It served merely, as the beginning.

Nerva had a large bandage over her forehead, and held the Asylum Championship over her shoulder. “Women” she said, “right now couldn’t be a better time for us to be together. Last Saturday was yet another one of our battles in our war on men. I won’t butter anything up.

There were a lot of fuck-ups and disappointments.

“Akha, look at me.”

The beast looked up.

Nerva shook her head at her. “You were supposed to beat Contessa to a motherfucking bloody pulp. She’s a tiny little bitch, and you couldn’t beat her. Damn it, Akha, you let her piss on you. I know what it’s like to be pissed on. You must feel like a worthless piece of garbage.

Don’t worry; it’s a good sign. It’ll motivate you to get your fucking act together.”

Lotus tried to avoid eye contact at all costs, especially after losing at Broken. But Nerva would have none of her wandering eyes. She pulled Lotus’s chin towards her.

“My blossom,” said Nerva, “I expected you to win the most. If you’ve won a battle with cancer, what’s a fight with two worthless menemies? Your story is an inspiration to us all, Lotus. You are a piece of my heart and I love you as my sister. I don’t give a fuck how big or muscular the menemies are. I am crafting you to destroy any given man I point at.

“When some blonde Christian ejaculates in your face, you don’t fucking take that! You grab him by the dick and pull until it falls off with the veins and blood trailing behind. Nolite te bastardes carborundorum. Don’t fucking let them grind you down. Do you understand me?”

Lotus’s eyes were a fixed stare. “Yes, Nerva. I understand.”

Nerva smiled and kissed her on the forehead. “Good. Very good. Now,” she said, “please stand up, Nicole.”

Nicole stood, looking forward into the wall. When Nerva approached her, she immediately turned to face her.

“You were very impressive last night,” said Nerva. “I couldn’t have picked a better person to pull it off. I like your style. The way you talk. The way you don’t give a shit about anyone else’s opinion. The way you dress, with that nightstick hanging out of your belt. Know how to use that?”

Nicole nodded. “Yes, Nerva. It can be used as either a striking or choking device.”

“It can be also used to ram it up a man’s ass.” All of the women laughed at the joke. Nerva continued, “All sick jokes aside, there’s something I need to talk to you about. That nametag. It says Nicole Carson.”

Nerva pulled her keys out of her leather jacket pocket and scratched out the last name ‘Carson’. “You don’t need that last name as long as you’re in The Movement. It belonged to a man once, so it doesn’t belong here. Do you understand?”

Once again, Nicole nodded. “Yes.”

“As for the rest of you,” Nerva said, “keep in mind that you are women and you are superior beings than anyone or anything else on this earth. You embody perfection.”

He wobbles between whether he should read it or simply throw it away. He decides he'll give it a read. He opens the envelope and begins reading.

"Dear Joe,

Please open your mind. You seem to be a bit stubborn when it comes to bringing a wee bit of female into your creation. I'm not like all the other lasses you've got working for you currently. I'm sure they'd tell you they're not like every other woman too though...and so, you'll be a bit skeptical. Aye, it happens.

You can refuse to let me in, that's understandable, it's up to yourself. All that I ask though is you muster up some time and respond to this letter. It's the right thing to do and I was sorely offended that you thought not enough to respond to my last letter.

I hope to hear from you...I hope very much so.

waiting,

-Gwen O'reilly"

Joe blinks, he had offended a woman? How could he do such a thing? He would just simply have to respond to this wonderful little letter right away. He puts his pen to paper and begins his very heartfelt response to Gwen O'Reilly.

"Fuck.......Off.

-Joe"

Joe smiles, puts his letter in an envelope and addresses it to the return address of the letter he received. He makes a mental note to drop it off at the post office later. He wouldn't forget...

Joe likes pissing people off.

I knocked on the door. Once. Twice. I could hear a fat bong toke ring clear in the distance.

Man, this is gonna be great. I get to smoke some chronic and fuck a big cocked, black guy.

Right on. Groovy. Uh, Yeah.

I knocked again.

"Who da funk is it, mang?"

Ok, yes he sounded like a dumbass. But, sometimes dumbasses can go all night. You know? On the count of them being so fucking stupid that they don't even notice when they're having sex. Shit, I better answer back.

"It's Contessa."

"Come in, ma-....um...Wo-mang."

I opened the door and slinked my way in and sat down neck to my target.

"Hey honey can I try some of that?" As I reached for the bong Cheno snatched it away like a selfish brat with his favorite toy.

"MINE! - mang."

Guess, I'll just have to get what I came here for...

"Oh, well...maybe you'll give me a couple tokes...if I...give you a couple tokes?"

"What mang?"

Dumbass.

"You...know....tokes?"

Eddie Cheno stared blankly at me.

"Tokes...on your penis? Using my vagina...? HELLO?"

Eddie still wasn't getting it. I'll just be blunt then.

"Let me fuck your brains out and you'll give me some weed, ok?"

"Uh....."

I didn't want to give him time to think...or NOT think...so I ripped off his stupid ass shirt and pulled down his pants.....and....and....

Well, do I really have to go into detail? I fucked him and stole his stash when he fell asleep.
YAY ME~! ^_^

One cock down. Several more to go.

I smoke two joints in time of peace. And two when I'm a whore. I smoke two joints before I fuck two guys...and then I smoke two more...SMOKE TWO JOINTS

I'm a great singer.

Next Segment please?

"DISGRACEFUL." Steve said.

"Yeah, esse, totally. I mean, who would paint "FtfWo" over "Job" in the Job Cave, anyway?" Janito enquired, looked rather peeved as he adjusted the utility belt on his bodysuit.

