They were all ashamed.

"At Retribution I showed the world that I had not left this pathetic promotion for good," he started, drawing more heat from the crowd. "And it’s only because of Sterling Silver. He had my men and myself carry out a few deeds, in return I expected to be paid, in full and not ignored. Something had to be done and at Retribution I showed him what a fighter was. I may not have won, but my message was sent, it was clear and he knows where I stand. But he still hasn’t paid his dues. He’s just like every other sickening American in this arena."

Tamura paused for a moment, allowing the crowd to get in its shots at him.

"Silver know that he will pay up, or there will be even more serious consequences," he forewarned. "And I won’t be the only man to act on the matter. Silver, you can either hand over your money, or myself and other men will force you out of this business and back into a B-Rated acting career in Hollywood."
The crowd cut Tamura off as they started to chant "Eclipse Sucks!" at the tops of their lungs.
"Just like every other American I’ve met, no respect," he scowled. "You people are all so desperately pathetic. After the terrorist bombings you suddenly found pride in your nation? That’s sickens me to my stomach. Every single one of you rushed out to by the American Flag, bumper stickers, t-shirts, anything you could put your dirty hands upon. Its sad that, that’s how you show your pride. I’ve always been proud of my homeland, Japan. I never needed any catastrophic event to make me want to wave the Japanese flag high above my head. I will show all of you what pride really is. I’ve returned to the Asylum to show you what it is to have pride in my fighting. What it is to have pride in my work."

The fans booed louder as Tamura took a deep breath.
"And I will show you what it is to have pride in oneself. I’m "Shokujin" Koji Tamura, nothing will stop me."

"Gusei benzuru senshou."

The crowd jeered heavily as "Shokujin" dropped the microphone onto the mat. He glared at the fans and stepped over the barrier. As he returned to the backstage area the jeering got louder and several racist remarks were heard from the narrowminded fans. The Asylum cut to a commercial break

Nicodemus vs. Pretty Fly
(Loser Leaves Town)

Callous, for the first time in his life was feeling vulnerable in front of a woman. Footage could testify to what had happened at Retribution: Callous tried to drug Hanna so that he could have sex with her. What was he thinking? Never would he have imagined that he would end up in a thong that would expose his hairy ass to the laughing expense of the thousands in the crowd, and the meeeeeeleons watching all around the world. For that, he swore to himself that Impetigo would have to pay his ass off, for he had tainted Callous' manhood. "An ass for an ass, a cheek for a cheek.", Callous knew he'd have to get Impetigo big time. However, before he could do anything to Impetigo, Callous had some explaining to do.

"What were you trying to do to me?", Hanna started off, "You wanted to drug me?" Hanna was feeling very insulted. "Were you trying to rape me?"

Callous' face drew a blank.

"Uhhh..."

"Answer me now." and she could have addedmanwhore at the end but she didn't.

Callous was cornered. "Shit," Callous thought, "this woman's not gonna lay down and take it easy isn't she."

"So?" Hanna was getting impatient. "You have nothing to say for yourself?"

Callous knew he had no way of getting out of this one, not even with his classic manwhore charm.

"Yes, I admit," Callous fired back, "I was trying to drug you so that we could have a night of passion (i.e 5 minutes) together."

Hanna's face reddened with anger.

"But I did that because... " Callous crouches down while covering his eyes with his hands. "I have a problem."

"A problem?" Hanna had sympathy in her voice. Callous knew he had her.

"Yes," Callous convulsed and started crying, "I couldn't control myself," he took his hand off his eyes and tears were rolling down his cheeks." Callous saved the punch line for last: "I AM A SEX ADDICT!!!", followed by a cry of agony.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Hanna kneeled down.

"Hanna," Callous extended his hand to her, just like in those gay-ass sentimental flicks. The tearing had miraculously stopped, "help me fight this condition Hanna, please."

"I will," she put her arms around Callous, "we will fight this condition together."

"Thank you Hanna," Callous was grinning to the camera, "thank you."

Hypnosis: STRIKE 3!!!

I gave Joe plenty of time to fix shit up, but it turns out that the pisshead back there doesn’t care about anything but himself, and that includes not caring about his business. If he did, it’d be fucking clear to him that making people fight who don’t wanna fight, and leaving people like me outta the picture aint the smartest of decisions.

