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American Airlines Arena, Miami, Florida. (30th December 2001)

Death.

Death was in the air on the 22nd of December, and at the end of Asylum’s pAin pay per view, it came down and snatched the Asylum champion away.

There was never any doubt that Kenny Rock was unstable, of all the words which could define his persona, impulsive was perhaps the best… even in the beginning, as a whining pro wrestling anti fighting newcomer, Kenny’s outlandish actions and behaviours always suggested that he might one day do something he’d regret, the question was.

Did he really regret it?

Kenny Rock couldn’t beat Steve Douglas, he’d hit him with every trick in the book and still the 1,2,3 that had haunted him for years was impossible, Kenny however… as disturbing as it was, had never perhaps intended to leave the Qualcomm Stadium alive anyway.

Kenny couldn’t beat Douglas physically, so instead, he did so mentally… he put a gun to his own head and made sure that Steve Douglas would never, ever beat him… in his final act, Kenny Rock had beaten Douglas after all.

Steve Douglas was gone from Asylum television, a twist of ironic fate was that it would be the fWo whom would have to pick up the pieces, how those pieces would be effected by Kenny’s actions would remain to be seen, but Steve Douglas was never the most stable of individuals even in his finest months, this would surely take its toll.

And what of the Asylum championship? What of Joe Campbell? He had no champion, no face to line the merchandising fronts or advertisements, Asylum was without a frontrunner once again, and Joe hated this, it’d taken months, and months to recover from the Borst incident, and Joe had the ill feeling of déjà vu as he sat at his desk, the show hours away.

Before him sat the Asylum championship, he stared deep into the shining gold and had to ask himself, was it cursed?

As ridiculous as it sounded, Joe could still ask himself and keep a straight face, that title… and what it meant, had been an absolute disaster from the beginning, things started going wrong the day Borst won it, Joe had always been a firm believer that Tyler Burton would be the first ever Asylum champion, Borst was just a scruffy Englishman, he wasn’t what Joe wanted to be pushing forth with his product.

Then we had Archangel, a man who wasn’t about titles anyway… he’d won the title several times, but Joe often questioned if he’d ever really cared, the Archangel was more than titles, pain and violence where the only goals and aspirations he had, a piece of tin around his waist, simply made no difference.

The curse went on with Graphic Violence, he’d been a plague to Joe for the better part of 2001, and he capturing the title had been Joe’s worst nightmare, Shadows never truly prospered as champion however, and left shortly afterward, the title once again taking a victim. Inmate had been a champion too, and it’d got him precisely one thing, a jail sentence, Inmate had until recently been looking at a few years on the inside, only last minute evidence had saved his plea, all the same, Inmate had killed a woman and perhaps indirectly made his biggest ever enemy in Borst, another victim of the ill fated title.

Borst and Kenny Rock were perhaps the biggest victims of the supposed curse… each had been champions.

Each were now six feet under.

Joe didn’t need to be sceptical, the evidence was damning enough, he should just burn the title, get rid of it forever, it’d brought nothing but misery to his first year in charge, and he’d be fucked if he was going to invite another year of it, but of course… as often the situation with Campbell, he decided he’d give it another chance, he had the perfect champion in line, he’d been grooming him for the role for months, and now was the time to give him his shot, time to give the Asylum a new champion.

Joe prepared a speech for the fans attending on the night, he’d have to address the situation with the title and Kenny Rock, and how was he going to do it?

How he always did.

Ignorance is bliss.

Take a bow.

The American Airlines arena was full to the proverbial rafters.

For today, they would receive explanation, Joe Campbell, the Asylum owner… would have to address the public, he hated doing so, but this time there was no option, another of his prime and prestigious fighters was now deceased, and the public demanded to know what he was going to do about it.

It couldn’t however be questioned, that something strange was going on with the Asylum, brimming on the year of 2002, anyone could see that “little” changes were creeping in here and there, it appeared as though Campbell had invested in a brand new stage set, a huge video wall and miniature versions at either side, the entire structure emblazoned with Asylum logos.

And, TNN logo’s as well.

Perhaps not an investment after all, not out of Joe’s pocket at least.

The crowd waited heavily anticipating, and were suddenly roaring with joy, a massive firework explosion lighting up the arena, as the familiar, yet equally unfamiliar sound of “Voices” by Disturbed opened up the Asylum show, the elaborate fireworks continuing to blast away, as they did… the Asylum owner parted the curtain.

Joe Campbell made his way down the aisle, slung over his shoulder, the ill fated Asylum championship, once Kenny Rock’s, now Joe Campbell’s to do with as he pleased, he carried it down to the Asylum, with a microphone in his other hand, stepping up into the structure and clearing his throat.

“”Aha, the American Airlines Arena.” Joe began with smile “Lets take a trip down memory lane, shall we? Ah yes, this place… if I recall, housed this years fWo Pay Per View, Cyberslam!” Joe said with an arrogant smirk, the crowd exploding at its mention.

