And tonight, we'd see it again.

There were telltale signs about the man... beneath a black Adidas baseball cap sat neatly tied back hair, shining blonde in the twilight... as did what could be described as the proverbial wearing of his heart on his sleeve, a large 21w logo sitting in the middle of his black tanktop, which sat tucked into a pair of stone grey cargo shorts.

Mark Knight had given him the Thursday night off, following perhaps his most gruelling battle to date with Mike Ritz, Knight was convinced that he'd needed it... he however, was not... he always felt a certain guilt about not working a show, and he'd felt even more guilt several weeks ago, when 21wrestling invaded and humiliated the Asylum... and he wasn't a part of it.

He had an itch, and he needed to scratch it.

"One ticket please." He spoke out, a young man at the ticket window looking up wide eyed.
"Hey, aren't you..." He began, but didn't finish.

"No, no... I'm not him, but I get that all the time..." He said with a wry smile, picking up his ticket and handing the young man a fist full of dollars.

Scalped and tossed into his pocket, he tucked the ticket away and made his way through one of the arena corridors, it was going to be a long night... if not for him, then most definitely for the Asylum.

It was quickly cementing itself between Joe Campbell's first and second names, during the several attacks staged by 21wrestling over the course of the month, Joe Campbell had done nothing to prevent or hinder any of them, he'd simply sat back and let everything fall to pieces around him.

To be blunt, if he were in jail... his ass would be as red as a tomato.

He seemed to have no general grasp of 21w's desire to destroy his promotion... and he didn't have to look too far back to realise why they desired to do so, Campbell had simply presumed that every attack 21wrestling launched would be their last.

How, sad?

He'd left himself open before, and he was about to leave himself open again.

"Laughing my arse off." Joe chuckled, his face glowing in the light of his monitor as he typed away, he grimaced for a moment.

"Ugh, time to cut down on using this thing... you know its getting bad when you start using net terms in real…

LOL!" Joe roared for a moment... clicking away.

"So... the fWo is reopening, I guess its true what they say... you can find anything out in the internet these days, ah well... time to leave my two cents..." Joe said with a smirk, clicking on the EWplanet login text box and typing.

Username: DX4LYFEWFRULZ

Password: ilovefwo

"Now then, lets see..." Joe continued, clicking on a topic about fWo's comeback.

Personally... I think the fWo is a load of bollocks anyway, it should never come back... in fact it should die a horrible death via bleeding from the anus, nobody cares about it anyway... what a rubbish website, as soon as it gets a new design then maybe it'll be worth considering reopening the promotion, because at the moment its in a slump.

Speaking of slumps, the Asylum isn't in one... perhaps you should head over to their website to view some of the magnificent things they do there, I even hear that there's a secret pornography area that's completely free... so you might want to head over to http://www.asylumfighting.com right now to...

"Mr. Campbell?" A voice echoed through the dark room as the door suddenly burst open, Joe screamed... shielding his eyes as only someone who'd been on the internet for the last 8 hours could.

"What the fuck? What happened to knocking? I could've been doing something that involved nudity." Joe said, loosening his collar for a moment.

"I'm sorry sir... but I rushed right here to tell you, I just got a call from security, they told me to tell you that there's an emergency over at one of the ticket stalls, apparently someone from 21wrestling just purchased a ticket, and is in the arena right now." The voice continued, as Joe suddenly spat out the mouthfull of sprite he'd just gulped into his mouth.

"FUCKING, WHAT? THEY LET SOMEONE FROM 21WRESTLING INTO THE ARENA... I THOUGHT I SPECIFICALLY..." Joe stopped, his nose was bleeding again.

"Sir, I think you should relax... fury to the point of a nose bleed isn't." But she never finished, a bleeding Joe had already leapt out of his seat and pushed arrogantly past her... storming down the corridor in pursuit of the mystery 21wrestling superstar...

... who'd been lurking in the shadows of a doorway to the basement... as he'd watched through the narrow crack of the door, he'd seen Joe Campbell storm out of the door to his office, leaving it... and himself, wide open.

The fun and games, it seemed, were about to begin.

Turning to the door, he slowly creaked it shut... noticing that Joe had conveniently left the keys in it.

"And a certified genius too." Kinkade chuckled to himself as he twisted the key and heard the lock click shut, he tossed up the keys and promptly whipped them into his pocket before striding over to Joe Campbell's desk and leaning back in his plush leather seat, kicking his feet up onto the table.

"So lets see what we have to see." Kinkade said to himself, sliding open Joe Campbell's desk drawer.