So I’ve taken it upon myself to give him a little helping hand. You know, I normally wouldn’t do something like this. I aint a big fan of charity cases like Joe, but then, this all leads back to me fighting, so I guess its alright. Tonight. An invitational battle royal, and the winner becomes number one contender to my TV title.

The crowd explode at the booking of a battle royal match

Oh, and Joe, don’t even bother coming down here saying I don’t have the power to book matches, cuz… Fuck you. If this aint an Asylum match then so be it, it’ll be an unsanctioned match, with the winner being the unofficial number one contender, but you got my word, they’ll get a shot…and why should those fighters believe me? Cuz I like to fight Joe. You think by ignoring me I’ll just go away? It aint gonna happen Joe! I aint gonna disappear Joe! I AM THE FUCKING ASYLUM JOE!!!

The crowd erupt once again as Hypnosis throws the mic in the air, and the noise turns to static as Hypnosis swings his pipe with both hands, knocking the mic somewhere into the crowd. Hypnosis walks off, having set up an invitational battle royal for a title shot a Hypnosis, but who was gonna answer the challenge?

" Now... Earlier this evening I saw something I did not like one bit. Something that made my blood boil, something that made me fucking hysterical. That thing was Wonder Hanna, accepting "Yo Mama" Callous' apology. I don't think I would call it an apology... it was bullshit." Impetigo paused. He couldn't believe what had happened, he publicly embarrassed Callous, and exposed his perverted and menacing plan to the world and Hanna. And then the next thing he knew Callous bullshitted his way out of it, with a sad excuse, blaming the whole ordeal on a sexual addiction
that he has. And the thing that really ticked Imp' off was that Hanna believed the manwhore, and forgave him!

Impetigo paced across the ring, closer and closer to the camera. " I've tried many things to get back at Callous. My first attempt, trying to bash his head in with a steel chair. Next, fool him into buying an ice cream, then kick his face in... that plan backfired. Next, I dress Callous up in a thong, and lipstick, and beat his ass on an Asylum PPV... and the next week what do I get?? No satisfaction, because Callous had to wiggle his way out of the corner he was, and Hanna ended up apologizing. Now what else is left to do??"

Impetigo paused for a dramatic effect, as the fans stirred quietly.

" I have to beat his fucking girly face in right here, right now! In BOSTON! Now, Callous get your ass out here!!" Impetigo screamed at the top of his lungs, as the fans erupted in chants and cheers, getting to see the hometown hero in action.

Impetigo vs. Callous

Enter Callous. On come the boo's.

" No microphone Callous? It's not like you... Or is this a different Callous I see? Callous, the bitch... a man who has to lie his way out of everything?!" Impetigo finished, trying to egg Callous on. The fans gave Impetigo support, as he waved 'Yo Mama' into the Asylum. Callous jumped up onto the ring, stepping over the rim, and charged at Impetigo head on.

Bam!

Callous dived straight at Impetigo, barreling into his jaw with his head, knocking Impetigo down to the mat, squirming in pain. Callous then picked up the microphone, " Fuck you Boston!" Callous hurled the microphone out of the ring, and gave his attention back to Impetigo. But Impetigo was up, throwing a huge right fist at Callous' jaw, 'Yo Mama' dodged the attack, leaning backwards and out of the way. He gained his footing, and then rifled out a kick square to Impetigo's right knee, following that up with a left hand to the side of the jaw. Impetigo staggered back, dazed. But he could not let Callous make a fool out of himself once again, he just couldn't.

Impetigo shook it off and came slashing at Callous with lefts and rights, only a few connected as Callous went on the attack and both men started trading punches. Until, Impetigo grabbed the right fist of Callous, then the left, kicked him square in the jewels and brought him down to the mat with a cross armed DDT to the delight of the fans.

Impetigo smiled as Callous lay on the ground. But he knew it wouldn't be enough.

So, Impetigo grabbed Callous by that ugly black shirt and whipped him violently into the metal rim surrounding the Asylum. His back hit hard, and to his luck he didn't go over. Callous wobbled to his feet as Impetigo, lifted the big man into a firemans carry, was about to toss him out of the Asylum but Callous slid down the back of Impetigo, and immediately locked Impetigo into a sleeper hold. Callous then fell
forward, still with Impetigo in his grasp, and on the way down made Impetigo's forehead hit the edge of the Asylum, making a sickening sound.

