Maybe Rave Caprino’s clock was ticking away.

Token smiled as he gave a swift tug on the rope as Ayano began crawling towards the building. Soft sobs could barely be heard as the gag on her mouth dripped a mixture of water and saliva from crying. Token smiled as he watched Ayano crawl... just like a dog.

Ayano suddenly collapsed, to the ground as Token's smile changed to a look of anger, his eyes narrowed as he began screaming.

"COME ON BITCH! GET UP!" Token screamed, as he approached Ayano, who was shaking her head no. Trying to plead through her tears. Token's mood instantly changed as he got closer to Ayano, kicking her hard in the ribs. Ayano screamed lightly as she got back on all fours and restarted her crawl into the arena.

"Good girl, yeah keep on going," Token said in a taunting voice as he watched Ayano crawl through the door, the night was going great, it couldn't get any better.... just a whole lot worse.

Joe Campbell had been furious at his "hired help" since last week, where he stopped not one, but two matches from happening. He sat at his desk amongst the piles of papers and a laptop in the garbage can, unable to be saved by technical support. When Rave entered the room, Joe stared him down with a look of hatred in his eyes. This was nothing new, but this time, Rave had gone too far.

"Rave, sit down," Joe demanded.

Rave smiled and leaned against the side of the doorway. "Listen, Joe, I have shit to do, so just tell me whatever the fuck it is you have to tell me, because you're pathetic little yellow-teeth British ass is the last thing on my mind tonight, okay?"

Joe clenched his fists in anger, crumbling up two of the papers on his desk. He stared at Rave with a burning hatred in his eyes, and all Rave could do is smile. The one man that was supposed to like him, the man that brought him here, hated him even more than the fans outside, or the "fighters" in the locker room.

"Get the fuck out of my arena."

Rave walked into the room and slammed the door. Campbell looked around nervously, seeing that there was no one there to help him. The call button on the phone that once brought him the comfort of having security at his fingertips was then gone as Rave kicked it from the desk.

Rave slammed his hands on the desk and leaned forward, only a few inches from Joe Campbell's face as he spoke. "If you're going to fire me, Joe, just say it. Don't be such a fucking pussy all the time."

Joe gulped. Looking down, the light caught the spikes on Rave's bracelet, making him even more afraid that those spikes may find their way into his face. Joe slowly looked up into the eyes of Rave.

"I said you're fired."

This time, there was nothing to dispute. Rave could beat Joe Campbell 'til he was bloody and broken, but that wouldn't change anything. A contract had never been signed, so Rave never had a deal that would keep him in Asylum on more than a weekly basis. Alas, there was nothing left to do but make one final impact on this one final day.

Rave lifted his hands from the desk and stood straight. Relief ran through Joe Campbell's body. He sighed and sulked down further into his chair. The "Original Asshole" turned around and began to walk toward the door, but as he put his hands on the knob, something caused him to stop.

"Y'know what, Joe?" Rave never turned around, just spoke with his back to his former employer. "You never were any good at making business decisions, were you? First, you couldn't keep your shit together and make this place the fighting organization you wanted it to be.

"Oh, no, that's too much for Joe Campbell's little fucking brain to comprehend." Rave turned around but stood at the foot of the door.

"Y'see, Joe, this place could have been so much more. Bloody fists pounding against bloody faces, while the entire time, a group of people cheered. No, that's gone. That can't happen. Do you know why? Because some British shit ruined it all. You caved. You hired wrestlers. You hired the people you say you hate, but I think we all see how shit's ran around here.

"Fire me, and it looks like a win for the wrestlers. 'Ooh, look, that Rave Caprino fellow sure didn't know what was comin' to him.'

"I'd say your entire organization can suck my dick, but this place is so small, it probably couldn't fit it in its fucking mouth. Kiss my ass, Joe, this isn't fucking over."

Rave, after that eloquent speech, turned and walked out of the door. Idle threats had become an everyday occurrence in Joe Campbell's life. No worry, no fear plagued Joe at this moment, he was just happy to get that thorn out of his side to focus on more important things.

Tonight.

"I need to shave again, this shit grows too fast," Vic said as he walked over towards the sink as he picked up a small shaving cream bottle and sprayed it into his hands, rubbing it on his face. Vic looked in the mirror and began making long clean strokes on the side of his face with the razor as he watched the monitor through the mirror. Token could be seen tugging on a leash, trying to coax what ever was inside of it out of the truck.

