Joe reached the Asylum, stepping in, and taking a deep breath, he looked around the arena at the crowd, before putting the microphone to his lips.

“Over the past couple of months… I think it’d be a fair enough statement to say that I haven’t quite been myself” Joe paused, the crowd mumbling in agreement. “I’ve pretty much let people walk all over me, made alliances with the wrong people… this and that, basically, I’ve fucked it up again… and im back in the situation where, I more or less don’t have a pot to piss in… I don’t feel like I own this company, I can’t fucking breathe… I’ve got Kenny Rock more or less doing what he wants and trying to run my shows, I’ve got Pete Borst patting me on the back with one hand, and getting ready to drive a knife into it with the other… and to top it all off… after my exploits with Borst…” Joe parts his jacket, to reveal the 21wrestling championship around his waist. “I’ve got this big lump of gold around my waist… and don’t know what the fuck im gonna do with it, things are going so fast… I’m… I’m almost contemplating shutting this place down and moving on.”

Silence filled the arena.

“But that’s not, what im gonna do… Kenny Rock, Pete Borst and your cronies, get the fuck out here, you’ve got some explaining to do.”

Almost as though it’d been waiting around the corner for a long time, “Slave to the grind” by Skid Row blasted throughout the arena, and a massive firework explosion was accompanied by the first appearance of the night for Kenny Rock.

“Cry, Cry, Cry… is that all you ever do camel? Waah I did this and it went wrong, boo-hoo, I aligned with Pete Borst, and he kicked me ass, sob… and then I screwed with Kenny Rock, and that came around to bite me in the ass too, seriously… you’re one big self pity party, you make me sick Camel… you fucked with Kenny Rock… and you’re paying the price, deal with it.” Kenny arrogantly boasted.

“Listen fucker… I know you think you can walk around here like you’re Mr. Big Shit because you have a little “power” but that doesn’t cut it with me, lets face some facts shall we… you and I, we’re both fucked, thing is… I can actually “deal with that” whereas you’d rather hide between the smokescreen that suggests you’re actually some tough git who’ll just kick Pete’s ass… don’t make me laugh wanker.” Joe responded.

“Well… “wanker”, lets just look at some more facts shall we… firstly, there is no “smoke screen”… I CAN kick Pete Borst’s ass, hell… if I hadn’t been so pleased with watching your demise on Saturday, perhaps I’d be the Asylum champion right now…

but then, I suppose it was worth watching you take a kicking, piece of dirty “semi-gold” around Borst’s waist doesn’t mean shit to me… im in this for the power, and and that last check, I retained it last Saturday, sucks to be you Camel, sucks to be you.” Kenny followed up, the arrogant tone in his voice echoing through the arena.

“Heh, we’ll see Kenny… we’ll see how arrogant that voice is when Pete Borst has his foot down you’re throat, Double Hard is standing on your bollocks, and Callous is shoving a steel chair up your arsehole, you think you have power? You don’t have fuck all.” Joe came back… prompting a short gulp on uncertainty from Kenny.

“I don’t have power do I? Why… that’s right isn’t it Joe? I-don’t-have-any-power. Okay, so I have no power… then why is it that I can simply say, Nayomi versus Anne Anarchy, Krystal versus NERVA! Natural Born Killaz versus Pretty Fly, Callous versus Dark, Double Hard versus Hypnosis, and Synn and Carnage versus Deicide! Ouch… could that be a sign of my power fading away, or did I just book the entire Sunday show?” Kenny said… the arrogance once again present in his voice.

“Right… that’s it you fucking smartass… come down here, im not scared… I’ve fought with you and I’ll do it again… come on Kenny! I fucking dare you!” Joe roared, Kenny simple smiled however, brimming with confidence, he simply smiled, and began to make his way down to the Asylum, cracking his knuckles as he went.

Suddenly, Dark and Grey by Kid Rock plays over the PA, and the crowd erupts when they see Joe and Kenny's slayer at the previous event, Hostile Takeover... Borst steps out, Asylum Championship in hand, with Double Hard, Callous and Zoe beside him, all sporting their respective gold. Borst had a mic in hand and grinned.

"Hello." Borst said cockily, dropping the Asylum Championship to the floor to free up his other hand for a two finger salute.

"Hello? Is that all you have to say for yourself Borst? No explanations? No reasoning for what you did on Sunday? I want answers Borst! Hell... I think everyone in this arena want's answers!" Joe finished, as Kenny Rock reached the Asylum, stepping in, but turning his attentions to Borst, rather than brawling with Joe.

Borst just stood in silence for a moment and looked to his right and left and his team mates, before turning to Joe and Kenny again.

"... you're like a couple of bickering school girls. If I wasn't such a miserable git, I'd be pissing myself with laughter."

"He would you know!" added Double Hard, still chuckling at the toilet incident a few weeks ago.

"That still doesn't tell me, or these people... anythi..." Joe was cut off, Kenny Rock who stood beside him, snatched the microphone from his hands. "Enough of this "explanations" crap! What I want to know Borst... is when the hell do I get another shot at you? I kicked your ass last Saturday... even Xearo kicked your ass... and he's my god damned lackey!" Kenny cried, clearly wanting another chance at the Asylum championship.

Borst scratches his head and whispers something to Callous, before handing him the mic. "Borst says that your question does not warrant a reply." Borst nudges Callous and whispers something to him again. "Sorry... does not warrant a FUCKING reply."

