that I would have to fight the returning Biggs to defend my right of running Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania. In booking that match, President Jeff was guilty of perpetrating Double Jeopardy on myself, which is illegal under your American laws. What’s worse is that I am sensing very real discrimination against myself, because of the fact that I am German. I get the feeling that APW higher ups do not believe that a German man can effectively run APW Asylum, or rather, Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania, and as such, I will be filing an anti-discrimination lawsuit against APW not just in American court, but German court as well!

Nailz: What a hypocrite! That’s double jeopardy as well!

Beckett: I’m a-ok with anything that will get that incompetent boob Reginald Schmidt out of office! Heck, I’ll even testify on Raab’s behalf!

The crowd is absolutely livid with Raab, chanting “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!” at “The Killerplauze.”

Raab: You’d best be careful, otherwise I will sue each and every one of you for discrimination as well!

Raab is interrupted by the sounds of “Never Gonna Give You Up/Smells Like Teen Spirit,” as the General Manager of Asylum, Reginald Schmidt, makes his way into the arena to thunderous cheers from the crowd!

Nailz: Thank goodness! Finally, the voice of reason is here!

Beckett: If Reginald Schmidt is your idea of the voice of reason, well, brother, you’ve got issues!

Reginald has a stern look on his face as he walks down the ring with purpose.

Raab: Ah, Reginald, it is so nice to see you again! Come, come on down to the ring…

Reginald steps between the ropes and calls for a mic.

Reginald: Now just hold it right there, Mister! Before you go on hijacking this show and threatening frivolous lawsuits against APW, let me remind you who is in charge of Asylum, ME!

Raab: Only because you got help from President Jeff’s friend, Biggs! He’s not even an Asylum Mega Star! If anyone should fight for Asylum, it should be somebody on the Asylum roster!

Reginald: Listen, pal, you lost the match, so you lost Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania. Deal with it!

Raab’s lawyer whispers into his ear. A sly grin crosses the face of Raab as he responds the Asylum GM.

Raab: Believe me, Reginald, I intend to do just that! Because I will take you and President Jeff to court, taking the both of you for all you’re worth! Then, I won’t just have control of Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania, but instead, all of APW! How do you think it would sit with Jeff knowing that it was under your bumbling watch that his company was taken from him?

Reginald: You don’t have a case, and you know it!

Raab: But I am filing in German courts. After all, APW is a global company! But I’ll tell you what, Reginald Schmidt, since I’m such a nice guy, I’ll give you one option to avoid the courts, to avoid all the litigation. I want another match with you, with Asylum on the line once more…

Raab glares into the eyes of Reginald, with a sick grin on his face. Reginald is visibly nervous, his voice shaking as he replies.

Reginald: Listen, man, we all know what happened last time. You knocked me out with one punch. There’s no way that I can beat you…

Raab: Just like there’s no way that you can beat me in German court! It’s your choice, Reginald. Either I get Asylum, or I get all of APW! What’s it going to be?

The crowd is not pleased with the developments at all, and are waiting in hushed silence for Reginald’s response. Reginald shakes his head, and looks down at his feet.

Raab: What’s it going to be Reginald? I need a response!

Reginald: Fine…fine…I’ll do it.

Raab: Good! GOOD! That match starts right now!

Raab blasts Reginald in the side of the head with his mic, knocking the older man out! The lawyer removes his suit jacket and dress shirt to reveal a referee shirt! Raab picks up the mic as the lawyer calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Stefan Raab vs. Reginald Schmidt

Raab: Oh yes, I forgot to mention, my lawyer is also an officially trained and licensed referee!

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Winner: “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab

Raab still has his mic in hand, and announces his own victory.

Raab: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, by pinfall, and the new General Manager of Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania, not to mention the sexiest wrestler in the world, “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab!

Raab bends down to give Reginald a couple of light slaps on the cheek.

Raab: By the way, since I'm such a nice guy, and the fact that I have an Undisputed Championship Match later tonight, I'm going to let you run tonight's show. Good luck on being a lame duck...

“Wretches and Kings” begins to play as the fans boo Raab and his lawyer at the top of their lungs! A few fans even start to throw garbage towards the ring. Raab just laughs it up, soaking in the hatred of the crowd. The camera shifts to the announce team of Russ T. Nailz and Steve Beckett at ringside.

Nailz: What a malarkey, what a joke!

Beckett: I think you mean what brilliance! We are back into the era of Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania, and it is glorious! This time, it had better stick!

Nailz: Well, despite this auspicious start to Asylum, we have a jam packed show for you tonight, where every match has implications for Test for the Best! We have three Tournament Matches and a Last Chance Battle Royale! Jason Kash and Jair Hopkins clash, while Christian Kane takes on Michael Lively, and AJP faces off against her friend and partner, Alexander Logan! Tonight, we will find out which four Mega Stars will represent Asylum in the Test for the Best tournament!

Beckett: And in our main event, APW Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin defends his belt against our new glorious leader, Stefan Raab! This very well could be the best night of Raab’s career, if he can capture the Undisputed Championship in addition to his newly won role as General Manager!

Nailz: When we get back from the break, we’ll have our first Test for the Best match of the evening, as Jason Kash battles Jair Hopkins! We’ll see you in two and two!

Beckett: Oh, a Chuck Woolery reference! I love it!

Asylum fades to a commercial break.

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The camera cuts to the center of the ring where Stenfelder is standing with a microphone in hand.

Stenfelder: The following contest is a Test for the Best Qualifying Match!

Welcome to Atlanta where the playas play,
And we ride on them things like everyday,
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

The Atlanta crowd starts erupting to the song "Welcome To Atlanta", never before has Jason Kash gotten a bigger reaction as he steps out from the back with a smile on his face. He dopes a little butt shake from side to side as the crowd roars for him. He laughs and stands to the edge of the stage where it turns into the aisle way. He leans over, slaps the metal surface twice and throws his arms up high as the crowds roars again. As he heads to the ring, the vocals for the song blare through the arena.

Now the party don't start 'til I walk in,
And I usually don't leave until the thing ends,
But in the meantime, in between time,
You work your thing, I'll work mine.
I been puttin' it down here since '83,
Since the Lake Shore/MD rivalry,
More froze than bad ice, With a place to be,
If you was ridin' you was bumpin' your homie Shadi,
I'm the MBP, Most Ballenous Player,
Make my own rules bitch call me the mayor.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring, from Houston, Texas, by way of Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 225 pounds, Jason Kash!

Nailz: It will be interesting to see how the crowd reacts tonight, considering that Kash is a hometown boy. Note that I didn't say hometown hero...

Beckett: There's no need to be subtle! Kash has done a lot of bad things lately as a member of Foul Play. No need to sugar coat it!

At ringside, Kash slaps a few hands to the people hanging over the ring barrier. He lays back against the barrier and the fans cover his chest with roaming hands and pats. He pulls free as a few girls try to hold on. He can't believe the love from his birthplace. He jogs up the steel stairs and walks along the ring apron before dipping through the middle ropes. He does a little more dancing as the music cuts out and his opponent is introduced.

Nailz: Well are you ready for another installment of Foul Play versus the Dying Breed?

Beckett: Seems like Kash has had to run the gauntlet against these guys as of late.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, 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.

Test for the Best Qualifying Match
Jason Kash vs. Jair Hopkins

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Nailz: Here we go!

Kash and Hopkins walk to the center of the ring and lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. The two struggle for leverage as Kash uses his size and strength advantage to drive Hopkins into the corner. With Hopkins' back against the turnbuckle the ref slides in to break up the stalemate. Hopkins keeps his hand cocked back, weary of the break. Kash steps backwards with both hands in the air. Once the ref clears the way Kash catches Hopkins with a Bell Clap sending him back into the corner. Kash grabs Jair and whips him to the opposite corner. Kash charges drives his knee to the groin of Hopkins doubling him over. Kash lifts Hopkins' head and smashes him with a couple of back elbows dropping Hopkins to the ground. Kash lifts him up and slams him back to the ground with a belly to belly suplex. Without hesitation Kash grabs Hopkins arms and extends it out before stomping on his hand twice! Hopkins pulls his arm back and tucks it under his body.

Nailz: Kash is really highlighting his unorthodox brawler style of offense!

Beckett: If anything Kash is just showing he'll do whatever it takes to get another win over The Dying Breed!

Kash moves down to the feet of Hopkins folding his right leg behind his left and locking in an elevated cloverleaf! Hopkins starts grimacing in pain as he inches his way towards the ropes. Hopkins gets within a fingertips length away before Kash pulls him back to the center of the ring. Kash drops down to one knee to put a more severe arch on Hopkins body. Hopkins puts both hands on the mat and pushes up to do a hand stand forcing Kash to his feet. Hopkins pulls himself up and drops a few 12 to 6 elbows to the top of Kash's head to break the hold. Kash releases as he stumbles backwards. Hopkins lands on his feet he charges and knocks Kash down with a flying calf kick. Both men are quick to their feet and Hopkins tosses Kash back to the mat with a Japanese arm drag. Hopkins follows that up with a scoop slam as the pace begins to quicken. Kash is quick to his feet again and is thrown again, this time with a hurricanrana. Kash rolls under the bottom rope to try and regain his composure. Hopkins keeps up the onslaught and by diving between the middle and top rope catching Kash with a suicide dive!

