A wild animal, constantly evolving into something more hideous, more agressive... more unforgivingly violent.

There stands a massive group of people standing and cheering as loud as they could, chants of "21W" are echoing throughout the room, but the camera catches the glimpse of two men slowly forcing their way through the crowd, finally 21W's Millenium Champion Biggs Dangsta, takes a seat down at the autograph desk. The resident 21W hack reporter comes up trying to force his way through the scene.

"Biggs," the reporter says as he closes behind Biggs, he then moved closer raising the level of his voice, "Biggs!"

Dangsta lifts his head from autographing, and manages to garner eye contact with the reporter while fooling with his bandanna. Smiling the smile of a champion, Biggs responded, "Yeah?"

"You like how everything's going so far?" After his generic question the reporter extended his arm for the answer, and Biggs was definatley going to go on a long drawn off response that would send the fans going crazy. But there were two men who weren't focused on what was being said, instead they were fighting their way to the front of the line, finally they stood at the front smelling like wrestling fans.. what an awful smell.

A magazine was tossed down in front of Biggs, and pushed forward for him to autograph, "Wus ya name kid?" The man took an instant to shiver, at the ignorance of this wrestler.

"To Marcus. Marcus Taylor." Biggs instinctively flipped the cover over only to reveal the Asylum's fuckhead logo, Biggs eyes shot up only the be faced with the cigarette smoke from Marcus' mouth. And the moment it dissappated, Biggs saw a face he recognized only from Asylum television.

"Carnage?!" Biggs mouth stood agape, as he quickly pushed out of his chair just barely avoiding the table that Carnage flipped over in front of him. The fans were back on their feet as Carnage opened his mouth to spit a few more salt covered words for the wounds..

"Joe Campbell sends his regards," stepping over the table Carnage charged only to fall victim to a right hook to the mouth, but quickly he responds throwing a stiff jab to the gut. Both men staggered back and looked over the other, this was an official fight now, and the fans were eating up every moment of it chanting every negative Asylum chant available.

The wrestler grabbed Carnage by the throat only to send him hard into the pillar, Biggs geared up sending his fist flying but using his raw instincts Carnage jumped out of the way causing Biggs' fist to collide hard with the unforgiving wall. Dangsta winces holding his bloody knuckles, which left himself open for a face shot which knocked Biggs off his feet and onto his back. With his nostrals flaring Carnage charged forward to the downed Dangsta, but by the time he came Biggs was to his knees and the two locked up, with Biggs back to his feet. Biggs attention was stolen from him as he gasped at the missing index finger on Carnage's hand. Losing his bearings, Carnage takes advantage only to be shoved off and caught with an uppercut that planted him on his back. Breathing heavily Biggs looked back to Marcus Taylor who was too busy watching to be concerned with getting involved.

Biggs then came back to Carnage as he gripped him by his shirt, pulling the former Asylum Extreme champion to his feet, but what he didn't expect was the shrill sound coming from Carnage as he spun, Biggs saw what was in his hand, but as he jumped back it was too late..

He was caught with the knife. Biggs fell down to the ground clutching his face, and Carnage was happy as his yellowed smile broke from his teeth, it was a job well done he knew he would get on Sunday. Joe would love this very accomplishment, all would be well, but a voice broke his peace, "Cornelius!" he was going to ignore it, this was his serenity, but the voice came again, "Let's get the fuck out of here!" and as he looked back he noticed the security breaking in, he heard the sirens.. but Carnage wasn't budging as he started to laugh..

Finally his world was rocked as Marcus slapped him hard in the face, snapping him out of it. And with a tug of Carnage's arm the two were being pulled out of the building, and on the way out Carnage's smile wouldn't fade as he began to yell, "You're marked! You're marked motherfucker!"

And with another crackle the shot went to the arena..

The arena exploded in a bright red hue of pyrotechnic display, symbolising the blood red… stark reality that was the Asylum.

It seemed as though a new intro package had been formed for a Show that would in the end air three days late, although this… as usual with a late Asylum show, was not without reason.

Joe Campbell stepped through the curtains to a surprising pop from the Asylum fans… his cult status was slowly being restored in recent weeks, verbal attacks against 21wrestling, fWowrestling… online wrestling columnist Poison Ivy and also wrestling star Eli Flair had given Joe a second wind almost… it appeared as though Joe was at his best when he was making other people miserable.

He hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol in months, well… to say a drop was a bit of an overstatement, but Joe hadn’t been paralytic for weeks.

After all, he didn’t need to be… he wasn’t miserable by any stretch of the imagination, in fact he was coming back to his prime, fWo was closed… if only for the time being, Villam Ender and Rave… err, Forestrial Ciprini, weren’t trying to kill each other… and he’d just launched a full scale war on his biggest rival product, 21wrestling.

Life, couldn’t be sweeter.

Joe continued his march down the aisle nodding his head to the beat of the Prodigy hit, he clambered into the Asylum and took a microphone from the announcer at ringside, the music kept playing… he simply spoke over it.

“And so the war continues to count down.” Joe began with a smile.

“September oh September, how near you are… the end of 21wrestling pouring away like the sands of time… how does it feel Knight? To know that your days are numbered… its almost like you’ve caught a fatal disease Knight, a fatal virus that is slowly eating away your cells…

No wait a minute, that’d a bad visualisation.” Joe said, a sinister grin suddenly appearing on his face.

“Lets set something a little more scenic shall we Knight? Something a little more visually stimulating… you, 21wrestling… are a on a nice holiday package on the African Coast, life couldn’t be better… you stroll along the sandy beaches week in and week out, churning out shows of happy joy without a care in the world… but that isn’t simply enough is it Knight?

That’s not good enough.

You aren’t content to stay on the motherfucking beach, your own turf… so you begin to wade a little, to tip toe into the shallow waters of other people’s ratings Knight, the Asylum’s ratings… so now you aren’t on your own turf anymore, you’ve stepped into someone elses world.

But you haven’t seen us yet.

So you keep going, steps become paddles, paddles become strokes… and before you know it Knight, you’re swimming deeper and deeper into the unknown, you don’t really know who’s world your infringing on anymore… you don’t know who you fuck you’re messing with.

And that’s when you see us Knight.

The Great White Shark.

That’s right Knight, metaphorically speaking… we are the great white shark and you, just swam straight into our path… so what is now Knight? I’ll tell you what now is… at the moment we’re circling around you, waiting for that moment Knight… that one moment where the eyes roll back into black emotionless guards… the moment where the razor sharp teeth come out to play and all that you can do is watch as we tear you apart and devour you with swift, emotionless aggression.

And that moment Knight, is closer than you think.

But what do you do? You try to swim back to the shore… you’ve done it enough times and made it… and for now, you make at again, and when you get back to those warm sandy beaches Knight, you look down at your pale chilly flesh and what do you see?

You see scars motherfucker… scars that will never go away.

There’s a saying Knight… once bitten, twice shy… but you don’t seem to abide by it, and despite those deep scars, constant remind of that near fatal moment almost a year ago now, you keep wading deeper and deeper, and swimming further and further away from the shore.

And this time Knight, you won’t ever make it back.” Joe said, a sinister smile appearing across his face as the crowd cheered his words.

“Oh, and if you’re wondering what the new theme song is all about… just ask Poison Ivy, she’s a bitch that’s about to get smacked up…

Watch this space, as they say.” Joe said with a grin, leaving as Prodigy’s music once again blasted through the speakers.

Miles Blunder sped his car throughout the parking lot, frantically trying to find a spot. He was ready to go. Blood pumping quickly... a very high heart rate... adrenalin rushing around his head... Sir Miles Blunder was ready to kick some .desolate ass as soon as possible.

It was the least he could do after all... when .desolate made him look like an idiot in front of all those people two weeks ago.

Miles rifled his car into a spot and unlocked the seatbelt in a flash, removing his keys and pushing the door open.

“.desolate... here I come!”

Blunder suddenly stopped moving.

…the bitch that couldn't make it on her own so she stole someone else's identity…

Lotus looked at the Woman's title and she remembered talking to Joe that night she beat Nerva. She remembered him promising her that if she did the deed the rewards would be great. That she would be better then her own mentor, better then her greatest enemy, she would be better then Nerva. She would be the unquestionable champion that she sought to be and she would never have to be the Movement ex-leader Nerva to do it…

So how come every time she looked in a mirror, Nerva's face haunted her back?

"I am not myself," she said to herself. It would be the phrase that caught on. "I'm not myself…but I'm not Nerva. I'm better then her. As a champion…and a human being." She said out loud she thought hard about what Nerva would never do, what one of her weaknesses was and what beat her in the end.

"I'll prove it. I'm not Nerva and I'll prove it tonight."

Quinn Morgan Vs Nicole Carson

Now, she just wanted to shrivel up and die. Harmless words meant nothing to her. Nicole would have fed off them a few months ago, when she thought that it was possible for her to succeed in life, however it was not possible to succeed and now she was just another person throwing curses her way.

She did not bother to warm up. It wouldn't matter in the long end.

Winning the tournament wouldn't be possible even if she tried.

"Rolodex Propaganda" by At The Drive In cued the arrival of Quinn Morgan. The black haired beauty wasn't having much luck in the fighting department, so someone must have gotten the hint and placed her with someone who wouldn't be much of a challenge. Adrenaline flowed through her; this could be the spot she was looking for. A tournament was perfect for her to win.

Quinn broke free from walking and leapt into the cage. Carson stood there with her arms at her side, head drooped low with a nonchalant stare as Quinn sped in front of her. For a moment, it looked as if Carson was staring at a reflection of her former self. Quinn was definitely prettier than she and her long, black hair with red stripes was jaw dropping. That all changed for Nicole when she entered the Asylum. She tried to remember when the last time she looked in the mirror.

Her subconscious was broken from a quick punch. Quinn lashed out with another punch, sending Nicole's head teering back. Already, that girl was learning the ropes. You never underestimate your opponent. And with another right fist, Quinn put that rule into effect. Carson's head was bobbing back and forth from steady punches, so Quinn wound back and released a powerful punch that should have sent her down. However, it only caused Carson's head to teeter back and forth on her neck drunkenly.

