Asylum 1/15 Atlanta, Georgia

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Ida Marie's “Bad Karma” blares over the speakers as fireworks shoot off the stage that's made to look like a psych ward, complete with eerie flickering lights. The fans are on their feet, cheering at the top of their lungs.

Nailz: Welcome to APW Asylum, folks! We're here live in Atlanta, Georgia, fired up for a great night of APW action!

Beckett: We have six matches schedule for tonight, and in our main event, former champ Jason Kash takes on the recently returned Johnny Knuckles!

Nailz: Also, we expect to hear from the current APW Heavyweight Champion Nathaniel Havok, and hopefully, we'll get an update on Manhatten White after the heinous attack he suffered two weeks ago!

Beckett: Let's send it into the ring, where our General Manager Reginald Schmidt is to make an announcement.

The camera switches to Reginald Schmidt standing inside the ring with a mic in hand.

Reginald: Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for an awesome night of APW Asylum action!?

The fans pop loudly, indicating that they are indeed ready for a great night of action.

Reginald: Well, since the departure of the San Diego Seagulls, it has left the APW Tap Out Championship vacant. To remedy this situation, we will be holding a Six-Person Round Robin style tournament, where each person will face each other person in the tournament once. The two competitors with the best record at the conclusion of the tourney will face off in a one-on-one Tap Out Rules Match for the championship at RassleMania!

The fans cheer once more, and Reginald grins as though the cheers are for him.

Reginald: The participants of this tournament include Chaz Dillinger, Jason “Bacon” Andrews, “Sexy” Rhonda Vixen, Anthony “The Promise” Bailey, Dan Quinn, and Kid Dynamo! And the tournament starts right now!

The lights go out and the lights start flickering and the opening lyrics to welcome to the jungle blare through out the PA system and you see a series of fireworks going around the titantron and out comes Jason Andrews going down the ring slapping the hands to the fans and handing out strips of bacon to the kids

Stenfelder: The following contest is part of the APW Tap Out Challenge, and will be contested under Tap Out Rules! Making his way to the ring first, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 240 pounds, Jason “Bacon” Andrews!

“All About the Benjamin’s” starts to play on the loudspeaker as the fans begin to boo very loud. Chaz Dillinger makes his way out from the back, holding onto a towel that is laid across the back of his neck. With Helena in toe, Chaz pays no attention the fans who are trying to boo him out of the building.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, from New York, New York, weighing in at 258 pounds, “America's Most Wanted” Chaz Dillinger!

Nailz: This match, just like all the matches in the Tap Out Challenge, will be contested under Tap Out Rules! That means it can only end via a submission. Disqualifications occur if you purposefully leave the ring or throw your opponent from the ring. These kind of matches are a pure wrestling fan's dream!

He casually walks down the ramp and climbs the stairs, stepping into the ring as Helena stays outside so her man can have the spotlight. He runs the ropes a few times before taking the towel off of the back of his neck, and throwing it into the crowd. He then takes off his robe, and hands it to Helena on the outside as his music dies out. With both men in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Tap Out Challenge Match
Chaz Dillinger vs. Jason “Bacon” Andrews

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The match starts out quickly, with both men tying up in the middle of the ring. Chaz backs Bacon into the ropes, and gives him a few stiff punches to the face before shooting him towards the opposite ropes, catching him for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! He then rolls Bacon over to apply a Reverse Chinlock. Bacon quickly pulls out, and the two begin to trade moves and counter moves fast and furious. Both employ a ton wear down submission moves.

Nailz: This match has been a technical masterpiece thus far from both competitors! I got a feeling it's going to come down to who makes the first mistake!

Beckett: They appear to be incredibly evenly matched thus far!

Eventually, Bacon begins to get a distinct advantage, utilizing his speed game. He takes Dillinger down with a Step-Up Enzuigiri! As Dillinger slowly gets to his feet, Bacon tries to take him down for a LeBell Lock, but Dillinger squirms out before he can lock it in! As both men get to their feet, Dillinger gives Bacon a quick kick to the gut, and takes him down into the Crippler Crossface! Bacon holds on valiantly, but eventually, he has no choice but to Tap Out! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Chaz Dillinger[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by submission, Chaz Dillinger!

“It's All About the Benjamins” blares over the speakers as the fans boo loudly. The ref raises Dillinger's arm in victory as Bacon rolls out of the ring.

Nailz: What a start to the Tap Out Challenge here tonight between Chaz Dillinger and Jason “Bacon” Andrews! Dillinger gets a huge victory that really sets the tempo for this tournament! He moves to 1 and 0 in the tourney, while Bacon takes the goose egg!

Beckett: Bacon really brought it tonight, but it wasn't enough against Chaz Dillinger!

Chaz continues to celebrate as Asylum cuts backstage.

The scene opens up backstage in the locker room of the Martyrs of Madness, where Mike Morrison can be seen sitting on a steel chair wearing his usual attire and bowler hat, holding a stick in his hands. He weighs it, lowers it to his lap and makes notes on a nearby pad of paper. After a few moments, the large figure of Rico Casteel walks into the room, a confused look on his face as he sees Morrison who looks up.

Rico: What the hell is that?

Mike: What? This? Oh, it's nothing. It's just my flamethrower detector.

Rico: You're going to have to explain that one.

Mike: Well, you see, when this stick turns to ash, the wielder knows that a flamethrower is nearby.

Rico stares at Mike a few moments before shaking his head. He walks across the room and leans against the wall.

Rico: We need to make a statement.

Mike: Oh? What did you have in mind?

Rico: I didn't have anything. But to see those rejects getting title opportunities over on Overdrive, while a real dominant tag team is wasted away, being held back by Reginald...we can't have that happen.

Mike: More Christmas carols? Maybe we could plant small explosives around their locker room. Or maybe...

Rico: We just need to make a statement.

Mike: We need to save the sleepy fans!

Rico stares at Mike again, shaking his head as Morrison continues.