Joe took the microphone back from Kenny, who looked as though he was about to shout a rather abusive response back at Borst "Fine, be like that Pete." Joe started "In saying nothing, you're only serving to piss me, and the fans off more, I think there's a side to you that likes that... but at the same time, I think there's a side to you that doesn't really like being fucked around, well... unfortunately for you, fucked around is exactly what your going to be getting, starting with tonight... where you'll be facing, lets see... I have a nice big roster, i'll pick someone at random... how abooooooout, DOUBLE HARD?" Joe roared, a large grin appearing on his face.

Kenny however, didn't seem to happy that he hadn't been involved, and snatched the microphone. "Yeah! And seeing as I have the rights to most of what goes on in this show... im going to make it a handicap, and... just like this... bastard, here next to me... im gonna pick an opponent at random for you too, lets see... who could I pick, how abooooout... CALLOUS!" Kenny finished, he and Joe now both sporting huge grins.

At that point, the grin on Borst's face suddenly turned upside down, and he looked as if he was about to explode. Meanwhile, Callous had developed a slight smile, as had Double Hard, although as soon as Borst turned to them to complain, they quickly looked angry again, and agreed that it was all pile of yank shit. Borst snatched the mic, and both the fans and Joe and Kenny readied themselves for an intense verbal assault coming from Borst. "Fine. Whatever... LOSERS." Borst muttered, before snatching his title belt from the floor and proclaiming that they're leaving...

"WAIT!" cried Joe. "I'm not done there Borst."

Borst froze and turned around, staring down the aisle at Joe.
"You still haven't answered the question... why?" Joe stopped, smiling to himself and finally anticipating a straight answer from Borst.

Borst picked up the mic that he had tossed to the floor moments ago, and simply said, "Look." as he held up the Asylum Championship. As Callous held up the TV Title. As Zoe held up the Women's Title.

"Fuck." Joe finished, dropping the microphone and realising that he'd played the role of a stepping stone all along, Borst had used him to get the matches required to win all of the gold, and now that he had it, he didn't need Joe anymore, the truth was... Borst had more power than Joe, and he had more power than Kenny Rock, they just wouldn't admit it, and as they turned and scowled at each other, it was quite apparent, that Borst's masterplan was sucessful.

Borst turned for the second time, and began to walk away.

"WAIT!" Joe roared for a second time, Borst stopping in his tracks, and slowly turning. Now looking rather pissed off at preparing to leave twice, only to be interrupted.

Kenny Rock was stood closer to Joe, whispering something into his ear.

"You might be in a good position Borst... but all good things come to an end, so cherish you're little reign of terror... because at the coming pay per view, it'll be you, versus INMATE!"

The crowd erupts, as Kenny Rock backs away, surely having something to do with the recent development, Borst's face once again returns to the expression of rage.

"Oh, you don't like that Pete? That's a shame... because there's more, when you face Inmate at the pay per view... not only will the Asylum championship be on the line... but the loser has to LEAVE the Asylum!" Joe finished, a mile wide smile across his face.

Borst sneers and turns around, going backstage with his head down, dragging the Asylum Championship behind him.

Nerva Vs Krystal

“Hello?” Joe spoke out rather softly, as he knocked on the door of one of the room’s backstage, the door slowly creaker open, but the interior was pitch black almost, Joe waited for a moment, before the silence from within was broken.
“Come in, and close the door behind you.” The voice eerily echoed through the room, Joe cautiously stepped in, closing the door behind him, and shutting out the only remaining traces of light, Joe squinted his eyes… trying to make out the shapes in the darkness.

“Synn?” Joe hesitantly voiced up.

“Don’t question it, Campbell… you knew my name the second you decided to set out on this little endeavour.”

“So it is you.” Joe responded.

“Perhaps, in a room shrouded with darkness, I could be anything, you’re best friend, or your worst nightmare…”

“Yeah, enough of the poetics Synn, I think you know exactly why I’m here.” Joe responded, only to find no reply. “Look, I know you and I don’t associate much Synn, but I want… and I need your help.” Joe attempted to stir some response.

“I like it.” The response confirmed, Joe began to smile, but the supposed voice of Synn wasn’t finished. “I like it, how a man of your supposed stature, has been brought here before me, grovelling for my aid in his hour of need, where were you Campbell? When I and my companions were forced to compete against each other in battle, when we were forced to compete so many times in one night that we lost everything that we had previously strived to attain, you weren’t there Campbell… to you, we were nothing, and to me… you are nothing.” The voice finished, a disturbing hint of hate in its tone.

“Now you listen to me Synn, I handle everything here… your wage, your contr…”

“You handle nothing, Campbell… I would have thought that previous circumstances would have proven that you don’t always know your position in life, look at you now, you come to me, a man who you wouldn’t have previously given a moments consideration to, I find it ironic Campbell, that you think you know everything, when in retrospect, you know absolutely nothing… who’s to say I don’t have plans of my own, and who’s to say that they aren’t in action as we speak? I suggest you leave here Campbell, before you say something you regret, past situations of this diversity have proven, “fatal” for certain individuals, so leave… you never know, we may be seeing each other sooner than you think.”

Joe was disappointed, on most occasions he would have taken heed to Synn’s words, but on this night… he didn’t have the time, he left… crossing Synn’s name off his list, and closing the door behind him.

“So it was written, so it shall come to pass.”

Nayomi Vs Anne Anarchy

"Independant Women" by Destiny's Child played through the arena, and Nayomi arrived, the response was that of huge elevation to Nayomi, cheering wildly, the crowd were greatly anticipating Nayomi's shutting up of Anne, and as she suddenly bolted down to the Asylum, the crowd reached fever pitch.

