Just another Sunday.

"I’m just a poor and lonely girl looking for some company." Great, Karmyn[Angel] thought. She had been practicing earlier at the hotel.

Joe wasn’t sure what to do. This could be some cow of a woman. Or it could be a psycho. But Joe decided to take the chance anyway. He opened the door.

She stood before him, with her black duster, 15 inch boots, dyed red hair, and a small purple dress she was almost wearing. She saw Campbell’s face turn from an expression of frustration to a wicked grin. Score.

"Come on in," Joe said. "What can I do for you?" he asked as he sat down. Karmyn[Angel] stood.

"Well," she paused. "I’ve been looking for a place of work…"
"Hmm. I guess a more appropriate question for me to ask would be ‘What can you do for me?’" Joe smiled. He hoped she was as good as Contessa.

Karmyn walked over behind the desk and unzipped Joe’s pants, revealing his bulging cock.

"If you don’t let me in," Karmyn said with anger, "I’ll have to bite it off!"

Joe was horrified, not knowing what to say.

"Am I in or not?" Karmyn demanded an answer.

"Yes!" The though of Joe’s member being chewed was more than enough to give into any demand.

Karmyn squeezed the cock in a vice-like grip. "Yes, what?"

"Yes… ma’am?" Joe said, unsure of the correct answer.

Karmyn stood up. "Pleasure doing business with you."

And with that, she left.

and LLB stood.

The ‘Jury’ booed.

“Objection!” He screamed.

“Erection!” they replied back.

“Stop that dammit! Stop that!”

LLB slammed his hand against the side of the wall. The new chant had carried itself to Fighting, and LLB wasn’t happy about that one bit.

“Now,” He said, speaking to the camera man, “We’re going to do this again. Get down on your knees...”

Some of the people laughed. After all this was the Asylum, and everyone seemed to have a dirty mind.

“Erection!” They chanted once more.

“Shut up! Jesus f*cking Christ shut up you sick people!”

Taking a breather LLB spoke again, turning his attention towards the camera man. “You’re going to turn off that camera, take a shot of my boots, turn back on that piece of shit, and slowly work your way up to my face. Then, and ONLY then, will ‘The Law and Order’ grace yourself and all those guilty pricks’ out there... with his verdict.”

The camera shook up and down as if to say yes. The view then pulled down, showing LLB’s boots, and though the camera man didn’t turn off the video, he still obeyed with the rest of LLB’s commands.

“Now... ACTION!”

Boos started to get louder and louder with each second. And as the scene finally shot to LLB’s face, he opened his mouth.

“Objection, Your Honor!”

“Erection, Your Honor!”

Turning his head to the side, LLB snapped it sideways, trying once more to lower his blood pressure.

“Mind Games, ‘The Period’ himself, LLB will be number ONE. Only to be followed by his brand new friend, his partner... the Inmate.

Joe Campbell, you can sit back there and laugh you’re head off, but if for one moment, if for one second you think Mind Games is going to turn out like you thought last week would, you’re...”

Together (Crowd and LLB): “GUILTY.”

LLB flew his head back sharply, surprised the people actually said the verdict along with him. He replied.

“Don’t do that.”

And by taking his body and pacing it back and forth around the room, LLB lifted his hand high into the air.

“Joe, Inmate and myself are doing just fine together. Sure, we will fight one-on-one at Mind Games, we will go at it, because I’ve TAKEN OUT A.D., which only leaves me with one final thing for the taking. The Asylum Championship.”

LLB stopped, hearing the chants of “Guilty, Guilty” being directed towards him. With out one minute, and not the next. ‘The Law’ hung his head in disgust.

“Mind Games, it really is all about me. I really don’t care about anything but the law...”

He looked into the camera, slammed his hand down, speaking the closing words. “Objection! Be gone!”

“Erection! Be gone!”

“SHUT UP!”

Joe Campbell.

The crowd’s boos for LLB had been eclipsed in a second, possibly the most loathed man in the fighting industry had appeared, and he looked happy… happy, was never good.

“Blah blah blah blah blah, I’ve taken out this, I’ve taken out that… I’ve taken out A.D., I’ve taken out Inmate’s asshole…

Roland, shut the fuck up.

The only thing you’ll be taking out come Saturday, is my fucking trash… bitch.

And while I’m “flaming” you as the internet nerds might say… I find it surprising that you get so upset when these wonderful fans scream “Erection” at you…

You are after all, the biggest dick I’ve ever seen!” Joe stopped for a moment, clutching his stomach like an overly jovial Santa Claus, letting out a deep annoying laugh from the pit of his stomach that actually had fans throwing trash at his image on the video wall.

The Asylum champion, had I not just completely spent a years worth of laughter, I’d still be going now… I’d piss my pants; but I don’t want to bring myself down to the level of your mother now, do I?

But in all seriousness Roland… I’d like to know what masterplan you’re harbouring for this Sunday, I mean you’ve won approximately one match since you came here… and in an ironic twist of fate…

Lawyer.

You CHEATED.” Joe finished, stopping for a moment to bask in the crowd’s boos.

“Yep, so I suppose what they say about laywers is true afterall… liars and cheats the lot of you.

But onto business at hand Roland, I’d really like to know how you plan to become the Asylum champion, when after tonight… you won’t even be able to walk…

Because tonight lawyer…

… you’re facing ME.” Joe roared, the crowd suddenly exploding with glee at the prospect of a Campbell ass whipping live on national television.

“And it might come as a shock to you, but when I’ve done with whipping you’re arse… I shall be moving onto you’re little arse bandit friend, Tyler Burton, and I shall kick his arse as well… yes Roland, kick it.” Joe said, stopping to deliver a sarcastic wink.