Mike: Ever since Warren Peace won those tag titles, even before then, the sleeping rate of the fans seems to spike during tag team title defenses. So if we can get those titles, I know that we can save those fans from their forced naps! And we could make that gold look good again! Parade it around the way it deserves to be paraded around.

Rico: Basically, yes. That is what we need to do. We need to make a statement and win those titles. Restore things to the way they should be.

Mike: It's the only answer!

As the conversation ends, a loud bang can be heard from the adjoining bathroom.

Rico: What the hell was that?

Mike: That? Oh, probably just my invisible dog leash mine detector.

Mike smiles as he lifts the stick again, lowers it, and makes more notes on a piece of paper as the scene cuts back to ringside.

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Stenfelder: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

"Self vs. Self" By Pendulum plays out over the arena, as the lights flicker on and off. "The Shooter" Cid Phoenix comes out to the arena, dressed in black tights & boots with red accents & shinguards, while his accompanying partner, Dan "The Man" Bochner wears a similar attire with blue accents.

Stenfelder: Making their way to the ring first, weighing in at a combined weight of 367 pounds, the team of “The Shooter” Cid Phoenix and Dan “The Man” Bochner, Anti-Society X!

Cid quietly stalks towards the ring, and rolls underneath the ropes, where he kips up on their feet, and climbs opposite turnbuckles from Dan. The two raise their arms, scanning the capacity crowd. Phoenix then exits the ring, while Bochner paces back and forth, awaiting the start of the match.

The lights dim down as "I'm Going Slightly Mad" by Queen begins to play through the arena and out from the back step the Martyrs of Madness, Rico Casteel and Mike Morrison. Rico stops at the top of the ramp, glaring around the arena before locking in on the ring, while Mike stands beside him, his eyes wide and crazy.

Stenfelder: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 490 pounds, the team of “Mr. Madness” Mike Morrison & “The Loose Cannon” Rico Casteel, The Martyrs of Madness!

Morrison begins to make his way down the ramp, cane in hand, while Rico cracks his neck before making his way to the ring. Morrison slides into the ring while Rico pulls himself onto the apron and enters. Rico paces the ring, eying the entrance, while Morrison twirls his cane.

Nailz: This match is huge in terms of it's implications for the Tag Team Division here in APW! Warren Peace and Rick Sader are the current champs, but you can bet they could be facing the winners of this match sooner or later!

Beckett: The Tag Team Division is heating up here in APW! Just look at the finish between Anti-Society X versus the Breakfast Club two weeks ago! All of these teams want to prove themselves, and get a crack at the tag team belts!

Mike Morrison and Dan Bochner stay in the ring as their partners go to their respective corners, while the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Anti-Society X vs. The Martyrs of Madness

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The two men start with a volley of fists, just brawling in the middle of the ring. Dan gets a brief window of opportunity and gives his opponent a hard Headbutt, followed by a Fireman's Carry Takedown! From here, Dan and Cid keep Mike in the ring, wearing him down while making frequent tags. At one point, Dan has Mike in the corner, giving him a 5 Punch Combo before tagging in Cid. Ban pulls Mike up and in, and Cid climbs to the second rope, jumping off to deliver a Double Team Spike Piledriver! Cid goes for the cover, 1
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Nailz: This match has been all Anti-Society X so far!

Mike fights back with all his might, but isn't able to get any sustained offense going. As he and Cid are in the ring, Cid pulls Mike in for a DDT, but before he can deliver it, Mike wraps his arms around the waist of his opponent and pulls off a counter Northern-Lights Suplex! As both men are down, they begin to crawl to their respective corners, and Mike makes the tag just as Cid does! Both Rico and Dan are in, and Rico uses his freshness and size advantage to overwhelm “The Man!” From here, the match continues on for the better part of 15 minutes, with control of the match going back and forth. The finish comes as Mike and Cid are the legal men. Cid gets Mike in the corner, and makes the tag to Dan Boncher. Dan comes in, and they whip Mike into the ropes! They launch him with a Double Backdrop, but Mike lands on his feet! Rico comes in without getting the tag, and Clotheslines Cid Phoenix out of the ring! Dan Bochner gets to his feet, gets a swift kick to the gut, and gets planted into the mat with the Madness Effect Double Arm DDT by Mike Morrison, who makes the cover, 1
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Winners: The Martyrs of Madness[/center]

Stenfelder: Here are your winners, by pinfall, Mike Morrison and Rico Casteel, The Martyrs of Madness!

“I'm Going Slightly Mad” plays over the speakers as Rico Casteel comes back into the ring and the ref raises their arms in victory.

Nailz: A hotly contested tag team match here! But in the end, the Martyrs of Madness just come out on top! After a performance like this, Anti-Society X has nothing to be ashamed of. It's just tonight wasn't their night!

Beckett: Like we said at the beginning of the match, the Tag Team Division here in APW is really heating up!

The Martyrs keep on celebrating as Anti-Society X leaves the ring and head back up the ramp. Asylum cuts to a commercial break.

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Nailz: Welcome back to Asylum folks. Were heading now to our second Tap Out Challenge of the evening as Rhonda Vixen takes on Anthony Bailey.

Beckett: Vixen was a last minute replacement for the retiring Adam Young and you have to wonder if it will effect the game plan of either of these two individuals.

Nailz: There's only one way to find that out.

The crowd explodes into cheers as "Hometown Hero" by Big K.R.I.T. begins to blare and fog starts to roll down the entrance way. The arena lights turn blue and the fog creates a haze effect. Anthony "The Promise" Bailey steps out from behind the curtain slowly. He stops for a moment, flashes his signature smile, and looks around the arena.

Stenfelder : The following contest is a Tap Out Challenge Match, introducing first from Tampa, Florida... Anthony “The Promise” BAIIIILEEEEYYY

Bailey's eyes widen as he strides to the ring greeting multiple fans. He climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and into the ring.

Nailz: Interesting to see their submission skills this evening. Many of our Tap Out Challengers are not known as expert submissionists.