Nayomi leapt into the Asylum, ducking instantly a punch by Anne, she turned quickly, and smacked her hard around the face! Anne reeled back, before touching her face... and looking at her hand to see blood, Anne was furious, leaping, she flew at Nayomi, but Nayomi was once again far quicker, raising her knee, which Anne hit hard, as Anne gasped for breath, Nayomi flattened her, grabbing a handful of Anne's hair, Nayomi kicked her across the head, before quickly lashing in again with the same leg, and catching Anne across the back of the skull, the finaly move was to throw Anne to the mat by her hair, and slam her skull into the mat!

The crowd now roared with glee, Anne was taking a beating at the hands of Nayomi, who got to her feet and stomped down on Anne, Nayomi leaned over to shout some abuse at Anne, but was caught quickly with an unexpected gouge to the eyes! A volatile Anne got to her feet, running, and hitting Nayomi hard with a knee to the ribs! Nayomi doubled over, but as she did, she was met with a knee to the face by the enraged Anne Anarchy!

Anne stepped back, winding up a huge strike at Nayomi, however, as she ran, Nayomi's instincts kicked in, and she was able to sidestep, while grabbing Anne's head, and propelling it into the Asylum mesh!

Both women fell to the mat, but it was at this point that the crowd began to boo again, Ash was making his way down the aisle, gulping the remains of a 40oz, he appeared to be merely a "spectator", taking a steel chair from ringside... and perhaps for the first time in his life, actually sitting on it as oppose to breaking it over someone's skull.

This however... wasn't going to last.

Nayomi was the first woman up, and appeared to be getting ready to launch into Anne, Ash however, snapped up the chair, and carried it in one hand up the steps, Nayomi saw him, and instantly walked over to confront him.

Ash however, was feeling a little drunk, and lazy.

With one arm, he took an idle swing at Nayomi with the chair, easily able to duck it, Nayomi popped up, ready to hit Ash where it would hurt.

SHATTER!

Ash may have missed the chair shot, but nothing refrained him from swinging his empty 40oz and shattering it over Nayomi's head! She fell to the mat, as Ash snorted in disgust and dissapeared up the isle, Anne Anarchy came to, seeing the downed Nayomi, and picking her up... tossing her out of the Asylum for the win! "Paperdoll" by Kittie played once again, as Anne Anarchy left, but soon after, Nayomi got to her feet... and followed.

"Or what?" Ash replied.

"My husband will kick the livin' shit out of you, thats what!" Nayomi screamed. Ash and Ralph started laughing and Nayomi shot them a cut eye. "I don't need your shit, I'll get your stupid little girlfriend in the future."

Nayomi turned their back on them and picked up a towel off their dressor. She wiped the sweat off her body and Ralph stared. She reached for her neck then slowly went down to shins, as he bent over Ralph looked at her clearly seen ass. He tapped Ash's shoulder and smiled widely while Ash just shrugged and looked at his belt.

"Nayomi?" Biggs asked, he walked in the locker room, and it was de ja vu all over again. He saw Ralph looking at Nayomi's ass and his face grew heavy with angry. "What the fuck?"

"What are you doing in my locker room!?" shouted Ash. Biggs didn't hesitate and rushed at Ralph. He flew back and hit his head on the locker room door. Ash and Biggs began brawling as Nayomi pulled Biggs away trying to break up the fight. Security ran in pulled off both men.

Joe was sure this time, after all, Ash had helped in the 21wrestling attack just weeks ago, Joe unzipped his jacket to reveal the 21w title, in the belief that it may trigger Ash's "helpful memories", however... Joe didn't realise that he was entering the room, to a pissed off Ash, who'd just finished a scuffle with Biggs Dangsta.

“Ash… I need to call in a favour, I know this’ll be the second one since the whole 21wrestling affair, but… I need you’re help, yours and Rap..” Joe looked around, but Raph had disappeared.

“Help? And I get what in return?”

“Well… I can probably guarentee…”

“No, in fact… fuck that Campbell, no more favours for you, I think its YOU that owe’s ME the fuckin’ favours around here… I go down to that rival company and fuck up a few of their guys… and I get what in return… a few cases of booze, some fucktard called Biggs followin' me around, and a fucking kicking from those Natural Born Fucktards? I mean what the fuck is the deal with that, huh? Ain’t me and Raph good enough? You think you to have to hire some fuckin’ shitheads to take out spots?… fuck that and fuck you too!”

“Listen, Ash… I know you’re mad, but you’ve gotta see it from my viewpoint…”

“Nah, your viewpoint sucks Raph’s dick… now get outta here, before I get Raph to eat your shoelaces.”

Joe attempted to say something, but found an empty 40oz bottle fly past his head, he left the room… his second attempt at gathering help, had failed.

NBK Vs Pretty Fly

Steve-O leapt over the rim of the Asylum with a cross body attempt, the towering Lennox Brown however, simply caught him into a military press, and dropped him to the floor! Nate meanwhile had attempted a similar procedue, leaping onto the rim of the Asylum, and becoming airborne, flying at Colin O’Cain, who simple sidestepped, causing Nate to neck himself across the guard rail!

Both members of NBK walked up the steps and into the Asylum, The Killa B grabbing a chair on the way there, however, Pretty Fly were extremely intent on gaining revenge, and they attacked again, Nate was successful, leaping from the rim of the Asylum and taking the Serial Killa down with a missile dropkick, Steve-O however, was in big trouble.