And blood began to pour from a gash in the forehead of Impetigo, as he laid there seemingly dead. Callous dragged Impetigo into the middle of the ring, leaving a blood trail behind him, with a sick smile spread across his face. Callous then turned Impetigo over, revealing a disgusting gash as the crowd showered out many boo's. Callous was loving it, making a fool out of Impetigo in front of his hometown. "Ha!" he shouted in glee. He then rocketed a side kick to the side of Impetigo's face for good measures. The ten count then began.

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

He was up? He was up! As the crowded cheered wildly Impetigo charged at Callous who had his back turned, ready to make an exit out of the Asylum, he thought he had the win. Wrong. Impetigo unleashed a wild kick to the back of Callous' head, who then fell in a heap. Impetigo then called for a steel chair, a ring side attendant complied, handing him one. Impetigo was bleeding profusely. It was now Callous' turn.

Impetigo lifted the chair in the air, and was about to strike until someone rushed down towards the ring... It was wonder Hanna. And Impetigo could not believe she was actually here to protect that fucking pervert. Impetigo glared at Wonder Hanna as she got closer...

" Fuck it."

Impetigo unleashed a riveting chair shot to the back of the head of the manwhore, as the crowd erupted. That one was for Callous. Wonder Hanna was now at the side of the Asylum, and now had a microphone in hand. " Impetigo... stop! Please!" Hanna shouted concerned. Why would he listen to that slutbag?! She never listened, or cared for him.

Whack!

Impetigo came down once again with huge impact to the back of Callous' head. That was for Hanna, who should have just listened all those months. Impetigo looked like a monster, he didn't care, he was hunched over the limp body of Callous with a bloodied chair in hand, ready to strike again. "What are you doing?!!? Please stop... You don't understand!" Hanna shouted once again. Impetigo didn't understand?! It was Hanna that did not understand!

Whack! Whack! Whack!

Three more times Impetigo drilled Callous with the chair, this time even the fans quieted down, he was taking this too far. Maybe if Hanna just listened to him none of this would have happened? Or maybe if Joe didn't split up the Galaxy Defenders?! Or maybe if Callous wasn't such a fucking sex addict??

Whack!

Impetigo slammed the chair down once more against Callous' skull, as Hanna gave a scream. Impetigo then dropped the chair, down on the mat, it echoed throughout the silent, astonished arena. They should have just listened to him....

Impetigo jumped out of the Asylum, with bloody hands, bloody pants, and bloody shirt. Hanna was screaming, "Why?! What the fuck were you thinking?! None of this would have happened if you were such a moron Billy! None of it! Don't walk away when I'm talking to you!" It was too late Impetigo had exited through the back. Hanna took the winner of the match in her hands as she got on her knees mending the bloodied Callous.

That is what happens when you bottle up your feelings. But at least the fans were happy... or were they? Of course they were, they were just a little frightened.

Battle Royal (Ash, Sanjuro, Double Hard, GFK, Sterling Silver, Chris Credible, Token Weed, Dark, MUD, Synn, Drax and Charles Harris)
(Number 1 contender for the TV Title)

Hypnosis: Ladies and Gentleman, It’s time for the Invitation Battle Royal, with the winner becoming number one contender to my Television Title!!!

Right. Introducing first… weighing in at “I don’t know”, and hailing from “I don’t give a fuck”…Whoever the fuck wants to walk out here!!!

“Dig” by Mudvayne hits on the pa system, as Ash walks out, and the boo’s are hurled down upon him, but he doesn’t seem to care as he down the rest of his 40 and clambers into the Asylum

Hypnosis: What the fuck is that?!? Cut his music. This is a fucking unsanctioned fight. Now, the rest of you fuckers get down here.

Sanjuro, Double Hard, GFK and Chris Credible run from the back and jump into the Asylum, all that is, except for Chris Credible.

Hypnosis: Fuck no! Credible! You aint in this thing.

Credible: But, it’s an invitational-ski, and I am-ski, da Russian POWERHOUSE…SKI!!!

