Asylum 10/6- Kallang, Singapore

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Fireworks erupt from the stage as Ida Maria’s “Bad Karma” blares throughout the Singapore Indoor Stadium. The fans are on their feet, showing off their signs as camera pans the arena! It being South East Asia, there are a ton of Sally Talfourd signs, despite the fact that she’s not booked for a match, as well as a smart alec fan in the front that has a sign saying, “I’m #6 in the Chamber!” The fans are fired up for Action Packed Wrestling!

Nailz: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Kallang, Singapore, tonight’s home of APW Asylum! We have a huge card in store, including two Main Event level matches!

Beckett: You’re right, Russ. Tonight, it’s going to be Champion versus Champion, as Jair Hopkins and Reaver face off in an Extreme Rules Match! This environment would seem to favor the Suicidal Champion, Reaver, but we’ve seen Hopkins come out of bigger scrapes before!

Nailz: Also, in our Main Event, Terry Marvin defends the APW Undisputed Championship against his opponent at this past Shockwave, Aubrey J. Parker! It was epic at Shockwave, and it’s going to be epic tonight!

Beckett: Also, we have it on good authority that the sixth entrant of the Extreme Elimination Chamber will be confirmed tonight! Everyone thinks it’s a certain returning Mega Star, but tonight, we will know for sure!

Nailz: You’re not going to want to miss a minute of tonight’s action, folks, lets send it in the ring to Adam Stenfelder for our opening contest!

The camera pans to Stenfelder in the ring.

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

Suddenly, Gold Soul Theory is heard throughout the arena as the fans already know who is coming. Scott Wilson pushes aside the curtains that lead to the entrance stage and walks out. He takes in the energy from the crowd and the spotlight shining on him.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 254 pounds, from Seattle, Washington, “The Last King” Scott Wilson!

Beckett: What a grotesque face! No wonder this guy wears a mask!

Nailz: Scott Wilson is making his APW debut here tonight, as is his opponent, Peter Shelley! This should be a spirited contest!

He slowly walks to the ring, high fiving the fans who request it. He reaches ringside and slides under the ropes and into the ring. He surveys the audience a last time before turning his attention to the entrance.

The din sounds of Baba O'Riley's backing synthesiser hits the speakers, prompting auto-rejections from the fans as arrogant and slightly dim-witted Californian Peter Shelley struts out of the curtain in his wrestling gear with a polo shirt tied around his neck by the sleeves. He slicks back his thinning hair then pops the air-guns, firing invisible pot-shots at the ring from his fingers as he marches down to ring-side like he's the cock of the walk.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, weighing in at 210 pounds, from Beverly Hills, California, “The Shooter” Peter Shelley!

Nailz: It looks like “The Shooter” isn’t trying to do anything to endear himself to the Singapore fans here tonight!

Beckett: Does he look like a man who cares if people like him? I think not!

The mention of his name prompts yet more heckling but Shelley is far too delighted with himself to care. He clambers up the steel steps, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he hungrily anticipates the gruelling fight that awaits him then climbs through the ropes and into the ring. He takes a running swing with an invisible driver, shielding his eyes as he watches the ball sail into the distance then throws a fist in the air as it apparently sinks into the hole. Needless to say, the fans in attendance aren't quite as enthusiastic. With both men in the ring, the ref calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING!

Scott Wilson vs. Peter Shelley

The two men tie up in the middle of the ring, with Wilson using his superior size and strength to press Shelley back into the ropes. He then gives Shelley a couple of stiff punches to the face before whipping him across the ring and lifting him up on the rebound into a Gorilla Press position! “The Last King” showboats a bit, pressing Shelley a couple of times before slamming him into the mat! As Wilson goes to pull him up, “The Shooter” gives him a rake across the eyes, drawing loud boos from the crowd, and an admonishment from the ref! He gets to his feet, and delivers a series of hard Knife Edge Chops to the chest of Wilson, turning his chest a bright red before leveling him with a particularly hard chop! He goes for the first cover of the match, but Shelley doesn’t even get a one count! As the match progresses, Shelley and Wilson trade control back and forth, with Wilson utilizing his size advantage to deliver numerous power moves to the smaller Shelley, while Shelley takes any and all shortcuts that he can! At one point, “The Shooter” connects with his series of a German Suplex followed by a Half-Nelson Suplex, and finished with a Release Headspike Dragon Suplex, a combination he has dubbed the Triathaplex! As he goes for the pin, he gets both feet on the ropes, 1
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The ref notices the feet on the ropes!

Nailz: “The Shooter” almost stole one there. Can “The Last King” get back in this match?

Beckett: Scott Wilson may have the size and speed advantage, but Peter Shelley has shown me thus far that he has the intellectual advantage!

Nailz: Please, he’s shown that he’s a big cheater!

Beckett: Well if it works!

As the match rages on, Scott Wilson takes back control, getting wise to Shelley’s shortcuts, and cutting him off before he can cheat! “The Shooter” tries to give Wilson a swift kick between the legs, but Wilson closes his legs, trapping Shelley’s foot! He then pulls Shelley in for a ring-shaking STO! He hooks both legs, 1
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Kick out from Peter Shelley! Wilson continues to wear Shelley down with a mixture of technical and power moves, with Shelley barely getting any offense in at all. About 12 minutes into the match, Wilson takes Shelley down with a bulldog, and runs to the ropes, going for his version of the Spingboard Lionsault, Your Last Endeavors! Shelley gets his knees up, though, and as he gets up, he pulls a pair of brass knuckles from out of his trunks, right in front of the referee! The ref comes right up to confiscate the foreign object, and as he turns to hand it to the timekeeper, Shelley rocks Wilson with a Lowblow Forearm Shot right between the legs! Wilson falls like a ton of bricks, and Shelley goes for the pin, 1
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Winner: “The Shooter” Peter Shelley

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, “The Shooter” Peter Shelley!

“Baba O’Riley” hits the speakers once more, and the fans let Shelley have it, booing him out of the building! Shelley just has a poop-eating grin on his face as the ref raises his arm in victory.

Nailz: I was very impressed by what we saw from “The Last King” Scott Wilson here tonight. Peter Shelley, on the other hand, not so much!

Beckett: Hey, he won the match, didn’t he? That bit about introducing the Brass Knux to distract the ref, that was golden! I already like this guy!

Wilson still holds his jollies in pain as Shelley exits the ring and heads up the ramp, swinging his invisible driver once more to mock the fans! APW Asylum cuts to a commercial break!

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APW Asylum comes back to the arena, where Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins are already standing in the ring. The fans are chanting "DYING BREED! DYING BREED!" for the APW Tag Team Champions, while Bailey and Hopkins humbly acknowledge the crowd.

Anthony Bailey: Good evening Kallang, I hope that all is well with you tonight...

Light cheers can be heard throughout the arena.

Anthony Bailey: I came out to the ring with my ace Jair Hopkins to make a quick announcement regarding the upcoming pay per view extravanganza. With all of the recents events that have gone on around here lately, it's hard to believe that the road to One Night In Hell is almost finished and only three short weeks away...

Jair Hopkins: Yeah Ant, that's pretty crazy right? Two of our opponents The Unforgiven have done everything in their power to try and eliminate us, like attacking my boy this past Thursday on Overdrive.

The fans begin to boo at the actions of The Unforgiven, mainly that of Sentinel.

Anthony Bailey: And it was partially my fault because I shouldn't have been so naive about the whole situation in the first place. I'm such a optimist that it is to my own dismay at times. I was trying to wager with the enemy and it blew up right in my face. But that...that was the very moment when I knew that this was bigger than I had anticipated.

Jair Hopkins: And not to undermine NewGen or anything since they have actually become pretty good friends to Ant and I over the course of this whole prelude to One Night In Hell fiasco. But when I got word of what happened to Ant on Overdrive and how I wouldn't be teaming with him that night but teaming with someone else instead, I was disappointed.

The fans boo at the actions of The Unforgiven, mainly Sentinel, during the last episode of Overdrive.

Anthony Bailey: Overdrive was just the epiphany that I needed to put things into proper perspective. Hopkins has been one of the few people that have remained loyal to me over the course of my APW duration and my entire career as a professsional in general, so I owe him and our partnership my undivided attention. We do not take our reign as Tag Team Champions lightly. We have enjoyed our six month reign and we would like to continue to enjoy it. So with that being said and after much consideration and weighing of my options, I have decided to drop out of the Elimination Chamber match for the Undisputed Title at One Night In Hell....

The fans boo loudly at Bailey's shocking announcement.

I know, I know. I was really looking forward to that match, but these Tag Titles deserve my full attention. Hopkins deserves my full attention. But I would never do something this drastic without thinking ahead. I talked to Kash earlier tonight and I pitched him the idea of a replacement and he fully complied. So without further ado...introducing the man that will be replacing me in the Chamber and freeing me up to focus on The Unforgiven and NewGen...a man who has been the embodiment of consistency and a man who has accomplished a feat that Hopkins and I wish to achieve one day by being inducted into the APW Hall of Fame. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you.....

I AWAKE FROM MADNESS... ONE MORE TIME!

Nailz: Holy-

SSSHHHAADDOOOWWW!!!

The lights do not got out this time and the crowd goes nuts. Shadow burst through the curtain and out in front of the Singapore crowd. He roars back at them. Bailey stands in the ring with a smirk on his face as Shadow walks toward the ring. The big man beats his chest as he walks. Each time he does, the ground rumbles. At ringside Shadow turns and climbs the stairs getting into the ring. Bailey is silent, before offering Shadow a handshake.

Beckett: He can't do this!

The Texas giant extends his hand and they clasp to the crowd's approval. Bailey shakes Shadow's hand for a moment before letting go and exiting the ring and heading up the ramp. Shadow takes a second to celebrate and then 45 by Shinedown begins.

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first. in the ring from Denton Texas, Shadow! And his opponent. Making his way to the ring. Stephen Mitchell.

Suddenly Stephen Mitchel nails Shadow in the back of the head with a steel chair the crowd turns ugly immediately.