“Now then, I’m sure I had something else I was going to talk about before I left… but I honestly can’t remember… its funny, I had it a minute or two ago, but its gone… wait… its coming back! I had a partner for tonight, they were going to be handicap matches but… doh! I can’t remember who it was, oh well… perhaps there’ll be some form of sign.” Joe sneered, shrugging and walking away, to reveal a huge monstrous chest behind him, breathing heavily, the shirt stretched across it read only a few words.

The Pain Is Coming.

And maybe, just maybe… it was.

He grabbed a microphone as his music cut out. "You all saw me kick Borst's ass SINGLE-HANDEDLY."

The fans booed at Token Weed's lie.

"So what I want here tonight, is a World Title shot. Borst, you may not have had the guts to put the title up last week, but there's no pussying out this week! Me and you, for the World Title! Get your ass out here and answer my challenge!"

The fans expected "Fuckin in the Bushes" to play, but instead got "Unified" by Biohazard. They booed even more as Nerva walked out with the Women's Title around her waist. The rest of The Movement - Akha, Jessica, and Zoe - followed her out. Nerva wasted no steps down the aisle and charged up the staircase into the Asylum.

Upon entering, she shoved Token Weed and pulled a microphone out of her thong. "Who the fuck do you think you are acting like a big shot?"

Token Weed kept his cool, much to the surprise of the crowd. The Movement women entered the ring and stood on Nerva's side.

"It was me," continued Nerva, "that got you the biggest win of your miserable career last week. And now, you're begging for the title shot that I deserve."

Token Weed raised his microphone. "And what the fuck did you do to deserve a title shot? Win the chick belt? Get pissed on by Borst? Get fucked by a dog?"

Nerva frowned and spat on the ground between them. "OK, Token, enough of the third-degree. Why don't we fight tonight? You and me, for the number-one World Title contender spot. What do you say?"

Token looked at all The Movement women, and then brought his attention back to Nerva. "Yes."

"It's not official 'till we shake on it," said Nerva, extending her hand.

Token Weed looked down, showing no signs of shaking hands with a woman like Nerva. She was a beast, and although he was a beast as well, Token Weed could never trust another beast.

Knowing he wouldn't shake her hand, Nerva took matters into her own hands and grabbed a handful of Token Weed's testicles. His eyes widened from surprise and pain. "These balls," she said, "they're gonna be mine tonight."
Nerva let go of Token's testicles. Her music resurfaced over the speakers, and she headed to the door with the rest of The Movement. Capitalizing on the moment, Token Weed leapt forward with his jumping pump kick and knocked Nerva over the cage wall and down to the floor. Part of the crowd cheered to see Nerva get dumped over, but there were a number of women booing at the action.

Akha, Jessica, and Zoe turned around and went after Token Weed, but the Asylum's notorious drug dealer hopped over the cage wall and exited through the crowd to the backstage area.

He had a purpose.

And that purpose was to find out, once and for all, what the hell is going on backstage in the Asylum.

And there was only one man who could tell him that.

Joe Campbell.

Eddie Cheno stopped in front of Campbell's office doors, before knocking three times and opening the door. He didn't allow for a response, but he still did knock three times.

Inside the locker room was the Syndication, Hans Krueger, and Adam Nowell, as well as Joe Campbell. They were taken back by Cheno entering the room so quickly, as Campbell lowered his head in a sort of plea for Cheno just to leave them alone. "Yo mang." Cheno said, which was followed by a quiet but audible groan from Campbell.

"What are you doing here Cheno?" Nowell asked, turning around from his seated position to look at Cheno in the face.

"Wat da funk ya think I'm doin' here mang? I be here ta ask wat da funk last week's shiznit be all about."

"Vat ze hell are you talking about?" Hans quirped, not turning around to look at Cheno in the face.

"Da funken match mang. I be all out dere, puttin' myself on da funken line and yer funken asses don't funken show."

Cheno said, before breathing in. "Wat da funk be dat shit about?"

"We had a match?" Nowell said, his smiling attempting to show an innocence, but it was more of a viciousness.

"Ya mang, against da Superhero bunch mang."

"Oh, we must have forgotten." Nowell said, before looking down to the floor, and smiling. "We're sorry."

Hans smacked Nowell on the shoulder, and for whatever, as Nowell looked back up. "Whatever. We're still sorry."

Nowell said before smiling, and then turning towards Krueger, who's face was still away from the camera.

"See, there sorry. Now, what do you want tonight?" Campbell said, as Cheno turned his attention to the Asylum Owner. "And make it fucken fast Cheno, my patience is wearing thin."

"It be funken simple mang. We make a funken pact and shit." Cheno said, before pausing. "For Mind Games. We be on da same funken team mang, on da same funken page, and we funken take dat shit. We go ta funken Mind Games, and we make dat shit ours mang."

Nowell turned to Cheno, still smiling, as Krueger turned for the first time in a long time towards Cheno's face. He nodded in agreement, as Cheno smiled back, leaving the office.

Might as well make your enemies work for you, right?

At least, until he bumped into Providence.

They both turned around in the Asylum backstage, looking each other in the eyes. Cheno had a couple inches, but you wouldn't really know in the predictament they were in. A heated exchange.

"Ah, you be da funker who messed wit my shiznit, huh mang?" Cheno blurted out, still staring into Providence's eyes. There was no response however, so Cheno then took out a small bong, took a hit, and blew the smoke into Providence's face. "And you be da funker who be gettin' me a new funken bong mang." Cheno said, before smiling in Providence's direction.

