Where they next on Joe Campbell, and more importantly… Rave Caprino’s list?

“I supposed your wondering just why I’m looking so fucking cocky, when I’m a marked man in the eyes of Synn, and some crazy fucker in a hockey mask. Well, Hypnosis aint just a fighting machine, it turns out I’m just as good at thinking my way out of things as I am fighting my way outta them.

Ya see…”

A man interrupted him.

A man who was slowly taking back control of his company.

A man… called Joe.

“Hypnosis. I’ve sat back and let you have it easy with that title, but what you pulled at Manhunt was pure…”

“Genius.”

The crowd cheered at Hypnosis’ remark, but Joe didn’t seem to find it as humorous.

“Hypnosis. It’s time for you to defend that TV title of yours. It’s been sitting pretty round your waist for two months now, and in that time I think I can count your title defences on my right hand.”

“Fine shithead, I’m in a fighting mood anyway. The Few are really getting to me; I think I’ll issue an open challenge to a member of the Few. Any member can accept this challenge, I don’t give a fuck”

Joe turned and walked out, seemingly dejected that Hypnosis had been so willing to fight, and even to issue a challenge that Synn would obviously pounce on.

Jessica Jenkins Vs Chris Credible
(U.K. Title Tournament)

“Well, go on then… say it!” Joe said with a stupid grin.

“Nah, I don’t think I will… but thanks anyway.” Rave said nonchalantly.

“Oh, ok then… but to the point Rave, I’ve set you in a match against Sanjuro, he’s pretty much the first wrestler we ever had here… aside from Archangel, and… well…” Joe was interrupted.

“Well… what? You think Archangel’s too good for me? Go ahead… put me in a match with him if you want, I don’t give a shit who it is, just names on the list to me.” Rave responded.

“No, I have no doubt you’d give Archangel a good spanking, but tonight… I want you to take Sanjuro out! Understand?” Joe finished, without being responded to… Rave simply got out of his seat, and exited the room, as Joe smiled to himself.

“Give him a spanking? What a dick.” Rave uttered to himself, taking off down the corridor to prepare for his match.

“Uh, excuse me… Mr. Synn?”

Synn sighed at the idiocy of the man.

“What.”

“Hypnosis told me to give this to you if I saw you walking past, and I just saw you walking past, so I’m giving this to you.”

Synn took the clipboard and stepped away from the rein crew assistant, before stepping back and hitting him up side the head with it. Synn read the piece of paper before a glare in his eye almost burned the paper. He threw the clipboard down and stormed back to his locker room.

Rave Caprino Vs Sanjuro

As he reached the Asylum, “Surfacing” by Slipknot picked up, and Rave Caprino strode out onto the Asylum, to a somewhat good response from the crowd… in a way, Caprino was somewhat of an antihero to the fans, his disgusting actions were in no way reasonable, but he was ridding the promotion of what was considered to be a plague in the wrestlers, seconds later, he was in the Asylum, and the bell was ringing.

CRACK!

Sanjuro attempted to circle Rave, but Rave didn’t hesitate, flying in and catching Sanjuro across the face with a punch, following through with the elbow of the very same arm, and popping Sanjuro’s nose in a shower of crimson blood, Sanjuro fell to the canvas, as rave went about kicking and stomping away at him, finally grabbing him by the hair and dragging him over the to mesh, before proceeding to use it as a cheese grater; with Sanjuro’s face being the cheese.

Rave rubbed Sanjuro’s forehead into the mesh, peeling away the skin and turning him into a bloody mess, Sanjuro was able to escape, hitting Rave with a low blow, and finally taking him completely off his feet with a wicked superkick!

Sanjuro suddenly locked in a dragon sleeper, but it appeared to be far too early in the match for such a move, Rave swiping back and absolutely nailing Sanjuro right his free right hand, Sanjuro fell limp on the canvas, as Rave did something somewhat… confusing.

He climbed out of the Asylum.

Sanjuro had won.

The crowd murmured in disbelief, Sanjuro had won the match via ringout, however… seconds later… the telltale snapping of steel signalled the Caprino had taken upon himself to grab a seat, literally… and soon after, he was back on the Asylum with it, as a dazed Sanjuro got to his feet.

WHACK!

Plastered, Sanjuro was met by a wicked chair to the skull by Rave, who promptly spat down at Sanjuro.

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

Four more tremendous strikes at Sanjuro with the chair, all of which hitting the mark, Sanjuro was now completely motionless on the canvas, as Rave put down the chair and picked Sanjuro up by the hair, leaning his head against the mesh, and walking back up to the chair.

SSSSSSSSSMACK!

The crowd gasped in horror, as rave swung the chair with all his might, hitting Sanjuro’s head and crushing it between the steel chair and the mesh, such to the extent that the chair bounced back out of Rave’s hands and flew across the Asylum, suddenly, several EMT’s were on the scene to tend to Sanjuro.

CRUNCH!

Rave sent one reeling, a hard fist to the face followed up by simply tossing him over and out of the Asylum! Hitting every step on the way down, two other EMT’s suddenly became one, as Rave picked up the plastic board presumable to be used to carry Sanjuro away, and drilled him in the kidneys with it! As one of the two EMT’s ran to stop Rave, they were met face to face with the board, which promptly broke over his head.

Rave pointed at the final EMT, who cowered away, this didn’t matter, Rave giving them a solid slap across the face, before locking in an ill fated waistlock, and german suplexing them head first onto the other downed EMT.

Rave, had gone absolutely ballastic.

But to think it… Rave didn’t look at all out of control.

“Surfacing” one again played, as Rave left a shocked crowd, and an injured Sanjuro, unattended to.

“You fucking lost… you fucking… loser! I told you to beat him Rave, not lose!” Joe screamed, Rave catching his breath, but suddenly out of the blue, grabbing Joe by the face.

