But whom did they challenge?

“Fans of the Asylum, tonight we are missing the man who is responsible for everyone being here tonight, Joe Campbell.” The mention of Joe’s name caused a roar of rebellious boos. “However, the show must undoubtedly go on. And with that being said, I took a drastic measure; I put out an open sign-up sheet. I made it public to fighters and wrestlers all around North America. Anyone who has the guts to step into this very cage is good enough to fight tonight.”

The fans cheered at the statement.

“Koji Tamura has challenged Chris Credible!” Cheers. “Token Weed has challenged Dark!” Cheers. “Synn has challenged Hypnosis and Deicide!” Cheers. “Also here on the sheet, Jessica Jenkins has challenged Asylum Women’s Champion, Nerva, to a title match!” The crowd knew who Jessica was, the eliminated fWo Survivor. And they also knew well who Nerva was. They cheered for the match, knowing the high standards it had. “I’m gonna have this sheet run back to Joe’s office. In the meantime, enjoy the show.”

But the smile was gone. Deicide stood over the paper with a confused look on his face.

Hypnosis: What the fuck are you doing in here?

Deicide: I came to sign the match. Make my asskicking nice and official... but it seems you beat me to it.

Hypnosis: What the fuck are you talking about?

Hypnosis walked over to the paper with “OPEN CARD” written on the top, and was shocked to see "Synn vs. Hypnosis... & Deicide"

Synn had signed the match... but why? Was he looking forward to this?

Hypnosis eyed Deicide up cautiously before leaving the room. Questions slowly began to fill his head. Questions of loyalty. On that note, the Asylum cut to a commercial break…

Hypnosis & Deicide vs. Synn
(Handicap Match)

Synn stood in the middle of the Asylum looking directly at the entrance… which exploded with green pyro as Hypnosis walked out, to the sound of “Won’t Lie Down” (Kombat Mix) by Face to Face, in his hand, 3 feet of black steel pipe. Hypnosis raised the pipe in the air with oen hand, and the TV title with the other. The crowd had grown to love Hypnosis, clearly heard by the scrams and chants bareldy audible over the all round cheering, but the ovation stopped as “Bible Bashed” by Deicide started. A mixed reaction was what Deicide received, boo’ed for the man that he was, but cheered for fighting with Hypnosis, against Synn.

Hypnosis walked to the Asylum ahead of Deicide, and locked eyes with Synn, who had been watching him the whole time. Hypnosis stepped in as Synn circled the cell, eyes focused on Hypnosis. Deicide took his chance and jumped over the cell wall, before nailing Synn with a ahrd clothesline, knocking Synn down. Synn got back up to his knees, but instead of turning and attacking Deicide, his eyes remained locked on Hypnosis. Deicide lay a few stiff kicks into Synn, but stopped, more out of shock than any kind of mercy, when Synn got back to his knees, put his hands behind his back and continued to stare at Hypnosis.

The crowd had fallen silent, not expecting this fight to have turned into this. They’d expected a bloodbath, and didn’t know what they were receiving. Synn’s followers in the crowd stood again, their arms in crucifix position once more, and as Hypnosis looked around, he knew Synn had the upper hand… but not for long.

Hypnosis landed a straight right hand to the jaw of Synn, who spat blood out, but turned his head to Hypnosis once more. The intensity in Hypnosis’ eyes had been building all along, and this last “slap in the face” served to break his control. He took his chain off and wrapped it around his right hand, before punching wildly at the face of Synn. Deicide got to his knees to try and get some punches in, only to be pushed away by Hypnosis.

Deicide grabbed Hypnosis, and pulled him off Synn, as the two stared at each other.

But the intesnsity broke.

A guy in a hockey mask jumped over the security rail, and headed straight for Hypnosis. He jumped him, and the two were soon rolling about, struggling to get punches in from any direction.

Deicide looked down at Synn, his face lying in a pool of blood, that had come from various laceratinos on his forehead, but he could see the most disturbing sight of all. Synn’s sick smile as he lay there, close to unconsciousness. Deicide looked overat Hypnosis fighting the fan in the hockey mask, and decided to finish things off himself. He picked Synn up, who could no longer stand under his own power, before grabbing Hypnosis’ pipe form outside, and swinging at Synn’s head. Synn already beginning to fall avoided most of the contact, but there was still enough to send him toppling out of the Asylum to the concrete floor, where the drops of blood form his mouth, soon began to form another lake of crimson red.

Deicide turned and stomped on the fan, as Hypnsois got the upper hand, before crushing the mask into the guys face. The guy didn’t seem to phased by the punch, even though blood began to pour from all the gaps… he simply walked backwards out of the Asylum, his eyes piercing through the mask, and through Hypnosis.

Hypnosis turned to get some more of Synn… but he had gone. The frustration returned to Hypnosis’ face once more as he spun around and stared at Deicide. The reason? He had finished Synn. That was Hypnosis’ job. Hypnosis snatched the pipe from Deicide’s hand, and reared it back… but he never swung. He knew Deicide had done exactly what he said he would. He delivered Synn, and he’d even helped him out with that crazed fan. He couldn’t strike him down… but he could shake his hand.