Providence however, would have nothing of it. He turned around, ready to go back to his goal in mind, but Cheno wouldn't allow it. Cheno grabbed Providence by the shoulder and turned him around violently, causing Providence to be taken aback by the new backbone of Cheno.

"Well mang, if I can't funken get ya ta do dat shit by funken friendly polite shit, I'mma gonna have ta beat dat shiznit outta ya." Cheno said, glaring eye to eye with Providence. Providence sighed, before he reached into his pocket, looking for his wallet.

With his free hand, he took a swing at Cheno, but he was taken back when Cheno suckered him with a jab. Providence backed up after two rights, and then Cheno lowered down and caught Providence with a vicious rising uppercut, sending Providence backwards towards the ground. Cheno just nailed Clearin' da funken table, and Providence was stunned.

"Ya dink I don't know dat shiznit funker?" Cheno said, slowly walking over, and grabbing Providence by his shirt, and lifting him off the ground. Providence was more shocked than physically hurt. After everything Joe had told him, Cheno was taking the offense.

But not for long.

Providence swiftly kicked Cheno in his exposed genitals, sending Cheno spiraling down to the concrete. Providence wasn't done though, taking Cheno by his shirt, and ramming him head and shoulder first into the side dry wall. Cheno slam through the weak padding, lying face first inside the wall. Providence smiled, "See you sunday," as he walked away, as if nothing had happened.

Syndication Vs Mega Job
(Team Titles)

The fans give a decidedly mixed reaction for the team known only as Mega Job, but who actually came out of the curtain would forever cement the fact of the simple truth that the three "superheroes" of Mega Job were complete morons.

El Janito was dressed like a cheese mascot, almost looking like Chester McCheeserton from Wrestlemania 2000. Beef, though, was dressed like a giant styrofoam cup that was filled with foam egg nog. And Steve? Steve looked like the center of a Twinkie, but he was actually supposed to be a stick of butter. All three of them, with great difficulty, entered the Asylum cage, and waited for their opponents.

Crush `Em hit.

As Syndication made their way down the aisle, it was readilly apparent that Mega Job was not even the least bit dressed for combat. The Asylum team champions, with their belts held high, were spit upon by the fans who jeered them loudly. As if they cared.

Tossing their belts aside, Syndication entered the Asylum cage, but before the referee could call for the bell, Mega Job had microphones.

"Whoa whoa whoa, hold up there, Cowboy Murray." Beef said, toward the referee, who was apparently Murray.

"We're not done yet!"

"Yeah, esse! We're not done! For I am CHEESe! Notice the all capital letters, but then the lowercase e! That shows POWER! Yes! Really! It does!" Janito said in his usual squeaky voice.

"And I'm EGG nog. Notice that the EGG is in capitals, but the nog is not." Beef said.

"BUTTER."

"And he's... um... Butter, I suppose." Beef said, pausing, then flinching. "Dammit, Janito, this isn't going to work."

"Hey, it was YOUR idea to be the Legion of Wisconsin." Janito said, before pausing. "Does Wisconsin even exist?"

"Well, it was YOUR idea to come out in these stupid outfits. How am I expected to fight wearing a cup of egg nog on my body, anyway?"

The bell rang.

Janito looked at Beef. Beef looked at Janito. Steve looked at the cage door.

"Uh oh."

WHACK.

WHACK.

A pair of extremely stiff thrust kicks to the faces of both of the tall members of Mega Job puts them on their backs. Steve, on the other hand, managed to make it out of the Asylum through the door before Syndication acted. Hans Krueger and Adam Nowell stood in battle-ready stances, waiting for the chance for Mega Job to get back up and meet their doom.

They never got the chance.

"I've fallen! And I can't get up!" whined Beef, wiggling in his cup outfit to try to find a position to get back on his feet, but he was incapable. It was the same with Janito, as the corners of his cheese outfit just HAD to be square.
Hans looked at Adam. Adam looked at Hans.

"Vat the fuck?" Hans asked.

Adam Nowell just shrugged.

The ten count came and went, and the bell rang.

Syndication had won by knockout, even if Mega Job weren't even knocked out, just incapable of getting up due to their ridiculous outfits. Beef looked up at Hans.

"Um, hey... you wanna help us up?"

"Ja, and you can go fuck yourself." Hans said.

Nowell and Krueger both exited the Asylum, leaving Mega Job on their backs. Beef looked over at Janito, who wasn't having any success at getting up, either.

"Janito, when and if I'm able to get up, I'm taking off this egg nog carton suit and I'm gonna smack you over the head with it."

"Wah." was all that Janito could say.

Blam

“GAH!” Janito roared, covering his eyes; as did Beef… a blistering white light suddenly erupting from the top of the aisle, blinding the two heroes, as they covered their eyes and backed away… the pa system boomed into a life, a loud… almost godly voice booming throughout the arena.

”He will come.” the voice roared, before the light suddenly withdrew, the top of the aisle returning to its previous form… Janito and Beef scratched their heads, as did the several thousand fans in attendance.

If he will come, then who… is he?

“So mate, what do we have in store for tonight?” Borst said to his title belt. No one could hear it respond, except for the delusional Borst. “Check the matches board? Good idea!”

Borst walked to the green chalkboard and looked down the list of matches. “Hmm, good news. We don’t have ourselves a match. Looks like it’s just me and you for tonight.”

He began to walk off, but the belt had just ‘told’ him something. He looked back at the chalkboard, and actually read the stipulations of tonight’s main event:

[WORLD TITLE] NUMBER ONE CONTENDER MATCH

NERVA VS. TOKEN WEED

“What the fuck? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Borst threw his blowup doll on the ground and began kicking away at the groin area relentlessly. “Damn Nerva snuck her way closer to getting a shot at me and my World Title!”