Nailz: Mitchell came through the crowd! The match hasn't even started yet!

Beckett: That was smart of him.

DING DING DING!

Stephen Mitchell covers Shadow!

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Shadow kicks out with authority, heaving Mitchell off his shoulders.

Cheers with delight and Shadow sits up. Stephen Mitchell rolls out of the ring in a panic. Shadow rises in the ring and turns to Mitchell who begins to back up the ramp. The referee starts the count as Shadow demands Stephen Mitchell get back in the ring. The crowd boos. They jeer. The suddenly they cheer!

Nailz: "The Promise" is back!

Anthony Bailey grabs Mitchell by the back of the shirt and hurls him under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Mitchell looks at Shadow he looks at Bailey with fear in his eyes. Shadow is pleased. Mitchell turns to leap out of the ring, Shadow grabs him by the back of his shirt and slings Stephen Mitchell into the corner. Without hesitation, Shadow charges in with a splash. Before his opponent can drop, Shadow hooks his hand under Mitchell's arm and bills him out of the corner.

Beckett: Dear God what power!

Nailz: That ring is twenty feet wide. That was nearly a 25 feet cross corner length.

Mitchell lands hung upside down from the opposite ring corner. His back crashing into the corner and head nearly hitting the ground. Shadow barrels in and baseball slides!

Nailz: Shadow nearly cleaved his head off.

Mitchell isn't moving. Before the referee can check Stephen, Shadow grabs him and pulls the man's corpse up. Shadow looks to the crowd and asks if they want one more. They scream for it. Shadow sets Mitchell up for a powerbomb. The giant heaves him up and then lifts Mitchell above his head.

Beckett: Looks like Stephen Mitchell just caught his last ride!

The impact was like a gunshot. Shadow down over the unconscious limp frame of Stephen Mitchell. The crowd counts.

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Stenfelder: Here is your winner! Shadow!!!!!!!

His music begins to play as Shadow stands over the lifeless Stephen Mitchell. The referee raises Shadow's arm.

Nailz: What a statement!

Beckett: He was a jobber

Nailz: Jobber or not, he's a 260 pound man. Shadow just did that to a 260 pound man!

The giant stands in the ring beating his chest in victory before the camera fades to commercial.

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After his match against Level One on this past week's Overdrive, Jason Kash hasn't been heard of since. Backstage he comes around the corner and Asylum Interviewer, Jack Spade hurries up to the Interim General Manager of Asylum with various questions.

Spade: Jason, can I have a word please? We've not heard from you since Thursdays Overdrive, what are your thoughts on that match and tonight's Mystery Opponent?

Stopping, Kash looks at Spade as if he asked a dumb question. Grabbing his chain that hangs down around his chest, Kash places it inside his shirt and removes his sunglasses after coming into the building.

Kash: I've got nothing to say about Overdrive. I lost, everyone figured as much and I did what I could with what I had to work with. Is my beef with Lester over? Not in the littlest bit, I'd break him off right now if he was standing here. Fuck him. As for tonight? I don't care who it is and part of me WISHES it was someone I wanted to tear apart, someone like Lester or maybe if I'm lucky I'd get Stefan Raab but just as everyone knew I'd lose to Lester, EVERYONE knows Raab is too much of a bitch to come see me inside the ring...So I'll take whoever has enough heart to come get some.

Kash proceeds to walk away but stops himself. He stares at the ground as he backs up to his former standing location. He looks over at Jack Spade and licks his lips before opening his mouth to speak yet again.

Kash: This job I have? I don't want it. Not that I ever asked for it but when it was offered to me I seen one thing when accepting. I seen that it was a way for me to return to THIS show. THIS Brand. Without this "Job" I'd still be sitting on the couch at my Momma's house wondering when I'd find a replacement to fill my addiction to action. One I gained here! So I took this job to be back where I belong, where I've helped build and push into a better direction. Now I want out. Jeff, if you're watching...You have until after One Night In Hell to FIND that replacement because after that night, I quit as General Manager of Asylum. I want an Active Competitor contract and I want to be what I am best and that's a Wrestler on the Asylum brand.

Now before the rumor mill goes crazy, I will NOT leave as GM without doing something GOOD for this brand besides giving those who are overlooked and undersold a shot to shine. No before I am done with this gig, I will leave a MARK on this Show and people will always know that when they think of me in this position, I did at least ONE thing for the fans. I'm not the best guy for this job but I've done this job better than Raab did and that nobody can argue. You want to discredit me, pretend nobody likes this show now? Good, have it your way because I will compete with the few on this roster who would wrestle for free and we will compete in an empty arena, with no broadcast being filmed, we will do it because for those of us who love this business...We do it for this sport not for the paycheck. So FOR these fans I will do something for them, for us on the roster, to be seen on an equal stage as that other show. This right here? This show is WHERE ACTION COMES ALIVE!

Slapping the side of Jack Spade's arm, Kash smiles.

Kash: I'll see you later..

Walking off leaving Jack Spade with a small grin on his face as the camera cuts to the ring for another Match.

We return to the ring where the crowd is already roaring in delight at the sight of our special referee, Anthony Bailey. Already in the ring, as “My Time” plays over the PA system, is Jace Savage, while Brian Hollywood stands next to him in street clothes, going over strategy with him.

Stenfelder: The following bout is scheduled for one fall and is a SPECIAL REFEREE match officiated by one half of the APW Tag Team Champions, Anthony Bailey!

Bailey throws an arm up to the crowd, giving them a smile and a nod.

Screeching, distorted sounds peal through the speakers over drums and bass as the lights go down dim, coming back up in a deep red. The music spirals down before coming up as crushing guitar as "Glow" by Coal Chamber starts to get underway. At that point, Zachariah Blood steps out onto the stage with Lady Rayne at his side, her ever-present cane over her shoulder and a frayed black towel over his head, masking his features.

Stenfelder: Already in the ring, accompanied by Brian Hollywood, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 220 pounds, JACE SAVAGE! And his opponent… Led to the ring by Lady Rayne, from The French Quarter and weighing in at 223 pounds...the Masochist...ZACHARIAH BLOOD!

Zachariah steps ahead of Rayne a few paces and she brings the cane to bear, lacing into his back three times, each strike setting off a geyser of sparkling pyro, before leveling a brutal fourth shot that sets off a smoky explosion. Blood soaks up the pain with a roar and marches to the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope and striding to center ring, pulling the towel from his head with an animalistic glare on his face. As the lights go back to normal, he hands the towel to Rayne, who moves to stand in his corner, urging him to destroy.

Grudge Match (Special Referee: Anthony Bailey)
Zachariah Blood vs Jace Savage

The bell rings. Savage and Blood measure each other in the ring. They go for a lockup but Blood is quick to get the upperhand, taking Savage to the mat in a side headlock. He forces him to his feet and runs to the turnbuckles, driving Savage face-first into the top! Savage groans in pain and Blood nails a vicious shot to the kidney! Savage drops to his knees and Blood uses his knee to choke him over the middle rope! Bailey counts all the way to four, and Blood breaks the hold, giving Bailey a smirk, saying something to him that the cameras can’t hear.

Beckett: I think he just said “this could be you” to Anthony Bailey! ...And what are you looking for, Russ?

Nailz: Sentinel. He’s never far away. He’s a big man, but he can come from anywhere.

Beckett: Oh, come on.

Nailz: I don’t trust the Unforgiven. I don’t think they would travel alone… not in a situation like this, which is designed for them to be outnumbered.

Beckett: Are you still mad because Blood pushed you down that one time? Get over it!

Blood Irish Whips Jace across the ring. Jace collides with the turnbuckles sternum-first, viciously. He shouts in pain and Blood shoots the ropes in front of Jace, coming back to nail a step-up Shining Wizard, early in the match, but Jace is able to pivot out of the way. Blood lands on his feet, however, and turns, charging at Jace and taking him over the top rope with a Clothesline!

Nailz: He was looking for the Sadistic Warlock, but nobody home-- and look, Jace Savage held onto the apron!

Beckett: Zachariah Blood doesn’t see it!

Blood starts to turn as Lady Rayne screams warnings at him. Jace launches himself over the top rope, and over Blood, flipping to land behind him with a Sunset Flip! The crowd roars as Jace pins Blood’s shoulders to the mat!

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Nailz: And how embarrassing would that have been?!

Blood and Jace both climb to their feet, but Jace sprints and him and nails a Headscissors Takedown! Blood cries out in pain, holding his neck as he staggers to his feet, using the ropes to steady himself. Jace runs at him again, twisting in mid-air to hit a Backflip Kick right between Zachariah Blood’s eyes! Blood is taken through the ropes and to the apron! Jace shoots the ropes and springboards from the middle, leaping to the outside to take Blood spine-first to the apron with a Plancha! Blood rolls to the floor and Jace lands on the floor on his feet, casually walking over to the fans, shaking and slapping hands with the fans.

Nailz: Jace Savage is rolling!

Beckett: Not fair! Zachariah Blood wasn’t prepared for any of that!

Blood gets to his feet and Jace Savage runs at him, going for a Hurricanrana on the outside-- but Blood captures him, briefly, on his shoulders and launches him over his head and onto the apron! Savage lands on his feet-- but Blood turns around and grabs his ankles, pulling him off, forcing Savage to smash his jaw against the ring apron! He groans and turns around, into a Snap Suplex on the outside! Savage arches his back in pain and Anthony Bailey leans outside, yelling for Blood to get Savage back in the ring. We briefly cut to a shot, showing Jair Hopkins in the back, taping his wrists as he watches the action on the monitor.

Nailz: Bailey has been doing a pretty good job, officiating this match. For those watching at home, we just saw Jair Hopkins-- the other half of the Tag Team Champions-- watching from the back. He’s gearing up for a Champion vs Champion match against Reaver!

Beckett: If he cared about his partner, he’d be out here. Those NewGen guys are slippery. They might jump Bailey!