“Ah yes, host to one of the most craptacular events in the history of them all, why we had Mike “I had to use violence to get a contract here” Bear winning their main “accolade”, and of course… the prelude to the main event, Ric “I keep the liquor industry alive” Chronos winning another boring match… well, it’ll please you people to know that tonight, you’re going to get a real show” Joe finished with a grin, Joe was perhaps the greatest liar on earth, and he knew it, pelted by trash, violent gestures and angry remarks, he simply smirked, being a heinous individual had its advantages, especially when you were planning to do, what he would do next.

“So, here I am… the title of certain death over my shoulder, perhaps its time to commemorate, to remember… the celebrate the man that was… Kenny Rock, so… ladies and gentlemen… if you will, a moments silence for…” Joe stopped to wipe a phoney tear from his eye.

“The forever champion.” Joe said, the crowd silencing and several people within sparking up lighters and holding them aloft.

“Soooooooo, are you breathing!?” Echoed across the pa system, a murmur of confusion stirred through the arena as the silence was broken by what appeared to be Asylum’s new theme tune, “Voices” by Disturbed, Joe tapped his foot to the beat as the crowd began to boo some more, the moments respect being completely tarnished, as a minute passed and the music finished.

“Ah, there we go… thankyou for you’re silence ladies and gentlemen, the sponsors assure me that if I play at least a minute of that, every Sunday show, for the next year, I’ll make enough cash to jack this shit in… ahem, I mean “expand the horizons” Joe said with a sly grin, more trash pelting him, along with the insults.

“But seriously, I’m sorry… that was a bad joke, in bad taste, so lets now have a real minutes silence, to think about what’s important, a real minutes silence, and a real reason to have one” Joe said, the crowd finally hushing up to remember Kenny Rock.

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“GOD SAVE OUR GRACIOUS, QUEEN! LOOOOOOOOONG LIVE OUR NOOOOOOOOBLE, QUEEN… GOD… SAVE… THE… QUEEN!” Joe’s hideous singing voice screeched over the pa system, the crowd were now furious, several fans trying to jumop the rail and silence Joe were held back however by deliberately enforced security.

“SAIL… ON, VICTOOOOOOOOOOOORIOUS!, AND… BE… ANGO… DE DOO, DUM DE DUM OUR GRAAAAAAAAACIOUS QUEEN… GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!” Joe bellowed, finally stopping and clearing his throat, an action which would perhaps have been better implemented before his display.

“Ah, there we go, a nice show of respect to my glorious home land, a place I like to think about, every day, a heaven compared to the shithole that is yankland… but anyway, I’m sorry if I upset you all, so we’ll finally give you, the people! What you want…

YEAR END AWARDS~!” Joe cried, the crowd now exploding with rage, it didn’t appear as though Kenny Rock would be getting a memorial of any kind.

“Lets see…” Joe said flipping through some que cards. “Aha… here we go” Joe cleared his throat again.

“Best Theme Music!” Joe roared.

“And lets see… who did the people vote for, ah… here we go… the winner is “Bodies” by Drowning Pool, Archangel’s music!” Joe said in a sarcastic tone “Go on then, lets hear it” Joe finished, quietening down as the music kicked in.

“Sooooooooo! Are you breathing!?” Echoed through the arena again, not “Bodies” by Drowning Pool at all, but “Voices” by Disturbed again, Joe nodded his had to the beat… as a minute passed, and the music stopped.

“Ah, another few quid in the pock… erm, I mean… lets hear it for Drowning Pool!” Joe cried, the crowd booing intensely again.

“And now…” Joe began “The, Finish em’ Best Finisher award!”

Joe looked down at the paper, and a disgruntled look appeared across his face.

“Hmm… says here that the “Fuckhead” was voted the best” Joe said, the mere mention sending an explosion of cheers through the crowd, Joe simply frowned, and screwed up the paper.

“No sorry, dead people are not winners, therefore the best finisher award goes to… erm… Xearo L’ Vagrant, and his superbly named… “Fuckhead Killer” Joe finished again, the crowd booing him louder than ever.

“Unfortunately, stupid people who cannot speak do not deserve trophies either, therefore I have decided to keep the award… moving on, we have Jobber of the year? I think, well… I refuse to say the first word, because it’s a dumb wrestling term, anyway, the winner of the award is Chris Credible, and Chris… you’re award is in the post.” Joe finished, smirking again.

“Next up! Stupidest fighter of the year! And no surprise, Chris Credible does the double… as before Chris… the award is in the post, now… what’s next… ah, Diva of the year… aka the scantily clad slapper award, and no surprise, Nerva wins hands down! Nerva, the award is in the post darling, you’ll have to wait.” Joe said with a smile, the awards all seemed to be in the post, their arrival, if ever… was questionable.

“And what next, aha… the Sunday show of the year, PPV of the year, and Overall show of the year! Well, September second won the Sunday show award, and the two awards following were both won by seVered, all events which I masterminded, therefore the awards are at home on the mantelpiece, thankyou… thankyou!” Joe said taking a bow, and ducking a large can of sprite which whistled past his head.

