It's been awhile since I could
Hold my head up high
And It's been awhile since I said I'm sorry...”
“It’s been a while” by Staind.

And for the first time, ever.

Differences had been put aside, conflicts, hatreds, feuds… each and all had been thrown to the dust, because this night wasn’t for them, it was for those effected by the tragedy’s earlier in the week, it was for the thousands watching at home, it was for the thousands in attendance, and it was for the thousands who were still working to save lives in New York.

And as feeble as it may have seemed in retrospect, this was Asylum’s attempt to help people, as the World Wrestling Federation had proved earlier in the week, if you could take people’s minds away from the tragedy, if only for an hour or two, you could help.

And so, the show began.

“It’s been a while” by Staind played throughout the Alltel Stadium in Jacksonville, Florida. A different start to a Sunday show completely, Kenny Rock… the Asylum champion, was the first to walk through the curtain, Asylum championship around his waist, and a black armband adorned his arm, and for once, perhaps the first time… he didn’t enter to a boo, but a cheer from the crowd, he didn’t acknowledge it, mainly because deep inside Kenny Rock, the hatred still boiled strong.

Shortly after Kenny had made his entrance, he was followed by the T.V. and U.K. champions, Hypnosis and Xearo, who were followed in suit by Carnage, Persephone and the Natural Born Killaz, shortly thereafter, Joe Campbell emerged from behind the curtain, and was followed by a legion, if not the entirety of the Asylum roster, all walking into the arena to a huge ovation from the attending crowd.

Joe filtered to the front, before exchanging a short stare with Kenny Rock. As the announcer took a microphone he had in hand, and raised it to his lips, waiting a moment for the crowd to quieten.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll now observe a minute’s silence, to remember those effected by the tragedy’s of the past week.” The announcer finished, and the crowd silenced completely, as did the fighters on the ramp, each and all bowing their heads in respect.

The minute passed, the silence had been performed immaculately.

And as it finished, the crowd exploded with cheers and chants of “USA!” “Blood in my eyes” by Dimestore Hoods played, and the show was well and truly on.

The fighters turned to exit the ramp, several of them making their way into the back as the standing ovation from the crowd continued, Kenny Rock was one of the first to disappear, and the rest slowly filtered through, Joe Campbell was one of the last to go, but as soon as he passed through the curtain, he felt a vice like grip take him by the shoulder.

He turned his head, and saw someone that struck true fear into his heart.

Archangel.

Joe didn’t have an opportunity to say anything, Archangel simply said that which he had been waiting to say for a while, then left.

“Out there Campbell, we just payed our respects, but don’t for a second envision that the respect I showed out there amounts to that which I have for you, the AA which will forever remain on your face? Merely a warning shot… I have more to come, so if I were you… I would take this as an opportunity to flee, for your life.” Archangel finished, releasing Joe who quickly sprinted away, the show went to commercial as Archangel backed into the shadows from whence he came.

“Thinks he can push me around, make my life a living hell? No chance… we’ll see how much Archie fancies his chances when he meets my new, hmm… well, not maybe new, but friend none the less!” Joe continued, he was now piling money from his safe, into a nearbye gym bag, he zipped it up, before slinging it over his shoulder and hurrying out of his office.

The camera’s caught up with him just in time to witness his moving down the corridor with haste, making sure to evade any possible attacks from Archangel as he did, he suddenly halted.

“Nurse!” Joe cried, the Inmate’s girlfriend coming into focus on the camera as she looked up. “I don’t have time to explain, just come with me… I’m gonna need you’re help to convince someone, about something.” Joe cried, as Nurse caught up with him, the two made haste through a door, before hurrying down a flight of stairs, and bursting through another into the parking lot. They rushed over to Joe’s car, and got in at each side.

“So, what the hell is this about?” Nurse said as they closed the doors.

“I’ll tell you on the way.” Joe finished, as he started the car, and screeched out of the arena as the show got underway.

A look of surprise fell over Nerva. “Ooh, Laura! Are you all right?” The little girl responded by standing up and running a few paces to Nerva. She wrapped her arms around Nerva’s waist affectionately.

“Security wouldn’t let us in,” said Rachel. “One of the guards went in to look for you, but came back saying you weren’t there.”

Nerva nodded. “Yeah, I had to pick up my dry cleaning. I hope they didn’t start the event yet.”

“They probably didn’t, but anyway… I gotta get to the airport. I don’t know how long they’re going to make me wait to get through to the ticket desk.” Rachel kissed Laura on the head goodbye, but noticed a scrape on her forehead from the fall. “Ouch, that doesn’t look good. Better get that taken care of by the medics inside.”

“All right,” responded Nerva. Then Rachel hurried to her car. “Come on, Laura.” The two walked to the entrance, where Nerva flashed the VIP pass around her neck to the guard. He nodded her in. Persephone stood by the coffee machine unnoticed by Nerva, and saw the scrape on Laura’s forehead. She reached for her cell phone.

“What a bad mother.”

Nothing seemed to go his way anymore.

Impetigo walked through the back halls of the arena. He thought to himself, thought of what he could have been, thought of what he is today, and thought of what he wanted to be. Are looks the only thing people look for in a person? Callous would say yes. Impetigo, on the other hand, disagreed. On the last Sunday Show Callous and Wonder Hanna had played a little game. Why couldn't Impetigo play that game with Hanna?! He is too ugly. Why did that fucking pervert Callous always have to get the ladies?! He is beautiful.

Wonder Hanna was Impetigo's manager and he loved her at first site. It might have helped if Imp' expressed his feelings towards Hanna. Callous was trying to take her away from him, or that is what Impetigo depicted it as. Impetigo was now going to get even.

Impetigo continued scurrying through the halls, looking down the corridors. He had to find Callous. He needed to get Callous out of the picture... so Impetigo and Hanna could be together, forever.

It wasn't that simple.

"Where the fuck is he?!" Impetigo said quietly under his breath. His eyes shifted frantically searching. The outcome was common... he did not find Callous. But, Impetigo had an idea... a great one in fact. He would look for Callous in his locker room. Now, if that isn't original, I don't know what is.

Or maybe he should just express his feelings towards Wonder Hanna? Maybe she would feel the same way? Nah... Violence is the answer, it had to be.

Steve-O - “Dude I’m telling you I was back here earlier and I saw the stuff!”

Nate - “No way dude, seriously?”

Steve-O - “Totally! Dude there it is man! Look upon it with admiration!”

The camera pans to the spot they are staring with looks of admiration and they see. Stuff to make pizza?

Steve-O - “See dude I told you it was here we totally scored us some!”

Nate - “Pizza! Munchies rule!”

The two man nod their approval as Steve-o begins to mix flour and everything thrown together in an attempt to make a pizza crust. He is making a complete mess as he keep randomly throwing in flour, eggs and whatever else he can find.

Nate - “You sure you know what you’re doing dude?”

Steve-O - “Dude I saw that Emeril guy do this on TV one night it is easy. You throw some of this and some of that and BAM you kick it up a notch!”

As Steve-O yells Bam he tosses a huge handful of flour into the bowl which gets everywhere covers Nate’s face.

Nate - “Hey watch it lunchbox. You making a freaking mess!”

Steve-o manages to get it into some sort of dough as he begin to nead it then toss it up into the air. The dough hits the floor and Steve-O quickly grabs it off the floor.

Steve-O - “Ten second rule it is still good dude.”