"That little runt is a fucking lunatic, he's not all up, he'll probably kill some one sooner or later," Creed said as he finished the last stroke of the razor. He rinsed it off in cold water, and cupped his hands underneath the water and smiled as he splashed the cool water into his face. Creed turned around and looked at the monitor. Token was pulling a person on the leash, and kicking it in the ribs as it went. Creed examined the girl's feet, bleeding, her hands, bleeding, her face... Sarah...

Vic stormed out of the room and down the hall way, leaving the water running into oblivion. The illusions began to control Vic, more and more now. He had to save Sarah...

Archangel & Inmate Vs Sterling Silver & MUD

‘I disappear’ starts and Inmate is atop the ramp listening to the roar of the fans. Joe might see them as sheep all following one another by use of cheers, but Inmate has come to know that each week they cheered because they knew what was coming. Organized Chaos foretold, he called it.

As Tyler walked down the ramp with hands bound by steel, the camera focused in on something that we haven’t seen as of late. It’s barbed wire. Wrapped around his right fist. We haven’t seen that since the night Tyler Burton lost the Asylum Championship to Graphic Violence because of Pete Borst… does the barbed wire have significance? I guess if it did it wasn’t meant to be found out just yet, because as Tyler was freed from the cuffs and raised his fists into the air, his music was cut as he entered the Asylum and the music of a former ‘rookie monster’ started up. That’s right ArchAngel stepped out onto the rampway. The crowd full of mixed reaction. Most hated him, but a few knew that with him and Tyler both on their way to the Asylum cage they would be bound to cheer anyway.

ArchAngel was followed to ringside by Faith. Of course she was her happy hysterical self. Her laughter like a spine scrapping scream as she put her face in front of the camera and told it.. ‘The Pain is HERE!’. She then swung her lethal skip rope a few times and went on.

ArchAngel stepped into the cage and looked at Tyler, who was now free from his cuffs. Tyler walked forward as did Angel. A few words were spoken. What was said? Were the fists about ready to fly? No one was taking action… were they co-existing?

The music started. Out come two fighters, who we didn’t exactly expect to see together. A teaming of rags and ritches. It was MUD and Sterling Silver, Silver cutting a disgusted glance at MUD as they made their way down to the Asylum.

Malone- ‘You know I’m almostamazed to see these two on the same team, MUD and Sterling that is!’

JPP- ‘Well I sink’ zis is ze work of Joe.’

Malone- ‘Against ArchAngel and the Inmate? That makes sense.’

As the two made their way to the ring, both Tyler and Angel stood mouthing to each other. Would they be able to survive as a team? Was that why Tyler wore barbed wire on his fists tonight.

Malone- ‘You know I’ve heard rumors about Joe putting stipulations on this team…’

JPP- ‘Sterling and MUD?’

Malone- ‘No… ArchAngel and Inmate. There’s been rumors flying around all week about this match, Joe even had the Team Belts brought out of storage.’

JPP- ‘Joe cannot bring ze belts out of storage… how could ‘e. Ze belts belong to ze Natural Born Killaz.’

Malone looks oddly at JPP.

Malone- ‘Listen to what you just said. Anyway… Joe has been “rumored” to have brought the belts out of storage for some reason.’

JPP- ‘Does zat make zis a title fight?’

Malone- Have to wait to find out I gu… OWWWW! Look at that!’

He was right. It was a spectacle. While the two commentators had been talking the action had started, and started it had, as MUD was looking to apparently make an impact went straight to the fight. But ArchAngel turned and caught him with a huge uppercut to the underside of the chin which sent him off his feet and onto his back! The crowd let out a roar, but had still more coming as Inmate went after Sterling. Sterling stayed put and waited for it. A stupid mistake? Probably, as Inmate was not planning on stopping. He simple walked into Sterling and started swinging.
Sterling tried to cover up but the attack was relentless. Inmate drove him back against the cage and then started punching at the man’s ribs and sides with his barbed wire covered right hand.

Blood was starting to show, and Sterling was in obvious pain. ArchAngel how-ever, after picking up MUD and delivering an incredible gut-wrench DDT, went at Inmate.

Malone- ‘Wasn’t that the DDT called Absolution?’

JPP- ‘No I zink that was ze DDT called ze retribution.’

Malone- ‘Which-ever… whoa, wait a minute!’

ArchAngel had just gone at Inmate and shoved him away from Sterling Silver, who after less than a second of Tyler letting up, had fallen to the mat. ArchAngel started kicking at Sterling and Inmate just stood there in utter hatred from the shove ArchAngel had given him. Then he joined ArchAngel and started kicking at Sterling himself.