Nailz: Hopkins is dazzling the crowd with his speed!

Beckett: It's going to be the best way to counteract Kash's brawling.

Hopkins lifts Kash up and rolls him back into the ring. Hopkins jumps to the apron and stands poised as Kash climbs to his feet. Hopkins launches himself to the top rope, springboarding himself over and catching Kash with a front face lock before dropping him with a DDT! Hopkins lifts Kash to his feet and holds him vertically in the air before dropping him down and floating over with a cover.

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Nailz: What a beautiful float over suplex!

Hopkins catches his breath for a moment on his knees. He helps Kash up and kicks him in the gut. With another front face lock and a grab of Kash's shorts Hopkins drives him head first with an implant DDT. Hopkins flips Kash to his back and delivers a standing moonsault. Hopkins stays on top of Kash and hooks the leg for another pin attempt

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Beckett: That one was close. Kash is going to have to turn it around, and soon!

Nailz: Hopkins is really turning it on.

Hopkins helps Kash to his feet and whips him to the corner. He follows pursuit and catches him with a running high knee. Hopkins transitions into a running bulldog! Kash staggers to his feet as gets hit with a knee to the midsection. Hopkins pulls him backwards and lifts him into the air, dropping him with an inverted DDT. Hopkins runs to the ropes and springboards into a moonsault coming down with a double foot stomp. Kash rolls out of the ring avoiding the final part of the OMFG! Kash is leaning against the barricade with a smile exposing those missing teeth.

Nailz: That's a smile only a mom could love.

Hopkins is on the top rope and flys towards Kash with a diving crossbody. Kash leaps into the air and drop kicks Hopkins in mid air! Hopkins holds his gut and rolls on the ground. Kash climbs onto the apron and waits for Hopkins to get to his feet. Kash runs leaping off the apron with a diving spear! Kash lifts Hopkins and rolls him into the ring. Kash lifts Hopkins to his feet and drops him back down with an exploder suplex. Kash moves down to the lower body and splits Hopkins legs apart repeatedly dropping his knee to the crotch of Jair. Kash moves to the corner and pats his elbow a few times waiting for Hopkins to collect himself. Kash charges and connects with a rolling elbow smash! Kash lays on top of Hopkins for the cover.

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Nailz: I thought that was it! Hopkins looks out cold after the Mark of Jason!

Beckett: I can't believe Hopkins kicked out! Kash took his head off!

Kash helps Hopkins up and holds him in a vertical suplex looking for a domebuster. Hopkins counters with a few knees to the head Kash releases and both men end up on their feet. Kash charges looking for clothesline but Hopkins ducks. Hopkins leaps up with a drop kick and Kash swats him aside. Kash tries to land a running Senton to the grounded Hopkins but he rolls out out of the way. Both men get to their feet and Jair lifts Kash up for a Samoan drop. Kash hits him with a couple of elbows to break out. Hopkins runs towards the ropes rebounding with a clothesline of his own. Kash ducks under and goes for the UTI Neckbreaker, but Hopkins shoves him off! As Kash turns around, Hopkins gives him a Knee Smash to the gut, then twists him around to nail a Lifted Inverted DDT! With Kash on the mat, Jair runs to the ropes, and jumps up, nailing Kash with a Spingboard Moonsault Foot Stomp right in the chest!

Nailz: OMFG!! Hopkins just hit the OMFG!!

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Winner: Jair Hopkins[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, and moving on in the Test for the Best Tournament, Jair Hopkins!

"The Fire" hits the speakers as Jair gets his arm raised in victory. Kash rolls out of the ring, clutching his chest in pain.

Nailz: The Dying Breed comes out on top against Foul Play here tonight! What an excellent bout, though! This one really could have gone either way!

Beckett: Lucky for Kash that he's now entered in the Last Chance Battle Royale later tonight! His tournament hopes aren't squashed just yet!

Jair continues to celebrate, slapping fives with the fans at ringside.

We cut to backstage, where a lot of debris has been thrown around. The three members of Natural Born Killaz are arguing about what happened on Meltdown.

Jennings: Well at least we got in here.

Titan: Yeah, thanks man.

Leon: Indeed. Still...This is bullshit!

Jennings: What the fuck are you bitching about now? What is bullshit? The fact that nobody is talking about us and instead are talking about the egomaniacs who have taken over this company?

Leon: Exactly!

Jennings: This is what's pissing me off. The fact is we are not even getting any attention. Everybody in this company knows that I'm on another level than everybody here. I can out wrestle and out talk anybody they've got. I am the best there is in this company right now. You guys are the future of the tag team division and the future champions yet what's happening? We're stuck bottom feeding and barely get promoted yet at the same time we're kicking everybody's ass.

Titan: Damn right we’re the best.

The three all sit down on the crates. Titan sighs, while Leon angrily chugs down a beer. Jennings looks like he’s about to rip his own hair out.

Leon: Now Listen to me, the both of you. I don't give a fuck about anything happening in your life, especially if it's causing distractions. Titan, you need to get your head in the game better, or I'm gonna personally beat you like your my personal punching bag. And Jennings. I know you got other things on your mind. But non of that matters. We're Natural Born Fucken Killaz! Michael. You did very good. But next time, don't let him walk away. You're gonna have to beat him... No...scratch that...Bludgeon him until he's bleeding a fountain of blood. You want to send a message, you do it the right way. The bloody way.

Jennings: DAMN RIGHT! That's what I think we need to do. If we want attention we're going to have to do it by declaring war on everybody else. The fans don't care about right or wrong. They just come to these shows to see violence and verbal sparring. This is like a soap opera for the wretched refuse of society. Now I've got a lot going on in my life. I got engaged, my girlfriend is pregnant, and my father just got out of jail. But do these fans care about any of that? They only care about the guys in the main event scene, not us. I think we need to show them that we should be at the top of this company. That we should be the ones that everybody should be worried about. We've been shackled like convicted thieves by management. They don't want us to succeed. Hell if we were smart we'd show everyone that we're not messing around and join up with either Foul Play or Iron Nightmare. Those guys you might not like but they don't fuck around in the ring or anywhere else for that matter. They're ass kickers like us. We need to get as violent and savage as they are in order to succeed.

Titan: Yo fuck that shit man. Those bitches ain’t Killaz, they just nothing more then a buncha cocksuckas!

Leon: True enough. But Jennings, as much as I don’t like them…maybe you do have a point. Maybe. But regardless, they are the first examples. Don’t think for one fucken second I’m gonna let Foul Play get away with what happened recently, or let the iron twats get simple invites. If any of them are smart, they’ll bow down to me, ask for my forgiveness. Then we’ll see. But for tonight, we hang back, ad scope out what Asylum has to offer.

Jennings: Like it will be any different! This company is nothing but garbage!

Leon: Then there is one one fucken thing to do about it. War. All or nothing war. Whatever reasons you might have, it all boils down to who has the balls to bust balls, cause blood stained waterfalls. Titan: you ready to go gangsta on these twats?

Titan: Yeah you know me. Always ready for some action yo!

Leon: Good. And you Jennings...You ready?

Jennings: FUCK YEAH! I...I will say it right now...WAR'S BEEN DECLARED!

Titan: TO WAR!

Leon: FUCK YEAH!

Michael looks at the camera. Leon and Titan both do as well. Leon takes off his gloves, as he motions for the Cameraman to come in close. Leon shows both his hands to the camera, which look like there are Pentagrams branded into the skin.

Leon: Hate, is the only thing this world knows well. We’re about to spread that hate to new levels. The hands of hell, have been revealed to the world again, and the destruction in our path, is going to be glorious!

The cameraman backs away, almost scared of the three. Jennings however, gets up, and begins to rant as well.

Jennings: I’ll say it once again, in case you jackoffs didn’t get it the first time. WE ARE AT WAR! Look around you, people. There's nothing but savage, violent psychopaths in APW. This organization has gone to total anarchy over the past few weeks. Wrestlers attacking wrestlers with weapons. Groups forming, new enemies being made. William Shakespeare must be smiling somewhere in the deepest depths of Hell over all of this because the amount of fighting going on here would make him proud. There's a lot of primadonnas and divas around here. The great success stories around here are the guys who aren't looking for air time. THEY JUST GO OUT THERE AND KICK SOMEBODY'S ASS JUST LIKE WE DO ON WEEKLY BASIS IN APW! WE ARE THE FUTURE OF APW! WE ARE THE NEW ORDER! WE ARE THE FOUNDING FATHERS OF THIS NEW GENERATION OF HATE AND VIOLENCE! WE ARE...the saviors of this wretched organization. Only we can save APW from mediocrity. We are the revolution.

Titan: Fuck the Syndicate! Fuck it’s knockoff! Fuck Every goddman tag team in our way, and especially…FUCK DA LEAGUE! We are your superiors in every goddamn way mothafuckas! You can’t go against Killaz like us. We are everybody’s fucken superiors! So kneel…BEFORE YOUR MASTAS!