Nate - “Dude like I care I am starving I got the munchies big time hurry up”

Steve-O tries to flatten the dough but gives up and just throws it on a pan and puts some sauce and some toppings on it and throw it into the oven.

Nate - “My turn dude. I wanna make my own pizza”

Soon enough Nate has tossed a mixture of ingredients into a bowl and is using his hands to try and mix up the stuff. He pulls out this somewhat runny mixture and tries to nead it ito dough. He throws flour in there and all over the place as he throws it into the air.

Nate - “I see the dude at Geno’s pizza do that all the time. Check the skillz dude.”

Nate then tosses the pizza into the air yet again this time a little higher.

Steve-O - “Nice dude but this time you got to throw it mad high.”

Nate - “Dude this is going higher than I am!”

With that Nate gets ready and throws the pizza dough into the air but at the last second he slips and throws the pizza out the door.

Steve-O - “Dude hurry you got seven seconds left or the dough is no good dude!”

Nate - “Shit man I gotta save the dough!”

With that Nate darts out the door. A few seconds later he comes flying head first through the door lands on the table and rolls off on to the floor.

Steve-O - “Dude the dough?”

Nate - “No dough dude just Nico.”

Steve-O - “Nico? You mean? Oh…”

With that Nicodemus has rushed into the kitchen covered in dough. He grabs the turning Steve-o and slams him into the wall. Nicodemus then tosses Steve-o through the hanging pans and crashing to the floor. Nicodemus pulls Nate to his feet then hits him in the face with the remaining dough before gorilla press tossing Nate into the large utility sink. Nicodemus then grabs Steve-o and after a few swift punches throws him on top of Nate. Nico then walks out of the kitchen.

Steve-O - “Dude?”

Nate - “Dude.. your pizza is burning!”

“Listen, if you just sit there in the shadows… you’re fucking condemning yourself, you’re choice… not mine, if you’re gonna be like that then I’ll just go now, you can rot in here for the rest of your life and never hear what I have to say.” Joe suddenly piped up, breaking the eerie silence.

“And what, the fuck… makes you think I’m gonna trust you Campbell? Lets look at the facts, shall we? You turn your back on me with Borst, he turns his back on you… what do you do? Leave the problem to me. You should be in here Campbell, not me.” A rough sounding voice responded from the shadows.

“No, Tyler I’m pretty sure that when you gouged out that guys eye with a spoon earlier this month, you got yourself in this little mess, perhaps?” Joe responded ignorantly.

“Yeah, well… when Pete got shot, there was a little trouble over who the main man would be in here, people obviously saw it as him, but me? Hah… I’ll always new I was the top dog, the guy who lost his eye thought he could take my place maybe, his mistake I guess.” The voice replied.

“Well Tyler, are you gonna hear what I have to say, or what?” Joe said, shifting around as though he was about to get out of his seat and leave.

“Why, what difference does it make either ways? If you got something to say, just fucking say it.” The voice responded.

“Well, it all depends on you I suppose, and you’re attitude, oh… and a couple of things like, say… if you want to feel the sun on you’re face again, if you want to breath air that isn’t stagnant… doesn’t stink of shit, piss… and whatever else it goes through before it enters you’re lungs down here.

Oh, and then there’s Nurse here… but I pretty much think you know what that pertains to.” Joe didn’t get to finish.

“C’mon baby.” Nurse started. “Just hear what he has to say, this is your chance.”

“Yeah, sure it is.” The voice replied.

“Ok Tyler.” Joe started. “Ever hear of…. Day release?”

A long pause followed.

“Guess not, to bad I suppose… maybe you’d have more chance of getting out of here… if you actually knew anything about law, anyway… that’s beside the point, day release, is something which is granted to certain members of this little “society” when its felt that they can behave to an extent that they can go, if only for a short while, back out into society, obviously… with you not being down for actual murder charges, you’re probably eligible for it, in about eight months” Joe finished.

A sigh came from behind the glass in the darkness.

“Campbell… I tore a guy’s fucking eye out with a spoon about two weeks ago, does that sound like “good behaviour” to you?” The voice replied with a hint of sarcasm.

“No, no it doesn’t… but look around you Bur… actually, that’s a little silly, so I’ll let you know… see this cell, this penitentiary, its in a piss-pot town, the cops are bent, heck… they guy who owns this place is about the same shape as a banana… so, you know, a couple of thousand dollars here, a couple of thousand there, you could’ve short Borst yourself, and I could still have you out of here for a few days, every week.

Silence.

“Burton?” Joe said curiously.

“So what the fuck do you want me to do?” Burton responded. “Don’t tell me I’m getting this out of the goodness of you’re heart, there’s gotta be something.” Burton responded once more.

“Oh, there’s something alright… someone, I think you know him well, last time you guys got together, I believe you almost tore his kneecap, and he almost killed you with a roll of barbed wire.

You know, Archangel?” Joe finished.

Silence.

“Burton?” Joe said, curiously once more.

“Deal, where do I sign?” Burton replied.

“Oh, you don’t “sign” anywhere Tyler, this isn’t “above board” you get one day a week, and on that day… you’re pretty much above the law, the rest…” Joe looked around his dank surroundings. “Well, I don’t suppose this place is too bad, who am I kidding… its just tough shit… so Burton, just name your day.”

Silence.

“Sunday.” Was the only word the came from inside the thick glass cell.

“Welcome back… Inmate.” Joe said with a smile, as the Inmate, Tyler Burton… stepped out of the shadows, his arms heavily chained together.

“So, do we shake on it?” Joe said hesitantly.

“I wouldn’t.” Burton said with a grin. “I could probably tear you’re arm off, and pull it through this little hole.”

“Now now Tyler.” Joe said. “That wouldn’t be very wise… I’ll see you, next Sunday… maybe.” Joe finished, as he left the Nurse and Inmate to talk some more.

Unleashing a monster?

Or maybe worse.

Persephone began to respond.

"Yes, I'm calling about a certain woman, who has been mistreating her child."

A slight pause.

"Proof? Well, easily put, you should come down here, and you'll have all the proof you will need, I swear upon those words."

Another pause.

"The charge? Well, I'm not sure what you would call it, but is hitting a young girl obsessively a crime in this country?"

A short pause came over, and Persephone smiled.

"I thought so."

Another pause as Persephone listens on the other end.

"Yes, of course, you know where Asylum is showing? Good, than hurry up, please...."

Her voice begins to crack in "fear".

"I fear for that child, I don't want to see her hurt anymore, PLEASE, I beg of you to hurry.............ok, I'm sorry, I'm just overwhelmed over this whole thing. Yes, I understand, thank you, god bless you..."

She hung up the phone, and quickly spat on the floor beside her. She faked the whole "fear" voice, and showed disgust.

"Dammit, saying "god bless" was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life"

She said in a disgusted way. She snarled, but than quickly turned into a sly grin.

"But it was all worth....it was AAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL worth it"

She laughed lowly, as she slung the Women's Title over her left shoulder and walked off into the distance. Who did she call? What was she talking about? Time will tell. As the Champion walked off into the distance.

Wrestlers? What the hell was the point of these guys coming to his door week after week. Knocking on his office door, and each one, asking the same question.

Joe leaned back in his chair, pondering for once, a peaceful Asylum show, one with out all hell breaking loose, one with out insane chair shots, and one with out wrestlers. And so far, the night was looking very promising for Joe, until a sound
could be heard.....

knock....knock....knock....