JPP- ‘Zey are fighting! Togethzer!’

Malone- ‘I cant understand how… with the hate they have for each other!’

ArchAngel left it at that for the moment, as he went back to MUD, who was still not moving from the forced DDT. ArchAngel had him leaned up against the cage. HUGE spinning round house kick by ArchAngel on MUD.

Malone- ‘How Mortimer didn’t fly out of the Asylum on that one I don’t know!’

ArchAngel bent down to pick him up from the mat, but this time Inmate was there… shoving him back from MUD and picking the fallen fighter up himself. Tyler then drew back and hit him with a closed fist. Not only splitting his cheek wide open from the barbed wire, but also sending him out of the cage for the win.

Wait ArchAngel just shoved Tyler!

Malone- ‘This is it…’

JPP- ‘Yeah, ‘ere it goes…’

The two stood face-to-face as they could be and mouthed at each other. The match was over quickly, but the crowd knew the action was just getting started! Sterling Silver was starting move as the ref went to help him out of harm’s way before Inmate and ArchAngel exploded at each other. But Sterling wasn’t quick enough, and neither was the ref for that matter. ArchAngel turned from the confrontation and grabbed Sterling before as he was almost out the cage.

The crowd was silent… what was going on?

Why had ArchAngel just delivered and face shattering blow to Sterling’s face, and then proceeded to toss the ref from the cage? The crowd couldn’t understand. Then ArchAngel picked Sterling up once more, and slingshot him at Inmate, who simply did what came as naturally to him as kicking someone’s face in does to ArchAngel… He feel to his back and then back onto his again in a backwards somersault, all the while locking in Snap tight enough, that Sterling revived from all the hits, revived from the boat from ArchAngel, now only to be trapped in such a painful hold!

Malone- ‘Oh my god… is this happening? There’s only one reason ArchAngel and Inmate aren’t killing each other…’

JPP- ‘Yeah because their times occupied beating on Sterling Silver…’

Malone- That’s what I mean… Inmate & ArchAngel are… getting along!’

While Tyler held the hold tighter each passing second, ArchAngel had gone to the edge of the cage and been handed something by Faith… a chair. A steel folding chair. A seat to some. A cold seat at that. But to ArchAngel, it was a gun. It was a knife. It was a armored tank for that matter. Not because it was that strong, but because ArchAngel was, and he knew how use it.

Sterling was in pain. With Tyler finally letting go. Sterling was not unconscious, although he would have preferred it that way I’m sure, because with an obviously damaged leg, and Tyler pulling him up off the mat, he knew what was coming.

The seat of the chair was bent, almost to it’s breaking point. And Sterling Silver had his want fulfilled. He was now unconscious.

And with that Tyler and ArchAngel were ready to leave the Asylum. They had shown, not to others, but to themselves, that they could co-exist. Why they were co-existing and for how long wasn’t know, but they had lasted tonight, and that was enough for them as both men left the ring at separate times, but with their minds both wrapped around the same thoughts…

Meanwhile, a disgruntled Joe watched a monitor backstage, something would have to be done about this newly formed “team”.

Feh, fuck this, he thought to himself as he turned around and examined the entire locker room. All of the time he had spent in with those fighters had been for nothing. All of the time he wasted on Joe Campbell just for a bit of money. There was more to life, and Rave knew it. There was pride. There was satisfaction.

And there was pyromania, Rave concluded in his thoughts.

The dead weight of the gas container in his duffel bag caused it to drop to the ground. Rave reached inside and pulled out the object that would bring back his pride. His satisfaction. The lockers, the benches, and even the floor were all doused with what Rave could get from the gas container. Walking to the foot of the door once more, Rave stood there, looking out to the room. He reached into his pocket. The feeling of smooth laminated cardboard brushing against his fingers. Rave pulled the matchbook from his pocket and struck it against the back.

"Say goodbye."

The match made its way to the ground. Flames encompassed the entire room almost instantly. The feeling of burning warmth against his skin wasn't pain, at least not to Rave. He stood there, inches away from the fire, with the scene reflecting in his eyes.

Now, all that was left was the fly home.

“That’s one of the few things that’s wrong with this place. Joe Campbell has taken a great idea, an institution that’s been popular for generations, fighting… and turned into the biggest pile of crap going. He berates wrestling, and everything t stands for, with men built up into being false idols, and yet he pays for pyrotechnic displays like that, making me, a man who likes to beat the fuck out of people, look like someone who should be heralded for it.”