Hypnosis grabs Credible by the waist and carries him to the Asylum, before slamming his head onto the floor inside the cell, lifting him back up, and throwing to the floor outside, entering and eliminating Credible from the match. Hypnosis looks down at Credible, which brings back memories from the last Sunday’s Show, which he tries to erase by picking Credible up, and landing the KTFO (Knocked the fuck out), before throwing Credible over a security railing and into the crowd, where he lay being kicked by some punk kid in the first row.

As the argument between Credible and an agitated fan went on, “Silver” by Moist hit the speakers, and an opportunity seeking Sterling Silver rushed down the aisle, relishing an opportunity to take a shot at the TV title, he leapt into the Asylum, and started a quick exchange of blows with Sanjuro!

Hypnosis: Fuck it, lets start this thing. Anyone else, you got one minute to get down here, before this match is closed. Ding Ding!

With the bell ring being said by Hypnosis, the match was on as Sanjuro floored Silver and clashed with Double Hard while Ash charged at the Ghost Faced Killah. Sanjuro, trying to make an impression on the Asylum once again nails Double Hard against the cell wall, before dragging his face against the mesh. He looks up momentarily at the camera to direct something towards Joe, before landing a straight right to Double Hard’s face, just as GFK comes flying across the cell, accompanied with shattered glass and blood, thanks to Ash and his empty 40 oz. Bottle. Sanjuro lifts Double Hard up, as Ash squares up, and lands a rising knee to Double Hard, sending him over the cell wall.

Hypnosis: Get the fuck outta here!!!

Sanjuro motions to someone backstage, and is answered by the emergence of Token Weed. He stands at the top of the ramp, as Dark and MUD enter and stand behind him.

Hypnosis: If you’re in this thing pretty boy, stop posing and start fighting.

Token Weed, closely followed by Dark and MUD head down to the Asylum and as Ash turns to hit Token, MUD blocks the punch, allowing Token to retaliate.

Hypnosis: That’s’ enough fucking time. Any more entrants, the countdown’s on…

5

4

3

2

1…

Fuck.

Synn.

And not alone.

In the company of Drax and the newest Few member Harris, they made their way to the cell, as Drax hurled Dark out of the way, who falling into Ash, eliminates himself and Ash. This doesn’t please Ash at all, as he starts to hammer on Dark as the two are taken backstage by Asylum security.

Hypnosis: 7 to go…

Synn and Harris start to work on Sanjuro, as GFK and Drax have somewhat of a clash of the titans going on. Meanwhile Token holds MUD back, playing this battle royal with tactics, not just brutality. This doesn’t last for long though as Synn and Harris finally hoist Sanjuro into the air, before unceremoniously dumping him to the outside, which sparks MUD off as he flies at Synn, and before Harris can double team MUD, Token lets his fists fly at him.

Synn turns, and takes his attention elsewhere, meanwhile however, Harris finds himself in trouble, as Silver rushes him, knocking him to the ground and pummelling him with hard rights and lefts! Silver hoists him back to his feet, and whips him to the Asylum steel, as he rebounds, Sterling catches him with a kick to the ribs, and lifts him, dropping him stiffly with “The Tarnisher!”

Before Silver could take further action however, he was met by Synn, who levelled him from behind with a hard clothesline to the back of his neck!

Drax and GFK are immersed in some test of strength as neither men seem to be getting any attacking, as they both try to throw the other one out of the cell.

Hypnosis: Boring… FINAL FIVE!!!

With that Hypnosis walks over to the cell and clocks GFK in the back of the head with the steel pipe. GFK goes limp, and as Drax pushes the dead weight off of him, and over the cell wall, Hypnosis grabs Drax by the shoulder and pulls him out with him.

Drax looks at Hypnosis with pure hatred, but Hypnosis simply points to Drax and the security force, in great numbers, drag the big man away.

Hypnosis: I guess strength size aint everything, Drax.

MUD connects with a knee to the gut of Harris, which double him over, before MUD powerbombs Harris almost vertically as he connects spine first with the cell wall. Synn looks over to Harris, which is the advantage Token was looking for as he grabs Synn be the hair and drops him with a reverse DDT. With Synn temporarily down, Token motions to MUD, who lifts Harris up, and Token winds up for a huge punch. He connects. Harris falls, draped over the cell wall but miraculously still conscious… but barely.