Joe looked up, but only for a brief moment, looking at the door, knowing what exactly was on the other side of that very door. It was another lunatic, a lunatic like Kodiak Vic Creed, a lunatic like Carnage, a lunatic like M.U.D. All of them wanted one thing, and that was to be in the Asylum. And he has given in, to the needs of these people, and for once in his life, he wasn't going to give into this man.

knock....knock....knock....

Joe sat there, remembering more wrestlers who have walked through that door, Graphic Violence....Reno Davis....the list doesn't end. Joe brought himself to his feet, looking at the glass window, seeing two, blue eyes gazing back threw at him. The man backed away from the door again as Joe stood there, almost in defiance of answering the door.

knock....knock....knock....

Joe realized, this man wasn't getting the point, Joe didn't wan't him there. Joe had enough wrestlers, enough of the big muscle men in tights, as Joe stood there, looking back at the two cold blue eyes. Joe looked at the man and shaked his head back and forth in a no fashion, sitting back down in his chair, Joe looked back up, as he heard a different sounding noise....

THUD....THUD....THUD....

Joe looked back up at the two eyes, as he slowly realized this man was not going to go away, unless he told him to. As Joe stood up and walked over to the door and pulled it open....

Infront of his eyes was, Sean Williams, also known as Token Weed. Joe recognized his face from various places he's been in the past few weeks, and Joe also knew, since Pinnacle of Insane Wrestling closed, Token was out of a job, and Joe knew what he wanted to say.

"No." is all Joe said to the man, as Token had a look of confusion on his face. Joe looked behind Token, noticing a lady of asian decent, wearing a blue miniskirt, with a halter top on, displaying serious cleavage. Joe looked at her, gazing up and down at her thighs, as his gaze got up to her breasts, he knew this lady was more than just a
pretty face. As muscle tone could be seen, Joe then looked at Token and pointed to two chairs sat infront of his desk. Two chairs that probably wouldn't be their of Arch Angel showed up, so why not get some use out of them Joe thought.

Joe walked behind his desk and sat down, and looked at Token. "So I assume you want a job?"

Token looked at him and gave a brief grin. "No shit sherlock, it doesn't take a fucking rocket scientist to figure that one out."

Joe looked at Token, realizing what kind of person he was, he knew he didn't give a damn, as long as he got what he wanted.

"How about this Token, you pass a drug test." Joe stopped for a moment to snigger.

"And you and your pretty lady here have a contract." Joe said looking at Token, knowing he couldn't pass a drug test if his life depended on it.

"Campbell, the ladies name is Ayano Natsumi, and you have a deal, and if I don't pass the test, the lady gets a contract alright Campbell?" Token said, looking at Campbell, as he shook his head up and down and handed Token a map, with directions around the backstage, of where the medical staff was.

"Hey Joe, I'll see you there, if ArchAngel doesn't break your neck." Token said, walking away laughing with Ayano following behind him.

Joe looked up, "Haha, real funny you damn pot head."

And the truth was, Joe didn't know the half of the pot head part...

The battle brews once again in the Asylum.

"Hehehe," Deicide chuckled softly. His demented eyes stared down his helpless prey. His victim. Deicide was the raging asassin. He was the predator.

He stood tall in the lobby of the arena. Deicide was ready. Evil was ready, "It's FUCKING TIME!"

...The pitter-patter of his feet was heard soon after he pushed the camera man, leaving him stumbling to the floor.

Pitter-patter...pitter-patter

*WHACK!*

- Was the sickening thud we heard, clearly a steel chair. Soon after the repeating chair-shots were evident in our ears, was the manic laughter of Deicide. "Get up, you dumb son of a bitch."

The chair was heard several times, wrapping around the victim's body. It was sickening. The camera lay on the floor, and all we knew was that someone, innocent or not, was being viciously assaulted by Deicide.

The camera man slowly reached his feet...

The sound stopped.

And when he picked up the camera, and pointed it toward the direction of the attack. It was evident Good and Evil would have another epic battle...

Super Hero lay on the cold, concrete floor. Motionless.
Persephone sat on a steel chair, right next to a large door. The door had the silver handle, and the brown outlining. And above the door read "Entrance", and under it was a white sign "Do Not Exit Through Here".

"I can't believe I'm doing this, but in order to pull this off, it must be done."

She said with a deep sigh, and began dropping the liquid onto her eyes. As her makeup began to run down her cheeks from the drops.

They were Eye Drops, and the liquid made Persephone's face look as if she had been crying histerically. She practiced her pouting, and smiled with approval.

Just than, the handle on the door shook a bit, and turned slowly. Persephone got up, with her "propped up" face, as three men came through the door. One in an officer's suit, the other two in black suits with badges in their hands. One man held the badge up to Persephone and asked....

"Are you the young lady that called us about the incidents that have occured here as of late?"

Persephone frowned deeply, "fake"ingly of course.

"Yes, I'm so glad you are here. You have to stop her, she's abusing that poor child, PLEASE, hurry!"

One officer grasps Persephone's shoulder, to calm her down, and stared directly down the hallway and asked.....

"Where is she ma'am?"

"Her locker room is down there, and the sixth door down. PLEASE, you must hurry, I fear for the child"

The officers nodded and began to walk forward. As they left, Persephone smiled widely, and mummbled to herself.

"I warned the bitch, don't fight a losing battle. And I warned the bitch, that I attack all aspects of a human... physical and mental. And this time around, I attack her mind.... I attack her...I attack...Nerva"

She smiled and walked off, to catch up to the officers.

What was planned? Soon we will know.

Fact: Deicide kicked Super Hero's ass last week.

Fact: Deicide kicked Super Hero's ass this week.

Fact: Deicide is an evil, evil man.

Fact: The good guys always win...

Or do they?

"I sware on my life, justice WILL prevail. Pride will excell. And I will once again, save the Asylum from the clutches of darkness, and make it the epitome of truth, heroism, and superiority."

Super Hero, still with the blood stains on his body suit from his previous attack stood in the empty hallway. A circle of fans around him, he feels as though they are his security blanket. His moment to speak what he plans to go on for the rest of his time...

"Deicide, he will no longer have say-so in this promising company. NO LONGER, shall you have to witness his hanus acts, and horrific kiddie porn.

"Did I just say that?"

Super Hero shrugged, and began once more. "Today is a day that the tides will turn and good shall prevail. Deicide, that was your last straw. The very last straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. You people want JUSTICE!?!"

"YEAH!"

"DO YOU WANT TRUTH!?!"

"YEAH!"

"DO YOU WANT PEACE!?!"

"YEAH!"

"DO YOU WA-"

SMACK!

Deicide dropped the steel chair that just wrapped itself around Super Hero's back, and soon after sent vicious kicks to Hero's ribcage. Sickening sounds of coughing and screaming came from our defender, and it seems that there is no hope.

Good guys always win?

Yeah, whatever you say, Super Hero.

He looked down the hallway, and seeing his key into the Asylum walking his way. He knew Ayano would go to the bathroom for him, and take a leak in a cup. He knew she would, and if she wouldn't well, she would.

Token looked up and walked toward Ayano. "Pssst, Ayano, come here for a minute babe."

Ayano looked up, seeing Token standing there, waiting for something as she rushed over, Token approached her. "Hey Ayano, I need you to walk in the bathroom with this cup, take a leak in it, stick this pret...."