Blood slides Savage into the ring, grinning up at Bailey as he does so. He climbs up onto the apron and ascends to the top rope. Savage gets to his feet, but Blood leaps from the top, hitting a Diving Heel Kick that Savage to the mat! Blood pins him, hooking both legs to the canvas!

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Beckett: BOOOO! Boooo, Bailey, that was slow!

Nailz: I hope you’re joking. Oh-- look! Blood’s got Jace up again!

Shooting a glare at Anthony Bailey, Zachariah Blood forces Jace Savage up once more. He hooks him in a front-facelock and then drives him viciously to the mat for a Scissored DDT! Savage’s head bounces off of the canvas and Blood rolls him over onto his back.

Beckett: The Lacerator! It’s over!

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Lady Rayne screams at Bailey from the outside, earning a chorus of boos as she does so. Lady Rayne hops onto the apron and yells for Bailey to “stop being biased!” Confidently, Bailey walks toward her, pointing at his shirt, which shows that he is the official… And Rayne slaps him!

Nailz: What the hell was that for?!

Bailey and Rayne continue to argue for a few moments while Blood and Savage continue to trade blows behind them, with Blood forcing Savage in the corner, throwing knees into his gut. Bailey yells for Lady Rayne to leave! This earns Blood’s attention, who looks up at Bailey in shock! He walks over to him and joins his lady on the apron, literally standing by her side as they argue with Bailey!

Nailz: Well, his opponent is inside the ring… Anthony Bailey is the official tonight. Not a target!

Beckett: Bailey’s overstepping his boundaries! How dare he talk to a woman the way he has?! And I bet her poor hand hurts… Oooh… I’ll massage it, Rayne!

Nailz: Look! LOOK! I knew it!

The crowd boos, loudly, however, as from behind, as Jace Savage climbs to his feet, the massive, “Silent Destroyer”, Sentinel emerges from the crowd. He hops the apron and slides into the ring just as Savage turns around-- drilling him to the mat with a vicious Spear! The crowd boos uproariously and Sentinel rolls out of the ring… However, this doesn’t sit well with Brian Hollywood, who, to the delight of the Singaporean audience goes right after Sentinel, using the steel steps as a catapult to jump up and nail the big man with a Lou Thesz, unloading with closed right-and-left fists!

Nailz: And LOOK! Brian Hollywood is UNLOADING on the Silent Destroyer!

Zachariah Blood enters the ring and motions for the aching, groggy Jace Savage to get to his feet. Jace has trouble getting up, and Blood slaps his knee, signaling for the end.

Beckett: Damage is done. Jace is out on his feet right now.

Savage turns around and with a roar, Blood runs at him, stepping up on his knee and going for a Shining Wizard-- but Savage somehow blocks the shot and sends Blood over his head and to the mat with a Back Body Drop! Savage shoots the ropes and comes back at Blood as he rises to his feet, hitting him with a Wheelbarrow Victory Roll, pinning his shoulders to the mat! Bailey drops down to make the count!

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The bell rings and the crowd roars as Jace rolls off of Blood. Hollywood slides into the ring, joining Jace’s side as Blood gets up in anger.

Stenfelder: Here is your winner… JACE SAVAGE!

Beckett: This is absurd! Wha--!

Nailz: It’s a win, Steve! A CLEAN one!

Blood stomps his foot on the mat in frustration as Lady Rayne, who never left ringside, slides into the ring to console him. Sentinel, soon joined by his lady, Talon, rise to the apron, and Jace’s music fades. Hollywood, Bailey, and the worse-for-wear Jace Savage soon realize their predicament as Sentinel and Blood set their sights on them.

Nailz: Here we go!

Sentinel steps into the ring, but this serves as a mere distraction as Blood takes Savage down from behind and then goes after Bailey! Sentinel goes after Hollywood, but to the crowd’s delight, Bailey manages to get the upperhand on Blood with two hard European Uppercuts, followed by a Snap DDT! Blood groans in pain and rolls away! Sentinel, meanwhile, has Hollywood in the corner, stomping away at him, but soon turns around in time to see Bailey charging! Bailey goes for a Clothesline, but Sentinel, with a roar, runs forward and sends Bailey corkscrewing to the mat with a Lariat!

Nailz: What a decapitating shot!

However, as Sentinel turns around, Hollywood is up in time to rush him and hit a Dropkick, that sends Sentinel stumbling backwards. Sentinel is spun around by Savage, who shoots the ropes and comes back to hit a Somersault Neckbreaker! Sentinel lies in pain on the mat, slamming a fist on the canvas in frustration.

Nailz: And NewGen! NewGen Rising stands tall tonight!

We cut to a shot of Jair Hopkins watching from the back, applauding slowly, with a small smile on his lips as he watches from his monitor. Meanwhile, in the ring, Bailey climbs back to his feet and raises Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood’s hands to a pop from the crowd.

Suddenly, Foxygen's "In the Darkness" hits the PA system. Bailey and NewGen Rising look surprised at first as Tyler Harrison and Aubrey J. Parker emerge from the back, but soon, looks of realization cross their faces. With a smirk, Anthony waves to the ladies, Rayne and Talon, who are trying to comfort the fallen Unforgiven. He, Savage, and Hollywood exit the ring, making their way past AJP and Tyler, toward the back, without a word to either of them.

Nailz: Maybe it's time for Parker to finally pay up!

Beckett: But the Unforgiven are in no condition for-- for-- for whatever's about to happen!

The music fades and the wild crowd is still in a frenzy from the action, coupled with the immediate appearance of Aubrey J. Parker and Tyler Harrison before the break. Tyler stands by Aubrey, in a stance that suggests he's ready to fight. Aubrey, likewise, is already in her wrestling gear and stands in the center of the ring, looking at the battered, bruised Sentinel and Zachariah Blood. She raises her microphone to her lips.

AJP: I'm here. So what exactly is it that I can help you gentlemen with, huh?

She holds her hand out toward Tyler, who promptly hands Aubrey her pocket-book, which she quickly begins to filter through.

AJP: We'll do it right here in public so there's no dispute. What are we talking about? Five-grand? Six? I want this over with. I want...

Parker trails off as Lady Rayne gathers another microphone and hands it to Talon who, in her current state, is the best one to speak for the group. She steps forward and puts a hand on the purse, pushing it down and out of the way gently.

Talon (Unforgiven): No, no, dear...money isn't what we're after. If that were all we required, there are easier ways to get it. No, what we want is more...personal.

Zachariah smirks at that, pushing his two-colored hair out of his face while Sentinel stands near Talon with heavy arms folded across his chest.

AJP: I...

Confused, Aubrey hands the purse back to Tyler and looks at the two ladies before her with a skeptic's leer. Her eyes travel over Sentinel and then to Zachariah before she finally speaks agan.

AJP: I don't get it.

Talon (Unforgiven): There are a lot of things you don't get, Parker. But...such is life. I will make this simple. The payment we require is already right here in this arena.

The fans' murmuring have started to reach a crescendo again. All the intrigue surrounding this half-dozen people in the ring has their attention galvanized.

AJP: Alright...

Parker and Harrison turn, scanning the audience. Several fans roar as the camera pans over them-- but nobody helpful steps forward. Our camera returns to Aubrey who glares across the ring at the woman named Talon.

AJP: Then where is he?

Talon says nothing, instead turning to Zachariah who points right at Tyler with a dead serious look on his face. The fans go off, screaming and yelling as all of a sudden all eyes are on the younger Harrison to see what his own reaction is.

AJP: ...BAHAHAHAHAH! What?!

Parker's face goes from shock to amusement. She turns to Tyler. who is looking at the Unforgiven, seemingly stunned.

AJP: TYLER? Please! You can't have Tyler! Bahahaha!

Aubrey shoots a look over her shoulder at the Unforgiven.

AJP: Nice one. You'd have a better chance at getting my left ti--

SMASH! STATIC!

The fans roar as Tyler Harrison smacks the microphone from Aubrey's hand. Aubrey remains frozen-- the same expression literally quite frozen on her face, stuck, half-turned toward the Unforgiven as Tyler, red-faced, glares at her. He reaches into his back pocket, retrieving a microphone.

Tyler: No more.

Again, the fans erupt, and Aubrey's face falls.

Sentinel smirks slightly as Tyler steps up with the microphone in hand. Talon just looks supremely pleased as does Lady Rayne. Zachariah's attention is on Tyler, however, curious as to how he will handle this situation.

Tyler: I don't wanna be pushed around, doing your paperwork, rotting away backstage while you get to experience-- experience all of this. You are not BETTER than me. You are not BETTER...

Tyler, glaring at Aubrey, who finally gives him her attention, points at the Unforgiven.

Tyler: You might have an Undisputed Title match tonight, Aubrey, but without me behind you, supporting you, FORCED to rally behind you in SECRET for months on months-- wthout ME you would have never made it to Test for the Best. Without me, you would have never GOTTEN not one, but TWO shots at the Undisputed Championship.

Aubrey looks at Tyler in shock. He is nearly shaking, looking at her wide-eyed.

Tyler: You never cared what I had to sacrifice to make sure you were successful. Blood? Sentinel? They understand. They... for as powerful... for as malicious... for as destructive... at least they can almost pass for human beings...

Aubrey narrows her eyes at the comment while the crowd releases an onligatory "OOOOOHHHHH!"

AJP: So uh...

Aubrey turns and glares directly at Zachariah Blood.

AJP: So this is your way of playing games?

Blood takes the microphone with a snarl.

Zachariah Blood: This, Parker, is our chosen payment. I told you before that as far as we were concerned, you have agreed. And it seems like we have an eager addition to our fold. You see, Tyler here...

Sentinel puts a heavy hand on the young man's shoulder in an almost reassuring fashion, nodding his head.

Zachariah Blood: ...has been in the background too long. People like you, like Evan and probably a lot of other assholes I'm forgetting have used him like a glorified gofer for all this time, refusing to see the potential he has. We see that potential. We know what he's capable of. And on our side, he'll make more of himself in three months than he could spending three years longer as your lackey.