A silence falls over the crowd. Hypnosis looks out into their faces, and realises that he hasn’t touched them. He hasn’t brought about some life changing revelation to them. He’s just confused the fuck out of them. Hypnosis dropped his head, before thinking to himself, “Meh, they like to see violence, I like to dish out violence, what more can I ask for.”

“You wanna see another TV title match?”

The crowd erupted at the prospect of Hypnosis in action again later that evening, instantly forgetting his previous attack on the Asylum.

“Fine… then tonight… Synn…”

The crowd boo’ed.

“You won’t be getting a title shot.”

Silence.
A sense of questioning fell over the Asylum audience.
Joe broke that silence.

“What the fuck is this all about Ty?”

“The name’s Hypnosis, and this, Joe, is all about revenge.”

“Wouldn’t it make more sense to get revenge by beating Synn up, Hypnosis?”

“The names, Ty, and no. You see the punishment should always fit the crime.”

“But you said your name was…”

“Shut up.”

The crowd cheered at Joe being put down in under 20 seconds, and as they’re cheers and laughs drew to a close, they focused their attention on Hypnosis.

“Synn… is a twat. He was the figurehead of Tornado Wrestling at its first close; he was the embodiment of every wrestler everywhere. All wrestlers… are twats.”

Joe smiled. At last his message was being spread, even if it wasn’t the way that he planned it.

“Wrestling could have been the greatest entertainment on this planet, but after being screwed this way and that, Synn put the final nail in the coffin of my wrestling career… but only for me to be reborn as a fighter. But Synn… I don’t forgive… and I don’t forget. You crushed my dreams, and I’m giving you a little taste of what you’ve done. You won’t get your match yet, but trust me you'll get it soon, and when you do, you'll wish you never fucked with Tyler Hughes!!!

As for tonight… I’ll be facing… Sanjuro.”

Silence.
No questions, just an air of nonchalance.
Nobody cared.

Ty walked up the ramp towards Joe, and although he kept that cocky expression on his face, his fear was evident. Hypnosis stood next to him and put his arm round Joe’s shoulder. Joe stood as still as he could.

“Joe. You see what you’ve done here? These people should praise Sanjuro. He could have been there hero, if it wasn’t for you. He’s been here since the opening of Asylum last year, a couple months longer than me, and do you see him with pyrotechnics? No. Do ya see him with his face on t-shirts? No. All you see is a hard worker who never got a chance.

I’m not saying he’s gonna win tonight, cuz that would be bloody stupid of me, but he is gonna get a chance to showcase himself against the fighting machine.”

Hypnosis dropped the mic and started to walk off, as Joe breathed a sigh of relief.

“OI, JOE!!!”

Joe turned round to be met with a punch to his jaw, and before he could even fall down, he was scoped up, and dropped with the KTFO. Joe was flat on his back, as Hypnosis stood over him. He grabbed the mic and looked down into Joe’s vacant face…

“That was for everyone that has been and will be screwed by you Joe… YOU JUST GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!!!”

Hypnosis dropped the mic and walked backstage.

Token Weed(c) Vs Impetigo
(U.K. Title)

Snowblind...

The crowd instantly erupted in a chorus of boo's as, Token walked out, Ayano crawling behind him, Token smiled as he held the leash high above his head, choking Ayano. His U.K. title rested comfortably on his right shoulder as he smiled looking at the Asylum octagon and Impetigo. As he lowered his arms and tied Ayano to the wall of the Asylum... just like a dog.

The booing of Token came to an abrupt stop as Impetigo charged the U.K. Champion, unleashing a right hand to the back of the head, and then a quick elbow to the sternum. The arena filled with cheers due to Impetigo’s quick offensive strike. He then violently followed it up with two elbows to the back of the neck, and took out Weed’s knees with a drop kick. Due to the devastating kick Token was on his back, gasping for air, Impetigo then leapt through the air and came crashing down on Token’s chest with both feet, sending the crowd into a series of cheers. With the wind knocked out of him Token was down for a count of four, and finally made it up to his feet.

Token smiled as he looked at Impetigo running across the octagon at him. Token knew what
Impetigo's next step was... a right hand. Impetigo let the haymaker fly as Token stuck up
his arm and blocked it. Delivering a punch to the stomach, then a knee to the face dropping
Impetigo to the mat. Impetigo rolled out of Token's reach and to the cage wall, sticking his
fingers into the chain links pulling himself up. Token began running from the other side of the
Asylum, using his foot to slam Impetigo's face into the cage. Impetigo slumped to the ground as Token walked over and began to scream at Ayano, calling her his "little bitch dog" and his "favorite little poodle."