"Porn, vodka and a handgun... such a resourceful individual." Kinkade continued, picking the porn man up and allowing the centrefold to drape open.

"Urgh... there's mature, and then there's prehistoric... ah well, different strokes for different folks I suppose, the sick freak." Kinkade shuddered to himself, hurling the mag back into the drawer and slamming it shut.

"Interesting..." Kinkade said inquisitively as he eyed Joe's still turned on computer.

"EWrestling planet eh? Looks to me like we have a closet wrestling fan on our hands... wait a minute, what do we have here?" Kinkade said to to himself as he moved the mouse across the screen, reading the message Joe had started to type as he did.

Personally... I think the fWo is a load of bollocks anyway, it should never come back... in fact it should die a horrible death via bleeding from the anus, nobody cares about it anyway... what a rubbish website, as soon as it gets a new design then maybe it'll be worth considering reopening the promotion, because at the moment its in a slump.

Speaking of slumps, the Asylum isn't in one... perhaps you should head over to their website to view some of the magnificent things they do there, I even hear that there's a secret pornography area that's completely free... so you might want to head over to http://www.asylumfighting.com right now to...

"I take it back, such an angry little man." Kinkade said shaking his head, suddenly he smiled to himself... and started to type.

Personally... I think the fWo is a load of bollocks anyway, it should never come back... in fact it should die a horrible death via bleeding from the anus, nobody cares about it anyway... what a rubbish website, as soon as it gets a new design then maybe it'll be worth considering reopening the promotion, because at the moment its in a slump.

Speaking of slumps, the Asylum isn't in one... perhaps you should head over to their website to view some of the magnificent things they do there, I even hear that there's a secret pornography area that's completely free... so you might want to head over to http://www.asylumfighting.com right now to...

See me make love to old aged pensioners, because my name is Joe Campbell... and I look at porn featuring the elderly, by the way... I have a severe drinking problem... and a potential murder weapon in my desk drawer, arrest me now!

CLICK.

Kinkade smiled demonically as he posted the message on the forum, chuckling to himself... he leaned back in the chair and rested his hands back on his head, he had some thinking to do... for the night was still young.

"I STATED, SPECIFICALLY... SEVERAL TIMES TO YOU MORONS AT THE START OF THE NIGHT, THAT YOU WERE TO LET NOBODY... THAT'S N O B D Y FOR THE IDIOTS AMONGST US, INTO THIS ARENA... IF THEY HAD ANYTHING TO DO WITH 21WRESTLING." Joe screamed once again, breathing heavily.

"Now lets try this again... you FUCKING IDIOTS, WHAT. DID. HE. LOOK. LIKE?" Joe roared... only to be greeted by complete silence.

"ANYONE?" Joe screamed, his nose still pulsating with red blood.

"I... well sir... I"

"WHAT? MEH MEH BLEH CRY? SPEAK UP YOU GIMP!" Joe screamed at a young man trying to speak.

"Well sir... he kind of looked like, him." The boy said with a gulp, pointing over Joe's shoulder.

Joe turned to be greeted with an Immortals promotional poster.

With Kellen Kinkade on the front.

Joe gulped as well.

He lowered his head and made his way back to his office.

Gwen looked down at what the doctor was doing, he had let her know that four of her ribs were broken from last week’s battle. She was currently being bandaged up.

“This be the asylum lad, I don’t much think that a wee many of the folks here is fit to compete. They fight weekly anyways though, beaten and battered. A wee bit of woundage won’t keep me down Doc, I be in fighting spirits tonight”

Gwen swallowed some whiskey as the doctor finished with the bandages. She hopped down from the examination table, and exited the room, leaving the doctor shaking his head in disapproval.

Joe Campbell turned down the handle of his office door, but it didn't open.

Because it was locked.

Joe's eyes had narrowed.

"What the fuck is going on here..." Joe snarled... tugging hard at the door.

"WHO'S IN THERE!?" Joe screamed "IS THAT YOU KINKADE!? IT BETTER NOT BE... BECAUSE IF IT IS... I'LL KILL YOU, NOW OPEN THIS DOOR! OPEN. THIS. DOOR!" Joe screamed in despair, yanking on the door handle.

"FINE THEN!" Joe said... calming down.

"If you won't fucking open it... maybe Tyler and Sean will, which is too bad for you, fucker." Joe said, laughing insanely as he backed down the corridor.

"Tyler and Sean, mean big fucking table... good luck boys." Kinkade said with a smirk, before moving over to Joe's desk and sitting on the seat again.

"Hmm, lets see... if Tyler and Sean are going to kill me... I would presume that such an account of murder on an individual not contracted to the Asylum would be a police issue, ah well... better protect myself." Kinkade said with a sinister grin.