“No, motherFUCK… I did to him, exactly what you told me to do… you told me to kill the guy, take him out, that’s what I did… you didn’t tell me to win any fucking matches, so I’ll be going now… to get my fucking money and get out of this shithole, if there’s anything else… call me.” Rave said, releasing Joe’s face as Joe stepped back in shock at Rave’s actions.

“You… YOU!” Joe started.

“Keep your fucking face outta mine Campbell, or you might just lose it.” Rave finished, spitting on the ground and continuing down the corridor, as Campbell looked around at several of his workers, sniggering at him.

“You’re all fired.” Joe said, as the sniggering abruptly stopped.

Koji Tamura Vs Dan the Man
(U.K. Title Tournament)

Dan the Man, formerly Deicide, was swift in his assault, kicking Koji in the gut several times, before pummelling his skull into the Asylum mesh; much to the crowds delight, he continued the assault, kicking the downed Koji as a result of his earlier attacks, Dan the Man was clearly looking to pick up a quick win.

Picking Koji up, Dan whipped him into the nearest area of the Asylum rim, Koji’s spine hammering into the steel rim, as Dan went for a ringout victory, the crowd exploding with cheers at the possibility of a Koji Tamura defeat.

Koji struggled desperately, kicking his legs frantically and gripping whatever part of the mesh he could with his hands, suddenly… a stray kick caught Dan the Man directly in the face, as he released his grip, he was caught again, another devastating Koji kick blasting him in the face and knocking him back, now… Koji was free, and he wowed the crowd, who had to gasp despite their hatred for him, using only his arms to propel himself from the Asylum rim, and catch Koji with one final kick to the face, knocking him to the ground!

Koji, infuriated at the sneak attack by Dan, went about exacting Revenge, first punking Dan out with some simple slaps to the face, things got serious, as Koji pulled Dan’s head up by the hair with one hand, and sent him sprawling with a wicked punch to the face with the other! Koji wasn’t done however, repeating the process a second and third time! Before dragging Dan up by the hair, spinning him around several times, and slamming him head first into the Asylum mesh!

Dan fell back once move to the canvas, as Koji taunted him up, Dan rushed forth, swinging a desperate punch at koji, which unfortunately for Dan the Man, Koji was able to quickly turn into a fujiwara armbar! Dan roared in agony, as Koji continued to tense up on the hold, looking to make Dan submit! Dan however escaped, catching Koji with a lucky elbow to the face with his free hand! Koji stumbled back, and as he did, Dan struck with what may well have been the end… formerly the Deicide Deathlock, and now presumable the Dan the Man Deathlock, Dan swept Koji from his feet, and desperately looked to lock in the hold!

Koji however, had other plans, struggling, he made it near impossible for Dan to twist in and lock the move, and when Dan attempted something different, he ultimately met his own demise, looking to change the hold into a single leg crad, Dan the man released one leg of Koji, who was able to use it to good effect, kicking Dan squarely between the eyes!

Dan the Man stumbled back, but unfortunately… it was to be his last action of the match, Koji using his arms again, this time to propel himself upward and catch Dan in the face with both feet, knocking him back; and out of the Asylum!

“Devil with the kings card” Once again played, as Koji retreated to the back, advancing to the next round.

Rock laughed, and shook his head in approval, "Yes, AD is all to you and I. Another chance, granted. This time we won't fail. We just won't."

"We can't." Added 'The Law', while growing an evil smirk across his face. He was happy again, or so it seemed. He was given another shot, forcing the trial to prolong. He was also given a key factor, one in which he didn't have the last time. LLB now had a partner; he had Kenny Rock.

"This will be a fine night, Kenny. AD stands no Hail Mary against you, and I, together."

Rock stood, making LLB stop his pacing. LLB then turned to face Rock, walking closer while doing so. There they stood, face-to-face, a grin played over both of them.

"WE find the witness..." LLB said, as he took a moment to rise his fist into the air. Both men then opened their mouths, and spoke simultaneously as LLB slammed his right hand down, like a Judge would to a mallet.

"Guilty!"

And with that, Rock walked out of the room, leaving LLB standing there, nodding in authority.

"Guilty, no doubt about it."

Nerva Vs Impetigo
(U.K. Title Tournament)

Tonight was, had… and probably would be the quietest, best he’d had during the almost year that he’d been running the Asylum.

He had everything, he’d successfully managed to execute several plans at once, not only had he forced Archangel and Inmate into a devastating teaming, he’d also procured the services of his own personal weapon of destruction; Rave Caprino.

Dare it be contemplated; Joe actually looked happy.

He’d soon rid the asylum of the wrestling scourge, he was sure of that too… confident that Rave Caprino would be able to run the entire brethren out of town.

However, he suddenly felt a hostile presence in the room, and sensed that his night might be ready to take a turn for the worst.

Steve Douglas.

“Why hello Steve, I see that you’ve politely decided to come into my office without knocking.” Joe said, before leaning forward and arrogantly peering over Douglas’ shoulder.

“Oh, sorry Steve… I was just checking to make sure you hadn’t brought anymore of you’re buddies over from… what’s it called again?” Joe said with a smirk.

“You know what its called Campbell, and I didn’t come in here to be chastised by you all day, you seem to forget, I don’t work for you… you don’t own me, and there’s absolutely nothing stopping me from punching you into a fine paste, right now.” Steve said, still keeping the same cold glare on Joe.

“Well, Steve… actually there is, Rave? Why don’t you come in here and meet Mr. Douglas.” Joe said, looking toward the door, before slowly sloping back into his chair, realising that rave wasn’t there.

“Ah, that’d be your new crony eh Campbell? Shame, last time I checked, he’d found something more interesting to do, looks like you’re shit outta luck.” Douglas said, snarling and swooping in nose to nose with Campbell.

“Now I’m gonna tell you what I want, Campbell… and you’re gonna nod, ok?” Douglas said, Joe slowly nodding his head.