Yep, it's like looking at myself when I had hope. Here comes the other punch in a second. She just won't give up, Carson thought as Quinn threw the next punch she expected. Carson's head moved to the right, leaving Quinn's arm frozen a few inches from connection. She didn't take the opportunity of her open chest, so Quinn was able ram her fist into Carson's face.

Fuck, she isn't like me...she is the past me. She is everything about the former me. The resilience...the will power...what a fucking idiot. It won't matter.

"STOP TRYING!"

Quinn slid back...

She spun..

Her leg spun until it sliced into Nicole's cheek...

Blood sprayed out from the cut.

Carson's nose twitched, crazed over Quinn's never-say-die attitude. The blood dripped from her face, and she let it.

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL TRYING!"

Quinn had no idea why she was telling her to give up. She wouldn't be a fool though; she wouldn't be massacred like last week. So she roundhouse kicked Carson to the face again, further opening the cut on her delicate face.

Though hurting Carson badly, she didn't stop there as she hopped off her right leg and pump kicked. She staggered back from that one. It was promising to see that she could in fact bring one of these so called immortal fighters down.

Carson cradled her fingers around the point of impact. Then she slid her fingers away to reveal a nose leaking blood. Quinn, perhaps too overconfident now, rushed at the prey and then snapped a fury of kicks at Carson.

Yet, each one whizzed by the prey...Quinn was the hunted now. Each kick and Carson would duck or sidestep. Quinn tried to mix it up with a spinning roundhouse kick to the jaw, but Nicole sidestepped and blasted her with an axe kick. She fumbled toward the cage mesh and Nicole looked in her bag of tricks. Before Quinn could stop her, she flipped her beloved nightstick out of her belt.

She smiled insanely at the nightstick. "This is when it gets interesting."

Carson was relentless on Quinn and smashed the end of the nightstick into her ribs various times. She hunched over and desperately clutched her shirt after each blow. It seemed like this went on for a minute, until Nicole spun the deadly weapon and whipped it across the side of her face. Quinn twirled on her feet and both knees pummeled to the mat.

She didn't have any mercy. She dropped to the floor, at the same time pumping both legs out.

Quinn flipped over onto her stomach, and this followed with Nicole straddling her back and choking her with the nightstick. Carson leaned back, almost snapping Quinn's neck in two as she did. And kept choking the life out of her, while waiting for her to realize that it was useless in revolting.

Carson leaned down near Quinn's ear and whispered, "Do you like pain? Are you some kind of kinky bitch?"

"No." Quinn wailed.

"Then why don't you tap? It'll be easier."

"N...Ne...Never!"

"In fact, why don't you just shoot yourself? It would be the easiest."

Her grip on the nightstick tightened. Both of her arms yanked back on the stick. Quinn was squirming and her face was slightly changing colors.

The referee came to check on her, but was shooed away by Nicole. As time ticked, Quinn was withering down to nothing.

"Maybe I should snap your neck in one movement back, or maybe I should let you understand why living means nothing. After a few minutes, you'll be wondering why your mother and father ever had an accident and you popped out."

People were getting upset now. Commotion waved over the stands for this young, beautiful girl. Riveting lines poked from her skin. Her perfect skin was now a disgusting, pearly white. Quinn flapped on the mat like a worm stuck to a hook. Soon, she was shivering from shockwaves of cold jolting up her vertebrae. Carson applied more pressure as she leaned almost as far as she could, at the same time chuckling to herself.

"Oh ho ho. I never saw anyone being choked to death! This will be an exciting experience!"

The referee came over and demanded that Carson release her. She didn't comply at first but then slid the nightstick away from Quinn's throat.

"All these idiots spoil my fun" Carson grumbled, while putting the nightstick back into her belt. The referee was about to tell the announcer that Carson had won the match, but he slipped off his own feet and landed face first onto the mat. He soon realized he was being attacked as Nicole locked in an Achilles tendon hold. His throat belched out loud roars while Carson ripped away at his tendon. It felt like there was a wildfire eating away his entire muscle, until it suddenly stopped from her releasing the hold.

He rolled around on the mat, trying to use his arm to signal, but he was quickly stomped on.

Quinn's feet kicked at the mat as if she was having a temper tantrum, but this was out of pain. Her chest was heaving all the oxygen it could get. As her lungs were sucking in oxygen, her throat burned badly. Her hands rung around her hoarse throat trying to settle the pain. Yet it was no use, at each uncontrolled breath it seemed as if someone was slicing away at her throat with a sickle and her vulnerable throat was the hay.

Someone was hurting just as bad as she, right next to her...

And soon she was being lifted up off her feet, injured throat and all.

Right into the face of the devil.

Carson's grim smile flashed, "Are you going to fight back now?"

Quinn thought she would say "no" just so she could get out of there.

But she wanted to deal her own pain to the bitch before she was through…

Say no, lose match or say yes, maybe win match...

Nicole doubled over from a knee to the gut.

Quinn massaged her throat one last time then gazed at the downed Carson. It was time to use a move that would win her the tournament. Nicole struggled to her feet, while spitting out a wad of red mucus onto the mat. When she was halfway standing, Quinn charged at her.

GORE~!

Carson's right fist cut through the air...she uppercutted Quinn as she charged, and knocked her into the air then to the mat. The uppercut slammed deep into her face, leaving a trail of blood to pour from her nose as she held it on the ground. By now, people were wishing that Carson would get this over with. This girl was hurting badly and nobody wanted to see good looks being spoiled.

After moments of meeting the mat, Quinn got up push-up style. She had a flare to her eyes, and had that pissed off look on her face that told you you were in trouble. She came at Nicole ferocious, a little psychotic. Each punch she threw became stronger. But after each one, Nicole would duck and kick her to the side. Quinn began to think it was useless, but she wasn’t going to give up yet. Her punches just kept getting stronger and faster even though Carson’s speed was overpowering.

Each punch happened to get her madder too, and it was all cultivating up to the climax. The climax being, End of Innocence. A right-handed fist to the jugular, followed by a left handed heart punch. It would have all worked perfectly if Carson hadn’t caught the second punch.

Quinn’s vision blurred as she hit the mat. Carson’s feet twisted, spinning in place after the heel kick. Her hearing was disoriented, but she swore she heard the count of ten.

“Next time, don’t try so hard.” Carson said dryly, as she began to exit the Asylum, not noticing she had won the match. She had lost too much for a plus to sink in.

“Fucking cunt!”

Nicole turned around slowly to see who had said that, perhaps afraid that she might see something she didn’t want to see. She didn’t want to see a fresh fighter who wanted some of her blood.

No, it was her. She would never learn.

A quick crack to the skull from her nightstick knocked her out.

Then, Carson exited the Asylum. She always thought actions spoke louder than words.

Kate sighed to herself disappointed her friend had been overcome once again. She dropped her a little as a sign of disenchantment and waited for her friend to walk back up and meet her.

What a bad time to wake up.

With every step that Quinn took towards Kate, the voice inside Kate's head got louder. Every yard Quinn gained the voice gained a decibel until Kate couldn't ignore it anymore.

It had a raspy, slimy, arrogant tone, one of those, which Kate would normally dismiss as a liars' voice… But today she listened.

"Why do you care?" It said.

Kate thought to answer but knew it was a rhetorical question.

"All she ever did was hold you back. Joe spotted it straight away, why didn't you? She claims she's your friend just like you claim she is yours. You both pretend to like each other but both of you hate each other."

"That's not true!" Kate screamed back. She looked a little stupid talking to herself but she carried on totally oblivious.

The voice inside Kate's head grew even louder as it shouted back at her relentless in it's crusade into causing doubt in Kate's now fragile mind.

"Oh, it's true Katie. It's true and I think you know it is. You like to act like you care about each other because you both think it makes you a good person. Well lying and deceiving another person doesn't make you a good person. All it makes you is human."

Kate looked puzzled as the voice continued.

"Every human being has the ability and impulse to make another suffer. Every human being has that sick side, the one that craves conflict and feels the need to make another suffer. Some humans are able to cover this side though and ignore it. Of course it will never go away though and as have I, ever since you made it here Katie, it lurks just beneath the surface, ready to jump out and consume you."

Kate was sick of this voice by now. It's tone pained her now and she covered her ears in the hope that she'd no longer hear the voice. However, the voice still haunted her.
"Who, or whatever you are, I'm not scared of you. I'm not scared of you and I'll never let you win. You don't control me, I control me and although you think you know me, you're wrong, way wrong. I..."

Kate was interrupted by the voice once again.

"She thinks she knows you doesn't she. She thinks she knows everything about you, yet somehow she doesn't know the most important factor of your life. You don't even care enough about her to tell her you're blind."

Kate defended her actions… Though even she knew she had no real defence.

"She just doesn't need to know, okay? No one does. I'm a person too, okay?"

"Exactly." The voice shot back.

"Exactly. You're just a person and you too feel the need to deceive someone."

"I didn't say that~!" Kate was enraged.

"No one can blame you Katie, they'd do it themselves. They'd all judge you if they knew, but they don't know how it feels. They don't know how it is to be blind, but I do.
You see Kate, what you're listening too right now isn't some imaginary voice, it's the real you talking. My message to you is simple."

Kate mouth widened.

"Wake up. Enough of this facade. Stop lying to them and to yourself. You despise her. You hate the way she's so perfect, that she has nothing to pull her back. You hate the fact she's normal, but still special enough to make her appealing to others. You hate the way she's a magnet and everything is drawn to her, including you. You hate her whining about losing and you hate even the fact that she can see and you can't. And you hate the fact she was chosen for the that tournament right in front of you and she done something you never would have…"

"What's that?" Kate hated to ask but she needed to know.

"She lost." It responded.

Kate seemed to snarl.

"But most of all Katie, you hate the fact that she's everything you are and more."

"That's not true~! You're not me! You're not me~! I don't believe it~!" Kate screamed once again but she knew it was true. Suddenly her body felt so heavy her legs gave way and she was sprawled across the floor.

"Kate?"

Quinn grabbed Kate's arm to help her off the floor.