The huge Killa B, caught Steve-O around the throat as he climbed the steps, the crowd gasped, as Killa B lifted Steve-O over the mesh, and slammed him to the mat with a powerbomb! Amazingly however, Killa B was able to use an amazing burst of power, to get to his feet and maintain a grip on Steve-O’s throat, lifting him, from the ground, back into the air and dropping him down with a chokeslam! The crowd gasped in DISBELIEF however, as from the ground, the amazingly powerful Killa B was able to hoist up Steve-O AGAIN! And slam him down with a powerbomb! Killa B however, didn’t have very much time to celebrate his amazing feat, as he soon felt cold steel crack across his upper back, Nate was lashing out… catching Killa B across the back with a wicked chair shot, and then sweeping him from his feet with the chair!

The Serial Killa was quickly up… rushing at Nate, but he too was met with the same demise as Killa B, caught in the head with a solid Nate chairshot! Nate helped up a groggy Steve-O, and the two went to work, attacking the downed NBK members quickly with kicks, suddenly, and rather prematurely, Nate voiced up.

"Dude!" Nate yelled
"What?!" Steve-O replied… The fans building up for what was to follow…
"Surfs Up!" Nate roars, accompanied by most of the arena.
“Tubular!” Steve-O finishes, as he and Nate reach over the edge of the Asylum, as they turn however, they receive an unexpected shock. Both members of NBK are up. Serial Killa and Killa B stand, fists clenched, as Steve-O and Nate ponder their next move, before finally attacking the NBK duo with the surfboards! In two large swings, Nate and Steve-O hit Serial Killa and Killa B with surfboard shots… they sadly, had little effect, only serving to anger NBK more, Serial Killa and Killa B rushed in, pulverising Nate and Steve-O with hard kicks and punches, as Steve-O and Nate went down, Serial Killa and Killa B snatched their surfboards, and began to beat them down furthermore with them, Serial Killa generated a massive response of hatred, as he arrogantly hurled one surfboard into the front row of the crowd in an attempt to take out a few jeering fans.
As Nate got to his feet, NBK took the remaining surfboard between them, and ran at him.
CRACK!
The surfboard connected with Nate, snapping in half and taking him to the mat in the process, NBK discarded the two halfs of the surfboard, before turning their attentions to Steve-O who was getting to his feet, Killa B hoisted him up into a powerbomb, but on the way down, Serial Killa swooped in, pulling him into an almost vertical neckbreaker! The crowd grimaced as Steve-O lay motionless on the mat, the silence however, was followed by some unexpected cheers, not only had Impetigo and Superhero, members of GD6K, begun to make their way down to the Asylum, but so too had Ash, and Raph!
NBK turned, intercepting Impetigo and Super Hero by taking them down with kicks and punches, Ash and Raph however, arrived with a little more weaponry, Ash lashing out at both men with his barbed wire bat, and Raph attacking with… what appeared to be a shoe of some sort, suffice to say, Raph was quickly dispatched by Killa B, who hoisted him up and dropped him with “The Bitter End”, Raph bounced up somewhat strangely, and ran into both Pretty Fly and GD6K members, and NBK began to attack Ash, officials ran down to the Asylum, things in the team division were going wildly out of control, and as the show came to commercial, the Lynch Gang and NBK were left having to be prised apart!

"Yeah, that son of a bitch I'm gonna fuckin' kill him."

"Don't worry about it, that ugly fatass is gonna be humilated to shit after I right my next column. I'll teach that impotent, small-dicked gay like I did Nayomi."

"You do that, Im gonna go cause some shit. You coming?" asked Ash. Anne shook her head.

"Nah I got some writing to do."

Hypnosis: What the fuck? Does no one here know how to knock?

Interviewer: Sorry, but I just received this tape.

Hypnosis takes the tape from the guy, which has simply has “KIDNAP” written on it in big black marker. Hypnosis puts the tape in the machine and starts watching it, indignant of the fact that the whole world could see as well.

** Tommy repositions a camera at some point in a kitchen, in a house. There are no clues as to where he is, but in the centre of the picture sits Natalie, tied up to a chair. Tommy sits at the table, staring into space with a dead look in his eyes.

Natalie starts to plead with Tommy, complaining that the ropes are too tight, and that she cant feel her hands, and eventually gets him to untie her. She sits down opposite him at the table, and tries to look Tommy in the eye, but he keeps looking away.

Natalie: I don’t blame you for this. And neither does anyone else. It’s the Asylum. Fighting day in and day out is not healthy for the body or the mind.

Tommy: …

Natalie: I don’t care what you’ve done in the past, but nothing should turn a man into a shell of what he was.

Tommy: I killed me own father.

Natalie: …

Tommy looks away again, gazing into somewhere in the distance.

Natalie: Tommy, even if you need help, this is no the way to get it. You’re achieving nothing but pissing off Ty.

Tommy looks up in realisation, as if he’d forgotten the reason he’d kidnapped Natalie in the first place. A look came into his eye of actual remorse as he takes Natalie’s hand and kisses it. Natalie had connected with Tommy, and maybe everything was going to be all right.

Tommy’s look of remorse quickly disappears as he tightens his grip round her hand. Natalie starts slapping Tommy with her free hand, but is has no effect as she desperately tries to get away as he reveals a container of lye in his other hand, and pours some onto the wet patch on her hand. It starts to burn, and she freaks out and screams in pain.

