APW Asylum 10/13-Beijing, China

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Fireworks erupt from the stage as Ida Maria’s “Bad Karma” blares over the speakers. The fans are on their feet, chanting and cheering as the camera pans the crowd.

Nailz: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the last Asylum before One Night in Hell! And I’ll tell you what, just two weeks out from the pay per view, and we have ourselves a pay per view worthy card here tonight in Beijing!

Beckett: You’re darn skippy we do! We have a huge Eight-Man Tag Match between The Dying Breed & NewGen Rising taking on The Unforgiven and Sang Real! That should be an exciting contest!

Nailz: Also, we have a Best Two-Out-of-Three Series between The Black Hand and Foul Play & The Space Cowboys, where the two teams will clash in three separate matches, and whomever wins two gets the advantage going into the War Games Match at One Night in Hell! We’ll see Foul Play take on Chris Madison & Niobe Martin, then C.J. Gates take on Stefan Raab, and finally, Biggs versus Michael Jennings in a Shockwave rematch for all the marbles!

Beckett: Well that assumes that The Black Hand doesn’t win the first two matches! Still, Biggs versus Jennings will happen no matter what the outcome of the first two matches!

Nailz: And in a preview of the Extreme Elimination Chamber, Shadow, Young Mannie, and Sally Talfourd square off in a Triple Threat Match!

Beckett: And in our Main Event, after ending Terry Marvin’s historic Undisputed Championship reign last Sunday, the new APW Undisputed Champ Aubrey J. Parker has to turn right around and defend the belt against the man she won it from! Whoever wins this match walks into One Night in Hell and the Extreme Elimination Chamber the new APW Undisputed Champion!

I'm stuck in your head
I'm back from the dead
Got you running scared
I'm fearless

::The arena explodes in deafening cheers. AMY ZING flashes across the screen as “Fearless” by Olivia Holt. Various shots of Amy standing in the ring are shown. The final shot is of Amy bent over, and then rising, arms wide and pointing to the sides. As this shot is taken, the camera spins around, showing her from all angles, stopping to face her when she poses.::

Ready for a showdown
And we're face to face
I think I'll rearrange
It put you into place
You don't get the best of me
Check it you're afraid of me

::Amy Zing comes running out of the entrance way. She runs to one end of the entrance stage, then to the other. She then walks to the middle and bends over with her fingers touching the ground. She rises, spreading her arms out and pointing to the fans. She brings her hands together then breaks them apart. She walks down to the ring slaping hands with the fans on both sides of the barricade as she does.::

Ready for a showdown
And we're face to face
I think I'll rearrange
It put you into place
You don't get the best of me
Check it you're afraid of me

::Standing in front of the ring, Amy leapfrogs onto the apron. She slingshots herself into the ring and runs r to the corner. Amy pulls herself up to the turnbuckle, spreading her arms out to the sides, pointing to the crowd. Slowly, she brings them together. Once her hands touch, Amy takes the title off her waist and holds it high above her head..::

I'm calling you out
I'm taking you down
But don't you come around
I'm fearless
I'm fearless
I'm fearless

::Holding the title to her, Amy suddenly backflips off the turnbuckle, landing in the ring. She shoulders the title belt. She thrusts the title back into the air. Amy shoulders the title and takes a mic from ringside. She waits for the crowd to die down, smiling as a “Welcome home!” chant begins in Chinese.::

Amy [In Chinese]: “Did you really think I would let APW come to the country I was born in without me? That wasn’t going to happen!”

The crowd erupts in cheers.

Amy [In Chinese]: “I want to thank Jason Kash for inviting me here to Asylum. It has been great to be back in China and I thank you all for the warm welcome. I hope I have made you proud and I hope to continue to do so by retaining the North American Championship at One Night in Hell!”

“The Hong Kong Sensation” thrusts the title into the air to the cheers of the crowd.

Amy [In Chinese]: “So let’s get this started!”


Amy waves to the crowd, smiling from ear to ear before she disappears to the back.

Nailz: Looks like we have ourselves a Guest Host for Asylum tonight! And you know what, I like it! Good for Amy to be able to host Asylum in front of her home country fans!

Beckett: *grumbling* I can barely stand Amy Zing's peppiness on Overdrive, where I don't have to see her in person! The fact that she's on Asylum tonight, well, it's going to make tonight a long night!

Our camera focuses on Adam Stenfelder who stands in the center of the ring with a smile on his face.

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen… At this time… Please welcome your NEWWWWW APW Undisputed Champion, Aubrey J. Parker!

Beijing rises to their feet, with several in the audience booing, though a vocal minority of the audience roar in appoval as Foxygen’s “In the Darkness” hits the PA system. Purple strobes dance throughout the arena and our cameras focus at the top of the ramp for several seconds before the Undisputed Champion finally steps through the entrance and onto the stage, placing a hand on the Undisputed Title belt, wrapped around her waist. She looks out into the Chinese crowd with an indistinguishable look on her face before beginning her descent toward the ring. Our cameras quickly turn to our announce team.

Nailz: And by hook or by crook, Aubrey J. Parker ended the four-hundred-and-eight day Undisputed Championship reign of Terry Marvin. As the summer came to a close-- well-- so did the second Summer of Marvin.

Beckett: Haha, welcome to the autumn, Russ! But look at our champ! She looks phenomenal! She’s gotta be in better condition than Marv going into tonight’s main event. He’s just getting over a concussion!

Nailz: Rumor backstage is, we didn’t know until this morning whether Terry would be medically cleared to compete or not!

Beckett: He’s the kind of idiot that would wrestle without clearance. I don’t think a concussion would stop him from showing up for his rematch tonight in Beijing.

The cameras return to the ring where AJP retrieves a microphone from Adam Stenfelder, who then exits the ring. Her music fades and she raises the microphone to her lips, looking out into the audience.

AJP: Tonight, I stand before you in day seven of my Undisputed Championship reign.

This provokes a chorus of boos from the audience, only intensified as Parker removes the Undisputed Title from around her waist and raises it into the air.

AJP: And that number, is more important than four-hundred-and-eight. That number could be the end of it. Tonight… tonight I could lose the Undisputed Championship to Terry Marvin right here in Beijing.

This, however, earns a chorus of cheers from the audience. Parker rolls her eyes and waits for them to die down.

AJP: And you know-- a lot of fans out there showed me a lot of support over the past two weeks, and I appreciated that. A lot of you here in Beijing actually met me at the airport with signs and flowers and all this stuff… and I appreciated it…

The fans seem unsure of how to react to this, though a few whistle and cheer at her words.

AJP: ...but then I realized, crap, I’m still stuck here in China, and then my whole mood was ruined. I could’ve been anywhere else in the world, but instead I have to perform in front of a bunch of pretentious, judgmental, commie douchebags who booed me out of every arena in my career without ever giving me a chance-- and you people don’t DESERVE to see Marvin versus Parker part three. You haven’t EARNED THAT!

Nailz: Oh, for the love of…

Beckett: Haha, she’s right!

The Chinese audience boos Aubrey wholeheartedly, with a series of chants, presumably in Chinese being hurled at her. As the crowd reaches a near-deafening level, she raises the Undisputed Championship into the air, once again.

AJP: As long as I have this, anything you people say to me is irrelevant. And no-- there’s not going to be any celebration tonight. Not in Beijing of all places. God, no. Instead, I’m going to celebrate by WINNING. And I’m going to WIN as quickly as I can, as to not waste my talents on Chinese soil. By the way-- I’m pleased to see that you’re all drinking Coke products, out of cups with my face on them. Thank you for your contributions.

Aubrey takes a bow, and stands up, narrowly dodging a cup of soda that is hurled her way from the crowd. She angles her head slightly and smirks.

AJP: That’s cute. Have fun in the parking lot, jackass.

As security escorts the rowdy teenage fan from the arena, Aubrey sighs and waits for the audience to simmer down once more.

AJP: I wanna talk about the Extreme Elimination Chamber.

I want to talk about this idea that people like Sally Talfourd, Young Mannie, Shadow, and Blade deserve a shot at THIS championship. I mean, what the hell have they done lately? When’s the last time Sally Talfourd did something impressive on Sunday Night Asylum? I mean, sure, she came back and she damn-near beat me in her return match, but where’d that get her? How’d she capitalize? WHY is SHE worthy of an Undisputed Title match?

And Mannie? Mannie never should have had a shot at this title in the first place. Mannie gained recognition by throwing block parties and posing in a magazine. He’s the poor man’s Amy Zing and now suddenly, because he and Sally Talfourd can’t seem to keep their hands off of each other, he’s been mistaken as a must-see talent. WHAT HAPPENED? And… Mannie did a damned good job at taking Terry Marvin to the limit four weeks ago, but just like Sally, he didn’t capitalize. He’s not worthy.

And Shadow! Shadow, wherever you are back, there, I’m actually GLAD you’re in this match, because I would love the chance to impact your cranium with a folding chair just one more time, except this time, I won’t stop. THEN I won’t have to watch you, just staring at me out of the corner of your eye every time I walk by-- I can just be done with you. We can ALL be done with you. You can take your charity Hall of Fame ring, go home, and retire… like Blade should’ve…

The name “Blade” provokes a pop from the audience. Parker grins.

AJP: Blade’s been gone for nearly a year and a half, and… and now, all of a sudden, he gets to come back at one of the biggest events of the year and fight for a championship that I damn-near had to kill for? Somebody tell me-- who the hell is Blade? What makes him so special? HOW IS IT FAIR?

As Beijing boos, Parker hugs the Undisputed Title close to herself, as if shielding it from the hostility of the audience.

AJP: After tonight… after I beat your hero, Terry Marvin, just as badly as I beat him last week, it’ll become painfully obvious that there is no one deserving of competing for the APW Undisputed Championship. There’s no one on this show that can--

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 a half-smirk on his face.

Nailz: Listen to this crowd!

Beckett: What’s he doing out here?! This isn’t his space! The rematch isn’t until tonight!

Aubrey backs up toward the ropes as Marv walks down to the ring. He climbs up the steps and pauses on the apron to look out toward the roaring audience, before stepping into the ring, retrieving a microphone from his pocket. His music fades and Terry soaks in a loud ”TERRY!” chant before addressing Aubrey J. Parker.

Terry Marvin: First and foremost…

He extends his right hand toward Parker, and the crowd immediately releases a mixed reaction. AJP stares at his hand, for what has to be upwards of ten seconds, while Terry calmly and quietly urges her to accept it. Finally, AJP extends her hand as well and Terry gives her a firm handshake. He pulls his hand back and shrugs.

Terry Marvin: I harbor no ill will toward you, Aubrey. I was wrong for what I said to you last week, and whether you accepted my apology or not, I tried. I tried to apologize to you and let bygones be bygones, but surely you understand… tonight, there’s no friendship. There’s no forgiveness. It’s just me, hunting you, and taking back my Undisputed Championship. I’m not leaving APW without it.

AJP: Oh, really? Well, I guess this is why the New Sindicate isn’t working out, isn’t it? We always seem to have these extreme differences in opinion.

Terry Marvin: Yeah. Mine tend to be realistic, while yours are borderline delusional.

Aubrey narrows her eyes, glaring at Terry while the crowd cheers at his statement.

AJP: Delusional? I’m the Undisputed-!

Terry Marvin: You won the Undisputed Title. That’s great. I hate to say it, but you’re not the first, and you’re not the last to win it. Can you keep it? Or are you going to do what people like Michael Callahan and Keaton Saint did when the pressure got to them? Can you HOLD ONTO IT, Aubrey? Do you have that in you?

AJP: Yes.

Terry Marvin: Then--

Shadow: Aww do us all a favor and shut the hell up... both of you.

The crowd roars as Shadow's voice cuts through the stadium. His face appears on the big screen, standing in the back wearing his black logo shirt and sunglasses.

Shadow: Why the hell do I have to sit here and listen to either of you? All this bickering about who should be champion. Does that belt make you feel special Parker; does it give your pathetic life meaning? What about you Terry, you can't stand the fact someone actually beat you? I was hoping to do the honor myself at One Night in Hell. Oh well. I guess I can finish you off there. As for you Parker, you want make the Chamber personal? That's fine, you know what I hope? I hope I'm in there before you. I'll wait for you.

AJP: Do what you have to do, Shadow, but it's not gonna change anything. Like every other miserable defeat in your career, this is just going to be another possible learning experience that you JUST WON'T learn from. You'll come at me again, months, weeks, days down the road, but the outcome is gonna be the same. I'll always be better than you. You'll always be a *censored*, and for THAT, it's always gonna be personal.

The crowd grows loud at the comments, though many boo the Undisputed Champion. The whole time Shadow keep glancing at his watch. Suddenly Shadow cuts everyone off, as Terry is about to raise the microphone to his lips again.

Shadow: Jesus Christmas, do you ever stop talking? You want to know why I'm on the Titantron? Like I really trust any of you assholes. Every time someone gets the chance they beat me with a steel chair: First there was that asshole Jake Titan, then Leon Roberts, followed by you Parker, and of course your fallen bodyguard. You think I'm really that stupid to walk out there? Hell no.

There is a brief pause. Shadow smiles as the stadium begins the chant for Shadow. Parker shuts them down quick.

AJP: I don't see any steel chairs out here NOW, do you?

Terry Marvin: Coast looks clear to me.

Terry, leaning casually against the ropes looks with a smirk between Parker and the Tron, which shows Shadow's face.

AJP: So, although I would suggest that you bring your tired ass out here, I think it might serve you better-- medically, y'know-- to just stay back there, and save yourself until either Sally, or Mannie and company put you down a little later tonight.

Another short pause as Shadow glances down at his watch.

Shadow: Are you done yet? You know what, if by some chance you do defeat Terry Marvin tonight, it won't mean anything. Not after I'm done with you tonight...

Parker scoffs.

AJP: You can't touch me.

Shadow: ... you don't think I can do it. That's where you're wrong, Parker. Because I AM smarter than you. I know you well enough to time you with a prerecorded promo...

The crowd begins to cheer.

Shadow...you stupid bitch. So while you've been thinking I was backstage. The truth is, I'm actually... right behind you.

WHAM!

Parker hits the mat as Shadow nails her from behind with a clothesline across the shoulders. She tries to pop up but Shadow grabs her by the back of her clothes and whips her up into the air and slams her forward into mat. Shadow drives down an elbow across the lower back.

Beckett: Where did he come from?

Nailz: He's dressed like security. Shadow has been out here since the start of the show. He was waiting for her.

Beckett: This is assault! This is on fair! This is supposed to be Parker's time!

Nailz: And Terry Marvin isn't doing a thing to help!

Shadow stands up as the Undisputed Champion struggles to push herself off the mat. Shadow raises his foot high as he looks out toward the former champion. Then Shadow drives his foot down on Parker's head. He puts his foot on the back of her neck as he leans down and snatches up her microphone, and the Beijing crowd continues to scream in approval.

Shadow: I've been waiting for this for really long time. But you know what. I got a better way to make you suffer. Last year, just before One Night in Hell, you handed me a title you recently stole from someone. I'm thinking why can't history repeat itself.