“I don’t know, maybe it was you, but gut instinct tells me that it was Kenny that booked that handicap match tonight, we’ll I’ here to ask… no… tell you, that it isn’t a handicap match anymore, I’ll be siding with A.D. tonight, understand?” Steve snarled, Joe nodding his head sharply.

“Good.” Douglas said, standing up and beginning to leave.

“I’ll see you around Campbell, you can count on it.” Douglas finished, closing the door behind him and leaving Joe with an expression of discomfort on his face.

Unfortunately, Joe’s bad experiences for the night; were far from over.

Where the fuck is Harris?”

Sterling Silver Vs Drax
(U.K. Title Tournament)

Koji Tamura Vs Jessica Jenkins
(U.K. Title Tournament)

As Koji reached the Asylum, once again on the receiving end of what were almost his “trademark” boos, his music faded out and was replaced by Hoobustanks “Crawling in the Dark” and Jessica Jenkins, who promptly made hey way through the curtain to a somewhat good response from the crowd, Jessica, already one up for the night was about to take on her second male opponent, her hatred for the male of the species, no secret.

She proved, in an instant that looks can be deceiving, walking up to Koji in a somewhat non threatening manor, and quickly following it up with a good, solid boot to the groin, Koji fell to his knees, somewhat startled and amazed, if not extremely caught off guard by the attack, but Jessica was equally ruthless in her follow up, taking Koji by the head, and driving a solid knee to his face, without hesitation!

Koji fell back, but was once again a victim, Jessica kicking him swiftly to the groind again, as Koji suddenly began to scramble across the Asylum, certainly trying to avoid a third kick to that particular region of his manhood.

Koji escaped several more kicks, and then somewhat arrogantly… and much to the displeasure of the crowd, simply stood up, cupping his groind and smiling, a clear suggestion that he believed that Jessica had nothing more to hit him with.

How wrong.

The crowd exploded once again… Jessica clenching a fist and driving it into Koji’s face, he staggered back, the same shocked and confused expression worn on his face as he had after the initial attack, as Jessica measured back and kicked him square in the ass, sending him extremely close to falling out of the Asylum! Koji hung on for dear life, scrambling back in and recomposing himself, still trying to recover from the somewhat unexpected beating he’d taken, Jessica was on him again, but this time, he was prepared, catching her right fist, twisting her arm, and throwing her to the canvas with an arm drag, he then went on to prove that sportsmanship was not one of his virtues, offering her a hand up, before dragging her by hers, over his shoulder, and back to the canvas with another armdrag!

The laugh from Koji that followed once again had the crowd hissing in his general direction, as a disgruntled looking Jessica Jenkins flew back to her feet, and threw punched and kicks at Koji, all of which he managed to block using his martial arts skills, whilst managing to look extremely smug while doing so.

Once again, he was in for an unexpected… “treat”.

Jessica did the splits, dropping to the canvas, and headbutting Koji in the groin! Koji’s eyes rolled back into his head as he fell to the ground clutching his groin for the third time in the match, the crowd got to their feet, as Jessica hit Koji around the head with a swift spinning kick, and then kicked his legs apart, taking a short run up and preparing to hit him with… well, whatever it would have been, to the groin… it would more than likely have been the end.

Were it not for, a slight distraction.

A slight distraction called Nerva.

Nerva strode out onto the aisle, making her way to the Asylum somewhat threateningly, as Jessica stopped her run up toward Koji’s groin, and waved Nerva on down to the Asylum, Nerva didn’t disappoint… making her way down and up the steps, before standing face to face, albeit her on the outside and Jessica on the inside; with Jenkins.

Nerva prepared to lash out at Jenkins, but suddenly found that she wouldn’t have to.

Koji lashed out, hitting Jessica from the blindside with a cheap kick to the back of the knee, before grabbing her by the hair, and tossing her out of the Asylum! As Jessica lay on the outside clutching her knee, “Devil with the Kings card” played throughout the arena once again… as more wires, were about to be crossed.

Koji looked at Nerva suggestively, apparently, it was his belief that Nerva had come to help him, and that her primary motives were not to attack Jenkins, he was however wrong, and discovered so… as he was met across the face with a wicked slap after angling to give Nerva a kiss, Koji stood rubbing his face as Nerva shook her head and made her way back up the aisle, Jessica Jenkins meanwhile, fixed a glare on Nerva which suggested that their problems, were far… far from over.

Hypnosis Vs Few Member.
(T.V. Title)

“Well, Joe, Synn, it seems I fooled you both, just like I said I would a mere hour ago. You really should pay more attention, cuz I played both for fuckheads.”

The crowd cheer, as Harris paces around in the cell, waiting for Hypnosis to shut up and fight.

“What it said on that little piece of paper I got the biggest idiot I could find to deliver to Synn, was that Synn isn’t a MEMBER of The Few, he’s the LEADER of The Few, and so he aint getting a title shot tonight. Sure he’ll get one down the line, he is the number contender and all, and Synn, you have my word on that.”

Hypnosis laughs to himself as he swore Synn a title match last time around.

“So it seems Harris here got a little fed up with you last week, and with good reason. He earnt this title shot, by realising you're a fucking twat, so Harris, give me a second, and I’ll come down there and give you the beating you fucking deserve. Fucking Few scum.”

Hypnosis ran down the ramp, unbuckling the TV title on the way, and leapt in with his lead pipe. He stared at Synn, before symbolically dropping the pipe outside, making the fight fair. Harris ran at Hypnosis who crouched and delivered a stiff elbow to the gut, before flooring Harris with a rising uppercut.

Blood was flowing immediately after the punch, however, when Hypnosis went to capitalise, Harris head butted Hypnosis in the face, and followed it up with kicks to send Hypnosis reeling backwards. Harris got to his feet and grabbed Hypnosis by the head before lifting his knee into Hypnosis’ face. Hypnosis dropped once more… but exploded upwards with a hard lariat.