Tommy smiles sadistically, but then suddenly realises what he's done, and turns really pale. He pours vinegar on Natalie's hand to stop the burning, and then catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror across the room, which he had been gazing into all along. "What have I done?” he mumbles to himself as he freaks out and grabs the camera and runs from kitchen.

STATIC **

Hypnosis looks beside himself as he sees the mental and physical torture inflicted on Natalie.

Interviewer: What are you going to do about this?

Hypnosis: I don’t know. I’m gonna go out there and win the UK title, and then see where it goes from there.

Interviewer: But what about Natalie?

Hypnosis: I don’t fucking know!

Hypnosis walks out of his locker room looking dejected and hopeless. The man had been crushed by one piece of videotape, but he had to get himself together to fight Double Hard for the UK title. A prize he wanted almost a badly as Natalie.

Double Hard(c) Vs Hypnosis
(U.K. title)

"Double Hard, you may be coming out here thinking it’s an easy title defence against a guy who aint held no titles in the Asylum. But you’re wrong. Well you’re right I haven’t won anything, but that just makes me want that title more. You know how long it’s been since I’ve been beaten Double Hard?

Even I can’t remember, lets take a walk down memory lane. Firs there was… Hostile Takeover. Well I beat Tommy Gunn there by a submission of sorts. Maybe it was a knockout. Maybe it was just I kicked his arse, and won the match.

Fight.Hell.I. The first match at the first and greatest spectacle in fighting, of course I fucking won. I beat Credible, and became UK number one contender for the first time, and Tommy Gunn got scared and took me out.

So how did I get that number one contender match? By running Chaos out of the Asylum in the last ever Hypnosis vs. Chaos match. And this was a week after I beat the man in an unsanctioned car Park explosives match.

So that’s August, July and June out the way. You worried yet Double Hard? The 20th of May. That is the last time I lost a match, and that was to Impetigo and Chaos. The two of them double teamed me, and still couldn’t beat me; I eliminated myself by being too eager to take out Chaos, and getting a ring-out.

So Double Hard. I guess that puts you with a chance don’t it. I only lose when I’m fighting two mean, and your Double Hard, right? So I guess you should win? Either that or your name is just bullshit, and you aint even hard. Well Soft? You gonna prove yourself now, or hide behind Borst and Callous."

As "Bored" by the Deftones played throughout the arena, Double Hard made his entrance, to a not-so-warm response from the crowd, he made his way down the aisle with Jen, as the crowd showever him with boo's, there's only grew, when he took the liberty of stopping, shoving two fingers up at the crowd, and shining his belt up.

Double Hard reached the Asylum, handing his title to the referee, he didn't have time to do much more, as Hypnosis grabbed him by the head, and pulled him into the Asylum! Double Hard got quickly to his feet, but was caught quickly by Hypnosis who leapt, spearing Double Hard to the mat!

Several fists to Double Hard's head followed, before Double Hard recovered from the initial shoc,rolling over Hypnosis and whacking him across the head with some fists of his own, Hypnosis landed an elbow between Double Hard's eyes... and was free!

Hypnosis simply ignored the blood pouring from his nose as a result of Double Hard's fists, and got to his feet, rocking back Double Hard with stunning rights and lefts, Double Hard was in trouble... but lashed out in typical form, hitting Hypnosis with a quick kick below the belt, this... strangely however, seemed only to fuel Hypnosis' fury furthermore... he snapped, simply launching his body into Double Hard, anbd tackling him to the mat!

Hypnosis completely lashed into Double Hard, hitting him with more rights and lefts, slamming his head into the mat... before finally stomping him a few times, picking him up, and slamming him head and neck first into the mesh!

As Double Hard groggily got to his feet, Hypnosis pulled him up again by the head, lifting him up into a powerbomb position, he tried to drop Double Hard's neck across the Asylum rim, Double Hard however was able to shift his weigt, dropping down into a Lou Thesz press, and hammering Hypnosis around the head!

Somehow, Hypnosis escaped again, rolling over and delivering some rights and lefts to Double Hard, out of the blue, things appeared to be over! Hypnosis rolled backwards, quickly gathering up Double Hard's legs... and locking him into the Hypnotiser!

Double Hard struggled in agony, but Hypnosis had been a little premature in locking in the hold, Double Hard was able to use the strength in his legs to escape, pushing Hypnosis away, Hypnosis however was like a vulture, backing away and preparing to take Double Hard down again, Double hard got to his feet groggily... and saw Hypnosis looking to take him down.

"Look! Its your bird!" Double Hard cried is desperation, Hypnosis in his unstable state, looked desperately behind himself, Double Hard simply kicked him hard below the belt as he did so... but one man had been watching this happen from behind the curtain, and was not about to let Double Hard pick up another conspiracy win!

"the ICON" Dark rushed from behind the curtain to a good response from the crowd, in his hands were a chair, and he ran down to the Asylum... perhaps a little... too fast.

Dark didn't see Hypnosis sweep Double Hard off his feet and lock him into another Hypnotiser, Dark also... didn't see the camera wires, as he ran up the steps.

Trip.

CRACK~!

Dark tripped on the wires, falling, and hitting Hypnosis in the head with a chairshot which echoed throughout the arena! The crowd groaned in empathy, as Hypnosis hit the mat in a heap, and Double Hard recovered... Dark meanwhile, fought a battle with the wires which he was now entangled in... surely another ploy by the Asylum to cheat Dark out of getting revenge on Double Hard, as Dark fought with the wires, Hypnosis was out for the count... Double Hard had retained the title, but he had a lot of thanks to give to Dark for it.