"No, I'm not taking your damn drug test, you can take it yourself for once," Ayano said, looking at Token.

"Please Ayano, this will be the last time, I swear it. If you do this, this means a pay check for the both of us, and our trip to the high rises," Token said looking at Ayano. She could see the desperation in his eyes as she reached up and took the cup from his hand.

"You owe me," she simply said as Token grinned, he knew he was going to get his paycheck, which meant more drugs for him. He stood there, waiting for Ayano to come out, he was pondering about being able to lay a fist, with out remorse again, like he used to, back in his CLUB days.

Ayano walked out as Token walked into the bathroom, standing there for a minute, Ayano knew this wouldn't be the last time she would take a drug test for him, she knew he'd come out, and go stick a needle in his arm, and be stoned out of his skull, but she didn't care. She loved him.....

Token stepped out, with a large smile on his face, and a clear plastic cup, with yellow urine inside. He walked quickly to the table, where the medics where sitting. He placed it there, knowing, he had passed this test, even if he did cheat.

Ayano watched as Token turned around, she watched him walk towards her, and she saw where his eyes were headed, right at the bag...

In all of the history of the Asylum, only a select group have received such a unanimous hatred from the crowd. It appeasr that, at least in this part of the country, Synn's following hasn't quite weaved it's way into society.

Synn-"I don't have much to say..."

Crowd erupts in cheers.

Synn-"Fuck you all. Roll the tape."

Footage rolls of last week's attack on Drax in the locker room area. The camera is shaky and out of focus.

Synn-"Stop! Freeze that frame."

Now it's quite clear. Drax was attacked by one big man for sure. A big man named Steven Fury!

Synn removes a folded piece of paper from his pocket and holds it above his head.

Synn-"We have a challenge here. Steven Fury vs. Drax. Best of Three series. Each match won will award the victor...one point five million dollars."

The crowd errupts once again.

Synn-"Nothing pleases you people more than blood. You all make me sick...but that doesn't alter my course. The world once tried to stop me,a nd failed. Do you people honestly think that a someone like Steven Fury can pull it off?"

Then it happens. Steven Fury appears on the big screen. The crowd cheers. perhaps more for spite of Synn than love of Steven Fury.

Steven-"Well? Do you planning on sitting out there running your mouth all night or are you going to put your money where my fist will soon be...where your mouth is?!"

Synn truns his back on Fury's image and stretches out his arms. More booing. A deafening chant of asshole bounces from every wall until...

Suddenly the crowd stops. Drax has the microphone. Since appearing in the Asylum weeks back, he has yet to speak. The crowd listens intently.

Drax-"Fury...you've just signed your death certificate. I accept!"

Synn and Drax leave the same way the entered, back through the curtain with Marilyn Manson playing and an immensity of hateful boos.

Nerva Vs Nayomi

Nerva started the bout with a low and then a high roundhouse kick, both of which Nayomi blocked. A second later Nerva connected a hook kick to Nayomi’s chin, and then struck her with the point of her elbow. She followed up with a back fist to the face, stepped back a few feet, and spun around with a heel kick. Nayomi ducked and swept Nerva off her feet.

Nerva kipped up fast, but Nayomi picked her up and spinebuster slammed her to the mat. The ref began his count, and groggily Nerva managed to get to her feet. Nayomi charged forward with a spear, but Nerva saw it coming and countered with a vicious back kick to the skull. Nayomi staggered back a few yards from the impact, and subsequently Nerva delivered a tornado kick to the side of Nayomi’s face. Nayomi went down and a count began.

Just as Nayomi got up at five, Nerva attacked with rapid kicks to the thighs. Nayomi fought back with a right-handed punch, and then a left. Nerva staggered, and Nayomi sent her down to her knees with a standing enseguri kick. Nayomi dropped down to one knee to be level with Nerva, and then delivered an uppercut to her chin. Nerva was flat on her back, and Nayomi decided that it was time for the Panther Grip. She crossed Nerva’s legs around hers and attempted to roll her over, but Nerva wouldn’t give.

Nerva used her formidable leg strength to push Nayomi off and into the mesh of the cage. She rolled back onto her feet and went for a flying fist attack, but Nayomi dodged. Nerva’s knuckle hit the cage and subsequently began to bleed. Nayomi attempted a right, but Nerva blocked it and chopped her in the temple. She then grabbed Nayomi by the wrist, and sent her back first to the other side of the cage. She eyed Nayomi.

Dash.

Handspring.

Cartwheel.

Back flip.

Although it was an athletic display, Nayomi scouted it and trapped Nerva in a full nelson, before falling forward with a face slam. Nayomi attempted a crippler crossface submission, but seconds into the move Nerva rolled out of it. Nerva got to her feet, but Nayomi grabbed her by the ankles and yanked her back to the ground. She elbowed her in the back, and then reached for a chair from the outside.

Snap, it folded shut. Nayomi lifted it up and waited on Nerva to get up. She hesitated a moment too long, however, as Nerva axe kicked the chair right onto Nayomi’s head. Nayomi fell forward onto the mat, and Nerva placed the chair onto her head.

Nerva somersaulted with a butt-splash, but Nayomi moved her head. Nerva held her tailbone in pain, and this allowed Nayomi to pick her opponent up and DDT her to the chair. Nerva was more or less out cold. Nayomi unfolded the chair and sat it down, then waited on Nerva to get up.

Suddenly, a woman jumped the barricade, rushed past security, and climbed into the cage. She was directly behind Nayomi. Nayomi turned around to see what all the commotion was all about, but then ate a super kick to the face. Nayomi lost her balance and leaned against the Asylum gates for leverage, the woman moved in closer this time which seemed to be for the kill.

As Nayomi slowly got to her feet, the woman clenched her fist and jumped off with a kick on Nayomi that knocked her back through the cage. Medics swarm Nayomi as she lays motionless outside the Asylum.

Nerva watched the woman run back into the crowd past security, disappearing amongst the people as the referee counted to ten. The ref raised her hand as her music resurfaced, and despite being confused by the help, Nerva raised a fist to the crowd and celebrated.

Steven Fury Vs Drax
(Best of 3, Match 1)

“Hair of the Dog” By Nazareth played, Steven Fury… despite it meaning two matches on the night, was never one to back down from a fight, especially when hard cash was involved, he entered to a similar hateful response from the crowd, before reaching the Asylum, and removing his jacket.

Clash of the titans? It certainly looked that way.

The two monsters stood nose to nose, the arena buzzed in anticipation, and finally the silence broke.

A slap to the face, on Drax, by Fury.

Drax tilted his head slightly, Fury smiling at the act, before following up with a hard boot to the ribs, Drax however was unmoved, another boot by Fury, the same effect, Drax replied, punching Fury in the face, nothing, again… and no result! The two began to exchange blows, but neither man could shift the other, suddenly, Fury backed up.

WHACK!

He caught Drax wicked clothesline, but Drax again didn’t budge, WHACK! Another hard clothesline by Fury, Drax backed away, running at Fury himself, and catching him with a vicious shot, again to no effect! A hard right followed, but neither man appeared to be able to sway the other!

Fury stepped back.

Several paces.

The crowd were now stirring in anticipation, as Fury measured up. He ran.

CRUNCH!

And this time, there was effect… bigtime, Fury catching Drax between the legs with an absolutely tremendous kick, Drax stumbled, before seconds later being leveled by a massive running boot from Fury! Finally one of the two had gone down, as Drax stumbled back up to his feet, Fury now attacking him with rights and lefts, Drax fought back, hitting Fury with a low blow of his own, and finally putting him down!