Hypnosis in a harder fight than he thought he’d be decided to work on the lower back, softening Harris up for the Hypnotiser, with stomps and knees to the small of the back. Hypnosis decided it was time, and tried to lock on the Hypnotiser, but Harris pushed away, sending Hypnosis into the cell wall again.

The crowd suddenly released a chorus of boo’s, and this caused Hypnosis to smile for some reason. Just as he predicted he turned to see the crazed fan running at him, this time with a baseball bat in hand. Hypnosis was still smiling when the bat mad contact with the side of his head, and before he hit the floor, the fan had levelled Harris as well.

But Hypnosis’ smiling wasn’t in vain, because soon enough two large men, bodyguards in plain clothes, jumped the fan.

ONE…

The larger bodyguard grabbed his arms behind his head as the guy kicked crazily

TWO…

The second guard tried to grab his legs with his hand but was kicked away

THREE…

The second guard gave up and bundled the fan to the floor

FOUR…

The larger guard swapped places with the smaller one

FIVE…

The fan was pinned down as the larger guard pulled at his mask

SIX…

The mask was off, and the man revealed to the world. It was…

SEVEN…

Carnage!!! Carnage broke free and ran backstage.

EIGHT…

Hypnosis staggered up to his feet. Still groggy form the baseball bat attack.

NINE…

Hypnosis delivered a last stiff kick to the side of Harris’ head, just for fun.

TEN…

Hypnosis had retained the title, and the crazed had fan had been revealed as Carnage. Although it was now clear why Hypnosis was so smug earlier, nothing had been answered. In fact even more questions arose. The man was Carnage. Carnage? Why Carnage?

Sterling Silver Vs Impetigo
(U.K. Title Semi Final)

If looks were anything to go on, Silver would have already won this match, but in the last few weeks we have learnt just how thought Impetigo really is. He’d fought not for himself, but for Wonder Hanna and for the now retired Super Hero, but never for himself. He’d beaten Nerva, and now he is one step away from the finals.

Silver knocked this dream sequence out of Impetigo’s head with a quick jab, and the match was on. Impetigo’s head cleared he focused on Sterling, before running at him like a crazy man, only for Sterling to drop toe hold him to the floor.

Silver tries to capitalise on the situation, as he starts to bury some stiff kicks to the ribs of Impetigo, and Impetigo merely responded by coughing up some blood. He managed to grab one of Sterling’s kicks, and pulled at Sterling’s leg, bringing him down to Impetigo’s level. Impetigo rolled over, and started punching at Sterling’s face. Silver did a good job at covering up, but Impetigo had the advantage and got to his feet first, giving him the time to deliver an uppercut followed by an elbow to the back of the neck. Sterling dropped to the floor, and it was now Impetigo’s turn to get the boots in.

Silver crawled to the cell wall and tried to get to his feet, but Impetigo spun Silver round and connected with an elbow to the Jaw, followed by a head butt to the nose. Impetigo knew he was way up in this match as he squarely planted stomps to the chest of Sterling Silver. Silver out of breath and bleeding from the nose lashed out with kicks in the vague direction of Impetigo’s body.

Impetigo stumbles backwards and falls on his ass. Sterling has a burst of adrenaline and gets to his feet the same time as Impetigo. He kicks Impetigo in the gut, before picking hooking Imp’s leg for a fisherman's suplex, but he stalls at the top of the suplex and crashes down, dropping Impetigo right on the top of his head, a move he calls “The Ratings Drop”. The crowd cringed at the thud of Impetigo on the ground, but miraculously Impetigo is still conscious. He grabbed Silver in a headlock, and lay there, motionless. Sterling struggled around, unable to break the Pitbull like grip on him, as Imp lay there trying his hardest to regain the ability to stand up. While he had the grip on Sterling though, the ref couldn’t start the count, as it was a submission move.

Imp’ released the hold and Sterling got to his feet, drained by the move. He rushed at Impetigo, but he was ready, and countered with a clothesline. Impetigo shook the cobwebs clear and grabbed Silver by the hair, before pummelling him with a kick to the groin, a knee to the gut, and finally an elbow thrust to the throat, “Ouch times three”. Imp’ had the match under control as he picked Sterling up once more, before drilling him an inverted DDT. Sterling lay on the floor moaning in pain, as Imp wiped some of the sweat off of his face. He knew it was all over, but he didn’t let the ref count. He wanted to finish this match off properly. He picked Sterling up once more, this time with great difficulty, as Silver was no more than dead weight. He grabbed Sterling’s left arm and bent it behind his back and up to his shoulder. Impetigo used his right arm to reach around his face and locked Sterling’s hands together. The Filth drop was ready, but one thing Imp’ didn’t expect was Sterling to have any life left in him. Silver flicked his leg back, connecting with a low blow, causing Imp to let go and start to fall backwards, but in a split second Sterling grabbed Impetigo and pushed him out of the cell.

The match was over, and some hoe Silver had pulled the win out of the bag, but he didn’t look like a winner, and he sure as hell didn’t look like someone who has ready to fight one more time.

Token Weed Vs Sterling Silver Vs Koji Tamura
(U.K. Title Final)

“Devil with the kings card” by Machine Head gave Koji the same “welcoming” as Sterling Silver received, it was quite evident by the huge amount of boo’s Koji and Silver had to tolerate, that neither man was a favourite, not only with the crowd, but with each other… the two had crossed paths before, and there were wounds waiting to be reopened any moment, Koji stepped into the Asylum and wasted no time in walking over to Silver, the two stood nose to nose, but were interrupted shortly after.
“Snowblind” by System of a Down.

The reactions from the crowd were a mixture of joy, hate… and surprise, and the expressions on both Koji Tamura and Sterling Silvers were certainly the above, all aside from the joy part, as Token Weed walked unexpectedly from behind the curtain, clutching a microphone.