The two had an understanding. When you have been through so much with one man, you know what he’s thinking, and with one look Deicide knew he was in no danger, and knew he would get no thanks.

“I Won’t Lie Down” (Kombat Mix) hit one more time as Deicide walked to the back as Hypnosis stood in the ring, holding the pipe and the TV title up high once more, but glory was not what filled his head. Hypnosis was questioning everything.

The parking lot was empty, for all but one car. In only a couple of hours though thousands upon thousands of fans would soon arrive with each fan hoping to see at least one particular fighter that they want to see fight tonight. The hallways throughout the building were also empty, and quiet.

The camera zooms in back over the parking lot where one car is sitting in a parking lot, which fits around +100 cars. The engine was off, the radio was buzzing with the sound of music, and all the windows were rolled up. The passengers seat and the two back passengers seats were empty, but the drivers seat was occupied by one man. He had red hair that ran down to his shoulders and a nose ring and eyebrow ring to add onto his face with no expressions on it. If one word could describe this man, it would be...

obsessive

For he was obsessive to be the best in what he does, for he was obsessive in making sure that he stood out in wrestling. Obsessive to make sure that he destroys anyone and everyone who he wants to before retiring. Why had he decided to show up hours before the Asylums weekly show?

The man looked familiar, but he was never seen before on Asylums "turf." Red hair, body piercing's, and a face less expression. The man opened up his jacket that he was wearing and reached inside of it and pulled out a ticket. He sat there in his car glaring at the ticket. Soon after looking at the ticket carefully he shot his head up still holding the face less expression, as the cameraman zoomed out of the picture.

“Nerva! Ever since I knew of this shack, all I’ve heard was Nerva this and Nerva that. Blah, blah, blah, first woman to step into the cage, who cares? Really, who cares? I’m the one people should be talking about. I was the first woman to ever take part in fWo Survivor, you know, the mainstream stuff. Hear me loud and clear, Nerva, I’m calling you out!”

“Unified” by Biohazard. Out came Nerva in her street clothes. She held the title up high and then walked to the ring with the crowd solidly behind her. Although she wasn’t from Tennessee, she had the home field advantage simply because she was an Asylum fighter through-and-through, and not a wrestler. Sternly, she grabbed the microphone out of Jessica’s hand and looked at her over her shoulder.

“You know, Jess, I don’t know who the hell you think you are challenging me for my title. I don’t even know why it’s right for you to come onto the Asylum’s show. But more important than all of that, I don’t know who the hell you are using this stick right here.” She shook the microphone a few times. “See, no one here uses the mic unless it’s absolutely necessary. Your little tirade about being the first woman in some cheap reality contest means shit here. Did you know that before you opened your trap?”

Jessica reached for the mic, but Nerva pulled the mic away. “Don’t even try, bitch.” A frown came upon Jessica’s face as the fans cheered Nerva’s comment. “It kinda pisses me off when a wrestler thinks she could defend herself in the Asylum’s no-holds-barred cage. With all due respect to sports entertainment,” she tapped the belt mounted on her shoulder, “this ain’t fake. Can you even throw a credible punch?”

BAM!

With a right fist, Jessica popped Nerva in the face right below the eye. The impact sent Nerva back against the rim, and before she could retaliate, security guards piled into the ring to hold her back from Jessica Jenkins. Wearing a grin of pride, Jessica stepped out of the cage and walked up the aisle. Now everyone knew she was there to fight. Another commercial break followed…

Koji Tamura vs. Chris Credible

The bell sounded and Koji wasted no time. He hit Credible with a center round kick, a high round kick, and then turned around with a sweep. He brought Credible back up by the hair and delivered a swift punch to the forehead. Credible backed himself against the Asylum cage and played possum, luring Koji in and then kicking him in the gut. Not used to being in an offensive situation, Credible took a moment to think about what to do next and then clotheslined Koji to the mat. He then went for a big splash, but Koji countered with two knees to the gut.

Koji kipped up and took it to Credible with an elbow strike, a head butt, and then an over-the-shoulder judo flip. Credible sat up and found himself in a rear naked choke. As he was about to tap out, however, Koji released the hold and began stomping away at him. The ref pushed Koji back to give Credible a chance to get up, but as soon as he did, Koji attacked him with two kicks to the gut, a kick to the chest, and then a final blow to the face. Credible took a Flairesque face plant and stayed down. The ref reached seven, but Koji stopped his count by applying the Achilles tendon hold.

This woke Credible up as he screamed in pain. He was about to tap out yet again, but Koji broke the hold and pulled him back up. Chop. Chop. Credible held his welted red chest in pain and turned his back to Koji Tamura. It proved to be a big mistake as Koji dropped a back brain ax kick. Credible slumped forward against the Asylum mesh, and Koji took advantage of his position by grabbing both of Credible’s legs under his arms and kicking him repeatedly between the legs. He finished the sequence with a wheelbarrow suplex.