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME~!" Kate erupted as she flung Quinn against the railing opposite. She cracked her head hard on the exposed metal and fell to the floor.

Kate's mind was about to crack open and hand over the key to her body… And it did.

"I HATE YOU~!" Kate screamed with every sickening thud of her boot against Quinn's face. Soon her beauty was clouded by a sea of crimson.

"I HATE YOU~!" She screamed yet again as she lifted her by her throat with both hands and rammed her knee into her stomach.

Whatever had broken Kate had also freed her. It seemed to have destroyed her sense of right and wrong as she then attacked the defenceless Quinn with a barrage of hard punches and kicks until Kate's own fists and feet were cut open and numb. She grabbed Quinn by the head and hung her neck over the rail. She mounted it and then jumped to the other side. Without a thought of Quinn, she proceeded to Axe her neck and Quinn fell to the floor coughing up blood.

Kate around turned with a smile as if she was pleased with the mess she had made.

"Whoever you thought you knew, you didn't. If you thought that you and myself were friends you were wrong. I am nothing but Melignant Melanoma and I ~will~ break you. If you're lucky I'll be done within a week. If I feel like it, maybe a month… Or I could really make this interesting and see how long it takes me to make you finish yourself off. The only person who's going to pull the trigger on your mercy shot is yourself, so you'd better load up now.

Quinn somehow still managed to clamber to her feet, albeit with the help of the railing.

Kate kicked her again and she fell back into her own pool of blood.

"I'm tired of you. You disgust me. Look at you now all cut open and bleeding. Every time I touch you I fear I have caught something. So do yourself a favour little Quinn, and stay down this time. You can get back up a million times but I ~will~ destroy you all over again."

Kate stared at Quinn who lay face down on the floor. She didn't move. Kate kicked her again and again and again.

"Good choice."

Kate turned still smirking and climbed back over the rail she walked to the back with her head high in the air and proud of what she had just done. She knew that if Quinn dare come near her again she was very brave, but just as stupid.

As far as Kate was concerned, this was over… For now, anyway. Until of course she felt like doing this again and she would, again and again as it would never grow old.

She'd proven her point and she felt it was but a mere prelude of the destruction ahead for Quinn and Kate couldn't wait for the next time.

Now that the truth was out she felt so clean.

Red lights.

"What da funk, what I do now mang?" Cheno said, still not realizing he was driving off the side of the road. He eased up on the gas when hearing the annoying blare of the police siren.

Then, he stuck his head out of the window, clouding his trail of three downed signs with smoke. "I'm funked." he grunted, lifting his foot until he was almost at a dead stop. He figured that each sign might cost up to $300. Spewing dirt from its wheels, the car came close behind then halted.

The dim lights slowed then stopped. Then the siren cut it's shrieking, and Cheno wasn't sure what to feel when Nicole Carson walked onto his rear view mirror. Would she be grateful for him saving her life? Her keen eyes seemed to slice through the seat he slumped down in. He wasn’t hiding because he was scared, but because he didn't want to pay any funken monkey. Carson lingered over to the car, her pad littered with offenses flapping open.

Her fingers curled on the window, looking inside with nostrils twitching and a tormented face.

“You…bastard!” She screamed, then snapped him in the face. So she wasn’t thankful. He looked at her again, while holding his nose from spewing out blood. “You had to stop me didn’t you?! You just had to!” The frame rattled, Carson kicked the side of the car. He persuaded her from destroying the car, “Wait! I have a funken reason.”

Cheno tried to remember the reason. Was there a reason? He saw her crying helplessly in the locker room, and that had been sad. “Tell me the reason then! Don’t just sit there.” Cheno looked over at her with a broken face, “I use to have the same problem you know. You can stop it and help yourself, but you were way past that.”

“Oh great! You didn’t think I knew what I was doing when I put the barrel in my mouth? I prepared to shoot the hell out of me. I’ve done such despicable things."

"The past is haunting me, and making me want to end it. I knew completely what I was doing! There was never a more right decision in my entire life!! Yet, you stopped me. You stopped me you good little fuck, and now I’m stuck here. Just because it was your good deed for the day.”

Carson spat a wad of mucus in his face. “Fuck you.”

He dripped with the spit, his head turned away. He slowly moved it toward her then exploded with whatever he was containing. “Maybe…just maybe! I was funking saving some one from making the worst funken mistake of their funken life! If I had pulled the trigger, funk, I wouldn’t be here right now, and you’re making a big deal over nothing, funken PMS Queen! Ooh big deal I lost a match at Fight Hell 2. Big deal my boyfriend that never loved me left, so now I’m going to use it as a crutch to hide my pathetic self!!”

“I’ve put my trust into people and they funk me over like I’m funking nothing. I thought they would be loyal, and maybe be a friend. But no, and now you’re bitching over absolutely funken nothing. You don’t have a reason to hate yourself! You’re making excuses because you’re funking afraid to try.”

”So fuck you for not thanking me, wo-mang. You can kill yourself, because frankly I don’t funken care anymore if you don’t!” Then he hocked one himself.

Cheno noticed that it hit pretty hard. Her hands scrunched into fists, her temples pounded through the skin, she bit her lips, drawing blood. It seemed she would be on him with her nightstick in a moment. Yet, her fingers went limp in the fist and her fangs drew back.

“Hah…hah..” Carson laughed, while tears slid down her cheeks.

Her whole body went limp in a second. Then she simply walked back toward her car, while swiping hair away from her sorrow-ridden face.

Cheno watched her all the way as she got back in the car…she looked so helpless like she did last week. Maybe he had been too harsh. She was, after all, a 23-year-old woman fighting week in and week out in a fighting promotion. That had to take some guts, and there was nobody helping her.

Cheno tried to say something but didn’t know what to say. Luckily, he was saved when her engine died, and she rested her head and wept on the steering wheel.
”Hey look, I’m funking sorry for being so mean. You can come to the event with me.”

She looked over at him, sniffling and wiping her eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

She smiled and got in the car.

The 2002 Honda civic was a nice car for him. It met all his needs. It was very quick... didn’t eat that much gas... and it was a hellofva handsome car within all that, too.

But at this moment, it wasn’t about cars.

It was about .desolate.

Blunder shakingly tossed his keys in the air, only to catch them and do the same thing all over again.

For he had no intentions to move yet.

Providence(c) Vs Booty Brown
(Extreme Title)

“Bootylicious” by Destinys Child takes its place. A shopping cart full of “hardcore weapons” emerges from the curtain with Booty Brown close behind it pushing it towards the fighting area. The fans cheer him on, allowing his head to slow enlarge. He starts to imagine himself as the Rock from WWE.

“The people… they want my body,” he whispered under his breath. “The women, they’re practically begging for me to whip it out.”

He shakes his head, gets out of his trance, and continues his trek towards the fighting area. He gets into the fighting area and grabs a few “hardcore weapons”. Dropping them in the middle of the fighting area, he pulls out a microphone.

“You know… Prov, I thought this was going to be some porno flick sign-up when I first saw that poster… hell I even signed it like a foo’… fo’ sho’!” He looked around the arena as it got quite, “You did a good job of luring people in, like you’re some great… fishermen… the master baiter of them all. The secksy silhouette of some fine ass chick and I thought I was going to become the next Ron Jeremy!” The fans cheer loudly.

“Well of course without 500 pounds of fat holding me down… now that I think about it. Would Ron Jeremy even be that … well you know baby, BIG~! If he didn’t have the excess weight hanging onto his skeleton.”

Providence grabs the microphone from Booty Brown, as he is tired of listening to him talk to himself. Booty Brown looks shocked as he grabs back the microphone.
“That was out of disrespect for a legend like myself, a legend in this business. Do you know whom I have wrestled for, do you know who I am?” The fans murmur amongst themselves that they could careless. “Prov… you’re lucky…”

Booty Brown looks around again, hesitating. “I say we call this wrestling match now… after all I’m a lover not a fighter!”

Booty Brown bends over acting like he is going to tie his shoe as Providence gets ready to pounce on him and start the fight even though Booty Brown request for it not to begin. As Providence leaps forward Booty Brown grabs, a hold of a metal trash can lid and smacks Providence in the face.

Providence stumbles backwards then stops, staring at Booty Brown he yanks the trash can lid out of his hands and begins pounding him over the head with the lid. Booty Brown stumbles backwards with each hit to the head. After ten swings with the trash can lid, it looks like a bed pan old people use in the hospital.

Providence grabs a hold of Booty Brown and hits an uranage slam putting Booty Brown into the middle of the fighting area. The fans boo providence as he grabs a hold of Booty Brown on the ground and locks on his finisher the Cleansing.

He holds the full nelson submission hold on until Booty Brown becomes out of it. Providence lets go as soon as the bell sounds and exits the fighting area with his title. He looks back at Booty Brown and his cart of “hardcore weapons” and shrugs it off as "Forty Six and Two" by Tool plays loudly throughout the arena.

Pitiful, she thought. She rolled him over onto his back as she watched the blood stained mat drip with blood. She pressed down on his neck with her foot and pushed.

Booty gagged and coughed as he grabbed the foot trying to push her off.

"I am not myself," she said to herself as she shook her head. She released the grip and laughed at the sight of Booty squirming on the ground. She sighed and picked up Booty.

"Bah-beee…you make me wanna uh-uh….you make me wanna uh-uh," Booty started singing.

"Shut up," Lotus warned as she opened the cage door.

He leaned on her shoulder for support singing, "I am boo-tay-lic-i-ous~!"

CRACK

She slammed the metal door of the arena open so hard that the bottom cracked. She wore black jeans, a black shirt, and a green jacket. Her red hair flowed over the collar of her jacket.

Gwen O’Reilly.

The fans gave off a huge pop upon seeing her.

Her hair was braided in the back to keep it from bothering the stitches on the back of her head.

She had intentions tonight.

They involved Joe.

Then we see ourselves looking at the lower chest of Beef. We don't actually see his upper body, because the focus is actually on the table in front of Beef. We see Beef kneel down so we can see his face, and place two action figures in front of him. One was a Barbie doll wearing probably the skimpiest clothing that a Barbie doll can possibly wear, the other was a Ken doll wearing what appeared to be a homemade superhero suit.