Drax took Fury, and in an amazing display, managed to chokeslam him to the canvas! Fury however was instantly up, and the two stood nose to nose again! No matter what the hold, it didn’t appear to be effecting either man!

Again, Fury slapped Drax across the face.

CRUNCH!

Drax brought Fury to his knees, bringing him into a knee below the belt, and finally flooring him with a hard elbow to the head! Drax stomped on the downed Fury, before pulling him up and ramming him skull first into the Asylum rim! Fury’s head bounced back, and as he recoiled back into the center of the Asylum, he was leveled by Drax, who proceeded to make his way to Synn, who handed him a chair.

But symbolically, Synn handed Drax nothing but the end of the match.

Drax turned straight into a running yakuza kick from Fury, it sent the chair into Drax’ head, and knocked him flat out on the canvas, but Fury was by no means finished, he hoisted up Drax, pulling him first up by the head, and then lifting him up further.

Powerbomb.

The the outside of the Asylum!

The crowd couldn’t believe it! Fury had won the match, pocketed the cash, and destroyed Drax with the powerbomb at the same time, an unimpressed looking Synn casually made his way out of the ringside area, as Fury was handed the cash, “Hair of the dog” by Nazareth played, and the show went to commercial.

With an air of caution, Nerva walked to the door and opened it to see three police officers. It wasn’t the officers that struck a chord in her; instead, it was the woman standing behind them with her arms crossed over her chest, Persephone. “What’s the fuckin deal?” Nerva demanded to know. Persephone’s devious smile put her in an insecure mood.

When the officers turned to Persephone, her smile erased itself and her face soon turned like an innocent puppy. “Look at her hand! Look at her hand!” she said. The skinny officer at the left flank looked down to see blood streaming down Nerva’s hand. He focused on it for a while, until Nerva cocked her head at him. “What’s your problem?”

The officer nodded to his peers, and the three of them walked into the room, brushing Nerva to the side. “Where is the kid?” the tallest officer said. He didn’t need an answer, as he saw Laura coloring in the corner, with a bandage over her forehead. “Come on, kid-” The moment he reached for her, Nerva pushed off the wall and ran towards him. “Don’t you fuckin touch her, you son of a-”

The last heavyset officer brought her to the ground and held her in place with his weight as the tall officer guided Laura to the door as she twitched with confusion. “Get her into the squad car,” he told the skinny officer, “and take her to the station. We’ll find a place for her to stay tonight.” The fat officer got off of Nerva and followed his men out the door.

Nerva looked up as the door closed, but it soon opened again. Persephone walked in, smiling a smile of accomplishment. Nobody else was in the room, and Nerva realized what her enemy had done. She took Laura away. “You motherfuckin bi-” Right when Nerva stood up, Persephone cut her off with a swift sidekick to the face. Laughter followed as she left the room.

The door closed again. Nerva crouched her body in the fetal position and trembled in solitude.

Joe - "What the fuck are you doing in here?"

Hypnosis - "Joe. I haven’t asked you for much since I came here. I aint even seen you since I joined in January, but I got a question. More of a request…"

Joe - "No, fuck off."

Hypnosis - "Hear me out mate."

Joe - "What species are you?"

Hypnosis - "Huh?"

Joe - "Species, dumb fuck. Species."

Hypnosis - "Human…"

Joe - "Well then you’re none of my business. Go speak to Stephanie Connor, the Human Resources Manager and Talent relations for Asylum."

Hypnosis - "Fine mate, see ya when I see ya... Idiot."

Joe - "What was that?"

Hypnosis has left leaving the door open. Joe yells down the corridor at him, but Hypnosis is heading towards Stephanie Connor’s locker room, wondering why her name seems more familiar than just another member of the Asylum.

Hypnosis knocked on the door, already blatantly giving more respect to Ms. Connor than he had done to Joe. There was a muffled reply from inside and Hypnosis entered. He saw, papers and videotapes everywhere, but no one, until the largest pile of papers fell off the table, and there sat Stephanie Connor.

“What do you want?” She asked in a tired, bored… office job type of tones.

But Hypnosis was speechless. Speechless but no thoughtless. The main thought going through his head was remembering where he last saw Stephanie Connor. Ice Cold Stephanie Connor. In one night, she had been screwed out of the women’s title by Kenny Rock, and then had come down and helped Hypnosis win the TV title, and got her revenge on Callous for taping her shower. The other thoughts were all, “So fucking fit.”

Hypnosis - “Thanks”

You came here to thank me? For what?” Replied Stephanie, as Hypnosis answered with how she had helped him win the TV title.

“Well, I didn’t do it for ya, but I guess I done a good thing. Callous is nothing but a sex addict, and you’re the TV Champ. Is that all?”

“Well actually I came here to ask for tonight off. I don’t trust myself. I think I could seriously injure Kenny Rock”

Stephanie gave Hypnosis a look of disbelief. “This. Is the Asylum.” is all she said, and with that Hypnosis had been let down.

Hypnosis, still staring at Stephanie in disbelief over her looks, tried to make some conversation, “You need any help?”

Stephanie laughed, and just pointed to the door. Dumb fighter is obviously what she was thinking, and Ty hated it. He was clever, just he was blessed with the voice of a dumb shit. IT worked to his favour normally… but forget that. Tonight his fight with Kenny Rock was on, and he had to prepare.

Nate takes a huge puff and coughs a little as he passes it to Steve-O who is holing a piece of meat on his eye.

Nate – “Dude that is good shit but i wish we had some pizza to go with it.”

Steve-O(Takes a huge drag) – “I know dude seriously some pie would be killer right now but Nico thrashed us and our pie got burned harshly.”

Nate - "I know that tosser Nico thinks because he is all big and king of the deathmatches that he can push us around here gimme the joint dude."

Nate takes another big hit off of the joint.

Nate – “I am serious though dude if he had not blind sided me while i was in search of the pie i would have just beat his ass old school.”

Steve-O – “dude..”

Nate – “Dude totally i would of been like bitch that is my pie and then blah blow his ass would of been on the floor crying as i most triumphantly take back the pie!”

Steve-O – “I know dude you would of totally been David to his goliath to save the fair pie!”

At this time Joe happened to be walking by trying to figure out what to do about ArchAngel he hears the guys talking.

Joe – “So, from what I hear, Nico trashed your attempts at dinner earlier on?”

Nate – “Dude he totally destroyed the pie! I’m gonna beat his ass big time.”

Joe - “Well then Nate you got your wish next week David gets goliath good luck fighting Nico, you’re gonna need it.”

Nate looks over at Steve-O who is puffing away on the joint.

Nate – “Dude did he just say what i think he said?”

Steve-O(nodding) – “Dude....”

Nate – “Revenge for the pie...Pass me the joint dude...”

Nothing. Except for a pile of used tissues, a lesbian shower film on a TV monitor, and a pair of blue jeans.

Callous was no where to be seen. This meant Impetigo would have to wait longer. He hated to wait. Imp'would now have to wait until next Sunday. In the meantime he would try and talk to Wonder Hanna, about how he felt. Key word is try.

As Impetigo hung his head in shame for the fact he would have to wait, a figure walked into the room. Impetigo not looking up, swung the chair furiously
down upon the man's head who he hoped was Callous.