He picked up Joe's phone, and dialled three simple numbers.

9 1 1

"Hello, yes... I'd like to report a murder threat... yes, no problem... its Kellen Kinkade, and I'm calling from the Dodgers Stadium, please hurry... I don't know how long it'll be before this guy does what he says he's going to do." Kinkade said, hanging up and phone and smiling to himself.

Public enemy number one, was now America's most wanted too.

It was Lonnie.

He pulled the door to and walked off inconspicuously. However, what he didn't realize was that the door was slightly a jar and the camera crept up, stuck the lens in the crack of the door and listened in on the conversation.

cHEESE spoke first, "now what is it we're doing again?"

"We're going to write a letter." egg NOG replied, licking the end of a pen and taking it to paper.

"And why?"

A voice off camera said, "fame gentlemen, for fame."

cHEESE looked confused as egg NOG continued to write. "Aren't we already famous?"

"We are," the voice started, "but this will make us bigger than the Beatles!"

cHEESE nodded, "the Beatles, eh? Impressive."

"Don't give this guy any mercy... I want you to fucking rip off his arms and legs and beat him to death with them, teach the bastard to sneak into my fucking office and lock me out of it, god knows what he's doing in there.

"It'll be a pleasure." Inmate sneered back to Joe.

"And when we're done with this little faggot, we can get to work on that stupid prick Hypnosis." Token piped up.

"Besides Campbell, who's his partner tonight anyway?" Token asked.

"You'll see Sean, you'll see." Joe said with a smirk, as the three continued to pace with intent down the corridor.

"Ah yes, hi there... I'm calling on behalf of Joe Campbell from the Asylum... I was wondering if I could speak with Mr. Corteia?

Oh... he's getting ready for the Show? Well... if you could please let him know that the show has been cancelled this week, I'd be very grateful... thanks a lot, goodbye." Kinkade said, struggling not to snigger as he hung up the phone, he'd managed to convince a good portion of Joe's roster that the Show wouldn't be happening tonight.

"Hmm..." Kinkade thought to himself "What else can I do to fuck Joe's day up? Ah yes... of course." Kinkade said with a smile, picking up a "Guinness" mouse mat from Joe's desk and examining the number.

A few button presses later, the number was ringing.

"Oh Hi!" Kinkade said jovially "I was just looking to make an enquiry about purchasing a few crates of your fine product...

... yes ...

Oh, say... about five hundred?

Yes... five hundred crates.

Well, I know it sounds a little outlandish.

Who? Well... they're for Joe Campbell.

Ah, I knew you'd understand.... anyway, if you could deliver them all to the Dodgers Stadium pronto, that would be most awesome.

Thanks a lot, bye." Click, Kinkade hung up the phone and laughed out load to himself... he got to his feet... and made his way toward the door.

"Here's the plan... Pete and Sean, you fucking destroy that door and drag the little runt out, the rest of you... when he gets out here I want you to break his skull into several small pieces." Joe sneered, a small sound of dissent echoed through the security guards, they knew full well that their job was not to bust people up.

"On the count of three... Pete, Sean... get ready.

ONE!

...

TWO!

...

THR-

..."

CLICK.

As Token and Inmate prepared, the door promptly swung open, a smiling Kellen Kinkade standing in the doorway.

"Can I help you gentlemen?" Kinkade said with a grin... suddenly Token and Inmate rushed toward him, as did Joe... but the security guards held firm, rushing in and pulling them away.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Joe screamed "LET ME GO, DO YOUR JOBS... THIS GUY BROKE INTO MY OFFICE!"

"Hey, I didn't break into anywhere Campbell... I was just looking for the bathroom, besides... you didn't lock this baby up..." Kinkade said with a wry smile, tossing the keys over to Joe.

"FUCK THAT! ESCORT HIM FROM THE PREMISIS, HE HAS NO RIGHT TO BE HERE!" Joe continued to cry, eyes bulging.

"Err, well actually Joe, that's where you're wrong... see this?" Kinkade held up a ticket.

"Its a ticket, gives me just as much right to be here as you do... now if you don't mind, I'd like to go and watch some matches." Kinkade chuckled... pacing away.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Joe screamed "NOOOOOOOOOO! COME BACK BITCH! I'LL GIVE YOU A FUCKING MATCH!"

Kinkade turned.

"Oh yeah?" He smirked.