“And now, the Worst bruise of the year award, and the winner is… A.D.! Following his courageous battle at ManHunt, A.D. won’t be getting any awards I’m afraid, but I’m sure he’ll be a very happy man by the end of the show, if you know what I mean.” Joe said, winking and rubbing the title over his shoulder, a very suggestive notion.

“Other honourable mentions from that category included some loser getting his head broken, and another loser called “Pete” having a scaffold fall on his head, how entertaining.” Joe remarked, the crowd booing more… and a little tension growing, Joe quickly glancing up the at curtain as though he expected it to move, he shook his head and reassured himself, before going on.

“And, lets speed things up shall we? Bloodiest Match of the Year was won by Archie and Nico, how grate… joint winner was supposedly a match between some fucking dead loser called Bo… Bors… and Inmate, I cancelled that one though, cause dead people and convicts get nothing from me.” Joe said, glancing nervously at the curtain again for reasons that couldn’t really be justified.

“Segment of the year was won be ME! Yes… the altercation between Mike Bear and myself won an award, I pocket it of course, because cripples… even if only falling into the mental category, deserve no awards… once again, there were a couple of nominations involving some tosser and his stupid wife, the Borsts… but again, dead people win nothing, so they lose unfortunately.” Joe said with another arrogant statement, once again peering up the aisle.

“Worst match of the year has some decent mentions, but the standout was the winner… Rico Vs Borst! Truly two of the biggest fucking losers ever to grace this promotion, again… neither were about to pick up the award, so I gave it to charity.” Joe said with a smirk, looking down at his brand new gold watch.

“Match of the year was no surprise, the ManHunt main event won it hands down, and not surprisingly really… masterminded by ME and won by your hero… Angel Dalton! I took the award however, cause it was my idea.” Joe said, winner of more awards than anyone else already.

“Dirtiest fighter award was once again won by someone called Pete, who is also dead, so this award also went to charity.” Joe announced, looking down at his new gold chain, sitting around his neck.

“Biggest let down award, well… there were an assortment of loser wrestler names voted for here, some chap called MUD, Chris Titan, Natural Born Killaz… some other bloke called Irish something… oh, and Borst dying won it… I refuse to see that as a letdown however, so I change the award at the last minute to greatest occurance so there you have it, dead dude Pete wins his first award!” Joe said, another eerie look to the top of the aisle bringing a little more atmosphere, as the crowd booed Joe intensely.

“Biggest screwjob award saw my name mentioned a few times, all outlandish claims that I simply put to rest, winner was Pete Corpse… I mean Borst… for his evil and I’m sure hilarious turn on me all those months back, look where it got him… ded and as a lesson to him, I took that award, so bleh.” Joe said, again glancing to the top of the aisle slightly nervously.

“Hardcore fighter of the year was Nicodemus, Technical fighter of the year was Inmate… Top newcomer was that junkie fucker… Token something… Weed I think, oh… and Top “heel” was apparently Pete Corps… Borst, again… I however changed this, because A: Heel is a faggot wrestling term and B: Kenny Rock deserves it more than anyone, only a true heel uses a glock as a toothpick on national television, here’s you you Kenneth!” Joe said, following it with a bellow of laughter.

“Top face also mentions for Inmate and Kenny Rock, and although they tied on votes with A.D., I gave it to A.D. anyway… because he rules erm… ahem, “he deserves it” Joe said once more, the crowd not pleased at all.

“Quote of the year was with no surprise, ”Fuckhead”… another award for my genius, a quote that I made commonplace, of course, people are going to disagree and said Mr. Ded deserves it more, but bah… what’s he gonna do?” Joe said, moving on once again.

“Angle of the year whatever that’s supposed to mean… was won by Pete Borst and Inmate, emphasis on the Borst dying bit may I add, anyway… they deserve it because crappy wrestling related awards are good enough for the dead.”

“Apparently, Interview of the year also went to Mr. Ded, with his “Felon Folklore: Part Company” interview, I agreed with this, because nothing can top the execution of the biggest loser of all time!” Joe stopped to perform a loud clap.

“And finally, Fans fighter of the year, once again… the corpse took the victory, closely followed by corpse #2 and Convict, none of them were worthy, and of course… recognising that the fans opinions weren’t worth shit I changed the winner to someone deserving, like perhaps… A.D.!” Joe stopped, pelted with more trash and insults from the crowd.

“And now to make the real announcement, with regards to this” Joe said, giving the Asylum championship a firm tap.

“Now I realise that you people would like to see some massive contest for it, a tournament… a big free for all match, some sort of ridiculous surviving thingy, and I thought about all of those, and once again remember that the opinions of you cretins counts for exactly fuck… all therefore, I have decided to ELECT! A New champion for this promotion, its about time I took some responsibility and gave this promotion a credible champion, who?