"Yeah I said it."

"Ugly fatass?"

"Yeah, I'll say it again you ugly fatass," Anne Archy said. Biggs and Nayomi looked at eachother. Biggs shrugged and Nayomi punched Anne knocking her out. Biggs caught her and put her on his shoulder.

"Looks like we got a new maid."

Sanjuro.

“Sanjuro… listen, before you say anything… this is me, coming to you on my knee’s, and asking for help… I know you have you’re issues with me, but please… hear me out.” Joe took a breath, but before he could speak, Sanjuro un-characteristically interrupted.

“Issues? When you sent the Death Angel after me, that wasn’t issues… when you refused to give me my shot at Borst… a man who I put out of action, when you held me down, forced me to break up my partnership with the GFK, that wasn’t issues either, and now… now you send a knife man after me? They aren’t issues… they are hate, pure and simple hate, I don’t know why or if you hate me, but I hate you, it doesn’t surprise me that I am one of the last people you have run to, not because you didn’t expect my help… but because you underestimate and put me down at every opportunity… well that ends now, get out of here… because I’m going to make someone feel the frustrations and angers which I have been burdened with, soon… so leave… leave before I decide to make you the scapegoat, leave… before you pay the price.”

Joe took the warning, leaving a furious Sanjuro to calm, and light a match, looking into the fire as the camera’s went back to the arena.

"Yo MaMa" CaLLous Vs "the ICON" Dark
(T.V. Title)

"Cut Dark's cool music!" The music cut out, and the crowd quietened down. "You really think you have Dark by the balls don't you Asylum? Well you just happen to be wrong... there's no way Dark is coming down there, until someone moves those wires... oh don't deny it, I know that you've been doing some kind of experiments down there... those things are alive! And don't think I missed the monitors either... that constantly radiant glow can only be the result of radiation! And what about that chair I had a minute ago? Why... it almost jumped out of Dark's hands of its own free will and hit Hyp..."

CRACK!

Dark fell flat on his face, victim of the very same chair he had acidentally hit Hypnosis with earlier, Hypnosis stood over him, pulling him up, as the two began to brawl on the entrance ramp!

Neither man backed down, each viciously laying into the other with rights and lefts... for a moment, "Yo Mama" CaLLous walked through the curtain, t.v. title around his waist, he watched the two men doing battle... but decided that he simple couldn't be bothered... Callous walked back through the curtain... much to the displeasure of the crowd, who soon saw the brawling Dark and Hypnosis dissapear in the same direction.

Callous nods in agreement and gets out of his seat. "I knew they'd pull something like this. What the hell do we do about it now? Borst, you've ruined about fifty Asylum main events, PPV and Sunday Show. What should we do?"

There's a long silence as Borst, who's sitting in the corner of the locker room on the floor, with the Asylum Championship sitting on the floor beside him, thinks of another master plan.

"We should just not fight right? All jump out of the ring at the same time, so it's a draw or something, right?" asks Double Hard, as he still darts around the locker room in a erratic fashion. "Lets all sing a rude version of the yank national anthem or something to piss them off instead!"

"Shut up Dub..." Callous groaned. "This is serious. I knew they were gonna try and break this team up, but not so soon, and not like this. We can't just not fight. That's not gonna say anything. We've gotta send them a message."

"Exactly." Borst says. "So we fight."

"What?" both Callous and Double Hard say.

"We fight. I don't care, I'll fight you both. I'm gonna need as much match practice as I can get after that fucking match Joe and Kenny booked." says Borst as he gets up off the floor. "That's so fucking wrong. I ain't gonna fucking retire from the Asylum, and I sure as fuck ain't losing this title... especially not that fuckhead INMATE."

"I wouldn't worry about that Borst... Inmate ain't been seen for ages. Not since that number we did on him over a month back." Callous replied. "Don't worry about that. But your theory on fighting, to be blunt, is shit."

"Fine. You don't have to fight." Borst says as he wanders towards the locker room door. He grabs the handle and opens the door, before turning back to Callous and Double Hard. "But I will."

SLAM!

“Well… this I suppose, is a grovelling plea, I’ve asked and I’ve asked, but I think I’ve rubbed a lot of you guys back there the wrong way, and a lot of you have lost faith in me, so here I am, I standing before you all of national television, to ask you for HELP!… I just need some of you guys, it really is up to you… do you want to join me and help rid this place of people like Borst, and Kenny Rock?” A long, silent pause followed, Joe eagerly watched the curtain… but no-one came, and Joe had to speak, as the crowd were beginning to get frustrated with the delay.

"How I Could Just Kill a Man" by Rage against the Machine played throughout the arena.

A shocked, and somewhat happy expression came across Joe’s face… as the towering teaming of Colin O’Cain and Lennox Brown, NBK… walked through the curtain.

“YES! I knew I could count on you guys, I suppose this is your way or repaying me for hiring you, but all the same, I can’t thank you both enough!”

Both men marched down to the Asylum, the crowd booing them, still fresh with the memories of their relentless attack on Pretty Fly last Saturday. NBK stepped into the Asylum, and began to circle around Joe.

“We’re sorted now! Come on Borst! Where the fuck are you now? Come on!” Joe exclaimed, as the towering duo of NBK reached over the rim of the Asylum, and snapped up two chairs.