Impetigo had seen enough disrespect towards women in the past three months, and he was not going to let Token talk that way to Ayano. Impetigo motivated himself to get to his feet, much to the crowds liking, and got the attention of Weed. Token spat at Ayano, and then paced over towards Impetigo. Impetigo didn’t waste any time as he rocketed out a side kick, but Token caught it, elbowed Imp’ in the thigh, then followed it up with a quick left hand to the face. Token then turned around taunting the rowdy fans, and without looking unleashed a huge back kick to the face of Impetigo, knocking him over like a ton of bricks, as the intensity of the booing went up a notch.

Token scanned the ring side area, and he saw something that intrigued him, Wonder Hanna...
Token walked over to the part of the cage closest to him. He began screaming at her, "Come on Hanna, you know you want to be another little bitch like Ayano, you know it and I know it. You know you want the leash tied around your neck, myself having complete power over you..." Token said as Wonder Hanna got closer to him and began screaming at him. "Your a sick man! A sick evil man!" She screamed as Token smiled "I know," he said as he let a slap slam across her face. Impetigo's eyes had been open, watching the entire escapade...

Impetigo turned red with anger. This reminded him of Callous… and what he had done to Hanna and himself. God, how he hated Callous. And God, how much he would love to kill Token right now…

THWAP!

Impetigo charged at the U.K. Champion, and blindsided him with a huge spear, knocking Token against the side of the cage. Impetigo then took Weed by the hair, and began slamming his head violently against the mesh busting him open! Impetigo got back to his feet, kicked Token in the ribs for good measure, as he immediately went over to Wonder Hanna to see if she was alright.

Impetigo had made his second mistake, Token was given time to get up... Token laid on the ground for a 6 count and got to his feet slyly while the rest of the crowd had focused on Wonder Hanna and Impetigo. Token stood there, and waited for the right moment and then,

BAM!

Impetigo turned around to be cracked in the face with a pump kick. The referee came in and
instantly began the ten count. The crowd began cheering for Impetigo to get up, clapping there hands and stomping their feet. As the ref shouted out the ten, it instantly turned to boo's as the crowd began barraging Token with items.

Impetigo eventually got to his feet and climbed out of the octagon, head down in shame. Hanna and Imp’ finally exited up the ramp, as the fans showed respect. As they exited Kodiak Vic Creed stormed down the ramp, his face was red with anger, while Token's was red with blood.

Creed sprang over the Asylum wall as Token was taunting Ayano on the outside. Creed dropped a mammoth like hand across the back of Token's head, he then drived a knee into Token's spine before lifting him into the air and dropped him to the ground with the Power Driver 2k1. Creed walked over to where Ayano was tied up, and untied her, and threw her over his shoulder as he walked up the ramp with her in his arms.

Token's face changed from a look of pain, to a look of complete rage.... but there was nothing he could do as the EMT's attended to him.

"I'm a big girl Creed," Ayano said as Creed gave a quick chuckle as he continued to wash her face.

"I don't care how old you get Sarah, you'll always be my little girl," Vic Creed said as he scrubbed the dirt off her face.

"Creed, I'm not Sarah, I'm Ayano..." Ayano said, as Creed slowly removed the wash rag and let his mouth hang open. "You should really lay off the roids Creed, you have more illusions than Token does," Ayano said with a chuckle as she looked at the Alaskan's face.

"Heh, well I did my good deed for the year, get out of here, your free," The Alaskan said as Ayano nodded and waved as she walked out. Vic sighed,maybe these roids were really getting to him... if not, one thing was for sure; Mike Bear had.

Hypnosis(c) Vs Sanjuro
(T.V. Title)

“Renegades of Funk” by Rage Against the Machine hits as Sanjuro walks out, not even acknowledging his music or the crowd, and steps into the cell. He squares up to Hypnosis before taking him down with a double leg take down, and the fight was underway.

Sanjuro tried to hit Hypnosis in the face, but Ty still had his wits about him, and moved his head, leaving Sanjuro’s hand to impact with the canvas. Sanjuro drew his hand back in pain, and Hypnosis capitalised, monkey flipping the Devil of the East off him and into the cell wall. Hypnosis got to his feet first and laid some stiff kicks to the spine of Sanjuro.

He pulled Sanjuro up by the hair, and before nailing him with a vicious elbow to the jaw, and as Sanjuro staggered backwards, Hypnosis charged and knocked him down the “sledgehammer” a supper polish hammer. Hypnosis had finally understood the true nature of the Asylum, and as he picked up Sanjuro again, the only thing in his mind was pure rage.