"YEAH, YEAH!" Joe roared "HOW ABOUT IT CHAMP? YOU AND ME IN THE ASYLUM!? I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU... COME ON! WHAT DO YOU SAY? I WON'T LET ANYONE INTERFERE... JUST YOU AND ME!" Joe screamed, still physically restrained.

Kinkade laughed out loud.

"Deal." He chuckled... walking away as Campbell started to calm down.

And realise the consequences of what was supposed to be an idle threat.

Oh well, at least he had his office back.

That was what Booty Brown was as he sat back in his leopard skin sofa, kicking back, leaning on a large pillow. He couldn’t feel more proud of himself, the way he handled Masafumi Satake, the way he stepped out down the ramp with 21wrestling’s entire roster waiting to rip him piece by piece, the way…

Booty got in the wrestling ring and got his ass handed to him.

“Oh yeah baby!” Booty shouted to himself as he lifted his arms in the air. “I’m courageous! Lotus should be giving me some of that sweet Asian poonani soon!”

Cue: The angry woman.

The door’s handle almost broke off as it flung open, knocking into the white brick wall. Lotus wasn’t in the mood. She never is with Booty in the beginning. However somehow in the end he always finds a way to make her smile.

“Hey sweet thang, what do you think of sugar daddy now?” Booty asked as he puts his arms out for a hug.

Lotus walked over to Booty with both fist clenched, Booty was getting nervous and struggled to get up off his comfortable spot but as Lotus reached arm-distance he yanked him down by the pants before he could jump over couch. Booty screamed like a little girl however it was gagged as she chokes him with her foot.

”I told you not to do anything to Satake!”

“I’m sorry baby really. I just wanted to prove to you who the real man was. I mean, would HE have gone HERE and risked getting killed by all of us?” Booty paused. “Come on Lotus hunny, come to your senses. He doesn’t care about you like I do.”

She released him, and put her foot down. “I haven’t told you the full story. I haven’t told you what I remember.”

“Booty’s hear to listen baby, just fill me in. Can you filllll mee inn?” Booty sang Lotus broke a smile and he knew he had her.

However that wasn’t the case. “Its too much Booty,” Lotus said softly. “I - I think its time you find someone else to manage.”

“What? Come on, haven’t I been teaching you a lot of wrestling / fighting hybrid stuff that you should know in the Asylum? Haven’t I been loyal and a great friend?” Booty paused as Lotus turned her head. “Listen, I’m a one-woman man baby.”

Lotus froze, her eyes dropped and her fingers tightened into a ball. The weird thing was, it wasn’t Booty’s fault, it was what he said.

“What’s wrong?” Booty asked.

“Nothing. Just - nothing…” Lotus responded. She backed up a step before taking her bag and leaving out the door and leaving the arena.

Steve Christ.

Finding the door to Joe's office open, and no one to stop him in sight, he quickly entered.

"JOEY!"

Campbell instinctively flinched. He had more brains than a "Joey". His mouth opened up to tell this git he was going to make him his ventriloquist with his foot, but he immediately saw Steve Christ's figure loom over him and pocketed the witty comment.

"What do you want?"

"What do I want? I figured the e-mails and notices would've tipped you off."

"E-mails?" Joe hadn't checked his e-mail in weeks, it was full of arrogant twatfucks who loved 21w mocking him. Steve sighed. Then again , he thought, maybe I can beat it out of him like usual.

"I want Providence at seVered in a ladder match for the Extreme Title. The End."

Suddenly, the door opened behind him, and it was Providence. Steve immediately stared him down for a second before looking at the Extreme Title on his shoulder.

"You want me to kick his ass, Joe?" Providence smiled thinly at his boss, looking past his opponent. Joe waved off the comment. He thought about this. They were about FIGHTING. It was what this place was built on, and no matter what shit 21 wanking put him through, a violent fight would show them who was boss.

Who was going to rule at Immortals.

"I tell you want, gents: it's on. But don't get too violent--I may call you for the 12-man at Immortals." Campbell said this pointedly at Steve as he withdrew a contract from his drawer and added the ladder stipulation.

"Fuck you AND them. You want me in your corner, you're going to have to give me a hell of a lot more money. Otherwise you can both rot in New Jersey for all I care." Steve sneered at Campbell, and Providence shoved him aside to inital and sign the contract first, pushing the pen back to Joe.

"Better yet, instead of money, how about you give me a couple cracks at Nerva?" Steve chuckled, grasping the pen, not noticing the steely-eyed glare of the Extreme Champion behind him as he checked over the contract before signing.

"Hell, I already fucked over Lotus, and I hear you're giving her away like so many free RAW tickets. On second thought..." Steve quickly scribbled in his signature. "Don't. I prefer to get my crabs from Red Lobster. And as for..."