After a few more kicks, Borst picked his doll up and went straight for Joe Campbell’s office. Without knocking, he barged straight in. “You, Campbell! What the fuck is this main event all about?”

Joe stood up from his desk and took off his tinted glasses. “Just relax, Borst. It’s no big deal. I just signed the match to avoid Nerva’s bitching and moaning. Do you actually think she’s gonna beat Token Weed tonight? I’d let Rave Caprino fuck me up the ass and give me AIDS before that happens!”

“Mate, that’s sick. But I am NOT defending my title against a woman,” said Borst. “They’re worthless, they’re inferior for fuck’s sake. That crackhead bloke, Token Weed, better get his job done tonight. Or else I’ll make him my fucking blowup doll.”

Suddenly, a messenger came to the door with a videocassette. “Uh, Joe Campbell here? This came for you.”

Borst took the cassette from the man and tossed it to Joe. Confused at first, Joe popped the tape into a nearby VCR. Footage played from the box office ticket sales event for Mind Games that took place a couple of weeks ago. Nerva was at an autograph desk in front of a lineup of women signing glossy 8x10 photos.

“Hey Joe,” she said. “I hope Borst is there with you. If not, bring him in here now. You might not have put a lot of thought into why I asked you if I could sign autographs here, so let me show you why.”

Footage was shown of Zoe Borst turning men away at the ticket stands and only accepting money from women. Footage of Akha controlling the phone lines followed. And finally, Jessica Jenkins was shown at the Internet station for ticket sales.

“Yep, that’s right,” continued Nerva. “The Movement has made sure that Mind Games is gonna be our night, where our fans are gonna cheer us. Borst, Mind Games will be my night. By the time you’re watching this, I’m gonna be making sure that I secure my World Title shot. So I’ll see you at the Enron Field. Me and you, fuckface.”

Borst lifted Joe from his chair and shook him violently back and forth. “You idiot! You fucking idiot, Joe! Not only is there a chance of me defending my World Title against a woman, but I have to fight at the Pay-Per-View in front of thousands of Nerva’s kind!”

Borst threw Joe back into his chair and flipped his desk over. He gathered his belongings and stormed out of the office.

Although what Borst calls proving he's not a loser would be considered being more of a loser in the eyes of many. Without hesitation, Borst takes a swing for Zoe, punching her full force in the face, before shouting "FUCK YOU!" at her and storming out of the locker room!

Stephanie leaned forward and covered her face with her hands, remember that night. There was a good long pause before she finally chuckled. That night had been hectic…not just for the Borst couple but Stephanie and Nerva themselves.

Boris Borst being a big embarrassment the previous week…and Zoe looking like a dyke didn’t help much. Stephanie remembered calling the EMT’s that night for the knocked out Zoe; the thousands of fans at the stadium were either a) concerned for Zoe’s well being or b) turned on.

Mostly B).

“Funny how no matter how much things change, they always stay the same.” Stephanie said out loud to herself.
“Huh?” Lotus said walking out from the shower room, drying her hair. She was wearing nothing but a towel, tied tightly around her chest.

Stephanie chuckled again, “Ah nothing, just thinking about the past. I’m gonna go take a little pre-shower now.” She stood up and grabbed a towel, the cameraman turned on the camera quickly and tried to follow in but Lotus grabbed him by the shirt and wagged her finger.

Maybe ‘Ice Cold’ Stephanie Connor was right. Things still seem to be the same around the Asylum, regardless of the missing faces (i.e. Kenny Rock)…perhaps in 2003 it’ll be the same old shit again. However, what Steph doesn’t understand is that this time, there are big differences. This time…Borst is the “good guy” (somewhat) and Nerva is the bad guy (stressing guy). Zoe has turned complete lesbian and the force of the “Movement” are dividing and conquering the scattered numbers in the Asylum and even attacks like last week don’t seem to faze them.

It looks like nothing could stop them.

“Fuck,” he said breathing heavily. He looked inside and noticed that Lotus hadn’t heard a thing.

“What are you doing pervert?” a voice whispered behind him. The camera man froze than spun around slowly, seeing no other than Akha and Jessica Jenkins. Jessica of course, armed with a baseball bat. Jessica’s eyes focused down and saw the large erected bump in the camera man’s jeans and Jessica shook her head. “What do we do Akha?” she asked.

"Let's show those fucking perverts what they wanna see," Akha replied. The giant Akha walked over to the camera man and grasped onto his erected penis and balls with her large hand, squeezing hard. The camera man screamed in pain as Akha threw him against the wall.

Inside Lotus heard a noise and ran out to the hallway, she saw the camera man passed out and ran out. “Are you okay?” she asked innocently. He moaned in pain and opened his eyes widely behind Lotus.

Lotus saw the reflection of Jessica behind her in the camera man’s eye with the bat over her head. Lotus leaned back and did a backflip handspring back into the locker room barely dodging the wild swing to her. “Stephanie!” Lotus screamed as she ran toward the shower room. Akha and Jessica ran in and as Lotus reached the showers, she was knocked forward onto the wet ground.

“Lin!” Stephanie screamed. She quickly covered her private areas as a camera man ran in to record the action. The area was extremely steamy with only one shower on. Akha ran in first and smiled as she saw Stephanie, she runs and and grabs Steph with a full head of hair, throwing her head first into the wall before picking her up and tossing her out of the shower.

Akha smiled and nodded as she crossed Jessica who stepped into the shower room gripping her black baseball bat tightly with both hands.