Without taking one eye off Terry Shadow reaches down and grabs the Undisputed Championship. Parker's fingers clutch the belt but Shadow rips it away.

Shadow: Now you have really nothing to lose Parker.

He steps off her and starts to leave. The champion tries to get up but Shadow spins around and nails her in the face with the championship! Parker hits the mat, motionless.

Beckett: She's defenseless! This is your hero?!

Nailz: ...well, a lot of people would argue that with everything Parker has done over the past few months, she had this coming!

Shadow looks up at Terry Marvin with the belt in hand. Shadow points at the former champion and then to the belt. He raises his arm high as Parker lays motionless. Then Shadow takes the belt and leaves the ring and hops the barricade in victory. He parades though the crowd with the Undisputed Championship and heads toward the back, while Terry stands in the center of the ring, hands on his hips, standing next to the unconscious Aubrey J. Parker, watching as Shadow moves farther and farther from the ring through the crowd.

Beckett: Shadow just stole the Undisputed Championship! He can't do this!

Nailz: He just did! What does that mean for tonight's Main Event?

Terry kneels down and pokes and prods at Parker for a few seconds, but she doesn't wake up. He shakes his head and drops down, rolling out of the ring, slapping hands with the fans at ringside as he leaves his unconscious, former stablemate lying in the ring and makes his way up the ramp.

Beckett: What a bad friend!

Nailz: They're not friends, remember? They're opponents, tonight in our main event, and in two weeks inside the Elimination Chamber at One Night in Hell!

We fade to black as Terry vanishes behind the curtains.

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Asylum's feed cuts to the backstage area where inside a locker room Chris Madison and Niobe sit in steel chairs, stoically silent. Madison is adjusting his hand wraps when he pauses and looks across at Niobe who's leant over lacing up her boots. She lifts her head up as if she could feel Chris's eyes burning a hole into her head.

Martin: Ok, let's hear it Chris…

Madison smirked.

Madison: Was it that obvious that I had something on my mind?

Niobe nodded her head awaiting Chris to speak his mind.

Madison: I just want to make sure we're good. I mean can we really just overlook what happened in Moscow?

Martin: If you're eluding to the fact that you won the APW Overdrive championship, there's nothing to talk about. We all put the Black Hand aside for the night and you won. There's no hard feelings here.

Madison shook his head, disagreeing with Niobe. Madison looked down at his hands and finished his wraps.

Madison: I was talking about Tommy leaving us…

Madison struck a chord with Niobe. She looked back down at her boots and finished lacing them up.

Martin: It is what it is…

Madison: I just want to make sure you don't blame me. I am going to need you out there, tonight and at One Night In Hell.

Martin: I don't know who to blame. I know it wasn't you. But I don't know if its Tommy, if its his MC, or if Jeff forced his way out…

Madison eyebrows arched up as a light bulb just went off in his head.

Madison: It was definitely President Jeff. These are exactly the kind of things that need to stop around here! Jeff forced us into that match. Why? Because he doesn't want the Black Hand to exist. He doesn't want us to expose him for the corrupt owner that he is. Jeff doesn't like it when people refuse to fall in line. Look at the history. Havok stirs up the locker room and he got the boot from the company. Raab slipped up and lost control of Asylum, who does he put in charge? The quintessential yes man, Jason Kash. Tommy started an uprising, a group to stand against such blatant abuse of power and he forced him to fight his own group. You want someone to be pissed at…it's President Jeff! Is it any coincidence that Johnny Rebel who was once entrusted with running one of APW's shows gets boosted into the Main Event when he hasn't wrestled for APW steadily since Test for the Best?

Niobe seemed to get a fire lit under her ass from Madison's preaching.

Martin: I never thought of it that way…

Madison: That's why I need you more than ever Niobe. You are a founding member of the Black Hand and we need to stand united against the tyranny of President Jeff! He needs to know that we won't be stopped no matter how hard he tries. No matter who he puts against us! We can change this company for the good. We make our stand tonight! We go out there and sweep our series of matches and dominate our One Night In Hell opponents one match at a time!

Martin: Lets do it!

Madison and Niobe exchanged head nods. Chris reached down and grabbed his black fight gloves and his APW Overdrive Championship. Madison and Niobe walk out of the locker room together as the feed fades out...

"Raw Talk" thumps in through the speaker system as Foul Play Members, Jason Kash and Reaver step out from the back. Reaver calm with his eyes stuck on the ring as Kash slaps his chest twice before stepping to the center of the stage. He leans forward and slaps the entrance floor a few times before throwing his hands up above his head. Reaver steps past him and Kash moves after him.

They get to the ring side and Reaver pops himself up on the ring apron as Kash jogs the steel steps. Kash walks the ring apron, putting his back to the ring he mocks some fans before dipping through the middle rope and enters the ring. Reaver enters and they step to the center. Kash shoves Reaver to the chest and Reaver comes down with a open palm slap to Kash's as their adrenaline rises, they wait for the bell.

As the opening of the song starts to play, the video flashes on the tron of a camera panning up a grassy hill at night slowly until it gets to the top, panning from left to right, lightning flashing in the sky as the opening guitar rift plays. Niobe appears on the hilltop, standing with her legs shoulder width apart, arms down at her sides as she slowly makes her way down the hill before breaking into a run just as the beginning lyrics play...

'Nightmare!
Now your nightmare comes to life...'

Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides.
[cener]'Dragged you down below
Down to the devils show
To be his guest forever
Peace of mind is less than never..'[/center]



As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, a smirk on her face as she sneers at the crowd as she passes before sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, glaring at the crowd with a frown.

The guitar solo of "Viking Death March" by Billy Talent begins to play as the lights fade to black. The video screens are taken over by a familiar white snowy picture. The drums join into the song as a white strobe light effect illuminates the entrance area.

HEY!

Chris Madison walks through the entrance area with his head down. He stops walking as he makes it to the foot of the entrance ramp as the lights come back on. He shrugs his shoulders and then throws a few shadow jabs and uppercuts. He stops and tilts his head back, outstretching his arms horizontally with his palms up in the air.

Down, Let's Take It Down Raise Up Their Heads On A Stake We Will Show No Mercy On Evolutions Mistake!

Madison lowers his head and gazes into the crowd with his cocky smile. He marches down to the ring banging his head to the music and arrogantly ignores all of the fans attempts to put a hand on the Madman. He hops onto the apron and climbs to the second rope in the nearest corner. He looks out and points to the fans while dragging his other thumb across his throat in a slashing motion as the chorus hits.

Crosses Still Burn, Axes Still Fall And Down On Your Knees You Just Don't Look So Tall!

Crosses Still Burn, Axes Still Fall And Down On Your Knees You Just Don't Look So Tall!

Madison jumps over the top rope and lands in the ring. He pounds his chest and slaps himself in the face before letting out a roar.

With the first of three battles between Foul Play, Black Hand and Space Cowboys looking to kick off tonight's Asylum card in a big way, the crowd are extremely supportive as they stand and cheer their heroes as they square up to do battle in the middle of the ring. Starting off proceedings for Foul Play is Jason while on the other side Niobe Martin takes the first shift for what is going to be a long evening for all four combatants in the ring. With everything set in place, the bell rings and the match can begin.

DING DING!

Chris Madison & Niobe Martin VS Foul Play (Reaver & Jason Kash)

Niobe knows without a doubt that her male counterpart has the size and strength advantage on her so her solution to this problem is to fight from the outside with low swinging kicks for Kash's legs to try and weaken the vertical base while Kash attempts to catch her. This back and forth continues with Niobe almost getting cornered a few times but she takes a Kash striking opportunity to psyche out and evade while delivering more blistering kicks. Before long though Kash is able to lock her up with a collar and elbow tie-up but Niobe fights her way out with some sharp kicks to the gut followed by a big side elbow that puts the southern Grand Slam champion on his back followed by a standing star press pin. She stays for the pinfall but Kash sends her flying across the ring when he powers out of the cover.

Nailz: Niobe surprising us all here by taking the early lead against the twelve year veteran Jason Kash! The odds on favourite at this stage have to be Kash and Knuckles who have bled APW for years but Niobe is laughing in the face of the odds makers right now.

Beckett: Excellent! Niobe and Martin are going to dominate here. Anyone who thinks Niobe can't hang with the big boys because of her gender is going to be proven utterly idiotic in this bout.

Niobe lands on her feet as Kash scrambles up to the vertical level. He throws a clothesline at her but Niobe sinks low and cuts into his stomach with another side kick before lunging to Mad Man Madison for the tag. Big Chris lunges in like a bat out of Hell but Kash is raring to go and before long the two are having an all out brawl in the center. Madison catches Kash with a big time STO but with the Chinese fans chanting for their bandana wearing fan favorite, he somehow comes through it unscathed and energised for the fight. Kash hits a big Double Arm Suplex followed by a Running Senton off the ropes before finally tagging in Reaver.

Beckett: Oh no. Here comes the scourge of wrestling that is Reaver. I hope he doesn't go loco and start maiming people.

Nailz: If that's what the fans want, it's what the fans will get Steve!

Hitting an Atomic Drop (Reaver)/Super Kick (Kash) combination, Madison is disorientated long enough for knuckle dragging Knuckles to figure out a game plan which amounts to hitting a leaping stamp on the fingers of The Mad Man, which will no doubt render it harder for him to lock in a patented submission hold later on. Reaver grabs Madison and drags him off the floor but Madison lunges with a big style uppercut, leaving him wide open for a Shining Wizard that cuts down the masked monster to a nothing. Now it's time for some Madison and Martin teamwork as Madison holds Reaver back by his arms so Reaver is helpless to defend himself against a flying missile dropkick from Niobe off the top rope. Niobe and Reaver crash to the mat like a bolt of lightning while Madison takes a breather on the rope.

Nailz: Good grief! We're seeing some excellent displays here but as the match draws on, you have to wonder who the odds favor. Kash and Reaver the veterans, or the feisty team of Madison and Martin?

Beckett: With all the history between Kash and Knucks, you gotta' put your money on them if it gets to that late stage but frankly? I see the younger team ending this sooner rather than later.

Nailz: With moves like that missile dropkick, you can count on that!

Niobe grabs Knuckles and starts to pull him to his feet but Reaver, the pack dog of the team lunges forward with a shoulder barge and pushes her back into her own corner. He unleashes a barrage of feral shots to the gut and the head but as Niobe crumples in the corner, Madison unleashes a devastating head kick over the top rope that cracks Reaver in the head and puts him out on the floor like a light.

Nailz: Good Lord! Did you see that? Ruthless boot to the head from Madison just clocked Reaver clean out! The end is in sight if he can't get to Jason Kash!

Niobe tags in Madison but rather than take the apron, she storms across the ring and lunges at Kash with a dropkick that sends him crashing to the floor from the apron. Madison takes Reaver and hooks in the Peruvian Necktie and before you know it, the referee is calling for the bell as Reaver has no choice but to Tap Out!

Winners: Chris Madison & Niobe Martin

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Stenfelder: Here are your winners, via Submission, The Black Hand!

Nailz: Crap! The Black Hand is up 1 match to none on Foul Play & The Space Cowboys!

Beckett: I knew it! I knew these guys would impress.

The Black Hand stands tall in the middle of the ring as Kash reaches in and pulls Reaver out of the ring, helping him up the ramp as he glares back at Madison & Martin.

As the crowd settle down after a high impact first match, the camera cuts backstage where resident interviewer Cindy Shannon holds court with a microphone and a special guest just out of shot. Staring straight into the camera, she dives into her usual patter to get the crowd hyped for some pre-match posturing from one of the great megastars Asylum has to offer.

Cindy Shannon: Ladies and gentlemen, joining me right now is none other than one of the three men in tonight's triple threat rookie showcase, Peter Shelley!

The camera pans slightly right to show a focused Peter Shelley wearing a cycling skin suit not unlike something you'd expect to a Tour de France competitor to wear. Performing a breathing exercise to focus, he takes sharp inhalations of air and then forces them out again with his mouth until he realises he's being spoken to and drops it immediately. He cocks his gaze at Cindy and smiles warmly.

Peter Shelley: Good evening Mindy.

Cindy Shannon: It's Cindy.

Scoffing rudely at Cindy's objections to being mislabelled, Peter rolls his eyes and wipes off the sleeves of his skin suit with a brisk brush from the back of his hand.

Peter Shelley: Whatever.

As the camera pans further, Cindy peers around Peter's slim frame to take a look at his partner-in-crime Stephen Shelley, an until now unknown to the APW fandom.

Cindy Shannon: And who's this... handsome man with you?

A mile-wide grins spreads across Peter's face as if she'd actually complimented him rather than his son as he proudly introduces his boy to the fandom.

Peter Shelley: This, everybody, is my son Stephen. He's my personal corner man. He'll be holding towels and water bottles and all that good stuff to ensure that for every minute that my epic matches rage on, I'm in my absolute apex condition. There's not going to be any funny business though. No distracting the referee or getting in the way. He's here solely as my coach, my confidante, my ROCK. Say hello Stephen!

Stephen waves coyly at Cindy then at the audience through the electric eyes of the camera.

Stephen Shelley: Hello Cindy! Hello APW!

Cindy mentally thanks a nameless deity for ensuring that Peter's attractive son hadn't inherited his fathers lack of humility or the ability to remember a five letter name.

Peter Shelley: Beautiful. Just beautiful.

Cindy Shannon: Now Peter, tonight you have a rematch with your opponent from last week, “The Last King” Scott Wilson but added to the mix is another newcomer named Jack Slade. How do you feel about the claims that your victory last week was ill-gotten, that you cheated to steal your debut win?

Peter Shelley: Wow. Jeez. They said you knew how to throw curve ball questions but that's just something else. Congratulations Mandy, you've gone up ten points in my estimations.

Folding her arms in a huff, Cindy shoots Peter a dirty glare.

Cindy Shannon: It's Cindy.

Peter Shelley: Tubular. I'm happy for you. Now to answer your question my sweet little cinnamon roll, I will tell you that frankly these comments about me cheating to win are completely unfounded and y'know what rational, sane thinking people do when presented with claims that are have no basis in reality? They disregard them to the scrap heap where they belong. Even if there was anything to go on in these frankly ludicrous claims of illegitimacy in my victory, it'll all be forgotten about after tonight when I prove myself again by beating him just like I did last week. I'm going to prove to everybody at home and all my Team Turtle soldiers that lightning DOES strike twice, that I AM a legitimate competitor and that I am capable of putting this dreadful, anonymous Vorhees wannabe in his place.

Trying not to cringe at being called a cinnamon roll, Cindy ploughs on with a follow-up question.

Cindy Shannon: And how do you think the inclusion of Jack Slade mixes things up? Do you think he's a threat?