And thus, hilarity ensued.

"Oh, Kate!" Beef said in a badly overdone voice, while shaking his Ken doll like it's talking. "I love you more than life itself! I want to get in your pants and get all happy!"
Beef turned to look at his Barbie, and then shook it like it's talking, while performing what had to have been the absolute worst impersonation of Kate Novak ever heard.

"Oh, Beef! You're so hot and daring and brave and other adjectives! It's very obvious that I want your big, throbbing, weiner, and that I want to have sex with you in various provocative and awkward sexual positions!"

The fans were very confused on what to make of this.

"But Kate, the only condom I have is like six years old! They should, like, put expiration dates on them or something!" Beef had himself say, much to the great laughter of the crowd, most of which knew for a fact that Beef was a virgin and will probably remain that way.

"Oh, don't worry, Beefy-poo!" Beef-Kate said, as this segment was rapidly becoming William Morgan-like on the idiocy scale. "We can still make with the loving!"

Beef bent his figure over, as if he was all sad and stuff.

"But... but, Katey! I've seen all of the commercials! I mean, STDs and stuff! Wouldn't that like adversely affect our whole relationship!" Beef had himself say.

There was a pause, before Beef-Kate responded.

"No, Beef, honey, don't worry! Nothing bad will come of it! Now let's make with the loving!"

And with that, Beef worked to take off the clothes of both dolls. Once he did that, he put them together and made them have hot, steamy, action figure sex, assuming various positions.

The AsylumTron flickered and shut off.

“A few more minutes rest will do me good.” He said as he closed his eyes down, only to ten seconds later blast up from his chair. “Okay... that’s IT!
.desolate has met his last hour.

It’s time to kill... now!”

Shooting the door open for a second time, ‘The Germ Gestapo’ placed his boot on the cement outside. He pushed his hands down, about to explode out from the black leather chair... when suddenly...

he stopped moving.

Go figure.

You need more.

However, the high was far from wearing off. And it didn’t matter what time it was, or even who she was, blood and violence cleaned her soul.

However, Quinn Morgan has watched the stumbling shell of her former training partner. In her hands was a crowbar, her weapon to bludgeon that twit to pieces. She pressed her back against a way, trying to gain a better angle.

That’s when opportunity knocked.

And Quinn Morgan dropped the crowbar. Damn moron had second thoughts. Maybe it was just a ploy. It didn’t matter. Morgan used her left forearm and clubbed the drunkard Novak.

Novak hit the wall with a thud. Morgan grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up.

BAM

Morgan smashed in Kate Novak’s cranium with a well placed roundhouse kick to the temple. Novak tried to react, but an elbow to her throat prevented this. Novak’s head was broken open now, and her breathing came out like forced hisses from a snake. The hisses stopped just as soon as Morgan grabbed her Kate’s face and used her knee to smash it in.

A bloody right eye socket, a split open temple, and an wind pipe altering elbow now were Kate Novak’s prizes for her little outburst.

Morgan was not done. She spotted a pane glass window leading to the parking lot. Man, how about that for placement. Morgan grabbed Novak by the hair and with what seemed a simple thrust, threw her through the pane glass window. Of course, it shattered to shards, and Novak’s side was cut up to something resembling raw hamburger meat.

“FUCK YOU BITCH!” were the only words that pentrated her lips as Quinn mounted Kate Novak, former friend, companion, and big sister figure, and began punching. And punching. And punching.

This lasted five minutes. Then, it abruptly stopped. Kate Novak was passed out, in a pool of her own blood. And the innocent Quinn Morgan had done it.

Realizing what she just did, she just backed off like a scared little child. Her brutality was a work of art.

However, the artist was afraid.

Finally a knock rattled the door, rattling Joe's thoughts from killing 21W, "Come in," he beckoned fixing himself in his seat, he raised his hand up wiping at his chin noticing that he was slobbering. As the door swung open, he quickly swiped his hand against his pant legs, and as he looked up at the men who were entering the room, he couldn't help but smile the worst smile in the Asylum.. this side of the guy with the worst smile in the Asylum, who just happened to be on the other side of his desk..

Carnage stood looking across the desk, and folded his arms, Joe jumped forward with excitement and walked around his desk, he extended his hand, and Carnage did the same shaking with his wounded hand. Joe realized which hand it was, flinched prior to looking into Carnage's face with a nod of approval. "So, I guess you like my work."

"Trust me, I loved every moment of it. That Fucken Baggs.." quickly Carnage rushed to correct him..

"It's Biggs.."

"Whatever the fuckers name is, it doesn't matter. What does matter is that you kicked his fucken ass! And you know what? For what you did for me, I decided to do you a favor, and pay you. Hold it just a second." Joe ran back around his desk pulled open a desk drawer, and fingered his way through until finally he snatched up a oblong envelope. Slamming the drawer shut, he moved back in Carnage's direction holding it out to him, but before Carnage could accept it, Marcus Taylor intercepted it flipping through it.

"You fucking bastard, it's short.." Joe rolled his eyes at Marcus, as he placed his arm around Carnage's shoulder and walked him to a different corner of the room but the volumes of their voices still audible to Marcus who began to storm over to them, "Hey, didn't you hear me? I said this isn't enough money, you owe us more.."

Being ignored was a terrible thing, especially when you needed the money more then anyone else, but Joe went on talking to Carnage. "You may have fucken did the job, I wanted you to do. But I'm not going to deal with any of these fucken no shows you've been having, you hear me?" Cornelius simply nodded his head, as Joe suddenly felt his body turned and he was standing face to face with Marcus Taylor. "What the fuck do you want?!"

"I told you, you didn't give us enough money.. and now you're telling us to come to every show. How about this Joseph. How about we do what the fuck we want, we put that motherfucker out for good. I say it's back to vacation time." Joe not removing his glance from Marcus' eye, violently slapped his hands off of him.

"We? We? What the fuck did you do, but sit there and suck on a fag?" Marcus' face reddened, as he surged forward grabbing the collar of Joe with both hands.

"You calling me a fucking faggot, are you Campbell?! I'll fucking kill you, you son of a bitch!" Saliva spewed from Marcus' mouth onto Joe's face, finally Carnage stepped in throwing his arms around his father's waste yanking him away from Joe.

"You know what? Since someone got such a problem with getting paid. Carnage you're gonna fucken fight TONIGHT. Get your shit ready, now if you don't mind get the fuck out of my office." Joe walked around his desk, and retook his seat and watched as Carnage took his father out of the room. The door slammed shut, and as Joe was left alone with his thoughts, and yet again that smile wouldn't leave his face.

The thing was, he was scared.

Worried.

What if .desolate got the better of him again?

Miles Blunder couldn’t live with that.

Let alone a newcomer.

He just rested his head, taking another break.

“Give me five minutes.” He said to himself. “Give me five more minutes and I’ll be ready to kick his fucking ass."

Karmyn[Angel] Vs Nicole Carson
(Non Title)

And Jobber's a wrestling term.

She made her way into the cage, cracking her knuckles before placing the title belt on the outside, drapped across the steel mesh.

She wouldn't have to wait long, as "The Blood, the Sweat, and the Tears" by Machine Head quickly replaced Karmyn[Angel]'s music. Nicole Carson came racing out from the backstage area, carrying a nightstick in her hand. She quickly climbed the cage way, and dropped down inside, before coming onto the recieving end of an arm drag.

Nicole held her back as she quickly got up from the blow, no longer with the nightstick in her hand. Nicole was quick to charge, hoping to catch Karmyn[Angel] at a disadvantage, but Karmyn[Angel] was able to catch Nicole with a vicious standing side kick. The momentum sent Nicole crashing down to the mat, her neck snapping violently. Karmyn[Angel] quickly tried to capitalize.

Karmyn[Angel] dropped down an elbow onto the exposed neck that she had just hammered won on. Carson, after recieving the blow, leaned forward to gasp for air, and that's when Karmyn[Angel] reached down and hooked Carson in a inverted side headlock sleeper hold. Looking to snap Carson's neck over her elbow for a quick submission, she went for the kill.

Nicole was able to slide her hands underneath Karmyn[Angel]'s forearm, throwing it off as she attempted to lean backwards. Karmyn[Angel] dropped to her side, out of the hold, as Carson regained her footing. With Karmyn[Angel] down, Carson lets go with a flurry of kicks to the crotch area, wearing down the tailbone for the most part with each successive impact. After about five kicks, she stopped, climbing on top and throws a few wild right hands to the face of Karmyn[Angel]. With each blow, another small cut is opened along Karmyn[Angel]'s lip, until Carson lets go with wild punch number four. At that point, Karmyn[Angel] grabs the hand being thrusted forward, pulls her legs up, and takes Carson down into a cross arm breaker.

Carson cried out, as she lay face up on the canvas, her hand between Karmyn[Angel]'s legs and outstretched into a position it shouldn't be. She tried to roll over to the side with the arm being used, but Karmyn[Angel] was able to use her leg strength, pushing Carson back to her face up position. Carson tried to reverse the hold three times this way, each time ending in the same result, before she realized things weren't going to work that way.

Carson took her legs and slowly spun them around, placing them under her body for leverage, before leaning forward to her side once again. This time, Karmyn[Angel]'s leg strength wouldn't matter due to the positioning of Carson. However, Karmyn[Angel] kept the arm bar hooked, until Carson let out with an eye poke. Karmyn[Angel], now blind, tried to keep the hold in check, but Carson was able to wriggle free from Karmyn[Angel]'s clutches. Karmyn[Angel] got to her feet, still trying to desperately see, only to recieve a few harsh knee strikes to the face. Carson lets go a fury, six strikes before a dazed Karmyn[Angel] bounced off. As she turned around, Carson came running at her, looking for the finishing blow.

But Karmyn[Angel] had other plans, dropping Carson into a drop toe hold, and right into the Switchblade Symphony. Carson desperatly tried to find some sort of aide for the situation...

And found one in her nightstick.