Jennings grabs a chair and tosses it across the room. Titan begins to laugh like a hyhena when that happens, quite enjoying the lunacy. Leon also smirks, seeing Jennings all fired up.

Jennings: YOU WANT ENTERTAINMENT, APW?! WE'LL GIVE YOU ENTERTAINMENT!

Leon finishes up his beer, and throws it down on the ground before stomping on it.

Leon: WE'LL GIVE YOU ENTERTAINMENT THROUGH DESTRUCTION!

Michael grabs another chair and throws it at the camera as a loud commotion is heard. The scene gets staticy before fading to black.

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Asylum comes back on the air with Michael Jennings and the rest of the NBK still acting like a bunch of hooligans in the parking lot. Reginald Schmidt storms into frame, none to happy.

Jennings: Well if it isn't the Lame Duck himself, Reginald Schmidt! How does it feel to be Stefan Raab's whipping boy not once, but twice?

Reginald: Listen here Mister, I'm not in the mood right now! Now Raab may have won back control of Asylum, but due to his title match tonight, I'm still running the show on his behalf. You want attention? You want you chance at glory? Well, buster, I'm going to give it to you! Because as of right now, you are entered into the Last Chance Battle Royale!

Jennings: Alright! I like it! Now tell me again how this is supposed to be a punishment?

Reginald: You didn't let me finish. Because, Michael Jennings, for what you did to my camera man, not to mention the fact that you destroyed a $10,000 camera, you will be competing in the Last Chance Battle Royale with one arm tied behind your back!

Jennings: You can't do this to me! You're not even in a position of authority anymore!

Reginald: I am for one more night, and if you don't like it, Mister, than I have no problem recommending to President Jeff that he fires your behind post haste! Same goes for your friends if they decide to come out and try to help you! How's that for getting attention, punk!?

Reginald storms off in a huff, while the NBK stares daggers in his direction. The camera cuts back to Nailz and Beckett at ringside.

Nailz: Reginald Schmidt just laid down the law on Michael Jennings! he wanted to be a bigshot, well now is his chance to prove that he's a bigshot!

Beckett: What a blatant abuse of power by Reginald Schmidt on his way out! This isn't right!

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: The following is a One Fall Contest and it is a Second Round Qualifying Match for the Test For The Best..TOURNAMENT! Introducing first, ONE HIS WAY TO THE RING..."Canadian Sensation" CHRISTIAANN KAAAANEE!!

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.

Stenfelder: And his Opponent, he is the Self Proclaimed "The JESUS" MICHAEL LLLLIVVVEELY!!!

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

Nailz: These two are going to put on a clinic! Great athletes, great styles, this is a great match up!

Beckett: Yeah I can't decide who I want to win this more. Lively is APW's Jesus and Kane is the next coming! We've got some ACTION right here folks! Lets get things started..

Test for the Best Qualifying Match
Christian Kane Vs. Michael Lively

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The fans mixed with who to cheer and who to boo as the sound of the bell starts the match. They meet in the center of the ring and swat at each other, slapping hands a few times before locking up in a grapple. Lively walks Kane back a few steps but Christian Kane drives up a knee into Lively's gut. Quickly, Kane snaps Lively with a Snap Suplex. Both hurry to their feet, Lively hooks and sweeps Kane at the leg to put him back to the canvas. Again to his feet, Kane charges with a clothesline, Lively ducks and grapples him from behind. Kane throws back an elbow!

Lively clubs him to the back of his head for his troubles and then goes for a Dragon Suplex but Kane back lifts a foot for a low blow. The referee doesn't see it until Lively drops down sideways onto the canvas. Kane holds his arms up as the referee questions him and the fans crackle with laughs but a low humming boo fills the arena.

Beckett: Haha! I didn't see anything, you?

Nailz: Actually no, Lively has done so much too others that it's well deserved!

Bouncing off the ropes nearby, Kane comes rushing at a downed Michael Lively and hits a Shooting Star Press Splash across his back. Kane returns to his feet and taunts the crowd, enjoying his control over the first APW Grand Slam Champion. As Lively pushes up off the canvas, Christian Kane goes and hits the ropes once more and comes in HOT with a Scissor Kick but Lively pulls out of it's path. Kane flops awkwardly as Lively leaps up and hits a Running Bulldog. The crowd rips a small cheer for Lively and even he looks awkward at their reaction.

Nailz: You know you're bad when you stop and stare at the fans for cheering you...

Beckett: Technically, he is partners with Jason Kash. The hometown guy tonight! Did you hear them cheering earlier? Crazy!

Nailz: Good, Bad, does it really matter today? They cheer for Action and APW gives it Ten Fold over anyone else in this business.

Ripping Kane up, Lively scoops him for a Bodyslam and puts him on his back with a slapping slam. He moves to the corner and climbs to the top but Kane returns to his feet and rushes over, grabbing Lively and launching him from the top turnbuckle. He bounces twice before rolling onto his side and scrambling to his feet. Kane flies across the ring, Lively ducks a running Leg Lariat from Kane. Lively comes in from behind trying to clobber him with a forearm but Kane springs off the ropes and throws himself back with a Back Flying Elbow and it knocks Lively off his feet. The crowd clapping for the rapid paced action inside the ring.

Both hurry to their feet, Lively a bit sluggish as Christian Kane grabs him and sets him up for a Russian Leg Sweep. Lively shoots an elbow of his own and steps forward but instantly jumps and hits a Pele Kick that catches Kane to the forehead. The crowd roars with a burst of cheer but it's short lived and turns again to clapping approvals.

Beckett: He hits that with such prestige! I can't figure out who I want to win this..

Nailz: For good reason, every time one of them get a head the other takes advantage and gains control. This is fantastic!

Using the ropes to pull himself up, Michael Lively approaches Christian Kane but Kane hits him with an up kick to the thigh. Again he throws out the kick, Lively grabs his leg and drops down into the inner calf with a Driving Knee. Kane roars in pain as he grabs for his leg but Lively yanks on it in an awkward angle, tweaking the leg to increase the pain. Kane pushes up on his side trying to turn over and tries dragging himself to the ropes to break the hold. Lively quickly transitions and locks in an Ankle Lock and cranks the ankle as far to the left as he can.

Christian spins and lands on his back, up kicking with his free leg to the side of Michael Lively's face. Again and Lively unloosens the submission. Again and Lively drops the leg and is thrown with one final kick to the side. Lively groggily raises to his feet but Christian Kane pops up but has a limp in his leg. Kane snaps forward with a Super Kick, Lively catches it, spins Christian around, takes a step back and as Kane comes face to face with Lively again, he's cracked to the chin with a Super Kick from Lively. The fans blow up with cheers and claps, not for Lively but for the competition everyone is seeing between these two men.

Nailz: The SSK reverse with an SSK?

Beckett: Lively wouldn't call it that, it's a Super Kick either way but Lively's just clapped chin to Christian Kane!

Both on the canvas, Lively crawls to the ring ropes and pulls himself up to one knee. He stares over at Christian Kane who is one his back, spread eagle on the canvas. Up on his feet, Lively stumbles over to the corner and climbs to the outside of the ropes. He pulls himself up on the top turnbuckle and balances himself, ready to execute his Shooting Star Legdrop Finisher. He leaps off but Christian Kane rolls out and Lively sees it. Kane almost falls as he gets to his feet as fast as he can, Lively lands on his feet from the skies and spins around as Kane hits a powerful cracking Super Kick from the corner. The referee slides to the canvas as Kane lands over Lively for the cover.

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Stenfelder: Your Winner and Advancing to the Test For The Best Tournament..."The Canadian Sensation" CHRISTIAN KANE!!

Nailz: It happened so fast! Such a grand finale to this fast paced match!

The people begin clapping loudly as boos and cheers fill the arena. Kane's music plays as he groggily gets to his feet and falls back into the ropes. The referee goes to raise his arm but he rips free and falls back through the ropes to exit the ring. He raises his own arms as he stands to the outside. Lively out, not knowing what hit him.

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As the camera goes backstage as Michael Lively followed by Sabur walk into the Foul Play locker room. Inside they find Reaver and Jason Kash carrying on a conversation.

Jason Kash: That felt good..I like wrestling that guy..

Reaver: It'd have been nice to beat him but think, if I did we'd have been booked against each other tonight!

Through the locker room door comes Michael Lively followed by Sabur. Lively is a bit sluggish showing he just finished his match against Christian Kane. He ignores the conversation between Kash and Reaver and heads to the couch on the far wall and plops into the cushions letting out a sigh.

Jason Kash: Reaver I'd hate to have to beat you again..I just know you too well man.

Michael Lively: Yeah well under different circumstances you could have drawn the short stick and been booked against "Your Jesus" then you'd both be sitting there losers regardless.

Reaver looks over at Lively but Kash drops his head for a moment. Biting his tongue but he never was that good at doing that so he speaks up.

Jason Kash: Jesus would need to be sacrificed again. Test For The Best isn't for Friends, it's for Solo Winners and I've got to be that...Regardless.

Wiping his forehead of what sweat remains from his match, Michael Lively sits up on the couch. It didn't matter if they both had lost their matches or won them, the words they both spewed were given as shots to the other. Kash looks up and over at Lively as Sabur who is standing next to the couch clinches his fists.

