Somehow.

"No Borst... YOU go fuck yourself! I've had about enough of this shit, and I think everyone else has as well!" Inmate snapped back. "It's about time we finished this once and for all!"

"Too right. It's about time you finally get what you fucking deserve you piece of shit." Borst said coldly. Inmate ran his hand down his face slowly, shaking his head. "I don't believe it... you still think that I'M the one in the wrong."

"I don't think Burton. I KNOW. It's your father's fault for all this!" Borst shouted, waving his arm in Inmate's direction in a frustrated and totally unqueer fashion, might I add.

Inmate paused for a moment, before suddenly unleashing a powerful reply. "YOU KILLED HIM! WHY SHOULD I BE IN THE WRONG! YOU'RE AN EVIL PIECE OF SHIT!"

"He RUINED my wrestling career!" Borst snapped back, grabbing Inmate's vest. Inmate pushes him back and Borst gives him a quick two finger salute before continuing. "My one shot at the big time! Got me banned from wrestling in the US for good, and got me several years inside. All because he was a weak old man that could take a slap around the face, and because he RUINED my wrestling career."

"No Borst... YOU ruined your career."

"Shut the fuck up Burton. Your pop got off lightly. He took the easy way out." Borst said, nodding slowly. "He didn't get what he deserved for what he did. He just about ruined my life, but I managed to pick up the pieces in the end... but by topping it when I twatted him, he took the EASY WAY OUT!"

"You're sick... you know that? You're sick!" Inmate cried, and you could see he was close to swinging for Borst. And who could blame him?

"You know Burton... not a day goes past that I regret that whole deal though." Oh we've heard this before, and Inmate definitely has, as you could see the anger build up in his eyes. "Because like I've said on numerous occasions, that old bastard didn't get anywhere near what he deserved!"

Inmate lunges for Borst, but Borst steps back and shakes his head, laughing slightly. "I tried to forgive and forget. I tried to get retribution as well, and make you pay for what he did. But EVERY TIME you weasel your way out, like the scum that you are, like the scum that Jeff Burton was. This Saturday, it's my chance at last... to make you pay."

"WHAT?" Inmate cried with his hands high in the air. "And you don't call befriending me, before turning your back on me, fucking up my knee, throwing me down stairs, through a car window, putting me through the toughest match of my life, beating the shit into me when I'm out numbered, and almost ending my career due to the shit you've done to this knee... you don't call that payment? Especially when there was no payment due!" Inmate paused and took a few deep breaths to calm himself a bit. "Even if dad did deserve it, why do I?"

"You're his son. When I look at you, I see him. He was a piece of shit and so are you. This Saturday is my last chance... I was fucked over all those months ago, but this time, you're going down." And Borst animated that pointed by constantly pointing at the floor as he spoke.

"Too right this is your last chance Borst... WHEN you fail, you'll be GONE from the Asylum for good! Don't you know Borst, good always beats evil. You're destined to lose... you're a born loser. Look at the past few weeks... months even! It's all been going downhill! You're win loss record is shit, you've lost way more than you've won. Your wife turned out to be a lesbian that hates you. You're friends hate you. You LOSE to everyone now. Now you don't have anyone by your side to help you, there's no way you'll beat me."

"Shut the fuck up." Borst snapped back.

"Borst. Face it. You're a loser. A born loser."

"Th... th... that's it. Me. You. Right now. In the fucking ring. Right now." Borst stuttered, looking slightly uneasy. Inmate shrugs his shoulders and nods.

The fans roar, as Borst leads the way to the ring, bursting through the curtain and down the aisle, with Inmate following close behind. Both men are curiously wearing their ring attire, and look set to square off the moment they both climb into the Asylum. Borst grabbed a mic on his way in and addresses the situation once more.

"You don't know NOTHING Tyler. NOTHING." Borst says in an uneasy tone. "Next Saturday... you and me, a SCAFFOLD match. Yeah... YEAH. A scaffold match!"

"Borst. You only want a scaffold match because it only involves pushing someone off. It doesn't rely on your POOR fighting skills. But if you want a scaffold match, fine. We'll have a scaffold match. You'll fall, and you're career will be over. You know why?"

Silence.

"You." Pause. "Are a loser." Pause. "I." Pause. "Am a winner." Pause. "Look at everything that's happened. Face it Borst... your career is as good as over." Inmate says confidently. And he's probably right.

"SHUT UP! Fight me! FIGHT ME!" Borst bellowed, beckoning Inmate to come at him with his arms.

"Why? I'm just gonna wait until next week... you've suffered enough embarrassment over the weeks, and as much as I hate you, I don't want to put more upon your shoulders." Explained Inmate calmly.

"You're the loser Burton! You're the loser!"

"You're on breaking point Borst. Everyone can see it. You're gonna go crazy if you suffer yet more humiliation."

Borst just stares at Inmate with a spaced out look on his face, almost as if he's finally realising Inmate's right. Maybe this is his last chance... not at getting back at Inmate, but at saving his career.

"You're a born loser Borst. And you know it." Inmate said slowly, with a huge smile on his face.

"Fuck you." Borst grunted, before turning away from Inmate and motioning towards the aisle.

Suddenly, "Blood in my eyes" by Dimestore Hoods blares over the speakers, as Joe and his partner in crime, Kenny Rock, step out from the curtain and begin to make their way down the aisle. The music stops as Joe takes a mic at ringside, and points to the ring.

"You guys... I've got a proposition for you-" Joe said with a smirk on his face.

Borst just gives Joe a quick two finger salute, before clambering out of the ring and marching backstage and out of sight. Inmate is left all alone in the ring, and Joe is about to say something to him, but before he has a chance to, Inmate quickly said, "I'm outta here Campbell." before giving Joe a one finger salute; flipping the bird at him and storming backstage!

“Oi! Borst!?…. Burton!? Pff… fucking charming, I’ve been waiting to speak to you both all week and the minute I get a chance… you both fuck of-where the fuck are you going!?” Joe exclaimed, Kenny Rock suddenly deciding to turn and walk back through the curtain.

BOOM!

Joe is rocked, taking a few steps back and shoving his fingers in his ears as a massive firework explosion lights up the arena, “Mudshovel” by Staind blasts through the arena, and Kenny Rock enters for the second time within the period of a minute.

“What Camel… you actually thought I was entering with you to you’re suck ass music? Hah…gimme a break.” Kenny sneered, the argument between Kenny Rock and Joe that was becoming the trademark Sunday show, was about to kick off.

“Quite surprising actually wanker, I would have thought my low down dirty music would have suited you well, after all… just look at you, you’re really letting yourself go, I know I don’t pay you much, but you don’t exactly look “classy” with your roots showing like that… and don’t tell me you can’t afford to shave Kenny, because even Credible gets payed enough to do that.” Joe said with a grin, feeling himself take an advantage over Kenny Rock.

“Since when did my haircut and appearance have anything to do with me being a good fighter shitface? Anyway, you aren’t exactly one to talk when it comes to lookin’ good, at least I don’t like like the secret son of Elton John.” Kenny responded.

“Bah… fuck you, at least my entrance pyro doesn’t cost more than my haircut.” Joe fired back.

“At least my wife doesn’t suck more cock than a Bangkok whore.” Kenny retaliated, hitting a nerve with Joe.

“Fuck you asshole… if you want to deteriorate to that, we might as well settle things with a fight, I lost last time, but I wasn’t exactly feeling myself, I reckon there’s plenty of stuff around here that I could break across your head!” Joe said with a more violent and aggressive tone in his voice.

“Yeah, there probably is something around here you could break across my head… its called your face, but then me headbutting you would probably be considered a favour, now wouldn’t it Elt… Camel?” Kenny said arrogantly, he knew he was winning the war of words.

“Yeah… it probably would fuc… Kenny, just like me deciding to make you fight a QUALIFICATION match for the title tournament might be considered a FAVOUR too!” Joe said, smiling in the knowledge that this was the final blow.