Peter Shelley: Of course I do Sandy. In the game of wrestling, every other name is a threat and Jack Slade coming in here with his thousand yard stare and his fill in the blanks history makes him a true definition of a wild card but the fact is, I built myself a fortune out of an industry that plays with a stacked deck of wild cards. Slade could be the greatest of all time but my quick thinking, my scientific mind for the game and my ability to go all distances in the name of victory will see me through even the toughest adversaries. I have the heart of the champion, the eye of the tiger, real lion heart stuff pumping through these veins and they will give me the strength to stand with arms raised over not one but TWO beaten opponents.

Cindy Shannon: Let's just hope your age doesn't hold you back.

Unlike some men who have wilfully thrown themselves into the mid-life crisis with a complete lack of self respect, Peter lets the jab about his age slide in order to embellish a further point.

Peter Shelley: I thought you might say something like that. It's like this. These guys may be younger than me, quicker than me, stronger than me but what they definitely aren't is smarter than me. Speed and strength count for nothing when the methodology in its' application is a failure and as the old saying goes, slow and steady ALWAYS wins the race. Now I'll be seeing you later so you can get the scoop of who my next opponent is right after I speak to the big wigs about my direction in the company. After a win tonight, I think it's high time we start talking about when I'll face some real competition like Aubrey J. Parker or that other girl with the huge ass. Have you seen that thing? It's amazing. It's like something out of a Japanese cartoon. I'll see you later Manda.

Shelley confidently slings his towel over his shoulder and saunters off to the entranceway while the cameras remain on Cindy to wrap it up.

Cindy Shannon: CINDY. Back to you at ringside, Russ and Steve.

Nailz: Yikes. He claims to be an articulate mind but he can't even get Cindy Shannon's name right! Maybe his old age IS affecting him!

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Nailz: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen. Earlier today, Interim General Manager Jason Kash held a press conference with important information regarding the future of APW Asylum. We had cameras there, and we take you to it now!

An empty screen backstage shows nothing but an APW Logo and a Podium sitting in the center of the room. Like a Presidential Speech the cameras pick up the Professional looking setup. Entering the room, cameras flash as Interim Asylum General Manager, Jason Kash steps up to the podium. He slowly pulls off his sunglasses as the animation appears on screen at the lower right handed corner and around him like he spent extra money on the intro.



He leans ever so slightly towards the podium's microphone and clears his voice.

Jason Kash: My fellow Inmates...The time is upon us when HELL crawls up from beneath our feet and causes Chaos onto all of us. On October 27th Asylum brings HELL to APW. On that day we become an equal to our "big Brother" of Overdrive as we move into the FUTURE with this Brand. So it pleases me with so much giggity to be able to give everyone that enjoys this Show something to look forward too. As on the night of October 27th when APW unleashes ONE NIGHT IN HELL...Asylum will Officially be moving. No longer will jokes, snickers, and FOOD be our landscape, the place we call home on Television. No, no...On October 27th Asylum moves to Fox Sports 1 and THAT is what, if anything I give to you as your Interim General Manager...Questions from the Press?

The camera spins around to see Reaver dressed as a Stereotypical News Reporter. Almost a Clark Kent with a mask on his face. Dutch, Kash's Cameraman is dressed up in suspenders and has a cigar in his mouth and the Sports section of a newspaper tucked under his arm. Reaver raises his hand to ask a burning question.

Reaver Kent: Yes, yes, I want to know how you managed to land such a huge deal? People say you have done a terrible job but yet ratings have been high due to your Booking since you've been in the position.

Kash snaps his fingers for such a great question. He grins a shady smile, his head tilts a bit as he answers it, mouth to mic.

Jason Kash: You will never in life please everyone. Those that aren't pleased can wipe their asses with Duct tape. To answer the question though, with names like Terry Marvin having been on this show. Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins, this one guy..Real good looking, gained a bit of weight recently...He's a ratings grabber for sure! Then you have great new talent every week to bring a new flavor to our show. What's not to like? I sold them on it like a suitcase full of money offered to a Hooker. We get Foul here and people like our stink, get use to it! Next question..

Scanning the small crowd of Reporters, Kash points in Dutch's direction. He pulls the cigar from his mouth and begins to cough. He waves away the lingering smoke before his voices speaks out and is clearly trying to sound more rugged and grizzled.

Dutch "The Dude": What will happen to Asylum when you step down, is the replacement known at this time?

Jason Kash: I don't know, don't much care either as long as he or she does their job. Abusing power is when this job becomes unstable. I've misused this job maybe, maybe my skill set is better suited to be what I've always been and that's to fight. Be it inside the ring or outside. I'm also pretty good at Water Polo but who's bragging right? Next question..

A voice not from a face seen is heard, one with an accent that has been keeping Kash on his toes for a few weeks now. It belonged to Leliana.

Leliana: Yes, I was wondering if the General Managah has time after the Show to go catch a pic-cha with me?

Kash: Like a date-date? I'll buy the popcorn for you any day! Done. Ladies and Gentlemen please inject yourselves with the remaining Action of the Evening, thanks!

Kash hurries off the screen, Reaver Kent slaps the cigar from Dutch's mouth as the scene cuts back to ringside.

Nailz: You heard it here first folks. This will be the last Asylum broadcast on the Food Network, the last week of Dinner and Beating, as our next episode of Asylum will be broadcasting live on Fox Sports 1. We want to thank Food Network for the air time they've given us, despite the odd fit with their other programming.

Beckett: Also, Fox Sports 1 offered us more money!

Nailz slaps Beckett in the chest as Asylum cuts to the ring, where Jack Slade, "The Last King" Scott Wilson, and "The Shooter" Peter Shelley are all already in the ring. Peter's son Stephen is at ringside.

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Triple Threat Match! Introducing first, to my immediate left, weighing in at 210 pounds, from Beverly Hills, California, "The Shooter" Peter Shelley!

The fans boo Shelley as he swings a pretend golf club, and pumps his fist as though he got a hole-in-one.

Nailz: Peter Shelley got a cheap victory over Scott Wilson last week, cheating to beat him.

Beckett: All I saw in the record book was a "W" next to Peter Shelley's name!

Stendfelder: And his opponent, to my immediate right, weighing in at 254 pounds, from Seattle, Washington, "The Last King" Scott Wilson!

Wilson looks to be all business, looking directly at Shelley.

Nailz: You could cut the tension between Shelley and Wilson with a knife it's that thick!

Stenfelder: And their opponent, standing across the ring from me, weighing in at 180 pounds, from Duluth, Georgia, "Handsome" Jack Slade!

There's a mixed reaction for the Asylum new-comer.

Beckett: This will be our first chance to see Jack Slade in action!

With all three competitors in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Jack Slade vs. Peter Shelley vs. Scott Wilson

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Wilson's got his game face on and Slade looks just plain mean while Shelley has the facial expression of someone trying to figure out a complex Maths problem in their head. Without a word spoken, all three men charge at once to clash at the centre but rather than get involved Shelley high-tails it and baseball slides out of the ring to spend some quality time at work with his son. Wilson and Slade lock up in a collar and elbow tie up but almost instantly realise Shelley is taking the easy road and mutually agree that they're not going to let this happen. They slip out of the ring at opposite sides and flank the golfing champion who immediately tries to flee over the crowd barrier but Scott grabs a handful of his Team Turtle skin suit and drags him to the floor for a stomping session. Slade fakes a lunge at Stephen to scare him but the college kid cowers, putting his hands up and reminding Slade he has no intentions to get involved.

Nailz: Shelley's escape plan is getting foiled at the first hurdle here. Slade is keeping look out and Wilson has been getting some much desired pummelling time on the man who we all know stole a debut victory from him last week.

Beckett: Stole a win? What, did Peter push Wilson out the way when the referee was trying to raise his arm? No! Don't be ridiculous.

Nailz: That's not what I mean, I-

Now in the ring, Slade and Wilson play a game where everybody wins but Shelley. It involves the two taking turns to see who can hurt him the most. Slade starts off proceedings with a Superkick that sends Shelley staggering into an awaiting Wilson who turns it into a Tilt-A-Whirl back breaker. Slade however comes out with the exclamation point when he makes his way to the corner for the big move. Cameras flash and the crowd roar as he leaps all the way up high for a double leg drop and crashes down like a shot down aircraft on top of Shelley. The crowd roar and cheer as Shelley rolls out of the ring in agony, leaving the stage set for the two fan favorites to duke it out instead. At first it seems like Slade is going to pip Wilson when he nails a spinning back kick and a double armed suplex for a narrow 2-count, but Wilson starts fighting back. First comes the atomic drop, then comes the double knee facebreaker in quick succession and soon the moment starts flowing.

Nailz: Slade and Wilson go tooth and nail in this brutal contest! If either of these men are the future of Asylum then you can bet that we're in for a golden age!

Beckett: Wilson's got this one under control now, I think!

Both men on their feet, Slade lunges with a crazy assortment of kicks and fore-arms backing Wilson into the corner but somewhere deep within, The Last King taps into a resource of strength and sends Slade flying back to the center of the ring with a big two handed shove followed immediately by a flying busaiku knee kick that splints his nose and makes blood shoot out his face from various angles. Some would call that the match then and there but not Scott Wilson, oh no. He wants to make the exclamation point and he does so by hooking up his fellow favourite and levelling him with a Gold Soul Theory that rings out with an awful crunch audible even in the nose bleeds. Slade is down and out, broken and bloodied and destroyed. Wilson goes to make the cover but as the ref makes the one count, Shelley from out of nowhere grabs Wilson and tosses him over the top rope to ringside and makes a cover on Slade for himself.

Nailz: SHELLEY'S GONNA' STEAL IT!

Beckett: SLADE IS A MESS, THERE'S NO WAY HE'S GONNA' KICK OUT!

ONE!

Wilson lands on his feet and immediately turns around, leaping onto the apron to try and break the pin but Stephen Shelley grabs his ankle long enough to distract him.

TWO!

Nailz:WAIT! Stephen Shelley's grabbed Scott's ankle! That scumbag is gonna' steal it again!

Beckett: Genius! The bond between father and son is stronger than you and I will ever know!

THREE! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: "The Shooter" Peter Shelley[/div]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, via pinfall, "The Shooter" Peter Shelley!

Nailz: Chock a big assist up to Stephen Shelley here tonight. Without him at ringside, there's no way Scott Wilson doesn't break up that pinfall!

Beckett: Considering there's no disqualifications in a Triple Threat Match, it's all good!

The bell rings and “Baba O'Riley” hits the sound system but Peter Shelley isn't even waiting to get his arm raised. Sliding out of the ring in evasion of a furious Scott Wilson, he joins his son Stephen in vaulting over the guard rail and vanishing into the crowd as Wilson can only watch. The referee checks on Slade and throws up the X demanding medical assistance but Wilson could care less as his desire for revenge only grows stronger.

Asylum comes back on the air with Shadow walking through the backstage area. A deafening roar shakes the indoor stadium as the titantron shows Shadow smirking as he carries the stolen APJ Undisputed Championship. As he heads down the corridor and turns left the camera cuts down the hall to show "The Last Magician" exiting a locker room as Shadow approaches. His smirk turns to a grin. Shadow's gives her the up and down followed by a nod.

Shadow: Hell it must be my birthday.

Sally: Oh what the hell do you want?

Shadow: Awww, don't go PMSing. I'm actually quite happy to see you. And I am very much looking forward to our match later tonight.

Sally: I'll bet you are. Shadow I've seen you around. Big guy who likes to hit things. Real piece of work. You shouldn't even be in this match. Do yourself a favor and just stay out of my way.

The giant holds up his hand and laughs.

Shadow: You know, since you came back Sally all I've seen out of you sweetheart is a lot of talk. But I've also see you drawing the short straw as of late with Mannie making a B-line to wreck you life. So how about I do you a solid. You see, Mannie and I; we got a history. And it has never ended well for him. Take tonight off Sally. Go relax and get ready for the chamber. I'll handle Mannie.

Sally: You think you earned that thing on your shoulder? You haven't won it yet, you just stole it. Jumping the champion from behind, that's real respectable.

She motions to the belt draped on Shadow's shoulder.

Shadow: Sally, sweetheart... shut the hell up. First, Parker got what was coming to her. Taking this? That was just to rob her of her pride. Parker's just lucky I didn't invoke some dark age law and hobble her ass. Now as for you, Sally you're a legend. If there is any woman in APW who deserves to hold the Undisputed Championship its you. So here.

Sally: Listen, I know that title will be mine. But it's not yet. It'll be mine after One Night in Hell. Until then I can wait.

Shadow: Really? After what that bitch did to you in the tag match awhile back, you want to wait? She loves screwing with people and this is your big chance to pay her back. Take it and bury it under the Great Wall of China for all I care. Parker's going to come for me and as delusional as she is she may go over the edge. As long as she's lost the one thing in her life that is important to her. I could go out a happy man. So enjoy.

The crowd cheers wildly as Shadow shoves the belt into her hands and walks away with a smirk. Sally goes to say something but Shadow turns.

Shadow: Oh and Sally, You know if you're looking for a place to shower this week. The water pressure in my locker room is just tits. And it's perfectly safe, I just installed a security camera in the shower.

He points at her, winks and clicks his tongue.

Shadow: I'll see you later dollface.

He turns and continues down the corridor. Leaving Sally standing there a little confused, but holding the Undisputed Championship.

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Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

A green hue fills the arena as "Writing On the Wall" by the Tea Party begins to play and the fans instantly jump to their feet, cheering loudly. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out from the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and his "Go Big or Go Home" T-shirt. He points out to the fans in attendance and smiles before making his way down the ramp, tagging hands with the fans along the side of it.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 215 pounds, from Fargo, North Dakota, representing the Space Cowboys, C.J. Gates!

Nailz: C.J. Gates is in a must-win situation here if he doesn’t want The Black Hand to have the numbers advantage during War Games at One Night in Hell!

Beckett: This match will be taking place at the Ryōgoku Kokugikan, so we will have the traditional two-ring set up for the match, as well as the Double Cage!

Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before springing to his feet and climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He points out at the fans one more time before raising his arms in the air to another loud chorus of cheers.



Stenfelder: Coming down to the ring now weighing in at 230 pounds coming from Cologne Germany, “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab.

Wretches And Kings By Linkin Park plays over the sound system as Stefan comes out through the curtain with six prison guards with Stefan having handcuffs on his hands and legcuffs on his feet along with wearing his gold and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Killerplauze on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers and ignores the fans as he stands at ringside with six prison guards taking the handcuffs and legcuffs off from his hands and feet.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, weighing in at 230 pounds, from Colgone, Germany, representing The Black Hand, “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab!

Nailz: You’ve got to think that Raab is going to be right at home inside War Games, considering his recent incarceration.

Beckett: It’s going to give Raab a huge psychological advantage inside the Double Cage, because one of the big things about that match is the claustrophobia induced from the low ceiling!

The guards give Stefan his black gloves before going up the stairs going in-between the ropes and does a holdup on each turnbuckle and everyone boos him as he puts his black gloves on each hand before doing a few boxing punches to the cameras as he looks at his opponent with anger in his eyes waiting for the match to start. With both men in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

C.J. Gates vs. Stefan Raab

C.J. comes out like a house of fire, bull rushing Raab and taking him down with a Running Hurricanrana! As Raab gets up to his feet, C.J. takes him down with a Spinning Wheel Kick! C.J. controls the early portions of the match up with a quick flurry of offense that capitalizes on his speed advantage! After a picture perfect Dropsault, Raab rolls out of the ring to gather his bearings.