Reaver: Fellas! We watch other people fall apart, argue, we align together for the greater good of Foul Play! I'll go get us some Ice Cream Cones from the Wendy's across the street, waffle softees for the room! I'll be right back!!

Graciously patting Kash's shoulder, Reaver gets up and hurries out the locker room. Kash puts his attention on taking off his elbow pads, knee pads and wrist tape. Michael Lively and Sabur look at each other and Lively nods at the big man. Sabur heads over to the locker room door and locks it from the inside.

Michael Lively: Hey, I'm gonna go shower...Or did you want to first?

Jason Kash: Nah man, go for it. I got shit I need to think about anyways...My boy KnoxVILLE sent me a text that has me thinking..

From behind him, Sabur crashes into Kash with a powerful Clothesline to the back of his head. Kash folds forward onto the floor but pushes up trying to fight instantly. Sabur rips him off the ground and launches himself upside down into the lockers against the wall. He groans and grunts as he bends into the steel frames. Sabur pulls him off the bench at the bottom of the lockers and he lands on the locker room floor. Michael Lively walks over, grabs the filled garbage can and dumps it on Kash before he laughs into talking.

Michael Lively: Garbage! That's what you are Jason! You've always been trash! Kaylyn seen it even before you faked cheating on her! You FAKED IT! You're pathetic! Your emotional and WEAK! I'm the leader of this group! I AM! You run around here as the mouth piece you are and people give YOU that role? They mistake YOU for a Lead? HA! You're beneath me...I spit on you, everything you are..

Doing just as he says, Lively hacks up a thick wad of spit and shoots it at Kash, hitting him to the back. As he groggily moves about on the floor, LIvely softly backhands Sabur's chest and leaves the locker room as Kash violently shoves the empty bucket that the garbage was in.

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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.

Adam Stenfelder: The following bout, scheduled for one fall, is a Round 2 Test for the Best QUALIFYING match!

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.

Adam Stenfelder: First, on the way to the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, weighing 223 pounds, representing the New Sindicate he is the APW Tap-Out Champion, LOGAN ALEXANDER!

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.

Nailz: Logan has to do battle with his tag team partner, Aubrey J. Parker tonight! The last time they faced was on Meltdown in November for the North American Championship, and they nearly killed one another.

Beckett: Well, if there was ever a good time to start placing bets on the downfall of a faction, this would be the time.

Nailz: Christian Kane did a great job against former Grand Slam, former Undisputed Champion, Michael Lively tonight! At least two members of the New Sindicate are now guaranteed to be in the Test for the Best tournament. But they're looking for 3...

Beckett: If they fight as viciously as they've been fighting everyone else, then I don't see it happening. One of these two won't MAKE it to the Battle Royal.

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. Christian Kane soon joins her as Parker begins to move forward.

Adam Stenfelder: And his opponent, from Pleasanton, California, accompanied to the ring by Christian Kane, representing the New Sindicate, AUBREY J. PARKER!

Parker casually walks 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. Christian Kane slides into the ring on the other side at the same time Aubrey steps into the ring and hands him 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 demands Adam Stenfelder's microphone.

Beckett: Be quiet, Russ!!

Nailz: I didn't say anything!

Beckett: You're breathing.

Aubrey starts to talk, but she glares at the audience as a chant quickly breaks out.

"YOU SUCK!"

"YOU SUCK!"

"YOU SUCK!"

"YOU SUCK!"

Aubrey rolls her eyes.

AJP: That's what I would expect from a bunch of inbreds, hicks and hoodrats in the sewers of Georgia. Please, let me know how you really feel. Because I definitely give a *censormute*.

Except not. So listen up, lowlies! Mark this night on your calendar, because THE NEW SINDICATE is totally making history.

The crowd boos this announcement, chanting obscenities at the group even louder as Aubrey hands the microphone off to Christian Kane. With a simper, Kane runs a hand over his suit jacket before raising the microphone to his lips.

Christian Kane: Now I don't know about you, Atlanta, but tonight...I feel good. No no no, wait, I feel better than good. I feel perfect. Nah, that's not it. I feel better than perfect.

Heh. Everybody counted me out. No one could even bare the thought of me qualifying for Test for the Best and yet here I stand VICTORIOUS - representing the New Sindicate! When no one else believed in me...they did. And for that I'll be forever indebted to them. It's because of their belief that I'm here and it's because of their belief that I'm performing at a level like you've never SEEN before...and it won't stop there.

You've seen me in the ring tonight, and as a special treat for everyone watching at home you'll finally get a non-biased, charismatic, audibly pleasing commentator. Hold on to your seats, ladies - because if you don't, then I guarantee you'll be sliding right off them sooner rather than later...

...#STUDLIFE.

Christian hands the microphone back to Aubrey, who smiles in spite of the crowd, which is chanting "YOU SUCK!" even louder than before.

AJP: And tonight... we're spoiling you, Atlanta. You don't deserve this match. You don't deserve Logan Alexander vs Aubrey J. Parker!

The crowd is loud, and their response is mixed.

AJP: But you'll get it, because for too long, the New Sindicate has looked like a joke and tonight, it ends. Tonight, the New Sindicate will DOMINATE the Asylum brackets for Test for the Best. It's a night to be remembered for the rest of our lives.

June 16th, The night they came. And took everything.

The crowd boos loudly and Aubrey hands the microphone to Logan. He raises the mic looking out to the crowd.

LA: Of course this isn't what you want to see Atlanta. You people don't want to see us succeeding. Management wants to cut at least one of us down tonight with this match, but Aubrey and I aren't going to make it that easy for them to succeed.

He turns and points towards Christian.

LA: This man has stepped up and silenced his critics. He's done what no one outside of the New Sindicate believed he would. He's refocused, rededicated, and he's only going to keep going up.

He looks to Aubrey.

LA: My partner and I are going to put on a show here now. There may only be room for one here, but that's not where it's going to end tonight.

Because afterwards, there's still going to be a battle royal to be fought. And while two of us are going to be in the Test for the Best, the third one is going to be giving hell to eight other competitors that think they have what it takes to deny us.

Logan turns and looks around at the crowd.

LA: I say give us everything you've got. Let's see what the fallen have left to throw out against the future of this brand and of this company. We're done taking a backseat and tonight...

He lowers the mic and looks at his two stablemates.

LA: Tonight we leave our mark on this company.

The crowd boos as Logan tosses the microphone to a stage-hand off camera. The three members come together for what looks like a huddle in the center of the ring before breaking apart. Christian makes his way out of the ring and heads to the commentary table while Logan and Aubrey each take their positions in opposite corners, waiting for the referee to begin the match.

TFTB Qualifying Match
Aubrey J. Parker vs. Logan Alexander

The two remain in neutral corners for a moment before they gradually make their way to the middle of the ring.

Beckett: Welcome to the table, Mr. Kane!

CK: No, you’re welcome.

Beckett: Oh- thank you!

Nailz: ...mmmm...

They go for a lockup, but AJP quickly slides behind Logan and goes for an Inverted DDT but Logan quickly powers out and lifts her up onto his shoulders, hitting a Samoan Drop! Aubrey is up a second after him though and hits him with a Dropkick! This time, they both get to their feet simultaneously and Aubrey hits a second Dropkick, and a third! She hits the ropes, but Logan ducks her attempt at a Leg Lariat! When she turns around, Logan goes for a Lariat, however AJP ducks, but Logan swings back and hits her in the back of the head with a rear elbow! Aubrey falls to her knees. Logan hits the ropes and comes back, going for a Bulldog- but Aubrey sends him flying to the middle of the ring on his rear! She goes for a running neck snap to the seated Logan... but he throws himself back and she crashes hard to the mat, between his legs, in position for him to lock her in a grapevine Ankle Lock!

Nailz: And what almost ended in stalemate turns into a vicious Ankle Lock!

Beckett: If Logan taught AJP anything, she’ll find a way out of this.

Nailz: She doesn’t wanna go to the Battle Royal or Test for the Best with a bummed ankle.

CK: Are you kidding me? The fact that Schmidt is so afraid of the New Sindicate that he has to force us to knock EACH OTHER out of the tournament is ridiculous. None of us would be seeing this Battle Royal if he knew what a ‘good business decision’ actually was. So unqualified, that man. Felipe should be in charge!

Aubrey screams in pain for a few seconds, but rolls onto her back after a few seconds of agony and kicks at Logan, hitting him right in his injured ribs. Logan lets go and Aubrey uses the ropes to aid herself up. Logan comes toward her but Aubrey leaps onto the ropes and comes back, nailing a Springboard Spike DDT! The crowd explodes and Aubrey hooks Logan for the cover!

Beckett: I think she just killed her tag team partner!

CK: I hope that bastard Schmidt is happy!! What kind of a name is Schmidt anyway!?

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Nailz: The Tap-Out Champion barely gets that left shoulder off the mat!!

Logan gets up in the corner and AJP waits for him to get to his feet before she sprints at him and nails a hard Shining Wizard, driving him back into the turnbuckles! She transitions seamlessly into a Frankensteiner!

Nailz: The Frankenwizard and another cover!!