Hmm… I’ll tell you later on!” Joe finished, the crowd exploding with boos in objection of that fact that Joe was going to give the title away.

“Alright then, you thick bastards… I’ll give you a clue…

He truly is an Angel amongst men.” Joe finished with a sly grin, as “Voices” by Disturbed fired up again to drown out the furious roars of the crowd, Joe left with the Asylum championship over his shoulder, the message as to who the next champion would be, quite clear.

A glitch in proceedings.

Joe Campbell popped through the curtains, a broad smile on his face following his arrogant display, he walked into a corridor of scowling faces and harsh comments uttered under breaths, the majority of his roster making their way to their respective locker rooms, each shooting him a glare that had him frozen on the spot for a few seconds before the corridor cleared, nobody had come forth this time, but as Joe rounded the corner, he met face to face with someone else that didn’t look too impressed.

Angel Dalton.

“Ah, Angel… I’ve been expecting you, come to shake hands have we? “seal the deal” so to speak.” Joe said in a sleazy voice, winking at A.D.

A.D.’s expression however remained unimpressed.

“Listen Campbell, I don’t know what you think you’re doing… we’ll disregard the general parts where you made an ass of yourself and get right to the point, I don’t like you… I don’t like this hint dropping and secrecy, and more importantly… I don’t like this fucking notion that there’s gonna be some big award ceremony at the end of the show, where you hand me that title.” A.D. said in an angry tone, finishing up with slamming his fist into the title over Joe’s shoulder, rocking Joe back slighty… Joe regained his composure.

“Well, “Angel”… if you can tell me at which point, if any… that I said I was giving you the title, then I’ll hold my hands in the air, how do you know I’m giving it to you? I could be giving it to Archangel… or the fucking angel of Kenny Rock for all you know, don’t just to conclusions, mate… you might just be disappointed.

“No problem Campbell, that’s fine with me… just a heads up though, if you do plan on handing me that piece of tin, don’t count on me being there to receive it, so I’ll see you… later, I guess.” A.D. said with a wry smile, leaving Joe… mouth agape on the corridor.

Was Joe’s plan to crown a new champion suffering from a spanner in the works.

The expression on his face, suggested so.

Taking that most dear.

The next fight was ready to take place as the fans were slowly growing restless, looking for more of the crimson bodily fluid to flow. They began jeering any movement from behind the curtain, the first person who came out would be welcomed to hell. One, the asylum fans, and two, actually having too fight. But the fans would have to wait.

Snowblind....

The fans began booing instantly, as Token Weed stepped out, a smile implanted on his face, a glint in his eye and a plan in his head. Token walked down to the Asylum circle, he glared at the insides, the blood on the floor, he stepped inside and smiled as he pulled the microphone to his lips. The fans booed louder and louder, as he began to speak.

"Roid monkey's really seem to annoy me recently, I mean damn, you can't let a man have the one fucking thing he wants in his life..." Token said as expected "Walk" by Pantera blared over the public address system as Vic Creed walked out, his muscle shirt bulging, his sun glasses flashing, Creed was ready for buisness as usual.

"Come on Roid monkey, give her back to me, give me her," Token said forcefully as he looked at Creed, who had a look of complete rage on his face, not moving, motionless.

"Fuck you druggie, your not touching her ever again," Creed said as a look of anger crossed Token's face.

"Creed, give me Ayano, and all will be forgiven," Token said as he leaned over the edge of the cage taunting Creed on.

Creed sprung into action as he walked down to the circle, and pulled the cage door open, Token looked at him and smiled as he dived at Creed with a tackle. Token quickly went down with a punch from Creed, Token looked up and rolled to the side and back to his feet. Creed took a powerful swing, but Token quickly ducked underneath it and kicked Creed with a low blow causing the big man to fall to his knee's. Token bent over and picked up a microphone, he then grabbed Creed's shirt collar and pulled him to his feet, Token looked Creed dead in the eye and began to scream.

"CREED, GIVE ME AYANO RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" he bellowed as he looked at Creed, Token's ice blue eyes now bursting into a living inferno of hatred, a living inferno of madness... Creed looked at Token, the same flame in his blue eyes, the same hatred, the same want to kill the man stairing at him less than an inch away. That's when Creed snapped...

Creed swung a hay maker blasting Token in the side of the head, Token slumped to the floor of the Asylum, blood trickling down his nose now. Creed reached over the wall of the Asylum, grasping a chair in his massive hands. He lifted it high into the air and swung in a downward motion, blasting Token in the head hard. Token's eyes instantly shut as a second blow from the chair came raining down across the back of his head. A red spot began forming on the back of Token's head, Creed dropped the chair beside the microphone, and once again their sat Token Weed, unconcious at the hands of Vic Creed. Creed walked up the ramp towards the curtain, satisfied with his work, Token wouldn't mess with him again....

"Creed..." Token said as he let out a cough of blood.