Credible wisely stayed down for the ref’s count, but Koji pulled him up at five. He wanted him to pay the full punishment. The Katsuzen began with two punches to the face, knocking Credible down. Koji continued it with ten repeated kicks to either side of Credible’s head, making him an official bloody mess. The ref counted to ten faster than usual for Credible’s sake and awarded the bout to Koji Tamura. He tried raising the Japanese native’s hand, but Koji pulled it away and focused his attention on Credible again, picking him up and tossing him out of the Asylum. Koji’s music resurfaced as he finally headed to the back, ending his path carnage.

With that, a man in tattered jeans, no shirt, spiked blonde hair and the word "Fucked" tattooed at an arch over his naval enters the arena. The man goes by the name Rave Caprino. His purposes here unknown as of yet, but I'm sure we'll find out.

The man stalks down the hallway with his fists clenched tight. An ever-present look of hatred and rage fills his face as he continues his march down the hall. The fighters, the fans, the officials glance toward him. None recognize him because he isn't anyone famous. No one special. Just a man with a purpose. Eventually, the man stops in wide hallway. Asylum fans walk past him as he stands still.

This man stretches his hand and grabs the shirt of a ring crew member. He pulls him closer so he's staring face-to-face with him.

"Where's Joe Campbell's office?"

This crew member points down the hallway. The tattooed man walks down the hallway and sees the door to an office open. He grabs the door and closes it, but not all the way. A sign plastered across it reads "Joe Campbell". The man smiles.

A piece of paper lay on the desk with a pen next to it. The man walked up and saw the name "Token Weed". He grabbed the pen and scribbled something down. What?

His name. This "Rave Caprino" was going to be a part of Asylum, if only for tonight.

She neared a group of ring crew workers and slapped one of them on the ass. “Seen Koji around?” The worker, with his shoulder pressed against the wall holding a cup of coffee, shook his flustered head and went back to conversing with the other guards. “Fuck,” said Nerva as she continued down the hall. Looking at the doors left and right, all she found were letters and numbers: B7, B8, B9... but one door broke the pattern, with the nametag Koji Tamura printed in bold white letters. "Bingo."

Koji stepped into the steaming shower, he tossed the towel over the top bar as he pulled the current across. He sighed in relief as the hot water ran over his tired body.

She knocked on the door. "Koji, open up." There was no answer, which aggravated her. "Come on, you motherfucker, open the door!" Still no response. "Oh hell..." She twisted the knob and entered. She threw her Women’s Title belt on a nearby bench and looked around for Koji. He was nowhere to be seen still, but his whereabouts were apparent by the sprinkling showerhead. With no respect for his privacy, Nerva walked towards the shower and yanked the curtain open. Koji's eyes widened in surprise at Nerva as she stood in front of him with her arms folded across her chest.

“I need a word with you, Koji. You don’t mind, do you? Didn’t think so.”

Tamura was taken aback. He looked at Nerva standing there before replying. “Get the hell out of here.”

“Funny, last year you wanted to have sex with me. Speaking of the past...” She pulled out a pearl necklace from her jacket pocket and examined it before extending it out to Koji. “This is yours. I don't know what it is, pearls are way too conservative for me. Took me a year to figure that out.”

Koji to turned the showerhead off and dried himself, and then snatched the necklace. “Funny, last year you were conservative, now you're just a whore.”

She stared down at his privates with a grin coming out of the corner of her mouth. “Did you know that Callous has a bigger penis than you?” Koji immediately slapped the towel around his waist. She continued, “But who the hell cares. I didn't just come back here to hand your shit back; I wanted to know why you were roughin the hell out of Chris Credible. What did he do to you?”

A small smirk came across Koji's face. “He's a pathetic American, just like Sterling Silver. He needed to be taught a true lesson.”

“Yeah, yeah, it's all about your whole fuckin anti-America parade. You know what, Koji? You do whatever feels right. Just remember that I did something before that's pissed you off your whole life - I whipped your ass. And believe me, Shokujin, I can do it again.”

Koji frowned. "You may have 'whipped my ass,' but I can do something that will destroy your world. Now get out of here, Sharon."

Nerva stood for a moment, shook her head, and shrugged. “Whatever, I’ve got to get ready for my fight. You know, since I’m a champion and all.” She grabbed her belt, showed it to Koji, and then walked out of the room. His eyes narrowed. He clutched the necklace in his hands and then snapped the pearls into pieces that rolled on the floor.

Dark stood up and walked down the hallway; his head ran through the scenario. He walked through the corridors of the backstage, looking up at the metal pipes hanging from the ceiling. He kept walking; Dark knew it was almost time for himself to die. Well he always thought he was going to die. He picked up a chair from a large rack he passed by and stormed into a locker room. Shouting and groans could be heard as Dark walked out of the room, blood covering his chair.

Crawling behind him was Token Weed, "Hit me again Dark, FUCKING HIT ME AGAIN!" Token screamed looking at Dark walking down the hallway.

"See Dark, in the match, a chair won't help you Dark: neither will a bat; or a chain; or even a truck. Because surrounding us will be a mesh cage, barbwire wrapped around it. Above us, we will battle for the biggest prize you could ever win in the Asylum, a bag of heroin," Token said as he rolled over on his side exhausted.