Talon lifts her mic again.

Talon (Unforgiven): Oh, it will be hard, though. We will break Tyler down before we build him back up. He will be put through hell in every sense of the world. But the man he becomes will be worth the pain...won't it, Tyler?

Tyler looks down, nervously, looking away from Talon-- and then his eyes meet Aubrey's. Aubrey has a concerned, but hardened look on her face as she looks across the ring at Tyler Harrison. They lock eyes for upwards of ten seconds before Tyler finally responds.

Tyler: That's right.

Aubrey sighs and gives Tyler a look of disappointment, but he stands confidently alongside the Unforgiven... still glaring at her.

Zachariah Blood: Ladies and gentlemen, Aubrey Jessica Parker is speechless. Might want to take out your phones and get a shot or clip of this, because no one will believe you otherwise!

Rayne rolls her eyes as Talon gestures for Tyler to come stand with the rest of the group as she steps forward, closing the distance a bit between her and AJP. Her voice drops somewhat dangerously.

Talon (Unforgiven): Paid in full, Aubrey. Nice doing business with you.

The unspoken message was clear: 'get out of our ring'.

Parker looks at the four... now, maybe five... members of the Unforgiven, scanning each of them. A series of indistinguishable chants have surfaced throughout the crowd and Aubrey glares, dropping her microphone. The crowd roars, as she takes a step forward, seemingly ready to fight.

Beckett: Here we go, Russ! It's on! Parker's gonna take on ALL FIVE of them! And Dying Breed and NewGen have already beat feet outta here! Tyler's not on her side! It's just her!

Aubrey, despite the loud, deafening crowd...

...side-steps the five of them and makes her way to the ropes. She drops down out of the ring, to the outside, to a thunderous chorus of boos from the audience, slowly marching toward the back.

The Unforgiven watches her go, then "Feuer Frei" hits as they stand before the ropes with their newest member at their side. Blood and Sentinel hold the ropes open for the ladies and then exit the ring with Tyler in tow, heading up the ramp toward the backstage area.

Nailz: What just happened?

Beckett: I'm not sure yet!

Nailz: Aubrey J. Parker has already lost Logan Alexander, Christian Kane, Terry Marvin... And now she's lost Tyler Harrison too. Aubrey J. Parker, heading into her Undisputed Championship match, heading into a Chamber at One Night in Hell FOR that title, suddenly, and finally finds herself very, very alone.

Beckett: But what about the Tag Team Titles? How are the Dying Breed feeling about this? NewGen? Until tonight, they had the Unforgiven's number all week! They figured out how to combat the fores of 'evil', and NOW they have ANOTHER body-- they have a former champion in Tyler Harrison with them now!

Nailz: Things just changed, Steve. I think we just witnessed the official, emphatic death of the New Sindicate. And now Terry Marvin's looking to finish the job.

Beckett: I'm... I don't know what to say.

We fade to black as the Unforgiven disappears into the back.

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APW Asylum comes back from commercial break with Diamante Valentine, Young Mannie, and YM's posse already in the ring. "Another Way" is blaring over the speakers as Mannie and Diamante exchange pleasantries with each other, awaiting the arrival of their opponents, Sang Real.

Stenfelder: The following contest is a Tag Team Match, scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of 420 pounds, the team of Young Mannie and Diamante Valentine!

Nailz: We have ourselves a Red Shield Mafia Reunion here tonight as Diamante Valentine makes his return to the Asylum!

Beckett: We've seen these two be quite the effective team in the past.

"Requiem" by The Trans-Siberian Orchestra & Metallica begins to play as golden sparks rain from the ceiling. The fans are booing loudly, expecting the arrival of Sang Réal, but they aren't showing up. The music continues to play, with no sign of Connor Murphy or Gabriel Krown!

Nailz: Their music is playing, but where's Sang Réal?

After about a minute, the music finally stops, and Jason Kash pops up on the Action Tron.

Kash: So, this is kind of embarassing, but Sang Réal caught the wrong train to the arena, and they're halfway across the country right now.

There's a mixture of cheers and boos. For their parts, Mannie and Diamante look incredibly miffed.

Kash: But to make it up to you guys, we found a couple of replacements for them.

"Requim" plays again, and this time, midgets dressed as Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown make their way out to the ring. THe former Red Shield Mafia are not amused, but the fans are, cheering for the diminutive competitors!

Beckett: Leave it to Kash to bring in midgets! I know you like to ask if there's no low that certain folks here won't go to, but with Kash, I don't think there's any depths of depravity that he won't sink to!

Nailz: Well, I guess this will be an official match!

Mini-Sang Réal hit the ring, and the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Young Mannie & Diamante Valentine vs. Mini-Sang Réal

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Stenfelder: Here are your winners, Young Mannie & Diamante Valentine!

Nailz: Well that was a short match, pardon the pun!

Beckett: What an insult! What a joke!

Mannie and his crew leave the ring in a huff, while Mini-Krown checks on his partner. Asylum cuts to another commercial break.

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Stenfelder: The following is an Xtreme Rules match! Non-Title Competition where the victor is the one who is able to pin or submit their opponents. Introducing first! From "The CONCRETE Jungle!" Bronx, NEW YORK! The APW TapOUT Champion!! JAIR HOOOOOPKINNNS!!

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.

Stenfelder: And his opponent coming from the multiple personality of his own Mind! ALSO from The Bronx, New York! The APW Suicidal Champion...RRREEAAVVERRR!!!

"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 as he rubs his shiny Suicidal Championship wrapped around his waist. They roar with excitement as he tilts his head and storms down to the ring. He heads to the back of the ring and sits in the corner rocking back and forth before standing up; hops around in the corner with a stern focused look ready to attack.

Nailz: These two have a common friend in Juan Ramirez, it will be interesting to see what goes down in this match under Xtreme Rules. I'm excited, how about you?

Beckett: The ring is surrounded by Garbage Cans filled with weapons of all sorts. I think I seen a Amputee Leg somewhere, this could get weird if one of them has a foot fetish..

Jair Hopkins Vs. Reaver

(Non-Title Xtreme Rules Match)

Both Hopkins and Reaver remove their belts, handing them to the Referee. He passes them off to the Time Keeper through the ropes. The bell sounds off and both men break into a sprint, not at each other but to the outside of the ring on opposite sides from each other. Going for the barrels of weapons, they go through them looking for the right weapon like it's a shopping catalog. Reaver tosses a few things up over his head, throwing them into the ring for later use. Hopkins puts a Nightstick up under his armpit as he pulls a Barbwire Covered Baseball bat from deep within the barrel. The fans erupt at the sight of it, their kind of wrestling. Violent.

Beckett: Let's go, use those weapons! Hit each other, rip the skin off the other one's face!!

Nailz: Good gracious! Someone needs some medication over here...Where is Kash when you need him? Heh.

Beckett: I would never put that in this body, are you crazy!?

Finally Reaver turns back to the ring and rolls in holding a few objects to his chest with one hand tightly securing them. As he pushes to his feet, his opponent, Jair Hopkins is up on the ring apron. He has the nightstick in hand but drops it as he grabs the ropes and springboards up and into the ring using the ropes. Reaver drops all of his weapon choices and walks forward, planted hard with a Front Falling Dropkick to the chest. The fans roaring with excitement as this match really gets underway.

Both of them get to their feet, Hopkins before Reaver but Reaver has a weapon he pulled off the canvas in one hand. It's a Baton and Reaver extends it with a whip of his wrist as he rises. Hopkins jumps back as Reaver swipes at him once, then again. Finally turning away from his masked opponent, Hopkins runs and hits the ropes. He picks up speed but Reaver is waiting and takes the baton right to Hopkins gut as he comes in hot and fast. He flips over the impact of the baton and lands on his back. Reaver drops and hooks a leg, rolling Hopkins up for a quick pin attempt.

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Nailz: He really took it to the stomach region there, that hurt!

Beckett: If you know Reaver, even in his losses he piles up the pain to his opponents. That's his M.O.

Not pushing off the failed pin attempt, Reaver bites down into the neck of Jair Hopkins and Hopkins roars out a scream of pain. Done with the vampire biting, Reaver rips Hopkins up with him as he gets to his feet. Hopkins with an arm to his bitten neck is unable to defend as Reaver scoops him up and puts him back on his back with a High Angled Bodyslam. In a hurry, Reaver heads to the nearby turnbuckles and places his back to the pads. He props himself up onto the second rope and dives off immediately going for a 2nd Rope Diving Elbow but Hopkins manages to move out of the way and Reaver crashes onto his elbow and side.

As Reaver scrambles to his feet, Hopkins does as well and Reaver goes for a quick clothesline but Hopkins ducks it and slides to the back of Reaver, lifting him and slamming him with a well executed German Suplex. The weapons on the canvas rumble in movement as the Suplex hits. Both of them move onto their stomachs. Hopkins begins to rise and Reaver follows and as both men stand to their feet, Jair Hopkins spins swinging a wild leg into Reaver, hitting a Wheel Kick to the face.

Nailz: These two are wrestling in an Xtreme, no rules match! Who'd have thunk it?

Beckett: "Thunk" Haha..I won't even touch that one.

Hopkins waves Reaver to bring it as the masked weirdo rises from the canvas. Hopkins breaks into a rush and goes to the side ropes, he blazes as he picks up speed and comes at Reaver with all he's got. Hopkins goes for a Spear and leaps from his feet to really execute but Reaver side steps it, grabbing Hopkins mid spear and launches him through the ropes to the outside! Hopkins crashes into a barrel full of weapons and the thud is heard echoing throughout the arena as the fans begin cheering and clapping. Reaver looking outside the ring can see Jair Hopkins laying next to the barrel on it's side, weapons scattered everywhere on the ramp side of the ring.