“You can’t fucking do that! I earned my shot!”

“Oh I can… and I will Kenny, all I need to do now is find you an opponent.”

“Fine… find me one, I don’t care who it is… Credible, Borst… I can beat them all.” Kenny said arrogantly.

“Hmm, well… I was thinking more along the lines of Xearo.” Joe said with a smile.

Kenny frowned.

“But then, I don’t want you dead… I just want you humiliated… so perhaps A.D. would be a better choice!”

Kenny frowned.

“But then, I don’t want you to get knocked out after five seconds either… so lets see, how about… Sanjuro? Yeah… after all, he was saying just the other week how he was going to make someone pay, I think he meant me… but that’s a shame because its YOU that he’s going to come across face… I wonder how he’ll end it, choke you out with a dragon sleeper, knock youout with a superkick, nah… I think he’ll just get the old fire out and make a nice Kentucky Fried Kenny…” Joe was about to add a few more insults, but was cut off.

“Fine, fuck you Campbell! I’ll fight… I mean, BEAT! Sanjuro… but by my reckoning, that’s YOUR match out of the way… now its MY turn to book a few, I hope we don’t encounter any problems here.” Kenny smiled, he was about to drop a few bombshells of his own.

“But before I start to book Camel… I just want you to remind me of something, well… I say me, but I think if you think back to a day or two ago, when you told a crew worker to make sure that “security were on top form on Sunday”, while he was passing the message along, it somehow got to me… and that’s where the problem comes in Campbell, see… I couldn’t remember to tell the security guys wether to LET MARX IN, or keep him out… that might be a problem.” Kenny smiled.

“You fucking bastard… if he gets in here… im holding you responsib…” Joe never finished.

“That’s if you can hold me responsible Camel… after all… the last I heard, Marx near choked some guy to death a few days ago, he lost his job for it… I imagine he’s probably a little more than mad at you for putting his boss under so much stress in the last few weeks, perhaps he might want to get a little revenge?”

Joe gulped.

“Thought so, but hey…”

“Before you fucking start smartass… I’ll have you know that I’ve already sent out a note to everyone on the security team that * no * wrestlers/fighters/wankers from any other promotion are allowed to attend any events tonight, so Marx can stick any plans of getting to me back up his arse where he pulled them from.” Joe said, smirking at the fact that he was safe.

“Yeah… that’s all cool then Campbell, you’re safe… from all of those fighters and wrestlers in the other promotions.

But then Marx is unemployed, so even under you’re little rulings… the guy could walk in here and stab you to death, couldn’t he?”

Joe gulped.

“That’s right Camel… and I notice that you said that any fighters or wrestlers will be barred from the arena tonight….

That’s fine too, unless they’re already IN the arena…”

Joe gulped, again.

“But anyway! We don’t want to hear about you’re problems all night Camel… I have a show to book, but then again Camel… this whole booking shows and seeing what happens, its getting a little redundant, just like you’re haircut, it should’ve been left back in the 80’s… so kick back, relax… this is your, I mean MY Sunday show, lets see what happens.” Kenny smiled, turning and beginning to walk to the back, suddenly however… he stopped and turned.

“Oh yeah Camel… better say hi to Marx, he’s standing behind you.”

Joe frantically turned, only to see nothing, he turned back furiously, to see Kenny Rock’s grinning face.

“Loser.”

Callous can't help but burst out into laughter at that comment, before frantically trying to turn the TV off in the room.

"What? What's so fucking funny?!" Borst cried, before suddenly noticing what's on the TV screen. "You sick bastard! Filming the women in the showers!"

"Hey! This is great stuff man! Better than porn! There's gonna be some top lesbian action soon!" Callous said excitedly. "Zoe looks SO hot naked!"

The sound of the words lesbian and Zoe made Borst's blood boil, and when he saw Zoe on the screen, in the buff with fellow female superstars Nerva and Steph Connor, Borst almost exploded.

"Turn. That. Off. Now. Callous." Borst said slowly.

"This is good shit! No way! Why should I listen to you anyway? It's not like I like you anymore." Callous replied cockily.

WHACK!

Borst twatted Callous around the back of the head with a nearby waste paper bin, before kicking him hard in the gut several times. Borst took another look at the TV monitor to see Zoe happy as larry showering with two other women, in what Callous described as "better than porn" and had one reaction.

He pushes the TV over, causing it to explode on impact with the floor. Borst turns and marches towards the locker room door, stepping on Callous' groin as he goes "past" him. Borst turned to Callous as he's in the door way. "You're a fucking sick bastard, you know that? But not half as sick as that queer woman... my wife."

"YOU HAD TO DO IT!" Borst bellowed. "YOU KNOW HOW MUCH STRESS I'M UNDER! BUT YOU HAVE TO MAKE THINGS WORSE! YOU TWO FACED..."

"PETE! IT'S NOT HOW IT SEEMS!" Zoe cried, as she, Nerva and Steph Connor covered their particulars. Borst wasn't interested though. "You know exactly what you're doing. You'll all in on it... EVERYONE. All plotting against me... but it's not gonna work. You hear that woman? It's NOT gonna work! I'm not fucking loser, and tonight I'm gonna prove it!"

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!

The camera quickly followed him out and gets right up close to him. Borst peered down at the camera and had a strange look in his eyes. It's almost as if he's finally realised that this Saturday his career could be over... Inmate's words hit the spot, and he seems to be wanting to make the most of tonight and tie up any loose ends.

"One down... one to go. I'm no loser, and I'm gonna prove it... but this could be my last chance..." Borst muttered. "Queers and women can be crossed off the list now. And since this could be the last chance I get... I'm gonna go to something I've always wanted to go to." Borst said as he walked towards an exit from the arena.

"I'm going to a slaughter."

Loose ends will be tied up it seems... Borst doesn't see next Saturday possibly being the end of his career... his career is his life. And if his display moments ago is anything to go by, in the event that he does lose to Inmate next weekend, he's not gonna leave any unfinished business behind.

As Borst leaves the arena, screams of panic can be heard in the background, with Nerva heard shouting for someone to call the police, while Steph Connor calls out for EMT's.

“Dykes. All three of you.”

Nerva and Stephanie turned around and tilted their heads in anger. Their eyes locked upon Persephone’s presence. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and an air of confidence filled her, knowing that she was actually dressed in clothes as opposed to the towel-clad women before her. “Your misrepresentation of the Asylum’s female roster urges me to retch. Look at you all. You,” Persephone shot her eyes towards Nerva, “I saw your pretty little kiss with that bloody whore behind you. Where did the Asylum pick you up, off 108 Main Street? Your little corner?” Nerva clenched her right fist as tightly as possible.

“And you,” Persephone said while shifting her eyes over to Stephanie Connor. “I heard about your infamous video. Mind you I didn’t need to see it to draw the conclusion that you’re nothing more than another tramp that the Asylum picked up on the basis—” Stephanie interrupted Persephone’s diatribe with a stiff shove. Persephone sent a punch in Stephanie’s direction, but Stephanie trapped it, and a split-second later, Nerva sent a vertical right punch to Persephone’s jaw. Persephone lashed back with a spiteful back fist across Nerva’s face. Stephanie was ready to charge forward, but Nerva stuck her arm out and stopped her. “All right, all right,” Nerva said while rubbing her face, “you started something here, Persephone. If it’s tickin’ you, fight me. Hell, you can go find yourself a partner, and fight Steph and me if you want.” As if on cue, Callous strolled around and joined the heated conversation, leering his eyes down Nerva’s cleavage. “How’s it going, ladies?” Nerva caught his eye looking down her towel, and then tilted her head towards him. “Wait a minute… you’re the son of a bitch that planted that camera in my locker room! You perverted asshole!” She punched him in the face, but Callous took it as a good sign. She wants me, he thought to himself. He shook the shot off, and then had Persephone grab him by the collar. “I’ll accept this thing as my partner, and I’ll see you two out there. Just please… put some clothes on. Kids are watching.”