A blinded rage.

It wasn't him. It was an innocent security guard. Acting on instinct Impetigo dropped the bloody steel chair and ran out of Callous' locker room, down the hall and out of site. He did not mean to smash a chair over an innocents skull, and he was sorry that he did. But it was too late. Impetigo had failed again. He always failed, he could do nothing right.

Malone - "Finally the big man comes out to speak to us.. Maybe now things can be straightened out."

JPP - "What's zhe need to straiten zout?"

Malone - "Well, I for one want to know why he took out Credible last week handing a victory to Xearo? Is he working with Xearo or was he just after Credible?"

JPP - "I think he realized Z'arrow needs all zee help zee can get!"

Malone - "What the hell are you talking about. Xearo is one of the best fighters we have here, he doesn't require help from anyone."

JPP watching in amazement - "You seem a bit too concerned by zis all. Z'arrow zneeds all zee help Furriez can give zim. It appears zat Z'arrow zas hired Furriez to keep zim hiz UKO title to me."

As Steven and MJ make the trek to the ring the fans continue to boo. They step into the Asylum, smile and bow to the fans. Steven looks around and smiles as the crowd continues to boo. The 7 foot personification of perfection smiles an evil smile as he begins to speak in to the mic.

"I know! I know! You're all sitting in your seats just waiting for me to make my presence felt. You're all out there just waiting to be in the presence of Perfection Personified..

Well I'm Perfection Personified and here now, so you can all feel relived and bow at my feet. " Steven pauses for a moment and listens to the boos grow louder before continuing. "I know all of you are asking yourselves, Who is this man who appears to be so perfect and what's he all about." Steven smiles and bows once again as chants moron begin to ring through the arena. "I thank you one and all for proving me right. You are nothing but a bunch of bottom feeding, lazy lameass idiots, but I can hardly blame you all for that, since that is what you have been watching and continue to watch here in the Asylum. After all you are just like all these so-called fighters here." Steven says as he chuckles to himself.

Malone begins to grit his teeth as he tries to fight back the urge say something and JPP smiles big as he watches and listens intently.

Malone - "WHAT WE WANT TO KNOW IS YOUR EXPLAINATION FOR AIDING XEARO! WE KNOW THAT YOU DON'T LIKE HIM!!"

JPP - Stop Yelling!

The crowd suddenly yells "yeah, answer that" in unison as Steven and MJ shake their heads in disgust. "Well, I guess I do owe you an explanation on what my reasons for doing that, last week was." Steven exclaims. After a brief pause he continues. "Well...actually I owe you idiots nothing. I'm not out here to explain the motives behind what I did.

I'm out here to answer the question of 'just who is Steven Fury?'." Steven smiles as he sets up a couple chairs in the center of the Asylum and sits down next to MJ.

Malone shakes his head in disbelief as he can see this is something he doesn't want to hear.

JPP - "Diz ought to be good, I like diz guy."

Malone - "You would!"

Steven with a huge smile on his face raised a book in the air and says. "This is the story of my life. It was the number one best seller for almost a year."

Malone - "Liar! That's not possible."

JPP Frowning - "Why don't zou let zee man zspeak, zou may learnz zomthing."

Steven opens the book and continues.

"This is my book. Perfection Personified: A dose of Fury's reality!" Steven pauses as the boos get increasing louder and the chant of boring begins to be heard as Steven begins to read.

"Chapter one. How I saved wrestling." Steven pauses and looks around as the crowd noise continues to grow. "When I broke into wrestling it was seemingly at an all time low. No one wanted to go to wrestling matches anymore, no one wanted to watch all these overpaid talent less hacks continue to botch marks and look stiff in the ring. Enter Steven Fury, Me. a man among men, the one the only true talent in wrestling. Finally Perfection Personified would lead wrestling back into the limelight and lord knows it needed some serious help."

Steven Stops as the crowd gets louder and louder. Steven looks at them with an angry look and says. "Look! I've gave up some of my precious time to come out here and honor you with the presence of true perfection and you act like this? Show some respect you idiots." Steven looks back down into the book and continues to read.

"It was a time of despair and wrestling promoters everywhere were looking for someone to raise wrestling back to its once high standard. Legend of a big man destroying any and all comers grew rapidly, soon wherever I showed up those half empty arenas were full of people. They pilled in from all walks of life, no one was left out, everyone wanted to see the one true Perfection Personified. I took it all in stride and lifted the sport of wrestling on to my back and carried it back to greatness.

Yet for some reason the people continued to jeer me, no matter where I went or who I faced the people would root for my opponent.

This was confusing as there was no way my opponents could ever beat me; after all I am Perfection Personified." Steven pauses as he looks out at the crowd and says.

"Much Like here you all jeer me - because you're idiots. Just like before, no one can beat me and I will lift the Asylum on my back and carry it back to it's former greatness. No one 'will' stop me, no one 'can' stop me, I will continue to do things my way and no one will ever change that because I am Perfection Personified and I'm going to do for fighting what I did for wrestling.

Like it or not, boo me if you must, but remember that soon tickets will be impossible to find as everyone will be begging to get in to get a glimpse of perfection. As for you fans, I say screw you, I don't need nor do I want anything from you." Steven stands and smiles as he notices Malone pounding his head on the table.

JPP - "Now zats what zee Azylum needzm a manz of actionz!"

Steven looks around with a sneer on his face as the crowd begins to cheer!

Cheering for Steven? No. For Xearo L'Vagrant as he enters through the crowd hopping the barrier holding onto the UKO title and a piece of paper. Malone
stands up to read but Xearo puts his hand up and grabs JPP by his ear entering the Asylum....

Xearo jerks the microphone out of Steven's hand, but takes note of MJ Francis yet again giving the mute...the finger. Xearo shoves the paper and the micrphone into JPP's hands gesturing him to read...

JPP - "Oui...you want me to read? Well, no - feck you!"

*SMACK*

Malone - "GOD DAMN"

Xearo bitch slaps JPP to the floor. JPP quickly gets back to his feet fumbling with the paper and microphone as the crowd laughs their asses off at the French Buffoon...Xearo waves Malone into the Asylum instead. Malone gets into the Asylum and takes the paper and microphone from JPP. Malone nods to Xearo and starts to read...

"I don't want to hear it.

I don't want to hear your...explainations or Joe's explainations

...all I want now is my knuckles implanted into the side of your fucking heads.

I don't want to wait for a PPV.

I don't want to deal with the bullshit or the confusion of why you helped me.

I don't care.

All, I know is that last Sunday a fat ape helped me win a match.

Yes, I "said" fat ape

Look at you Steven...you're nothing but a giant fucking head."

The crowd laughs at that as Steven grits his teeth. Xearo gets into Steven's face as Malone keeps reading...

"You can't fight....You wrestle. Well, if you call FAT APE DANCING...wrestling

...Joe just hires you guys because you're nothing but muscles and catchphrases...

You're what's "in". You're all sizzle and no steak.

You guys aren't anything but hired hands...and when the hands start thinking that they are the brains...

It's time to amputate.

I'm not going to go crazy. Because I know you want me to.

I'm just going to wipe you and Joe off the face of the earth."

The crowd raises into cheers as Steven obviously scoffs and he and MJ flip Xearo the bird in Unison.

"Tonight, I'll take on you and Joe. You want the title so badly...then I'm right here. Not hard to find really...

...I'm the one not running my mouth for a change...