Dipping to the outside, Reaver kicks the barrel out of his way as he looks at the options at "Tools" laying on the ground. He sees something key and lifts the Singapore Cane from the ground and the arena vibrates with cheers of thundering form as he raises it above his head. Jair Hopkins pushes away and puts his back to the ring's apron. He pushes up as Reaver stands with his back to him and Hopkins pushes forward and hits a sloppy Crossbody to the back of Reaver and they fall forward, the Singapore Cane slides up onto the steel ramp of the Entrance way. Rolling off Reaver, Hopkins reaches over and grabs a stapler because it's all in his reach. He slaps Reaver with it as he comes to attack.

Beckett: That's my stapler..Can-Can I have my stapler?

Nailz: Ha! In this business, the "O Face" is Ohhh Shhh--

Beckett: What is that? What is Hopkins have in his hands now?

Standing there staring down at something that came out the barrel of weapons. Reaver pulling out staples as he sits on his knees doesn't notice anything but the staples he has to pluck out from his mask and face. Trickles of blood show up in the open spaces of his mask. Hopkins turns and flips the switch on a small handheld Taser and the snapping shock touches Reaver to the chest and he begins shaking like a tail feather, like the harlem shake just started playing. The crowd cracks up laughing, chants of something in Filipino begins being heard as Hopkins releases the button and Reaver jolts a few more times before tilting over to his side. Dropping the taser, Hopkins lifts Reaver up and rolls him into the ring, his body still tensed up from the shock.

Nailz: He might have made a mistake putting down that taser, Reaver has a history of not having good luck with those things!

Beckett: Jason Kash is watching this backstage, laughing his butt off! He needs it too, he's kind of chunky!

Climbing up on the ring apron, Jair stalks Reaver as he grips the ropes ready to spring up. As Reaver staggers up onto his feet, he twirls around as Jair leaps up and places his feet on the ropes to spring board. Reaver hurries and catch grabs Hopkins as he comes off the spring board and snaps him around with a devastating Spine buster! An arm over Hopkins as he lays on his back, Reaver has a pinfall attempt as the referee drops and makes the count.

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On his feet again, Reaver stands over Hopkins as he slowly turns onto his stomach and begins to push up on his hands and knees. Reaver stomps down on his hand and fingers. Hopkins flops onto his side, grabbing his hand with his hand as Reaver turns his attention to the weapons.

Beckett: It's like he just realized he can use weapons in this match, let's get XTREEEMME!!!

Half way in, half way out the ring sits a leather strap belt. Reaver has a smile on his face as he reaches down to grab it. He pulls it, testing it's strength in a pulling apart motion. He approaches Hopkins, who is still laid out holding his hand. Reaver sits Hopkins up and drives a knee into his spine before wrapping the leather strap around his neck. Reaver tightens the strap, wrapping it around twice and pulling with his knee still driven into Hopkins spine. Hopkins screams gargle as he struggles to get free. The referee checking on Hopkins consistently to prevent any long term damage. Almost faded to unconsciousness, Hopkins starts to drop his struggle. The referee just about ready to call for the bell is surprised when Reaver lets go of the strap and Hopkins falls back gasping for breath.

Nailz: He's playing a villainous game right now, Reaver doesn't have to be so vindictive inside the ring. Playing with his opponents, this is one of the reasons he finds himself losing matches. He enjoys this far too much and doesn't want to see it end!

Beckett: I know, kind of awesome ain't it?

Exiting the ring, Reaver adds some more toys to the ring as he tosses in a Steel Chair, a 2x4, a Yellow Stop sign, and a Singapore Cane which again erupts the fans with cheer for the "Hometown Weapon". Reaver reenters the ring as Jair Hopkins pushes up on one knee. Grabbing the yellow stop sign, Reaver approaches Hopkins but gets stopped as Jair pops up shoving the sign back against Reaver. Hopkins drives a forearm into Reaver's mask and he stumbles back. Hopkins rushes, grabs Reaver and whips him hard into the corner of the ring. Hopkins picks up the yellow stop sign and tosses it to a cornered Reaver, he catches it but is smashed with it as Jair Hopkins hits a Stinger Splash against Reaver and the Stop sign.

Slumping down into the corner, Reaver has the stop sign still leaned up against him, almost covered behind it as he sits slumped. Hopkins steps back half way across the ring and begins to run in place. The fans building in cheers and chants as Hopkins breaks towards Reaver and flips forward to hit a Senton but Reaver pulls on the bottom ropes and slides out of the ring. Hopkins crashes hard into the turnbuckles as Reaver drops to a knee before grabbing hold of the guard railing to give him some balance.

Beckett: Oh Jair tries to go big and it all burns down!

Nailz: Are you using a burning down reference because of Golden Boy where Jair Hopkins was trained at? That's not only insensitive but it's rude!

Beckett: Insensitive? Are we in Ballot now? Soap Opera really take completely over in this Sport? Grow up, it was funny!!

Outside the ring, Reaver walks the railing and spots a second Singapore Cane. The fans erupt with a loud pop as he bends down and grabs it off the steel entrance ramp. He limps to the ring and slowly crawls up under the ropes with the Cane in his hand. Jair Hopkins now on his back looks up to see Reaver getting in the ring and carrying the Singapore Cane. Hopkins sits up, grabs the ropes to pull him to his feet and as Reaver comes in with a downward swing, Hopkins dives under the attack into a roll across the ring. He grabs the Singapore Cane that had been brought into the ring earlier and now both men have a cane in hand. The fans on their feet, flashes of camera phones being taken as both men square off.

Nailz: Wait...are they?

Beckett: THEIR GONNA SWORD FIGHT WITH CANES!! THIS HAS OFFICIALLY BECOME AWESOME!!

Circling one another, they both have the canes gripped in two hands, held like swords. Reaver comes first with a downward slice motion, Jair adjusts and blocks it with his cane. He pushes Reaver back with the block and swipes at the chest like the cane would do anything at all with it's tip. Reaver scoots back in a Matrix like style but Jair Hopkins uses his speed and dances, hitting Reaver to the outside leg. As Reaver reacts to it he is hit with another snapping shot to the ribs and again to the other side of his body in the same location. Reaver angrily swings with might and anger as he grunts loudly but Hopkins dodges it and his Singapore Cane cracks and snaps as he whips it against the side of Reaver's head. The multiple personality stumbles to the right and drops to his knee.

Again his speed is used as Hopkins gets behind Reaver, snatches him and drops him with a Reverse Facebuster. The crowd continues filling the arena with cheers and celebration as Hopkins hits his "Bread N' Butter" and returns to his feet and the house knows what is coming next. They begin to chant for the "OMFG" as Jair Hopkins picks Reaver up. He hits the Knee Smash, converts to a Lifted Inverted DDT which hits smoothly and the fans couldn't be any louder as he hurries and runs up the turnbuckles, hitting a Spring board Moonsault Foot Stomp. He falls and makes the cover on Reaver as the referee drops to make the count.

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The fans get so loud as that last hand slaps the canvas. Hopkins celebrates as he pops off the pin and gets to his feet as Stenfelder makes the official announcement.

Stenfelder: WINNER VIA PINFALL!! JAIR HOPKINS!!!

Nailz: What a great match up! Two men who are sometimes under the radar but they really put in hard work each and everytime they step into the ring. Very nice to see this here tonight..

Beckett: Reaver was beaten now, his partner is going to get his next! What a night huh?

With "The Fire" playing, Hopkins gets handed his TapOut Title and his arm raised to the fans approval. Hopkins holding his Title up glances over at Reaver as he slowly begins to move around. Hopkins extends a hand to a downed Reaver and he accepts it and is pulled to his feet. Reaver pulls away from Hopkins hand but after a moment he nods at Hopkins and backs away to leave the ring. Still showing the respect laid out with both their crews.

The scene opens live backstage, as we see 'The Main Attraction' and his Posse gathered around in his lockeroom. The group seems to be have a good time; while celebrating Mannie's victory against Sang Real, well that was until...

*Knock Knock*

Alec quickly makes his presence known, as he snatches the individual into the room. Alec guzzles the person high above the air, thus causing the person to shake in fear.

Alec: What do you want?

Mannie tries to calm down his beast.

Mannie: Settle down Alec, settle down.

Alec drops the person; who is now revealed to be a roadie, right back to the floor. Mannie proceeds to walk over, to question the roadie's interruption.

Mannie: (Patting the roadie's back) Now isn't it lucky for you, that i'm in a good mood? (Smirking) Because if I wasn't Alec, would've disposed of you. However since I am in a good mood, I will give you the chance to explain, why you disrupted my celebration? So talk!

The Roadie does his best to explain why, while catching his breathe in the process.

Roadie: (Heaving) I'm sorry; but The GM had wanted to see you sir, and he once again requested that you arrive to his office alone.

Mannie: (Looking puzzled) What hell is wrong this guy? (Turning to his Posse) I can't even enjoy a freaking glass of Ciroc, without being hassled.

Mannie finishes the rest of his drink, before responding.

Mannie: Hey guys, I don't want you to stop on my behalf. So go ahead and keep partying, I will be back shortly.

Jacinta gets up from her seat, to give Mannie a big hug. The couple share a passionate kiss; just before Mannie walks out the door, along with the Roadie up the corridor.

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Live from commercial break, it’s a hive of activity. Techies running around frantically, workers working hard (or is it hardly working?), and there amongst it all is 'The Main Attraction' Young Mannie, who just came back from seeing the Asylum GM Jason Kash. Mannie however is alone, as he told was by Kash to leave his posse back in the lockeroom. So while making his way back down to there, Mannie calls out for his girlfriend, whom he couldn't wait to see.

Mannie: Jacinta?

However to the disappointment of Mannie, that his lady didn't respond back. So Mannie repeats himself once more.

Mannie: Baby...Where are you?

As Mannie reaches the lockeroom, he finds his door left opened. Mannie finds this very particular because he always keeps his lockeroom closed, thus Mannie already knew something was definitively wrong about situation. So Mannie wisely entered inside the room with precaution, all while calling out for his "Heavy" Alec Quartermain.

Mannie: ALEC...THIS ISN'T FUNNY!