With a look of fury, Providence cinched Steve up and drove him through the table with The Fall. Joe just looked sadly at the wreckage as he picked up the untouched but signed contract.

"Come seVered, Steve...you'll know what it truly is to be fucked." With those words, Providence stomped off down the hallway.

Gwen O'Reilly vs Dawn Van Dammage

Her whole body burned with pain, and deep down she already knew she was going to lose this match. She took off her jacket revealing her bandaged arm to the crowd.

“Bullets” by Creed began playing and DVD stepped out from the back, in far better shape than Gwen. She nearly sprinted to the asylum, and smiled and the near-crippled Gwen.

Gwen hobbled to the middle of the ring where she came nose to nose with Dawn. The two women began screaming at each other, their adrenaline was rushing. Gwen wasn’t going to go down without giving off a few choice words.

“Stupid drunk bitch!”

Those words sent Gwen into a fit of rage, she tackled Dawn to the crowd and began pounding on her pretty face with fists of fury.

Left

Right

Left

Right

Right

blood

flows

beautifully

now.

Gwen had busted Dawn open, and she wasn’t letting up. She had gotten a very early advantage, and she planned to keep a grasp of that advantage for as long as she could. She brought her teeth down on the open wound and gnawed away at it, drawing only more blood.

Dawn screamed in pain and shoved Gwen off. Gwen was slow getting to her feet, too slow. She was hunched over when she felt a pair of hands entangled in her hair. Dawn began driving her knees into the injured ribs of Gwen.

With one final knee-strike, Gwen knew that one of her ribs had been broken further. Dawn connected with a stiff uppercut that sent Gwen backwards.

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It was hard for Gwen to find any strength in her battered body, but somehow she did.

5.

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She brought her upper body up, and came to a sitting position.

CRACK!!!!!

The crowd screamed when they saw the blood fly from Gwen’s skull. Dawn had driven her shin into the side of Gwen’s head. As quick as she had gotten up, she was back down.

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Her skull is nearly cracked you dumbshit, who do you think wins this match?

7.

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Dawn looked down at Gwen, disappointed with this week’s lack of a match. She shook her head in disgust and walked out of the ring as paramedics came down to aid the unconscious Gwen O’Reilly.

Gwen-2

Dawn-3

“I just don’t fucking get these bastards,” Joe said as he nervously wiped the sweat from his brow. “One minute they say they fucking love each other, the next minute they’re wanting to kick each other’s arses. I’m sick of it.”

“Isn’t their match at Severed a good thing, then?” Providence asked confused. “I mean, Forestrial and Villam are going out there, and one of them will probably end up dead. Hell, both of them might be gone. What’s the problem with that?”

Hearing Providence describe the death of another human being with such nonchalance took Nerva aback. She looked over at Providence and caught his eye, making sure he knew that she felt disturbed by what he had said. Providence seemed to shrink back in his seat for a moment but quickly turned back to Joe.

“The problem is that I don’t want either one of those fucks holding a fucking title going into this match,” Joe said sternly. “Do you fucking bad it would be if one of our champions killed another bastard in the ring? The fucking reporters would have a field day. That could cost me a lot of bloody money.”

“Well, what are you going to do about it then?” Providence asked, as his eyes met Nerva’s once more.

“It’s not one I’m going to do,” Joe said as he stared hard into Providence’s eyes. “It’s what you’re going to do.”

Nerva immediately looked down at the floor, wondering what Joe might have Providence doing this time.

Providence wondered the same thing as he looked back at Joe a little surprised.

“I want you to fight Forestrial tonight,” Joe said. “I want you to take that TV title away from him and make sure it’s in the hands of a deserving fighter like yourself.” Joe paused for a moment before continuing. “This is very important, Providence. I must get that title away from Forestrial before Severed. It has to happen tonight.”

Providence nodded his head and quickly got up from his chair to walk towards the door. As Joe leaned over to get something out of a drawer, Nerva looked over towards Providence and locked eyes with him.

Providence nodded again, this time to Nerva along with a smile before exiting the office.

No sooner had the others left, a new individual had arrived.

Joe Campbell's had flown open as it always did, raising his fists in a futile attempt at defense, he suddenly lowered them in sight of who had walked through the door.

"Oh, its you... does nobody fucking knock anymore, what the hell do you want?"

Hypnosis walked over to Joe's desk and leant in his face.

"I want answers, Joe... no more bullshit games... who the hell is my partner tonight in this match with Inmate and Token Weed? I've had enough of this shit... fucking Ricky Wasp, everyone knows that the big hick is a fucking racist anyway... real smart move putting him with me eh Joe?" Hypnosis snarled.