“Yeah guys, that’s the spirit!” Joe looked back to the curtain. “Come on Borst!… come out here and get fucked u…”

CRACK!

A murmur of disbelief shot through the crowd, as Joe found himself sandwiched between a chair shot from Colin O’Cain, and a chairshot from Lennox Brown! Both men threw their chairs to the ground and spat on the motionless Joe, before raising their arms to an intense barrage of boo’s from the crowd! NBK left an unconscious Joe laying prone on the mat, little did they, or anyone know, that Joe was still thinking in his unconscious state… he needed to find someone just as cocky and conniving as himself… and deep in the back of his mind, he knew who that was… was he going to do the unthinkable?

Synn & Deicide Vs Carnage

Carnage tried to get to his feet, but the constant strikes from the two broken hope members kept him on the mat, eventually however, Carnage got a shot in, hitting Deicide hard with a low blow, as Deicide dropped to his knees, Carnage caught him again… first headbutting him in the face, and then latching him onto him with a bote to the forehead which had Deicide squirming in agony, Synn meanwhile walked away, reaching over the edge of the Asylum, and pulling in a chair, snapping it shut with a crack, he approached Carnage who was struggling with Deicide on the mat.

CRACK!

Synn lashed into Carnage’s spine with the steel chair, Carnage struggled for a moment, CRACK-CRACK-CRACK! Three more wicked shot’s from Synn, Carnage had now stopped struggling, CRACK-CRACK-CRACK- CRACK-CRACK-CRACK- CRACK-CRACK-CRACK! The crowd gasped in amazement, Synn frantically lashed into Carnage, again and again and again and again, even Deicide now, had backed away almost in shock, as Synn relentlessly hit into Carnage, Carnage’s shirt had now begun to tear, and crimson blood could be seen pouring through the holes, Synn had broken apart the chair across Carnage’s back, and the jagged edges were now cutting into his flesh, he slammed the chair down, now breathing heavily, and looked over at Deicide, Synn lifted a semi conscious Carnage up from the mat, and held him by the arms, as Deicide checked his forehead, and saw the blood on it as a result of Carnage’s bite… Deicide showed no hesitation in kicking Carnage hard below the belt, not once… not twice, but three times! Synn finally released his grasp on Carnage, who fell to the mat, Deicide however, was still furious at Carnage’s earlier bite, and tore Carnage’s tattered shirt from his back… using it to throttle Carnage!

Synn backed away, smiling at the acts of violence Deicide was commiting, as Carnage’s bare back was visible, the gaping wounds of Synn’s chair attack were clearly visible, As Deicide tightened the shirt, Carnage spat a large amount of blood out onto the mat, as Synn came across the Asylum, and knelt before him, punching him in the face in his unconscious state, after a short signal from Synn, Deicide released the grasp on Carnage, and took his belt from his jean shorts, Synn again pulled up Carnage, and held him by the arms, as Deicide wrapped the belt around his fist, and punched Carnage in the forehead with the heavy buckle! Carnage was now bleeding profusely, from the back, the mouth… and now the forehead, Deicide unwrapped the belt, and used it to whip the prone Carnage, Deicide finally came to a halt, his fit of rage finally withdrawing, he looked to Synn, who simple motioned his finger across his throat, the end was near.

Deicide picked up Carnage, and hoisted him up into a powerbomb, all that remained was for Synn to bring Carnage down with a reverse ddt, and the “God Killer” would be complete.

That however, never happened.

It was a toss up between which moment of the ones which followed, were the most disturbing, Synn… completely out of the blue, kicked out, striking Deicide below the belt… Deicide dropped a bloody mess that was Carnage, but somehow, Carnage landed on his feet… battered, bruised and bloody… Carnage was moving as though the previous beating he had received, was merely nothing. Carnage looked down at Deicide, an insane, yellow teethed grin creeping across his face, almost as though it was second nature, Carnage kicked Deicide in the face, putting him down to the mat, it wasn’t long however, before Deicide was back up… into the arms of Synn, and victim of the “Hell Bound” spinning brainbuster! Deicide was now motionless on the mat, as a gasp which was becoming commonplace, moved through the crowd.
Carnage took out his knife, and inserted it into his elbow pad. Synn stooped down, holding Deicide’s arms to the mat, as Carnage ascended the Asylum rim, looking into the crowd, and preparing to deliver the same Knife aided Maximum Carnage that was quickly gaining a terrifying reputation.

However, several members of the security team rushed to the Asylum, managing to pull Deicide away from Synn seconds before Carnage could make his leap, as security helped Deicide up and out of the Asylum, Synn extended his arms into a crucifix, as Carnage knelt before him, raising the glinting knife into the air… was it the end of Broken Hope?

Or the beginning, or something far more powerful.

Boris Borst Vs Double Hard & Callous

The fans begin to cheer as Double Hard climbs back into the cage, and stands beside Callous. Borst crouches down in a ready position, and waves his arms at them, telling them to come... but both seem reluctant to do anything. Borst screams at them "COME ON!" but they're quite hesitant, and understandably so. For one thing, if they hadn't have joined up with Borst, the master plan wouldn't have happened, and they'd have no gold. Plus, they'd both already fought that night, and weren't at 100%.

Eventually, Borst has had enough. He just wants to fight. WHACK. He smacks Double Hard upside the head, and his follow through catches Callous on the jaw, causing him to stagger back. Borst clotheslines Callous down, and kicks him as he lands, before turning to Double Hard who's on his hands and knees, and giving him a vicious kick in the head. The fans are going wild, as Borst marches around the ring, shouting obscene things over and over.