Mannie only after securing the area, checks outside the room one more time. Mannie then proceeds to enter the shower room to the unveiling of not Jacinta, but a fully clothed Sally Talfourd...(I know right) yet she was still wearing a towel around her undried head. Sally struts right around a confused Mannie, as she goes back into his locker room, opening up his locker, edging open the bags with the toe of her boot. None too impressed, Mannie rushes in to all but corner Sally.

Mannie: What the hell are you doing inside of my lockeroom Talfourd?

Sally sports a dastardly smile.

Sally: Hello Mannie. (Waving) How are you?

Mannie: Don't play games with me Sally, where is Jacinta and Alec?

Sally winks her right eye at Mannie; which then causes him to lose his patience with Sally. Mannie firmly presses Sally against the wall as she can't help but laugh at him.

(Expressing a look of confusion) Mannie: You think this is funny?

(Laughing while securing his towel) Sally: I'm sorry Mannie but your just so cute when you get mad?

Sally squeezes the cheeks of Mannie, as he quickly although gently pulls her hands away. Mannie nevertheless stays persistent while keeping an look of sincerity towards her.

Sally: (Rolling her eyes) Okay...Don't say I didn't warn you Mannie. Well since you want to know so bad; then here it is, I had needed a place to shower and-

Mannie: What?

Sally: See what had happened was? ( I was in my own lockeroom at first taking a shower, but then for some odd reason the water wasn't hot enough. So I began to think to myself, who lockeroom could I bother to use for some hot water? And wouldn't know it, your name was the first one to pop up in my head. So I decided to dry myself off; and to go ask you in person but unfortunate for me Mannie, you were already gone. So what else was a girl to do but ask your "people" the same question? Yet as expected your baby wasn't too comfortable with the idea, so that's when she told me to...Well if you would excuse my french? (Exhaling) To F*** Off! Hence that's when I told her and Alec to disappear? (Smirking) And walah! They disappeared...But I'm sure there somewhere around here Mannie.

Mannie steps up closer to Sally again, this time right in her face. Sally, losing the smile, matches Mannie intensity and ferocity in stares.

Mannie: Listen here…

Sally: No, you listen Mannie! It’s about time you listen to someone else, other than those goobas that follow you around. You crossed a line last week, Mannie. You crossed a line that I was happy to not cross. Talk is talk. You took it to a whole new level. Why? Because you know you don’t have what it takes to go toe-to-toe with me in the ring. You come down and you blindside me. You attack me from behind. Like a coward.

Mannie gets tense, starts to make fists. Sally is unwavered.

Sally: If your whole aim was to get my attention, well buddy: You’ve got it. I’m watching you. Watching and waiting. Waiting for the perfect time to strike. Strike you and be done with you. You’re not worth two efforts, when one will certainly do. When the time is right … when something more is at stake than just your own “street cred” … I’ll be there.

Sally goes to walk out; but before she can Mannie grabs her arm, and snatches her back around to finish saying what he had to say.

Mannie: Watching me? Your watching me, nah Sally I've been watching you and it's about damn time that you finally noticed me. I was always a impact player, but overrated wrestlers like you; always seemed to try to keep me the out of the title picture. (Flexing) It doesn't matter anymore though, because it's my time now Sally and you can't stop me! I'm too hungry, too fast, too young, too smart, and too damn good for me to ever be held back by anybody...And especially never by someelike you Sally. So I just hope for your sake that Jacinta and Alec are alright, because if they aren't Sally...then I will personally make sure that you never walk, or let alone even wrestle ever again!

Sally yanks her arm away from him, before exiting the lockeroom. Thus leaving Mannie with much to think about, but before long Mannie flips over table in frustration.

Asylum cuts back out to the ring, where Interim General Manager Jason Kash is in the ring, dressed to wrestle.

Kash: How’s everybody doing tonight? Having a great time!?

The fans pop.

Kash: Good to hear! I’m having more fun than I would with a six pack of burritos and a port-a-potty! And the fun is about to continue, as I will be taking on a mystery opponent! I have no idea who will be walking through that curtain. I don’t know who it could be! For all I know, it could be Santa Clause himself! The reason I agreed to this match is to show that I am not like the prior General Manager of this fine program, Stefan Raab. I do not book myself in favorable conditions to help advance my own career. So I have signed a contract for this match, where my opponent is sight unseen! Let’s get this party started! Bring the bum out!

As Kash looks to the stage awaiting his opponent, Likin Park’s “Wretches and Kings” hits the speakers!



The fans boo and Kash’s face drops as Stefan Raab, Michael Jennings, Chris Madison, and Niobe Martin all enter the arena together.

Raab: Now I know that I said that I would never wrestle on this show again so long as you were General Manager, Jason Kash, but I never said that The Black Hand wouldn’t wrestle you! You see, Jason, I was able to settle with APW out of court for their treatment of me, by having them grant me this one match, Jason Kash versus The Black Hand, Four-on-One Handicap Match! Tonight, you will pay! HAHAHA![/color]

The Black Hand heads down the ramp in unison, as Kash motions for them to meet him in the ring! Madison is the first to reach the ring, and Kash charges at him, trying to nail him with a Running Knee, but Madison hops off the apron, dodging the move! As Madison has Kash distracted, the other three members of the Black Hand surround the ring, taunting and mocking Kash as his eyes dart back and forth between them!

Nailz: Jason Kash is not in a good spot right now, especially considering the War Games Match is a few short weeks away!

Beckett: If The Black Hand can do some damage on Kash here tonight, it will only help their chances in Tokyo!

All four members of the Black Hand toy with Kash, motioning that they’re going to enter the ring, but backing off as he commits to one of them. Finally, Raab slides into the ring, drawing Kash towards him and allowing Martin, Madison, and Jenning to all enter the ring and gang up on Kash, beating him down with clubbing blows and stomps! They have Kash down to one knee as he tries valiantly to fight back!

Beckett: I love it! They have Kash isolated, and they’re going to make him pay for it!

Nailz: This was a vile, dirty set-up all along!

The fans are booing loudly as The Black Hand continues to beat down Jason Kash, but the boos turn to cheers as Reaver, C.J. Gates, and Biggs come rushing from out of the back to even the odds!

Nailz: Here comes the calvary!

The Space Cowboys pair off against Michael Jennings and Chris Madison, while Reaver takes a hold of Niobe Martin and shoves her into the nearby corner! Kash begins to trade blows with Raab! There’s a fight going on in each corner as Biggs and Jennings duke it out, Madison and C.J. punch it out, Reaver and Martin participate in an almost comical slap fight, and Kash & Raab try to choke each other out! As the brawling continues, The Black Hand resorts to dirty tactics, with Jennings giving Biggs a lowblow right between the legs! He then pulls Biggs in for a DDT, and as the Spaceman is planted on the mat, Jennings rolls out of the ring, grabbing a Steel Chair! He tosses it into the ring before rummaging beneath the ring to grab a wooden baseball bat! Biggs is stirring a bit, but he gets a baseball bat shot to the ribs before Jennings tees up on the back of C.J.’s head! Gates crumbles into a hot mess, and Madison picks up the chair. Madison nails Reaver in the back of the head, while Jennings gives Kash a Bat Assisted Chop Block, bringing him down to one knee! The fans are pissed as The Black Hand continues to beat down Foul Play and The Space Cowboys!

Nailz: Is there any low The Black Hand won’t sink to?

Road Agents and refs begin to rush down to the ring, pulling The Black Hand away from their prey. The fans are still booing as The Black Hand is led up the ramp, with their opponents still laid out.

Beckett: At seemingly every turn, The Black Hand has been one step ahead of Foul Play and The Space Cowboys. If they can keep this up, then I fear we won’t really see that long of a War Games Match at One Night in Hell!

Nailz: This feud has gotten incredibly violent, borderline illegal! If I didn’t know any better, I’d guess that The Black Hand wanted to actually kill The Space Cowboys and Foul Play, that’s how bitter this has gotten!

Asylum cuts to its final commercial break.

[biggs]

APW Asylum comes back from commercial break, with the same video from last week playing again.



As the video comes to a close, text flashes across the screen.

BLADE RETURNS AT ONE NIGHT IN HELL!

BLADE RETURNS FOR THE EXTREME ELIMINATION CHAMBER!

Nailz: We now kow the final line-up for the Extreme Elimination Chamber for the APW Undisputed Championship! Terry Marvin or Aubrey J. Parker will be defending the belt against Young Mannie, Sally Talfourd, Shadow, and now Blade! What a match that's going to be!

The fans are electric as the announcement is made on the big screen, and they remained pumped as Adam Stenfelder announces that it's time for the Main Event!

Adam Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest, scheduled for one fall, is your main event… and it is for… The Action Packed Wrestling, UNDISPUTED CHAAAMPIONSHIIIIP!

There is a deafening ovation at this announcement and the camera fades away from the smiling Adam Stenfelder, toward the entranceway.

The haunting instruments and vocals of Foxygen's "In the Darkness" penetrate the arena through its sound system and the crowd erupts into a thunderous, negative reaction. The song rips through the PA system, 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 mysterious and unopened, leather black box she carries to ringside nearly religiously. She surveys the booing legions of fans with a thoughtful expression upon her face.

Stenfelder: Introducing first, the CHALLENGER… hailing from Pleasanton, California, weighing in at one hundred and thirty-one pounds, representing the New Sindicate, AUBREY J. PAAARRRRKEEERRRR!

Parker turns her attention toward the ring and struts all the way down the ramp, hopping up onto the apron, sliding across with one hand gliding across the middle rope and one pressed to her lips. Here, she would typically blow a kiss to the crowd-- but she stops and gives them a dismissive wave instead. 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 stoic expression, mouthing something at the masses that continue to boo and heckle her. She climbs down from the turnbuckles and leans in the corner, waiting for action as her music fades.

Stenfelder: And her opponent…

IT’S SHOWTIME

The Lights in the arena Dim as the fans get to their feet with loud cheers 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 cheers and praise at him loudly.