He went for a hard lariat, only for Sanjuro to duck underneath and take him down with the “Katana Cutter”, reverse DDT. With Hypnosis down, Sanjuro tried to capitalise with a dragon sleeper, but it was only locked in for a few seconds, before Hypnosis flicked a knee up, catching Sanjuro in the temple. Hypnosis staggered to his fight, before a slugfest ensued. Hypnosis got the upper hand and took Sanjuro down with the lariat, before picking Sanjuro up and trying to Irish whip hi out of the cell.

Sanjuro jumps up, and pushes himself back off the cell wall, and starts to run at the startled Hypnosis, but Hypnosis lay down and grabbed Sanjuro’s legs, rolling backwards into a Boston crab, but he then put both his knees in the small of Sanjuro’s back, and pulled backwards on his legs. Retaliation. Hypnosis’ newest, and arguably, most painful move. Sanjuro raised his arm in the air, and as Hypnosis pulled back once more, Sanjuro tapped out. Hypnosis looks around, shocked to find Carnage was nowhere to be found, unlike his attack last week, in fact, he hadn’t been seen or heard from since he disappeared last week.

"Joe Campbell, report to the male locker room. It's an emergency."

Joe sighed as he stood up from his chair and walked toward the door. The night had been going perfectly, but something always had to go wrong. Nothing was allowed to go Joe Campbell's way, not even for one night. He opened the door and turned to go down the hallway, but something stopped him.

Well, if by something, you mean Rave Caprino.

Joe fell to the ground as he walked into his former employee. He stood up, in an attempt to run, but Rave grabbed him by his collar and threw him against the wall. The feeling of blood trickling down the back of his head as it slammed against the wall was an assurance to Joe that he was already in trouble. Rave pulled him back and slammed him again and again. In an
attempt to soften the blows, Joe covered the back of his head with his hands.

"Did you think I'd let you get off that easy, Joe? I may talk a lot, but I always come back. I'm going to be here, in your hair, taking down the Asylum, whether you like it or not."

The feeling of brass weakening the bones in Joe's jaw.

The feeling of kicks to the stomach, punches to the face, that spiked bracelet to the face, all of this was all Joe could think about. The shooting pain, the blood pouring from newly formed holes in his head. It was so overbearing, Joe felt as if this was going to be the last time he was going to see the light of day.

And then a new thought filled his head.

Ronald Gianluca Massaro.

The man he killed to gain all that he had. As a cold-hearted, money-grubbing bastard made him see his last rays of light, revenge would play itself out. Rave Caprino, a money-grubbing, cold-hearted bastard wishing only to see the demise of all he hated was going to end Joe
Campbell.

As quickly as the beating started, it ceased.

Joe lay on the ground, battered and bloody. All he could do was cough up the blood from his stomach and think of what he had gotten himself into.

Mike Bear Vs Kodiak Vic Creed

Joe Campbell would be the first to spit with rage, one show before the pAin pay per view, and the main event didn’t have a single fighter in it, as much as Joe despised it, and all wrestler match was main eventing his show, oddly enough however, there had been no fuss made by Joe, no argument, without confronting Bear or Vic Creed, he had simply booked the match, no kicking, no screaming.

It wasn’t like Joe, at all.

“Walk” by Pantera had the crowd raising to their feet, the call was answered by the massive Kodiak Vic Creed, who walked through the curtain to a mixed reaction from the crowd, one could never truly understand what would come from Vic Creed, somewhere inside there was good, but at the same time, Kodiak Vic Creed seemed to take great enjoyment from watching other suffer.

He clambered into the Asylum, and his massive frame turned to face the aisle, KVC snarled, and almost red glowing rage in his eyes, as he prepared to get to grips with Mike Bear, Creed’s motives were unquestionable, aquacreed certainly not his favourite nickname.

Crowd reaction was not mixed however, when the sounds of Ozzy Osbourne’s “Gets me through” blasted through the arena, sure enough… the introduction of Mike Bear and Brittany was imminent, and the crowd erupted as two of the newest fan favourites emerged from behind the curtain!

Bear smirked down at Creed who returned a glare of rage, the shit eating grin returned by Mike clearly enraged KVC, who cracked his knuckles menacingly, Bear reached the Asylum and took off his jacket, tossing it to Brittany who slung it over her shoulder, without a seconds delay, Bear was in the Asylum, and standing as nose to nose as possible with the huge Creed, the two staring through each other.