Lotus slowly stumbled to her feet and dodged a swing at her head again, Jessica screamed and drilled the base of the bat into Lotus’ stomach before uppercutting it up her face. Lotus fell back and as Jessica ran at her, Lotus did a kipup catching Jessica but surprised and did a jump kick knocking Jessica backwards causing the bat fly out of the room.

Both women stood up now, both bleeding from the lip. Lotus turned on the shower next to her, and Jessica did the same. There were 8 on each side of the wall and both women had turned them on. The steam was quickly beginning to fill to the top.

Jessica did the first move as she ran in with a haymaker, Lotus easily dodged it and grabbed onto Jessica’s wet hair and kneed her in the gut. She then grabbed onto the back Jessica’s shirt and pulled for a slam but it ripped off.

Jessica screamed as she stood there shirtless. Lotus threw the shirt down and ran at her with a roundhouse but Jessica dodged that and tripped her, than ripping off a piece of her shirt as well. Meanwhile, outside the cameraman was filming Akha beating down on the naked Stephanie Connor and quickly switched his attention to the shower scene.

Lotus and Jessica were now rolling across the shower room ground, legs gripped around each other tightly throwing straight punches across each other’s faces and pulling hair, naked except for torn strips of clothing either not torn off yet or falling off.

Akha ran into the shower room now, panting in exhaustion with a sick smile on her face quickly going sour. She ran in and locking her arms around Lotus’ waist, tossing her to the side before picking up Jessica.

Jessica, however, was reluctant to leave. She screamed and ran at Lotus again but Akha held her back. Jessica screamed and pointed at the top of her lungs, “It’s not over bitch! It’s far from over! I’ll see you next week at Mind Games!” Jessica calmed down and Akha let her go. They both walked over and spit on wet, naked and beaten Lotus before both saying at the same time, Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.”

Pain and Suffering Vs The Silent Assassins

These two men, collectively known as “The Silent Assassins”, have been suddenly appearing around the Asylum for a few weeks now, reeking havoc on Clayton Richler and Drake Kerrigan… yet still, little was known about them.
Itsu and Miyabita entered the cage, and then…

The offensive but memorable lyrics resounded throughout the stadium as Clayton Richler quickly made his way out from behind the curtains. The fans looked on impatiently as Drake Kerrigan finally decided to walk out behind Clayton. Clayton mocked a few of the fans as Drake simply proceeded behind him with a cold, business-like look on his face.

Clayton entered the ring and was quickly attacked by both members of The Silent Assassins while Drake gave no immediate reaction and just continued walking. The dissension between Drake and Clay clearly hasn’t been resolved quite yet.

Both Itsu and Miyabita have been practically haunting Drake and Clayton for the past few weeks; they’ve managed to drive Drake close to the breaking point already. Drake vented his rage on his own tag team partner Clayton last week, and the week before. The team of Pain and Suffering was clearly a fractured one.

As Clayton made his futile attempts at blocking the rapid-fire kicks coming at him from every angle courtesy of The Silent Assassins, Drake finally made his way into the cage and pushed both men away from Clayton in one big heave forward.

These four men were clearly not too crazy about each other; the feeling was mutual. But, somehow… These mysterious Silent Assassins have managed to do a good job at getting into the minds of Drake and Clayton. They’ve already nearly torn the two long-time best friends apart.

CLANG

Drake picked Itsu up and threw him face-first into the steel-rungs of the cage. As Itsu fell down, Drake walked over to Miyabita and was ready to unleash hell upon him, but Miyabita countered by sweeping Drake’s feet out from under him. The six-foot-seven mammoth plummeted down to the mat.

Meanwhile, Clayton was recovering from the beating that he received a few moments ago. Itsu was up again, and he nailed Clayton back down to the mat with a quick spinning heel kick. Clayton sprawled on the mat, gasping for air and holding his ribs in pain. Clearly, he hadn’t fully recovered from Drake’s malicious attack on him two weeks earlier.

Drake still managed to fend for himself pretty well in the midst of Clayton being down and nearly out. Drake had Miyabita pushed up against the cage and was choking him with his forearm. But, Itsu quickly noticed this and took out Drake from behind with a dropkick.

Sprawling… sprawling… Clayton finally staggered up to his feet. Itsu and Miyabita were double teaming Drake; cracking his head and abdomen with their lightning-quick kicks. Clayton finally countered by nailing both Itsu and Miyabita from behind with a double-arm clothesline.

Clayton picked Itsu up by his spiked-hair and nailed him with an inverted facelock DDT. Drake had Miyabita locked in a cobra clutch, but Miyabita managed to squirm his way out of it and kick Drake into the corner of the cage. Miyabita then ran at Drake administered a textbook monkey-flip on the big man.

Clayton had Itsu locked in a cloverleaf leglock… the referee looked on; he figured Itsu would give up judging by the evident pain on his face, but he was wrong. Itsu fought off the leglock. Clayton stood back up, but Miyabita rammed him back down again thanks to a quick roundhouse kick to the back of his head.

Clayton wasn’t moving… the referee administered the count…

1… 2… 3…

Itsu stood back up, and looked on as Drake had his partner set up in a powerbomb position. It could be his finisher… “The Wasting”… if hit, the show would be over for Miyabita Hiryuu.

4… 5… 6…

“FAKKU!!!” Itsu yelled at the top of his lungs as he lunged at Drake and knocked the big man over just before he could hit his finishing maneuver. Meanwhile, Clayton had finally regained consciousness and stood back up before the count reached 10.

But then… the fans suddenly reacted with a series of unexpected cheers. The ovation was directed toward a man walking down to the fighting area from the ramp… Milo Samus.