She released her grasp on Callous, and began walking away. Nerva searched for a final word, and decided on, “Your hair stylist must be ripping you off. What the fuck are you, a Chia pet?” Persephone stopped in mid-stride. “You should be one to talk with your highlights… unless you streak your hair yourself.” Stephanie patted Nerva on her bare shoulder. “Come on, Nerva, we gotta go get dressed.” Nerva nodded as Persephone’s figure disappeared down the hall. Both of the nearly naked women made sure that the medics were OK with Zoe, and then headed for their dressing rooms. Callous meanwhile stood alone in the hallway, nodding with a smile. “I can’t see a downside to this…”

“Bah, you fuck up one company and steal its title… and then all of them want a piece of the action, ah well… I suppose that’s the nature of Borst really, he can’t do anything without fucking up.”

“Sir, can we get this meeting underway” Voiced up what appeared to be the security team leader.

“Yeah yeah, keep your kecks on, anyway… right… tonight boys…” Joe looked at one female security guard who appeared to weigh around the 350 lb mark, Joe shuddered “….. and, erm… girl… tonight, well, do you’re jobs, but apart from the obvious, there are a few “individuals” that I don’t want in this arena tonight.

Joe stopped, before pulling the cloth off a huge pin up board.

Joe pointed first, to several images of 21wrestling superstars. “Okay… this motley crew, unfortunately seem to have regrouped, I don’t want any of these twats on my show tonight, simply because none of them are worthy… and they’ll basically try and spoil stuff, now… I know how a bunch of scruffy twat’s like these could probably easily be mistaken for civilians, but I must stress that you keep them out of the arena tonight.” Joe finished, before suddenly unveiling another board.

The security members mumbled.

“Now this waste of fucking space… he’s currently unemployed, but all the same… I don’t want this guy in the arena tonight, the guy has a fucking screw loose… so this man, he’s priority number one ladies and gentlemen.” Joe stopped. “And that’s about it, any questions?” Silence. “I didn’t think there would be, now go and do you’re jobs.”

Joe upped and walked away, as the camera focused on the image of the man in question.

“Mad” Max Marx.

Carnage-"Hello?"

Caller-"Don't trust him, Carnage."

A pause.

Carnage-"Who the hell is this?"

Caller-"Synn is not to be trusted. He's lying to you. He's using you."

Carnage-"I don't know what you're talking ab..."

Caller-"Of course you don't! He's manipulating you. I'll tell you the truth. Synn is much more than what he seems. There are layers to him, Carnage. He's using you for his own personal gain."

Carnage-"How do you know all of this?"

Caller-"..."

Carnage-"Answer me! Who the fuck is this?!"

Caller-"Just believe me. Trust me. You can trust can't you?"

Carnage-"Yes...NO! I don't know! Get out of my god damn head! I can't trust anyone anymore!"

Caller-"Especially not Synn."

Carnage-"FUCK YOU!"

click.

Carnage pulls the phone from the wall and hurls it across the room. The live feed to the arena is restablished.

Kid – “Nicodemus you fucking suck!!!”

Nicodemus does not even slow his pace just smiles as he keeps walking.

Kid – “Thank God for Borst because the Asylum would be bankrupt if they relied on shit like you to work the fed alone!!!”

This little remark gets the attention of the Death angel as he begins to slowly walk over towards the kid.

Kid – “What do you think you are going to do you cannot hit me!! Fuck you!!”

Nico – “You see what I mean when I talk about how the trash of society comes to see these types of shows. Look at you, you probably save up all your money that you get from your step dad, the money he uses to bribe you into keeping your mouth shut about your sexual games. What do you do with your money you come here and get in my face and think I care.”

Kid – “Hey you know what fuck you, you suck anyway we come to see Borst and Joe and not your sorry ass!!”

Nicodemus laughs at the kid trying to act tough.

Nico – “Fuck you, you suck was the best you could come up with. Well I think that your stepdad’s semen really has affected your brain!!”

The Kid yells in the face of Nico from behind the fencing. He spits at Nico who simply stares a cold stare at this young punk.

Nicodemus – “You see how tough you talk now when there is a fence keeping your body intact. When we get out into the arena there will be nothing that can protect you from me. Nobody who will protect you, So my warning to you is to be very aware of your surroundings…

You know what NO loitering means…”

Kid – “What bitch?!”

Nicodemus spits in the kid’s face.

Nicodemus – “It means fuck off!!!”

After that remark Nico simply turned away from the kid who is still yelling at Nico as he walks on with Hela in the arena.

Dark Vs Hypnosis
(Wrestling Match)

Oxide & Neutrino’s Devil’s Nightmare hits on the arena PA system and Hypnosis emerges from the entrance to a rapturous cheer. He doesn’t bother to acknowledge the fans however as he runs down to the ring, and slides in under the bottom rope. He leans against the ropes and bounces off them a couple of times, in an attempt to familiarise himself with wrestling again. He climbs the turnbuckle, and looks up to see fans cheering for him, so he raises one arm in the air, before dropping back to the canvas.

The cheers soon turn to boo’s as Dark makes his way out to “Guerrilla Radio” by Rage Against The Machine. Dark walks down to the ring, still looking a bit nervous at getting his wrestling match.

Hypnosis – “Now Dark, I know you were worried about not getting a proper wrestling referee, and that maybe you’d get fucked over again, but I thought I’d do you a favour and I’ve hired for one night only, Jon Merricks, the head referee of 21st Century Wrestling.”

Dark looks down the aisle and gulps as an official wrestling referee heads down the ramp. While Dark is looking down the ramp however Hypnosis has snuck up on Dark and now connects with a Bulldog Headlock.

The bell rings as this match is already underway, with Hypnosis already heading to the top rope. He waits for Dark to get to his feet who was surprised by the initial attack. Dark turns to see the Hypnosis flying off in an attempted Super Spear. Hypnosis connects with Dark’s midsection, however Dark still groggy from the bulldog DDT, falls backwards and inadvertently nails Hypnosis with an Implant DDT. Both competitors lie there motionless for a while, the early pace of the match obviously much higher than either of them had expected. Both athletes get to their feet at about the same time, however Dark has the advantage as he grabs Hypnosis and delivers a "Dark-driver II", a Cradle Tombstone. Dark gets a shower of boo’s from the fans as he gets back to his feet, obviously under the effects of an adrenaline rush. Dark picks up Hypnosis and sends him into the ropes. Hypnosis sees Dark is going for a back body drop, and elaborately jumps onto Dark’s back and jumps into the air. Dark wonders just what is going on and looks up to see Hypnosis coming down with a missile dropkick.

Hypnosis goes for a cover and the ref drops to the mat for the pin.

ONE…

TWO…

THR…(Kickout)

Dark gets out of the cover, and springs to his feet. The two stare down, before they start up a collar and elbow tie up. Dark knees Hypnosis in the gut, before locking on a front face lock, and apparently going for a DDT, but Dark lets go, and picks Hypnosis up in a fireman’s carry before dropping him into an Ace Crusher. It’s the “Dark Crusher”. And Hypnosis’ finisher “Knocked the fuck out”. Dark spins round to the fans to hear their boo’s but they almost immediately turn to cheers. Dark turns round to see Hypnosis back on his feet and looking very pissed off that Dark used his move.

Dark charges at him, and aims for a clothesline, but Hypnosis ducks slightly, and hooks up Dark up for the Sambo Suplex. He drives Dark down and Hypnosis slowly gets back to his feet, still feeling the effects of the “Dark Crusher”. Hypnosis pulls Dark up, and whips him into the ropes, but Dark has enough strength to reverse this. Dark again goes for the back body drop, and as Hypnosis tries to leapfrog him, Dark springs up, and plants Hypnosis into the mat with a Spinebuster. The crowd groan with the impact, and Dark looks to be trying to finish this one off, as he grabs his legs and locks on the Texas Cloverleaf, or Dark’s “Toronto Cloverleaf”. Wait… he’s elevating it.