"Creed, next week your tune will change, I'll have..." another cough as Token struggled to lift his head off the mat to speak. A look of horror began to cross Creed's face once again as Token used his last bit of energy to let out his sadistic smile and utter a few more words.

"What you hold most dear, Creed..." Token said as his head slumped and Creed began screaming at the top of his lungs.

"YOU EVER TOUCH HER, I SWEAR I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU, I SWEAR TO GOD!" Creed screamed as he threw the microphone down and walked backstage. Creed began his walk back to his locker room in solitude.

Warning.

Backstage, Nerva wandered along the hallways, looking for Impetigo’s locker room. Upon finding it, she knocked on the door. “Come in,” she heard him say. She walked in and saw him taping his fists up, with Wonder Hanna sitting beside him on a bench.

“Hey Impetigo,” said Nerva, “you’re fighting Koji tonight, aren’t you?”

Impetigo put the roll of tape down. “Yep. Anything in particular you want me to do to him?”

She shook her head. “No, no… no thank you. I just came here to warn you about him. He’s-I don’t know. He’s just been more violent than ever before, and I don’t want him to seriously hurt anybody, you know? I think it’d be best if you kept Wonder Hanna back here. Koji’s dangerous. Really dangerous. I don’t care how much he hurts me, but I do care if innocent people get hurt along the way.”

“That’s a good idea, Nerva,” said Impetigo. “But I don’t feel right leaving Hanna back here when this masked guy is following us around, and-”

“I’ll stay here with her, don’t worry.”

Impetigo shrugged his shoulders and then nodded. “Okay, thanks.”

Koji Tamura Vs Impetigo

"Devil With The King's Card" by Machinehead signaled the entrance of Koji Tamura, who came out to a sea of boos. The man walked down towards the Asylum cage with a sense of pride, a pride he didn’t deserve to have. Following Koji’s entrance, "Conserve" by Big D and the Kids Table blared over the PA system and out came Impetigo, alone. Last week at pAIN he had been attacked by a masked man, and the question in the back of everybody’s mind was; would he attack again?

The two began to circle, and Impetigo went straight on the offensive by getting Koji in a headlock, and immediately followed it up with a left upper cut to the jaw. Koji stumbled back but shot back up and spat right in Impetigo’s face, in a sign of disrespect.

Koji followed that distasteful attack up with two sidekicks to the sternum, and then quickly hit him with an elbow to the back of the neck. Impetigo went down to his knees, and Koji rocketed out a devastating round kick to the jaw, which made Impetigo snap back towards the mat.

Koji brought Impetigo up to his feet, and hurled him across the asylum circle against the hard metal cage. Tamura began to stalk towards Imp’ but to the crowds surprise Impetigo fired out a huge sidekick to the right knee of Koji. Impetigo raised to his feet quickly and nailing Koji with a massive head butt to the face!

As Koji stumbled back Impetigo charged at him with a clothesline, but Tamura sidestepped the attack, and locked Impetigo into a rear naked chokehold. But to the crowd’s delight Impetigo fought out of it with an elbow to the sternum, he swung around to Koji’s back and locked Tamura for the Filth Drop!

But Koji took the easy way out with a back kick to Impetigo’s low regions, which sent the crowd into a series of boo‘s. With Impetigo down, Koji squatted down and began to rifle out a series of punches to the face. Koji then went over to a side of the Asylum, and grabbed a chair which was conveniently in his reach.

The rest was history.

With a single whack to the back, and a 10 count the match was over. And Koji Tamura was awarded the victory. But what was to come wasn’t very sportsman like on his part. Koji brought the chair up and drove the end into Impetigo’s ribs. He brought it up again and dropped it into his throat. Impetigo hacked and coughed for air. Koji reached out of the Asylum and grabbed a microphone. He planted a foot on Impetigo’s chest, causing blood to spurt out the sides of his mouth.

“Nerva,” he said, “come out here, darling. This ugly fuck doesn’t have to suffer because of you. Why don’t you come down and save him?”

Up on the AsylumTron, Nerva sat on a chair beside Wonder Hanna. “Oh my god, you have to help him, Nerva!” said Hanna. Nerva stood up and looked down into the TV screen. “I don’t know if I can.”

Koji placed the steel chair on Impetigo’s head. “I’ll squash his head into mush if you don’t come out here! I’ll do it!”

Nerva looked into Hanna’s eyes and saw that her own problems were hurting people who weren’t even involved. She grabbed a broomstick from the corner of the room and stormed out down the hallway. She reached the stage deck and brushed past the curtains. The fans cheered her as she walked down the aisle, but she didn’t know what she was going to do. Koji picked up Impetigo’s limp body and threw him out of the cage.

He crossed his arms. Nerva climbed up the stairs and leapt into the Asylum. Koji slowly walked towards her, but halted when she brought the stick up. He smiled at her, and then she froze. If looks were able to kill, Nerva would be dead. She was frozen like the statue of a dead president. Koji kept staring into her eyes as he took the stick away from her. He turned her around to face the AsylumTron, where Wonder Hanna was worriedly looking at the television set.