Beckett: But they are all interest in a title belt and making a name for themselves.

The crowd is on their feet she on the top ramp wearing a long black trench coat with a pair of black shades on her face. She plays to the crowd as she walked down the ramp.

Stenfelder :And his opponent, she is Rhondaaaa Viiiiiiiiiiiixennnnnnnnnnnn.

She slides under the bottom rope as she move her head to the beat of the song. She threw a finger into the air as she smile to the crowd. She jump down off the corner turnbuckle and take off the trench coat along with her shades as she hand them over to the ring person outside. She starts to test the ropes and get ready for the match.

Tap Out Challenge Match
Rhonda Vixen vs. Anthony “The Promise” Bailey

The match begins as all matches like all matches begin with a brief feel out process. Both Vixen and Bailey weigh up the pros and cons of attack before Vixen makes the first move, looking for a gut kick. Unfortunately for Rhonda the kick is caught and Bailey quickly takes control of the match. In the early going of the match, Bailey continues to focus on the leg of Vixen after she so kindly offered it to him at the start of the bout. Vixen manages to get a quick reprieve though as Bailey goes to the leg well once to often and is sent to the outside.

Beckett: Promising offense from Bailey, he knows he needs a tap out here. A pinfall just won't cut it.

Bailey is quick to return to the ring but as he steps in, Vixen is quick to lock him in a front face hold. He tries to power out of it but she locks it in tight. As she continues to legally choke Bailey she locks in leg scissors around the body of Bailey. Vixen keeps the hold locked on Bailey for a good minute as Bailey continues to try and struggle free from the hold. Bailey finally manages to gain a second wind, standing back up with the hold still locked in a dropping Vixen with a Northern Lights Suplex.

Beckett: A move out of sheer desperation, Beckett need to use everything he had to break out of that choke.

Nailz: And here I thought choke holds were illegal.

Bailey surveys lays flat on his back, surveying the damage he just did to Vixen. After a few moments he manages to regain his senses and energy. He looks over at the grounded Vixen, who is clutching her her back in pain. He flips her over and as quick as he can, locks in a camel clutch. Vixen struggles to get free but eventually has to tap.

Winner: Anthony Bailey

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by submission, Anthony Bailey!

"The Promise" gets his arm raised as the fans cheer loudly.

Asylum finds itself backstage in the company of the self proclaimed “True Voice of APW” and petitioner-extraordinaire, Phil Atken. He is stalking to corridors of the backstage area, trusty clipboard and pen at the ready.

Atken: Now where is Kash. If I get his signature, this is game, set and match, Survive and Conkers will never happen and never again will I have to witness the tragedy of a smashed conker.

As Atken continues his hunt for Kash, he instead meets bumps into fellow British type person, one Mr. Julius Farquhar who is accompanied by Manservant carrying a loaded silver tray.

Atken: Excuse me, I was wondering if you’ve seen any APW Megastars around here?

Julius looks Atken up and down, looks at Manservant, and back to Atken.

Julius: Consider yourself in the presence of one. “Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar.

Atken thinks for a moment, has a ‘lightbulb’ moment, sighs and hands the clipboard to Julius.

Atken: Well you'll have to do. Can you sign this, it's very important. Look, I can fill in most of this for you, I know like all of the rest of the wonderful and esteemed APW roster that you are a busy man but if you just give me what I hear Americans call your Tony Hancock, I'll be on my way.

Julius: And just what is it you want me to sign?

Atken: It's about safety. This petition is about our health and our future. If we have sneak attacks going on all over the joints and some of the APW miscreants are even helping these attackers then we have failed as a society. I am here to save our society. I am here to cancel Survive and Conquer. Just think of yourself, if you were to be sneak attacked, you could end up retired. That would just be an awful thing when you have so much more Englishness to share with the nation of Americatown. I'm just thinking of you here. I've got no horse in this race. I'm no Survive and Conquerer.

Julius gives it a few seconds thought.

Julius: APW could do with more upstanding gentlemen like you, as well as being ‘quintessentially English’ I’m all about ‘quintessential safety’ too. I’ll let you in on a little secret, when I’m making tea I always ensure I pay absolute attention to maintaining my health and safety. Trust me, never dip your fingers into the cup to retrieve the tea bag: as well as contaminating the beverage it causes awful scolding to the fingers.

Atkens: Okay, so are you going to sign it?

Julius: I am in this Survive & Conquer match, but I must admit it has become out of hand. When I signed up it was with the understanding that there would be only 40 competitors, but now I’m told there will be 86. On top of that I have been drawn to enter at number 13, which means I am going to have to fight through a lot more superstars to win, which doesn’t exactly show much consideration for my health and safety does it? I’ll sign because I don’t agree with President Jeff’s conduct, and he should cancel it and organise a safer event where I am not drawn so early. You’d think he would have done me a favour after I sent him that lovely framed picture of Margaret Thatcher as a Christmas present. Some people are so ungrateful.

Julius signs the petition and pats Atken on the head.

Julius: Oh and by the way, tell the office I want rid of that coffee machine in my locker room. I only drink tea.

Julius starts to walk off, Atken holds the petition out to Manservant.

Atken: Will you sign too?

Julius: He’s only as a manservant, he doesn’t count as a human being.

Manservant grunts and follows Julius at his command leaving Atken alone in the corridor.

Atken: Now where is Reggie's office. I need a power broker, or is it power breaker? Either works.

The scene fades.

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Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

"Got The Life" fills the arena as a shadow appears up in the rafters as the crowd are in an uproar. Chants of "The Grave Stalker" & "You Need Help!!!" are split amongst the capacity crowd. Donovan Caine stretches out gripping a black rope sliding down from the Rafters into the Squared Circle. He's wielding a Steel Black Bat pointing it around the Arena at various fans smiling sickly. He then takes off his black trench coat, gives it to the referee and tosses the bat to the outside. Caine's cold dead eyes are well placed upon the entrance ramp. Before he can properly smoke fills the arena especially the ring. It's a bitter fog and finally he's announced....