That’s the “Hypnotiser”. Hypnosis screams in pain before using all his upper body strength to lift his body arms length above the ground, and forward rolling Dark and himself into a mess in the ropes, and referee is forced to break the hold.

Dark looks annoyed that he can’t put Hypnosis away as he waits for him to get to his feet. Dark gets impatient and lifts Hypnosis up, and brings him down with a Tiger Driver and remains seated for the cover…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Wait. No. Apparently Dark’s foot is under Hypnosis’ shoulder, the match must continue! Dark is angry at this turn for the worse and heads to the top rope. He poses for a bit and the fans get more into this match, some chanting for Dark, others urging Hypnosis to get to his feet… and he does. Slowly. He turns to see Dark coming off with what seems to be a double axe handle, but Hypnosis explodes at him, and spears him in mid-air.

Hypnosis has a look of pure anger on his face as he stands Dark up and props him against the ropes, only to superkick him, which sends Dark up in the air, and then stumbling towards Hypnosis. Big mistake. Hypnosis grabs Dark and execute an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. He spots Dark in the middle of the ring, and runs to the ropes, jumping off and executing an Asai moonsault. Dark’s finishing move, “Darkness Falls”. The crowd go ballistic at Hypnosis’ attempt to finish dark off with his own move, but Hypnosis isn’t down, as he picks Dark up and holds him in a fireman’s carry, before BANG, “Knocked the fuck out”.

Dark lay on the floor looking unconscious as Hypnosis rolls him over and pins him with one foot…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Hypnosis shakes Merricks hand in thanks for officiating this match and the two head backstage, Dark however is just coming to, and he grabs a mic.

“That never happened. Dark doesn’t lose at wrestling. Dark doesn’t lose, especially to you, so Dark has had an idea. Next week Dark and you will have a match. A normal, Asylum rules match, and no more bribing the referee, because this time Dark will pick the ref. And Dark says you better be… AHH!!”

During this speech Hypnosis has grabbed a chair, and throws it at Dark.

“Dark’s gonna make you pay for that Hypnosis. Get back here!!!”

Hypnosis walks off backstage, as Dark takes chase… but he decides against it, and puts the chair back, and just walks backstage looking dejected.

Yeah.

Alright. You do me this favor, I repay you back.

That's how it works.

You asked me first.

This Sunday then? Alright. On Sunday, they'll forget about the war, they'll forget about the invasion. This sunday...it's not longer Hostile Takeover...it's Hostile Grounds.

Biggs hung up the phone and leaned back on his chair. Nayomi walked over to his side and put one hand on his shoulder.

"Whats wrong?"

"I just sold my soul...and I loved every second of it."

Nicodemus(c) Vs Archangel
(Extreme title Deathmatch *4)

The two men begin to walk around slowly looking dead into each other's eyes be fore going into a tie up. The two men jockey then an arm wring by Nicodemus reverses into an armwringer by Angel. Nico with a pull of the hair but ArchAngel kicks up and Nico pulls the hair again an as Angel kicks up Nico nails him in the jaw with a stiff side kick. Nico does not waste time and grabs a lighttube shattering it over the head of Angel. Nico with a few more shots as he pulls up AA and tries to whip him into the barbed wire cell. Angel reverses it and Nico stops himself just short of the wire. He turns and the two men stare down. They tie up and Angel goes into a hammerlock but Nico reaches over and snap mares Angel to the mat and goes for a buzzsaw kick but Angel ducks it goes for a leg sweep but Nico jumps over it and lands a leg drop on the back of the head of ArchAngel. Nicodemus then pulls him up and goes for another whip but it is again reversed and Nico stop before the wire but as he turns he gets gored by Angel into the exploding barbed wire. As the huge explosion rocks the arena both men are down but ArchAngel gets up quickly and nails Nico with a couple of light tubes before going to the outside and grabbing a tack covered STOP sign from
a fan

Angel walks back into the ring and nails Nico in the face with the sig. Nico takes a moment to get up but we can see a few tacks stuck in the top and side of his head. Nico is hurting as he gets to his feet slowly only to get taken down by a mafia kick form Angel. Angel with a few more shots then he lifts up Nicodemus and hits him with the Sign again. Nico is staggered as Angel execute an Angel slam into the glass pane in the corner as glass sprays everywhere. Nico is bleeding pretty badly as Angel goes for a powerbomb but Nico slides out of it goes for a spinkick which is ducked by angel but Nico catches Angel as he gets up with a second sp9inning high kick. Nico quickly goes to the outside and gets a bathroom mirror with "Asylum" spelled out in tacks on it. He sets it up on two chairs and powerbombs angel into it. the crowd chants "holy shit" as Angel sits up and we see tacks glistening in his back. Nico does not waste any time as he pulls Angel to his feet then quickly lifts Angel up for a cradle DDt but drops him over his knee with the Cradlebreaker. Nico doe not waste any time and quickly nails Angel with a few swift kicks then goes for a tombstone which Angel bridges backward and goes for a tombstone of his own as he drops down with a seated tombstone. Angel then takes Nico and sets him up for Retribution then plants him on the tack covered stop sign

The two men continue to brawl and exchange weapons shot as glass is shattered everywhere throughout the entire cell. Nico with a knee to the gut of Angel then he takes a mace made of lights and smashes them over the back of Angel before pushing him out of the cell and near the crowd. Nicodemus grabs a lightube covered crutch and shatters it into the face of Angel as he begins to bleed as well. Nico pulls some of the tacks from his head as he continue to kick and punch Angel. Nico grabs a hold of Angel and goes for a powerbomb but Angel reverses it into an X factor slamming Nico face first into the floor. Angel continues to punish Nico then he whips him into the cage and gores him into the barbed wire. Nico falls as his hair gets caught in the wire. Angel begins to climb to the top of the cell as the fans go wild. Nico finally gets his hair unstuck as he climbs to the top of the cell. Both men are 20 feet in the air as the exchange punches, Nico ducks a right hand form Angel and hits a blue thunder driver. Nico calls for 2 chairs as the fans thrown them. Nico catches one and hits Angel with it, Nico sets up the two chairs facing each other and steps between them as he goes to powerbomb Angel into the chair he falls dropping Angel backwards
face first into the other chair. Nicodemus then continues to attack as he grabs Angel and set him on the chair. Nico then gets a run and yakuza kicks Angel out of the chair. Nico calls for another chair and gets it as he sets up 2 chairs with on laying across then, Nico goes for a front layout suplex on to the chairs but it is blocked by Angel who reverses it an brainbusters Nico through the chair setup. Angel does not relent as he quickly grabs a hold of Nico and hits the Chokenstein on two of the crushed chairs. Angel wants to finish it off as he picks up Nico on his shoulders for what looks
like an Assault Driver. He is standing in front of the barbed wire boards and yells for the people to throw their tubes etc. on to the wire. Lighttubes, mirrors, a tack covered toy bat and god only know what else gets thrown on the table as Harbinger has come to ringside splashes the mess with an open bottle of ronsignol and lights it. The lighttubes, weapons covered barbedwire table is a blaze as Nico gets flipped forward down from the top of the cell into the flaming mess with the Assault Driver. Glass shatters everywhere as Nico roll so out of the mess with his back still flaming a little bit before it gets put out. the ref calls for the bell.

"HAHA- will the fuckhead queer backstage please stand up? Yah, I mean you...Xearo" the crowd barely reacted to the name. "Yea. Word backstage is that you tried to rape Jen. HahahHAHA...what kind of fucking stupid queer are you? Jen isn't the smartest bird in the canary cage, if you know what I mean. Ya' know, she doesn't exactly have it all there. How is it possible to screw up a rape? Heh, you must've had your mind on something else, eh? Something shiny? Bound in Leather? DH paced the ring a bit and smiled, he looked towards the official for something....