Taking the billy club in her hands and swinging it over her shoulder, she cracked Karmyn[Angel] square in the temple, and sent her limp down to the canvas. After ten simple counts, the match was over, and Carson had won this non-title bout.

Carson got to her feet, and stood, hobbling a small bit. She looked over to the cage wall, and saw the Asylum's UK championship hanging there. She could also see Eddie Cheno on the outside of the cage, just staring inward. Who knows how long he had been standing out there. Nicole raised her eyebrows in confusion, as Eddie slowly walked away from ringside, not interacting with anything.

Carson grabbed the title off of the cage wall, and drapped it over the fallen body of Karmyn[Angel]. She then made her way out of the cage, and to the backstage area.

She'd fucking lost.

She got to her feet and saw a smirking Nicole Carson. Karmyn now regretted what she had said last week, and Nicole now deserved a chance at the UK Championship.
But Karmyn wasn't about to let any whore take this belt from her. If it was anyone, it would be Cheno.

"Nicole," Karmyn started. "You have earned your chance to fight me for the UK Championship at Everything or Nothing."

A wicked grin came over Nicole's face.

"It would seem, however, that we have a guest," Karmyn spoke up. Nicole acknowledged Cheno's presence with a nod. "It wouldn't seem fair for him to not be involved in the match, he did, after all, beat you, Nicole Carson..."

"But he didn't beat you, Karmyn," Nicole shot back.

"That matters not. He beat you, and he deserves a shot. Saturday, at Everything or Nothing, a three-way-dance for the UK Title.

"Eddie Cheno vs. Nicole Carson vs. Karmyn[Angel]."

Nicole looked shocked. Cheno looked content. And the fans just loved it.

Hypnosis Vs LLB

“Objection!” He screamed, in a very pissed off manner. “Ty Hughes... and LLB... booked again!? Joe, sooner or later, you’ve got some explaining to do with regards to this shit... but the law will fight.”

“Brutality” by Urban Voodoo cued up next as Hypnosis came down the ramp to a pretty loud pop from the people at hand. He strolled into the Asylum cage as LLB quickly brought the mic back to his face, cutting him off.

“OBJECTION!” He screamed, even louder than before, looking dead into the eyes of Hypnosis. “What the hell were you doing last week!? I beat you... clean in the middle of this Asylum cage...

Yet you had to come down and interrupt my train of thought?”

‘The Law’ shook his head while Ty Hughes just grabbed another microphone. “fuUK?”

“Oh shut up. I thought our little ‘series’ of battles were just friendly ribbings for a shot at the Asylum Championship. But I can see that *someone* became a poor sport.

*Someone* didn’t understand how to receive the verdict.

*Someone* didn’t-”

“fuUK!?” Hypnosis said again, getting a big reaction from the Fans. “Law boy, I was just watching. If you’ve got a problem with that... that’s your own fault.”

“Objectio-!”

“fuUK?”

Turning around to calm himself down, the lawyer reappeared with a smirk across his face. “Okay... I’ll tell you what. Since Joe’s just booking the mere shit out of us...
Why not agree to the winner of this Match becoming the Number One Contender again.

Game?”

Hughes nodded, but even before he was able to say a follow up line, the lawyer dropped his microphone and sped towards the 21w Star.

LLB collided with Hypnosis in the middle of the square-circle as he began to pummel him with left hands to the side of the jaw. Hypnosis only reversed it, then jamming LLB into the mesh as he slapped him across the chest with a hard chop.

The bell sounded.

Ty hurled LLB across the way as the lawyer nailed into the other side of the Asylum while Hughes rushed in, finding a dropkick that almost sent ‘The Law’ right out of the structure. LLB flung forward, ducking a clothesline that would’ve sent him over the top if he had stayed there.

Ty turned around, right into a kick to the gut and a DDT.

The lawyer brought himself to his feet and slammed his right hand down like a Judge would to a mallet, signaling the end already.

He charged at the getting up Hypnosis... but Hughes moved.

LLB ran right into the Referee, knocking him down with the deadly spear.

The Crowd booed, not directing themselves towards any of the two fighters in the ring, but to the Ref, who was stupid enough not to move out of the way.

Hypnosis fully rose, finding the skull of LLB which sent him over the top of the Asylum. Ty raised his hands... only to realize that the Referee was down.

The lawyer shrugged, taking a nearby chair and entering back in. Ty turned around, seeing him swing, as he ducked it and smacked the former PIW Star with a hard fist. LLB doubled over, as Hypnosis just exited the cage and took one himself. He reentered.

LLB danced around on one foot, trying to get his balance back together. He saw Hypnosis coming... as he powered his muscles into bringing the chair up and meeting Ty Hughes with a shot... or at least to be able to block it.

LLB pushed with all his might...

For Hypnosis was coming closer.

He swung.

LLB pulled the chair up.

Smack.

A metal with metal connection did nothing but backtrack both fighters a step, as the lawyer regained his composure and rushed to his opponent again.

Whack.

Hughes fell.

And LLB...

Fell.

The Crowd was in shock as both men were able to get a direct shot to the head, almost simultaneously. The chairs fell out of their hands... as neither one moved on the mat.

Only the Referee did.

And as he got up... he started to count.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

The bell sounded as a double knock out was announced to most of the Fans dislike. The Referee continued to shake off the hurt as he exited the cage and headed up the ramp.

But?

“Objection!” LLB cried, crawling over to the side of the cage as he was handed another microphone. “Objection... Objection... OBJECTION!

This isn’t good enough. I had that Match won, dammit... until the Ref got in my way and was nailed with the spear.

This isn’t right. The book of law says it not!

OBJECTION!”

The lawyer began to sit up. He was pissed off... the entire week was hard on him. His other Federation had nearly gotten him killed in the Main Event last show... and now Hypnosis with his sinful ways was basically doing the same.

They just kept on tying.

Yet LLB had already won one over Ty Hughes. That was enough. The other party had to understand that and take their leave from the Courtroom.

But no.

Not Hypnosis.

Therefore LLB wasn’t ready to close this case yet.

He rose to his feet, calling the white stripe back in the ring...

“Objection! Come back here! Object-”

“fuUK!?”

The Crowd went crazy as LLB turned around, only to realize Ty standing there, a microphone in his hand as well.

“Shut up Ty.” LLB addressed.

“fuUK!?”

“Objection! Shut up Ty.”

“fuUK!?”

“Objection!”

“fuUK!?”

“Objection!”

“fuUK!?”

“Objection!”

Beginning to become frustrated, ‘The Law’ rushed at Hypnosis and smacked him across the face with a clothesline. Then, starting to hammer the boots down into his gut, the Fans cheered him on.

Ty Hughes objected once more. By taking LLB’s right boot and twisting it back, the lawyer fell as Hypnosis began to drop the elbows into his gut. The Ref just sighed and walked the rest of the way up the ramp as he disappeared behind the curtain.

Hughes Irish whipped the lawyer into the side of the Asylum cage as he bounced off, picking up the chair and driving it at his opponent’s head.

Ty ducked.

LLB fell to the mat, only to scream out. “OBJECTION!”

“fuUK!?”

‘The Law’ rifled a cold stare at Hypnosis and he charged again... but this time he had to duck, as Hypnosis had missed his dropkick.

“fuUK!?”
For now, Ty Hughes was beginning to become pissed off with himself, and LLB.

He picked up the chair.

“Objection!” LLB mocked to the 21w Star, knowing he was now enraged as well. And calling him on with one hand while the other stayed glued to the chair... Hypnosis ran in.

Whack.

Both of them, again, had taken one another out with a chair shot.

The two laid motionless... while the Fans booed. Some Ref’s rushed down to check upon each of them... as the Show took to a commercial break...

And neither man left standing.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY OFFICE YOU FUCKING YANK BITCH~!” Joe roared.

After rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he gave Morgan another glance. He seemed shock, to sat the least.

“Oh, um, Morgan is it? I know you had a hard time out there with Carson, but what you did to that other girl was just art. We need more of the women around here to be savage animals, ripping their inferiors limb from limb then beating them with the said limbs.” Joe said, a timid smile coming across his face.

Was he impressed with the aggression showed by the woman? Or was he just waiting to cut her down? She wasn’t about to find out.

“Joe, that girl I just fought.” Morgan inquired.

“What about her?” Joe asked.

“I want to kick her ass at Everything Or Nothing. She is nothing but a cancer in this organization. Remember what you said before, Joe? You like to trim the fat off your roster. Well, I would be doing you a favor in cutting her away.” Morgan said, getting more confident as she went along.

“You showed me something there, um, whatever your name is. However, you’re still cheap lower card entertainment. Get that girl out of the way, and we might talk about where you go from here.” Joe said, leaning back in his chair. This was very uncharacteristic of the man. Joe hated most women after all.

“So, I got the fight?”

“Yeah, but I want to make things more interesting. How about you both wear blindfolds? Yeah, it’s original, and stuff.”

“Whatever fight stipulations you give me, it makes no difference. I just want her in the Asylum. Thanks Joe.” She said, giving him a peak on the cheek as she left.

And Joe just shook his head. He had lost some people in the past, but for some reason, he had a gut feeling that this woman would pay dividends.

LLB pushed the doors back and exited, still dragging his bags behind, as they caught on the edge of the door, stopping him and forcing him to turn back.

He unhooked the luggage while he slowly but surely began to turn around.

“fuUK?”

LLB snapped back, seeing Hypnosis limping rather quickly towards him from the other side of the hall.

“Come on law boy.” He said. “I’m not done with you yet.”

LLB sighed, and met Hypnosis at the door, pushing him out and beginning to pummel him with some left hands. “Objection.” He said, rather calmly. “Don’t ever say that stupid phrase to me again.”

LLB slammed the back of Ty Hughes’ head, as Hypnosis just replied by kicking LLB in the gut. The two exchanged lefts and rights, before security rushed down to try and break them up.

‘The Law’ nailed Hypnosis across the face with a right hand again as Ty replied with one of his own. Then, breaking free from the guards, the two started to fight it out once more, only to trip and continue their battle on the cement.