Stenfelder: Coming down to the ring now weighing in at 245 pounds and hailing from Las Vegas Nevada, the APW Undisputed Champion and 2013 Survive and Conquer Winner..... The Real Show… TERRY MAAAAARRVIIIIN!

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 cheers 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 to the referee and the music fades.

Nailz: This is the moment we’ve been waiting for all night. This is the moment both of these competitors have waited for since Shockwave. Tonight, Aubrey J. Parker gets a rematch for the APW Undisputed Championship!

Beckett: Tonight, we’re crowning a new Undisputed Champion for the first time in almost fourteen months!

Nailz: The Undisputed Champion has NEVER changed hands on Sunday Night Asylum! Aubrey J. Parker is the FIRST person in APW history to get TWO one-on-one title matches against Terry Marvin! She’s looking to make history tonight!

Beckett: She will! Look at her! She’s ready!

Nailz: But how do you prepare for Terry Marvin? How?

The referee displays the Undisputed Championship to each side of the audience before handing it to the timekeeper. With Terry and AJP in opposite corners, glaring at one another, he checks each of them for weapons-- though Parker mutters insults and obscenities to the official the entire time that she is being frisked.

Beckett: And the ref is signaling for the bell! We’ve been green-lit!

The bell is rung!

Main Event - APW Undisputed Championship
Terry Marvin © vs Aubrey J. Parker

The audience roars as the two slowly make their way toward each other in the center of the ring. Terry is mouthing off at Parker, who looks up at him with what we can best describe as a blank expression. For a few seconds, though the cameras can’t quite pick it up, Aubrey stares at Terry as he speaks to her, quickly, but quietly.

Nailz: Aubrey has already lost the support of Logan Alexander. He’s gone. Christian Kane is gone. And just tonight, Tyler Harrison left her to join the ranks of the Unforgiven. And now this. Terry Marvin stated yesterday that he and Aubrey J. Parker are not friends. And now--

Beckett: And now all she has is the idea of that Undisputed Championship. She has nothing else to lose!

Terry finally finishes speaking and takes a step back from Aubrey-- before motioning for him to hit her.

Nailz: I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.

Beckett: A free shot at the champ? Who would pass it up?

The crowd grows louder and Terry motions for Aubrey to strike-- and suddenly, she blasts him with a Super Kick! The crowd grows loud and Terry is groggy, but Aubrey rushes him as he teeters and shoves him to the ground, hooking an arm around his leg for a Schoolboy!

Nailz: Whoa, whoa--!

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Nailz: OH MY GOD! She almost got him! Terry Marvin was less-- he-- he had to a millisecond away from losing the Undisputed Title!

Beckett: It’s on now!

Marvin pops out of the move and up to his feet. Aubrey runs at him and Marv shoots for a Lariat, but AJP hits the ropes and comes back, driving Marv to the ground with a One-Handed Bulldog! She quickly gets to her feet again and shoots the ropes, this time coming back with a vicious running Dropkick that takes the champion head-over-heels! Marv staggers back toward Parker, into a kick to the gut. Parker signals for the Corkscrew Neckbreaker-- but Marv twists out of the predicament and maneuvers behind Aubrey, dropping her to the mat with the Edge-O-Matic! He reaches forward, quickly hooking one of her legs!

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Nailz: She’s been fighting and clawing for that championship all year! It’ll take more than that to keep her down!

Beckett: I’m tellin’ you, we’re gonna have a new Undisputed Champion tonight.

Parker and Terry fight all the way to their feet, with Aubrey in a front facelock, throwing forearms and fists into Terry’s body, but he takes her to the mat with a Suplex. He floats over and lifts her up, nailing a second Vertical Suplex. Terry rolls toward the turnbuckles and ascends to the second rope. Aubrey is still stunned on the mat-- and Terry leaps off going for a Leg Drop!

Nailz: He might crush his partner’s neck here!

Aubrey rolls out of the way just in time to a mixed reaction from the audience. Terry ascends to his feet with a look of bitterness on his face, but he’s unable to stop a Shining Axe Kick from Parker that takes him face-first to the mat! Parker quickly wraps her legs around Terry’s neck, pulling his arm backwards into an Armbar and leaning backwards! The crowd roars at the familiar, but nameless submission maneuver and Terry groans in agony!

Nailz: Well, it looks like AJP may have taken a page from Sally’s book! Looks like a seated version of the Chip on the Shoulder, and that might just be a part of the mind games heading into One Night in Hell!

Beckett: Forget the mind games-- look at the ring! Terry might have to tap!

Terry slowly, but surely crawls across the ring and makes it to the bottom rope with his free arm. The referee counts until four, where Aubrey finally breaks the hold-- but she forces Terry to his knees by a handful of hair, taking him right to the mat with a Snap DDT! Terry bounces onto his back and Parker goes out to the apron, waiting, staring at Terry as he climbs to his feet-- and she springboads to the top rope, taking him to the mat with a Flying Leg Lariat!

Nailz: Wow! A perfect shot!

Beckett: And a cover!

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Nailz: But we don’t have a new champion just yet!

Parker sits on her knees and glares down at Terry-- and with anger, with evident frustration, she forces him up by the hair once more, this time from behind. She hooks Terry’s leg with her own and takes him to the mat for a Rolling Russian Leg Sweep-- but as they rise back to their feet, she takes him to the mat with a Front Russian Leg Sweep! Terry is driven to the canvas and AJP keeps a hand pressed on his head, shoving his face into the mat as she looks out into the booing Singaporean audience! Aubrey rises to her feet, walking to the ropes, looking out into the masses-- the very action only causing them to boo louder.

Beckett: These people just don’t want to see a strong woman succeed!

Nailz: Oh, knock it off…

Aubrey watches as Terry climbs to his knees. Still, staring at him, she runs forward and delivers a Calf Kick! Terry falls onto his back and Aubrey hooks both legs.

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Nailz: And another kickout after another vicious shot!

Aubrey guides Terry toward his feet, backing him against the ropes. She goes for an Irish Whip, but Terry reverses it! Aubrey rebounds and Terry plants her with a Back Body Drop! The crowd roars at the show of offense and Aubrey groggily climbs to her feet, but Terry finds another burst of energy and takes her to the mat with a Clothesline! He goes out to the apron and ascends to the top rope while Parker climbs to her feet… And Terry leaps off for a Flying Lariat!

Beckett: Counter!

Aubrey leaps into the air and hits a high-angle Dropkick that takes Terry straight to his back! Aubrey crawls to the ropes and pulls herself to her feet, shooting a small smirk back at Terry.

Nailz: Aubrey J. Parker has been in control of this match since Terry missed that Leg Drop earlier! The champ hasn’t been able to get back in this!

Terry is up to his knees and then up to his feet. Aubrey charges him, leaping up onto his shoulders, going for a Hurricanrana, but Terry captures her! He shakily makes his way to the corner, and drives Aubrey back-first into the turnbuckles with a modified Powerbomb! The crowd goes into a frenzy at the maneuver and Terry catches his breath, hovering over Aubrey, surveying the damage. He pulls her up to her feet from behind and rocks her with a vicious German Suplex into a bridged pin! The referee slides in to make the count!

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Aubrey rolls up to her feet, out of the pin, but the damage is done. Terry nails a running back elbow that knocks her into the corner. He backs up toward the middle of the ring and then sprints forward, nailing a Spinning Heel Kick! AJP’s head snaps back, hitting the top turnbuckle from the impact. Terry waits for her to stagger forward and drives her to the canvas with a Side Effect! Parker cries out in pain and tries to roll away from Terry, but he grabs at her, grabbing her first by her top, then by her hair, forcing her to the ground where he hooks both legs for a cover!

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Beckett: This morning, Parker went on the record to say that Terry Marvin was desperate, and do you think we’re seeing that side of the Undisputed Champion here, Russ?

Nailz: I think that to an extent, as a champion in this industry, you’re always desperate. Nobody wants to lose the big one. Aubrey J. Parker knows Terry Marvin better than almost anybody in APW. He knows that, and his guard has to be up!

Terry yells for the crowd to get behind him as he paces to and fro, waiting for Parker to climb to her feet. When she does, he grabs her for a double-underhook, looking for the Whiplash-- but Aubrey drops to her knees and takes Terry down with a kneeling Fireman’s Carry Takeover! Terry is back up to his feet within seconds, but Aubrey takes him against the ropes, and over the top, to the apron with a running high knee! The crowd groans in sympathy as Terry lands on his back on the outside of the ring. Parker measures the distance between her and the champ… and she sprints to the opposite side of the ring, shooting the ropes, and coming back hoping to smash into Terry with a Suicide Dive!

...But Terry side-steps, guiding Aubrey head-first into the top of the barricade! The crowd goes into a frenzy once more and Parker lies limp with her face resting against the barricade. Terry yells for the fans to move and he captures AJP in a rear-waistlock, turning their backs to the barricade.

Nailz: This isn’t looking good for Aubrey J. Parker! She’s about to get launched right into that concrete!

Terry launches Parker over the barricade with a Release German Suplex! Parker lands stomach-and-sternum first acros the now-vacated folding chairs in the front row and falls to the concrete, gasping for air.

Nailz: GOOD LORD!

Beckett: Well, that’s a good way to ruin a friendship!

The referee begins to administer his ten count, yelling for Terry to get inside the ring. Terry slowly backs away from the barricade, up onto the apron, and slides into the ring as the ref begins to count.

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Beckett: I don’t think Aubrey’s getting back up. I think Terry Marvin might walk away from this with a count-out victory.

At the count of “eight!” Terry slides out of the ring again, forcing the referee to (frustratedly) restart his count. Terry walks over to the barricade and leans over to catch a glance at Parker, but she kicks one of the steel folding chairs upward, into his face! The crowd roars and Terry throws a hand over his face, hunching over. Parker leaps over the barricade and nails a Sunset Flip Bomb on Terry on the outside! The audience explodes and both competitors lie motionless on the outside of the ring. Terry groans in agony, holding his back, while Parker seems to have difficulty figuring out where she is. She pulls herself up, using the cloth from the ring apron, and rolls into the ring. Marvin follows behind, seconds later, reaching blindly for Parker, but she’s able to rise to her feet first. She stings Marv with hard, vicious kicks to the chest and sternum! Marvin falls against the ropes and breathes heavily, watching groggily as Parker measures him, and then goes for another kick to his jaw-- but he captures her leg and pulls her forward into a Capture Suplex, but launches her over the ropes once more!