Silver once again sees his chance, after staying down for a deliberately long spell,he dusts himself and approached Harris, preparing to hoist him out of the Asylum.

Only to be greeted by an unexpected surprise.

Koji Tamura.
Koji rushed through the crowd, greeted by abuse on the way, he sprung into the Asylum avoiding several fighters and honing straight in on his target.

Silver turned.

CRACK!

Koji hit him with a hard superkick, enough to propel him over and out of the Asylum, Silver landed on his feet clutching his jaw, as Koji clambered out and the two exchanged heated fists up the aisle and through the curtain!

Synn grabs MUD by the ankles and pulls him to the floor, before mounting him and unleashing wave after wave of punches to his face. Token is about to help MUD, when he remember Harris… and just in the nick of time, as Harris was preparing for a move off the cell wall. A look of despair comes across his face as he is swiftly dropkicked off the cell wall by Token and taken away from ringside.

Hypnosis: Tough break Synn. Let’s see if you can handle yourself.

Synn gets off of MUD and backs up a couple of steps, to reassess the situation. It wasn’t as he’d planned it at all. In front of him stood Token and MUD, seemingly functioning as a unit, and it was clear by how much MUD was sweating, what the alliance was about. Synn did the only thing he could do at that moment, and that was to go back to what he did best. Play mind games.

Synn lunged at MUD, and grabbed him in a sleeper hold. He managed to move himself around the cell, keeping MUD in front of him at all times, shielding himself from Token. But this wasn’t just a sleeper hold. Synn was working his magic.

Synn: You know he doesn’t care about you MUD. You’re just another druggie to him. He’s gonna get the title and drop you. He won’t need the cash. And you’ll be the one working your ass off for smaller and smaller hits, as he lay around all day without a fucking care in the world. Is that what you want MUD… I can help you MUD…

MUD broke the hold.

And Token glared at Synn, before turning to MUD. Why wasn’t MUD attacking Synn.

Synn smiled, as MUD grabbed Token and threw him to the ground. Token bounced up as quickly as he could, but Synn joined the attack, as Synn held Token’s arms as MUD pounded away at Token’s midsection. Token coughed as blood spattered from his mouth and hit MUD in the face, but it didn’t stop the onslaught. In the only reason the punches stopped was because Synn dropped Token.

MUD looked up in time to see Synn connecting with a spear to MUD, and then picking MUD up and locking him in a modified chokehold.

Token staggered to his feet, coughing up more blood on his way, and seeing his best chance to win the match he ran. He took off with a diving shoulder block, one that was aimed at both Synn and MUD… but Synn had it all figured out. He let go of MUD, just in time to scramble out the way and for Token and MUD to collide and head over the cell wall.

But it wasn’t over.

Token grabbed a handful of mesh as he went over the cell wall, and as adrenaline kicked in, one of the few natural drugs that ran through Token’s body, he pulled himself back in.

Hypnosis: Get him you fucker!!!

Both Synn and Token looked at Hypnosis, confused as to who he was talking to.

Hypnosis: You fucking heard me.

Synn ran at Token, and seemingly tried to decapitate him with a kick to the head. Token rolled over, now bleeding profusely from the mouth, but then the most often used move in the Asylum. The low blow from hell.

Synn collapsed as Token writhed over to him. He grabbed Synn by the hair and pulled him. He positioned himself by a cell wall, before going for a suplex out of the cell.

It didn’t happen.

Synn blocked it once… twice… before spinning round and lifting Token up for his “Hellbound” brainbuster… but because of the positioning, Token was brought down on the cell wall. The finally unconscious Token crumpled in a heap on the outside of the cell and Synn had won the invitational battle royal.

"On Retribution I promised Dark, that I'd pay him back for attacking me," Token said, as his lip was still scabbed in the corner.

"Well, you wan't to know what I'm going to reveal to you all?" as the Asylum crowd booed Token, he just smiled.

"What would you guys say if I told you Dark was a drug addict?" Instantly the crowd came to silence, as Token stood in the middle of the octagon, a grin spread across his face.

"What would you do if I told you I'd paid everyone of Dark's opponents, for the past 3
weeks? You all know I paid Mortimer off, but what about Sanjuro? What about Double Hard? Thats right, each one of those men recieved cold hard cash to lose to Dark, paid by yours truely...." Token said, as the fans began booing once more, and throwing even more stuff into the octagon.