"I... well, yeah." Joe said with a pathetic grin.

"Yeah? So you think its funny that the big freak fucking turned on me during the match do you? You're one twisted fuck Joe... I'm beginning to wonder if it was even worth asking for a partner at all... I'd be better off on my own." Hypnosis grunted, making his way out of the office.

As he did... LLB marched past him.

"What do you want Campbell? And make it quick... the Law has other issues to attend to." LLB spoke at Joe with utter contempt and disdain.

"Ah Roland!" Joe said with a feigned amount of glee in his voice.

"Roland, meet Ty... Ty, meet Roland... your partner for tonight's match!" Joe said with a chuckle.

Hypnosis and LLB glared at each other.

As if things, couldn't get any worse.

But they could.

"Did you mail it?!" egg NOG shot out in excitement.

"Muh-muh-muh-mail what?" Lonnie said in a confused tone.

"The LETTER!" cHEESE shouted.

Clark shrugged, "luh-luh-letter?"

"GODDAMMIT!" egg NOG threw his arms in the air, spilling his drink everywhere. "Why must we associate ourselves with morons?!"

Lonnie laughed and pointed at the LoD members, "ffff-fff-fooled you!"

"What?!" cHEESE said completely lost.

"I jjj-juh-just muh-muh-mailed it."

egg NOG rubbed his hands together. "Eeeeexxxxxxxccccccellent."

cHEESE and egg NOG laid back in their chairs and toasted to each other.

The Show moved on.

Joe Campbell Vs Kellen Kinkade

The crowd rose to their feet as an extremely edgy looking Joe Campbell burst through the curtain and marched down to the aisle toward a match he didn't really want to be involved with.

A match with Kellen Kinkade.

Joe walked up the steps and into the Asylum a nervous man, looking extremely concerned, he did a touch of warm up shadow boxing as the arena started to buzz awaiting his first actual match for a long time, Joe never was an accomplished fighter, he could brawl and that was about it... but Kinkade's position was more interesting, as a wrestler... his fighting skills, if any... were questionable.

And that's when the crowd exploded.

Boos, cheers... jeers, everything... Kellen Kinkade rushed down the steps, pushing through the fans as he rushed down through the arena toward the Asylum, Joe gupled as he saw him approach... hopping up and down on the spot and preparing to go to battle, as Kinkade reached the ringside area he...

CRACK.

Hit the cold concrete floor with a sickening thud, his head bleeding as a vicious result of a wicked chairshot, from the Inmate.

Who with the aid of Token Weed, pulled Kinkade up and dumped him over the guard rail... and arrogant Joe Campbell had now procured a microphone.

"Hey Kade!" Joe said with an arrogant chirp in his voice "When I said nobody would hurt you, I only meant during our match! I don't hear any bells ringing... so unfortunately, I think that makes you fair game! Boys... soften this little fucker up!" Joe laughed.

As Inmate pulled up Kinkade by the hair, leaving him prone... to a PUMP KICK!

Kinkade hit the floor hard, now motionless as a result of Token's wicked kick... was given no time to rest, quickly brought up by the hair, Inmate and Token sent him slamming into the unforgiving ring steps, injured shoulder first... with a sickening clang, a duel throw sending him into them with huge velocity.

Clearly, someone had been doing their Uncut homework.

The two picked up Kinkade and dumped him into the Asylum... where Joe Campbell waited like a rabid dog.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

Three hard kicks to Kinkade's ribs, Token Weed and the Inmate slinked up the aisle like a pair of wolves that'd just stripped a carcas, disappearing through the curtain... they left Joe to finish off with the bones.

CRUNCH!

A stiff kick to the ribs later, Joe was parading around the Asylum with a huge smirk on his face, the referee started to count the downed Kinkade... who looked in a bad way.

1

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9

NO!

NO!?

"NOOOOOOO!" Joe screamed as Kellen Kinkade struggled up to his feet... he quickly rushed in, only to be near decapitated with a wicked heel kick from Kinkade!

As the two crashed to the canvas, it was Kinkade... with some delay, whom was the first up... Joe staggered to his feet, bleeding from the mouth now, as well as the nose... and rushed forth at Kinkade, only to be taken by the scruff of the neck and thrown skull first into the Asylum mesh with his own momentum!

Kinkade was unrelenting however, taking a handfull of Joe's hair... he pounded away at his face, Joe's minions now powerless to help him, as Kinkade snarled through the blood pouring down his face.