"Oh, it's understandable though...I know what you want..." The official handed off the U.K title to Double Hard. "This!" He says pointing to the UK title. "..Is Mine. Does the belt say - 'Big Stupid Fuck-Up's Title?' - No, it doesn't. It's the -UK title-, meaning only true brits can hold it...

"Not, retarded, fucking yanks like yourself."

"Take some time, out of your day and talk to Jen. Hahahaha....TALK to her you idiot. Ask her what she wants...a true MAN like me? Or a cunt-arse, flaming queer, yank like yourself? Hahaha...I already know the answer.....It's me she wants." Double chuckles a bit to himself and leans over the railing of the wire mesh staring a hole into the curtains leading backstage.

"So, I'll tell you what, dude. You put up Jen. I'll put up....The U.K title. Heh. When, I win - I'll be taking Jen back and when you lose you'll go back to your curb in L.A and allow yourself to be pisses on by the stray dog running lose through your streets. Hahahaha...."

"Tell me something, Dude. How does it feel to wake up everyday, not having the simple liberty to laugh, cry or shout? I know it's the shits. But that's the way your yank God made you. Tell me something, dude. How does it feel to look at a fit bird like Jen and realize that you can never have someone like that? How's it feel to look at me, look at how much of a Double Hard bastard I am and look at these muscles and this panty dropping smile and realize that you can never amount to what I am?"

Double Hard laughs this time....

"It's the shits I know..but that's how your yank God left you....why don't you just...fold up your cards and stop playing this game? eh-!?"

"Tourette's" By Nirvana" pours through the PA as Xearo enters with Jen in tow. Xearo stands there silent a bit clueless of what to do. He looks at Jen...and an official walks up with pen and pad. Xearo scratches a few letters down on the pad. Jen offers a side-glance at Xearo as he hands her the pad...she begins to giggle a bit while reading....

'Wha' eva'...let me tell you something about your bitch...' "Hey, I'm no bitch!!" She yells...Xearo prods her a bit to keep reading...

'She was...on her...period when I fucked her?'

"Gawd, that's really sick...and it DIDN'T even happen!!" The crowd laughs at Xearo and certain section of british fans start a 'queer' chant. She continues...

'Yeah...laugh it up...'

"How'd you know, they'd laugh?"

'The fact is you have no idea what you're about to witness. I...am going to rib...err...rip...apart Double Tard's intestines and stuff them down that fat fucking.....neck o' his.'

"Tee-hee, I rather liked that part...sorry Double-honey!!"

'We aren't going to have a match...I'm going to fucking kill you'

"That don't sound good, babe..."

Synn-"Our time is now. Just one week ago, Drax stepped up to the plate and smashed one out of the park. Not a baseball, but a non-believer. Someone who had lost his path."

Carnage is noticeably distracted. His mind seems to eb wandering. Synn walks over to him.

Synn-"I have something for you to watch, Carnage. This tape will set you on the path of your destiny."

Synn walks to the VCR and monitor and pushes it in front of Carnage. He puts in the tape. Suddenly Carnage's attention is drawn tight as stitch to the video monitor. Images of Kodiak Vic Creed and Carnage battling it out in times past flash across the screen. Something twitches slightly on the left side of Carnage's face. His eyes open wide. His tight-as-a-stitch attention becomes too tight. he snaps.

He throws his now vacated metal folding chair into Drax's face and lunges out for Synn. He tackles him and the two topple to the floor. Carnage throws wild punches at Synn's upper body and face, then leaps from the floor and storms out of the room. Drax, slightly bleeding, begins to make chase but is halted by Synn, who then points at the camera. With one swing of his bear like paw Drax floors the camera man and the shot cuts quickly to the arena.

Double Hard(c) Vs Xearo L'Vagrant
(U.K. title)

"Tourette's"by Nirvana Burns over the speakers yet another time tonight. Xearo quickly enters with Jen and hops over the railing warning Jen to stay outside with his finger. In turn...

"Bored" by Deftones plays and Double Hard makes a cocky B-Line for the Asylum. He yells something up at Xearo before jumping in. The bell goes off and the two circle each other...

Xearo goes in for an attack but receives a head butt instead. DH follows that up with several hard right forearms to the side of Xearo's head. DH locks Xearo in a headlock and begins raining blows down on the top of Xearo cranium. The mute wiggles out and give Dh a roundhouse to the back of his head. DH turns around...

Smack!

Only to get smashed by a hard Sidekick from Xearo. Xearo switches his stance and follows up with some light sidekicks from his right leg, only to switch up into a leg sweep. DH stumbles to the mat and jumps on top of him nailing him with mounted punches! Then, Xearo quickly switches up into a hard arm bar on DH. Xearo bends the arm back, hyper-extending the joint...The mute holds DH's arm with one hand...but then starts to send hammering punches directly onto DH's Bicep!! Double Hard refuses to tap out, however as he reaches up with his free hand and scratches Xearo's face!!

The crowd boo's Dh a bit for such a pansy move. Xearo is wiggling in pain on the mat as Dh gets to his feet and plants a couple of boots into the back of the mute’s head. Xearo slowly tries to get to his feet...but DH just presses on with the stomping. Xearo quickly crawls over the edge of the Asylum and stands up a bit, DH charges him and....

Nearly gets thrown out of the asylum via a telegraph from Xearo. Nearly as...DH is hanging on for dear life...Xearo sees his chance and begins just relentlessly pounding away at Double Hard! But he won't go over, Xearo kicks him a couple of time but...

Xearo looks over the edge only to see Jen propping DH up with a Steel Chair!! DH uses the distraction to tumble back into the Asylum. Xearo turns around...only to have his face smashed in with one of DH's Head butts! DH wraps his hands around Xearo's neck and begins choking the life out of him! To add insult to injury, Double Hard hits the mute with a few more head butts! Xearo’s face is all bloody as DH lifts the mute off of his feet. Double slowly turns around with Xearo raised over his head and ever closer to the rim of the Asylum...Double Hard are dominating Xearo with pure power. The mute is nearly losing consciousness as DH yells something to Jen....

Jen nods and unfolds the chair on the outside.

No...That’s not right...

DH yells something else...

Jen reaches under the Asylum and pulls out.....

A table.

DH lifts Xearo up a bit more leaving the mutes legs Dangling in the Air...

WHAM!

Xearo managed to kick DH quite hard in the testicles.
Bad move however as DH Drops Xearo sending him into crashing into the Table Below!! The Usual Holy Shit chants start up. As Jen ignores the unconscious mute and enters the Asylum to take care of DH.

Synn Vs Carnage Vs Deicide
(Triple threat)

Caller-"Heh heh...guess who?"

click.

"Bible Basher" blares over the house sound system and Deicide, last seen being beaten to a pulp be Drax, strides toward the Asylum.

Deicide-"Did you enjoy that, Synn? Watching you're plans fall to shit, I mean. I know you, and you must be pretty pissed right about now. Heh heh...man. That was funny. Oh and case you didn't guess, that was me making a little phone call to your nut ca...oops, I mean EX- nut case tag partner Carnage.

"Guilty Conscience" stops Deicide short and Carnage charges toward the Asylum.

Deicide-"Whoa, whoa, whoa...you want some, that's fine with me...but I want to up the stakes a little. Synn, get your ass out here. Three way elimnation style. I'll take care of this psychopath and then I'll break you in two."

Carnage climbs into the Asylum and paces back and forth unsteadily, eyeballing Deicide. Then...

"The Fight Song" and a chorus of boos signal the enrance of Synn. His followed closely by a mountian of a man named Drax. Synn walks toward the caged in battle grounds and climbs in. A bell rings and the match is officially underway.

Wasting no time, Carnage tackles Deicide and the two being to exchange blows on the canvas. Synn leans casually against the Asylum and watches the melee.
Synn watched on satisfied, as Deicide and Carnage tore away at each other on the canvas, Deicide elbowing Carnage in those nose several times until it finally popped in a shower of blood, before Carnage grabed him by the hair, turning him over and biting into his forehead!