"What would you say if Dark had bought three syringes full of heroine off of ME? What would you say if Dark was an addict, he wasn't the man who wanted me dead. What if I said if Dark NEEDS ME? He needs ME to feed his....." Token stopped talking as "7 Words" by the Deftones hit, Dark stepped out from behind the curtain, a frown plastered onto his face, and a bag hung over his shoulder.

"Token, what would you say if Dark didn't use your heroin?" Dark said, as Token's mouth dropped open.

"I'd say bull shit Dark, that's what I would say," Token said, looking directly at Dark.

"Well Token, Dark thinks your wrong," Dark said as he unzipped the black bag taking the contents into his hand. Dark laid out three syringes on the ramp, as Token looked at Dark, smiling.

"Come up here and get them Token, take these from Dark," Dark said, looking down the ramp at Token.

Token took a few steps out of the Asylum, as Dark slowly reached his left hand back to the bag, Token approached closer. Token began running up the ramp, as Dark pulled the knife from two sunday shows ago out, swinging it inches away from Token's neck, Token lifted his leg into the air, delivering a side kick to Dark's arm disarming him. Dark then reached down to tackle Token...

But this time Token had other plans as he delivered a knee to Dark's face and then took a step back, delivering a jumping pump kick into Dark's chest, as Dark fell to the ground, his forhead cut open, and blood trickling from his lip.

"Dark, you fulled me once, you foiled my first way to get back at you, and I told you at Retribution, in a fight, I'd kick your ass, and thats what it's come to Dark, a fight, next Asylum show," Token said as he walked off, a smile plastered across his face as Dark's eyes slowly opened, to be eye to eye with a syringe.

Persephone (c) vs. Nerva
(Ladder Match - Women's Title)

Inmate is backstage. The guards aren't with him but he's still got the handcuffs on. Very risky. Tyler doesn't look like he cares though, as he seems to be looking for someone.

"Joe!"

At least we know why he doesn't care about being handcuffed. this is his chance to get revenge on Joe. Tyler walks into the room with Joe's name on the door. No-ones there accept a face we haven't seen on camera lately. Ice Cold Stephanie Connor.

"Stephanie, where's Joe at?"

She seems to be a little taken back by Tyler as though she thought he was going to attack her.

"I don't know. He left just shortly before you arrived, and he hasn't come back in here since."

"So you don't know where he went? I need to tell him something about Borst."

The Human Resources manager's face went blank.Borst?

Hearing that name, whose face wouldn't go blank though, really? She didn't respond, waiting to see if Tyler would explain further about what he's saying.

"Fine, forget it. But if you see him before I do, be sure to tell him that I don't care about the chair incident from retribution. just tell him I want some answers about Borst's death!"

And with that Tyler left the office.

"What the hell's Tyler talking about? What else is there to know about Borst's death? Whatever it was, it would have to wait, Tyler Burton was about to fight for his freedom.

ArchAngel vs. Inmate
(Inmate's freedom)

Its quite amazing what lengths the human race will go to, in order to ensure that there is freedom, the fight for freedom has stretched as far as world wars, and very much in comparison, what Inmate was about to do would merely be a storm in a teacup.

But not to the Inmate it wasn’t.

As far as Inmate was concerned, he was about to head into his own personal war, at the end of the road lay a guaranteed day of freedom, every week. But there were three obstacles in the way.

An ominous enclosed Asylum.

Archangel.

And winning.

Inmate had to survive and conquer all three, in order to achieve his goal.

In the knowledge of what the fans had said earlier, it was hard to distinguish who from Archangel and Inmate, they were to boo… each man fought for their own personal obsession, in the Archangel’s sights were Asylum gold, but Inmate’s stakes were much, much higher.

“Bodies” by Drowning Pool blasted through the arena, and the crowd rose in respect of the massive Archangel, who made his way down to the Asylum focusing on the battle ahead, he opened up the door to the enclosed Asylum, and after lowering his head slightly, got in, no sooner had he turned, than the real crowd reaction appeared.

“I Disappear” by Metallica.