CRACK!

It was on, Creed sent a malicious fist into Bear’s temple, rocking him back and dazing him momentarily, it didn’t take a second longer for response however, bear returning a slid punch to Creed’s face, snapping back his head and swaying him back, snap… another shot from Creed, catching Bear on the chin and spinning him right around, as Bear turned stunned, Creed lunged in with a huge lariat, but Bear ducked, catching him in the back of the head with a wicked fist, and knocking him in turn with the momentum, to the canvas!

“BAM! Aquacreed goes down~!” Bear roared, the crowd exploding with laughter as KVC sprung to his feet, a mixture of embarrassment and fury plastered across his face, there was no doubt that KVC was irate with Bear, and his was proven by his next offence.

No relent.

Creed swooped in, catching the smiling Bear with a barrage and stunning knee’s to the ribs, each huge blow lifting Bear off his feet and leaving him gasping for air, suddenly, Creed struck again, catching Bear around the throat with a vice like grip, squeezing every last breath out of him.

Until he had the wind knocked out of him, too.

Bear struck out with the easiest and most effective attack, a solid knee to the groin, and if sufficed, Creed backing up clutching his groin, Bear rubbed his throat, before attacking instinctively again, running head down at Creed, clutching him around the waise, and driving him spine first into the thick Asylum rim!

Creed roared in agony, as Bear pulled back and drove Creed into the steel rim again, and again… again! Each time KVC letting out a roar of agony! Creed however would soon escape, catching Bear with a solid gouge to the eyes, and grabbing him in a front face lock, running backwards and driving Bear head first into the Asylum mesh!

Bear backed away, a short trickle of blood soon becoming an ocean, Bear was quickly discovering just what the Asylum was about.

Creed snarled again, “This ain’t about pushes Bear… no politics, no ass kissing, there’s no acting here, the strongest survive.” Creed said through gritted teeth, towering over Bear.

“I…. Know!” Bear snarled in response, rising out of nowhere to headbutt Creed in the nose! Creed’s nose popped, and now both men were fountains of blood, streaming down the face of Bear, and now pouring from the nose of Creed.

THUD!

Another hard shot from Bear sent Creed reeling, this time another solid fist across the face, Bear rushed in, looking to administer a finishing blow, but he met an unpleasant surprise.

Creed used his powerful arms, easily elevating Bear, this; was the Powerdriver 2K1… and express elevator to hell that was going nowhere but down, Bear knew this, and knew it meant the end, he kicked and struggled violently, and managed to squirm down and behind Creed.

UnBearable.

The crowd exploded.

Creed struggled desperately, this time it was Bear locking in the vice like grip, clutching the head and arm and Creed and preparing to send him into the black void of unconsciousness! Creed however had other plans, and with his last breath, mustered the strength to shift his weight back, his gigantic frame crushing the life out of Bear against the steel mesh and rim, Bear relinquished his might and deadly grip, and the two slumped down to the canvas.

Seconds passed, neither man moving, when suddenly, and extremely surprisingly, there was life! From Vic Creed! Creed staggered to his feet, Bear still on the ground, Creed used his foot to roll him over, before sluggishly and precariously clambering onto the Asylum rim, it was Creedzillinator time!

Or, not.

Bear had been playing possum, and this was his greatest chance, KVC was elevated, and Bear took no hesitation in delivering a solid low blow, Creed slumped forth, but it may have been wiser to simply fall out of the Asylum, because falling onto Bear’s shoulders was never a wise move.

Whiplash!

The crowd exploded again, Bear bringing down Creed onto his neck, jarring him back and stunning him out of the canvas, a few seconds passed as an exhausted Bear got to his feet, waiting for the referee to count a ten and award him his second Asylum victory.

He too however, was unexpectedly sent tumbling.

Joe Campbell.

The crowd exploded with rage, Joe appearing from their heart, skipping the guard rail and then Asylum rim, and sending a swift… decisive and accurate blow to the back of Bear’s neck with a baseball bat!

Bear hit the canvas, but that wasn’t the worrying part, he didn’t hit it as though the blow had taken effect, he hit it as though he’d lost the feeling in his legs, Bear didn’t reach up to hold his neck in agony, he simply lay, completely motionless in the middle of the Asylum.

“Bahaha! Take that you fucking cripple, eat shit and die! What good’s you’re contract now? Now that you can’t fucking move?” Joe said, as KVC got to his feet in the background.

Joe rolled his eyes.

“Fucking wrestlers” Joe said, crotching Creed with the bat and sending him straight back down to the canvas!