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Logan powers out and crawls to his feet, but Aubrey is already going for a Running Headscissor’s Takedown- but Logan counters into a Tilt-A-Whirl Gutbuster! Aubrey grabs her abdomen and rolls on the mat in pure agony. Logan lifts her up and nails a Snap Suplex! Aubrey holds her ribs now and Logan lifts her up once more, nailing another Snap Suplex. This time, Aubrey barely moves. He hooks her far leg and grapevines the near one as the ref counts.

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Beckett: Show em why you belong, champ! Don’t let one kickout discourage you! Kick that woman’s ass!

Nailz: Classy.

CK: I spy with my little eye someone that is a virgin. Forever.

Logan waits for Aubrey to get up and then goes to level her with a Super Kick, but Aubrey ducks and hits the ropes! Logan turns around and Aubrey hits the Leg Lariat! She waits for him to get up and goes for a Corkscrew Neckbreaker, but Logan twists away from her and counters, going for a Backslide Pin! Aubrey uses the momentum to flip over his head and back to her feet, bringing them face to face. He blocks her Superkick attempt and hits a stomp to the gut! Aubrey groans, hunched over in pain, and Logan locks in a tight front facelock, lifting her up and planting her with an Implant DDT.

Nailz: Chaotic Shockwave!

Beckett: Ha, forget winning the match. She’ll be lucky to walk after that!

Logan hooks the near leg.

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Logan hoists Aubrey up and hits her with a German Suplex, keeping his arms locked. Aubrey cries out in pain and reaches out for the ropes as Logan climbs to his feet, but she can’t, and she’s pulled up once more. This time, Logan shifts her onto his shoulders for an Inverted Death Valley Driver, but he overshoots and Aubrey lands behind him, falling to her knees in pain. Logan turns and hits the ropes going for a Low Clothesline, but Aubrey dives forward and hits a shoulder to his knee before he can dive! Logan matches Aubrey in time to his feet, regardless, however she catches Logan with a Dragon Screw Leg Takedown and then out of nowhere, locks in the Japanese Leg Bar, Sugar & Spice! Logan quickly gasps in pain, but clenches his jaw and looks toward the ropes. He tries to kick at Parker with his other foot, but she wrenches the hold tighter and he’s forced to begin crawling.

Nailz: Up until this point, these two have been taking it relatively easy with the submissions- neither wants to send their partner, hurt, into that Battle Royal. But sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures!

CK: Desperation? Are you deluded!? Shut up!

Chase: Aubrey’s seeing less Logan, and more red. She wants to get into that tournament by any means necessary, and Logan’s one of the toughest competitors on Asylum- so she’ll need to go after Logan like she went after Envikado on Monday if she wants a chance.

Logan crawls and finally gets his arm around the bottom rope. Aubrey breaks the hold once the referee stops counting but hits a knee drop to Logan’s knee and then drags him away from the ropes! She goes to lock in the Sugar & Spice again, but Logan counters by grapevining her leg and sending her to the mat. He ties her up and locks her in the Sharpshooter within seconds!

Nailz: Now Aubrey’s locked in the Perfect Chaos Theory!

Aubrey is trapped in the center of the ring and she looks like she’s considering tapping! Logan lowers himself, to add more pressure to the hold, but Aubrey crawls as quickly as she can, clawing at the mat to move across the ring. After over fifteen seconds in the hold, she grabs the bottom rope with one hands. Logan breaks the hold at the referee’s count of two and turns, waiting for Aubrey, who is clearly sore getting back to her feet. Logan beckons her forward, and she seems to limp toward him at first... before charging forward and hitting a Dropkick! Logan is knocked down, and as he gets up, he blocks a running forearm attempt, nailing a Pendulum Backbreaker! He pins AJP!

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Nailz: Back and forth we go! Where they stop-

CK: Do you get paid extra to spout off clichés? Oh my God.

Beckett: We can’t reveal that. Our contracts won’t permit it.

CK: I hate you both.

Logan pulls AJP to her feet and Irish whips her across the ring, but she counters by sliding down and nailing a Drop Toehold that sends him over the middle rope! He pulls himself to his feet but Aubrey hits the ropes behind him and comes back, hooking him for a Bulldog, but scaling the ropes and dropping down to the apron to choke Logan throat-first over the top with a Slingshot Bulldog! Logan writhes in pain for a few seconds, but gets up to his hands and knees... and then to his feet, as AJP goes for a Springboard Leg Lariat!

Beckett: She’s about to take Logan’s head off!

Logan grabs Aubrey out of the air and catches her in an Ankle Lock!

Nailz: LOGAN PUT AN END TO IT!!

Aubrey frantically claws toward the ropes in every which way, but finally is able to roll over her shoulder, and roll Logan up for a Victory Roll! The referee slides in for the count!

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Nailz: Logan kicked out!!!

Logan Alexander is back up to his feet, quickly, and as Parker climbs to her feet, Logan dives for her leg, but Parker jumps over him! Logan leaps up and catches Aubrey with a European Uppercut in mid-air! She bounces onto her back and groans in pain, climbing to her feet... and Logan positions her for the cutter, known as Stryke Force... But AJP pushes him off, into the turnbuckles! Logan sways backward and Aubrey is able to get him up for a Back Suplex, using all of her energy in the process! Both of them are lying on the ground, clutching the back of their heads. Aubrey is up first, and watches Logan stir.

CK: THIS is why the New Sindicate is going to take over Sunday Night Asylum. THIS is why the New Sindicate is going to dominate Test for the Best. Look at this! Are you looking!? NAILZ PAY ATTENTION DAMNIT!

Logan gets to his hands and knees, and then to his feet. Aubrey darts forward and hits him with a leaping version of his cutter, the Stryke Force! The crowd explodes as Logan goes limp, slamming into the mat and Aubrey pushes him over, hooking both of his legs, sitting on his sternum for the cover!

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Nailz: Again, Logan kicks out just in time!!

Beckett: And he’s got Aubrey in the Ankle Lock again!

CK: Looks like she’s out of it though! Woah!

Aubrey brings her foot around and hits Logan with an impressive Axe Kick Enziguiri! Logan drops to the mat and Aubrey lies there in pain for a moment. She starts to get up, but the hesitation was all the time Logan needed to lock her in her own move, the Japanese Leg Bar, Sugar & Spice! The crowd roars and Aubrey screams, going for the ropes, but Logan has her locked there! She doesn’t budge! AJP howls in pain and bites her lip, sitting up. She uses her free leg and kicks hard at any part of Logan she can reach, finally getting him to break the hold after bringing her free boot up into his ribcage! Logan rolls away and climbs to his feet. Aubrey tries to get up, but has trouble standing!

Nailz: The damage is done...

Logan measures Aubrey as she gets up and goes for a Clothesline- but Aubrey, out of nowhere, counters with the Leaping Reverse Snap STO!!!

Beckett: THE MAKEUNDER!

Nailz: Beautiful!

CK: Just like us!

Beckett: The pin!

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Adam Stenfelder: And here is your winner... AUBREY J. PARKER!

CK: And that’s just number one.

Christian removes his headset and exits the commentary table, rolling into the ring.

Nailz: Well, Parker is victorious here, but Logan has no time to rest! He has to face eight others in a Battle Royal if he wants a spot at this tournament, and you KNOW after being so close to it so many times just now, he’s hungry for it!!

Beckett: I don’t know... Logan was hurt going into this, and he’s probably hurt more-so coming out of it.

Christian and Aubrey help Logan to his feet, and the three converse for a moment before Logan gives them both a nod, embracing Aubrey, slapping hands with Christian, before AJP and Kane exit the ring, though keeping their eye on their New Sindicate comrade.

Nailz: No time to dwell on it. Logan’s sticking in the ring while our Battle Royal comes up soon!

The cameras return to the Locker Room of Foul Play and Jason Kash is still scattered on the floor after the attack from Lively and Sabur. Reaver comes in holding Waffle Softy Cones from Wendys. Upon seeing Kash sprawled out, he hurries taking a big bite of the softy and gets a brain freeze.

Reaver: Ohh..ughhh Kash, you alright? Brain freeze! Hahahahehehe!! What happened!?!

He drops all the cones and walks funny side stepping over to Kash from his brain freeze. He bends down to help Kash but he pulls away from Reave

Jason Kash: Did you know? Tell me, don't fucking play!

Reaver: Did I know what? What happened man? I just went to get us cones!

With Reaver's help, Kash gets to his feet. He kicks the now empty garbage can across the room. Trip slides on the softy cones on the floor but keeps his balance as he heads for the door.

Reaver: Hehehehahaha! You almost slipped in Softy! Hey..HEY!! Talk to me, what happened?

Turning around after ripping open the door, Kash stares at his partner and wonders if he really knows. Instead he gives him truth in a basic form.

Jason Kash: Michael Lively..I'm gonna hurt him...BADLY..

Leaving Reaver not knowing what to say, his reaction shows he doesn't understand what had happened. Kash leaves the locker room as Reaver picks up a partially empty cone from the floor and takes a bite out of it.