Deicide began to bleed as a brief smile crept across Synn’s face, as Carnage used his nails to claw down Deicide’s face, prompting yet more blood, Carnage rolls to his feet and stops for a moment, staring intensely at Synn who simply returns the same icy glare, the glare was broken however, as Deicide got to his knee’s and caught Carnage with a hard low blow!
Carnage stumbles back, before regaining his composure and sprinting at Deicide! CRUNCH! Deicide takes Carnage out with a vicious spear to the ribs, knocking him down onto the canvas, Deicide got to his feet, the blood still pouring from the gash in his forehead and a scratch in his cheek, he turned, to see something which boiled his blood.

Synn, still leaning against the mesh, completely unscathed! Suffice to say, it didn’t take Deicide long to snap, whack! Whack! WHACK! Three rock solid kicks to Synn’s ribs occurred, before Deicide pulled him up, and slammed his skull against the mesh! Deicide lashed into Synn with rights and lefts as Synn tried to retaliate, however… both men suddenly heard something which was a clear warning signal to get out of the way.

“DIE! AhahAHahAHAHA!” Carnage roared, pulling the glinting knife from his jeans, and taking a massive swing at both men, Synn and Deicide both duckedas the blade cut through the air! The crowd gasped as Carnage swung the knife in a crazed fashion, he was however halted, as Synn and Deicide tackled him to the canvas, and pummelled him with kicks and punches until he lay motionless, suddenly, the two turned their attentions to each other again, exchanging wild rights and lefts! Deicide took advantage, kicking Synn below the belt, and winding up a right hand that would surely rock him out of the Asylum!

Synn ducked.

Drax took advantage.

From the outside, the towering Drax caught Deicides hang, and using his impressive power, hurled him over and out of the Asylum to the floor! Deicide had been eliminated and was clearly pissed off, Deicide was quick to get to his feet, lashing out at the towering Drax, the two battled into the back!

Back in the Asylum, Synn recovered from Deicide’s previous attack, what he didn’t notice was Carnage, smiling insanely, and getting to his feet, his hand glancing over and picking up the knife at the same time, Synn was about to be stabbed to death by a weapon he had previously given to Carnage, the irony of it was immense, Carnage rushed at Synn, again swiftly striking with the blade, nicking Synn across the chest with it as he stepped back, several more knife swiped followed, as Synn managed to evade.

WHACK!

Synn lashed out, kicking Carnage below the belt with tremendous force, as Carnage struggled, Synn’s decisive and brutal actions were somewhat terrifying, grabbing Carnage’s knife wielding arm in an arm wringer, he swooped behind Carnage, twisting his arm and snatching the knife from Carnage’s hand as it opened in a spasm of pain, what then followed, no-one could have expected.

Synn took the knife, and calmly, proceeded to jab it 2 to three inches into Carnage’s side! Carnage yelped in pain, as Synn pulled out the knife which was now stained with blood, Synn began to take another swipe, but Carnage caught his wrist, and was able to twist it until Synn dropped the knife! Carnage stumbled back, picking up the knife, but now only having one arm free, the other clutching the stab wound in the side of his body, Synn circled like a predator preparing to take out a fallen prey, and Carnage stabbed out trying to defend himself, Synn managed to knock the knife from Carnage’s hand with a well placed kick to Carnage’s wounded side, Synn picked Carnage up and landed what appeared to be a quick and decisive finish.

Hell Bound.

Synn dumped Carnage on his head with the spinning brainbuster, before falling to the canvas and sitting against the mesh to watch his fallen opponent stay down for the 10 count.

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Or so it appeared.

In trying to break Carnage’s arm, Synn didn’t realise that Carnage had been able to manoeuvre behind him!

Crunch!

Snap Germax Suplex! Step one of Maximum Carnage was complete! Synn lay out on the mat as Carnage limped like a wounded dog over to the rim of the Asylum, clambering up and delivering a massive elbow drop, albeit without his trademark knife! The elbow drop caught Synn right in the head, but Carnage landed on his wounded side, and as a result, lay in agony on the canvas.

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And got up!

Synn and Carnage both got to their feet, dazed and confused, they stumbled into each other! Carnage… SOMEHOW! Got behind Synn again and hit ANOTHER snap german suplex! The crowd cheered in disbelief as Carnage began to move to the Asylum rim again.

He stopped.

Carnage’s eyes widened, a look which would only describe a twisted feeling of terror and rage came across his face, as his eyes narrowed to read a sign in the crowd.

“KVC.”

Carnage read the letters out, he remembered this man from the tapes, he was the one who had thrown Carnage to the loss of his memories, he was the one who had made Carnage weak.

What the camera’s didn’t pick up however… was the fact that Carnage didn’t see one KVC sign, he saw a thousands, in his mind… everyone in the crowd had one, and they began to close in on him, the crowd stirred in confusion as Carnage began to take swings at things that clearly weren’t there, what Carnage didn’t realise was that the blood loss from his stab wound was becoming excessive, and as he turned around, his last blurred vision of the night, was that of a snarling Synn closing in!

Hell Bound.

Wether Carnage was unconscious before he hit the mat was irrelevant, Synn had lain him out with the move, and a rather obvious ten count followed, “The Fight Song” by Marilyn Manson followed, as Synn recomposed himself, spreading his arms in a crucifix and leaving the scene, emt’s flooded the scene to try and help Carnage onto the stretcher.

Bad move.

Carnage returned to consciousness with memories in his head which had previously been absent, in a fit of rage, he sent one EMT head first into the mesh, and took another two out simply by hurling the full stretcher at them, he delved into the medical box, and took out some tape and bandage, taping up his ribs, he limped out of the Asylum, and grabbed the blood red knife from the floor as he left.

Carnage, was on a warpath.

Pretty Fly Vs Hostile Grounds
(Team titles, *1 Contendership)

“This totally sucks! First we get screwed out of the titles at Hostile Takeover, then we get some film spinoff buttholes trying to kick out asses… now that was bad, but we draw the line at taking a leak on Steve-O’s shirt, and taking our stash… there are some things you don’t do dudes, and that was totally crossing the line!”

Steve-O took the mic.

“Yeah, you assholes suck… like, if I wasn’t poor, I could have maybe washed this shirt, but instead I’ve had to live with the stench for the last week! You butmonkeys need to come out here now, because Pretty Fly wants to challenge you to a team title number one contendership, for the Pay Per View!”

Steve-O and Nate didn’t however get what they were expecting, completely out of the blue, Biggs Dangsta simply strode through the curtain, quite an achievement, mainly due to the fact that Joe had put a tight lockdown on any non-asylum competitors being in the arena.

“Somehow, I don’t think you two whiney little bitches are gonna get the NBK tonight, they’re a little smarter than that… hell, you’re surfboards are probably burning as we speak.

But a shot at the Lynch Gang at the PPV? Now that’s what im takin’ about.” Biggs finished, before making his way down to the Asylum.

“Oh yeah, how stupid of me, come on down big man, we got business to attend to.” Biggs said, looking up the the curtain.

The crowd gasped, as yet another superstar from a rival promotion stepped through the curtain.

21wrestling’s Freakred.

Wherever Joe was now, you could bet you’re house he was gunning for security, after specifically telling them to keep out competitors from other companies, we now had a match involving two of them, which if they won… would guarentee them another match, at the pay per view!

Steve-O and Nate both hold back as the bell sounds, allowing Freak and Biggs to get into the Asylum and charge in at them. However, both PF members sidestep as the big guys lunge in, causing them both to crash into the cage. The crowd cheers as Steve-O & Nate give each other a high five, but their joy is short lived when Freak and Biggs just turn straight around and take both of them down with solid clotheslines.