LLB was dragged off first, by five guards, while a lone Referee and two more guards took Hypnosis and directed him back to the Arena.

“I said I’m not done with you yet law boy... and I’m not.”

The lawyer just rottened his eyes in Hypnosis’ direction. “fuUK?” He said, mocking Ty Hughes. “fu- OBJECTION to fuUK!”

And as the Ref’s began to calm the lawyer down by pushing him even further away from the door outside, Hughes was dragged back into the next hallway.

Lotus looks at him then the television set again slowly turns around to face him. "What the hell is so funny?" she asks. Booty Brown stops laughing. “It's him... he's SO funny... he's such a nice guy!"

Lotus looks at the television set again, "There's nothing on there except fuzz you moron!"

Booty Brown sits up, "Baby, come sit next to poppa and I'll let you in on what Cusi the rambling Mario is talking about!" Lotus hesitates as Booty grabs her arm and tugs at her, "I can sit down on my own." Booty Brown begins to rub up next to her, he points to the television set.

"Right now he's talking about the different versions of slumps. Slumps in your head, slumps on various parts of your body, slumps that occur in they economy, even slumps that occur in the wrestling business..." Lotus interrupts, "This isn't wrestling, this is fighting!" However Booty looks at the screen, dazed.

“Shez os tupsid~!,” rambles Cusi the Rambling Mario in Booty’s delusional eyes. “Y SI SHE So DMB!!!!11??”

“You don’t say that you son of a bitch!” screams Booty. He jumps at the T.V. and pulls out Cusi the Rambling Moro- er…Mario from the T.V. “U IN SULMP BOTY~! PEE EYE DUBU HVING FUN! I HAPY U NOT~!!!!!!!111 SULMP!” It screams with its annoying voice.

“Snap out of it you fucked up freak,” Lotus says as she nudges him with her foot.

Booty Brown shakes his head. He was laying on the ground, having some type of convulsion in Lotus’ eyes. "Whatever babe…technically I'm in a slump occurring to Cusi the rambling Mario." Booty Brown frowns, "Technically I haven't won a wrestling matching in years... I'm all like slumpy according to Cusi the rambling Mario!" Booty Brown begins to laugh hysterically, "He's losing his smiles..."

Lotus looks at the television set, for a minute thinking maybe she was going crazy, "I DON'T SEE ANYTHING!"

Booty Brown starts rubbing her shoulders, "According to him, you've lost your smiles Lotus... where are the smiles?" he asks Lotus patiently.

“NO SMLEZ NO MORE~! I SMILING RELM SI CLSED~! PEE EYE DUBU 4 EVA~!111” Cusi the rambling Mario screams.

“Cusi…” says a guy. He walks over to Cusi the Rambling Mario with a shirt that says “Keaton” across his chest and pecks Cusi the Rambling Mario on the ass cheek. “Come on Cusi, I’m tired of this. Let’s go have some good ol’ uW secks~!”

“YSE~!” Cusi screams. He looks over at Lotus who was looking at Booty. “Tlel her she..

lots..

her..

smilez..

dun be uptyte~! SMEILZ~!”

“I’ll show you smiles!” Booty screams as he dashes at the T.V. again. Lotus takes the bag of rock solid ice and launches it at the television set. The glass on the monitor shatters as the ice barrels through it.

"I don't need smiles nor do I want smiles! You're driving me fucking insane... I can't change!" Lotus shouts at him, she stands up and begins to exit the room. Booty Brown looks directly into the camera and winks. As Lotus opens the door Booty Brown faints grasping her attention.

Lotus stops cold in her tracks and watches Booty Brown fall of the couch and hit his head on the floor. She rushes over to him after closing the door and gets him back up onto the couch.

Maybe.... just maybe Lotus can change. She may not be the bitch dyke we all thought she was!

*WHAM!*

Lotus punches Booty with a backhand knocking him out. He starts to fall to the ground but she grabs him, pulling him up to his feet. "Bootylicious" by Destiny’s Child begins to play loudly as Lotus helps Booty Brown to the back.

But you already knew that.

It was way past five minutes... way, way, way past.

The reasoning: ‘The Germ Gestapo’ had convinced himself to a half an hour.

Then... then he’d be ready to kick some .desolate ass.

Suddenly, sounds from outside were heard, as Miles Blunder frantically jammed the keys in his engine and put it from neutral to drive.

He was ready to get the hell out of there.

He looked over his shoulder. There seemed to be a small fight around the Arena exits.

Referees were pulling the two apart as they fought... while Blunder could barely make one of them out.

Hypnosis.

The Ref’s began to drag Ty Hughes back through the doors... as the other one...

started to head to the parking lot.

He stood about five foot ten... tanned skin... short hair... widely molded cheek bones...

“LLB.” Miles said in a state of surreal, as he watched the lawyer walk closer to Miles’ own car.

“He could be my friend!” Blunder said as he raced to unlock the door (which took a lot longer than it normally would, considering the speed at which Miles’ hands shook).

“He was the only one at Fight Hell that wasn’t rude to me!”

‘The Germ Gestapo’ flung the door back, as he was just about to step out.

He stopped.

What if LLB was in a bad mood?

He was in a brawl after all.

What if LLB didn’t like Miles?

What if the Miles wasn’t cool enough?

What if Miles stuttered again?

Could LLB live with that?

Could *Miles* live with that?

Beginning to slowly close the door and pull his foot back, without having LLB realize Miles was right there, ‘The Law’ still couldn’t help but cock his head around very slowly, wondering where that noise had come from.

It was Miles, hyperventilating.

LLB thought he saw someone in a black Honda civic just a few feet away... but as Blunder slowly dropped down and sunk in his seat. LLB shrugged and flew to his Chevy Blazer.

He drove off.

“FFFUUUCCCKKK!” Was the only reply ‘The Germ Gestapo’ could say.

Beef Vs Bella Donna

Beef.

Again.

For the second time tonight, Beef the Slightly Annoyed made his presence known in the Asylum, walking down to the ring for his match against Bella Donna.

Bella, herself, came out to her own music, "Ladybird" by Ladytron, and entered the cage. As the bell rang, Beef fell over suddenly, clutching at the area where his spleen would be.

"AH! DAMN... WIZARDS!"

He flopped around like a fish trying to shake off the pain, while Bella Donna just stood there and wore the usual expression on her face that one would wear when they're in an Asylum ring with Beef or El Janito or any member of the Mega Job crew.

WTFMF?!

Bella, however, had a strong urge to punch Beef in the face, so she dove on top of Beef and punched him in the face. Incessantly. Eventually, she got up off of him and propped him up against the cage, while Beef was whining about his spleen, despite being punched in the face repeatedly.

She kicked him in the nuts.

"OH, MY NUTS! MY POOR POOR SEMEN MAKING DEVICE OF MAGICAL SPLENDOR! IT IS SUITABLY CRUSHED BETWEEN MY CROTCH AND YOUR RIGHT FOOT, OH MY GOD, THE PAIN PAIN PAIN, I AM HURTIFIED BEYOND ALL COMPREHEN-"

Bella, wanting Beef to shut up, kicked him in the nuts again.

"OH, MY NUTS, AGAIN! YOU KICKED ME RIGHT IN THE NUTS, AND IT *REALLY* HURTS! WHY WOULD YOU KICK ME RIGHT IN THE BABY MAKER, I NEED IT TO POSSIBLY MAKE MORE SWEET LOVE TO KATE NOVAK THAN I COULD POSSIBLY KNOW WHAT TO DO WI-"

Bella, STILL wishing for Beef to shut the fuck up, kicked him in the nuts for a third time.

"JESUS CHRIST, WOMAN, WOULD YOU STOP KICKING ME RIGHT IN THE MEAT AND TWO VEG FOR MY SAKE?! MY GOD, IF YOU WEREN'T KICKING ME DIRECTLY IN MY NUTS REPEATEDLY, YOU COULD KNOW THE SPLENDOR THAT IS THE MEAN BEEF MACH-"

Having enough, Bella kicked Beef right in the face, crushing it between the cage wall and her foot. Beef collapsed instantly, and a ten count was made.

Bella, satisfied at the beating she had given Beef, and hoping that she could leave before he woke up and start ranting again, left the cage.

Beef woke up just as she left.

"Huh-hey! We were supposed to make sweet love~! Cooommmmeeee baaaaccckkk!!! :-("

Beef shook his head sadly.

"Oh well, there's always Katey-poo."

The two women looked at each other for a few moments. Both of them allowed no emotion to surface on their faces. Then, almost simultaneously, the both smiled and hugged each other.

“Helluva job last week lass, helluva job.” Said Gwen.

“You too Gwen”

Gwen looked at the door and nodded towards it.

He smiled weakly.

“Ladies, how are yo—“

But Gwen cut him off.

“Feck y’Joe. Shut that shit-spewing mouth o’ yours’. We’ll be doing the wee bit of talking that be necessary.”

Joe gulped.

Dawn took up the conversation.

“Joe, last week, we put on a match that was thought of quite highly among the fans. I know, I’ve heard them talking. What reward do we get? You walking out and pissing all over it by giving us a little lecture and throwing in the word ‘bloke’ here and there.”

Gwen began again.

“Aye, the only true bloke that has ever set foot in asylum would be y’Joe.”

Joe looked at both of them, not knowing what to say.

“Well…what do you blo…er….bitc…um…what would you have me do for two women who beat each other up just to end in a no contest?”

Gwen slammed her fist down on the desk.

“Joe, ye fuckin’ think hard about what to do…I’m sure ye’ll with something lad. Otherwise, ye be more ignorant than I’ve ever given ye credit for.”

Joe cracked his neck. Suddenly his eyes gleamed, and he smiled.

“A best of 7 series.”

Gwen and Dawn both glanced at each other.

“Oh Em Gee! The ratings! Starting next week…you two will begin a best of 7 series. For the next 7 weeks, you will have matches. Whoever comes out with the most wins at the end of the series will face the women’s champion.”

Dawn spoke.

“Joe, I actually like that idea.”

Gwen nodded with a grin as well.

Joe grinned.

“I’ll setup a contract right away…and I’ll begin hyping it…if you girls screw me though and fuck around in the series…half-assing it. You will pay.”