The camera cuts back out to ringside, where Logan Alexander is still standing out in the ring. He's shaking his head as "Descent," by Fear Factory hits the speakers. Michael Jennings enters the arena, with one hand already tied behind his back. The fans are giving him heck already, chanting "JENNINGS SUCKS! JENNINGS SUCKS!"

Stenfelder: The following contest is the Last Chance Battle Royale, where the winner will move on to the Test for the Best Tournament, live in two weeks on Pay Per View! Introducing first, already in the ring, Logan Alexander! And his first opponent, from Los Angeles, California,weighing in at 252 pounds, "The Anti-Hero" Michael Jennings!

Nailz: These Asylum fans don't like Michael Jennings one bit!

Beckett: I don't know if it's that, or the fact that an Overdrive guy got entered into this match!

Nailz: Well, folks, we've got to go to commercials, but we'll get right to the Last Chance Battle Royale after the break!

Jennings is jeering the fans as he heads down the ramp, obviously not happy to be there. APW goes to a commercial break.

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As Asylum comes back from the break, the ring has filled up with the competitors for the Last Chance Battle Royale. Reaver and Kash are standing side by side, glaring into the opposite corner at Michael Lively. Legion, Evan McDonald, Young Mannie, Keaton Saint, Anthony Bailey, and Logan Alexander all appear to be ready, while Michael Jennings looks around the ring with a look of disdain on his face. He tries to adjust the rope binding one arm behind his back, but to little effect. As the ref is about to call for the bell, “Real American” hits the speakers, and the fans erupt as Mr. Dangerous comes through the curtain and trips over it, hitting his face on the ramp. After a minute or two, he gets up and makes his way down the ramp.

Stenfelder: And finally, making his way to the ring, from Long Island, New York, weighing in at 160 pounds, Mr. Dangerous!

Nailz: -haha- I think we have our new favorite in this match! But in all seriousness, this is great surprise, a Mr. Dangerous sighting in the Asylum!

Beckett: Correction, on Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania! But just imagine how much of mockery would be made of this great program if Mr. Dangerous was somehow able to pull this one off! It would be horrible!

He climbs the stairs and trips while walking through the ropes. He does, however, catch himself before he falls. He climbs the turnbuckle's but trips as he's making his way up the bottom. He hits his head on the ring post and is laid out in the ring. With all the competitors in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Last Chance Battle Royale
Reaver vs. Legion vs. Evan McDonald vs. Young Mannie vs. Keaton Saint vs. Anthony Bailey vs. Jason Kash vs. Michael Lively vs. Logan Alexander vs. Michael Jennings vs. Mr. Dangerous

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Right as the bell rings, Kash makes a beeline for Lively, who calmly slingshots himself over the ropes and to the arena floor, eliminating himself.

Eliminated: Michael Lively

Lively: Not today, Kash! Not today!

The fans let Lively have it as Kash just glares at him. While Kash has his back turned on the action, Anthony Bailey runs up and tries to dump him over the ropes, but Reaver is there to play defense, and runs behind Bailey, pummeling him from behind with a Clubbing Forearm, allowing Kash and Reaver to toss Bailey over the ropes together!

Eliminated: Anthony Bailey

Nailz: What a shocking elimination! If you would have told me that Anthony Bailey and Michael Lively would have been the first two men out of this matchup, I would have bet money against you that you were dead wrong!

Beckett: It’s superior numbers, plain and simple…

Meanwhile, in the opposite side of the ring, Young Mannie, Legion, and Evan McDonald have all taken to teaming up on Logan Alexander, trying to take advantage of the fact that he just wrestled a match. They’re collectively stomping a mudhole in him, taking him to the woodshed! Keaton Saint comes over to pulls McDonald away, and whips him into the corner, following up with Dropkick right to the mush! This dazes Evan McDonald, allowing Keaton to pull him up and go to town with a series of Knife Edge Chops in the corner, drawing a loud “WOOOOO!” from the crowd with each shot! Evan tries to scoot out of the corner to avoid the blows, but Keaton just continues to light him up, winding up after about the fifth or sixth one to send McDonald over the ropes and to the floor!

Eliminated: Evan McDonald

After dispatching of McDonald, Keaton is jumped by Kash and Reaver, who are double teaming him.

Beckett: This is smart of Kash and Reaver to work together! Divide and conquer baby, divide and conquer!

Nailz: Well at least until it comes down to the two of them, if that indeed does happen…

Even with one arm, Michael Jennings is having no trouble controlling Mr. Dangerous, backing him against the ropes with a series of brutal punches. Jennings takes a swing, and Mr. Dangerous ducks it, allowing Mr. Dangerous to get behind Jennings! From here, Mr. D tries to lift Jennings over the ropes, but “The Anti-Hero” is holding on with one arm! The crowd begins chanting, “DANGEROUS! DANGEROUS!”

Beckett: Don’t tell me Mr. Dangerous is actually going to eliminate somebody!

Mr. Dangerous is putting all his heart and effort into trying to eliminate Michael Jennings, but Jennings responds with a hard Knee to the midsection, allowing him to get back on both feet. He then grabs Mr. Dangerous by the hair, and with one arm, throws him over the ropes to the floor! The fans boo loudly as Mr. Dangerous hits the floor.

Eliminated: Mr. Dangerous

Nailz: Well it was fun while it lasted!

Jennings has a smug look on his face, but the face turns to horror as Legion breaks off of Logan Alexander, and runs over, Clotheslining Jennings over the top rope! Jennings tries to hold onto the top rope with one hand, but he’s simply too tall, and both feet hit the floor!

Eliminated: Michael Jennings

Jennings slams his fist on the mat with frustration, as the fans begin singing, “Nananana, nananana, Hey-eh-eh, Goodbye!”

Nailz: And there goes Michael Jennings! I’ll tell you what, it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy!

Beckett: Jennings was wronged here tonight! If he didn’t have his arm tied behind his back, he would have fought off elimination there, and come back to win the whole darn thing!

Young Mannie pulls Logan Alexander up by the head, and gives him a hard punch right between the eyes, sending Alexander back down to the mat! While Kash and Reaver continue to double team Keaton Saint, Legion attacks Mannie from behind, nailing him with a Double Axe Handle between the shoulder blades! This brings “The Main Attraction” to one knee, allowing Legion to deliver a Running Knee Strike to the face! As Mannie is laid out, Legion pulls him up by the head and drags him towards the ropes, looking to throw him out! However, Mannie counters, and tosses Legion over the top rope instead!

Eliminated: Legion

Mannie trash talks Legion a bit, only to turn around and eat a Clothesline from Logan Alexander, that sends him toppling to the floor as well!

Eliminated: Young Mannie

Nailz: Mannie paid for not keeping his eye on the ball there! It just shows you the volatile nature of these kinds of match-ups! Young Mannie and Legion started with a loose alliance, working on Logan Alexander together, but once they turned on each other, Alexander capitalized!

Beckett: In any event, we’re down to the final four, as Reaver, Jason Kash, Logan Alexander, and Keaton Saint are all still alive!

Kash and Reaver are still double-teaming Saint, pummeling him in the corner. Logan Alexander comes up and forcefully grabs Kash by the shoulders, yanking him away from Saint and delivering a Lung Blower! The fans boo Alexander for attacking their hometown boy. A loud “F-YOU LOGAN! F-YOU LOGAN!” chant gets going, but Logan stays on point, stomping Kash, trying to wear him down. Reaver goes to try and help his friend, but this opening allows Keaton to grab him from behind and deliver a Belly to Back Suplex that sends Reaver’s head crashing into the middle turnbuckle!

Beckett: What a nasty move from Keaton Saint there! I didn’t know he had it in him!

With both members of Foul Play down, Logan Alexander calls Keaton Saint over, pointing at Kash, saying that they should work together to eliminate Foul Play. Keaton looks at Alexander with a look of distrust. Logan raises his hand and swears to Keaton that he won’t double cross him. Keaton nods his head in agreement, and the two men begin to pull Kash up. But Kash still has some fight in him, as he nails Logan Alexander in the midsection with a stiff punch, before flooring Keaton with a Forearm Shot Lowblow! Keaton hunches over in pain, as Kash pops back up and tosses him over the ropes, getting a mixed reaction from the fans!

Eliminated: Keaton Saint

Nailz: The fans sure didn’t like the way that Kash eliminated Keaton from this match! He was the last true fan favorite in there!

Beckett: The fact that Kash is in his birthplace, and that Reaver is still in there with him, well, I’ve got to think either Kash or Reaver is going to walk away the winner from this contest!

Kash helps Reaver up, and the two of them make a beeline for Logan Alexander, beating him up with punches and chops and forearm shots, backing him into the ropes! Foul Play shoots Alexander to the opposite ropes, but they telegraph the Back Body Drop, allowing Alexander to put on the breaks, and kick them both right in the face! Logan Alexander focuses on Kash while Reaver stumbles backwards towards the ropes. Alexander is unloading with lefts and right, lefts and rights, getting loud boos from the crowd! Reaver recovers, and tries to attack Alexander from behind, receiving a Mule Kick to the gut for his troubles! Just as Alexander is about to follow up, Kash gives him a kick right between the legs, dealing out another Low Blow!