Freakred hoists Nate up against the cage and uses his shoulder to drive through the Aussie’s stomach. Meanwhile, Biggs has Steve-O across the other side and is unleashing a flurry of alternating right and left hands to the mid-section. Both PF members are left to stumble into the middle of the asylum and bash into each other, in a temporary daze. Freakred and Biggs then charge them from either side, attempting to sandwich Pretty Fly, but once again they are out-foxed when Steve-O and Nate take a step back…

Freakred and Biggs clatter into each other head first!

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Drop kicks from either side and both the big men are wobbling…

Nate with a hurricanrana on Freakred which finally takes him down to the delight of the fans, before Steve-O drives Biggs into the mesh cage with a spear! An even bigger pop as the fans begin to warm to the action.

Biggs cringes whilst favouring his back but Freakred is back up. However, unfortunately for the 21w member, both Steve-O & Nate are alive to the situation and they are straight back onto the 6’7 320lbs’er. Steve-O holds the big man whilst Nate poses in a karate stance, ready to beat up his opponent. Both men take too long though and Freakred levels Steve-O in the jaw with a stiff back elbow. He then kicks Nate hard in the stomach and attempts to hook the arms, looking for The Freakred Facebuster. Steve-O is back up however and hits Freakred with a low blow. Only problem is that his partner’s head was between Freakred’s legs so Steve-O ends up inadvertently smacking Nate in the face. It does do the job however, breaking the move.

Freakred turns right then left, executing rapid knife-edge chops to the chests of both men but is out-numbered once again. Steve-O grabs the beaten Freakred from behind and Nate begins to jump around on his toes like a boxer, offloading a few jabs to the nose of Freakred. Just then though, Biggs Dangsta comes hurtling across the asylum like a cage animal and sends Nate spinning 360 with a ferocious clothesline!

Biggs then turns his attentions toward Steve-O and the two thugs go to work, double teaming the Pretty Fly member, taking it in turns to beat him up, like two members of a wolf pack feeding off their prey.
Nate and Steve-O were in trouble, but two well placed low blows by the surf dudes gave them a chance to take the match to the big men, Nate catching Biggs with a springboard moonsault from the Asylum rim, and Steve-O bulldogging Freakred to the canvas, suddenly, Nate pushed Steve-O.

“DUDE!”

“What!?”

“SURFS UP!” The crowd erupted.

“Tubu… uh… dude?” Steve-O said with uncertainty, the fact that they had no surfboards made completing the sequence a problem.

“Oh yeah, uh… that sucks dude!” Nate said, as the two went on anyway, picking up Biggs, as they signalled for their finisher, they missed one vital element…
The boo’s of the crowd.

The NATURAL BORN KILLAZ!

Serial Killa and Killa B rushed down to the Asylum with chairs, sliding in as Nate leapt into the air to bulldog Biggs out of Steve-O’s hands.

CRACK!

The flying nate connected with a Serial Killa chair shot which almost separated his head from his shoulders, he lay twitching on the mat, as Steve-O put Biggs down to see what had happened.

CRACK!

Both Serial Killa and Killa B plastered him with chair shots, leaving him down on the canvas, Freakred and Biggs got up just in time to see the NBK due leaving the Asylum to a shower of boo’s from the crowd, taking advantage of the situation, Biggs and Freakred hurled Nate and Steve-O out of the Asylum for the win.
Leaving the pay per view situation, rather clear.
It would be the Lynch Gang, defending against NBK and Biggs and Freakred, in a triple threat team titles match! As the scene quickly cut backstage however, things were evidently going to change in that department.

“You, you… you, you and YOU! ARE ALL FUCKING FIRED!” Joe roared, as five security guards looked up from their doughnut dunking session.

“Go on you fat lazy twat’s, get out… I could do a better security job than you in my sleep! GO ON! FUCKING-OUT!” Joe roared, as the security men simply shrugged, and left the door they were guarding.

Joe had fired them all… but maybe, just maybe, he’d made a mistake.

Nerva & Steph Connor Vs Persephone & Callous

Kenny Rock Vs Sanjuro
(Tournament Qualifier)

And he continued to wait impatiently with burning passion as the rowdy Ohio crowd started booing, screaming obscenities in the direction of the absent Kenny Rock.

It was then that "Mudshovel" by Staind boomed through the speaker system, signaling to those who have followed Kenny Rock's career in previous wrestling promotions that the owner of the Asylum's Sunday Shows has just reverted back to his old theme music. Out Kenny strutted, with his fist clenched so tightly around the sledgehammer he had brought to the Asylum with him that it made his knuckles white. His hair hung in his face as condensation dripped from its tips. Kenny slowly raised his hand and rubbed the stubble from his chin and swung his hair back, staring at Sanjuro. The Ohio crowd booed once again, feeling as if Kenny Rock was merely putting on a show when deep down inside, he feared Sanjuro. The boo's sent a shock through Kenny's body as the energy he received from his hatred for the fans caused him to rush into the Asylum with reckless abandon.

And for that, he suffered the consequences.

Sanjuro met him with a stiff superkick that caught Kenny off guard, almost causing him to fly out of the Asylum, losing the match via ring out. But that wasn't to be. With a great deal of athleticism, Kenny rebounded from that maneuver by hopping onto the mesh, attempting to nail Sanjuro with a beautiful moonsault press.

However, he did not connect.

Sanjuro was one step ahead of Kenny for the most part early on. First was the out-of-the-blue superkick, next was dodging a moonsault press, causing Kenny to land hard on his upper torso onto the Asylum mat. It looked as if Sanjuro could very well ruin Kenny Rock's quest for the Asylum Championship in the early going.

Kenny Rock groggily tried to make it back to his feet, exchanging punches with Sanjuro until finally Sanjuro swung, Kenny ducked and smashed Sanjuro's jaw between the Asylum mesh and his fist. Immediately, Sanjuro doubled over and coughed blood onto the mat. Kenny reached for the sledgehammer and slowly creeped up on Sanjuro, ready to end the match with a sledgehammer shot to the temple.

But once again, the resourceful Sanjuro was one step ahead of Kenny. He spit his own blood into Kenny's eyes, temporarily blinding him. Gargling the gasoline in his mouth, Sanjuro prepared himself to nail Kenny with a fireball into his eyes. Luckily for Kenny, he had the move scouted so as Sanjuro swung his head back to blow flames in Kenny's face, he quickly jabbed Sanjuro's juggular with the tip of his elbow, causing the fire to ignite vertically. Sanjuro staggered backwards, clutching his throat as gasoline dripped from his lips onto the mat.

Seeing an opening, Kenny threw a chair at Sanjuro and attempted to hit him with The Finisher.

THUD!

And for the umpteenth time tonight, Kenny missed.

More specifically, Sanjuro ducked the roundhouse kick and flattened Kenny out with a vicious chairshot to the head right before Kenny's feet could even touch the ground, causing Kenny's body to torque in an almost whiplash-like manner.

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He bit right into Sanjuro's arm, while flailing his arms around, hoping to hit Sanjuro with some sort of impact maneuver. Finally, he got Sanjuro to let go of the hold that could have ended the match.

Sanjuro, however wasn't anywhere finished with Kenny. He grabbed the chair again and locked in on Kenny's head. He swung back and...

CRACK!

Kenny Rock used Sanjuro's momentum against him and swung the sledgehammer, hitting the chair, which in turn, ricocheted back into Sanjuro's face.

Not wasting any time, Kenny clenched the sledgehammer again and smashed it against Sanjuro's ribs.

Kenny then signaled to the crowd and screamed at Sanjuro.

"You think this is the end? This is only the beginning!"

With that being said, Kenny Rock raised Sanjuro vertically in a suplex position, allowing the blood to rush to his head and drip from out of his mouth onto Kenny's arm.

Kenny smiled as he aimed his attention towards the chair laid out on the floor and compressed Sanjuro's neck with a devastating brainbuster.

The mandatory 10 count was inevitable and so was the fact that the new Kenny Rock changed more than just his appearance.