Attacking Token helped Dark calm himself down, but what did he do to Token? Was Token going to hurt Dark ten times worse? The possibilities always there, especially here, especially in this Asylum.

Nerva (c) vs. Jessica Jenkins
(Women's Title Match)

“Unified” by Biohazard replaced Jessica’s music and called upon Nerva. She walked out from the curtains with the Women’s Title strapped around her waist and headed straight for the ring. Jessica waited with her hands on her hips, head tilted to the side. Nerva stepped through the door, took off her belt and handed it to the ref. He held it up and then called for the bell.

It was on.

Nerva attacked with a barrage of rapid punches, but Jessica held her forearms up to absorb the shock and then countered with a head butt. She kneed Nerva in the gut and slammed her with a double axe-handle. Nerva rolled along the mat, got up, and responded to a charging Jessica with a sidekick to the gut. Jessica doubled over, and Nerva took advantage by doing the front splits and punching her in the jaw. With Jessica staggering, Nerva jumped off the steel rim and smacked her with a tornado kick to the face.

The referee began his count on Jessica. Fortunately for her, she got up at five. She squeezed her hand three times in the air, signaling to Nerva for a test of strength. Reluctantly, Nerva agreed to it. They grabbed one another’s hands and then immediately engaged at the shoulders. Jessica took advantage at first, sending Nerva to one knee, but Nerva used her power to get back to both feet. She began to overpower Jessica, but before matters could get bad, Jessica kicked Nerva between the legs and then powered her down.

“Give it up! Give it up!” she said to Nerva. But Nerva wouldn’t quit; instead, she crossed Jessica’s arms together and then flipped her to the ground. Right there, she locked in a triangle choke on Jessica. Jessica squeezed out of it, went for an elbow drop and only found mat. Poised, Nerva hook kicked Jessica in the hamstring and elbowed her in the face. Jessica threw a straight-line punch, but Nerva trapped it, punched her in the gut, then axe kicked her in the shoulder. Nerva went for a high roundhouse kick, but Jessica ducked it, locked Nerva up, and then t-bone suplexed her across the ring.

Nerva began to get up, but Jessica clotheslined her down. She grabbed a handful of the Women’s Champion’s hair, brought her up, and then bashed her head repeatedly on the steel rim. Nerva fought back with elbows to the mid-section, but Jessica raked the eyes, kicked her in the mid-section, and dropped her to the ground with a DDT. She waited on Nerva to get up, ran towards her, swung around and hit another DDT. Nerva stayed down for a six-count but slowly got to her feet.

Wanting to pull out all the stops, Jessica moonsaulted off the steel rim and nailed a final, picturesque DDT. Having completed her DDT clinic, Jessica dusted her hands off and waited against the cage. The ref began his count. The fans became worried that an outsider would take the Women’s Title when the count reached seven.

Eight…

Nine…

Kip-up.

Nerva pulled herself together and threw her hands back up to guard her face. Jessica turned around, shocked that Nerva got up. She charged at her with a spear, but Nerva sidestepped it, sending Jessica headfirst into the steel mesh. Nerva delivered a forceful roundhouse kick to Jessica’s ribs, and then back fisted her across the face. She was about to finish her off with the Double Touch, but someone emerged from the crowd and hopped into the cage.

Kaysey Arrows.

Nerva stepped forward and back kicked him in the chin, but he absorbed the shot and flattened her with a lariat clothesline. He checked on his love interest, Jessica Jenkins, and then the two of them started stomping on Nerva.

Jessica reached out and grabbed a steel chair, then told Kaysey to hold Nerva up. She first tore Nerva’s shirt down the middle, much to the delight of the crowd. But then she hit the chair twice on the ground and aimed at Nerva’s breasts, a nostalgia of the Nerva/Persephone encounter at the Retribution PPV. However, an unlikely fighter came to Nerva’s aid.

Koji Tamura.

As Jessica brought the chair up, Koji snatched it from her hands. Kaysey threw Nerva aside and charged at Koji, but Koji threw the chair to him and blasted it straight into his skull with a flying sidekick. He delivered several body punches followed by an uppercut and resumed with a flying elbow to send Kaysey out of the cage. Koji followed him to the outside where Kaysey brawled back with clubbing rights and then got Koji into a double-handed choke against the guardrail. His sheer size overpowered Koji as the life was being choked out of him.

In the cage, Jessica kicked at Nerva’s bare abdomen and then used the torn shirt to choke her. Nerva reached back, fisted two handfuls of Jessica’s hair and flipped her forward. She got up, but Jessica took her to the ground and pulled down her pants, showing a sight of Nerva’s thong that Asylum fans have seen many times before. Jessica somersaulted forward with a leg-drop, but Nerva moved. After using two critical seconds to pull her pants up, Nerva waited on Jessica to get up. She leaped in the air and hit the 720-degree Double Touch spin kick, sending Jessica staggering back and out of the Asylum.