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, he was born in A Shallow Grave, weighing in at 210 pounds. "The King Of The Dead" Donovan Caine!

Donovan Caine laugh,lets out a high pitch screech making the announcer run off before awaiting the match to begin.

Nailz: This is Caine's first appearance in The Asylum, and the same can be said for his opponent here tonight as well!

“ With Oden On Our Side” Hit’s the PA system. The arena grows dark as the fans get to their feet to catch a glimpse of the stage. The fans stand and cheer an once the vocals starts, the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore, center stage. Odin stares down at the ring with a sinister grin as the fans sing along with the chorus.

Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!

Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!

The fans pop insanely right after as Odin begins to walk down the ramp at a slow an methodical pace. Once he gets to the foot of the ring, he steps up on it and looks around the arena again before stepping over the ropes..

Stenfelder: And his opponent, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 340 pounds, Odin Balfore!

Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist...

Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumph. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part.

Crowd: The battle is.. already won!

Odin stares down his opponent as he waits for the match to get underway. With both men in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Odin Balfore vs. Donovan Caine

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Odin Balfore quickly rushes in, overwhelming Donovan into the corner! He throws some Clubbing Blows to the face of his opponent before pulling him out of the corner with a Stalling Suplex! Donovan has no answers for Odin, as Odin dominates the match, taking his time with “The King of the Dead,” almost as if he's toying with him. After about three minutes of torture, Odin pulls Caine in and nails him with the Mark of Odin Jackknife Powerbomb, and places his boot on Caine's chest, 1
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Winner: Odin Balfore[/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Odin Balfore!

“With Oden on Our Side” hits the speakers again, and the fans cheer Odin as he raises his arms victoriously. Caine rolls out of the ring meekly.

Nailz: What an emphatic victory for Odin Balfore here tonight!

Beckett: He beat Donovan Caine like Caine had taken his mother out for a nice seafood dinner, and never called her back!

Odin continues to grin in the middle of the ring as APW cuts backstage.

Dan Quinn is seen in the locker room back stage, playing darts on his own in his ring gear. Kid Dynamo’s picture is pinned to the dartboard as Dan throws dart after dart into various parts of Dynamo’s face. The crowd boos heavily until suddenly Dynamo appears behind Quinn with a big smile on his face as the crowd cheers his arrival.

Dynamo: I never really liked that picture of myself anyway, I told them to get my good side.

Quinn’s dart goes wayward into the wall at Dynamo’s interruption; he turns around and meets Dynamo’s smile with his own sick wide-eyed smile.

Quinn: You know, Pipsqueak, I respect bravery, you must ‘ave a lot of bottle to come in ‘ere after what I did to you two weeks ago. Sayin’ that, I don’t respect ignorance and stupidity…and that seems like the more likely reason you’ve decided to come ‘ere. So tell me Dynamo, what’s to stop me taking those darts and shovin’ ‘em down your throat?

Quinn stands over Dynamo, standing toe to toe with him. Dynamo is not phased however and doesn’t back down, continuing to smile.

Dynamo: What you did to me? As I recall it, the last time we met I was the one kicking those steel steps down your throat!

Quinn: You got lucky. You and I both know if we weren’t separated by security I would have shut that mouth of yours up for good!

Dynamo: Actually Dairy Queen, I don’t know that, and neither do you. All I know is that tonight I am going to show the entire world that you’re all mouth! I’m not afraid of you, and after tonight, no one else will be either! Tonight, I am going to make you QUIT!

The crowd roars but Quinn laughs off Dynamo’s defiance, but then switches back to his serious tone.

Quinn: You’ve ‘ad a good run at runnin’ your mouth, Pipsqueak. But I never told you to be afraid of me, that’s just somethin’ you choose to be. I am dangerous because I choose to be dangerous; you are pathetic because you have no other alterna’ive. There won’t be a contest tonight, there won’t be a match, this is going to be a demolition. I wouldn’t worry about making me quit, Dynamo, because that’s not goin’ to ‘appen. If I were you I’d worry about the fact that after tonight, you’ll be lucky to wrestle again!

Dynamo: Well I guess we’ll see tonight wont we? Although I wouldn’t get so cocky, because tonight when I make you quit, it will not only be the end of your Tap Out Title Challenge, for you it’ll be…

The End 0f the World!

The two stand toe to toe in the locker room. Neither of them are smiling anymore and are seen staring each other down as the segment ends.

Nailz: Who will pick up the ever so important victory in the first round of the Tap Out Title Tournament? The rookie’s war of words culminates on Asylum, next!

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The scene opens inside the office of Asylum General Manager Reginald Schmidt. Reginald is sat at his desk tap, tap, tapping away on his computer. There is a knock on the door, Reginald looks up but before he can answer in walks ‘The Quintessentially English’ Julius Farquhar and his trusty steed Manservant, who also happens to be carrying a tray adorned with all the fineries of afternoon tea.

Julius: My dearest Reginald! How are you doing today?

Reginald looks at Julius, then at Manservant, and back at Julius. Reginald responds a little nervously.

Reginald: Uh, I’m, uh, okay, just running the show.

Julius: And what a fine job you are doing.

Julius takes a seat in the chair opposite Reginald, beaming a smile at his boss. Reginald looks a bit uncomfortable, his eyes shifting from Julius to Manservant to Julius and so on. The smile is unsettling enough, but being in the shadow of Manservant, who nears 7’ in height and looks to weigh around the 300lb mark.

Julius: So Reginald, what did you think?

Reginald reflects for a moment.

Reginald: What do you mean?

Julius: My video dedication to you on Overdrive. What did you think?

Reginald: Well, I, uh, I....

Julius: [interrupting] Yes, I completely agree, a marvellous and touching tribute to a wonderful boss and a truly unforgettable friend.