The crowd exploded into a frenzy., as the Inmate, Tyler Burton… strode out from behind the curtain, this time unaccompanied by the usual officer of the law, perhaps something to do with Joe? It didn’t matter… Inmate knew what he had to do, and the faster he could do it, the better.

Which explained the sudden glow of fury in his eyes, make no mistake… Inmate and Archangel were both broken, desperate men, Inmate still had the staples under a bandage on his forehead, and were it not for the injections, he’d be struggling to move from the three cracked ribs, Archangel… his knee was torn apart internally, but desperate men take desperate measures, and these two wanted to win more than the need for life itself.

And in a second, it was on.

Inmate opened the door and entered the Asylum, a split second later, he ducked, avoiding the massive boot of Archangel with drifted past his skull, unfortunately for Archangel however, his boot continued its destructive path, hitting the mesh, which didn’t give much was.

Archangel grimaced in agony, clutching his strapped up knee, Inmate however… was like an unleashed animal, the ruthless fighter within was about to read its ugly head.

More often than not, the pure side and sadism of Archangel made him a fearful opponent, but no man… no matter how tall or painless, could withstand some levels of assault.

Inmate grabbed a handful of Archangel’s hair, seconds later he sent a gloved hand smashing into Archangel’s nose and popping it like a water balloon, Archangel’s head snapped back, tearing a lump of hair out of his head in the process, he rocked back as Inmate dropped the hair and advanced once more, taking Angel by the ears this time, and delivering a lip splitting headbutt to his mouth, the blood was coursing already, and Inmate craved to see more of it.

He took Archangel by the hair again, this time ramming his skull into the mesh wall ahead, Inmate then smiled, because he took Angel, and rubbed his head against the mesh, the effect was that not so different to a cheese grated, as Angel’s flesh began to peel back. Inmate finally put him down with a stern kick to the kneecap, before stepping back.

However, beneath the long hair, and blood… a sick smile was appearing on the face of Archangel, a smile of unforeseeable fury.

Inmate rushed, and Archangel rose, extending his knee and pulling Inmate in by the head.

Inmate yelped in a fashion that would stick in the crowds minds for the rest of the night, he roared out like an animal which had just been shot, as Archangel’s knee cascaded directly into his cracked ribs, Inmate’s body was brought to a half and as his head jolted forward, a long, almost vomit like flow of blood escaped from his mouth.

Archangel brought his knee up into the ribs of Burton, again… again, again and again.

Relativity, when you put your hands on a hot woman, an hour can seem like a second, when you put your hands in a flame, a second can seem like an hour, and for Inmate, the powerful knees striking him in the ribs, never seemed to cease.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief when they did.

And was soon back, hands first… into the flame.

Archangel tore the bandage from his head, before whipping him face first into the Asylum mesh, the crowd cringed, because Inmate’s stapled were quickly caught in the mesh, and as he fell back, they visibly tore from his flesh,. A gaping wound pouring with blood remained.

But the crowd weren’t booing, nor cheering Archangels actions, they were rabid, hostile toward an individual who had just walked out onto the Asylum ramp, a smirk sat on his face and a clap which seemed to echo through eternity.

Joe Campbell.

“Well done boys, keep it up!” Joe appeared to word, as he took a steel folding chair, placed it down, and sat at the top of the aisle in his own personal seating space, Archangel snarled at the sight of him, but the snarl soon became one of agony.

Inmate, who had shown no mercy in sending a violent kick into the side of Archangel’s knee, which had no natural direction to buckle in, simply snapping inwards before he fell to the canvas, Inmate got to his feet, and stared through his own blood at Campbell, who sat clapping once more at the top of the aisle, Inmate stepped toward the door of the structure, but officials were quick to padlock it.

“Take that fucking lock off, now.” Inmate snarled, kicking the mesh as officials backed away, Inmate stared through Campbell.

“I dom’t know what game this is you sick fuck, but rest assured… I will win this, and I’ll get free… and then? Then they’ll have to add some more years onto my sentence, because I swear to god… I’ll fuckin’ kill you.” Inmate roared.

He turned back to Archangel, just in time to miss the words escaping Joe’s mouth.

“Win? I’m sure you will Burton, in fact you ca count on it.” Joe said with a sneer, before going back to watching the proceedings.