Nailz: I don’t like Kash’s strategy in this match, but it is legal…

Kash pulls Alexander up, and hooks him in a Front Face Double Underhook, turning Alexander’s back towards Reaver. Kash gives Alexander a few hard Headbutts between the eyes, and yells at Reaver, ”DONKEYPUNCH!”

Beckett: This could be the beginning of the end for Logan Alexander here!

Reaver lets out a loud ”HEEHAW!” before launching his fist to the back of Alexander’s head, but Logan ducks at the last moment, caushing Reaver to punch Kash square in the nose! Kash falls backwards into the ropes, and Alexander grabs the shocked Reaver, tossing him right into Kash and sending both flying to the floor!

Eliminated: Jason Kash & Reaver

DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Logan Alexander[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, and advancing to the Test for the Best Tournament, Logan Alexander!

The fans boo Alexander as “In the End” hits the speakers. The ref raises Alexander’s hand in victory.

Nailz: And here comes the New Sindicate to celebrate.

Beckett: And rightfully so!

Nailz: I can't... believe it!!

Beckett: BELIEVE IT, RUSS! June 16th, 2013. The night THEY came! And took everything!

The crowd boos loudly as the cameras return to the ring where we see Aubrey J. Parker and Logan Alexander embrace before moving over to Christian Kane, pulling him into a group hug. The three speak to each other for a few seconds, enduring the overwhelming chorus of negativity from the crowd before breaking apart, and all raising each others' arms into the air. Christian and Aubrey grin, devilishly into the Atlanta audience, while Logan gazes among all of them with a smug look. We fade away on the shot of the three.

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Sitting in his Office with arms crossed, Reginald Schmidt is visibly pissed off. Having his show back only to lose it again so quickly is really showing. Outside of his office he hears some commotion. Suddenly Jason Kash busts through the door, the door swings opens and slaps against the plant behind it. Reginald slides his feet off the desk in a hurry, half expecting Stefan Raab to be storming in. Smelling the air, Reginald leans forward and realizes the smell is coming from Kash.

Reginald: You stink!

Jason Kash: I want his HEAD...

Reginald stands from his chair and comes around to meet Kash face to face. He offers Kash a lollipop from a cup on his desk, Kash takes the sucker but his face remains filled with anger.

Reginald: Who's head now? Why do you want it?

Jason Kash: Michael Lively..I want his head. Fuck a sacrifice for Jesus, I want to decapitate the man! DID YOU SEE WHAT HE DID TO ME? No..No..Did you see what he had SABUR do to me!?

Reginald: Actually...No, I didn't. I've been so caught up with what was done by that lying, scheming BUTTHEAD!!

Jason Kash: While that's...All kinds of funny, I'm serious Warden. Glad you're back in control…

Reginald: Just for tonight…

Kash: Just for tonight, sure, but I need Lively. Punk motherfuc--

Reginald: Whoa there! See that sign?

Turning, Kash looks at the sign.

Letting his head fall and turns back to Reginald. Really wanting to get this done. Not wanting to lose his head with the wrong guy, most of all the GM of Asylum. He likes Reginald.

Jason Kash: Look man, he attacked me. I want him as soon as possible. I will not just beat him but I will reclaim Foul Play from his "lead"...I'll owe you man!! Him, Sabur, I want them BOTH. If Reaver won't be down, I'll find someone else or I'll fight them alone, just GIVE THEM TO ME!!

Thinking it over, Reginald returns to his chair and takes a seat. He beats the surface of his desk like a drum.

Reginald: You'll owe me? Hmmm..Tell you what! As my last act as General Manager of Asylum, I will give you Lively, one-on-one, at Test for the Best! Just remember you said you owed me if I get this done. I'm taking back this show...

Clapping his hands together once, Kash almost jumps for joy but points at Reginald with a smile on his face.

Jason Kash: Thanks man, really, thanks! I...Thanks Warden, whatever you need! I got you man, thanks again! I gotta split.

Reginald: Hey, HEY! Shut that door for me will ya? Thanks!

The door shut, Kash gone, Reginald actually lets a smile loose. Asylum cuts to ringside for the Main Event.



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

Stenfelder: This match is scheduled for one fall and will be contested for the APW UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the Challenger from Cologne Germany and weighing in at 260 pounds… THE KILLERPLAUZE STEFAN RAAB!

Nailz: Here comes the man who made this match… who gave himself a UNDISPUTED Title shot at Raab-A-Mania last week! Who is certainly in WAY over his head.

Becket: Give the man some credit Nailz… he did beat TWO general Managers in the course of TWO Pay Per Views. And last week he came just short of beating the legendary Biggs. And anyways, he's back in charge! If he loses to Terry here tonight, he can just keep making title matches until he wins the darn thing!

IT’S SHOWTIME

The Lights in the arena Dim as the fans get to their feet with loud boos while Nas’ “Hate Me Now” begins to blare through the loudspeakers as fireworks hit on the stage area just as Terry comes walking through the curtain with his title raised high in the air. He holds his hands out and does a few spins while the crowd showers down boos and jeers at him loudly.

Stenfelder: And his opponent from Las Vegas Nevada, weighing in at 245 pounds…. He is the APW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION and the 2013 Survive and Conquer winner. “THE REAL SHOW” TERRY MARVIN!

He then walks down the ramp way jawing at all the fans in the first row before he slides into the ring, hopping onto his knees and holds his arms out to more boos from the fans. He rushes over to one turnbuckle and holds the APW Undisputed title high up in the air. He does the same thing to the other three corners before heading back to the middle of the ring. After taking in that reaction for a few moments, Terry dismounts the turnbuckle and hands his belt off, the referee handing it to the nearest timekeeper.

Nailz: It‘s Showtime folks as the undisputed champion slowly makes his way down to the ring. He will be defending the title tonight AS WELL as in two weeks time at Test for the Best against Kaylyn James Evans.

Becket: BOTH two very unfortunate manners of having to defend the title. One being a self proposed match that this horrible company is actually honoring. The other a match that had conspiracy written all over it. Two gigantic shames.

APW Undisputed Title Match
Terry Marvin (C) vs. Stefan Raab

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The match starts as Stefan comes out of the corner in a flury throwing punches at Terry’s head Terry sidesteps them and then backs into the ropes laughing at Stefan. The ref orders him to get out as Stefan stands there fuming. Terry approaches Stefan jawing at him the whole way. He gets to his face and whips out a loud slap that has the fans booing! Stefan has fury in his eyes and turns back to another slap, and another! Terry doing everything he can to disrespect his opponent. But Stefan is having none of it and spears Marvin down hard. He unloads with lefts and rights to his face, but Marvin manages to roll Stefan off of him and rolls to the outside! But here comes Raab in hot persuit.

Nailz: Marvin may have underestimated the big man here.

Becket: WRONG… just luring him into a trap.

Marvin slides into the ring quickly and runs off the ropes. Raab slides in right after him right into a baseball slide that sends Raab back out to the outside! Marvin follows and kicks the hell out of Raab repeatedly as the ref counts them both out. He pulls Raab up and slams his head off the apron. He then whips him into the barrier with Raab’s back crashing hard. Marvin runs for a clothesline but Raab spins out with a back elbow and then takes Marvin down with a pulling Armdrag on the outside. He pulls Marvin up and rolls him into the ring at the 8 count before sliding in himself. As he goes to pick Marvin up, Terry counters with a small package and the pin.

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Nailz: WHOA! Marvin playing a bit of possum there as he tried to sneak one in on Raab.

Becket: Marvin is too smart for Stefan, this match is going to get embarrassing.

Raab is back to his feet throws a hard right hand at the top of a rising Marvin’s head. He grabs him and puls him down for a big DDT! He makes a cover.

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Raab pulls him back up and whips him into the ropes grabbing him for a Spinebuster. He drops a couple elbows on the Gut and ribs of Marvin before turning him over and dropping a few knees into the middle of his back. He then grabs his legs and sits back on him for a Boston Crab. Some of the fans cheer as Marvin screams in pain. Raab sits back on him hard, and Marvin does everything he can to get out of this. He manages to slide to the side, push himself up and make one big lunge for the ROPES!

Raab breaks the hold reluctantly and Grabs a Rising Marvin for a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! He is over there quickly for the cover.

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Nailz: We ALMOST had a new champion right there!.

Becket: Are you kidding? Marvin has him right where he wants him... Sort of!

Raab Pulls Marvin up and looks for the Crossface Chickenwing, but Marvin lifts his leg up high and catches him with a low blow and turns around taking him up and down with a Side Effect. He backs up as Stefan gets to his feet and runs with a spinning wheel kick that takes Raab down. Marvin is up to the top rope and leaps off with a diving leg drop across the neck of Stefan. He makes a cover!

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Marvin Grabs Raab’s arm and pulls him up and down with a single arm DDT. He holds the arm and leaps across the body with a pulling arm bar as Raab screams in pain. He continues throwing forearm shots into the shoulder as Raab shakes his head at the referee not giving in. He reaches out with his legs and gets the bottom rope. Marvin breaks the hold at the last possible second and pulls Raab up. He delivers knees to the back of Raab before crossing his arms and DROPPING with the you’re cancelled! The crowd lets out a string of loud boos as Terry covers cockily with just his foot!

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Becket: NO WAY!!