“Well well, what do we have here, looks like the two of you are getting ready to go at it… in the fighting sense of course guys, what you do behind closed doors, is your own business.” Token started with a sly grin.

“So you’re probably wondering what I want right? Well… I’m not here to sell you any crack guys, although I know you’re probably getting the shakes for it right about now, no… what I’m here for is what is blatantly obvious, I’m the number one contender for the U.K. title, didn’t say when and where I had to take it, so I’m takin’ it now!” Token finished, suddenly dropping the microphone and rushing down to the Asylum!

Koji and Silver exchanged a short bewildered glance, before turning to Token, who advanced at a quick rate, and both levelling him with hard punches! Token snapped down, hitting his head on the canvas as a slightly upstaged feeling Koji and Silver pummelled him with kicks, Token suddenly went limp on the canvas, as Koji and Silver stopped, and began the assault on each other!

Sterling was the first to strike, cheaply punching Koji as he took a breather from kicking Token, Koji stumbled back, as Silver followed through, grabbing Koji’s head and slamming his cranium into the hard steel of the Asylum rim, the process continued as Sterling rammed Koji’s skull into the mesh repeatedly, before finally grinding to a halt.

Koji, literally… grabbed Sterling by the balls! Sterling let out a yelp, before releasing himself with a solid punch to Koji’s face, before stumbling away in agony, Koji… not surprisingly, was the first to recover, coming up behind Silver and lacing him with a stiff kick to the back of the skull, Silver fell flat out on the canvas, but Koji soon had problems, victim of a hard punch to the side of the head from a bloody, recovering Token Weed!

Token rushed at Koji, hitting him with more punches and kicks, but suddenly reeling away, Koji catching him with a swift strike to the throat! Token struggled, gasping for air, as Koji quickly dropped, kicking Token’s legs from beneath him! Token fell back on the canvas, and was soon in agony again, Koji bringing his calf down across Token’s nose, popping it in a shower of blood!

As Token writhed around clutching his nose, Koji got to his feet, only to be caught by Sterling Silver! Who took no hesitation in exacting revenge and kicking Koji in the face! Koji fell back, trying to roll and evade the kicks directed at him by Sterling, who shuffled furiously trying to kick Koji, Koji however did escape, hooking Silver’s leg and sweeping him to the canvas.

Silver popped up looking extremely angry, and humiliated, as he took more violent swings at Koji, who continued to dodge them, finally… Silver caught Koji, kicking him hard below the belt, and driving his skull into the canvas with a hard DDT!

Silver got up, preparing to taunt the crowd and Koji after his achievement, shocked however, to be on the receiving end of a stinging head butt to the face from Token Weed, Silver felt the unfamiliar warmth of his own blood coursing down his lip, and was encompassed with rage, rushing forth and striking Token violently around the head! Token desperately tries to get his hands up to block the fists, finally, Silver did something very uncharacteristic, grabbing Token by the hair, and returning the favour, blasting him with a headbutt and knocking him to the canvas!

However, the match had already displayed several times, that there is no time to celebrate, especially when an angry third party, is usually around the corner, Silver was soon under the hammer again, feeling the same rights and lefts that he had delivered to Token, coming in his direction via Koji Tamura, who finished him off with a solid superkick to the chin! Silver backed up dazed, and tumbled out of the Asylum!

Saved however, ironically, by Token Weed, who grabbed Sterling’s angle and yanked him back in, preventing a Koji victory.

But not preventing the fury of Koji, a victory grasped from his hands, he rushed forward, almost crushing Token’s head like a grape with a kick that crushed it against the asylum mesh! Koji was soon caught by the cheap tactics of Sterling Silver again however, who didn’t hesitate to his him with a low blow that made his eyes bulge, this helped Silver’s next action, gouging the eyes of Koji as he doubled over.

Silver sprung to his feet, giving Koji a further kick in the gut, and lifting him to a perhaps certain end; The Tarnisher.

Unfortunately, it was a certain end, but not just for Koji.

Token Weed leapt to his feet, driving a pump kick into both men which sent them stumbling from the position of Sterling’s finisher, into a precarious position on the Asylum mesh! Token swooped in, and to the crowds disgust, was able to hoist both men over and out of the Asylum, securing himself the win, the the United Kingdom title to boot, A bloody Token Weed snatched the title from the ringside area, and held it in the air to another disgusted response from the crowd, he then took off running, as Koji and Silver got to their feet, and apprehended them, how fitting that a title bringing Joe’s nation pride, was now held by one of the more callous men the Asylum had to offer.

How fitting.

Generating a reaction that you would normally expect from someone after they'd had someone spit in their face, Joe Campbell; considered to be the lowest form of life on planet earth, had only used the song once, and already it acted like the trigger to a gunshot reaction of hatred that spewed forth from the enraged fans in attendance.

There'd already been enough shocks on the night, but the expression worn on Joe's face suggested that he was about to unveil another, making his way down to the Asylum, and dodging various beverages, items of food, and spit attempts, Joe clambered up into the Asylum, and quickly took upon himself to simmer the crowd down.

By raising two fingers in the air, and shouting "Shut the fuck up, you yank bastards!".

Needless to say, it took a further few minutes or raging abuse, before Joe was finally able to use the microphone and speaks above the bustling crowd.

"Ah, well… now that you greasy, pathetic wastes of seating space are finished, I shall begin." Joe began, generating a further thirty seconds of abuse.

"I've come down here tonight, albeit unfortunately… to look each and every one of you overweight, pistol wielding bastards in the face, and make a little announcement, so if you'll all be quiet for a few minutes… I don't know, resume the McDonalds feasting, I'll make it." Joe stopped with a smile, several large lumps of the said McDonalds food narrowly missing him.