The crowd cheered as Nerva’s music resurfaced in the arena. She was awarded her belt and held it up high before being interrupted by a female fan that jumped the guardrail – Kaysey Arrows did it, why couldn’t she? – and hugged her. Apparently, she was more than just as fan as she trapped Nerva in a passionate lip-lock. On the outside, Koji Tamura kneed Kaysey in the groin and then tilted his head at what was happening inside the cage. He stormed into the ring as Nerva was wondering what the hell she could do. A chorus of boos followed as he yanked the lesbian off Nerva and handed her to a nearby security guard.

Nerva immediately wiped the lipstick off from around her mouth as Koji yelled at her. She looked down at the lipstick smudge on her hand that she wiped off her face, looked at her belt, shrugged, and headed to the back. Koji stood in the ring with anger written over his face.

She was standing nose to nose with "Yo Mama" Callous, and referring to his actions on the November 4th Asylum Sunday Show. Callous had brutally attacked the defenseless Super Hero with a baseball bat sending him into a coma, and making the rest of his life change forever. Wonder Hanna was furious and could not believe Callous, a man who she thought loved her, did such a thing to her brother.

She just couldn't believe it...

" I thought you loved me! You nearly killed him, Callous... you nearly fucking killed him..." Wonder Hanna spurted out.

"I can explain-" Callous began, but was cut off by a riveting slap from Hanna to the side of his face. Callous looked astonished, as he caressed his right cheek with his hand. "What the fuck?!" he blurted out.

"Not this time Callous. You've squirmed your way out of things one too many times, and I'm fucking sick of it. And I'm sick of you, you... you...

PERVERT!"

At that, Callous unleashed a huge right hand slap to the side of Wonder Hanna's face. Something set Callous off. She immediately fell to the ground from the impact, and stared hatefully into the eyes of this wicked monster.

" You know what you look like right now...? You look like a whore. Stand up Hanna... fight me, you little slut." Callous said, as an evil smile lit up his face. "Oh, that's right Hanna... you can't fight. Because you're just a girl, and the only thing you are good for is sex!"

Hanna couldn't believe it. The man she was infatuated with for two months turned out to be nothing but a monster. And she thought he loved her. Tears were rolling down her face, as she continued to take the abuse from Callous.

"And that is the only thing I wanted from you this whole time. Nothing else... I didn't want a relationship, I didn't want love... I only wanted pleasure. And I know you'll come crawling back to me... you little tramp." At that Callous spat at the downed, defenseless, abused women, and walks away. Hanna laid there defeated, crying, and sick to her stomach. The show went to another commercial break.

"Fuck it all! Fuck this world! Fuck everything that you stand for!"

A man known only to dedicated wrestling fans as Rave Caprino exits the backstage area. The fans look on in utter confusion, not knowing whether to boo or applaud. Instead, they stay silent as the man recognized by the "Fucked" tattoo over his stomach steps through the door and enters the Asylum with microphone in hand.

"Welcome to the Gaylord Entertainment Center, right here in Nashville Tennessee."

The fans rise out of their seats, cheering in approval at the cheap attempt at a cheap pop.

"How fitting that an arena that bears this name lies right in this city, because you people are the biggest pile of faggots I have ever seen."

Cheap heat, and they fall for that too. Boos reign from the seats of the arena.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Rave Caprino. I'm a fighter in a wrestling promotion called Realm. What does that mean to you people? It means that tonight, this is no longer the Asylum. This place is mine. It will bear no name, because it's not fucking worth it. The people in this federation run around thinking that they are tough shit because people of the same technical fighting style as them surround them.

"Worthless shits, you couldn't tell your head from your ass unless you had some personal agent running around reminding you. You rich, pampered pieces of shit. This place is nothing better than the wrestling industry. Asylum, fWo, jOlt, they're all the fucking same marketed bullshit wrapped in shiny paper to confuse the ignorant fuckheads willing to watch whatever's put in front of them.

"Look at some of these people in jOlt. High Flyer, SDL, Rush, Azrael Ravenell, The Don. Fag. Fag. Fag. Fag. And…fag. Each of them are pushed to be either the most liked or most hated piece of shit to you. What do you do? Fall right into their marketing trap. You're mice in a maze. When you don't go for the cheese, you're shocked, and you don't like it. So what do you do? Go for the cheese."

As the ring starts to fill with trash. Rave turns just in time to see a man of Japanese heritage throw an entire can of beer at him. It happens to catch Rave in the forehead, infuriating him. Fans scream as Rave climbs out of the Asylum and over to the fan, grabbing him by the collar. The man trembles as Rave pulls him forward and punches him in the head. Crumpling to the ground, the man is unconscious.

"Fucking yellow bastard. You know what, you people are too stupid to realize when you're being played as fools by people who are ripping the money from your pockets. Don't ask me why, but I tried to help you. Stupid shits, now you're fucked. Welcome to a hell you have yet to see, Asylum. Now you're in deeper shit than you've ever seen."

Once he had cleared the security region of the arena, he began to remove his cap, after making sure no one was around.

"Well, time to get to business." Said Great Dragon, removing his baseball cap, topping it off by tossing away the empty pizza boxes that he had taken from the nearby pizzeria.