Beckett: Raab is heading outside to try and slow this match down! C.J. is showing the urgency you would expect from a trapped rat!

Nailz: Oh my gosh!

C.J. gives Raab no time to recover on the outside, nailing him with a Vaulting Body Press! The fans are fired up as C.J. stays on Raab, pulling him up by the head and rolling him into the ring! C.J. hops up onto the apron and climbs to the top rope, but Raab gets a second wind, and gets up, making a desperate lunge to the corner to shove C.J.’s legs out from underneath him, causing Ceej to get crotched on the ropes! The fans wince in pain as Raab climbs up the turnbuckle himself, giving C.J. a few stiff punches to the face before wrapping C.J.’s face in a ¾ Headlock, and jumping off the ropes for a Super Killer Cutter off the Top Rope!

Beckett: Very rarely does one move win you the match, but my goodness, Raab may have C.J. knocked out right here! Go Raab!

“The Killerplauze” scrambles into the cover, and the ref counts, 1
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C.J. just barely gets his shoulder up! Raab holds up three fingers to the ref, but as the man in stripes tells him it was only two, Raab puts two of his fingers down, leaving one up to tell the ref exactly how he feels about him! The fans boo Raab mercilessly as he takes control of the match, slowing down the pace and keeping C.J. grounded. Raab keeps C.J. in the corner, unloading on him with various body blows, with some European Uppercuts mixed in, just trying to wear C.J. down with strikes. The ref is constantly counting, telling Raab to back it up, with Raab backing away at four each time, before going right back in to deal C.J. some more punishment! The fans are livid at Raab, and let him have all their venom!

Nailz: After a quick start from C.J. this match has been all Raab, all the time. If “The Killerplauze” can keep this up, then The Black Hand will have the numbers advantage for sure!

The match continues, with Raab largely maintaining control. C.J. gets a few shots in here or there, but Raab is quick to use every shortcut he can to make sure it’s nothing sustained. About 12 minutes into the match, Raab has C.J. standing up in a Crossface Chickenwing, and Ceej appears to be fading fast!

Beckett: Raab’s going to get the numbers advantage for his team right here! Good night C.J.!

As C.J.’s face turns blue, his arms drop limply to his side. The ref grabs a hold of his left arm, raising it up and letting go. It falls to C.J.’s side.

“1!”

The ref raises C.J.’s arm again, and once more, it falls limply to his side!

“2!”

The fans are clapping and chanting “C.J! C.J!” trying to will him on as the ref raises his arm for the third time, and lets go. His hand drops like a rock, but at the very last second, C.J. raises his arm triumphantly in the air! The fans are on their feet as Raab shakes his head no, while C.J. works to elbow his way out of the Crossface Chickenwing! Raab is forced to break the hold, and Gates gets right at him with a couple of quick kicks to the calf followed up by a Standing Enziguri! Raab stumbles into the ropes, and as he turns back around, C.J. gives him a kick to the gut, followed up with the Market Crash! The fans count along with the ref, 1
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Thre-NO! Raab kicks out at the very last moment!

Beckett: The Market Crash normally puts people away! What a profile in courage by “The Killerplauze” here tonight!

Nailz: Stay on him C.J.!

Gates remains focused, pulling Raab up and in for the Stamp of Approval Double Arm DDT! He then drags Stefan closer to the corner before mounting the top rope and leaping off for the Gatecrasher! He goes for the pin once more, 1
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3! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: C.J. Gates

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“Writings on the Wall” hits the speakers as the fans erupt into cheers and the ref raises C.J.’s arm in victory!

Nailz: And we’re tied at one match apiece! Great job by C.J. here making the series even!

Beckett: I thought Raab had him at several points during this contest, but C.J. showed why he is a former APW Undisputed Champion, finding a way to win against “The Killerplauze” here tonight!

C.J. exits the ring, puts on his cowboy hat, and heads up the ramp as Raab comes to in the ring. “The Killerplauze” is seething, and C.J. tips his hat to Raab, infuriating the German Mad Man!

After the match, Stefan wasn't done as he wants to beat down on anybody that has called him a joke in the past and he goes completely out of control as he went straight over to the commentary table and knocks Nailz out with a punch as he then went to stamp his feet all over Nailz's face and then drags him to ringside almost tearing every single bit of his clothes off and then he clotheslines him to the floor until he gets something under the ring and it was a steel chair and he smashes Nailz over the head five times until he's busted wide open holding his head saying this directly to Nailz .

Stefan Raab: "This is for what you said about Reaver beating me fair and square at Shockwave, what you said about me looking at Kash's dick and calling me a joke a month ago on Asylum you scumbag."

Stefan hits the steel chair on Nailz's head for the last time for extra measure before putting the camera wire around Nailz's neck with Nailz almost being unable to breathe since Stefan had the wire pretty tight on Nailz's neck.

Beckett: "Enough is enough Stefan. You done enough damage to CJ Gates as it is and now you are attacking Nailz for no reason? Someone needs to stop this"

He ignores Beckett as Stefan then takes the wire off from Nailz and places the chair on Nailz's neck and he elbow drops on his neck as he stomps away on the chair where Nailz's neck is and then he removed the carpet off from the floor removing the chair off from Nailz's neck and Stefan then picks Nailz up and does the Raabinator move to him and he stands up laughing at him because he knew that the damage is done.

Beckett: "I'm just speechless on what I've seen tonight because in my last four years of commentating Asylum, I've never seen my commentary partner ever been beaten down like that in my life. Stefan has gone completely out of control and he's even disrespecting Nailz by putting his blood on his chest. This is just sickening to watch but thank god he's finished attacking Nailz because he's turned into a crazy violent and dangerous wrestler."

Stefan then gets a microphone from the announcer's table as he gets into the ring, beginning to speak with a deep voice.

Stefan Raab: "Look what I've done to Nailz people. That's what will happen if people ever call me a joke of a wrestler ever again because I am not putting up with it any more since I'm sick and tired of being labelled a joke in the wrestling business. Who's the joke now huh? That's exactly what I want to do in every single appearance of Asylum because I enjoyed doing that and it's what I've dreamed a lot since I was in Solitary Confinement. I also kicked the living hell out of Kash as well last week for that same reason and for Gates, Reaver, Kash and Biggs to see how much I've changed since I was in Solitary Confinement.

Right now you all must wonder why I came back and it's pretty simple really. It's because The Black Hand wanted me back to deal with their problems with this unoriginal Space Cowboys team that I feel is such a pathetic team to call yourselves like you both are even spaceman and a cowboy when you both aren't. I should know by facing these idiots in the past in APW and in the T-Act Cup. Hell this Gates idiot only got himself involved because he couldn't stand The Black Hand beating up on Biggs. Too bad if you don't like what we do because we don't listen to people like you and that's simply what we are about on beating anybody that pisses us off. Unlike you and Biggs, we don't need to help others win matches and we certainly aren't members of kissing President Jeff's ass club either to follow the rules of wrestling. Get used to it."

Stefan took a break from talking for a while as he stands around for a while with the fans booing Stefan not even paying any attention to them as he continues to speak with the medical team coming down to the ring to check on Nailz.

Stefan Raab: "I also came back because I have unfinished business with a bunch of childish toilet humour clowns of Foul Play. Yeah I've heard all the shit especially from you Kash on what you've said about me behind my back and you pissed me off and I think it was bullcrap how you was even-handed the General Manager spot on this show by the President asshole and you made it more of a joke than it was already. I came back to take back the control of Asylum that you don't even want from what you said last week and that pissed me off because I want to have power again and have this show under my control so why did you even sign up to do the job in the first place if you didn't want it? You made a big mistake by sending me in the hole because you only made me much more of a violent and dangerous wrestler than I was before.

Hell Foul Play are nothing but cowards and I said that because Kash came into the ring at Shockwave and helped Reaver beat me for the control of Asylum while I told The Black Hand team not to interrupt the match and the fact you turned down a match against Terry Marvin for the Undisputed title because you was afraid of him and afraid of breaking the rules on letting the Asylum locker room and the fans down when you've done a good job of that by going to Overdrive to do a couple of matches and yet you claim to not be a biased GM? That's a lot of crap as well because Jair Hopkins and Reaver haven't once defended their titles since they won them but yet Marvin had to defend his title every show and with him facing Young Mannie for the belt is real competition? How I laugh on how pathetic and how much of a hypocrite you are. I also want my Germancidal title back as well and I want a rematch against Reaver for his Suicidal title since a lot of former champs get rematches for their titles around here and it's my right to get that rematch too. How is Mannie different on getting sponsors to back him up with his career Kash?

Don't you realize that's the problem with all sports today that they care too much about the money and sponsorship crap and not finding the talented sports men and women that want to do the sports cos they are good at it and that's why a lot of talented people have to quit doing and playing sports these days because these talented sports stars can't afford or find sponsorship deals to progress in their careers and now we are seeing it happen in wrestling? Just so god damn stupid and makes me sick. You should only get and earn title shots by hard work not by having sponsors behind you to support with your career or asking for a chance for a title shot because that's what makes a true wrestler not by cheap tactics like that Kash. I don't even give a damn about the ratings because we know the ratings are nowhere near as good as when I ran the show. I don't wrestle for the money Kash you stupid idiot. I wrestle only to hurt, destroy and bust people open and I could care less what these idiotic fans have to say with that."

The fans boo Stefan for what he's said as he smiles knowing that it didn't bother him one bit with the fans booing him as he continues to speak.

Stefan Raab: "Since I've been with The Black Hand, I've never ever teamed up with them but that's because they are on Overdrive and I'm stuck here on this garbage show with a useless GM that's nothing more than a hypocrite. Space Cowboys and Foul Play are just pawns compared to me, Chris Madison, Michael Jennings and Niobe Martin because we are the strongest team out there compared to you pricks and we are going to take over the world together when we win against you freaks at One Night In Hell and then for me to take back control of Raab-A-Mania. The Black Hand will raise again."

Asylum cuts to a commercial break with the fans continuing to boo Raab.

[biggs]

C.J. Gates comes back to the Space Cowboys & Foul Play locker room, fired up. Kash, Reaver, and Biggs are quick to give him high fives.

Biggs: Now that's what I'm taking about, Ceej! Now we're tied one to one!

Reaver: All that's left now is for Biggs to go out there and kick Michael Jennings' @$$!

Kash: After Reaver and I let you guys down, seeing you win out there C.J., well, it made me feel like I had just taken one of the best poops of my life!

C.J. Gates: Listen guys, I appreciate the sentiments, as gross as some of them may be, but we still got one more match to go.

C.J. turns to Biggs.

C.J. Gates: Biggs, if there's anyone I trust to get the job done out there tonight, it's you. Now we know that Jennings is going to try and cheat. Heck, he might even try to get the steel chair into play. But if you go out there, and wrestle the way I know you can wrestle, then we'll get the advantage in War Games for sure.

Biggs: One more match. That's all it takes. We got this...

Beckett: We'll see Biggs versus Michael Jennings a bit later tonight.

Asylum cuts back out to the arena, where Amy Zing stands in the crowd of thousands, the ring can be seen behind her. The North American Championship is around her waist.

Amy [in Chinese]: "Everyone having a good time?"

The crowd explodes with cheers.

Amy: [in Chinese]: "Well then, how about we keep going? Take it away!"

Adam Stenfelder: The following bout is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH!

The arena trembles with excitement as they know what is coming up next.

I AWAKE FROM MADNESS... ONE MORE TIME!

Brilliant lighting dances across the titantron. Two explosions rip across the stage as Shadow emerges from backstage to the black and white color scheme. His long leather duster flaps behind him as the fan blows the billowing smoke back. White flames burn along the entry way as Shadow strolls down the ramp. The fans cheer for him wildly as Trip the Darkness continues.

Stenfelder: Introducing first... From Denton, Texas. Standing at six foot eleven, weighing in at two hundred and ninety nine pounds, SHAADOOWWW!

Shadow slides under the bottom rope and pushes himself up to his feet. He raises one arm high over head as flames burst from the ring posts. The color scheme returns to normal as Shadow drops his duster.

West: Shane West here for the moment! Things have gotten a little mucky throughout the night... Stefan Raab took it upon himself to brutally assault my colleagues, Russ T. Nailz and Steve Beckett, who are getting looked at by our medical team if I'm not mistaken... and on top of it, Shadow, as you see standing before you in the ring, is responsible for knocking our Undisputed Champion, Aubrey J. Parker unconscious earlier tonight and... uh... "borrowing" her championship belt. He proceeded to hand it to Sally Talfourd in the back, and I believe Mannie's gotten his hands on it since then!

The crowd is buzzing with anticipation for the coming match. On cue, the lights take on a blue tinge and 'TroubleMaker' hits the speakers. This sets the crowd off: everyone knows who this is leading up to. As the song bursts to life, out races Sally Talfourd, racing to the front of the stage. Raising her hands to the crowd, she kicks her leg and heads towards the ring, slapping hands with the crowd that hangs over the rails for her, though she wears a small bit of pain-- perhaps frustration on her face.

Stenfelder: And his opponent... Making her way to the ring this evening, hailing from Seattle, Washington weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and forty pounds, standing in at five feet and ten inches of perfection, this is SALLLYY TALFOUURRRD!

Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, waving to the crowd as she is announced. When that's done, she dashes up the steps, hoists herself over the top ring rope and bounces to the centre of the ring, albeit moving a bit more gingerly than the audience is used to. She poses for the crowd as the lights return to normal and the music fades out. The crowd still cheers for the adorable Sally as she starts to stretch for the match.

West: A lot of Talfourd fans are here with us tonight in Beijing! She's one of the favorites to walk away with the Undisputed Championship in that Extreme Elimination Chamber match! She's done it before!



Stenfelder: And their opponent, on the way to the ring, accompanied by Jacinta Perez and Alec Quartermain, he hails from The Commonwealth Of Virginia and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds…‘THE MAIN ATTRACTION’ YOUNG MANNIE!

The beginning of "Another Way" airs through the P.A. system building anticipation, as Mannie emerges to a wave of boos, he is lead to the ring by Jacinta Perez & Alec Quartermain. Mannie casually walks down the ramp with his entire glowing in the dark ADIDAS sweatsuit on while soaking in the hate, as a custom Dark-Orchid colored stairwell which reads 'The-Main-Attraction' is placed in front of the middle apron. Mannie strides up the steps, while the cameraman sits on the middle rope before he enters the ring. Mannie proceeds to remove his sweatsuit, revealing the Undisputed Championship wrapped around his waist to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Shadow and Sally glare at Mannie, who grins back at them and turns to the crowd, holding the title high above his head.

West: And there's that Undisputed Championship. For those just tuning in-- no, Mannie is not the champion. The title belt was technically stolen from its owner, Aubrey J. Parker, earlier tonight. Now it’s been basically the subject of an intense game of hot-potato.