"I'm actually, believe it or not, going to shed some light on the masterpiece which was ManHunt, call it feeding my own ego, but my god, what a plan! I don't think any of you could possibly comprehend the genius it took to put it together… well, I don't think many, ahem… any… of you could comprehend "genius" at all, but alas… I'll dumb it down for you're benefits, Rave and I, we kicked some wrestler… scumbag arse!" Joe finished, taking in another heated response.

"But that ain't the best of it people… my announcement doesn't ever bare any relevance to that… it bares relevance to…

AUSTI…

WHAT THE FUCK!?" Joe screamed, a sudden fit of rage encompassing his face, as something in nearby front row caught his eye, Joe took a moment or two to compose himself, before finally revealing just what it was that'd caught his attention.

"Well… well… well, look what the cat dragged, or… wheeled in!" Joe said with a sick grin.

"Oh… I love this, how ironic… how the mighty have fallen! Literally in your case of course! Straight on your back, and speaking of being on backs…

How you doin' Brit?" Joe said, certain area's of the crowd suddenly erupting with cheers for no particular reason, perhaps it was a face… a familiar face which the camera's had just caught up with, it didn't take Joe long however, to confirm the video footage.

"I love it! Yet another of wrestling's biggest superstars! And my word, what a coincidence… yet another person reaping the HUGE rewards that the pro wrestling industry has to offer, why… first we had Ric Chronos… the bumbling and pathetic alcoholics anonymous member, and now… now we have you! One has to ask what the wrestling "biz" is going to send us next, judging by the state you're in, Ryan Moore is probably next on the list!" Joe finished, now receiving an intense amount of boos for his scathing reference to a now deceased former pro wrestling star.

"But… I honestly never thought I'd see the day… tell us…

MIKE BEAR." The crowd exploded deafeningly, as the face in the crowd Joe had finally been referring to was revealed, Joe waited disgruntled for the crowd to quieten down, as he continued.

"Tell us… what brings a "star", albeit half of one… like you, to a hellhole… like this!?" Joe said in an excited tone.

From his wheelchair, Mike just made a dismissive gesture towards Joe and rolled his eyes, having been used to nobodies trying to get cheap heat off him. This, of course, only served to enrage the man whose ego barely fits in the arena. “Dismiss me?! You don’t dismiss me you fucking cripple! If you think you’re so big, then why don’t you get in here and fight me? Oh wait, I forgot, there’s no fucking cripple ramp for you to get your sorry ass in here!”

As the crowd booed, Mike just stared at Joe, and then nodded. “Sure.”

Joe’s eyes bugged out, and then doubled over in laughter. You? Get up here and fight me? HA! I’d love to see that.” Bear taunted Joe a few times, which only made Joe laugh even more. “Oh man Mike, you’re too much. You want to fight me? Go ahead, why don't you wal... I mean, *roll* up here and we’ll see how much this “wrestler” sucks!” And it looked like it was really going to happen. Mike Bear, 2 time former fWo World Heavyweight Champion, who could barely move any part of his body below his chin was going to get into the Asylum and fight Joe Campbell. But that’s not what happened.

Mike Bear stood up.

The crowd erupted.

Joe nearly shit his pants.

Joe’s mouth was hanging agape as one of the most unstable men in wrestling slowly climbed over the guardrail and climbed into the Asylum. He turned to run, only to be stopped by Mike’s wife Brittany who had circled behind him while he was busy soiling himself. He turned around to see Mike Bear about a foot away from him. Mike snatched the microphone out of his hand and leaned over to look Joe straight in the eye and said two simple words.

“Hit me.”

Joe was too paralyzed by fear to do anything. “C’mon you stupid tosser. You *fuckhead*. HIT ME! I’ll even turn around. Hit me in the neck, that’s what I got destroyed a few months ago when I was tossed off the ramp.” Mike turned around. Joe was unsure what to do, so he looked back at Brittany, who nodded. Joe took a couple seconds to think, reared back, and struck Mike as hard as he could at the base of the neck. Mike flinched. He slowly turned around and leaned down to look Joe in the eye again. “Do that again. It *tickled*.” The crowd started laughing at Joe. Joe, sensing he had a chance, or perhaps in a moment of sheer stupidity, went to hit Mike again in the jaw. This time, Mike caught his hand, wrenched his arm around, and threw him down to the mat. He applied a new move in his repertoire, the Fujiwara armbar. Brittany picked up the microphone and held it up for Mike to speak. “So Joe. Can I call you Joe?” We could hear Joe scream out NO just loud enough to be picked up by the mic. “Great. You see Joe, I was just trying to watch a card that had a lot of great action until you decided to screw with me. It’s a bad idea to screw with me. That’s lesson one. Scream if you understand me.” Joe was just getting angry. “I can’t hear you,” Mike said, leaning farther back and putting more pressure on the elbow and shoulder. Joe screamed in pain. “That’s good. So apparently you don’t like wrestlers over here in The Asylum. What’s up with that? Some kind of childhood trauma? Some big wrestler steal your lunch money back in junior high? Ah well it doesn’t matter. I hear you’re trying to get rid of all the wrestlers on your roster. I bet it’d really piss you off to have Brittany and I on your roster, wouldn’t it?”

Brittany moved the mic over for Joe to speak. “There’s no way you’ll ever be on my roster! AHHHHHH!” Joe screamed as Mike leaned back again. Brittany moved the mic back over.

“Ah Joe, that’s not good business. You see, I can keep this up for quite a while, and I seriously doubt there’s anyone in the back with a big enough death wish to try and come out here and save you. You still have a main event that you promised and I seriously doubt these fans in the United Center or the fans watching at home would appreciate not seeing that match. You can’t very well have the match with the two of us in the ring.”

“Impossible! You can’t draw up contracts that fast!”