"Now where is that Yakuza member? I know he went here somewhere…" trailed off Dragon, passing by several television monitors that showed the in-ring activity.

He paused as he heard a distinct voice:

"Fucking yellow bastard…"

The blood boiled in Great Dragon's system as he heard the slur used by the man in the Asylum itself. He stared at the man, and recognized the man from REALM:

Rave Caprino

"Mr. Caprino, it is time, as Tony Montana once said in 'Scarface', to say hello to my little friend…" said Dragon, patting his chain which was hidden in his leather jacket.

"I will deal with the Yakuza member later. For now, my personal honor and pride is at stake, and I will not step down…" mumbled Dragon to himself, as he headed towards the nearest ringside entrance…

Rave Caprino vs. Great Dragon vs. Sepiroth Du Luc vs. High Flyer

What Rave couldn't see behind him was High Flyer, jOlt super star and current tag champ running down the steps. Rave snorted in the air as SDL hit the Asylum cage door. Rave quickly pounced and landed on him delivering a kick to the midsection then an upper cut to the jaw. Du Luc stumbled around the cage for a few moments before charging at Rave as Rave steps to the side tripping Du Luc to the mat.

Du Luc scrambles to his feat as Rave took a step back, backing up to the octagon wall as Great Dragon grabed Rave by the neck and began to deliver sharp punches to his face. Dragon was quickly thrown back by a charging High Flyer, High Flyer had one thing on his mind only, that was to kick the crap out of Rave for calling him a fag. As Dragon stood up and threw Flyer into the ring, hopping over the Asylum wall as he did it.

Du Luc now had regained his sense as he began to unload a flurry of punches on Rave, starting with a punch to the stomach, then two jabs to the face. Du Luc then delivered a quick kick into the midsection then drills Rave to the mat with the Silencer. Across the ring Dragon is kicking Flyer in the face, trying to make him tap out. But to no avail as Dragon takes a step back and goes for a drop kick to Flyer's face, but Flyer rolls out of the way quickly bouncing to his feet and kicking Dragon hard in the face sending his skull ricocheting into the Asylum, as Dragon falls to the mat, a large red spot on his mask begins to form.

CLICK

SDL and High Flyer looked at the cage as it was clicked shut and a bell rung starting the fight... These men weren't scheduled to fight, and now they were all locked in the Asylum cage, they now knew that this was an Asylum match... not a wrestling match that they had gotten themselves into. SDL quickly came back to his senses as he began to punch at High Flyer as the two men, both out of it on the ground were beginning to be counted.

1...

SDL kicked Flyer into the stomach, and slammed his head off of the rim of the Asylum.

2...

Flyer responds with a kick to the stomach, and a face first shot into the Asylum rim right back.

3...

Rave Caprino begins to stir as SDL throws a hay maker, nailing Flyer in the head, dazing him backwards.

4...

Rave crawls over behind both men giving a double low blow as both men slump against the cage walls.

5...

Great Dragon rolls to his feet, still a little shakey. Rave quickly gets to his feet, grabbing both SDL and High Flyer by the hair pulling with all his strength the two knoggins together causing each other to head but one another as they both stumbled back, clutching the rim of the cage wall. Rave looked across the ring, at the now wobbly Great Dragon. He began running diving at Dragon, but Dragon moved out of the way just in time as Rave wen't head first into the cage wall. Rave looked up, a crimson mask poured down his face as Great Dragon assaulted him with kicks to the face.

Finaly Rave slumped over, laying flat against the mat. SDL, who took less of the head butt than Flyer came running across the ring, but was stopped dead in his tracks as Dragon drilled the eager SDL in the face with a stepping back kick sending him flying landing back first into the mat.

1...

Both Rave and SDL were being counted as Dragon walked over to High Flyer, but was met by a punch to the already injured head. High Flyer capitilized as Dragon let out a scream of pain, Flyer grabbed Dragon and began throwing fist after fist into his face.

2...
3...

SDL began to crawl over to the cage, to use it for leverage to get up with. As that was going on, Flyer grabbed Dragon and lifted him up, dropping him with a tilt-a-whirl back breaker, also known as "Falling on Deaf Ears", causing him to shudder as he landed. Flyer stood up and saw SDL getting up, using the rim of the Asylum.

4...

Rave was still out, his head bleeding all over the place on the mat of the Asylum. Flyer charged at SDL, but SDL lifted Flyer up on his shoulders, and dropped his head down across the rim of the Asylum, now busting Flyer open on his forhead also.

5...

SDL pulled Flyer up, punching him in the face for good measure, he lifted Flyer up into the air and drilled him with The Impression, planting Flyer hard into the mat.

6... Finaly Rave Caprino began to show life, as did Great Dragon. Rave slowly brought himself to his feet, looking at the carnage before his eyes. Well what he could see out of, Rave reached into the pockets of his jeans, pulling out a pair of gleaming brass knuckles.

7... Was the count for Great Dragon, as he and High Flyer both laid there, motionless. Rave cocked his arm back, but had it grabbed from the now concious Great Dragon. Dragon twisted Rave's arm behind his back causing Rave to drop the brass knuckles. High Flyer also now began to awaken, his face now busted open, bleeding all over the place. He got to one knee, stopping the count.