Mannie finally leans out of the ring, handing the stolen Undisputed Championship belt to Jacinta, who grins as she accepts it, lying it across her shoulder.

Triple Threat Match
Young Mannie vs Sally Talfourd vs Shadow

The bell rings and Sally and Shadow both look at Mannie. Mannie’s eyes widen as both competitors rush him toward the corner-- and he slides out of the ring, hiding behind Alec Quartermain! Sally starts to exit the ring, but pauses as Quartermain steps toward her. Shadow drops down out of the ring and turns, ready to get in Alec’s face… but Shadow fails to see Mannie crawl under the ring, only to crawl back out behind him as Shadow and Quartermain begin to jaw off! Mannie hits Shadow with a hard running impact Dropkick to the back that sends Shadow careening into the barricade!

West: Shadow’s down, and Sally watched the whole thing-- but look!

Quartermain and Mannie turn around, and the crowd roars in approval as Sally leaps from the top turnbuckle, crashing down on both of them with a Cross Body!

West: And Sally Talfourd takes Mannie and his bodyguard down with a HIGH Cross Body! Now she just has to get Mannie back in the ring!

Mannie groans as Sally “helps” him to his feet, driving knees into his sternum all the while. She manages to get his upper-body into the ring and goes to lift his legs up next-- but Mannie nails a hard knee to her temple! Sally cries out in pain and stumbles back. Mannie rolls into the ring and Sally quickly slides in after him, still holding her head in pain, but Mannie dives on top of her hitting vicious, clubbing forearm blows to the base of her neck, back of her head, and upper-back. He forces her upward in a front facelock and lifts Sally up in a Vertical Suplex position, to a loud mixed reaction from the crowd!

West: I think Mannie’s going for that modified Piledriver he calls Death By Mannie! No-- wait, look!

Mannie doesn’t see Shadow roll into the opposite side of the ring, but Shadow sprints at him and delivers a vicious Big Boot! Mannie collapses and Sally falls, landing on her back! Shadow drops down and covers Mannie to the delight of the crowd!

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Sally breaks it up, just barely, diving on top of Shadow and shoving him off of Mannie!

West: So close! God, what a vicious kick by Shadow right to the face of Young Mannie! I thought for sure he was unconscious! Sally saved this match for herself!

Shadow hits Sally with a few clubbing blows to the back that keep her still on the canvas. Shadow lifts Mannie up and Irish Whips him across the ring, catching him with a Powerslam on the rebound! Mannie arches his back in pain and groans, slapping the mat in agony. He rolls to the ropes and climbs to his feet, turning to face Shadow-- but Shadow charges him, nailing a vicious Running Lariat that takes Mannie over the top rope and to the floor! Jacinta quickly runs over to check on Mannie, concerned. Shadow then turns his attention toward Sally Talfourd, who climbs to her feet in the center in the ring. Shaking his head, Shadow moves forward and delivers a hard stomp to her ribcage to a mixed reaction from Beijing. He positions her in a standing headscissors and then lifts Sally, going for a Powerbomb-- but Sally wraps her legs around Shadow’s neck and grabs his arm! Shadow sinks down to a knee, groaning in pain as Sally locks in the standing headscissors armbar!

West: And Sally has Shadow in the COTS! Sally reverses the Powerbomb! Shadow might have to submit right here!

Shadow groans in pain in the hold and the referee asks if he’ll submit-- but Shadow refuses! Shadow, hunched over, tries to rise to his feet-- but suddenly, Mannie hops onto the apron and dives into the ring through the ropes, performing Rolling Thunder into a Fameasser to the back of Shadow’s skull, driving Shadow to the canvas! Sally still has the hold applied, but Mannie rises to his feet and delivers a low spinning elbow to her jaw that knocks her to the canvas!

West: And look at the athleticism by Young Mannie! Sally and Shadow might both be out!

Mannie covers Sally, hooking both legs!

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West: Almost!

The crowd roars as Sally kicks out, but Mannie wastes no time pushing Shadow onto his back and hooking his far leg!

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West: And Mannie is beside himself! He thought he had it, and I don’t blame him!

Mannie forces Sally up by the hair and then nails a Snap Suplex, driving her down on top of Shadow! Shadow rolls toward the ropes and Mannie follows up, going for another Impact Dropkick-- but Shadow dives out of the way and low-bridges the middle rope, forcing Mannie to sail right out of the ring and land spine-first on the floor at Jacinta’s feet! Jacinta shrieks and drops down to check on Mannie while Shadow rises to his feet in the ring with a smirk on his face. He turns around and Sally Talfourd charges at him, going for a high knee-- but Shadow captures her and drops her rib-first across the top rope! Sally groans in pain, suspended there for a moment. Shadow grabs her off of the ropes, perfectly into a Full Nelson, and then slams her back-first to the mat! Sally rolls across the ring, gasping for air. Shadow takes a moment, resting on his knee to catch his breath.

West: And now the Hall of Famer, Shadow, is in control!

Shadow lifts Sally up and Irish Whips her into the ropes-- but Sally holds onto the ropes to prevent the rebound! Shadow charges at her, and Sally gets both feet up, catching Shadow under the chin! Shadow stumbles back, and Sally charges him, hitting a Spinning Wheel Kick to the temple!

West: Desperation counter there by Sally, and now all three competitors are down!

The crowd manages to get a ”SALLY!” chant rolling, but the damage seems to have been done. By the time she begins stirring, Shadow is already making his way to his feet as well. Sally hits Shadow with a few hard forearms to the side of the head as he rises to his feet-- but he easily shoves her down with his right hand. Sally rolls over her shoulder, back to her feet and runs at Shadow, nailing a high knee between the eyes that knocks Shadow roughly into the corner!

West: And now Sally Talfourd is hitting the big man with everything she’s got! Shadow might’ve just been knocked silly!

Sally charges at Shadow and hits yet another high knee in the corner, this time in the jaw! She grabs him by the hair and delivers a double-knee facebreaker out of the corner!

West: Shadow might be out! Sally’s trying, doing everything in her power to get him on his back… and… yes! Cover!

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Shadow pops his shoulder off of the canvas right before the three. Sally sits up, groaning in frustration. She backs up to the ropes and climbs to the second. Shadow is on a knee and Sally leaps off, going for a Leg Drop-- but Shadow pivots and stands upright, catching her in mid-air and driving her to the canvas with a Powerbomb… but latches onto her, lifting her up once more, and driving her to the ground with a second Powerbomb, this time in a jackknife style!

West: GOOD LORD! WHAT A DOUBLE POWERBOMB!

Shadow bends down over Sally-- but out of nowhere, Mannie slides into the ring and catches Shadow with a Schoolboy, hooking the tights, completely legal in the confines of a triple threat!

West: Mannie’s gonna steal it!

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Mannie grunts in frustration as Shadow kicks out. He shoots the ropes and comes back toward Shadow for a Clothesline-- but Shadow counters with a Running Shoulder Block! Mannie is thrown onto his stomach from the impact of the maneuver, but runs at Shadow anyway-- and Shadow captures him by the throat! Mannie’s eyes widen and Shadow lifts him into the air for a Chokeslam!

West: Mannie’s about to get Chokeslammed right through the ring!

...but Mannie counters in mid-air and throws himself to land behind Shadow! He shoves Shadow into the ropes, and Shadow rebounds, going for a back-elbow on Mannie, but he ducks and nails a roundhouse kick to the back of Shadow’s head! Groggily, Shadow stumbles forward and Mannie spins him around, nailing a stiff European Uppercut, followed by a series of slaps and a second roundhouse kick! Shadow drops down to a knee and Mannie shoots the ropes, hitting Shadow with a running knee to the jaw that takes him face-first to the mat!

West: That’s a beautiful series that Mannie calls the Total Recall! Shadow’s out! Mannie’s got the cover!

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West: SALLY TALFOURD!

The crowd roars as Sally Talfourd sails from the top turnbuckle with a Splash to the back of Mannie’s head and neck! Mannie rolls off of Shadow! Sally holds her ribs in the center of the ring for a moment and then rolls to collect the pin on Shadow instead! The crowd roars as the referee, still on his knees, makes the count!

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West: And Shadow kicks out once more! Sally Talfourd is back up-- but look, so is Mannie!

Sally climbs to her feet, using the ropes. Mannie runs at her from behind, jumping into the air, going for the Reverse Bulldog known as the Fatal Attraction-- but Sally grabs the top rope and Mannie lands back-first on the ground, hitting nothing but mat! Sally steals a look behind her and then goes for a Standing Moonsault on Mannie, but Mannie gets his knees up and counters with an Inside Cradle!

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West: And again, those ribs of Sally Talfourd take punishment, but she survives in this triple threat.

Mannie and Sally are both to their feet. Mannie goes for a roundhouse kick to Sally, but she ducks-- and Mannie’s leg is caught by Shadow, who now rises to his feet! Shadow pulls Mannie close and catches him with a Chokeslam! The crowd roars as Mannie rolls toward the center of the ring and Shadow turns back toward Sally, but he’s hit with a hard kick to the stomach, forcing him to double over, followed by a Corkscrew Neckbreaker! Sally hooks the near leg for the cover!

West: Danger Zone by Sally! Shadow’s neck has been bent in all the wrong directions.

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Sally climbs to her feet and observes Shadow and Mannie who are both lying on the mat in agony… but she soon turns her attention to the ramp as several members of the audience rise to their feet, turning toward the entryway, where an enraged Aubrey J. Parker stands at the top of the ramp, looking down at the three competitors.

West: And there’s the Undisputed Champion!

Sally keeps an eye on Parker, shaking her head at her before turning her attention back toward her opponents-- but Mannie is up to his feet and nails Sally with a Rolling Koppu Kick! His boot connects with her head and takes her through the ropes, to the apron and down to the floor! Mannie climbs to his feet and turns around, but he walks right into a lifting Spinebuster from Shadow! Shadow roars into the already rowdy audience and then signals for the end. He bends down and forces Mannie to his feet. Shadow signals for the end and then positions Mannie for a standing headscissors before flipping him up, and over his shoulders, preparing for the Outsider’s Edge Powerbomb.

West: And Mannie’s about to fall victim to the Eclipse!

...however, Mannie drops down behind Shadow!

West: Wait, Mannie’s free!

Mannie leaps into the air and drives Shadow with with the Reverse Bulldog!

West: Fatal Attraction!

And in that same instance, Sally Talfourd, one hand favoring her hurt ribs, slingshots herself over the top rope and toward the turnbuckles to hit a Springboard Corkscrew Moonsault across Young Mannie as soon as he lands alongside Shadow! Mannie writhes in agony and Sally hooks both of his legs for the pin!

West: HAPPY ENDING!

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Mannie kicks out just after the count of three, and Sally rolls away from him and rises to her knees with a smile on her face.

Stenfelder: And your winner… SALLLLYYY TAAAALLFOUURRRRD!

Sally allows the referee to raise her hand in the air, but her eyes shoot toward Aubrey J. Parker who begins to make a beeline toward the ring, a glare in her eyes. Sally rises to her feet and glares right back at Parker.

West: I think the champ is gonna go after Sally right here, right now!

Instead of entering the ring, Aubrey makes a sharp turn at the last second and makes her way around toward the timekeeper-- but freezes as a figure jumps over the barricade, through the screaming Beijing crowd and turns toward her.

West: It’s Terry Marvin!

Aubrey looks at Terry in shock and Terry backs away from her with a grin on his face and then turns, grabbing the Undisputed Championship from the referee! Mannie and Aubrey J. Parker both scream in unison. Mannie slides out of the ring after Terry and Aubrey makes a lunge at him, but Terry steps on the timekeeper and throws himself over the barricade, back into the crowd! He sprints up the stairs with the title around his shoulder!

West: And now Terry Marvin’s the one escaping with the championship!

AJP watches in horror as Marv moves through the Chinese fans that simply pat him on the back and shoulder as he moves past them, up the stairs. She then hops up onto the barricade, ready to go after him-- but out of nowhere, Mannie rushes AJP from behind and takes her to the ground on the outside with the Fatal Attraction! AJP is folded up on the outside and the audience responds with a loud mixed reaction!

West: And Mannie with the Fatal Attraction to AJP on the outside! The way he’s acting-- you’d think it was his championship Terry Marvin just got away with!

The crowd boos Mannie as Alec Quartermain and Jacinta raise his arms into the air as he stands above the fallen Undisputed Champion.

West: Sally Talfourd picks up the win here tonight in the triple threat match-- but who has the momentum heading into One Night in Hell?! Mannie just laid out the Undisputed Champion, and Terry Marvin has the Undisputed Championship!

The trio make their way away from the ring, shooting glares at Shadow and Sally Talfourd, who both keep a close eye on them from inside the ring. Mannie and company make their way up the ramp, toward the back as we fade away.

[biggs]

As Asylum comes back onto the air, former Asylum General Manager Reginald Schmidt is at the announce table with Steve Beckett.

Reginald: Welcome back, folks. Can I just say that it’s a huge honor to be able to join you out here tonight, Steve, to call the rest of the matches tonight!

Beckett rolls his eyes.

Beckett: The pleasure is all yours. Where idd Shane go?

Reginald: He had to go use the restroom.

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The arena lights suddenly fade to black and on the tron a visual image appears that reads “Please Stand By.”



Suddenly the screen fills with static.



Suddenly the lights in the arena start flickering. At this point Michael Jennings comes out from the back alone holding an electric lantern. He walks to the ring before standing in front of the ring steps.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 240 pounds, from the Pacific Palisades, California, representing The Black Hand, Michael Jennings!

Reginald: It comes down to this, Michael Jennings versus Biggs, where the winner gets the numbers advantage for their team inside War Games!

Beckett: We probably should have said this earlier tonight, but just to educate those of you who may not be familiar with a War Games match, it’s a contest fought between two-teams inside two rings that are covered with a Double Wide Cell with a low ceiling. The match starts with two compeitors, and every two minutes, another wrestler enters War Games. Whichever team gets the opportunity to have their guys enter first will be a huge advantage!

He climbs onto the ring steps with a devious smile on his face. He then blows out the lantern. At this point the lights turn back on in the arena and Michael climbs into the ring after setting down the lantern. He is back to wearing his black ring jacket but there’s a new addition to it, the logo of The Black Hand on the back. He takes off the ring jacket and awaits his opponent.

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



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

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 217 pounds, from Seattle, Washington, representing The Space Cowboys, Biggs!

Reginald: Michael Jennings and Biggs have had a personal beef that has extended over these past few months to encompass the rest of The Black Hand, Biggs’ friend C.J. Gates, and Foul Play! It’s all going to come to a head inside War Games!

Beckett: Right now, the series between Biggs and Jennings is tied at one victory apiece, so not only are they fighting tonight for their respective teams, but they’re also fighting for bragging rights!