What this rebel, hell-raiser and havoc-creator had to do with Pain and Suffering, The Silent Assassins, or any of the tag team division was a mystery to everyone, but the fans couldn’t help but pop big time for the guy. Milo simply stopped in front of the cage and observed the match with his arms crossed.

Milo’s arrival distracted Clayton as Miyabita and Itsu continued to lay a beating down on Drake inside of the ring. Clayton walked over toward the cage and glanced down at Milo. Milo glared up at him with a smirk on his face and waved his hand sardonically.

THWACK

Clayton was cold-clocked from behind with a punishing jumping roundhouse kick to the back of his head, courtesy of Itsu Kontan. Clayton flew forward and hit the cage, then collapsed to the mat. Outside of the cage, Milo erupted with laughter as he continued to look on.

Miyabita had Drake in the corner of the cage and was pummeling him with a variety of damaging kicks. Drake fell down to the mat… he crawled around for a little while as Miyabita continued kicking him… then, Drake reached down to his boot and took out something… a small, metal object…

Drake wrapped the brass knuckles around his fingers and suddenly lunged up toward Miyabita, nailing him with a thunderous uppercut that sent him off his feet and back down to the mat. Drake then looked over toward Itsu, who was still pounding on Clayton.

Drake charged at Itsu and nailed him in the back of his head with a brass-knuckle punch. Itsu collapsed immediately. Meanwhile, Milo Samus had moved from the front of the cage near the door…

Inside, the referee was administering the count on Miyabita Hiryuu, but it was cut short as Milo Samus had suddenly ran into the cage and grabbed the ref. Milo hauled the ref to the outside, and began pummeling him with a series of hard right hooks.

Drake Kerrigan, from the inside of the cage, glared at Milo Samus. “YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Drake yelled out, but Milo simply laughed at him and mocked him with a series of sarcastic gestures. The fans cheered for Milo as he then jumped over the guardrail and ran off into the crowd.

Drake Kerrigan immediately ran out of the cage and followed Milo Samus through the crowd, the way he left. Clayton Richler had gotten back up and ran the same way.

Itsu Kontan and Miyabita Hiryuu finally recovered from the cheap brass-knuckle shots that they received at the hands of Drake Kerrigan. They looked around, both with furious looks on their faces. Finally, they also exited the cage, ran up the ramp, and disappeared behind the curtains.

Zoe looked at him puzzled. “What the fuck do you want?”

“Well,” said Milo, “I heard about you and Borst not being an item anymore, and… you know, I thought you and me could hook up.”

“Uh, Milo, are you fucking st—”

He silenced her with a French kiss. Zoe struggled, and finally pushed Milo off of her. She responded harshly, tossing her coffee in his face and then slapping him. He turned around from the slap, only to see Nerva, Zoe’s girlfriend.

“Before you rudely interrupted her,” said Nerva, “she was about to ask you if you’re fucking stupid. Zoe’s my girl, you idiot rookie.”

Milo wore a look of embarrassment. “Oh, uh, oh shit. Look, I didn’t mean to and I don’t want to start anything between you and me. It’s just that—”

Nerva kneed him in the groin before he could continue and threw him headfirst into the plaster wall.

“Listen, I thought Zoe swung both w—”

Once again, Nerva interrupted him, this time with a solid punch across the jaw. Milo backed away from Nerva and opened the door to the janitor’s closet. As he saw Nerva and Zoe charging at him, he pulled out a shovel and held it up to them.

“Listen to me, dykes!” he said. “I told you I didn’t mean to start anything. I don’t hit women, but I’m gonna have to make an exception if you keep pissin me off!”

Zoe was about to lunge forward, but Nerva stopped him.

“Fuck this piece of shit,” said Nerva. “He’s nothing. We’ve got bigger fish to fry. Come on.”

Joe & Archangel Vs LLB
(Handicap match)

“Points of Authority” by Linkin Park, and with it… Roland Miles Ermann, LLB

Bursting through the curtain, LLB was once again on the end of a surprisingly large response from the crowd, of the none negative variety… semi surprised by this, LLB stopped on the aisle for a moment to glare across the crowd, before marching with purpose down to the Asylum, clambering up and in, he prepared to warm up for his up and coming match with Joe Campbell.

Obviously, he hadn’t caught Joe’s segment in its entirety.

“I’m tearing away
The pieces are falling
I can’t seem to make them stay
You run away
Faster and Faster
You can’t seem to get away
BREAK.”

“Tear Away” by Drowning Pool, yet more new music for Joe Campbell, but perhaps the most fitting to date, as Campbell strutted half way down the aisle, LLB smiled… a hand gesture beckoning Joe down to the Asylum for a date with destiny.

LLB’s destiny however, was just about to walk through the curtain.

All 7’2 and 385lbs of it.

Archangel.

LLB’s face remained a picture completely devoid of emotion, but deep down inside somewhat, he gulped… the monster stepping out behind Joe and spreading his arms in a crucifix… Joe’s confidence had suddenly increased by about twelve inches… and as he marched cockily down to the Asylum, it showed.

Promptly skipping over the rim, the attending crowd rose to their feet to boo the Asylum owner, who strolled calmly over to LLB, snorted as heavily as possible, and spat straight across his boot.

LLB looked down.

Then up.

Before cupping his han…

SMACK!

The cold flesh of LLB’s hand suddenly thrashed against Joe Campbell’s cheek, this was well and truly the biggest bitch slap ever… blood, and possibly a tooth jarring out of Campbell’s skull… he took a few shocked steps back, before falling face flat Ric Flair style on the canvas, completely out… the power of the blow or the pure humiliation of it both probably causes.