Archangel struggled to stand, as Inmate rushed him however, he was able to sidestep, Inmate rushing face first into the mesh, as Inmate spun, he felt a stiff kick to his injured ribs, and could do nothing but fall to his knees, as he did, Angel swept in, lifting with him a powerbomb, and sending Inmate spine first into the mesh without release.

And then, Archangel’s knee caved in.

He fell back, Inmate falling straight onto his head and then slumping to the side, they were both out of it, but an annoying voice echoed through the arena.

“Booooooooooooooooooooring.” Joe cried, now walking down the aisle with his chair and now a microphone. “Referee, don’t bother counting… the people didn’t pay for this shite… they want death! They want the same appeal Borst brought with him… they want bastardish… fuckheadish behaviour, they want dead animals, hate crimes… the lot!” Joe finished, a twisted smile on his face.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me while these two oafs take some time out, I might take a moment to administer a few handy extra’s to this match” Joe said, rooting around under the ring, what he pulled out sent the crowd wild.

“Ah yes… a baseball bat, with nails through it! I trust you both know how to use one of these!” Joe said with glee, as the officials opened the door and he slid it in.

“Now, what else to we have under here… interesting, this is like one of those cartoon pockets that has an endless supply of shite in it… nah… nah, what’s this I see?

C……………………. 4!

Grate!” Joe roared, pulling out a small quantity of plastic explosives, and sliding it into the structure. “Now, lets continue the festivities shall we?” Joe finished, opening up his chair and taking a seat once more.

Inmate, was the first up, Archangel was conscious, but his knee made it almost impossible to stand, Inmate struggled over and as his vision came to, he could clearly make out a baseball bat, laced with nails, he picked it up, and looked at Archangel, who clutched his knee.

THUD!

The crowd were silent, as Inmate lashed at Archangel with the bat, the nails clearly entering and exiting his body, Archangel roared in agony, before doing what appeared to be passing out from the pain, Inmate looked down at Archangel, and for a split second, a thought other than killing entered his mind.

Inmate looked at Archangel and saw himself, a man fighting the same good fight, with the same goals and needs, but as Archangel began to move, Inmate knew what he had to do.

“Sorry, Angel.” Inmate uttered, drawing back the bat and fixing a shot at Angel’s head.

Vengeance.

How it was possible was hard to fathom, Angel sprung forth from the dark recesses of hell, and locked a solid hand into Inmate’s face, his fingers almost pierced the flesh as Inmate struggled, dropping the bat and trying to prise Archangel’s hand away, however, Inmate was soon airbord, and fate? Fate played a big part in where he would land.

BOOM!

BOOM? What else? The C4.

Joe leapt to his feet, clapping and “Whoo!”ing as loudly as possible, as the sparks flew, Archangel fell back to the ground clutching his knee, as Inmate lay completely out on what was previously C4, slowly but surely, the official began his count, but Angel fixed a glare on Campbell, the cause of the unnecessary agony, he began to crawl toward him, reaching the door and pushing it open, before starting to leave.

An asshole, a bastard… a piece of shit, Joe Campbell was.

But stupid? No.

He sprung up, grabbing the steel door and snapping it shut, crack… crack… crack… crack… crack! The crowd were once again left scratching their heads in confusion, as Joe slammed the door shut on Archangel’s head several times! Archangel was now twitching on the canvas, as Joe rested the door shut, picked up his chair.

And knocked Archangel out.

CRACK!

Joe swung the chair, his motives again unclear, crushing Archangel’s head between steel, Joe slammed the chair down, and cambered over the broken body of Angel, before approaching the unconscious Inmate, and dragging him by the arm, Joe pulled Inmate out of the Asylum, and rested him on the guard rail.

Joe then looked at the referee, who stood confused.

“What? I need to draw a sign? He is on his arse… he is standing up… earn your fucking money!” Joe exclaimed, as the referee slowly counted the ten.

The crowd were mixed in reaction, “I Disappear” by Metallica played.

Inmate was free.

Archangel lay on the canvas, bleeding.

But maybe, he deserved the win?

And Joe, the bastard… was backing up the aisle with a smile.
We were probably going to have to wait another week for answers.

“Boiler” by Limp Bizkit kicked in, replacing Inmate’s music, as Joe smiled satisfied, once again leaving a crowd with questions with answers they would surely have to wait for.

Answers they may never get?