Dawn got inches from Joe’s face.

“Joe, if you fuck with the results of any of our matches…if you fuck with the contract…if you fuck with the final outcome of the series. You won’t live to pay.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Gwen chimed in.

An agreement between all parties had been reached.

An agreement that would have brutal effects on both women, and would gain Joe a good bit of money.

It all begins next week.

The shot of the burning cross pulled back. Men, with white hoods and white gowns, looking all the same as the ghosts of Confederate soldiers that they make themselves out to be, walked around this cross. Crosses, not burning themselves, were strung around their necks. Some held their hands in the air. One, standing atop a platform of sorts, leafed through a Bible.

Needless to say, the African-American Asylum fans in the arena this night were nowhere near enjoying this. Many had turned their heads away from the shot of this Ku Klux Klan rally in motion.

And the sound of a decade-old movie theme, based around a movie where there was no difference between race or gender or any of that simple division of humankind, was bastardized within the first few seconds it was played. It was Thomas Newman's composition, the theme from "The Shawshank Redemption". The low sound of the opening notes rumbled parts of the building where structure and sound design were not properly mixed.

And, with the KKK rally still being broadcast throughout the arena, out came Richard Williams, the 2nd.

Who? All the crowd saw was some silly man in a white suitcoat and white pants step out from behind the locker room curtain. His age was obvious -- he was way too old to be a fighter. Some snickered at this.

But the man, he wasn't here to fight. He was here to talk.

"Ladies... never mind... you're not worth it."

The sharp high notes of women booing and screeching out catcalls towards Williams filled the air.

"Gentlemen!... White gentlemen..." Williams began again. Now the blacks were booing him. He had to stop, one more time, until it subsided.

"... This is an era of many different ways of thinking. An era where you're expected to be politically correct, follow the set rules. Where, well, people like me, like my father... like my son, where we're not really looked up to as the honest, uninhibited people that we are. We're not the monsters -- the monsters are these black men who have to ROB FROM YOU! The monsters are these women who stab, who shoot their husbands, for the reason that HE JUST WANTED TO SET HER STRAIGHT! The Mexicans! Monsters that steal our jobs right out from underneath us! Was this what America was first founded on?!"

His face was a red normally reserved for inside the Asylum's "ring", after a good, long fight. His breathing was haphazard. A preacher, he seemed to be, standing in front of these people, spilling forth his version of the gospel.

Someone tossed a vegetable, a ripe tomato, at him. He sidestepped it.

"Who brings vegetables to a fighting event?" he asked aloud. "Monsters. Like the blacks! Mexicans! The Arabs! THEY WANT TO DESTROY US. And yet we tolerate these people. We let them live beside us, babysit our kids? We let our children look up to some tall nigger in a blue jersey?"

The vegetables are beginning to be thrown. One has to wonder if this is a new part of concession.

"Well... I have come here to show you what being pure, being righteous, and being a rightful, fit father... what being a white Protestant is! Why the Confederacy should have won the war! Because there would be more of these boys in the world. I introduce to you, gentlemen and the rest of this scum that have filed into the building... I introduce to you... the one man who will prove that white males SHOULD BE DOMINANT... here is my son. He goes by the name Ricky. Ricky Wasp."

That low, deep booming sound echoed through the arena again. Boos rained down on Williams, as well as carrots and grapefruits.

And then out came his son. People stopped throwing things. All they could do is look, in some cases, stare. Here was someone you didn't see everyday. Here was something you didn't see everyday. This beast had stepped out, standing beside the man in the white suitcoat. Richard Williams the 2nd stood next to his son, his face a spotlight beam of pride, lit by a smile as large as the Appalachians.

"Yes... a pure production of a family that doesn't try to be politically correct. The next in my family line... the one who will make our plight, how the rest of the world discriminates against us, and why, in the end... we'll prove we're right. We'll prove, that the purity of the KKK is truly the way things should be. We'll prove it. Me... and my son."

People booed them. The trash and the veggies, they were thrown again. But Williams held up his hand. "Before we go, may I show you the strength of my boy?"
He pulled a book out of the back pocket of his pants. He waved it in the air. "This right here, is a nigger bible, with your black Jesus and your contortion of the belief that Jesus was WHITE!"

He handed it to Ricky. "This is what we think of your black Jesus. Of your Bible. What we think of your entire race, you inferior little shits."

Ricky Wasp smiled as his father handed him the Bible. With a look on his face that reminds you of a seven year old boy getting his first king-sized candy bar, Ricky took the Bible. He turned it to the side, pages up, spine down, closed his eyes.

And without much effort, tore the book completely in half.

"To all the niggers, bitches, dirty mexicans, towelheads, to those half-breeds, those 'mixed origin' people with no respect for themself... to those out in the audience, to those behind the curtain, watch your back. Ricky Wasp is looking for purity to hit the Asylum."

Up came that orchestral theme again. The two southern men disappeared behind the curtain, leaving the Bible of the African Americans lying in two large pieces and several smaller pieces, on the floor of the building.

Finally, the KKK rally that had pirated any and every monitor in the building flickered away.

Nicole Carson Vs Bella Donna

"Ladybird" by Ladytron...

Bella Donna...

...Contessa's beloved sister.

Bella enters the ring to a bit of a mixed reaction as she storms down the ramp wasting no time in taking the fight to Nicole. Nicole awaits the charge and rams her nightstick into Bella's face, following up with some stomps to the chest. Discarding the nightstick Nicole pulls Bella to her feet by the hair. Bella Donna fires some elbows into Nicole's gut and the two begin exchanging punches. Nicole fires a roundhouse at Bella connecting with the side of the face and following up with couple of sidekicks...two consecutive right hooks later and Bella was sent tumbling to the mat...

Nicole, her rage in full bloom grabs Bella Donna by the head and drags her over to the rim of the Asylum, ramming her face in the rim repeatedly and rubbing the resulting wound all over the wire mesh. Nicole lifts Bella up over head and drops her neck first onto unforgiving metal rim. Nicole then makes the biggest mistake of the match...
She shows boats.

Turning her back to Bella she raises her arms to the sky in triumph. The crowd boos her but she just gives them all the finger enraging them further. Looking over her shoulder at a nearly unconscious Bella draped across the Asylum's rim...Nicole gets a running head start, leaps into the air looking to drive herself...knee first into Bella Donna's upper back.

Bella is crushed.

Nicole laughs and walk over to her nightstick looking to wrap the match up.....she picks up the nightstick gesturing for Bella Donna to get to her feet.

WHAM!

From behind.

Contessa.

Lead Pipe.

Contessa hops out of the ring...

Bella Donna gets to her feet.

Nicole gets to hers...

Bella turns to Nicole a split second faster quickly nailing the a side kick to the neck.

Yeah, Bitch..

A 10-count later, Bella picks up the win and moves onto the next round in the Queen of the Asylum tournament.

"See, I fucking told you. Pregnant or NOT you will be the Woman's Champion! You've just gotta have faith in your sister. You haven't had to really fight ONE match the entire time. Nifty as hell, isn't it?" Bella jumped up and down ecstatically to the beat of Contessa's footsteps.

"I guess." Is all Contessa could manage to reply. Bella stopped hopping...

"What's wrong, Tessa?"

"This is all wrong. What about when I have to fight Lotus? What if she punches me in the stomach? What if I miss a kick to the ribs? Have you seen Lotus kick? Fuck, man. If she gets me...anytime in stomach...my baby dies....I don't know if I should take this risk."

Bella put a reassuring hand on Contessa's shoulder. "Listen, I know how you feel. And you said that when you're pregnant enough you're going to leave the Asylum and live a normal life with your baby and maybe Villam. But, you also said that you didn't want to leave here without feeling like you accomplished something. Sometimes you gotta risk it. It's been my motto that with a little bit of effort and a 'never say die attitude'...you can have your cake and eat it too. And besides...Lotus doesn't KNOW you're pregnant...NO ONE DOES...and if the going gets tough...you can just forfeit the match...."

Contessa looked happy for once..."You know what? You're right! Lotus is getting here ass kicked....This weekend....I guess it really is 'Everything or Nothing'."

"Um...did you just quote the name of the PPV?"

"Uh...yeah?"

"That was fucking ghey."

"Sorry"

The sister walked off in the distance towards the parking lot laughing and joking...

While Lotus...was just around the corner...listening to every word.

And now Miles Blunder was mad.

He was pissed.

He was ready to kill.

Very oddly, he burst the door to his car open...

And exited.

Windex Bottle in hand, Miles marched the streets of the parking lot. His eyes sqinched together... his fists tightened.

It may have taken him all fucking night...

But now he was ready to kill .desolate for making a fool of him.

He reached the Arena in full sride, looking up at the massive object; another surreal fashion to him.

He power walked forward again...

The Arena doors.

He pulled them back... only as a Referee bumped into him, just before Miles had put his foot through.

“Move!” He said, actually not stuttering. “What are you doing leaving the Arena!? Don’t make me report you to Joe Campbell!”

The Ref looked dumbfounded. “Um... Miles, the night’s over. The Main Event is about to take place.”

Blunder almost fell back. He couldn’t believe. Even IF he attacked .desolate now... no one would see it on television.

“Y- y- yo- you s- su- sur- sure?” He said.

The Ref nodded, walking out of the Arena... leaving Miles there... standing.

He looked at his Windex Bottle.

He looked at the Referee.

Miles ran a clothesline at him, knocking the white stripe flat on his face.

He began to kick him like crazy.

“FFFUUUCCCKKK!! I WANTED TO RAPE .DESOLATE!! I WANTED TO MAKE HIM MY FUCKING BITCH! I WANTED TO MAKE HIM A FFFOOOOOOLLL!!”

Miles pulled the bloody Referee up.

He sprayed him with the Windex Bottle, temporarily blinding him.

Then chucking him into the side of the Arena, Blunder ripped his “N/S” t-shirt in half before he walked down the parking lot again... in search of his car.