One of the Asylum's budding new reporters was quick on the scene, and immediately quizzed Borst about where he'd been and why he pulled up in a police car. "No, it was for assault charges on that queer woman of wife..." Borst said as he wandered towards the main entrance. The reporter looks confused and asks him, "What were you arrested for then? If it wasn't for assaulting Zoe in the showers, what were you arrested for?"

Borst grinned.

"Arson."

Borst shoved the reporter out of the way, and walked into the arena, immediately shouting out ArchAngel's name. "WHERE ARE YOU? FREAK?! BIG FUCKING FREAK?! ARCHANGEL?!"

An official comes out of a room to see what all the shouting is about, and looks quite surprised to see Borst. "What are you doing back here? I thought you went to a slaughter or something?"

Borst nodded. "Been there, burnt that. I've got one more piece of unfinished business to attend to."

Tonight had been the night to get things sorted for Borst. This could be his final Sunday Show in the Asylum, and it's his last chance to use any of his fame to do things he's always wanted to do... and as confident he was that he could win the retirement match next weekend, he wasn't going to risk leaving thing open. There was one more thing on his agenda for the night.

ArchAngel.

The only fighter to ever earn Borst's respect, and he wanted one last dance with him. Eventually, the beast stepped out of the shadows to answer Borst's cries backstage.

"Hey Archie... now I know you've already had a mental fight or something tonight, but how about it? One more fight... for old time's sake?"

ArchAngel smiled slowly at that offer, and was about to answer when a voice from down the hallway called out. "No way!"

It was Inmate, and pretty soon he was standing between Borst and ArchAngel. He turned to ArchAngel and said, "ArchAngel, you've fought already. It's not fair to make you fight AGAIN." Inmate turned to Borst. "But you are fighting a LOSER."

Borst almost knocked Inmate's head off, but managed to restrain himself for the moment. Inmate raised his hand and lowered his head. "Gentlemen, I've got an idea. How about, in the interest of fairness... I referee this match. You can have your one last dance, but I'm gonna make sure it's fair."

ArchAngel didn't seem to bothered, and was still relishing the prospect of facing Borst for what could be the last time. Borst was a bit weary after a busy night, and couldn't be bothered to argue, so he just shrugged his shoulders. "Fine." he said. "I know you wouldn't dare mess with me Burton... so lets get to it... right about... NOW!"

Archangel Vs Borst

Borst landed a forearm shot right across ArchAngel's face, sending the seven foot monster staggering back. Borst charged at ArchAngel, and speared him into the wall, and Inmate darted out of the way of the action.

It seems that Borst and ArchAngel are gonna have their match... and it's happening backstage, with Inmate refereeing it! As Borst kicked the downed ArchAngel repeatedly, Inmate muttered things about Borst finally realising his fate, and that he KNOWS this will be his last match with ArchAngel, so he should make it count. Borst suddenly turns to Inmate and gets right in his face. "Fuck you Burton. I'm confident I'm gonna beat your fucking head in next Saturday, and that I WILL face Archie again, but I'm being realistic for once. Planning ahead! That's why I'm tying up the loose ends! That's why! It's called being prepared, and that's exactly what you're not doing! You'll be fucked when you lose and have to retire Tyler! FUCKED!"

"On the contrary." Inmate says. "You're about to get fucked." he says smugly, as ArchAngel smacks Borst across the back with a 2x4! ArchAngel pushes Inmate out of the way and grabs Borst's arm, pulling him up to his feet. ArchAngel hoists Borst up over his shoulder, and throws him at the wall hard. Borst bounces off and lands in a heap on the floor. Inmate begins to count him out - surprisingly at a reasonable speed. He was being fair... but hey, he's the good guy in all this isn't he?

1!
2!

"THREE!" cries ArchAngel, before walloping Inmate with a huge clothesline! Borst scrambles to his feet and dives on Inmate, unleashing a barrage of right hands on his foe, turning Inmate's face into a crimson mask!

"See you Saturday." Borst says as he climbs off of Inmate. "I've tied up that last loose end."

Borst turns to ArchAngel, who seems to be entranced by the sight of blood pouring from Inmate's face. "I've made peace with the only guy in this place that I respect."

ArchAngel grins, and extends his hand to Borst, who smiles. "I would ask you to punch me one more time, for old time's sake." ArchAngel says. "But there's no way that you're losing on Saturday." Borst grabs ArchAngel's hand and they begin to shake. "I know." Borst says. "But can I do it... just in case?"

ArchAngel shakes his head and replies bluntly. "No. There WILL be other times. Borst, you ARE the Asylum... you're no loser... next Saturday, think of me when you throw Inmate's beaten carcass off of that scaffold."

"Well that's a vote of confidence if I ever heard one." Borst mutters as ArchAngel turns and walks away, but Borst still didn't look convinced.

What's happened to the indestructible Borst? Maybe this was all just too much for him... and we'll soon find out. Next weekend at the PPV, Borst vs Inmate. Retirement Scaffold Match. A whole lot more than the Asylum Championship on the line.

For Joe Campbell, this had been the first time in the night where he could kick back and relax, he didn’t have to worry about anyone from a rival company trying to sneak onto his show, he was care free, and as he stared into the bottom of his glass at the last mouthful of vodka, before smirking and downing it, Joe kicked back, putting his feet up on the desk, and leaning back… finally care free.

A knock at the door.

Joe sighed, never a moments peace, even after the show, he remained leaning back in his chair, gazing at the ceiling.

“Yeah, what do you want?” Joe said with a sigh.

“Got a package for you Mr. Campbell, its pretty important.” Said a voice from the other side of the door.

“Righto, well… come in, just leave it on the side.” Joe said, as the sound of the door opened, Joe didn’t even bother to acknowledge the parcel carrier, after all… he wasn’t worth the time with a job like that.
“Oh, and there’s a note too… I’ll just leave it on you’re desk here… hey, nice title belt.” The voice said, apparently talking about the 21w title resting on Joe’s desk.

“Yeah, but not worth half of the hassle it brings me.” Joe said, still staring into the ceiling.

“Heh… true.” The voice said, before the parcel carrier finally exited the room, and the door slammed shut.
A few moments of silence passed, before an intrigued Joe leaned back forward to see what had been left, a small black box with a white note attatched, Joe got up, stumbling over to it in his half drunken state, he picked up the box and tore off the note attatched, before walking back to his desk and setting the box down on it, sitting on his plush leather chair, he opened the note.

“Campbell,” Bah, Joe thought… what kind of informal bullshit start to a letter is that. “You have something, something that belongs to me, in fact you can probably see it right now.

The 21wrestling championship” Joe stopped reading, to look over at the title.

“I wan’t that title… and if I don’t get it… bad things might start to happen.

Take for example…

That bomb in the box, right in front of you.” Joe gulped, he peered over the top of the note with a look of terror in his face, the small… ominous black box sat upon his desk. He looked back to the letter.
“Better do something Joe, 5…4…3” Joe looked at the box again… slowly turning his chair. “3…2” Joe leapt up, running the corner of the room.

“1”

BANG!

Joe screamer, a large bang went off.

Joe Campbell, was dead.

He opened his right eye, and was surrounded by smoke, was this heaven… hell?

It was neither.

Joe opened his other eye as the smoke cleared, visibly shaken, he could just about make out his surroundings, he was still in his office, he was alive, somehow… he slowly got to his feet, falling over once or twice in shock, he made his way over to the now tattered box, he looked inside, before looking back to the note.
“Firecrackers? Funny shit huh? Bet I really had you going for a moment or two there, well… relax.

But don’t get too comfortable… because next time, those firecrackers might just be c4.

This doesn’t have to carry on, I just want the 21wrestling title… and if I have to blow you up to get it.

Then so be it.”

Joe stood, he rushed over to his bottle of vodka, screwing off the top, he took several long gulps of the contents, before looking back at the note, and the box…

Joe Campbell had an enemy.

The problem was, Joe had a lot of those already.