Rave scrambled trying to turn around as SDL delivered a punch to Rave's face, then one to Dragon's, but High Flyer quickly tripped SDL down to the mat and locked him in a sharp shooter, trying to force him to tap out. Dragon, spun his leg around delivering a back kick, but keeping ahold of Rave's arm, he lifted Rave up and dropped him with a german suplex as Dragon walked over to Flyer and delivered a kick to the face.

Rave slowly clawed his way to his feet, reaching down and grabbing the knuckles, SDL rolled to his feet, being kicked in the face by Dragon, as the two battled to the rim of the cage. Flyer looked up, seeing only Rave, finaly his chance for redemption, as he charged at Rave tackling him to the ground. But Rave quickly threw vicous punches to the back of Flyer's head with his fist, now with brass knuckles wrapped around them.

Flyer slumped over motionless as Dragon lifted SDL into the air and dropped him with a running powerbomb, Dragon turned to look at he and Rave only standing, Rave had his back turned, not looking at Dragon. Dragon came running across the ring, but Rave caught a glance out of the corner of his eye, he spun in a circle, driving the knuckles into Dragon's forhead, Rave stumbled over and leaned agains the rim of the Asylum, drained from this bloody, gruesome fight.

1...

2...

3.. None of the men showed signs of life.

4...

5...

6... Flyer attempted to get to his feet, as he suddenly dropped to the mat, his blood forming a puddle where he hit.

7...

8...

9...

.... SDL lifted his head off the mat, but that was hit as he layed it back down, not able to move

....10!

Rave Caprino instantly slumped to the mat, as all four men were down. The show faded to a commercial, but, Rave had won this battle between federations... this interpromotional battle...

That was all that was heard, cutting out the sound of the world around him. Sitting in a corner in a secluded area of the arena, we could see none other than High Flyer. The man that fought for the pride of his company. The man that fought in the name of jOlt.

He sat in a pool of crimson, mostly his own, dripping down his face and to the cold concrete. But all that changed in a swift instant as he reached into his jeans, and pulled out his cell phone, placing it near his ear. "H-hello?" Flyer stuttered, feeling weak, powerless, beaten. But nearly in an instant he went from a beaten destroyed man, to a man with a new beginning. He slowly regained his stature, trying to stablize himsel on his feet. He wobbled slowly down the hallway, listening intently, at least as intently as he could to the partner on the other end, before his eyes open in near horror.

"Huh?" It seemed the only word Flyer could say at that time. The only word that made sense. "Wha-what do you mean a title match, and against Extreme? Doesn't he need a partner?" Flyer stammered out as best he could, still hobbiling, limping slowly down the corridor. With each step his face etched, contorted to show the pain. "Damnit. Dude, Don't worry, I'll be there." and with that, Flyer closed the panel on his phone and put it back into his pants pocket, continuing to walk down the hallway ever so slowly, groaning with each step of the way. A final commercial break followed.

Metallica booms over the speakers, and the crowd loves it. There’s a guard, walking through the curtains… not who they were looking for. There he is, behind the guard… Tyler Burton! His bound-by-steel fists raise into the air. The crowd is eating this up, and judging by the look on Tyler’s face… he is too!

As he makes it to the Asylum and walks in through the gate, you can tell his mind is fast-forwarded five minutes ahead in time, wishing that he were mercilessly bashing ArchAngel’s skull for his weekly near-death quandary.

Tyler manages to straddle the cage and once again raises his handcuffed fists in the air, hearing the fans screaming in anticipation of what’s to come… This is a different Tyler from weeks past. He hated the fans when he was shoved in prison, now he can only long for their adoration once every week, once every seven days… Tyler has changed.

Then suddenly, his music stopped.

From out of nowhere, Malone is found hustling into the Asylum as quickly as his body will allow him. Tyler watches, wondering if Joe’s playing a sick cat-and-mouse game with him, making him fight Malone instead of ArchAngel this week to spite him. The crowd boos Malone’s presence, thinking the same.

"Tyler wait… before you get to pumped about fighting tonight. I need to tell you something. Joe’s not here."

Tyler clenches his fists and grits his teeth.

You can tell Tyler’s lost, he’s knows that Joe’s not around… but why would Malone point out the obvious?

"So you won’t be fighting ArchAngel. … you’ll be fighting someone else."

The crowd doesn’t like the sound of that… of all the anonymous fights booked tonight, they expected… no, NEEDED to see Inmate and ArchAngel face each other yet again in a match to the death.

Apparently, Joe wants to egg the fans on, to keep them anticipating.

"That’s right Tyler, despite the “Open Card” rule tonight, Joe made an exception to the rule for you and your opponent. He wants to continue torturing you. He made that quite clear in the phone conversation I had with him just hours before the show, but it’s hard to tell who Joe wants to tortured… because you’ll be facing the Asylum Champion… KENNY ROCK right here tonight in a non-title fight!!!"

With that the crowd, yet again confused even themselves… as they cheered as ‘Mudshovel’ by Staind started.