Biggs reaches the ring, and hops up onto the apron before slingshotting himself over the top rope and into the ring. He then raises his arms once more, his fingers extended to signify that he’s #1, prompting blue fireworks to shoot out of the turnbuckles! The lights come back on as he removes his ring jacket and shades. Before he can get them off, Jennings is right on him, beating him down with clubbing blows from behind! The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Michael Jennings vs. Biggs

Reginald: There’s no love loss between these two, as Jennings gets right to beating down Biggs! Also, as a reminder to the fans at home, all other members of The Black Hand, The Space Cowboys, and Foul Play have been banned from ringside here tonight!

Biggs still has his jacket on as Jennings pulls it up over his head like it was a Hockey Sweater, and he pummels the snot out of Biggs, backing “The Spaceman” into the corner! With the jacket still over Biggs face, Jennings gives him several hard Shoulder Tackles in the corner, targeting the midsection and ribs of Biggs! He then pulls Biggs out of the corner and sends him to the mat with a Side Headlock Takedown! The fans boo Jennings more as he rips the jacket off of Biggs, tearing it heavily in the process, and using it to whip Biggs across the back!

Beckett: Now I know a lot of you at home are wondering how effective it can be to whip somebody with a leather jacket, but considering all the rhinestones and embellishments Biggs has on his jacket, well, you can bet that’s going to leave a mark or two across his back!

The ref yells for Jennings to quit using the jacket, but before he complies, Jennings kneels down, placing his knee between Biggs’ shoulder blades and wrapping the coat around Biggs’ neck, choking him! The ref counts to four, and Jennings gets rid of the jacket, tossing it from the ring!

Reginald: I’m surprised the ref didn’t disqualify Jennings there for his use of Biggs’ jacket!

Beckett: The ref knows that things are going to be ugly between Jennings and Biggs, and he’s made the decision to just let them fight it out here tonight! I love it!

As Biggs coughs on the mat, Jennings gives him a few kicks to the ribs, causing Biggs to roll closer to the apron. Jennings then gets a hold of the top rope, and proceeds to stomp a Mudhole into “The Spaceman!” The fans are booing loudly, but Biggs wisely rolls out of the ring to escape further punishment. Biggs holds his back in pain as he walks along ringside, and Jennings follows him out to the floor, charging at Biggs from behind! “The Spaceman” shows that he was lulling Jennings into a false sense of security, and turns around right in time to give Jennings a Drop Toe Hold that sends him face first into the steel steps!

Beckett: That should be a disqualification right there! Biggs deliberately did that!

Reginald: And Jennings didn’t deliberately choke Biggs with his own jacket?

Biggs pulls Jennings up by the hair and bounces his head off the apron before rolling him back into the ring and hopping up onto the apron. Biggs grabs a hold of the top rope with both hands, and pulls off a Slingshot Flipping Leg Drop, dropping the leg right across the throat of Jennings! He covers Jennings, 1
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Reginald: Jennings gets his shoulder up after that impressive combination from Biggs!

The fans are on their feet, chanting “BIGGS! BIGGS! BIGGS!” as “The Spaceman” reaches down to pull Jennings up. The cheers turn to boos as Jennings Gouges the eyes of Biggs, sending him stumbling backwards! Jennings rises to his feet, and pulls Biggs in for a Snap Suplex! Jennings maintains his hold, and pulls Biggs up for a Vertical Suplex! Again, maintaining the hold, Jennings pulls Biggs up once more, and this time, drives his head into the mat with a Brainbuster! He hooks both legs, 1
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Beckett: This is a back and forth contest, and everything is on the line!

The match continues on, being a back and forth affair, with Biggs speeding things up when he’s on offense, and Jennings slowing things down when he is. A highlight about 14 minutes into the contest sees Biggs leaping off the top rope for a Flying Cross Body, only to eat a Very European Uppercut from Jennings in midair! The fans can’t help but go “AWE!” before booing the attempted pinfall, 1
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Beckett: Jennings is three-fifths of the way through the combination he refers to as his Five Moves of Doom!

Jennings mounts the middle turnbuckle, measures up Biggs, and leaps off, but Biggs interrupts the chain by rolling out of the way! Jennings rubs his elbow in pain as he and Biggs both rise to their feet, with Biggs attacking him with a series of hard kicks to the body and legs! The fans yell “BIGGS!” as each kick connects! “BIGGS! BIGGS! BIGGS! BIGGS! BIGGS! BIGGS! BIGGS!” Biggs eventually gets Jennings down to his knees, and pulls him in for a Short DDT! With Jennings down, Biggs pulls him back up, applies a ¾ Side Headlock, and runs up the ropes, nailing The Bigg Time!

Reginald: The fans are feeling it now! They can sense that Biggs is closing in on this one!

With Jennings down, Biggs makes his way to the top rope, and leaps off for a UFO Frog Splash, but Jennings gets his knees up, driving them into the ribs of Biggs! With Biggs down once more, Jennings mounts the middle turnbuckle and leaps off, nailing Biggs with a Second Rope Elbow Drop! He then grabs a hold of Biggs’ legs, stepping through and turning him over to apply a Sharpshooter!

Beckett: He completed the Five Moves of Doom! And now he’s going to make Biggs tap!

Reginald: Biggs uses the Sharpshooter himself. How ironic would it be for him to tap out to his own move and give The Black Hand the advantage in War Gsmes!

Jennings is screaming for Biggs to tap, while the fans try to will him on! Jennings has the hold in deep though! Biggs grits his teeth, and tries to crawl to the ropes, but Jennings is just too big and strong for him to make much progress. Instead, Biggs reaches back behind himself, hooks Jennings’ heel, and reverses the Sharpshooter into a Sharpshooter of his own! The fans go nuts, but Jennings is quick to crawl to the ropes, and force Biggs to break the hold! Biggs shows a bit of a mean streak, keeping the hold in until a count of four, and as the ref pulls him up and off, Jennings slowly gets to his feet, pulling a pair of Brass Knuckles out of his pants! Biggs tries to point it out to the ref, but the ref is too distracted trying to hold Biggs back. Jennings reaches over the ref and clocks Biggs right in the chin, tossing the evidence quick as a flash before the ref turns around!

Reginald: What a dirty, low down move from Michael Jennings there!

Beckett: Did you see how quick he got rid of those knux!? That was impressive!

Just to add insult to injury, Jennings pulls the knocked out Biggs up to his feet and delivers the Empire Falls Diamond Cutter, pinning Biggs, 1
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Winner: Michael Jennings

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, via pinfall, Michael Jennings!

Reginald: What a croc! What a dirty, underhanded way to win a match!

Beckett: But he won, and that’s what is important here! Michael Jennings just secured The Black Hand the advantage heading into One Night in Hell!

Reginald: What a travesty! A crime!

Beckett: You’ve already made your point…

Reginald: That ratfink! That charlatan!

Beckett: You can shut up now…

Reginald: That cheat! That liar!

Beckett: I’ve had enough of this…

From out of nowhere, Steve Beckett punches Reginald right in the chin! As seen in his two prior matches with Raab, Reginald still has a glass jaw, and he’s out like a light!

Beckett: Alright, folks, I’ll be calling the rest of the action tonight by myself! Get this bum out of here! Oh wait, what’s happening in the ring!?

By this point, the three other members of The Black Hand, Chris Madison, Stefan Raab, and Niobe Martin have emerged from the crowd and stormed the ring, joining Jennings in stomping the living daylights out of Biggs!

Beckett: They’re trying to soften up Biggs before One Night in Hell! Since the last match of the Two-Out-of-Three series is over, the ringside ban for both teams is done!

They’re laying the boots to Biggs, and the fans are booing their lungs out, but the crowd switches to cheers as C.J. Gates, Jason Kash, and Reaver rush down the ramp! Jennings stays on Biggs as the rest of the Black Hand disengages to intercept! Raab and C.J. pair off, while Madison takes on Reaver! Kash backs Martin into the ropes and clotheslines her over, allowing him to come to Biggs’ aid! C.J. and Reaver manage to toss Raab and Reaver out of the ring! The fans are cheering as Jennings finds himself alone in the ring with The Space Cowboys and Foul Play! The three men standing begin to surround Jennings, as he backs up into the ropes!

Beckett: Jennings could be in trouble here!

Madison and Raab reach in and grab Jennings by the legs, pulling him down and dragging him out of the ring before Gates & Foul Play can get him. The Black Hand jaws off with Kash & Reaver, while Gates helps Biggs to his feet. Madison, Martin, Raab & Jennings decide that discretion is the better part of valor, and make their way up the ramp.

Beckett: These eight competitors are in for hell as they look to enter War Games in just two weeks! Foul Play & The Space Cowboys may be standing tall right now, but they go into the match at a disadvantage!

The Black Hand glares towards the ring, while Biggs, Gates, Kash, and Reaver line up against the ropes and return their trash talk! APW Asylum goes to a commercial break!

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The scene opens inside of The Dying Breed’s locker room. NewGen Rising are present once again and are seated at uncomfortable looking desks as the Tag Team Champions stand in front of a white dry erase board reviewing tonight’s agenda for the eight man tag team match later. Savage speaks up as Bailey passionately scribbles away on the board.

Jace Savage: Ummm…Bailey?

Bailey, continuing to write and not looking away from the board even once, responds.

Anthony Bailey: Yes?

Jace Savage: Are the desks really necessary bro? I feel like I’m in high school all over again.

Hopkins smirks and chimes in.

Jair Hopkins: You see guys, the desks are metaphorical. You remain humble in life and in this business by being a student who is evolving. One that is evolving is learning, not stagnant.

Anthony Bailey: Metaphors and analogies are a profound way to communicate an idea, that’s all. Please don’t take it personal because that wasn’t our intent.

NewGen Rising seem to still not quite understand the point, but for the sake of expedition, Savage complies with a head nod.

Jace Savage: Ohhh okay, I gotcha…

Bailey exhales loudly.

Anthony Bailey: Ah, there we go!

Looking like he missed his calling in life as a sports coach, Bailey proceeds to explain what all of the X’s and O’s on the board mean.

Krown and Murphy will most likely be camping out right around…here. But be sure to keep your peripheral attentive because Sentinel and even Tyler won’t be too far off from...well...around here. Blood is Blood, so expect him to be functioning in his sneaky manner around here…

Confident that they got their point across clearly, Hopkins intervenes one last time.

Jair Hopkins: Any questions?

Savage and Hollywood both shake their heads.

Anthony Bailey: Alright cool. Hands in everyone for Dying Breed and NewGen Rising on three. One…two…three!

Everyone: DYING BREED AND NEWGEN RISING!

The scene fades to black as The Dying Breed look excited while NewGen Rising look unenthusiastic as ever.

Our cameras fade into the back, where the crowd responds with a loud, but very indecisive reaction at the appearance of Tyler Harrison. He is seated on a folding chair in the back with headphones encompassing his ears, hooked up to an iPod. With his eyes closed, he nods gently to the music, humming a tune to himself, unaware of the door opening behind him, allowing light from the corridor to flood into the room, and then closing again.

The Unforgiven enters the room, setting off a far more decisive reaction: boos and catcalls. Blood takes a look at the swaying Tyler and rolls his eyes, heading over to the couch with Rayne and taking a seat. Sentinel leans against the wall with his arms folded, looking to be in deep thought about something or other. Talon is the one that walks over and taps Tyler on the shoulder to get his attention.

Talon: Wake up.

Tyler looks over his shoulder-- and is a bit alarmed to see the four members of the Unforgiven, looking so comfortable around him. He quickly pulls the headphones from his ears and drops them to the floor, though he is a bit slower when it comes to rising to his feet and facing the quartet.

Tyler: Hah, heyyyy... sup guys? Sentinel, I see you've gone back to using herbal conditioner.

The big man's brow quirks and he reaches up to run a hand through his loose black hair before staring at said hand for a moment. Talon rolls her eyes at Tyler.

Talon: Can we be serious for a moment?

Tyler: Maybe one, if you don't hit me.

Lady Rayne: You're thinking about it, aren't you?

Zachariah turns to her with a snort and shrugs his shoulders.

Zachariah Blood: Guilty.

Talon: Enough, you two.

The elder sister stares at the pair on the sofa who look almost comically affronted before going back to their quiet conversation while her attention goes back to Tyler.

Talon: I've been talking to the so-called suits about your contract...

Tyler looks toward the ground, his eyes moving as quickly as his thoughts before he looks back up toward Talon again. The look on his face is indistinguishable, but clearly full of nerves.

Tyler: Yeah? And... and what's the news?

Talon: They're...receptive to you competing again. Think it will bring in ratings for novelty alone and perhaps a little in the way of merchandising opportunities. What that means for us personally is that after One Night in Hell...the real work begins.

Tyler laughs a little, looking aound at the four members-- but soon stops when he realizes that nobody is joining him in his laughter.

Tyler: Wait. Seriously? You guys are... seriously considering this? I mean-- I-- I haven't been in the ring since 2008, ha. I don't think I've been in a gym since Obama's reelection.

Talon smirks slightly.

Talon: So what, then? You expected to be a lackey for us instead of Aubrey Parker? You thought this would end with you being treated like a third-class citizen as you have been for most of your life? No, Tyler, you were brought in because we see potential...someone else capable of carrying gold in this place, same as us. And considering the way all the cowards mass their forces against us when we get anywhere close to championship success, such as the Dying Breed and NewGen? Another hand on deck isn't a bad idea. Besides, I think you have something to prove, some pent-up aggression to get out of your system. Am I right?

Tyler doesn't respond verbally to Talon. He simply stares at her, with all traces of humor fading from his face. His eyes narrow as she speaks, and his jaw tightens at these last few words. His hands clench into fists, perhaps unbeknownst to himself, and he turns, finally breaking his gaze, looking away from Talon.

Talon: I thought as much. Your time as some low-paid minion is done, Tyler. We will show you what you're truly capable of and then...you'll show the world. So long as you pull your weight in this group you have no excuse for not succeeding.

Sentinel nods once from where he stands and while Rayne and Blood are in their own little world, they feel Talon's stare and nod in agreement as well.

Tyler: I'll more than pull my weight.

Tyler gives a short laugh and looks up at Talon and then toward Blood... then over toward Sentinel.

Tyler: I'll do what you ladies haven't been able to do. I'm gonna lead the Unforgiven toward a Tag Team Championship. And then... and then I'm gonna show you exactly why Tyler Harrison is a champion player.

An arm is thrust out to keep Rayne from rising from the sofa and coming toward Tyler, an arm belonging to Talon. She fixes a hard stare on Harrison for a moment, then lowers her arm. Rayne stays back but hasn't taken kindly to the comment.

Talon: Impressive enthusiasm. Keep that in mind when the training begins. But remember that while you are no lackey here, you still have yet to earn your spot. Until you step in that ring again, you follow our lead. Got that?

Tyler's eyes remain steadily on Rayne and then they travel toward Talon. He gives a small nod, but again, doesn't say a word. There are still small traces of a smile on his face, but he doesn't make another effort to prod the quartet before him.

Beckett: Soon, the Unforgiven teams up with Connor Krown and Gabriel Murphy to take on the Tag Team Champions and NewGen Rising in eight-man tag action, right after the break. It's gonna be explosive!