Suddenly, LLB’s eyes widened, just in time to tell his brain that he needed to duck, as he did… he avoided the massive boot of the galloping beast Archangel, who missed LLB narrowly, before spinning.

CRUNCH!

LLB leapt, almost with a football tackle, and caught the giant around the head and neck, absolutely dragging him to the ground, he punched and flailed with all of his might, anything to keep the behemoth down, several jarring punched to Archangel’s temple did the trick, as he lay stunned, LLB swiftly got up and began to wrap the massive tree trunk legs up, a Sharpshooter was on the way?

Not a chance.

LLB was suddenly flung spine first into the Asylum rim, letting out a roar of agony as he hit it, Archangel struggled up to his feet, as Joe Campbell began to surface in the background… LLB had to move fast, or he would be in deep, deep… for lack of better term.

Shite.

And funnily enough, “Shite” was the immediate word which escaped Joe Campbell’s mouth.

CRUNCH

CRUNCH~!

The crowd exploded with cheers, LLB rushing forth and catching Archangel around the waist with the Erroneous Conclusion, he didn’t however explode… running even further with the beast in transit, and hitting Joe Campbell! Before finally leaping and spiking the two to the canvas, Joe crushed beneath his own weapon of destruction!

LLB rolled away as the referee started the count.

1

2

3

4

5

6

7

NO!

Archangel was up, the hold not struck in its full effect, LLB rushed at Archangel but was quickly levelled with a solid boot to the jaw, he picked the still down Joe up and propped him over to rim to prevent the final 10 count.

CRUNCH!

Archangel’s boot slamming down across LLB’s ribs, LLB let out a roar of aginy as Angel twisted and turned his boot into the lawyers chest, forcing every last breath out of him as he did, suddenly, Campbell came to… and started to gesture to Archangel.

He appeared to be bringing down an imaginary judge’s gavel.

This was taking the piss… at its finest.

Archangel lifted LLB, restraining his arms as Joe measured up to hit him with the Erroneous Conclusion, the crowd booing hideously at the prospect of it.

Joe rushed.

Joe laughed insanely as he did.

LLB moved.

CRUNCH.

Head first.

Head first into Archangel’s groin!

Archangel dropped to his knee’s as Joe held his head in both agony and despair, forgetting that LLB was close by.

Joe got to his feet and turned.

Spinebuster.

Sharpshooter.

“The Testify” was upon Joe Campbell, a verdict had been reached and court was about to be adjourned, Joe flailed in pure agony… LLB clenching the hold tighter and tighter, screaming “Guilty!” at Campbell with every breath he had, suddenly… Campbell’s hand hovered ominously over the canvas… he was about to, he was about to… he was about to…

Vice like grip.

LLB was suddenly gagging for air, the massive hand of Archangel had placed itself across his throat, he had to release Campbell, and after much reluctant clenching, he did… placing attention of Archangel by throwing a few jabs at him, they were weak however… LLB wasn’t breathing and as a result the steady black haze was surrounding his eyes, as soon as it filled in, he’d black out for good.

The last thing he felt was the air beneath him, then something shattering as he hit it.

The Asylum announce table.

Jean Paul Peters and Callous scattered, LLB’s prone body hurtling through the announce table at vast speed, disappearing into the void, “Tear Away” by Drowning Pool played again, Joe Campbell and Archangel… more specifically Archangel; had won.

Joe hadn’t finished however, the previous weeks defiance’s were about to be corrected, as Joe snapped up a cold steel chair on the outside, he brought it down repeatedly on the unconscious LLB, until his face was a bloody mess of lacerations and heavy bruising, a few final body shots occurred, before a satisfied Campbell and Archangel made their way to the back.

For the nights work, was not yet done.

Hiryuu shook his head, disagreeing with his brother’s decision. They moved on down the hallway, at the end of the hallway they could hear some loud music. Itsu Kontan looked down at Miyabita Hiryuu, they slowly crept down the hallway, the lights hanging above them began to flicker, a buzzing sound filled the air. The smell of blood, sweat, and tears from fighters filled their nostrils, a smell they were getting use to still.

Both men came to the door. Itsu Kontan stepped back a few paces, Miyabita Hiryuu gave him the go. Kontan rammed into the door knocking it off its hinges. In the locker room stood a butt ass naked Karmyn Angel. Itsu Kontan froze as Miyabita Hiryuu barged in, not even noticing the naked lady. He opened up a closet door, ‘Clown’ by Switchblade Symphony was playing loudly in the corner; he went over to CD player. He jumped into the air and with left foot, snapped the piece of machinery in half.

Itsu Kontan stared at Karmyn as his brother frantically moved about through the locker room. In the back of his mind, he for a split second imagined the elegant curves of Karmyn Angel pressing up against him in perfect harmony.

Karmyn Angel, with no clothing, on came up behind Miyabita Hiryuu; she backed up and side kicked him in the ribs. Miyabita Hiryuu turned around as Karmyn Angel dropped to her knees and flipped him over her shoulder onto his back.

Miyabita Hiryuu got onto his knees; getting up he went to hit Karmyn Angel as Itsu Kontan grabbed him. Kontan stopped Hiryuu hitting her. Kontan didn’t take his eyes off of her as they left the room. Itsu Kontan could only imagine what it would be like to taste the sweet smelling…

Shaking his head he closed the door to her room, she looked at him oddly as he did. The only thing Miyabita Hiryuu could say was, “Fakku!”