Julius fixes his gaze on Reginald in a completely unnaturally friendly way, that beaming smile across his face that I guess is some attempt to convey affection.

Julius: I’ve brought you another gift.

Julius motions for Manservant to set down the silver tray.

Julius: It’s afternoon tea. The finest Cornish butter scones, fresh clotted cream, jam made with handpicked wild fruit from my own estate, Earl Grey tea. It’s a quintessentially English treat from one quintessentially loyal friend to another.

Reginald looks at what’s on offer and mutters a thank you.

Julius: You are quite welcome, my friend. However this is not just a social call, as much as I like spending time with you.

Reginald looks perplexed, he doesn’t remember spending any time with Julius Farquhar; in fact he doesn’t remember spending time with anyone lately, not even Mr. Dangerous. Reginald dies a little inside as he ponders his loneliness. Julius is not the least bit interested and hasn’t even noticed Reginald is not listening to him; he carries on while Reginald daydreams not paying the least bit of attention. Suddenly Julius’ voice snaps him out of his reverie.

Julius: So what do you think?

Reginald: About what?

Julius: My business proposal – my Asylum debut.

Reginald has an expression that conveys he has no idea what Julius is talking about.

Julius: I said that the best thing for business right now would be for you to book me in a World Heavyweight Title match for the first Asylum after Survive & Conquer. I will be the Survive & Conquer champion by then so it only makes sense to book me in advance. I can see it now...

Julius makes the universal sign/gesture of the billboard in lights with both hands.

Julius: ....Julius Farquhar in APW’s first ever quintessentially English main event, and the World Heavyweight Champion! [Turning to Reginald] So, can I consider it done?

Reginald shifts uneasily in his chair.

Reginald: Look Julius, I appreciate all of this [gesturing the afternoon tea], but I just can’t book you in a World Heavyweight Title match. You haven’t wrestled here on Asylum yet.

Reginald finishes his sentence and looks at the Manservant who doesn’t look particularly pleased, but then he does wear a mask that is supposed to make him look intimidating. Julius thinks for a moment, then he stands up putting both hands on the desk and staring straight at Reginald, the friendliness vanished from his features.

Julius: Is it something I’ve said? Something I’ve done? I thought we were friends Reginald.

Reginald: [dithering] Well, uh, yeah, um, uh, I, uh...

The smile and friendliness returns to Julius as quickly as it had earlier vanished.

Julius: Don’t upset yourself Reginald, I was just joking. I tell you what, you book me in any match you want for my debut – I’ll take on the entire Asylum roster because I know that is what people want to see, which means you look good, because of me....because that’s what friends do Reginald, they look out for each other, take care of their interests.

The smile is gone again and Reginald doesn’t know whether he is coming or going.

Julius: We’ll have this chat again, enjoy the scones.

Julius walks out of the office, Manservant lingers for a few seconds to stare a hole through Reginald Schmidt before he grunts and follows Julius. Reginald sighs with relief and shuffles about in his chair. After a few deep breathes he is calm again. He looks at the gift from Julius, tries the tea and immediately pulls the face someone pulls when they don’t like something. The scene fades.

Nailz: And we now reach our final Tap Out Challenge match of the evening.

Beckett: These two men have been setting the twitter verse on fire. In fact I'm almost certain Kid Dynamo tweets in his sleep. I hope Dan Quinn can destroy his damn smart phone this evening.

Nailz: Dynamo is just eager.

Beckett: And Quinn is eager to tear him apart.

Nailz: Well Dynamo is already in the ring, so now we await Dan Quinn.

Dan walks onto the stage entrance to "Kashmir" with a scornful look on his face, he stares at the audience like scum and then stares directly into the ring, staring a hole through Dynamo.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring, the opponent, from London, England, he is Dan Quinn!

He walks with purpose to the ring, simply rolling under the bottom rope when he gets there. He stands tall in the centre and flips off the crowd.

Tap Out Challenge Match
Kid Dynamo vs. Dan Quinn

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The early goings of the match quick devolve into a vicious brawl between Dynamo and Quinn, both very eager to take their frustrations out on each other after their war of words and quidditch of quarrel. To two men continue to brawl with neither getting the upper hand until Quinn manages to force Dynamo into the corner. Quinn takes control of the early going of the match after a barrage of elbows to the face of Dynamo in the corner. Dynamo attempts to fight back but Quinn manages to grab his arm and drop him down with an arm breaker. Quinn continues his focus on the arm of Kid Dynamo for a good few minutes with very little resistance from the part of Dynamo. Quinn eventually climbs up to the second turnbuckle and jumps back down on the right arm of Dynamo.

Nailz: After some back and forth in the early going, Quinn has now made the match more at his pace.

Beckett: I have to give Quinn credit, this is smart thinking, if he works over Dynamo's arm, it'll be very difficult for the Kidster to lock in his C.T.O submission.

After Quinn gets greedy and goes for a second turnbuckle stomp, Dynamo rolls out of the way and begins to gain the upper hand. He gives a few stomps of his own to the neck/shoulder area of Quinn before pulling Quinn back up to his feet. With his good arm he manages to use momentum to his advantage, tossing Quinn shoulder first into the corner post. Dynamo keeps on the attack, continuly focus his holds and slams upon the neck and shoulder of Dan Quinn.

Nailz: And now Dynamo showing he's no slouch at the strategy of the ring either. He must be hoping right now to wear down Quinn enough for the quick tap.

Beckett: He has to be hoping for a quick tap if he's got a lame arm right now.

As Quinn stumbles out of the corner, Dynamo goes to grab him, perhaps looking to lock in the C.T.O but Dynamo uses his weaker arm to do so. Quinn manages instead to grab hold of Dynamo's weakened arm and pull him down into a crossface. Dynamo in a panic begins to pull himself towards to ropes. He inches closer and closer but as he does so Quinn wrenches the hold more and more. Just as Dyanmo is about to hit the ropes, Quinn manages to pull Dynamo back and with one final wrench, Dynamo taps out.