You, Joe and I in a Three way UKO match. Sound nice?"

Walking down the hallway, was a man who thought he could pull Dark out of his little rut. That man was one of the newest Asylum arrivals, Token Weed. Over his shoulder sat a black bag, two syringes were full inside, and Token couldn't wait to get home to use them. But he knew, that he needed some money. For what? To go buy some more heroin.

Token walked towards where the locker rooms were, he walked past A.D.'s locker room, knowing A.D. didn't need this shit, he was already a fucking faggot with Kenny Rock. Token walked past Arch Angels locker room, and he was sure Arch Angel didn't need this, Token did wan't to walk out of the Asylum show alive, and not with a hyperdermic needle slammed between his eyes.

Finaly he arrived at his destination, and knocked on the door as Dark pulled it opened and looked at Token with a weird look, "Does Dark know you?"

"Of course not, I'm Token Weed, hey can I come in and show you something?" Token asked, smiling the whole time as Dark showed Token the way in as he slammed the locker room door.

"If your wasting Dark's time, your going to get an ass beating," Dark said, looking at Token as Token just sat there with a grin on his face.

"Dark, come here and look at whats in this bag," Token said, unzipping the bag, where two syringes with needles in them sat on a towel. Token smiled as Dark looked at them....

"What is this?" Dark asked, looking at Token, expecting an answer.

"Dark, this is heroin, I can give you one of these needles for 50 bucks," Token said, smiling as Dark took a step back. Dark knew this was some serious shit, but he looked at Token more.

"Dark, this will help you win in the octagon, I mean you have lost five god damned matches, and now you need an extra boost, so come on Dark, I'll give you a free sample, and next week we'll talk," Token said, putting one of the needles in Darks hand, walking out of the locker room.

Token stood there with a grin on his face, "Dumbass...."

Xearo & M.U.D Vs Steven Fury & Joe

"Eh, No. That does not sound "nice". It sounds bad...really fucking bad. I'm not facing off in a bloody three way with you. Why would I fight you alone? Fury's the one I want as Champ...so it's Fury and I against...well..you fuckhead. Well...that is...if you don't find a tag partner. Which I doubt you will.Oh, and nothing you can do about it really...seeing as how *I* am running the fucking show. And not your lover Kenny Cock." Joe grins widely as the crowd jeers him and Xearo starts to get uncomfortable...the idea of facing Joe and Fury - alone? Not cool.

"Eyeless" By Slipknot begins to play...and the crowd cheers as M.U.D makes his enterance...Mort asks for the microphone...but Joe does not comply."Oi. You aren't even supposed to BE here. Fuck off, yank." Before Joe can get out another word MUD rips the microphone from his hand and begins to speak.

"Hey! I'll be your partner. But, only if the same rules apply. Who ever knocks a guy out first...get the belt. I'm not out here for my health. I'm here for a contract."

Xearo looks over to Joe and look over to Steven Fury and Nods over at MUD. Joe doesn't like that one bit as now he's frowning hard at MUD. MUD turns around with a small grin on his face. "What's wrong Joe? Gotta take a shit? Too much French Fries with Mayo? Ahahaha...you Brits and your greasy ass food. " The crowd laughs as Joe stands there...eye twitching to sound of Steven's and Xearo's exiting footsteps.

"Blood in my Eyes" Began to play yet again as Joe came out jogging a bit and throwing some punches at the air.

JPP - "Ah. our wonderful fighting president..."

Malone - "Give me a break"

Joe Enters the Asylum just as "Eyeless" by Slipknot begins to play and MUD quickly scrambles down to the ramp - jumping the rim of the Asylum and throwing punches at Joe! Joe is caught completely of guard as he is whipped into the rim of the Asylum and given hard chops to the throat! The crowd cheering as MUD quickly sends Joe crashing to the mat with a snap suplex. MUD backs off waiting for Joe to get to his feet...

WHAM!

Devasting Yakuza kick! MUD follows that up with mounted punches...

"Hair of the Dog" Burst over the speakers and Steven Fury quickly makes his way down to the Asylum, jumping in and pulling MUD off of Joe and taking him down with a Backdrop into the canvas...

JPP - "Ooo...7 foot back drop..."

Malone - "Ooo...shut your face."

MUD gets up only to get a boot to the midsection and recieve a sit-out powerbomb! Joe gets up and puts the boots to MUD. Joe and Steven get a good Few kicks in before lifting MUD to his feet and Nailing him to the mat with a Double Team suplex...

JPP - "Where your boyfriend?"

Malone - "Who? Xearo?"

JPP - "GAHAHA...Z'arrow iz your boyfrind...GAHAHA..."

Malone - "That's not what I meant and you know it!"

JPP - "Yah, right. You want to have ze million of 'is babies!"

Malone - "Shaddup....where is Xearo though? He can't be letting MUD take the beating can he?

JPP - "Oui, he's an evil monkey..."

Or not. The crowd raises to an uproar as Xearo comes running through the crowd over the barrier and into the Asylum with steelchair raised and UKO title around his waist! Joe turns around...WHAM! He catches a Chairshot right across the forehead! Xearo turns around to nail Fury...but Fury simple takes the Chair away and smacks Xearo on top of his forehead. Fury turns around...and catches a Dropkick from MUD smashing the chair into his face! MUD backs off a big as the ref just generally counts for everyone...

1...

2...

3...

4...

Xearo starts to get to his feet...

5....

6....

7...

Joe gets to his feet shaking the cobwebs out of his head...

8...

9....

Fury slowly gets to his feet..

...and is knocked to the mat by a spear tackle from Xearo! Joe gets up only to find MUD charging at him with the Steelchair in hand! Joe ducks the first chairshot! Ducks the second! The third however connected with a clean snap and with Joe dropping to the canvas yet again. Xearo however had pulled the massive Fury to his feet and began ramming Steven's face into the rim of the Asylum...

The ref began counting Joe out...

1....

2...

3...

4...

Xearo jumps on top of Fury's shoulders and starts raining fists down on top of his head. Fury grabs Xearo by the waist and sends the mute crashing face first off of his shoulders into the Mat! The crowd gasps at such a brutal move but shouts warning to MUD...who turns around a bit too late and

Slap! The sound of a hand wraping around your neck.

Whoosh! The sound of being liftd several feet into the air.

WHAM! The sound of Being chokedslammed to the mat by Steven Fury.

Joe Begins to get to his feet a bit and chuckles a a bit at MUD sprawled out on the mat as the Ref begins to count...

1...

2...

Xearo gets to his feet and sneers at Fury! Xearo swung in complete anger and missed entirely!! But Fury went down anyways!! The crowd was confused and so was Joe as MUD got to his feet and the ref start to count out Steven Fury. Steven smiled as if dreaming about heaven and the ref counted...

1...

2...

3...

Joe was dancing about by now kicking Fury trying to get him up...MUD started to laugh and just leaned back against the rim watching what was about to unfold. Xearo sneered at all three men before he jumped on a smiling Fury and tried to pull him to his feet...

7...

8...

9...

10!

Xearo face twisted in anger for the second time this month. Steven sprung up and shook hands with the shocked Mute. Joe stood in Steven face yelling and Cussing...Steven lifted Joe up over his head in a military press...

...and launch Joe right out of the Asylum! MUD slowly made his exit as well....Steven turned around patting a sneering and scowling Xearo on the shoulder. Xearo quickly sprawled up Fury's body and locked him a the mid-air armbar a "Enternity in Tacturnity!" Steven dropped to one knee in emmense pain as the crowd cheered on Xearo to "Break the fuckers arm"...