The referee approached Joe, but he too was sent to the ground via a stunning bat shot.

“Now, as I was saying to the motherfucking gimp over he… BLERGH!” Joe didn’t have anything more to say, because Mike Bear had gotten to his feet, and inserted a finger into each of Joe’s nostrils. The crowd exploded with cheers once again, as Bear shook his head, Joe taking a one handed bat swing, only for Bear to simply grab it from him and toss it aside, Joe yelped in agony, Bear swinging him by the face like a bowling bowl, and tossing him out of the Asylum!

Joe rose to his feet, but backed away before running, Brittany standing before him in a threatening manor, as he left, Bear and Brittany followed, Vic Creed was next, picking the bat from the canvas and pursuing presumably Joe.

Another days work for Campbell, two more individuals twice his size and strength, were looking to make a piñata out of him.

His goal at the beginning of the night, completely shattered.

This explained why the ransacking of Joe Campbell's office, was going unnoticed.

The door was ajar, and the culprit had nothing the fear, he was far from security guards, and any other form of human life for that matter. He knew full well that Campbell had probably left in fear, Mike Bear was never the type to stay down for long.

Kenny Rock smiled. The arena was his.

He had simply kicked the door down more or less from its hinges, watching it sway into stillness. As Kenny went about his business, scraping and rummaging through everything he set his sights on, completely gutting Joe's file cabinets and cupboards to no avail.

The item he desired, not yet revealed.

Kenny clutched a pocket torch in his teeth, once again ripping and tearing through Joe's file cabinet, before finally coming across something which brought a stillness to the room, and a look of subsidiary joy behind the evil in his eyes.

A simple piece of paper?

Or a piece of evidence?

The sheet read "Steve Douglas" across the top, and was clearly a form of legal document on the man, why such papers belonging to a man employed by the fWo sat in Joe's cabinet were unanswered, but it would be sure that more searching would reveal more hidden secrets.

The case had been long and gone. Douglas had been declared criminally insane and would once again return to the place he hated, the sanitarium. This was already certain, but the paper Kenny clutched was confirmation of Douglas' mental condition, but he didn't plan to ever use it as evidence.

Kenny was studying Steven Douglas, learning everything he could about the man, about the way he thinks.

Within the documents were a detailed case study of his experiences and behaviors in the Sanitarium, Kenny could… and would use these against him, sooner or later.

Kenny smiled to himself, rolling up the papers and stuffing them into his coat, he turned to leave the office, but suddenly came to a halt, peering curiously at Joe's desk.

Or to be more specific, his drawer.

Perhaps the only one left untouched in the room, Kenny smiled to himself, surveying a tiny lock, which he knew would leave Joe at ease… Joe afterall, was a fucking moron.

Kenny placed a hand on the drawer, and gave it a solid yank, quickly disposing of any locking mechanism, he tore the drawer out, tilting his head curiously once more, as a metallic clunk followed the motion.

Kenny rummaged through, cigarettes… porn, a large sum of money. Kenny tossed them aside, showing what little importance these objects had to him.

What did matter was what he'd found at the bottom of the drawer, something which would change the future of the Asylum forever.

A handgun, a Glock to be precise, jet black… it sat in the drawer ominously.

"Well well, what dirty little secrets do we have here Joe?" Kenny whispered to himself sarcastically, picking up the gun and quickly pulling out to clip.

"A full clip? Always were a pussy though Campbell… I wonder how long you've had this, all those shit kicking I've given you. …And you never once had the balls to pull this." Kenny said, slamming the clip back in and loading the gun, pointing it menacingly at a mirror.

Kenny looked at the gun with a disturbing snicker.

"Well my little mistreated friend, you have a new home." Kenny said, sliding the gun into his pocket.

Kenny Rock's plans for pAin had just changed significantly with his new find.

Kenny whistled with glee, leaving the room and walking calmly down the corridor.

Ironic, for as he did, Joe Campbell turned another, he'd been hiding and watching, and had just seen Mike Bear leave.

He then slapped his forehead, seeing the door of his office smashed to bits.

"What the fuck now…" Joe said to himself, creeping into his office, and sighing again, seeing the ransacked interior, he stepped carefully through the paper and overturned drawers on the floor, looking at each and flicking through a list of suspects in his head, all thought however ceased to be, as he looked at his desk drawer in despair.

His gun; was gone.

Joe had two things to say, before slumping to the ground and clutching his head.

"Rave."

Joe fell to the ground.

"Fuck."