Tyler couldn’t believe it. Kenny Rock was coming down the aisle, and judging from the red stained gauze on his chest, he was on Tyler’s playing field, because now neither was at 100%. And mentally, one could argue that neither were anywhere near even 50%!

Kenny Rock vs. Inmate

Rock, despite the handicap of the handcuffs, found that he was incapable of defending himself. He was fighting back, slightly, with a few closed fist shots, but not once did he attempt a block any of Tyler’s strikes. He simply tried to counter somewhat with hits of his own.

Tyler Burton and Kenny Rock were having the time of their lives. Tyler was now yelling louder with every blow to Rock. And Rock was merely taking it, allowing his face to scrunch up and disfigure. He continued to smile through his crimson-stained teeth. With every punch he’d deliver, a smile would register. With every blow he’d receive, he’d laugh.

Rock shoved Tyler and kicked at his thigh and smiled once more. The shove had drove Tyler to his feet, and he was able to land a stiff driving kick to Rock’s chest.

“ARGGHHHH!”

Rock hollered loudly in agony. No wonder. The kick had no doubt split Rocks wounded chest wide open. Rock turned his stomach to the mat in what looked to be movement of pure agony. He then vomited… Kenny struggled to get to his knees, but he couldn’t force himself up any further than his position lying doubled over on the mat.

Tyler yelled at the guard who quickly relinquished the keys to the cuffs. Tyler unlocked his left wrist first, and stopped there. Locking the open end of the cuffs so that both arts where on his right hand. Tyler saw Rock was now up on both knees, but with his face still pressed on the mat. Tyler kicked him in the ribs, rolling Rock over onto his back.

Rock waved Tyler on.

“DO IT!”

Tyler kicked his chest again. Now the blood was really showing on the gauze. Tyler reached down and grabbed hold of a loose piece of the gauze, and started tearing it from Kenny’s upper chest. Rock managed two shots to Tyler’s head, knowing that it only infuriated him further. Tyler grabbed Rock’s hair and drove an elbow into Rock’s forehead. Rock slumped back and his legs went loose…

Tyler didn’t let go of Rock’s hair. He held tighter. And with his right hand, swung wildly with a force unseen on tonight’s card, perhaps in the past five Sunday Shows combined, Tyler started driving fist after fist into Rock’s bleeding chest.

After the first shot, Rock’s legs sprung to life, but there was little he could do. Tyler was not stopping.

Rock tried to punch at Tyler’s face with his left hand.

Nothing.

Kenny Rock tried to pull his right arm out from Tyler’s weight.

Nothing.

Rock tried to do something, anything.

But he couldn’t. The pain was unbearable, and Kenny loved him for it.

The ref couldn’t manage to stop Tyler. But he needed to. If Tyler didn’t stop, Rock would surely die. Like Tyler cared!

It was finished. Over. The ref had thrown in the towel, something unheard of in the Asylum.

Or so we thought…

Tyler didn’t stop. Tyler wasn’t stopping. Kenny continued to lay in the Asylum a crimson mess.

And then, after numerous attempts of interjection from the ref, Tyler simply stopped hitting Kenny and knocked the referee unconscious with a single blow. Tyler looked at Kenny Rock, then at the ref and simply left the Asylum.

The crowd was going nuts, but the cheering quickly died down. Rock was down, not moving. Tyler was leaving, gone from their sites for yet another seven days. The fans weren’t happy with this.

They wanted more.

They had been spoon fed violence from Borst since day one at Asylum. Cursing. Brutality. Lunacy. Insanity.

They had been spoon fed violence from Joe Campbell also. Cages. Blood. Fire. Pain.

The fans had a thirst for violence. Insatiable. Unquenchable.

Then…

Tyler was on his way back down to the Asylum and following him was Angel Dalton, carrying a flaming torch.

This is what the fans wanted. Just listening to them you could tell. As Tyler entered the Asylum once again, Dalton wasn’t far behind. Tyler grabbed the ref, and with ease, tossed him from the Asylum. Then in an odd occurrence, Tyler went out the gate to retrieve the Asylum championship. By the time he re-entered Dalton was hovering above Kenny Rock, who was slowly starting to show signs of movement again.

Tyler looked at the fallen Rock, and then at the title. You could tell he was angered by something other than what was in front of his eyes. But as he looked down at rock, he couldn’t have become more focused. Rock yelled…

DO IT!

Tyler stomped rock’s chest and then put the title, face plate down and rubbed the title into the open chest of Kenny Rock, smearing the title with his blood. Tyler stood and spit on Rock as he left the Asylum.

Dalton looked at Rock, and without a second of hesitation, kicked Kenny Rock below the belt, causing the downed Asylum Champion to squirm in pain. Weird. Yet, the crowd loved it.

AD walked outside the Asylum and looked back at Rock, waiting for Tyler to finish emptying the content of the red jug he was spilling all over the canvas mat. And when Tyler finished. AD tossed the torch.

Flames. Growing higher, dancing.

Crowd. Growing louder, screaming.

Tyler. Loving every second of it. And…

A.D.

Staring blankly at the blaze.