“You watch,” said Koji. A hooded masked man barged into the room causing Hanna to scream as loud as she could. Before Nerva could run back, Koji choked her with the broomstick. The masked man grabbed Hanna by her shoulders and pushed her against the wall. Nerva struggled to get away from Koji, but she couldn’t. Hanna began to choke as the man wrapped his hands around her neck and violently shook her back and forth. The screen went dead.

Koji brought his mouth close to Nerva’s ear. “This is all your fault, Nerva! Look at what you did! Wonder Hanna would be safe if it weren’t for you. And Impetigo, Impetigo didn’t have to get beaten to a bloody pulp.” He threw Nerva down, and walked up the ramp with the stick.

Winner: Koji Tamura via Knockout

Getting Personal.

Vic Creed sat silently on a chair in his locker room as the screams of the crowd could be heard through the walls. His wallet was in his hands, and a picture of a little girl sat there. Creed began to rub the picture, as a tear slowly drifted down his face. If anyone in the world would of saw this, Creed would of killed them right there, seeing a man such as Vic Creed cry.. that wasn't supposed to happen.

"He threatened my family," Creed said as he looked at the picture some more. Creed sat in his chair, as his thoughts drifted through his head.

"What family have I given her? I WAS NEVER THERE FOR HER" Creed roared as he punched the wall, he was a wreck, the steroids were now playing with his emotions, and emotions are a powerful thing for a powerful man. Emotions seemingly fule the fire for Vic, and these ones couldn't choose who to hate, Token Weed or himself.

Creed's demeaner changed as he looked at the picture in his hands, another tear streaking down his cheek.

"What have I done..." Creed said as the words floated into the air into darkness.

Dissident Vs Archangel & Inmate

And so, a new beginning for the Asylum team titles.

Once prosperous, the team title division had been quiet of late, former champions aka the Natural Born Killaz released from the Asylum contracts for destroying the original titles, the new belts had sat dormant for many months, until now, the new titles would finally find new owners, who however… remained to be seen.

In a twist of fate, Joe Campbell was laying everything to chance again, he’d taken a gamble with Mike Bear once, and it had resulted in Bear “convincing” Joe into signing him up to a lucrative contract, at pAin… Joe gambled with Bear once again, and lost bigger than he could ever have imagined.

Fear.

Joe assumed that bringing in a great enemy to take out Bear was the best option, disregarding Bear & Fear’s long term friendship, the plan once again backfired, Joe signing Fear to a contract only for him to turn and slap Joe in the face, Bear and Fear were back… and so were the Underground.

Third time lucky? Joe was a gambling man… this time however, the team titles were at steak… a chance for Bear and Fear… the “Dissident” individuals that they were, to truly get their feet inside the door.

As always however, Joe wasn’t without a good hand of cards.

“Bodies” by Drowning Pool brought forth the man monster, Archangel… tonight would be an interesting battle indeed, Angel was matched well by Fear and this wasn’t often something he’d encountered, Bear and Inmate were also perfectly matched, it was without a doubt going to be a close one.

As Archangel reached the ring, “I Disappear” brought forth the introduction of Asylum’s new Extreme champion, Inmate… he made his way down to the Asylum, wearing his new barbed wire gloves, and the barbed wire wrapped Extreme title around his waist, Archangel and Inmate had seemingly come together in previous weeks, bound by their own hatred, the two now appeared to be finally putting their differences aside, and working as a team… at least, that’s how it appeared.

It couldn’t be denied that pAin was a night of ups and downs for each of the two, Archangel had come to the aid of Inmate and helped him secure the Extreme title, but in Archangel’s hour of need against Token weed, the Extreme champion was nowhere to be found.

The occurrences of the week previous were brushed aside however as the two nodded to acknowledge the battle ahead, Inmate snapped up a chair and brought it on his way, as the crowd suddenly blew the roof off the arena, “Sleep now in the fire” by Rage Against the Machine blasted through the speakers, as Mike Bear and Fear aka Dissident made their way down to the Asylum surrounded by a massive ovation by the crowd, Bear wasn’t sporting his usual grin, the gameface was well and truly on as he and Fear marched down to the Asylum and stepped in… face to face with their counterparts, no hesitation in either of them.

The bell tolled, and a truly memorable battle began.

Bear and Inmate spared no time, instantly exploding into each other with wicked punches, Inmate hadn’t forgotten Mike’s trickery to cost he and Archangel a victory over him the first time, and he hadn’t forgotten Bear’s interview remarks either, Bear on the other hand, hadn’t forgotten about the rough treatment Inmate had given him on his arrival, and showed it, taking Inmate down to one knee with a stunning right hand.

Fear and Archangel however were still locker in a furious stare, the two were stood face to face, and the tension between them was echoed throughout the crowd, which exploded just as they did, Fear and Angel suddenly striking into action and beating into each other with the same rights and lefts.