“SHUT UP! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!” he screamed into the microphone. The fans were shocked at the outburst from Providence and began murmuring to one another about what was going on. Providence stood there for a few moments looking at the crowd then dropped the Extreme Title to the floor in front him and looked towards the entranceway.

“I came out here last week and said that I would be defending this title week after week, show after show, to prove just how good I am. I wanted to take on the best of the Asylum and show everyone that I am the present and the future of this company,” he said with a deep sigh. After a short pause, he lifted the mic once more. “Instead…I’m left fighting some bitch last week and some embarrassing joke of a fighter earlier tonight. In fact, next week is the Asylum’s next pay-per-view and no one has come forward to face me in a match for the Extreme Title…”

“That…is not…acceptable.”

“Unless someone steps forward to accept my challenge for the pay-per-view, I’m going to go locker room by locker room. If no one wants to come to the fight, I’ll bring the fight to them. I don’t care who you are. Inmate…those fools Mega Job…Token Wood…LLB…I don’t ca-…”

Providence’s statement was suddenly interrupted by a loud buzzing noise coming from the entranceway. At first, he thought it was something only he was hearing, but then he looked out at the crowd and saw them whispering in confusion as well. The buzzing noise continued building louder and louder, as the members of the audience began to cover their ears in pain. Providence, on the other hand, stood motionless in the ring, almost as if he knew what was happening. Then he heard it.

”comewonderfightcagehappendeathdestructionhurtpainsaturdayyoutitle.”

The words flowed freely one after another, blurring in the ears of Providence. The voice was like a faint whisper, but it was one that Providence heard clearly…and seemed to recognize. His eyes narrowed as the words rattled off, and he bent over to grab his title and started to exit the cage.

”defeatmeextremehistoryrelivefuturethepastdestinyfriendsfoesenemiespartners.”

The words continued unendingly, mixing in with the loud buzzing sound in a fashion that would cause anyone to shudder. Still staring at the entranceway, Providence walked briskly back up the aisle and exited the arena with his Extreme Title, as the crowd looked on in confusion.

Carnage Vs Eddie Cheno

"Smoke Two Joints" by Sublime. Eddie Cheno. Bong in hand. And as he lifted it to his mouth, and took a hit, the crowd went crazy. After all that's gone on with Cheno, the fans found someone they could relate to, and Eddie Cheno was as focused as he could be to win his first match since losing to Karmyn[Angel] in the UK Title match last week on the Show. Cheno got to the ringed cage, and set the bong down, climbing up the steps and entering the ring. He looked across the ring at his opponent for the night, not recognizing him due to his change in appearance, Cheno cocked his eye as he spoke, "Who da funk you be, mang?"

And quickly Cheno's question was answered by a spear to the ground by Carnage. Cornelius Corteia jumped ontop of Cheno, and began raining fist, halleujah, raining fist.. yeah yeah.. Finally the onslaught was stopped as Cheno, got his hands up and grabbed onto Carnage's head, and headbutting him. Carnage reeled back slightly, but was pushed completely off as Cheno followed with a hard knee to the midsection, then with a shove Corteia was laying on his back. Cheno was up, but so was Carnage already swinging wildly, Cheno continued to dodge moving further and further back until his back hit the cage wall, he saw Carnage leaping in his direction, moving swiftly Cheno left Carnage to be hung out to dry on the Asylum rim. Cheno backed away wiping his brow of the sweat that formed in this young match, then taking a step forward he grabbed onto Carnage's pants and went to hike him up over the Asylum, Cheno threw his hands in the air as the fans cheered but what they didn't notice was that Carnage landed hard on the ring steps.

As Carnage grimaced heavily on the outside holding his back, listening to his father's rants, the official was inside the ring trying to explain to Cheno that the match wasn't over. Slowly Cornelius was back to his feet, and something caught his eye, and he reached grabbing the item by it's neck. Carnage was up and re-entered the Asylum, just as he got in Cheno was turning around and CRASH! Cheno's bong shattering on Cheno's head sending the blue haired fighter stumbling backwards, Carnage finished his standing off with a vicious clothesline. Eddie Cheno was out on his back and the official began the Knock Out count, slowly it was reaching around six and slowly on all fours Cheno began to push off getting back to his feet. Carnage backing up charged forward nailing a baseball slide to Cheno's face..sending Cheno back to the ground.

The official began the knockout count again, but Carnage grabbed him by the collar and pushed him to the cage wall getting in his face, "Start at seven, he didn't get up yet. So you start at fucking seven." But by the time Carnage finished saying it, the count would've reached 11, meaning he would've won. Carnage feeling satisfied with what he accomplished turning around.. and SHOT TO THE KIDS! SHOT TO THE KIDS! Carnage doubled over, as Cheno yanked his arm from the lowblow fighting his way to his feet. A violent uppercut sent Carnage's body back into the wall, a right cross sending him flailing, and then a missed placed left was grabbed and Carnage cinched in on Cheno's left arm, pulling him close to his body, gripping him up and nailing a Uranage slam. Dipping into his wrestling past, Carnage decided to yank Cheno back to his feet, and he sent him across the ring with an Irish whip, and as Cheno began he utterly tried to stop his progress before he ran into the wall but he couldn't, and the force almost sent him flying to the outside. Going forward Carnage locks into a front waistlock, he attempted to lift Cheno towards his feet, but was stopped with a vicious eye gouge, he tried again, and Cheno headbutted him.. he tried a third time and got a knee to the gut doubling him over and causing him to release. And out of nowhere Cheno lands a DDT!

The count began, but both men were on their feet prior to seven. Both lunging forward and their hands clasped together locking up, the battle was at a standstill, both men evenly matched in strength then finally, Carnage goes for a low kick, that Cheno jumps back avoiding. Carnage reaches forward and locks on for a DDT, but Cheno woke up and began nailing Carnage to the side with elbows. Each shot causing Carnage's resistance to wear then, finally with one last one, Carnage shoved Cheno off as he stumbled holding his side. Cheno charged forward for a tackle, seeing it coming Carnage lept in the air but not getting anywhere near enough lift, grabbing ahold of his right leg, Cheno used it to drive Carnage down to the mat hitting with his head connecting with the cage wall.

Count was at five.. six.. seven.. and finally Carnage was showing some movement.. eight.. he was up to one knee.. nine.. up on two.. and just before ten he was on both feet. Cheno came around looking at Carnage, with his fist tucked back and then he went for it a severe roundhouse uppercut, but just as he went for it Carnage reached back into his own move list and like a knife through butter nailed Cheno hard with a SUPERKICK to the jaw! Cheno went to Clear the Funkin' Table, and now both men were out on their backs. The official stood in between them as his count began yet again.

One.

Two..

Three...

Four....

Five.....

Six...... Carnage was up on his feet holding his head.

Seven....... With Cheno not showing any movement Carnage was sure he had a win, as he stood to the officials side.

Eight........ Slowly Cheno picked his head up looking at the blur around him that was the arena.

Nine......... And running on fumes, Cheno got his engine started and from being on all fours, he was now on his feet to the utter surprise of Carnage. And as Cheno got to his feet, Carnage rushed towards him with a clothesline. Cheno ducked reached back and nailed a hayman's neckbreaker! Cheno was up and the crowd was going crazy, and so was Carnage. And Carnage nailed with a right, Cheno replied with a left, Carnage another right, Cheno a left, uppercut by Cheno.. but it's blocked by Carnage who places a vice like grip on his hand. Cheno reached back with his other hand and replied with another hard cross, jumbling Carnage's memory even more, while sending blood flying across the ring. Cheno grabbed onto the back of Carnage's head, and hit a hard knee raise to the former Extreme champion's noise causing more blood to spray. As Carnage stumbled Cheno rushed from behind and nailed a bulldog!

And the crowd could not contain their excitement as they cheered loudly on their feet, each Cheno fan in attendance standing, and chanting, "CHENO!" As they continued to repeat, Cheno standing in the ring couldn't remember if they had been chanting the whole match. But he knew it didn't matter, not as long as he lifted Carnage to his feet, and climbed onto the cage rim, it didn't matter, because this was almost over. He lifted Carnage up onto the rim, and the fans knew what was coming next..

Well almost. A rising double axe handle from Carnage caught an unsuspecting Cheno knocking him off rim and back crashing to the inside. Legs shaking Carnage dropped to the inside as well, landing on his feet with catlike agility. Breathing heavily, he brought Cheno up by his hair, bringing him up to his feet. Rear waistlock by Carnage, and he lifted Cheno up while letting go a feral yell and nailing the first half of Maximum Carnage, a violent snap German suplex.. Cheno was out, while Carnage was writhing in pain as he clutched his back. Whimpering in pain as he tried to get back to his feet, the official was getting all his work in as he was counting yet again.

The count was at five, and the crowd was booing as a grimacing Carnage was up to his feet, slowly walking over to the wall, and even slower to climb to the Asylum rim.

The hearts of fans sunk as Carnage, patted his elbow looking across the Asylum at the downed Cheno. He gritted his teeth as he geared back and leapt clearing the distance of the ring, flying through the air with grace... hitting the Asylum mat with a thud. Holding his elbow in pain, while hearing the fans cheer loudly. Cheno moved out the way, and slowly pushed himself up to his feet. The chants were continuing, as Cheno stood sturdy, Carnage's body was riddled with pain as he slowly got to his feet.

As he was getting his barrings together, this time he didn't have the chance to counter..

Clearin' da Funkin' table! Hard roundhouse uppercut, knocking Carnage out of his shoes and onto his back. Stumbling ala Rocky Vs Clubber Lang, Cheno ran across the ring on his worn legs before holding himself up against the Asylum cage. The count was going on yet again...

Six...

Seven...

Eight...

Nine...

Ten!

Only this time it wasn't stopped. And the crowd went wild as "Smoke Two Joints," by Sublime played over the PA system, giving Eddie Cheno the win. But as the fans were cheering Cheno, not everyone was happy, Cheno got out of the cage holding his hands in the air. Marcus Taylor was shaking his head in disgust as he helped his son to his feet. Cheno walking up the ramp knew, that he might not have ever won an Asylum title, and might never win an Asylum title, but what he has won was the fans.. and to them, he was a champion.