Joe & Archangel Vs Inmate

Tyler Burton had never really paid much attention to the crowd reactions before… he knew that they were behind him during his wars with Borst, but he didn’t quite grasp how much, the boos however… the boos he could always hear, hate was a much stronger emotion and he’d felt it in every arena at every show since he’d done Joe Campbell’s bidding.

But over the past few weeks, those emotions had subsided.

Tyler Burton burst through the curtain to a good response, the crowd finally appeared to be behind him again and heading into Mind Games he needed nothing more, every extra piece of motivation would help because the battle ahead would surely be as difficult as any he had ever fought before.

He’d seen the earlier assault on LLB, ironically yet somewhat none surprisingly, his ride to the show had been “delayed”… just in time for him to be too late to save his allie.

This however, worked both ways… with LLB now presumably out, Inmate wouldn’t be able to expect any form of aid during the battle he was about to go into, Joe Campbell wasn’t as much of a push over as he’d let on… and Inmate knew all about Archangel, they’d gone to war more times than he could count on one hand.

As Inmate hit the Asylum, “Tear Away” by Drowning Pool hit the speakers, and Joe Campbell burst through the curtain to a harsh reply from the crowd, the hatred only eclipsed by curiosity… for Joe was wheeling something with him, he stopped mid aisle, and pulled a dark sheet from it.

A wheelbarrow.

Full of cinder blocks.

A “You watch RAW!” chant suddenly exploded, Joe Campbell’s face glowing red with rage as he spat in contempt at the sentiment, Archangel had now appeared from behind the curtain and his own personal glare with Inmate was being irnored, the “You watch RAW!” chants encompassing the arena.

Joe, shaking his head and swearing to himself… continued to wheel the barrow down to the Asylum, before tipping it over and with the air of his new weapon of destruction, tossed a few of the blocks up and into the Asylum, he looked down to pick another up, but was suddenly covered by grey dust.

SMACK!

A cinder block had just exploded over Archangel’s skull… the beast fell to the floor, as Inmate suddenly pointed at Joe Campbell, who shook his head, before fleeing faster than Shane McMahon on speed… rushing around the Asylum in circles away from Inmate who gave chase.

Suddenly, Joe tried to scramble up the side of the Asylum.

Only to feet Inmate’s grip around his waist…

High, high angle german suplex.

Straight down onto the LLB blood stained wreck which was the announce table.

Joe was completely limp, as Inmate dusted himself off and left the motionless Campbell, clambering back into the Asylum where Archangel still lay flat out.

Something would have to be done about that.

Inmate picked up another cinder block, raising it above his head, he was about to crush Archangel’s miserable skull like a pancake, he’d remembered a holier than thou speech Angel had cut many months ago, and was about to throw every word back into his face… in the form of a rather heavy cinder block.

If only life were that simply.

CRUNCH!

Inmate felt a solid boot catch him in the groin… it was Campbell, who evidently wasn’t as hurt as he’d made out to be, Joe did however fall back to his knee’s after executing the shot, exhausted from the running and then the huge bump onto the table, Inmate staggered around, the shot winding him… he however, had far more to worry about.

Archangel.

Boot.

BLAM!

The cinder block exploded against Inmate’s skull… he staggered more, now bleeding heavily… only to walk into certain defeat.

Vengeance

Archangel locked it in, driving down Inmate to the canvas, he squeezed the deadly grip tightly on Inmate’s face… Joe Campbell was soon on the scene, adding further insult to injury by applying Inmate’s own single leg crab on him, as the referee checked Burton, an unconscious verdict was inevitable.

“Tear Away” by Drowning Pool.

Perhaps Joe Campbell’s greatest night in Asylum history, he’d overcome two of his greatest foe’s and exhibited his newest weapon at the same time, Archangel started to leave… but Joe ordered him back, barking commands, the former Asylum champion stretched Inmate’s knee across the canvas, tearing the thick Borst induced brace from it.

Joe fished around at ring side… finally finding a suitable cinder block, he raised it above his head… the sudden power quite surprising for a small sman.

SMACK!

Reminiscent of raw all those weeks ago, the block shattered across Inmate’s knee as he roared in agony… Campbell and Archangel left him laying in agony, satisfied that they had done the job; Mind Games was now a foregone conclusion, no LLB, no Inmate.

No nothing.

BLAM

Only, like many members of the crowd looking in the same direction, to be blinded by a seering white light, which completely whited out the entry way, just as earlier in the show, a booming voice made a short announcement.

”He will be reborn.” The voice bellowed, as the light cut out swiftly and the crowd murmured in confusion, the cryptic messages leaving no clues as to who was providing them.

Inmate knew something, the timing of it probably wasn’t an accident.

Yet another enemy on the ever growing list.

Nerva Vs Token Weed
(Asylum Championship Contendership)

Nerva was going to Mind Games, a shot at Borst was secured and the Asylum champion looked more vulnerable than ever… Nerva had long since disappeared, leaving to the back to seek praise from the rest of the Movement, Token however… had only just brought himself to leave.

Defeated by a woman, his blood was boiling… he staggered battered and bruised up the aisle, booed and jeered upon the way, things couldn’t possible get worse.

Blam

Yes, they could.

Token’s eyes were suddenly burning, covering them up… he turned his head away from a now regularly occurring blistering white light at the top of the aisle, shining down on him the crowd uttered interested words as to which pearls of wisdom the booming voice would offer this time, and disappoint, it did not.

”Everyone shall pay for their sins.” The voice boomed, the light once again vanishing as quickly as it had appeared along with the voice’s silence, Token shook his head and spat in disgust… before marching through the curtain for the last time of the night.

Whoever he was, he had to be ready.

the Asylum; Sinners one and all.