“Ah yes, you’re right, but a verbal agreement can be binding. You shake Brittany’s hand, we draw up the contracts, you sign them next week on The Sunday Show. And if you go back on your word, we can do this again anytime you like. How about it Joe?” Joe thought for a couple seconds before Mike leaned back even farther than before, looking like he was going to tear Joe’s arm out of the socket. Joe frantically reached his free hand up and shook Brittany’s hand, sealing the deal. Mike finally let go of Joe’s arm, picked him up and tossed him to the outside. Joe walked off to the back, clutching his arm in pain. Mike stood triumphant in the center of the Asylum. He looked around at the cheering crowd and smiled, then looked over at Brittany who tried to hand him the mic, but Mike motioned for her to speak instead. “So how are you all doing tonight? Enjoying the show?” The crowd cheered. “How about my man Mike? What do you think of him?” They cheered again. She looked up at Mike and smiled as well. “I think we’re gonna like it here.” The couple got out of the cage and looked like they were going to go back to their seats, but Malone motioned them over to do some guest commentary for the main event. Mike glanced over at Jean Paul before muttering something about traitorous Frenchmen and sitting down at the table in between Malone and Brittany.

Kenny Rock & LLB Vs A.D. & Steve Douglas

The attending crowd exploded, their new found hero emerging from behind the curtain; Angel Dalton. A.D. looked almost surprised at the huge ovation he received upon bursting through the curtain, and the crowd continued to cheer him on as he made his way to the Asylum, what they didn’t know… was that A.D. was hurting, the battle he’d fought just a week ago at ManHunt, had taken its toll, although gaining the ultimate prize in the end, A.D. was suffering.

He clambered into the Asylum, and shortly after the crowd exploded with cheers again.

“Underdog” by the Testeagles.

And with it, Steve Douglas.

Steve Douglas, contracted to the fWo, burst through the curtain and made his way to the Asylum, this was his first proper chance to get ahold of Kenny Rock, his first opportunity to dish out some revenge, a dish which everyone knows, is best served cold.

Douglas remained emotionless on his way down to the Asylum, clambering in… he and A.D. acknowledged each other with a nod, before approaching one another and evidently planning their tactics, however… all tactical operations, were quickly postponed.

The opening dialect of Linkin Park’s “Points of Authority” started over the speakers, and from that point on, everyone knew what to expect.

LLB.

The letters flashed across the video wall, as LLB stepped out onto the ramp, shaking his head almost in pity at the two men standing in the Asylum, they simply stared back, a look of quiet, reserved rage in each man’s eye… LLB however, was already playing the mind game, he gestured the rolling up of sleeves, and started to stride down to the Asylum, quickly prompting A.D. and Douglas to get into a defensive position, LLB however stopped dead halfway down the aisle, before smiling and shaking his finger defiantly at the two.

“Mudshovel” by Staind.

And a wave of boos filling the arena.

Asylum champion; Kenny Rock… stepped out of the Asylum, clutching the two things which were questionably the most important possessions in his life, his Asylum championship… and his sledgehammer.

Kenny held the two up in celebratory manor, basking in the glory of the hatred being directed toward him, LLB stood, nodding in approval, as Kenny finally made his way down to the Asylum, dropping off the title at ringside, the mind games… continued.

Kenny and LLB circled A.D. and Douglas menacingly, walking around the Asylum sporting smiles the likes of which would make the devil cry, Kenny brandished the sledge hammer menacingly, and the crowd quickly jeered with worry, as LLB snapped a steel chair up, giving A.D. and Douglas a disadvantage before the match had even begun.

And the mind games?

They continued.

Several moments passed, A.D. and Douglas circling defensively inside the Asylum as Kenny Rock and LLB panned the exterior like vultures, preparing to swoop in on wounded prey, and Douglas and A.D. were wounded, without question, Kodiak Vic Creed had re-hospitalised Douglas just one week ago, and A.D., battered and bruised, evidently still suffered from his battle at ManHunt.

Not only this, but it would appear that Kenny Rock and LLB had easily beaten Douglas and A.D. in the tactics race.

Suddenly, LLB sped forth, rushing up the Asylum steps chair in hand, instinctively, A.D. and Douglas rushed forth to take him down, but suddenly, he backed away submissively, neither man aware of Kenny Rock, who had doubled back, circling around them and rushing in behind.

CRACK!

CRACK!

Almost deliberately, Kenny lashed into the legs of A.D. and Douglas, the disturbing point being that he chose to do so as opposed to simply beheading them, he was obviously looking to keep the two grounded, while being able to deal a punishment he and LLB saw fit.

How ironic, that that LLB, “The Law”… was next to dish out part of the sentence.
SNAP! SNAP! LLB brought the chair down, two wicked striked to A.D. and Douglas, the first hitting A.D. directly in the face, and the second coming down across the spine of Douglas who sprawled out after the impact, Kenny and LLB looked to each other and smiled, the rest of the arena, did not.

The punishment continued, Kenny and LLB varying kicks, with jabs and shots using their respective weapons of choice, it looked grim… very grim for Angel Dalton and Steve Douglas, who had both started to bleed heavily, old wounds reopening and staining the canvas with red.

A.D. became the first victim of a due action, dragged up by the hair by LLB, he found himself wipped toward Kenny Rock, who did nothing, aside from hold the sledge hammer out, A.D.’s head connecting with it.

A.D. fell flat out on the canvas, as Douglas became the next victim, whipped at Kenny Rock, who again held the hammer out menacingly.

The crowd exploded.

Douglas ducked!

Kenny spun round furiously, but soon felt the air from his lungs forced out, Douglas nailing him with a wicked kick to the gut! Kenny doubled over, as LLB lifted his chair from the canvas, and began to draw back.

SMACK!

Another explosion of joy from the crowd, Douglas able to prise the sledgehammer from Kenny Rock’s hands, and swing it at LLB, unfortunately for the lawyer, the hammer connected with his chair, which in turn, cannoned into his face! LLB collapsed to the ground in pain, as Douglas turned and prepared to put an end to Kenny Rock.