Bear suddenly flattened the Inmate, a solid knee to the side of the head leaving him sprawled against the canvas, Bear then wasted no time in helping his partner, rushing over to Archangel and leaping onto his back, trying to snare him early on with the UnBearable Dragon Sleeper!

Too early perhaps, Archangel spun and squirmed, flinging Bear like an ant from his back, Mike connected spine first with the steel mesh, and as he stumbled back to the center of the Asylum, was met by a second nasty surprise.

CRACK!

Inmate slammed the steel chair down over Bear’s skull, leaving him to twitch on the Asylum canvas, he followed straight up by sending the chair rocketing into the gut of the massive advancing Fear, knocking him to his knee’s with a solid shot across the spine as he doubled over!

Archangel & Inmate then brought tactics into plan, first singling out the downed Bear with some rock solid punches and kicks, punishing him into a motionless state, before turning to the massive Fear, and doubling their efforts, forching him toward the edge of the Asylum in an attempt to push him out.

Inmate was the first to be surprised, Fear putting one hand around his throat and using the second to slam him in the face with a solid jab, knocking him back onto the canvas, he then focused on Archangel who hooked him around the waist, trying to force him over and out of the Asylum, Fear counteracted the hold however, hooking Angel’s head and using the momentum to drive his skull into the solid steel of the Asylum rim, Archangel’s head split open on a shower of blood, as Fear kicked him in the gut, and made the impossible, seem all so possible.

A powerbomb.

The crowd couldn’t quite fathom it, Fear hooking Archangel’s massive frame and lifting him awkwardly up onto his shoulder, his legs suddenly buckling slightly, dropping Archangel squarely on his head, Angel lay motionless on the canvas, as Inmate rose to his feet behind Fear, and made the impossible seem possible just as Fear had.

He hooked the massive Fear around the waist, and dropped him directly on his head just as he had with Archangel, with a giant release German suplex! Inmate struggled up to his feet, but was met by someone who’d been seemingly forgotten in the battle.

Mike Bear.

Snap, Inmate found himself face down on the canvas, a fujiwara armbar locked sternly in, Bear wrenched back and snarled disheartening comments at Inmate about giving in, Inmate struggled in agony, his hand momentarily raising in a tap out motion, much to the shock of the attending crowd, the hand however didn’t tap, laying down on the mat, Inmate was somehow unable to roll out of the hold, catch Bear’s trailing leg.

And turn the tables significantly.

Bear was suddenly in his foe’s previous position, in complete agony, Inmate had snap locked on and was relentlessly wrenching on the hold, it was he whom was now snarling the disheartening quit taunts in Bear’s direction, as Bear reached the mesh and gripped it with his fingers, to no avail… the rules of the wrestling ring long gone, Bear however couldn’t be regarded as that stupid, slowly to the crowds roars, pulling himself up chain link by chain link, until he was finally gripping the rim of the Asylum with both hands, his elevated position was countering the power, and with one push of the locked leg, he was able to force Inmate stumbling across the Asylum.

CRACK!

Straight into the massive boot of Fear, who sent Inmate down with a wicked thud, Bear and Fear smiled at the achievement, before turning to face Archangel who staggered to his feet across the Asylum, both men rushed in, but Angel was able to evade, using Bear’s momentum to catapult him over the Asylum rim, the crowd exploding with shock as Bear and Fear had seemingly been defeated, they soon however cheered with joy, Bear somehow “skinning the cat” back into the Asylum, and catching Archangel across the head with a hard punch as he closed in on Fear, Archangel staggered forward straight into the waiting jaws of Fear, who clasped him around the throat, and much to the crowds shock, gestured for a chokeslam.

No such luck.

Archangel send a massive boot into his groin, a second later, the vice like grip of Vengeance was locked in, Fear struggling in agony as Archangel squeezed furiously at his face! Archangel prepared to tackle him to the ground, but was met by the searing sting of steel cracking into his spine, Mike Bear making good use of the chair earlier brought to the Asylum by Inmate, snapping it straight into the spine of Archangel, as Fear and Angel both collapsed to the canvas exhausted, Bear turned to rush Inmate, but Tyler Burton was swift, locking Bear by the head and the arm, and suplexing him over his head.

Only for Bear to perform a remarkable twist in mid air, leaving instinct to do the rest from the position he found himself in.

UnBearable!

The crowd erupted with cheers, Mike Bear’s vice like arms snaring the throat and arm of the Inmate and squeezing and clenching every last breath from his body, Inmate was in deep trouble, Bear using his formidable power to relax then lift Inmate off the canvas with the hold every few seconds, suddenly however… the crow exploded with boos.

Joe Campbell.

Campbell made his way down to the Asylum with the Asylum championship around his waist… Inmate was now struggling hard to escape Bear’s hold as Fear and Archangel lay exhausted on the canvas still, Joe clambered up the steps and whistled, prompting the referee to come over, Joe whispered something into the referee’s ear before grabbing him by the collar in a threatening gesture, the referee turned just in time to visibly see Inmate tapping out!