Nailz: The Arrogance and Ego of Terry Marvin may have just cost him the match there...

Marvin gets back to his feet and waits for Raab to get up before running with a step up enziguri and taking him down hard. Marvin pulls up a limp Raab and drops with an inverted DDT before covering him with the hook of the leg.

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Marvin pounds the mat frustrated as he pulls Raab up and hooks in the Whiplash… but before he can lift Raab up, Stefan rolls out of it and grabs Marvin’s head taking him down with the KILLERCUTTER to surprising cheers from the fans. Raab lays there for a second before realizing what he did and then crawls over for the cover.

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Nailz: And AGAIN we almost had a new champion. Stefan Raab is putting in a great effort tonight!.

Becket: I think Terry is in shock that the man he called a “joke” is taking him to the limit. Raab could pull this off here!

The crowd cheers as a “Let’s go Raab” chant starts out, clearly chosing him over the Undisputed champion. Raab says “THAT’S IT” as he reaches down and grabs Marvin by the throat and looks to pull him up for the Raabinator choke slam. Marvin springs to life though and grabs Raab’s arm. He brings his knee up across Raab’s throat and his other one down on his head and pulls him into the PERFORMANCE ANXIETY!!!

Becket: LOOK OUT!

Raab tries to lift Marvin off the mat but the energy is seeping out of him. He falls to his knees and then rolls on his side as Marvin locks it in. Raab is fading fast and at the very end of his conciousness TAPS OUT!

DING DING DING![/center]

Stenfelder: The winner of this match by submission, and STILLLLLL APW Undisputed Champion, The Real Show TERRY MARVIN!!!!

The crowd erupts in boos as Terry is handed his title and stands over Raab. He shakes his head and gives Raab a smile as he reaches down and pats his fallen foe’s back. He then climbs to the turnbuckle and holds his title for all to see.

Nailz: Marvin picks up the victory, but not as easily as he imagined. GREAT job tonight by Stefan Raab.

Becket: This could have been the single greatest night in Stefan Raab's career, but he came up just short! UH OH! WHAT NOW?!

“PUT YOU ON GAME” by Lupe Fiasco rings out and Level One comes through the curtain carrying his World Championship in one hand and a large heavy sack in the other. He slowly walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face. He gets into the ring and comes face to face with Marvin before raising up the microphone.

Level-One: You honestly struggled against STEFAN RAAB? Tell me again why you think you’re the BEST in the WORLD?

He snickers as Marvin just stares him down.

Level-One: It didn‘t have to go down like this Terry. It didn‘t have to come to this. But YOU were never happy with just being my equal, you always had to assert your authority and remind me over and over that YOU were the MAN! Well Terry, I‘m the man and I'll always be the man. And I have something you don‘t have, something you forgot about….

Terry begins laughing as he snatches the microphone from Level One garnering more boos from the fans. He holds the mic up and just smiles.

Terry Marvin: You have the audacity to come out here ALONE after my title defense and think you’re going to get to say everything you want? I told you that the New Sindicate was going to make an impact this week… and it’s about to be SHOWTIME!

From the back comes Christian Kane, Logan Alexander, and Aubrey J. Parker to boos from the fans. They walk down to the ring and surround it on all sides. Terry smirks at Level One.

Nailz: HERE WE GO!

Level One snatches back the Microphone and smiles.

Level-One: Are you really that stupid Terry? Did you think I‘d come out here without backup waiting for me?

He smiles and looks towards the ramp as KJE’s music hits and he just waits for his backup.

Becket: And here comes Kaylyn James Evans the Number one contender for the Undisputed title…and likely the LeWinter Sisters as well.

A few minutes goes by and nobody comes out of the entrance area. The smile on Level One’s face fades as Terry and the rest of the New Sindicate begins laughing.

Terry points to the Action Tron as a scene of Kia and Violet Lewinter laying on the ground with EMT’s tending to them.

Becket: Oh God. Looks like this is what Terry was talking about. He took out part of Level One‘s backup!

Level One looks on furious as Terry just smiles and points to the Tron again. We see a scene of KJE in her locker room trying to pound on her closed door in an attempt to get out. It’s either locked, or blocked or something but she can’t get out!

Nailz: UH! OH! Level One‘s other backup is locked in her room. The World Champ is in trouble here.

Realization dons on Level One as he holds his fists up ready for a fight. Terry just laughs and holds his hands up.

Terry Marvin: Don‘t worry Lester. There will be no sneak attack here tonight. I respect you to much for such low tactics. I just wanted to give you a demonstration of our power when we‘re focused… when we‘re together. It‘s just that easy for us to get to you Level One. I hope the League is watching as well, cause we REFUSE to be a joke, we REFUSE to be looked at as anything OTHER than the most dominant force in wrestling today!

The crowd boos as Terry smirks.

Terry Marvin: And that‘s exactly what I‘ll demonstrate on Sunday when I take your new found girl toy and make her regret the day she became my number one Contender. She has NO idea what she‘s dealing with…

Level One now snatches the mic away as he smiles.

Level One: No Terry! You don‘t know who YOU are dealing with. See, there‘s something you‘ve forgotten about in your ego induced state. Something that you allowed to slip your mind. Something that a focused Terry Marvin, one who was thinking clearly would have seen coming a mile away. But I‘ve successfully pulled the wool over your eyes! You are blind Marvin… But I‘m about to let you see again. I will return your show of respect! See, you won‘t be fighting Kaylyn James Evans at Test for the Best...

Level One drops the microphone and reaches down into the sack as Terry raises his eyebrow confused. Level One begins to pull something out of the bag, and as a flash of gold can be seen, Terry’s eyes go Wide and his jaw drops. There is a cheer in the crowd as the BILLION DOLLAR Suitcase is held up for all to see!

Nailz: OH MY GOD! That Briefcase…. Does that mean?

Becket: I think it does Nailz… I think it does!

Level One just smiles as Marvin shakes his head NO over and over. Level One just laughs and nods his head yes. The New Sindicate get on the apron prepared to jump Level One, but Terry waves them off.

Level-One: At Test for the best, you'll be facing... ME! You see, while you and your goons may have won this battle with brute force the Synndicate has already won the war through intelligence and strategy. You may have put your hands on the LeWinter sisters but there work is already done. And Kaylyn? She might not be here with me right now but if she was I am sure she would say...

Gotcha.

The crowd begins to stir quite a bit as Terry Marvin jaws off in Level-One's direction, none of it being audible as it's drowned out by the crowd.

Level-One: It was all planned from day one, Terry. The moment you allowed those infiltrators into our circle this plan was put into motion... it was quite the how you would say, swerve? After all our time spent together, I couldn't help but learn from the best. You reap what you sow, Terry.

Terry Marvin begins to come to terms with the reality of the situation as he clutches his title as if it was his own child and shakes his head side to side violently.

Level-One: Though, don't you worry because from here on out the games are over. This will be the GREATEST match in professional wrestling history and I won't let it be weighed down by controversy or shady endings even if I can't speak for you, Terry. You thought you could run over here on Asylum to avoid the inevitable match between us two and hide behind this second rate show in the name of building your great legacy but it was in the process of your cowardly attempt to run that the predator held inside me couldn't help but engage in the chase...

Terry Marvin reaches for the microphone but Level-One pulls away. As result, Terry Marvin looks to his New Sindicate co horts for some help and Aubrey J. Parker obliges by tossing him his own microphone.

Terry Marvin: So let me get this straight... you went through all this just to LOSE to me at Test for the Best!? Really, you've outdone yourself this time Lester. Bravo! If you think your little swerve means anything other than you setting yourself up for a FAIL of epic proportions you are truly more delusional than I could EVER imagine. You are not taking my APW Undisputed Championship from me!

The APW world champion can't help but grin.

Level-One: I guess that's why we wrestle the matches, don't we? Terry, you and I both know this isn't going to be easy and behind all that bravado is the little insecure man that came waddling to Level-One and his Sindicate when life wasn't going so well for him. Over that time, you have grown to do what few men ever have in this business but unlike anyone you have beaten before, I've done everything you have and more.

At test for the best, it'll be me vs you.

Champion vs. Champion.

Legend vs. Legendary...

And at Test for the Best one of us will ring true to it's name.

One of us...

Will be...

The best.


Level-One drops the microphone and looks down at his APW world championship dangling in his grasps. Terry Marvin steps up to his face and holds up his APW Undisputed Championship up in the air with is eyes locked on Level-One who's still looking down at his APW world championship with uncertainty...

It's an intense moment that seems to last an eternity and then...

He smiles.

Level-One lifts his APW world championship high above his head before the smile fades and the grimace of a warrior emerges upon his face.

Nailz: Oh, wow! At Test for the Best it'll be Level-One vs. Terry Marvin for the APW Undisputed Championship in the FIRST pay-per-view champion vs champion showdown in the history of our great company!

Becket: Holy crap! I can't believe this is happening right now - these two can't wait to go at it to prove who's the best once and for all. See you all at Test for the Best, we got the best seats in the house suckers!

Sunday Night Asylum ends with both men standing opposite of each other holding up their respective titles as the APW logo flashes across the screen.

... and the sound of school bell rings.