Winner: Dan Quinn [/center]

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by submission, Dan Quinn!

Nailz: What a heated contest between these two rivals!

Beckett: The issue between these two is far from over!

The ref raises Dan Quinn's arm as Kid Dynamo rolls out of the ring, holding his arm in pain.

Nailz: Two of our Tap Out Challenge matches here tonight ended with the Crossface! That's a testament to how deadly that manuever is! Still, after one night, Dan Quinn, Chaz Dillinger, and Anthony Bailey all sit in the lead with one win apiece!

Beckett: The tournament is still early, though, and it's still anyone's game!

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The theme for the Benny Hill Show plays and white strobe lights flash up on the stage area. The curtains part and out gallops the guy from the last Asylum, the one that came out and helped The B-Team. He’s wearing a street hockey helmet, worn khaki shorts, and an oversized t-shirt with Kelly Clarkson’s face on it. He bounces around on the stage before charging down the aisle slapping hands with the confused fans.

Nailz: Umm…I don’t…

Beckett: We were supposed to have an update on the medical condition of Manhattan White after last Asylum’s assault at the hands of The Petes. I’m not exactly sure what this is.

Nailz: That’s definitely the Justin Bieber kid from last week, but I really don’t know what to expect here.

Beckett: Yea, these guys are just about as unconventional as you can get, and that’s saying something here on The Food Network!

The guy in the street hockey helmet climbs the turnbuckles and looks out over the crowd as green strobe lights overtake the white ones, and Dropkick Murpheys’ “Shipping Up to Boston” hits. The curtains part and out walks Irish Pete, carrying his trusty nine-iron, and wearing a referee’s shirt. The crowd boos as he stampedes down the aisle and walks over to the ring announcer. He hooks the head of his golf club around the back of Stenfelder’s neck. Irish Pete whispers in the ring announcer’s ear as he nods. The music let’s up as Irish Pete climbs up the steps and into the ring.

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for ONE FALL!

Beckett: Okay, apparently we’re about to have a match, here.

Nailz: I didn’t know Irish Pete was a certified referee.

Beckett: He must’ve taken a short class.

[color=LimeGreenIrish Pete: HEY![/color]

Irish Pete wags his nine-iron at the announcers table.

Stenfelder: Introducing first, already in the ring, hailing from Miss Ellen’s School for the Gifted, at 5 foot 4, weighing 142 pounds, SPECIAL ED!

The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Special Ed does the Don Flamenco dance toward the center of the ring as all of the houselights drop out. The bassline to "Face to the Floor" hits and Manhattan White reluctantly walks out onto the stage, being shoved from behind by Happy Pete. Manhattan gives him a dirty look as Happy waves him onward.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, from Camden, New Jersey, weighing in at 192 pounds, MANHATTAN WHITE!

The crowd offers a cheer of support but Manhattan White is clearly preoccupied with the beast goading him toward the ring.

Nailz: So, I guess we’re about to see Manhattan White in action against this Special Ed character, although it doesn’t appear to me that Manhattan’s a willing participant.

Beckett: I’m not even sure this is an APW sanctioned match-up.

Manhattan White stops at the steps and looks forlorn out toward the crowd. They chant his name as Happy Pete jabs him in the back to climb into the ring. Manhattan winces, slowly climbing up the steps. We can see he’s clearly uncomfortable as he slips through the ropes. Special Ed shadowboxes in Manhattan White’s direction as Irish Pete is obviously giving him some sort of instruction. Happy Pete drapes an arm over the top rope, and Manhattan takes off his jacket to reveal the bandages covering his back, his skin a bright red from the fire two weeks ago.

Beckett: Oh dear Lord, look at those burns!

Nailz: Now, this just isn’t right. He’s clearly still in no shape to be competing, or…whatever…it is he’s out here to do.

Irish Pete signals for the bell as Chevelle’s song dies out and Special Ed begins prancing around the ring. Manhattan just looks on in disapproval before Happy reaches out and shoves him further into the ring. White stumbles a few steps, looking back at Happy Pete, he goes to say something when Happy points into the ring. Manhattan turns just in time to see Special Ed leap into the air, hook his feet around the back of Manhattan White’s head, and perform a hurricarana seemingly out of nowhere. The crowd cringes as Manhattan flops around the ring, holding his back. The bandages already start to darken as the wounds start to seep.

Nailz: That’s not good. This shouldn’t be happening.

Happy Pete starts fishing underneath the ring as Special Ed prances around the ring. Manhattan starts to catch his breath as Special Ed runs over White, steps one foot onto the middle rope, another foot onto the top rope and lands a twisting moonsault splash.

Beckett: Who is this kid?!

Nailz: It’s Special Ed! Didn’t you hear Stenfelder?

Happy Pete tosses a chair into the ring and Irish Pete doesn’t seem to notice it. Manhattan White is up on one knee while Happy Pete is whispering instructions to Special Ed. It appears Ed is taking the instructions well as his hockey helmet bobbles loosely on his head. Manhattan spies the chair, attempts to rush over to it when Irish Pete scurries over, grabs the chair from White and starts to scold him. Irish Pete absently tosses the chair in Happy Pete’s direction as he continues to yell at Manhattan White.

Irish Pete: He’s just a kid, lad!

Manhattan: Why? Why are you guys doing this?

Irish Pete starts to skirt the ring, deflecting Manhattan White’s attention away from Happy Pete and Special Ed. Manhattan takes the bait as he’s now facing the ring announcer’s table. Happy waddles through the ropes, sets the chair up in the ring. Ed runs at the chair, steps on the seat, leaps at Happy, who then catches Ed’s other foot with both hands laced together, tossing him high into the air. Irish Pete points upward, and Manhattan looks just in time to see Special Ed coming back down, driving a horrible fist into Manhattan White’s face.

Nailz: OH MY GOD! The hangtime on that was just sick!