The crowd couldn’t believe their eyes either, Burton was tapping to Mike Bear’s UnBearable, exploding with cheers, the crowd hit fever pitch as the bell rung.

And “I Disappear” by Metallica played.

The crowd suddenly hissed with boos.

“The winners of this match… by referee decision, and NEW Asylum TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! Archangel… and Inmate!” The announcer roared, Bear’s face a picture of rage and shock as Joe Campbell laughed insanely across the structure, the words which exited Bear’s mouth didn’t need to be deciphered, they weren’t very nice… as Fear got to his feet, suddenly bolting at Joe and snatching him by the collar.

Conveniently however, a swarm of security were suddenly on the scene.

A group of around 20 guards ushered A furious, enraged and seething Mike Bear and Fear out through the crowd, Joe still smirking as Inmate uncharacteristically got to his feet, snatched the title from the referee… and left, Archangel rose to his feet in confusion and looked at his half of the team titles, sitting on the floor, he simply walked away, leaving it… and Joe Campbell mouth agape.

It appeared as though Joe Campbell had finally won the gambling game, however… in doing so, had he pissed off the dealer?

Mike Bear’s and Fear’s faces disappeared through the fans, but the picture of rage on them would be one that Joe would not likely forget for a while, Joe however took a microphone, and had something to say.

“Archangel and Inmate, new champions everybody… give them a good hand!” Joe said with an evil smirk, the crowd booing furiously.

“Aaaaaaaand now, to announce the NEW Asylum champion!” Joe cried, the atmosphere picking up considerably… the time had come for a new champion to be crowned.

Winners: Archangel & Inmate via Referee Decision

Ghosts from the past?

The crowd are buzzing. You can feel the electricity flowing through the crowd. Joe is about to announce the NEW Asylum World Champion.

"So who will it be?" asks Joe as he stands in the centre of the Asylum, mic in one hand, and the Asylum Championship in the other. "Who will be the next Asylum Champion?"

The fans begin to chant a particular fighter's name, and Joe smiles. "Yep, I think you know who the champ is going to be. This guy is gonna look great on the posters. He totally deserves the title. Come on out-"

Two drum beats hit over the PA system, followed by an extremely familiar tune.

"Shit joke." says Joe with a smirk on his face. "Fuckin' in the Bushes... oh my. Turn it off and get-"

Joe is interrupted by a huge roar from the crowd, so loud that you can feel the building tremor. "YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING!" Joe screams, as he gazes down the aisle at the oncoming deadman.

No, not The Undertaker. This guy is waaaaay more bad ass than him. Or should I say bad arse.

He stands outside the Asylum and snatches a mic and a steel chair from the ring announcer before throwing the original Asylum Championship in the ring.

"Fuck you Campbell. I don't know why, but FUCK YOU." he screams as he clambers into the ring. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, FUCK YOU!"

His needless profanity still touches the hearts of the thousands of fans as they scream louder and louder with every fuck.

"What the hell are you doing here?!?!?" screams Joe. "YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!"

He shrugs his shoulders and grins. "No Campbell. YOU'RE dead."

A swift kick to the belt, a poke in the eye, and a chair toss later, Joe Campbell has - not for the first time in his life - been made a Fuckhead. Much to the approval of the fans might I add.

He begins to poke Joe repeatedly, shouting down the mic as he does so. "Are you dead yet? DIE CAMPBELL! DIE! SEE! You're dead Campbell. Fucking loser. HA!"

He turns around a few times, gazing at the crowd, who seem to have stopped cheering and screaming. They have probably suddenly realised that they're staring at the guy that they saw get pumped full of lead months ago.

"C'mon... didn't it ever occur to you that it was a bit strange showing a guy get shot in a prison on national fucking tee veeeeee?" he bellows. "You're even thick more thought than I thick. Wait. No. You're even more thick than I thought!"

He just stands in the centre of the ring for a while, as the crowd gets quieter and quieter.

"Sheesh... it was an ANGLE. Fucking hell. And people say I have trouble grasping reality. By the way, this..." He bends over and picks up the original Asylum Championship. "... still belongs to me. I've decided what I'm gonna do with it, and that's not keep it myself... but I'm not gonna tell you yet.

"I've also got a long explanation about this whole dead thing, one that you'll probably find really interesting and want to kiss my fucking arse about til the sheep come home... but I'm not gonna tell you that yet either.

"Instead, I'm gonna do the Asylum a favour and boost the ratings a bit by adding a little bit of suspense to the show. I'll tell you the WHOLE, REAL, story about me fucking off for a while, and I'll also tell you who's gonna get MY Asylum Championship."

A grin covers his face from ear to ear. He leans over the side of the Asylum and stares at a few fans. "You'll all definitely tune in next week won't you?" whispers He.

He points at a camera and beckons it towards him. He stares into the camera for an extreme close-up and winks.

"All that and probably a bit more on the next Sunday Show!

"Tune in next week for...

"BORST!"