Then they started to boo as MJ jerked a night stick from a security gaurd and threw it to Fury! Fury took the Nightstick and just start beating on any available part on the mute's body! The crowd jeered again as Xearo let go of the hold but was still bring beaten with the stick like a dog! Xearo tried to pull himself up by Fury's pant leg but only got set up for a powerbomb!

And was sent crashing to the mat on his Back! Fury snatches the UKO title from the ref and paraded it over head as the mute made another attempt to get to his feet.

Fury turned around and smashed the belt into Xearo's Face!! Xearo was knocked to the mat again and Fury just draped the belt over the mute beaten body and pulled Xearo up by the hair, mummering...

"I own you."

"Hair of the Dog" Hit and Steven exited the Ring...but not before MJ stepped on Xearo's grion to booing from the crowd.

"Funny, he doesn't look like a champion" she said as they exited the ring.

Kenny Rock(c) Vs Hypnosis(c)
(Asylum title Vs T.V. title)

And maybe, the only one he’d ever get.

Title Vs Title, Hypnosis was about to step into the Asylum with Kenny Rock, the Asylum champion, one way or another, someone was going to leave with a new title on the night, whereas for Kenny, the t.v. title wasn’t necessarily something which concerned him, for Hypnosis, this was a chance to step it up to the highest level.

Hypnosis made his way to the Asylum amidst an awesome crowd response, unstrapping the t.v. title and raising it into the air as the crowd exploded with cheers, he made his way down to the Asylum, before handing the title to the referee, and a waiting for Kenny Rock.
And the sound of hatred in the arena.

“Mudshovel” by Staind blasted through the speakers, and the crowd quickly roared with hatred, all of which was directed at Kenny Rock, earlier in the night… they had remained silent at his presence, but now… with a choice, the crowd could direct their hate toward him.
Afterall, Kenny Rock was a hated man.

He made his way to the Asylum, title slung over his shoulder, and his trademark sledge hammer in his other hand, ironically… it was the sledge hammer which he raised, and not the title… just something else which aided the crowd’s boos, he made his way down to the Asylum, clearly focused on the task at hand, handing the title carefully to the referee, before grabbing him by the collar and giving him a quick warning as to taking care of it.

Hypnosis rushed Kenny.

Hypnosis hit the canvas.

Kenny was finally beginning to grasp what the brutality of the Asylum was all about, he rapidly took Hypnosis down, sidestepping him, and taking his knee out with the sledge hammer in turn, Hypnosis didn’t have time to shout out in agony, he instantly found himself being throttled by the sledge hammer which Kenny Rock was utilizing, Kenny choked every last breath out of Hypnosis, before stepping back from his motionless body, and cascading another hideous looking sledge hammer shot down onto his knee!

Again, Hypnosis didn’t get the chance to reel in agony.
Kenny brought him up, before grabbing him in a waist lock, and deliberately running him ribs first into the rim of the Asylum, not once… not twice, but THREE times! Hypnosis coughed and spluttered, as the crowd booed Kenny intensely, his heinous actions winning no fans, he proceeded to pick it up a notch, lifting Hypnosis high into the air, and bringing him down knee first on the rim of the Asylum!

Hypnosis was in trouble, he couldn’t stand, even crawling was extremely painful, Kenny was quickly looming in, he picked up the sledge hammer and spun it threateningly, before drawing it back over his head, and preparing to put Hypnosis to an early demise.
But Hypnosis took the easiest, and most effective way out… a move often utilized by the desperate man.

Low blow.

HARD low blow.

Kenny Rock dropped to his knees, and as he did, Hypnosis caught him square in the jaw with a hard right fist, forcing him to finally drop the deadly effective sledgehammer, there was a short pause, as Kenny rolled onto his stomach, before slowly pushing himself up, the crowd were now stirring however, as Hypnosis desperately leant on the Asylum mesh, trying to put some weight on his hurt knee.

Kenny Rock picked up his sledge hammer and approached Hypnosis.

The crowd booed.

He swung.

The crowd… cheerer?

Because Hypnosis moved! Hypnosis rolled the mesh, as the sledge hammer hit it and a shower of sparks flew away, the crowd then exploded once more, as Hypnosis let adrenaline take over, a hard kick to Kenny Rock’s ribs! Right handed punc to the face of Kenny Rock! Then a left, followed by a succession of hard jabs to his ribs, Kenny dropped the sledge hammer as the crowd now rose to their feet! Another kick to the gut by Hypnosis, before ramming Kenny’s skull hard into the Asylum rim, Kenny backed up into the center of the Asylum.

Low blow!

KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!

Hypnosis did it, to an absolute fever pitch response from the crowd, hoisting Kenny up into a torture rack, and dropping him face first with an ace crushed, Hypnosis rolled away, as the referee started the count.

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NEW ASYLUM CHAMPION!

NO! Kenny Rock sprung up and returned from what appeared to be the dead, nipping up at 9.5 to his feet, he rushed at Hypnosis, who ran back at him in return.

WHACK!

Crowd exploded again, Hypnosis hitting Kenny with a completely vicious Polish hammer! Kenny collapsed to the mat, as Hypnosis’ knee buckled and he fell to the mat simeltaniously.

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NO! Disbelief in the crowd, as both men jolted up at 9.5 once more! The two swayed around for a moment, before exchanging dazed blows with each other in the center of the Asylum.

Hypnotiser!

The crowd exploded once more, Hypnosis grabbing Kenny’s feet and pulling them away, locking in the first stages of the move.

He wasn’t however… paying enough attention.

CRUNCH!

Kenny reached out, grabbing the nearbye sledgehammer which sat on the canvas, a second or two later he brought it upward, driving Hypnosis in the skull with it, and busting him wide open as he fell back on the canvas!

The crowd booed once again, as Kenny Rock struggled to his feet, he lifted the sledge hammer over his head once again, ready to put an end to Hypnosis!
CRUNCH!

Disbelief again, Hypnosis kicking Kenny below the belt, Kenny fell to his knees, but the sledgehammer hit the canvas upright, connecting with Kenny’s chin! Kenny fell motionless on the canvas, as the referee started to count.
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Hypnosis struggled up to his feet as the crowd exploded, they however hushed in amazement, as the referee was forced to halt his count at 8.
Hypnosis mounted the Asylum rim.

He was looking for a Moonsault, one which would put Kenny Rock away for good.

He, never got it.

Kenny peered out of the corner of his eye, the being hit in the chin with the sledge hammer had been something he’d merely done for dramatic effect, in order for Hypnosis to drop his guard, such were the twisted dealings of Kenny Rock, Kenny rose quickly to his feet, something which Hypnosis; on the rim of the Asylum, facing the crowd… didn’t see, seconds later Kenny ran, vaulted onto the Asylum rim, and swung the sledge hammer!

CRACK!

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh!”

CRASH!

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh!”

Game over.

The bellt rang, and “Mudshovel” by Staind played, Kenny fell back into the Asylum, but his springboard sledgehammer shot had a different effect on Hypnosis, knocking him out of the Asylum and through the announce table.

Kenny Rock was the Asylum champion, AND the t.v. champion.

The crowd booed insanely as he hoisted the two titles into the air, the show came slowly to a close.

Was Kenny Rock taking over?