"Allow me to introduce you to a new hold of mine, Joe... I'm sure you'll like it, I call it the Cold Embrace." Kinkade snarled, lifting Joe and locking him into a cobra clutch, wrenching viciously... he suddenly propelled forward... driving Campbell skull first into the canvas.

But... he wasn't finished, nor was the "Cold Embrace" as he'd aptly named it.

With Campbell face down on the canvas, Kinkade kept the cobra clutch locked firm, before scissoring Joe's free arm and wrenching back... a hybrid crossface/cobra clutch was locked in... and for Joe Campbell there was no escape.

And he knew it.

"I'd tell you to go to hell Campbell, but I'm afraid you might enjoy the trip... so instead I'm going to make you stay here...

... with the pain." Kinkade sneered, wrenching back the hold as Joe screamed in agony before releasing a resounding "I QUIT! I SUBMIT!" cry which echoed through the arena.

The crowd started to boo Joe's poor showing as Kinkade finally released his tight grip and left an agonised Joe Campbell to squirm around the canvas... the fun and games however, weren't over.

As several Police Officers suddenly rushed down to the Asylum.

"That's the guy right there..." Kinkade coughed staggering back "That's the guy that threatened to kill me... you can throw in an assault charge to boot, although the best shot would be attempted murder." Kinkade said with a sinister grin, as the officers cuffed Joe Campbell and towed him kicking and screaming to the back as Kinkade trailed up the aisle behind them.

When 21wrestling invaded just weeks ago, he thought his worst nightmare had come true.

But as the police dragged him past five hundred crates of Guinness paid for by his credit card, he saw the smiling face of Kellen Kinkade, and realised... that his worst nightmare had only just begun.

Forestrial Cirpini(c) vs. Providence
(T.V. Title)

No pity. No remorse. No compassion. No fear. No anger.

All that mattered was completing the mission.

As Providence climbed into the cage, his music ended, and the sound system was silent for a moment. Then, “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails sounded, and the fans continued booing as Forestrial Cirpini walked out from the back. Forestrial held the TV title in his left hand, as it dangled and brushed against the arena floor. The sounds of the crowd and the music drowned out everything, as Forestrial silently walked to the cage and dropped the TV title outside the cage. After taking a moment to look around, Forestrial slowly entered the cage.

The two combatants stood face to face in the cage, but something seemed wrong. While Providence quickly readied himself in a defensive position, Forestrial just stood there. His arms hung down to his sides, and his face stared forward blankly. Providence stood for a couple of moments before he decided he would take the first swing. Providence’s fist connected with Forestrial’s jaw and send the TV champion staggering back. Providence followed that up with another punch to the face, and a hard knee to the ribs to double him over before hitting Forestrial in the face with his knee. Forestrial fell back onto the floor, his arms and legs sprawled out, as he struggled to get back up.

“I came here to fight you. Now fight!” Providence yelled down at Forestrial. Instead of fighting, however, Forestrial just looked up at Providence and slowly got back to his feet.

Seeing Forestrial just standing there, Providence decided to do more damage, charging forward and ramming Forestrial back against the side of the cage. As Forestrial, slumped down, Providence rammed Forestrial’s head back against the cage, again and again and again.

“Fight me, you pussy! If you’re going to lose, at least lose with some fucking dignity!” Providence continued yelling, but it was no use. Forestrial was simply not going to fight back, and the fans started booing because of it.

However, that wasn’t going to stop Providence from punishing his opponent. Providence lifted Forestrial up and stretched him across the cage, repeatedly driving the edge of his elbow down across Forestrial’s throat. Forestrial gasped for air and grabbed for his throat, but Providence would not relent. A flurry of left and right hands left Forestrial’s face a bloody mess, with Providence’s hands stained red as well. Finally, Providence went for the kill.

Providence pulled Forestrial into the center of the cage and executed “The Schism” on Forestrial. As Forestrial’s throat smashed across the barricade, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and the torture was finally over.

The official raised Providence’s hand in victory and presented him with the TV Title belt.

Providence looked down at the championship belt, knowing just how much this had meant to Joe. It meant a lot to Providence, but this had been for Joe.

Another title and another job well done.

Inmate & Token Weed Vs Hypnosis & LLB

And for the second week running, the Asylum champion had entered to the music of his estranged team "partner" Token Weed, the two paced down the aisle to a hate filled crowd reaction as the music screamed across the pa system.

The term partner had been an interesting one, because there was foreboding feeling about the entire situation, it seemed as though everyone with the exception of the Inmate himself, realized that Token Weed, Sean Williams... was in it for reasons that ran far deeper than any friendship.