CRUNCH!

A low blow, Kenny hit it, and smiled at Douglas, who dropped to his knees, Kenny caught him with a solid jab to the face as he did so, as Douglas finally fell flat to the canvas.

Kenny picked up the sledge hammer, with the intention of giving Douglas the same fate he had intended for Kenny.

Kenny drew back.

Kenny swung.

The crowd screamed.

But then calmed down.

Kenny swung at Douglas, but seemed shocked to find the sledge hammer absent from is grasp, had he dropped it?

Not a chance, Kenny turned, into the sight of a furious A.D., preparing to put an end to Kenny with a sledge hammer blow of his own.

But this time, the bad guys were going to scratch up a point.

THUD!

The crowd exploded with boo’s, as the sickening thud of the Erroneous Conclusion shattered into the side of A.D., bringing a half to his sledge hammer swing as LLB ran through A.D. like and exploding train, before getting up and leaving him for dead.

And the boos continued, as LLB and Kenny turned with evil intentions, to Douglas… who struggled to his feet at the other side of the Asylum, the two wasted now time, flooring Douglas and pummelling him with solid kicks and punches, across the ring… A.D. was still showing no real sign of movement from the blow dealt unto him by LLB, and now, things were looking just as bad for Douglas.

LLB and Kenny had quite simply kicked, the living shit out of him, Douglas was a bloody mess, and after a good amount of time spent by Kenny and LLB kicking at him, it was no surprise, the only good thing to come out of it was the distraction of the referee, who wasn’t able to count the downed A.D.

But Douglas, his end appeared around the corner as well.

Kenny dragged him up by the hair, giving him a few complimentary bitch slaps and snarling “Get up! BITCH!” which drew a quick roar of cheap heat from the crowd, LLB measured back, preparing to his Douglas with the fated Erroneous Conclusion, that would surely be the end of his match!

LLB ran.

Douglas peeled away!

LLB absolutely slammed on the breaks, narrowly avoiding slamming into Kenny Rock with the devastating blow, LLB looked Kenny in the eye, and breathed a huge sigh of relief, which was soon expelled, as Douglas rushed through, blasting LLB with a solid punch to the face, LLB fell back against the Asylum mesh, but unfortunately for Douglas, Kenny had his own attack already planned.

“The Finisher.”

Kenny sprung, set to take the head straight off Steve Douglas, but Douglas’ reactions were sharp for a man considered to be a veteran, who ducked in a split second, as Kenny flew directly over him, crotching himself on the Asylum rim!

For once, the Asylum crowd were cheering the actions of Kenny Rock!

Kenny and LLB tried to regroup, now nursing their own wounds, they were greeted by a not-so-nice surprise.

Douglas clutching the sledgehammer.

A.D. clutching the chair!

The irony didn’t need to be explained, there were new judges, new jury’s and new executioners, all rolled into two individuals!

THWAP!

SMACK!

LLB and Kenny rushed in, only to be met respectively by solid blows, Douglas braining Kenny with his own sledgehammer, and A.D. hitting LLB in the ribs with the chair!

Kenny stumbled to his feet, now bleeding from the hammer shot, as A.D. lined up the stumbling LLB.

And hit him with a right hand, the likes of which would probably send Mike Tyson into a coma.

LLB flew back, cascading into Kenny Rock, and knocking him down, before tumbling out of the Asylum! The crowd exploded, as “Between Angels & Insects” played once more, LLB was quickly up, a testament to the man’s sheer resilience, but he was clearly fuming, tossing chairs, camera men and anything he could get his hands on around at ringside, LLB clutched his head in disbelief and let out a furious roar, losing wasn’t something he was used too.

Strangely… Kenny Rock backed silently away from the celebrating A.D. and Douglas, before consoling LLB with disturbing words.

“Let them have their fun, they have no idea, no idea at all.” Kenny said, as he and LLB retreated up the aisle, suddenly however, they were forced to halt.

“Stop!” The voice of A.D. cried from the Asylum, Kenny and LLB grinding to a half.

“Before you two pieces of shit leave, I have something to say.” A.D. went on, the crowd roaring with approval.

“First of all, Kenny… I’m gonna talk to you, not just because I’m going to talk to the biggest piece of shit first, but what I have to say about you is the most important… you see, at ManHunt, I won… I came out on top, and despite the efforts of you’re little friend there, I emerged victorious, but despite that, ManHunt gave me something more than a victory, and a shot at you.

It opened my eyes.

You see Kenny, I know… I know now that I can step up and take my shot, anytime that I want, I proved it at ManHunt, and I’ll prove it again somewhere down the line.” A.D. stopped, Kenny tilting his head curiously at A.D.’s comments.

“So unfortunately Kenny, I’m letting you know… that I don’t want my shot yet, I don’t want to fight you at pAIN; Asylum’s anniversary show… and deep down within, there’s a part of me that’s ready to tear you to shreds, and take you’re title away Kenny, but I don’t want that shot.

Because I know that the man standing next to me, wants it more!” A.D. said, a mixed reaction surfacing through the stadium as even Douglas appeared to be somewhat surprised.

“So at pAIN, it won’t be Kenny Rock and A.D. for the Asylum championship… it’ll be Kenny Rock… versus DOUGLAS!” A.D. roared, as more confusion went through the arena, A.D. still hadn’t finished.

“And you, the lawyer… the fucking piece of shit that makes a living by taking other people’s away… if you’ve got the balls, which I highly doubt… I’ll see you at pAIN too!” A.D. finished, hurling the microphone to the ground as LLB nodded in response and the two exchanged words.

The focus however, wasn’t the exchange of words between A.D. and LLB, but the glare, the heated glare between Kenny Rock and Steve Douglas.

And the smile.

The smile on Kenny Rock’s face.

In giving Douglas what he wanted… had A.D. inadvertently given Kenny Rock his wish too?