Irish Pete makes a show of kicking Happy Pete out of the ring, and Happy hams it up, leaving. Manhattan wobbles to his feet and Special Ed tosses the chair at him. White catches the chair and Special Ed dropkicks the chair into Manhattan’s face. He rolls onto his stomach, cradling his battered face just for Ed to lay the chair across Manhattan’s back.

Bennett: Oh no…

Nailz: No no…

Special Ed climbs the top turnbuckle and flexes for the crowd. They all begin to boo him.

Nailz: NO WAIT!

What we didn’t notice was Happy Pete in the opposite corner, climbing the turnbuckles and is now soaring through the air. The crowd goes silent as Happy makes his approach. A sickening sound fills the arena as fat clown lands on chair into raw and bleeding back into ring mat and back. Manhattan tries to scream in pain but just wheezes.

Bennett: This is just a strategic dismantling of Manhattan White. They’re just going to continuously tear him apart until either someone steps in or Manhattan dies on the Food Network, home of Guy Fieri!

Blood is now running down the back of White’s legs from underneath his bandages. He uses a turnbuckle, trying to pull himself up as Special Ed jumps at Manhattan’s back knees-first, wrapping his hands around White’s face and then dropping backwards, forcing Manhattan’s back into Ed’s knees. They both roll to the ring and Manhattan White just lays there in a heap. Special Ed gets up and prances like Don Flamenco. Manhattan White pukes from the pain. EMTs and APW officials come down to ringside, but now Happy Pete has them walled off at the bottom of the ramp. An argument goes on between the group and Happy as Special Ed hauls Manhattan White to his feet. Ed pulls Manhattan under his arm, and raises his other to goad the crowd, but they’re too stunned to react.

Nailz: I don’t know if White’s going to be able to take anymore. I’m not sure how he’s still conscious.

Bennett: I don’t know if I can take anymore!

Ed repositions so that he’s facing the officials and medical professionals in the aisle, trying to get to Manhattan White. Irish Pete is at the ropes, waving his trusty nine-iron at the men in the aisle, yelling at them too. Manhattan lets out a yell and tosses Ed over with a strained backdrop. The arena collectively loses its mind.

Nailz: Oh my God! Where did that come from?!

Manhattan attempts to stand up straight, his face is painted with pain as he slowly turns. Special Ed is already up and trying a high kick to White’s face, but he catches the heel in time and drives Ed to the ring. The crowd cheers louder and the building begins to shake. Manhattan dives for the chair still in the ring and blindly waves it around as Special Ed and Irish Pete dive out of the ring.

Bennett: This whole building is rocking at its foundation!

Nailz: He didn’t do much, but what he did was enough!

Manhattan grabs at the microphone that’s been tossed to him. The Petes and Special Ed have made their way past the officials in the aisle, and are up on the stage area looking back. The EMTs are helping Manhattan White up as he starts to speak.

White: I see…I see…

He fumbles against the ropes but then catches himself.

White: I get it, okay? It doesn’t matter what happens…it doesn’t matter who turns their back on you, even my own family…as long as I fight for what I believe in…even if all I have is me…that’s all that matters. I see it now. Okay? No more! Okay? And I’ll prove it, too! On the next Asylum, whoever wants to climb in the ring, I’ll fight them. Me against whoever.

The crowd cheers as Manhattan finally collapses and the EMTs swoop in to help him out of the ring. The Petes and Special Ed watch on as they walk through the curtained area and we fade to commercial.

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Beckett: Main event time viewers, and this one should be special.

Nailz: HEE-HAW! HEE-HAW! HEE-HAW!

Beckett: What the hell is that?

Nailz: Donkey Punch! HEE-HAW!

Beckett: While my colleague finds his misplaced professionalism let me introduce this bout. Jason Kash, the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship, versus Johnny Knuckles who recently returned to APW. Your thoughts Nailz?

Nailz: I think I’ve had one too many Donkey Punches.

Beckett: Anyway, this rivalry has a long history, over six years in fact, and amazingly Johnny Knuckles has never beaten Jason Kash.

Nailz: Until tonight!

Beckett: Well that remains to be seen, but there would be no better lift for Knuckles’ career than to knock off the ex-Heavyweight Champ.

Nailz: I’m glad you emphasised the ‘ex’.

Beckett: But ‘ex’ for how long, and let me tell you, if I know Jason Kash...

Nailz: You don’t!

Beckett: Shut up! As I was saying, you have to feel Jason Kash must win tonight if he stands any chance....

Nailz: Let me ask you something – what does this match have to do with Survive & Conquer?

Beckett: Well, momentum and whatnot...look you just let me spew out these commentary tropes while you act the jerkoff...

Nailz: Or, we could just get on with the action.

Beckett: Right-i-o, over to you Stenfelder.

Stenfelder: The following contest is tonight's main event and is scheduled for one fall.

"Survival of the Sickest" by Saliva plays. After a few seconds Knuckles walks out and stares at the crowd. He grins, shakes his head and storms down to the ring.

Stenfelder: Introducing first: from the Bronx, New York City; he weighs 265lbs; his is ‘The Innovator’...JOHNNY KNUCKLES!

He takes off his silk shirt, Italian hat and gold chains and hops around in the corner with a look of hatred ready to attack.

As the theme for Monday Night Football begins to play and the rap beat merges in and begins to thump, pulsing the heads of fans filling the arena, Jason Kash steps out from the back as the music spills out vibrating the arena as fans get to their feet. Adora Bailey steps out behind Kash and moves to his side as he steps to the center of the Entrance Ramp. Kash leans forward and slaps the metal stage three quick taps and then puts his two fingers to his mouth, hits the "Air Joint" as do all his fans. Two puffs and his arms shoot up above him as the fans let out a chant of "LIGHT. IT.UP". Kash heads to the ring, touching air joints with a few fans leaning over the guard railing.

Stenfelder: His opponent: from Houston, TX; weighing 230lbs; he is ‘The Influence’...JASON KASH!