Reasons, of his own.

But for a man that increasingly believed that he was Pete Borst, problems such as the trustability of his team partner seemed a distant and unimportant issue.

"Alright Pete, I know that you've dealt with both of these fucksticks before, so lets just make this as quick and painful as possible." Token snarled, as the two clambered into the Asylum and the crowd... seconds later, exploded.

"Black & White" by Static-X.

The Law, LLB.

Wearing nothing but black and white, LLB firmly believed that the outcome of the match would be the equivalent of the colours he wore, black and white... pure and simple, he... despite having Hypnosis for a partner... was going to win.

Ty Hughes, despite all of the hatred he had for him... was a good fighter.

This had been proven before, the two had gone through their fare share of battles, many ending unresolved.

As LLB reached the Asylum and glared at the two men waiting within, "Brutality" by Urban Voodoo blasted through the speakers... and the Hypnotic one made his entrance.

Hypnosis parted the curtain to a standing ovation from the attending crowd, he made his way down the aisle and exchanged a quick glare with LLB, which soon turned into a nod of agreement... the two perhaps understood, that if they were going to survive, they would have to cooperate.

The bell rang, and the two rushed the Asylum... instantly gaining the upper hand, LLB the first to do so, as the Inmate rushed at him with fists flying, he simply lifted him into the air, and drilled him to the canvas with a spinebuster take down, sitting on his chest and pounding him about the head as he did.

Hypnosis was next, countering a shockingly early attempt at the Pump Kick to Token with what he reffered to as the Demon Scissors, a Somersault dropkick which caught the unsuspecting Token straight in the mouth, toppling him to the canvas as Hypnosis took his chance to get in some blows, rushing over and pounding the downed Token with punches and elbows.

The tides soon turned however, as the fighting skills of Token and the Inmate shined through.

Token struck first, catching Hypnosis with a hard kick to the groin from his downed position, as Hypnosis lunged forward in agony, Token sprung forth and smashed him in the mouth with a hard headbutt, knocking him back to the canvas bleeding profusely, Token got to his feet and proceeded to drill Hypnosis with hard kicks to the ribs and body.

And the Inmate was the next to spot an opening.

As LLB got too close, Inmate caught him about the temple with a wicked elbow... enough to daze him to an extent that Burton was able to clamber to his feet and ground the lawyer with a second elbow across the back of the neck, as LLB lay face down on the canvas his fate became the same as that of Hypnosis, he too was met with solid kicks via his aggressor.

Both steadily battled back however, as expected... Hypnosis and LLB were soon both on their feet dishing out as much punishment as they were taking, wild fists were flying and connecting, and in the Asylum environment... this was one of the more draining stalemates... neither of the four men looked like giving way, but each were tiring steadily, other means of advantage would have to be seeked, and they were.

Inmate took the lead, pulling LLB down by the leg the crowd roared in despair as he vigorously tried to turn him over into the feared SNAP! A hold which was rarely escaped... as he twisted and torqued... Hypnosis took a shocking advantage, hoisting up Token Weed onto his shoulders and looking for a move that had finished many an opponent off before.

Shocking turns of events however, were seldom rare in the Asylum.

In another shocking moment, Inmate locked in SNAP! Only for LLB to reach back and grab his ankles, tripping him the tides had suddenly turned, and LLB had locked Inmate firmly into the Testify.

Inmate screamed in agony as Hypnosis hoisted Token up for KTFO, aka Knocked the Fuck Out... Inmate and Token Weed's run of victories appeared to be coming to a close, until one man changed the complexion of the matchup.

The Great White Hope.

Ricky Wasp.

The crowd roared in shock as the massive beast appeared from nowhere and pulled Token Weed down from Hypnosis' shoulders... as Hypnosis turned... he was met by a wicked right hand from Wasp... and as he stumbled back, was easy prey for Token Weed, who promptly dumped Hypnosis over and out of the Asylum.

as the bell rang and Token celebrated to the sound of "Halo" by Soil... he quickly rushed over and caught LLB with a wicked punch, before pulling Inmate out of the Asylum and dragging him to the back.

LLB struggled to his feet and met eye to eye with Ricky Wasp, furious... he rushed at him but was shockingly lifted by the throat and slammed with authority to the canvas with "Purity".

As Ty Hughes rose to his feet on the outside, he realised he had been defeated once again... the sight of defeat was becoming far too familiar however... so familiar that it had even started to take shape, Hypnosis glared up into the Asylum... and stared defeat square in the eye as it stood over the fallen LLB.

Defeat for Hypnosis, was Ricky Wasp.