We fade to black on the five occupants in the room.

[biggs]

Asylum comes back on the air with Shane West rejoining Steve Beckett at the announce table.

Beckett: That was some restroom break you took there, Shane. Left me stuck with Reginald Schmidt, you bum!

West: It's not my fault I ran into a high school girlfriend on the way to the wash room, but it is my fault that I spent half-an-hour with her.

Beckett: You sly dog, you!

The arena lights go out. “Requiem” by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra & Metallica begin to play. Golden sparks rain from the ceiling, illuminating Connor Murphy, who is standing and looking up with his arms raised in the air, and Gabriel Krown, who is on one knee in front of Murphy, looking up and his arms raised. The lights come back on. Krown gets to his feet, and spins a bit, his robe flying behind him as he turns to stand next to Murphy. The two men walk to the ring, ignoring the jeers and boos from the crowd. The two men climb the stairs and walk along the apron before entering the ring. In the middle of the ring, the two strike the same pose as they did at the entrance. Krown gets to his feet and the two climb the turnbuckles to pose. Dismounting, the two move to their corner and disrobe.

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an eight man tag team match and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…hailing from Atlanta, Georgia and Denver, Colorado and weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty two pounds…SANG RÉAL!

The arena lights fade to a dim level as the opening to Rammstein's "Feuer Frei" starts up. As the chours is belted out several seconds later, the lights go up in orange and red as spotlights sweep stage and arena. The Sisters of Suffering, Talon and Lady Rayne, come out onto the stage and stop at the top of the ramp on either side. Moments later, Sentinel and Zachariah Blood make their entrance as well, the latter standing before the former with tattooed arms stretched out to his sides while the former stands with his head lowered.

"Bang, bang!
Bang, bang!"

The lyrics prompt the emission of fire from the stage which leads to the foursome storming down the ramp with a purpose. Zachariah rushes the apron and leaps onto it as Sentinel pulls himself up via the ropes. Talon and Rayne link their arms as their charges take the other two, lifting both sisters up simultaneously and holding the ropes open as they enter.

Stenfelder Accompanied to the ring by Lady Rayne and Talon, competing tonight at a combined weight of 500 pounds, the team of Zachariah Blood and Sentinel...THE UNFORGIVEN!

"Gefährlich das gebrannte Kind,
Mit Feuer das vom Leben trennt,
Ein heisser Schrei,
Bäng bäng,
Feuer frei!"

The ladies slink into the ring in a sultry fashion, standing back to back before the ropes as their men ascend the turnbuckles. Sentinel holds his arms out wide, head tilted back as he soaks up the negative reaction while Zachariah milks it even further, letting out a roaring battle cry and hurling epithets at the fans which are lost in the tumlut. They drop down, once more hold the ropes so the sisters can exit to the outside, then turn to the task at hand. Zachariah sits on the top turnbuckle, Sentinel before him, both eager to begin.

“Indestructible” plays as The NewGen Rising makes their way from the back. Brian Hollywood and Jace Savage walk out onto the stage. The crowd cheers as they make their way to the ring. Each member goes to a different set of stairs, located at each corner of the ring. Both members walk up the stairs at the same time. They wipe their feet on the ring apron and climb in between the ropes. Hollywood and Jace go to opposite corners, the fans cheers more as they raise their arms, and play it up for the crowd.

Stenfelder: Introducing our next team…from Los Angeles, California and weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and forty two pounds, they are one of the number one contenders for the Tag Team Titles…NEWGEN RISING!

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

The chorus and intro to “The World Is Yours” blares open through the speakers of the complex as the cheers are for the arrival of “The Dying Breed”. The two young, aspiring talents come from the back, spotlight focused on them as they walk with their Tag Team Titles, style, and grace while slapping the hands of their adored fans. Those of the haters are ignored as the two make their way towards the ring.

Stenfelder: And lastly…from Tampa, Florida and the Bronx, New York and weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and thirty five pounds, they are the APW Tag Team Champions of the world…THE DYING BREED!

As the introduction ceases, the men climb and roll into the ring as it’s a simple wave to the crowd before going to each corner of the ring, standing on the second turnbuckle, with their arms in the air. They look around before dropping down simultaneously. They come together back to the center of the ring, ready to take care of business.

West: The feud for the Tag Team Titles have reached its boiling point these past few weeks and I cannot wait to see the fall out on the twenty-seventh of this month at One Night In Hell!

Beckett: I personally cannot WAIT to see these Dying Breed clowns finally lose the titles. Six months is long enough and The Unforgiven have been putting in work while these guys have vowed to remain keeping it “real” in the hood. You want to know what’s real? The Unforgiven being awarded what they rightfully deserve.

The Dying Breed & NewGen Rising vs. The Unforgiven & Sang Réal

Gabriel Krown and Brian Hollywood start things off here in Beijing as they lock up and Krown knees Hollywood in the midsection before the opportunity arises for him to be overpowered. Krown then drops a stern elbow across the back of his hunched over opponent's neck. Hollywood drops to his hands and knees as Krown comes off of the ropes with a knee smash right to his face. Krown drags Hollywood to the corner and props his head up on the bottom turnbuckle with his face looking upward. Krown shoves his boot across Hollywood's throat choking him. He holds it there until the referee reaches the number four in his count to five. Krown slowly steps away with his hands high in the air trying to play the innocent role. Tyler Harrison, from the outside, lands a cheap shot across the face of Brian Hollywood as the referee is occupied with Gabriel Krown and the fans loudly express their dissatisfaction by booing Tyler. Tyler smirks, whistles, and traverses in the opposite direction like nothing happened.

West: This guy has some serious nerve I tell ya.

Beckett: Choose your words wisely, Shane. You can’t bad mouth a Harrison. They’re like the royal family of professional wrestling so it just isn’t wise.

West: Royal family? That’s kind of a stretch there isn’t it?

Beckett: No, it’s not a stretch at all. The Harrisons are like the Jacksons, the Bradys, the Partridges, and the Osmonds all rolled into one…except just a bit cooler.

Not letting up, Krown grabs Hollywood's legs and drags him away from the corner. Krown tries to turn him over onto his stomach but they slightly struggle with one another before Hollywood quickly forces Krown back a few inches with his feet. This buys Hollywood a split second to stand up as he charges at Krown and lands a perfectly executed twisting neckbreaker! They both bounce off of the mat from the impact as Hollywood stands back up before Krown. Looking to conserve his energy for what appears like it'll be a brutal match, Hollywood walks over to his team's corner and tags in Jair Hopkins to a huge pop from the crowd. Bailey cheers on his tag team partner as J-Hop leaps over the top rope and charges at Gabriel Krown, who is now on his feet. Forearm smash from J-Hop as Krown loses balance and stumbles into the nearest turnbuckle. Being the perfect setup for J-Hop's signature Stinger Splash, Krown dodges the move by the hair of his chin and moves aside. Krown grabs J-Hop before he collapses to the mat and rams his head into the turnbuckle again to add insult to injury before he tags in his partner, Zachariah Blood.

Beckett: Uh oh! It's about to be a wrap for I-Hop over there.

West: Come on Steve, I believe that our Tap Out Champion and one half of our longest reigning Tag Team Champions ever deserves a bit more respect than that.

Beckett: What's so respectable about being in the shadow of Anthony Bailey? All the gold in the world couldn't even doll that pitiful fact up enough.

West: What is it that you have against Hopkins exactly?

Beckett: Well it's obvious that you must not follow the illustrious agent of former Raab-A-Mania GM Stefan Raab on Twitter. Hopkins has yet to even defend the Tap Out Title, so that's not a champion in my eyes. Terry Marvin? AJP? Now THEY are real champions.

West: So that's what this is about? The quantity and frequency of title defenses a champion should be involved in?

Beckett: This isn't about that at all. This is about Mr. Raab's agent speaking the truth, but ignorant people like you simply choosing to ignore what's evident. Come see the light my friend, he's one of the best agents in the business! I admire his honesty.

West rolls his eyes as Zachariah Blood becomes the legal man and takes control of the match. Uppercut on J-Hop as he clutches his neck. Atomic drop by Blood, which is followed by a single leg takedown on J-Hop. Blood picks him up and delivers a belly to belly suplex as Hopkins' one inch smaller frame crash lands into the mat. Blood pursues to relentlessly punish the Tap Out Champion with various vicious strikes to the chest and head. Blood off of the ropes with a knee drop into the sternum of J-Hop. Hopkins shrieks as Blood hooks his leg...

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Blood darts his eyes towards Bailey as he continues his onslaught. He picks Hopkins up and whips him into the ropes....Blood with a flying lariat....NO!! Hopkins rolls under it and connects with a gut kick out of desperation. J-Hop hits Blood with an inverted DDT as Tyler Harrison pound his fists on the mat in dismay from outside of the ring. Hopkins hobbles over to Anthony Bailey and tags him in as he enters the ring to a thunderous pop! Bailey enters through the middle rope and immediately goes to work. Right after left to the face of Zachariah Blood as Bailey lifts him up and slams him to the mat. Not wanting Bailey to gain the upperhand, Connor Murphy illegally enters the ring and charges at Bailey. Hopkins alerts Bailey with a scream from the apron and Bailey turns around and ducks Murphy’s attempted clothesline. Bailey kicks Murphy in the midsection and grabs him by the back of his head before launching him to the outside over the top rope. Gabriel Krown enters the ring to avenge his partner but Jair Hopkins intercepts him before he can do anything.

West: And all hell has just broken loose here in Beijing! Let’s see if the referee can maintain control.

Beckett: Of course it has, it’s Beijing for crying out loud!

With everything going on and the ref on the brink of regaining oversight of the match, Bailey loses focus and Zachariah Blood is allowed the opportunity to tag in his fresh partner, Sentinel. Bailey, who is occupied as he and Hopkins double team Krown, is struck from behind by Sentinel. The Silent Destroyer lifts Bailey up for a chokeslam and ferociously slams him to the mat. Sentinel boots Hopkins out of the ring and scowls at NewGen Rising making sure they don’t try anything. Krown rolls outside of the ring and still hungry for action, he and Murphy walk over to Hopkins and Hollywood and initiate some contact with them. Sentinel returns his attention towards Bailey, who is still lying on the mat. He picks Bailey up and goes for a powerbomb…right fist by Bailey! And another! And another! Sentinel begins to lose his balance as Bailey’s next punch is enough to put the big man down. Bailey runs towards the ropes…Lionsault off of the middle rope and he connects perfectly!! Bailey remains on top of Sentinel for the pin.

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Tyler Harrison, a big time Anthony Bailey fan, hops onto the apron and screams at Bailey to leave Sentinel alone. Bailey stares at Tyler as he rises to his feet. Bailey runs towards Tyler, whose eyes have grown to rival the size of the moon. Spinning punch by Bailey on Tyler Harrison and Tyler goes flying off of the ring apron as the fans erupt!

Beckett: Bailey can forget about his invite to the next Harrison family barbecue! This is pathetic, Tyler wasn’t even doing anything wrong. He was just cheering him on.

West: Are you blind Steve? He was trying to distract him.

Beckett: Tyler bought and read that God awful book of Bailey’s last Christmas so if I were Bailey, I’d be a little more generous.

Sentinel, who was lurking since he had risen back to his feet, catches Bailey off guard and gains the upperhand once again. Sentinel starts to work on the left knee of Bailey, making it difficult for him to stand. Repeated stomps by Sentinel as he continues to do harm to The Promise. A weakening Bailey looks over to Savage, whose hand isn’t even extended, because he is the last fresh man on his team. Bailey does his best to fend off Sentinel by striking him with his infamous savate kick. This buys some time for Bailey as he staggers over to Savage, who suddenly spits in his face and steps down from the apron.

West: What in the world was that for?

Bailey, rubbing his knee and looking puzzled while wiping the spit from his eyes, gawks at Savage right before Sentinel turns him around to astonish him with a BLACK SUNSET!! That’s all that she wrote. Sentinel hooks Bailey’s leg.

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Winner: The Unforgiven & Sang Réal

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners…THE UNFORGIVEN & SANG RÉAL!!!

Rammstein's "Feuer Frei" begins to blast through the PA system once again as the referee raises Sentinel’s hand and Tyler Harrison along with Zachariah Blood and Sang Réal celebrate from the outside of the ring. They all make their way backstage as Hopkins re-enters the ring to check on Bailey as Jace and Brian make their way up the ramp as The Dying Breed is left alone in the ring. NewGen Rising stops at the top of the ramp. Jace motions to one of the sound techs to bring him a mic.

Jace: For weeks NewGen Rising has been saving the Dying Breed's ass. Although I will tell you it's been our plan all along. While we were helping Bailey and Jair so we got close enough to see how they work. Unforgiven has done our dirty work for us. While they more or less concentrated on The Dying Breed we were able to see how each team operates. We learned a great deal on what it takes to beat each team.

Jace hands the mic over to Hollywood.

Brian: I told you. I told everyone! You never know what your going to get with us. Week in and week out we have bee laying our plan out. We used The Unforgiven to beat down TDB, we used The Unforgiven as a distraction. Then believing we were friends TDB showed their true colors. Smug, egotistical little bastards they are. They want to give us their T-shirts? What, like we want to be part of their group? Ha, We are enemies. In fact, I have a little announcement. We know who burnt down Golden Boy Gym! We paid a hansom price, but it was worth it. You guys are not on the top your game, you didn't see this coming. At One Night In Hell we take our spots as the rightful Tag Team Champions. Enjoy the rest of your night boys.

The fans erupt into cheers as Hollywood drops the mic on the ramp. Thinking that their words were well received, they turn around to walk backstage but suddenly “The Smooth One” William D. Williams stops them dead in their tracks!

West: Oh my goodness!!! Look who it is!! NewGen Rising look like they have just seen a ghost!

Beckett: Yeah it’s the guy who only comes around when it’s convenient, whooptidoo…

Savage swings on Williams but Williams quickly ducks as he clobbers Savage with a fist and jukes to the side to dodge Hollywood and take him out as well. Williams leaves behind the fallen bodies of NewGen Rising and rushes down the ramp and slides into the ring to check on his friend. Williams and Hopkins both help Bailey stand to his feet and accompany him backstage as the fans go insane.

West: I don’t understand what just happened here. One Night In Hell’s Triple Threat Tornado Tag Japanese Death Match for the tag Titles just got even more interesting! Who would’ve known that that was even possible?

Beckett: It’s not that you don’t understand, you just don’t want to understand. The Dying Breed will not leave Japan the Tag Team Champions and NewGen Rising has just guaranteed that. I was wondering when those guys would smarten up. Thank God for epiphanies eh?

[biggs]

Amy Zing stands at ringside, looking out to the crowd.

Amy [in Chinese]: "So, was tonight awesome or what?"

The crowd cheers for the action they have seen.

Amy [in Chinese]: "Well then, let's get our main event under way, shall we?"

StenFelder: The following contest is for one fall and it is for the APW Undisputed Championship….

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 AJP’s 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.