Nailz: No!

Beckett: He’s trying to kill her!

Aubrey J. Parker crashes to the apron and falls to the floor. She lies motionless on the outside and Terry rubs his eyes, looking up into the rafters. He rolls out of the ring again, slowly lifting AJP up, and rolling her beneath the bottom rope, hooking the far leg.

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Terry Marvin rises to his knees, and without remorse, throws hard forearms into the skull, face, and head of Aubrey J. Parker! This garners a loud, generally mixed reaction from the Singaporean audience. Terry forces Aubrey up by the arm and Irish Whips her across the ring. Aubrey rebounds, right into a Big Boot! The shot takes her to the ground and Terry signals for the end to the audience.

Nailz: It’s over. Aubrey J. Parker has just been maimed by our Undisputed Champion…

Beckett: I don’t wanna look!

Terry lifts Aubrey J. Parker up, but he doesn’t hesitate this time. He plants her with the spinning, elevated Double-Arm DDT… Whiplash! Parker’s head bounces off of the canvas and Terry rolls her onto her back, hooking the far leg, glaring at the referee as the ref makes the count.

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Nailz: No way!

Terry sits upright and buries his face in his hands again, shaking his head. He gives Parker a look that illustrates sadness. For a few moments, he sits there, frozen in silence, staring at his fallen opponent. With a grunt and a look of anger, however, Terry forces Aubrey to her feet. He grabs a fistful of hair and whispers into her ear before grabbing a hold of arm, reaching for the second, going for another Whiplash-- but Parker counters with a single, stiff European Uppercut! She collapses as Terry lets her go, but the Undisputed Champion is merely stunned-- not grounded. He goes to pull her up again, but Parker counters into an Inside Cradle!

Beckett: NEW CHAMPION!

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Nailz: The referee says it was two!

Beckett: I’d like to argue that.

Terry and Aubrey roll away from each other, but Terry seems to quickly understand his predicament! He runs at Parker, going for a step-up Enzuigiri, but Parker ducks down out of the way! Terry hits the mat, and Parker runs at him, using his back as a launching pad to leap into the air and come back down with a single stomp to the back of his head, driving his jaw into the canvas! The crowd roars at the maneuver and Parker backs into the corner, motioning, anxiously for the champion to get up.

Terry groggily and slowly climbs up to a vertical base, and Parker sprints at him, hitting a Shining Wizard, transitioning it beautifully into a Hurricanrana pin! Terry fights viciously to get out of it, but Parker holds him down!

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Nailz: And Terry Marvin kicks out of the Hurricanwizard! Aubrey’s won championships with that move! She’s put people to sleep with it, and Terry pushed her off like she was nothing!

Terry shakily gets to his feet, but only a moment later, Parker charges at him again, leaping into the air for her Reverse, Snap STO-- but Terry counters into vicious STO Backbreaker! The crowd roars and Parker rolls back up to her knees, where Terry delivers a hard Big Boot between the eyes! The shot takes Parker to her back and Terry staggers to the turnbuckles. He ascends to the top rope and looks around at the audience with an unsteady look on his face… And leaps from the top, delivering a Corkscrew Moonsault! The audience explodes and Parker rolls onto her side, breathing heavily, clutching her ribs from the maneuver. As our cameras switch angles, we see that blood is running from Parker’s nose and mouth, courtesy of the second Big Boot!

Beckett: Aubrey J. Parker is busted open. That bastard, Terry!

Nailz: There is no friendship here in this main event! Everything goes! Nothing is off-bounds! But Terry can’t capitalize! The damage has taken its toll, and Terry NEEDS to make this cover!

Terry slowly, slowly crawls over to Parker and rolls her up, stacking her up for a pin, placing all of his body weight on top of her.

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Beckett: And she survives! GO, JESUS, GO!

Nailz: Just a few days ago in Las Vegas, the New Sindicate had an amazing showing. We saw Aubrey J. Parker emerge victorious over Aurora Jansen in a match that stemmed from Survive & Conquer! We saw Terry Marvin defeat David Cyclone! But those matches have taken their toll on these two! You saw it early-on, they’re hurting. But this championship means the world to them!

Beckett: Aubrey’s got it in the bag. She just needs to blind him with science or something!

Terry Marvin rises to his feet and observes Parker. He stalks her, waiting for her to get up. Parker gets to her feet and Terry charges her, hitting a Facebuster, followed by locking her in the Gogoplata Chokehold!

Nailz: PERFORMANCE ANXIETY!

The crowd roars as Parker, at first, flails wildly, stuck in the center of the ring. She tries to drag Terry, but has difficulty moving the man that outweighs her by over a hundred pounds! Aubrey begins growing pale as she’s caught in the hold and Terry wrenches it, throwing himself back and forth. He yells for Parker to ”TAP OUT!” and Parker grunts in pain. She spits blood onto the chest, and the chin of Terry Marvin, but he maintains his grip.

Beckett: He’s gonna kill her! Go stop him, Russ!

Nailz: What? No-- all she has to do is tap! We might see Terry Marvin’s reign stretch on just a little longer!

Aubrey climbs, and crawls. She looks to be in bad condition, but steadily, grunting, knuckling her way across the canvas, she reaches the ropes and reaches out, grabbing the bottom. The crowd responds with a loud, mixed reaction. Terry releases the hold as the referee tugs at his arms. He lies on his back, looking up into the rafters again.

Nailz: Aubrey J. Parker won’t say die! Not here in Singapore!

Terry sits up, nodding to himself, as if he’s aware of what he has to do. He goes to pick Parker up, and she seems to be out on her feet, but as Terry positions her for the Whiplash, for a third time, Aubrey shoves him back and hits a high roundhouse kick to the temple! Terry turns, falling on top of the referee, knocking both of them to the ground! The referee holds his head in pain and tries to push the limp Terry off of him… But Aubrey J. Parker makes her way to the corner, crawling toward the turnbuckles. She begins to pull away at the middle turnbuckle pad…

Nailz: What is she doing?!

...but the cameras pan back toward Terry and the referee! The referee finally gets Terry off of him, but Terry is already stirring. He turns around-- right into a running Swinging Neckbreaker from Parker! AJP makes the cover, hooking the near leg!

Beckett: That came out of nowhere!

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Terry sits upright, as if waking up in shock. Aubrey’s mouth, lips, and chin are soaked in blood at this point. Terry moves away from Parker and Aubrey rises to her feet, timidly creeping closer to him, until finding the perfect opening to rush forward and nail a Tornado DDT! The crowd roars at the display of athleticism and Parker, once more, signals for the end. She remains calm, and remains collected as she has throughout the match, and once Terry finally gets to his feet, Parker rushes forward, leaping up for the Makeunder--

--but Terry grabs a hold of the bottom rope, and Parker hits the mat, back-first! She groans in pain and Terry grabs her legs, flipping over her for a Jackknife pin!

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Beckett: She’s up! She’s out of the pinning predicament!

Nailz: And she’s running away!

Aubrey crawls toward the corner and seems to be ready to slide out of the ring beneath the bottom rope, but Terry grabs her by the leg and drags her back! He forces her up toward her feet by the hair and tries to hook her for the Whiplash DDT one more-- but Parker steps behind his leg, wrapping an arm around his neck, and throws herself backwards for a Downward Spiral that sends Terry Marvin jaw-first into the middle turnbuckle!

Nailz: That turnbuckle is exposed! AJP is exposed than turnbuckle!

Beckett: No way. She was fixing it. She just… didn’t do so hot of a job!

The crowd boos loudly as Terry lies on the ground in pain, shaking his head. The referee looks at the exposed steel turnbuckle with shock and confusion.

Nailz: He can’t disqualify anybody! He never saw Parker expose the turnbuckle!

With Terry lying on his back, Aubrey rolls to the outside. She slowly, shakily climbs to the top turnbuckle. She stands at the top, looking down at Terry Marvin with wide eyes. Aubrey flies from the top rope, performing a gainer in the air and landing with a knee across the skull of the Undisputed Champion!

Beckett: SUSPIRIA!

Nailz: No! This can’t be how four-hundred and eight days comes to an end!

Parker hooks Terry’s far leg and grapevines the near one as the crowd begins to count along!

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Beckett: OH MY GOD! I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU!

Nailz: What just happened?!

The bell rings, “In the Darkness” hits the PA system and Aubrey J. Parker slowly rolls off of Terry Marvin, pulling herself into a seated position in the corner.

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen… Your winner… And the NEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW ACTION PACKED WRESTLING UNDISPUTED CHAMPION… AUBREY J. PAAARRRKEEERRRR!

Parker is presented with the championship, but she sits in the corner, staring at Terry. The referee tries to raise her hand, but Aubrey reacts as dead weight. She allows her hand to fall to the mat, but just stares, watching the unconscious Terry Marvin, as the ringside doctor and another referee rush into the ring to check on his wellbeing.

Nailz: Terry Marvin might be concussed.

Beckett: SO WHAT?! WE HAVE A NEW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION!

Nailz: He hasn’t moved, Steve. Terry Marvin hasn’t moved a muscle since his head hit that turnbuckle.

The referee finally returns Parker’s mysterious black box to her. She sits it down at her side, gently, and then, to the dismay of the crowd, the referee holds the title in the air, pointing down at Aubrey to signify the new champion. He lowers the belt across her shoulder, and turns to assist the other two officials in checking on Terry.

Beckett: What happens now?! My God-- Russ, what do we do?!

Nailz: I don’t know, Steve… I don’t know.

As our cameras fade out, Aubrey hugs the Undisputed Championship to her chest and through the blood that runs her down face, she smirks, ever so slightly at her former partner.