Double Hard gets to his feet and wipes from blood from nose. He shakes his head at points at Borst, muttering something about not wanting to fight him, but Borst's having none of it. As far as he's concerned, he's been booked to fight both Callous and Double Hard, so he's gonna do it. Borst charges at Double Hard, spearing him into the cage wall.

As Borst pulls back to smack Double Hard in the face, Callous grabs Borst's arm, pulling him back and mowing him down with short-arm clothesline. Double Hard gets to his feet, and hits an elbow drop on Borst, before Callous takes a page out of Borst's book, stamping on his groin area. Borst rolls away quickly, and pulls himself up the cage, before lunging at Callous once more. Callous ducks, but Double Hard who's standing behind Callous puts up his boot, and Borst runs face first into it.

Borst quickly scrambles to his hands and knees, and is about to push himself up when he feels the tight grip of Double Hard's thumb and forefinger, locking him in a excruciating ear lock. Borst waves his arm in the general direction of Double Hard, making enough contact with his chest to cause him to release his grip.

Callous is quick to keep the advantage, locking in a one handed chokehold on Borst, before, hoisting him up into a gorilla press. Callous bench presses him several times, showing amazing strength, before dropping him on the mat face first. Double Hard follows that up with the El Bastardo, kicking Borst viciously in the head, causing the ref to administer the ten count.

The count gets to nine before Borst manages to get up, but as soon as he gets to his feet, he walks into a head butt from Double Hard, followed by Callous hoisting him up for a powerbomb, but Borst manages to unleash a series of forearm shots to Callous's head as he's held in midair, and he gets out of the hold. Double Hard goes for a superkick, but Borst dives out of the way, and Double Hard catches Callous in the face with the superkick!

Borst scrambles towards Double Hard, and blatantly kicks him in the groin, before hitting a hard DDT in the middle of the ring! Callous charges at Borst, attempting to spear him, but Borst has it scouted, putting his fist in the way of Callous's spear, making direct contact with Callous's head.

At that point, Borst calls for a chair. There's a delay at ringside, and eventually someone throws him a chair. Borst is about to turn and toss the chair at Double Hard when he sees who just threw him the chair.

Borst freezes as he stares at this chair provider, but his staring is suddenly cut short when he feels Double Hard's head connect with his groin. Borst crouches down trying to catch his breath, but he doesn't have much time for that. Callous grabs him, as Double Hard places a chair on the mat, which Callous uses to execute the MAMA'S DRIVE ON!

There's a loud smack as Borst's head hits the chair on the way down, and the fans roar. The ref begins to count, but Double Hard breaks up the count at two, feeling the need to poorly execute a Hard-onton Bomb on Borst, before letting the ref restart the count.

The ref hits seven, and there's still no movement.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten. Yep, the ref hit ten, but Borst was up before he did so! Suddenly Borst feels the smack of a steel chair on his head, not once, not twice, but three times at the hands of Callous. Borst somehow stays up, as we so often see him do when something hard hits his head, but when Callous tosses Double Hard the chair, and the Scotsman unleashes two more chair shots, Borst falls to the mat hard. The ref begins the ten count once more, as a pool of blood slowly appears under Borst's head... and to no surprise, he hits ten this time without Borst getting up.

The odds were too great for even the world's most unimaginative and untalented fighter to overcome this time... as soon as the bell sounds, Callous and Double Hard quickly help Borst up, but the groggy Russian/come Englishman isn't interested in their help, pushing them away and staring out at the ringside area, before falling over again.

Callous and Double Hard quickly try to help Borst up again, but he pushes them away again, proclaiming that he'll do it himself. He does... after about five attempts. As he stands before Callous and Double Hard, blood dripping from his head, Callous and Double Hard both extend their hand. They'd had a good fight, and totally enjoyed themselves in the end... but Borst hadn't. They seemed to enjoy it a bit to much for his liking, and instead of shaking, he gives them both a two finger salute, and shouts at them to leave the ring, before turning his attention to the chair provider at ringside again.

Double Hard mutters something to Callous, who nods in agreement, as they both leave Borst alone in the ring. Borst doesn't even notice them leave, as he remains focused on the man that is shown on camera for the first time. He's wearing a cap and shades, and is standing beside the ring announcer at ring side, staring back at Borst.

Suddenly, a huge pyro explosion goes off at the top of the aisle, causing Borst to leap back and cover his head instinctively. As Borst looks down the aisle at the source of the explosion, the man at ringside grabs another chair and climbs into the ring. As Borst turns around, he's tossed a chair and WHACK! He feels the chair punched full force into his face, being made a fuckhead with his own move!

Borst falls to the mat, clutching his face, as the man removes his shades and cap, standing over Borst. He looks down on him, and throws the cap to the floor, and puts his shades in his pocket.

It's the Inmate.

The fans roar when they see his face, and he raises his arm in the air, prompting more cheers. Burton crouches down beside Borst and says something to him, that causes Borst to take a swipe at him from the mat, but Inmate moves out of the way and laughs. Inmate shakes his head and smiles, before climbing out of the Asylum and leaving up the aisle, as Wicked by Korn and The Deftones plays.

As the music eventually fades out upon Inmate's exit, there's an eerie hush about the arena, as Borst pushes himself to his feet; blood dripping from his head, and a look of revulsion on his face.

"FUCK!" he screams, as he kicks the cage as hard as he can, over and over. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

Productive night Boris?