Stenfilder: Coming down to the ring now weighing in at 245 pounds and hailing from Las Vegas Nevada, THe Challenger The Real Show TERRY MARVIN!!!!

He then walks down the ramp way jawing at all the fans in the first row before he slides into the ring, hopping onto his knees and holds his arms out to more 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, the referee handing it to the nearest timekeeper.

Becket: THEIF! That title doesn’t belong to you! it never will agian.That title has been passed around all night!

West: TErry lost the title last week but now he looks focused and ready to reclaim it and rebuild his legacy.

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 nearly religiously. She surveys the booing legions of fans with a thoughtful expression upon her face.

Stenfilder: And his opponent, from pleasentton California… she is the APW Undisputed Champion, AUBREY J. PARKER!

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 smirk, 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.

Becket: Tonight she proves that she’s not a fluke, proves that she’s the real deal and continues to hold her Undisputed Champion, denying Terry’s greedy desires.!

West: Perhaps, but Terry has a good point. It’s harder to hold on to that thing than to win it!.

The crowd cheers loudly, ready to explode as Terry Marvin and Aubrey J. Parker meet in the middle of the ring staring each other down. AJP raises her Undisputed Championship and smiles trying to get in Marvin’s head, but he just keeps staring at her, not averting his eyes for one second. She hands the belt off and the stare down continues as the ref is there telling them to get the match going. Finally AJP goes to lock up with Marvin, but he just throws her off and takes her down with a clothesline. She gets back up but he’s there pulling her right up and explodes with a ton of knife edge chops backing her into the corner and forcing the ref to call for a rope break!

West: WHOA! Terry seems to have snapped here and is Taking to AJP hard. He said he was going to break her down, and that’s exactly what he’s trying to do.

Becket: Showing the vicious animal that he really is is more like it. How can the fans cheer this guy?

Marvin backs off a bit as AJP slowly walks out of the corner. Terry explodes again but gets an armdrag for his trouble. Marvin’s back up and flies at AJP with a Spinning Wheel kick that she ducks. He fires off a step up Enziguri that she also ducks and manages to connect with a high angle Dropkick sending him into the corner. She rolls to her feet charges with a headscissors takedown as Terry stumbles out of the corner. She goes for a cover but Terry is out of it after a one count. They’re back to their feet and lock up in the middle of the ring. She ducks behind and pulls him into a hammerlock, he’s quick to counter into a hammerlock of his own. She throws an elbow at his head then rolls out of it into a drop toe hold. She then tries the lock in a modified grapevine of the leg but Terry rolls out of it and kicks her off. He’s back up to his feet and the two pause for another staredown as the crowd goes crazy.

Becket: How’s that for being psychologically ready for this match. AJP has got everything she’s ever wanted. She’s not some lame bitch who will get soft and let that go.

West: She’s definitely ready for this match and I’ve gotta say that all these big matches on Asylum lately…it’s gonna make me sad when we get back to normal!

Terry and AJP circle each other again and then come together. They lock up and AJP again goes right for the hammer lock wrenching up on Terry. Terry manages to duck under and has a Hammer lock of his own. AJP goes for another elbow but Terry ducks it and switches position holding the hammerlock and using AJP’s momentum to have her face to face and he lifts her up and over with a hammerlock Northern Lights Suplex! HE bridges!

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AJP is back up in a hurry and counters a hip toss attempt with a heavy armdrag. Terry gets back up to his feet and AJP nails him with a chop block to the front of the leg that sends him down to one knee. She then runs up to him with a shinning wizard that sends him down hard. She makes a cover.

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West: Back and forth like crazy here folks. These two know each other so well and this match is off to a fast start like we’d expect!

Becket: Fair enough partner, and every match has grown with intensity and desire for both these contenders. This is the infamous rubber match and neither wrestler wants to lose the decider.

AJP pulls him back up and begins kicking him hard in the gut before hooking him for a snap DDT, but he reaches out to the ropes and she slams back hard on the mat head first. He quickly stomps on her before pulling her up and whipping her into the ropes, catching her on the rebound with a spinebuster sending her back into the mat hard as they both bounced a bit at the impact. He pulls her back up and hooks her for a Side Effect. But AJP elbows the side of Terry’s head. He drops the hold and she nails him hard with a kick to the gut followed by a SNAP DDT! She springboards off the ropes for a Lionsault but Terry gets his knees up and she collides with them hard. Both athletes are slow to get up but AJP stumbles backwards still holding her ribs and Terry takes her down with an Edge-a-Matic and hooks the leg.

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Terry pulls her back up looking for a vertical suplex, but she counters out of it with hard knees to the gut and turns it into a corkscrew Neckbreaker. She springboards again and this time lands the moonsault and hooks the leg!

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West: AJP has been at a very high level since coming into the APW. She was the North American Champ, Suicidal Champ and now Undisputed Champ. But this match has got to be her toughest yet.

Becket: She’s already beat Marvin, that’s true. But Terry seems to be fighting with a new sense of purpose. Let’s hope AJP manages to find a way to nip that in the bud

AJP is quick to the ropes and hits a springboard Elbow drop right on the head of Marvin. She continues pounding on him with stomps and elbows to the head. She hits a standing leg drop causing marvin to hold his head and neck. She slowly pulls him up to his feet and hits a snapmare takeover holding onto it into a chin lock. She pulls back on the head and neck of Marvin before dropping down with a body scissors wrenching and pulling on the neck. Terry manages to fight out of it with elbows to the mid section before throwing his head back right into the bridge of her nose. He rolls out and is up to his feet he hits a few hard rights to the head and whips her into the ropes. She comes back and ducks a clothesline grabbing his head and diving with a reverse DDT! She makes a cover.
　
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West:Aubrey doing a good job focusing on the Head of Marvin, knowing that he’s still got to be feeling the effects of the concussion.

Becket:Of course she is, she’s the champion for a reason!

Back to her feet, AJP mercilessly stomps on the head of Marvin! She then moves to the leg stomping on that before lifting his left leg and kicking the back of the knee. She turns him over and slams the knee on the mat a couple times. She then grabs the ankle into a grapevine ankle lock wrenching and twisting like a mad woman. Terry swings his other leg trying to kick her off but cannot. Instead he crawls to the ropes for the break but AJP doesn’t let go. The ref counts 1...2….3….4….BREAK! AJP beats Terry to their feet and grabs his arm with a hard arm twist followed by kicks to the gut then the head. SEnding him stumbling around. She runs and leaps with a shinning wizard that she immediately transitions into a Huricanrana with the FRANKINWIZARD! She covers!
　
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West: AJP has control right now and she doesn’t seem to be letting up one bit!

Becket: She looks like a champion determined to hold on to this belt for a long ass time.
　
AJP gets up to her feet and crouches down waiting for Terry to get up. He slowly pulls himself up using the ropes and turns into a running Superkick from AJP! But HE DUCKS. AJP turns around right into a Side Effect and both lay there as the crowd cheers and chants for Terry to get up. He slowly does but AJP is up as well and she grabs a rising Marvin only to get hard forearms in the gut as Terry nails her with a spinning neckbreaker. He stops her arm as she tries to push her self up and grabs her when she does for a elevated single arm DDT right in the middle of the ring. He then turns her into a modified arm bar and wrenches up on it. He throws some elbows down to the back of her head viciously as the ref warns him. He cinches it on more as AJP shakes her head no to the requests from the ref. She uses her feet to twist her body in a way that it shouldn’t and kick out to get the ropes. Terry holds on for the whole 5 count before breaking. He pulls Aubrey up by her hair and hooks her for a big Northern Lights Suplex and bridges for the pin.

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West: HERE COMES THE REAL SHOW! He’s battled back now has control of his match and he certainly looks like he is hungrier than he’s ever been.

Becket: There’s still a whole lot of match left though Shane, and Marvin needs to finish, needs to put down the animal that is AJP and I’m not sure he can.

Terry stomps away at the arm and head of AJP before pulling her back up and sending her into the corner. He follows with a spinning wheel kick, crushing her into the turnbuckle. She falls and Terry continues to kick the hell out of her. He pulls her back up and hooks her for a sidewalk slam in the middle of the ring and covers for a quick two count. He runs to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the second level before coming off with a legdrop accross the neck. He grabs her arm and locks on a modified triangle choke wrenching at the shoulder and neck while using his heel to repeatedly kick her in the head. She tries to battle out of it but Terry has it cinched, so she does the only thing she can. SHE BITES HIS LEG to loud boos from the crowd. Terry breaks the hold and hobbles up to his feet. She dives and catches him with a lariat. She pulls him back up but he counters out and crosses her arms acccross her chest and pulls her down with a russial leg sweep... the YOU’RE CANCELLED! He covers her and hooks the leg.

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West: WOW! We nearly had a new champion there, and I don’t know how AJP can possibly battle back...

Becket: Because that’s what she does, she’s perservered so long many times, it’s not even funny. She’s the champ for a reason. She’ll battle through.

Terry’s back to his feet and stalking AJP as the crowd cheers loudly. She gets up and he grabs her arm pulling her down for the Show’s Over... but AJP keeps from going all the way and brings her hand up and thumbs him in the eye hard, eeping the pressure till he breaks the hold. He holds his head and stumbles to the turnbuckle. AJP pushes herself up and stumbles as well. Terry stumbles bakwards right into a RUNNING SUPERKICK from AJP o the base of the neck and he colapses. She falls to her knees and rolls him over for the cover.

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West:. DEVISTATING move there by AJP and she can’t believe this match is still going on!

Becket: She’s wondering what she has to do to keep him down but she knows from their last two encounters that it’s not an easy task!

She shakes her head and screams at the top of her lungs. She waits for Terry to get up and goes for the Makeunder, but he shoves her off and leans up against the ropes. She regains her ballance and runs for a shining wizard calf kick and sends him tumbling over the top rope and to the outside to the boos from the crowd, She then climbs to the top rope and waits. As he gets up, she dives to the outside and hits a devistating flying DDT! Terry is down and hardly moving. AJP goes nuts and unleashes on a series of hard rights and lefts to his face and screams before clawing at his face. She pulls him back up and hits a Russian Leg Sweep into the steel steps. She rolls into the ring and back out to break the count before pulling terry up and looking for more punishment. She whips him hard into the steel post and measures. She runs for a massive axe kick, but Terry grabs her foot and spins her around. He grabs her by the waist and hits a DEVISTATING German Suplex right into the steel steps as the clang reverberates around the arena. He rolls into and back out of the ring before falling to his knees to catch his breath. HE rolls her into the ring and follows! He covers.
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West:. This thing has gotten pretty brutal right now! These two are likely willing to kill each other to get this victory!

Becket: I know that AJP would, but I don’t think that’s Terry’s style, not anymore, no matter what he says.

Terry gets to his feet and whips AJP into the corner. He lifts her up on the top and climbs up himself turning and hooking her for a side effect! But she hooks the top rope with her foot and prevents the move. She grabs his arm and leaps off with a high arm drag from the top rope. She covers!

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She climbs back up to the top and taunts the fans who boo loudly. She then leaps off and goes for a diving elbow drop on Terry who manages to move at the very last second and she crashes into the mat. She grabs her arm and shakes it as she gets to her feet. She turns right into Terry and a VICIOUS Superkick! She colapses back and he makes the cover.

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West: Now TERRY is wondering what he has to do to put her away. He’s siting there pulling at his hair in frustration.

Becket: He’s lost. He’s thrown the kitchen sink at her and still nothing.
He pulls her up and kicks her in the gut again and again. He then hooks her with a double underhook facelock and lifts for the Whiplash, but she pushes out of it. She runs looking for a leg Lariat, but Terry ducks it and she lands on her feet. Terry looks for a Step up Enziguri but AJP ducks it and shoves him off. He hits the ropes and comes flying back with a clothesline that she ducks and hits the ropes herself They run back at each other and dive coliding head first and both slamming on the mat to cheers from the crowd. With neither moving the ref makes a count.

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West: OH GOD! The Ref is out cold and now what’s going to happen?

Becket: Nothing good I can tell you that much!

AJP then threw her foot up and caught Terry with a hard kick to the crotch. She fell to her knees exhausted before rolling to the outside and sliding a chair out from under the ring and sliding it back in. She slides in herself and pulls herself up to her feet as Terry stumbles to his and she PLASTERS HIM WITH THE CHAIR! The force carried her down to her knees and the crowd boos loudly!

West: NO! NOT LIKE THIS! Not after this spectacular match.

Becket: Whatever it takes West… isn’t that what Terry himself always said? Whatever it takes.

AJP then grabs Terry’s head and opens the chair a bit. She places the chair over it and closes it a bit as the crowd boos loudly again. She then heads to the corner and begins to climb!

West: What’s she doing? Somebody stop her! This could kill him! This has gone beyond a title, beyond wrestling. Somebody stop that sick bitch.

Becket: As much as I hate to, I have to agree with you. This is certainly going too far.

AJP gets to the top and looks down at the broken body she’s about to destroy further. She takes a deep breath then crouches and leaps off looking for the Suspiria. She does the Shooting Star and drives the knee RIGHT INTO THE CHAIR! BUT TERRY WASN’T THERE! He’d rolled out of the way and Aubrey rolls on the mat holding her knee.

Terry picks up the chair with rage in his eyes as AJP struggles to her feet. He doesn’t even hesitate raising the chair up high over his head and bring it down hard across her head busting her open immediately. HE turns and sees the Ref that has just come to staring right at him. Terry drops the chair but it’s too late as the ref calls for the bell

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Stenfelder: Winner of this match by Disqualification and still APW Undisputed Champion: Aubrey J. PArker!

West: OH COME ON! AJP Brought that into the ring and he was just taking out his frustrations

Becket: But he cheated to do so! He used that steel chair. It doesn’t matter who brought it in

Terry looks none too pleased as the crowd boos and he pulls at his hair. Terry looks down at the Chair and then back at AJP.

Terry reaches down and grabs the chair. The ref tries to get him to back off but it’s too late.
Terry raises the Chair over his head and brings it down hard over and over across the head of the downed head of AJP. After the third strike, he drops the chair and rolls down and out of the ring. He slides AJP out as well and carries her to the announce table!

West: We’re about to see a TINY bit of payback here folks. This is for all the times Terry has been left in bad shape by AJP.

Becket: But this match is over. Somebody stop this.

He rolls her onto the table and then climbs up himself. He pulls her to her feet and hooks her with a double underhook. He lifts and spins dropping her with a WHIPLASH THROUGH THE TABLE! The crowd cheers as the table collapses and AJP lays there not moving. Terry rolls out of the rubble and back into the ring where he grabs the title again and holds it high in the air in the middle of the ring!

West: WOW! With everything that happened tonight, what does it mean for One Night in hell?

Before that question can be answered, Terry is struck from behind to boos by the crowd as he goes down. We see Blade standing behind him.

Becket: BLADE IS HERE! The 6th man in the Elimination Chamber match is here.

Blade grabs the Undisputed Title and waits for Terry to get up before running full speed and DESTROYING him with the belt, cutting him upen and knocking him out! He holds the title up for all to see as the fans shower him with hate.