He gets to ringside and leaps up, feet onto the ringside apron. He dips into the ropes and throws his arms up once again in the center of the ring. Adora Bailey stands at ringside clapping as he waits for the start of the match.

Singles Match
Jason Kash vs. Johnny Knuckles

The bell rings and Knuckles is the early aggressor getting the better of Kash in a number of grapple exchanges. Each time Knuckles tie Kash up with a side headlock followed by forearm clubs of the shoulders, rising knees to the torso, or stiff elbows to the back of the head and neck; however, each time Knuckles thinks he has Kash in control the former World Heavyweight Champion wriggles free or escapes for a few moments of respite. The last of these exchanges involves Knuckles pushing Kash into a corner and unloading a number of stiff body shots that have Kash spluttering. Knuckles runs is at Kash looking for a shoulder charge, but Kash sidesteps and Knuckles gets all of the ring post. Kash now shows his aggressive nature by unloading as many as fifteen shots to the face of Knuckles, the crowd counting along with each one. Kash holds Knuckles in an inverted side headlock looks for the bulldog but Knuckles reverses and throws Kash across the ring. Knuckles is all over Kash, reverse waistlocks him and drills him with a German suplex...followed by a second...finished off with the third. Knuckles doesn’t bridge, but he does cover Kash and gets a two count – maybe the bridge would have been better.

Beckett: Johnny Knuckles giving Jason Kash the full treatment tonight!

Nailz: That’s my boy Knucks....brother be paid for all that donkey punching.

Beckett: What?

Knuckles continues his assault on Jason Kash with some vicious knife edge chops to the chest – six in total. Kash is left sprawled against the ropes, and Knuckles takes some time to gloat and pose for the fans, doing his trademark ‘hee-haw’ sound. He screws up his fist and goes in for the Donkey Punch but Jason Kash is not mug and nails Knuckles with the Money Shot before he can think the words ‘donkey punch’. Kash makes a cover but Knuckles powers out. Now Kash is on top, whipping Knuckles into a corner, beating him down with some lefts and rights, and pummelling into the turnbuckle with another famous Texan’s trademark mudhole stomps. Kash jogs around the ropes and lines up his prey before charging in with a running knee that almost decapitates Johnny Knuckles. Kash climbs onto the ring apron and waits for Knuckles to get to his feet. When Knuckles does Kash springboards over the top rope looking for the Doobie but Knuckles rolls away. Kash lands on his feet but charges straight towards Knuckles only to be countered with a powerful spinebuster. Knuckles covers, but this time Kash gets a shoulder up. Knuckles tries to press home his advantage, bouncing off the ropes and dropping a knee onto Kash’s elbow successfully four times. Knuckles tries a fifth time but Kash rolls out of the ring clutching his elbow.

Beckett: A lucky escape there for Jason Kash, but Knuckles looks good to pick up his first career win over him.

Nailz: This is pure domination...Nathaniel Havok will pleased with what he is seeing.

Jason Kash starts to walk around the ring, aware of the ref’s counting, and Knuckles follows. Knuckles tries to blindside Kash, but ‘The Influence’ knows what is coming, turns and ducks at just the right moment, grappling Knuckles as he does so and throwing him over his head with a t-bone suplex. The ref’s count is up to eight, Kash slides under the bottom rope to break the count. He commands the ref not to count him or Knuckles out – it seems Kash has something on his mind. Kash rolls out of the ring but Knuckles has recovered and clotheslines Kash to the mat. Knuckles lifts up ‘The Influence’ and Irish whips him into the ring steps. This is Knuckles moment, he rolls Kash into the ring and should cover him but he doesn’t. Instead he climbs to the top turnbuckle, even though doing this takes longer than the three count. He goes airbourne looking for a big leg drop but Kash is playing possum and rolls away. Kash is on his feet, Knuckles staggers up too. Kash tries to connect with the U.T.I. but Knuckles blocks and pushes Kash against the ropes. Kash bounces back Knuckles toe kicks him and sets up The Last Breathe. However on the spin Kash counters and pushes Knuckles away. Knuckles charges in for a clothesline, Kash ducks but both men come together and hit a neckbreaker on simultaneous neckbreakers on each other. After about ten seconds Knuckles is the first to recover and look for the pin, but again Kash kicks out.

Beckett: Whatever Knuckles does he just cannot put away Jason Kash.

Nailz: Has someone been feeding Jason Kash ‘Donkey Punch’?

Knuckles gets up and slowly drags Jason Kash with him. Knuckles toe kicks Kash to the gut and lifts into an argentine backbreaker in search of the Broken Promise, but Kash is wriggling away and manages to twist himself 180º on Knuckles shoulders and starts kneeing Knuckles in the side of the head. Knuckles has to release Kash, which he does and Kash lands on his feet behind Knuckles. Within an instant Kash and connected with U.T.I. and covers his long-time rival.

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Winner: Jason Kash

Beckett: Kash beats Knuckles yet again, but a valiant effort by ‘The Innovator’.

Kash is on his feet celebrating his victory. Johnny Knuckles looks worn out and dejected that once again he failed to put away Jason Kash.

Beckett: A huge win for Jason Kash. He has survived and conquered tonight, but will he do the same in two week’s time at Survive & Conquer and walk out once again as the World Heavyweight Champion.

As Knuckles exits the arena, "Cult of Personality" hits the speakers, and Nathaniel Havok enters the arena with the APW World Heavyweight Championship slung over his shoulder. He grabs the belt and raises it high with one arm as he glares down at Jason Kash, while Kash just glares back at him. They proceed to do this for the better part of two minutes, with neither man making a move. The fans are coming unglued, and have a loud "KASH! KASH! KASH!" chant going, which Havok ignores completely.

Nailz: You can cut the tension in here with a knife! Jason Kash challenges Nathaniel Havok for the APW World Heavyweight Championship in two weeks at APW Survive & Conquer! We'll see you there!

APW Asylum goes off the air with both men still glaring at one another, and "Cult of Personality" continues to play.