"And how about the Jobmobile? They redid the whole paintjob to have some guy with eight pounds of makeup, a guy with a shiny head, and a guy who looks like Mr. Roboto on it! Do you know how much money it'll set us back, again, to get the paintjob to have Horowitz, Mielo, and Heftel?" Janito asked, even if it was a rhetorical question.

"PLENTY." Steve offered.

"Sheesh, you try for a vacation and some wankers calling themselves the Eff Tee Eff Dubya Oh are running around in your place of residence..." Beef said, disdainfully. "It's stuff like that that's causing this country to go down the tubes!"

"Totally! And that Perfect guy smelled! Really awfully, esse! I mean, he smelled like he just pitched a perfect game or something!"

"Well, at least we're back to rid the world of the criminal element!"

"TOTALLY."

They walked on.

Villam stepped into the Asylum and was handed a microphone.

"What, what, what? Where's Almighty?......

Where?"

The crowd didn't know what to think. Villam's behavior was....odd.

"..........YOU TOLD ME TO COME OUT HERE RAVE? WHERE'S ALMIGHTY?"

*Fizzle*

*Static.*

The greatness that is the Asylumtron blinked on, showing taunting visions of a foundry in an undisclosed location. The camera rose up a flight of steel stairs and revealed the image of Rave standing next to a vat of molten steel. The boiling lava-like substance bubbled under the intense heat. Almighty leaned against the railing, taunting Villam from its position. Carved in cursive letters down the wooden handle was the name "Rave Caprino."

Around Rave's waist? The fucking Asylum Television championship.

"Dearly beloved. Today, we gather to mourn the passing of Almighty the Sledge Hammer.

Please, bow your heads in a moment of silence."

Villam's jaw dropped.

"Passing? Passing? What Passing? No-No.....NO. NO PASSING. STOP RAVE. Do....do not. Do not do this. I will give Natalia. I will give you anything you want. No. Please."

Villam's eyes closed. He dropped to his knees. He grabbed his face with both hands and tore them down his face like fingernails on the chalkboard. The crowd now seriously freaked out and yet still in awe of the situation at hand waited silently. Villam parted his lips....

"I'll tear myself apart. If you do this...I'LL TEAR YOU APART.

UNDERSTAND?....God....please....I'm Beg-" Villam was cut off by Rave.

Rave picked up the sledgehammer and swung it at the railing, smashing the rusted steel into a brown snow to the molten steel below. "TEAR ME APART!? I should throw this fucking thing over the ledge right now, you stupid fuck. Look at it.-"

Object thrust to the camera.

"THIS IS YOUR STRENGTH. THIS IS YOU. Everything that happens from here on in is influenced by what I decide to do right now. The television title was proof of your strength, Almighty was your strength. YOU HAVE NOTHING. Go ahead, fling your insults at me, it will only secure your lover's fate."

"Yes. Yes. Then you understand. She is my love. I have your love. Yes. Yes, I do. What about Nat? I know you don't care about her...but...shit...I know you have a heart like me. I wouldn't kill Nat. I didn't kill Nat. This.....this isn't fair. YOU AREN'T PLAYING FAIR YOU HONKEY MOTHER FUCK!!!" Villam was shouting as the top of his lungs...spit dribbling out of the corners of his mouth. And the crowd heckled him. After all the pain he's caused with that sledgehammer how dare he talk about fairness? The crowd was behind Rave Caprino 100%...no matter how much of an ugly scene this has turned into. Villam heard it before it was said...

"Do it." - "Do it, Rave!!" - "Throw that fucker in there!"

Villam turned 360 twice...looking at the fans...

"Fuckers. This is....Indeed this is my Attica. Vulture's the lot of you. I try and make a difference in your pathetic lives and repay me with love of death? For the death of love? FUCKERS. ...the lot of you. The lost of you." Still not making much sense to anyone in attendance....Villam looked at the Asylumtron....

"Do not listen to them. Rave, please...listen to me. Play this game fairly."

Rave's face twisted into a proud sneer.

"Oh, I do understand that this is your love. For what other reason would I take this useless piece of shit? You know what I never understood, Villam?"

Villam whimpered like a little hermaphidite. "…wh-…what?"

"How could you ever claim to be the God of Fight when you required tugging around this oversized piece of metal to hit people with? Wouldn't the true God of Fight need only his fists? Wait, I've had an epiphany. I think this steel is doing something to me, but I've figured it all out....

YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A CRYING, MAN-GINA HAVING PIECE OF INSIGNIFICANT HORSE SHIT! Jesus fucking Christ, you say you have a heart like mine, but you couldn't even kill Natalia. Oh, sure, the pain is all good for you, but when it comes down to it…

When it comes down to it, in the end, I will win. I have no mercy."

Rave held the sledge with his fist and dangled it over the molten steel tauntingly.

"NO. NO. NO. STOP!!" Villam barked. "You're right. I'm pathetic. I'm nothing without Almighty!! You've already won. Just stop. It's over....I'll even leave!! Please!!"

Rave laughed. "Villam, I want you to really listen to me now. I want you to admit to all these fans who the greatest fighter in Asylum history is. I want you to tell them who your influence is. I want you to tell them why you're even fucking here tonight. Who influenced you? WHO ARE YOU TRYING TO BE?"

Villam lowered his head...

".......you."

Then he looked up.

"......YOU.....YOU!!! ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY?

Now...put Almighty DOWN...NOW!"

The crowd was strangely silent. As Villam looked around screaming for everyone to shut up...it was clear that he was either insane. Or Rave really did have him by the fucking balls.

Rave broke the silence.

"I want you to do one more thing for me, Villam."

Pleading eyes negotiated with Rave's subconscious. "Anything."

A sneer…

"Cry for me."

Drop and tumble. Wishful thinking for a fall to the ground, but Villam couldn't blink out the images of Almighty falling into the pool of steel. The splash created echoed and replayed in Villam's mind…

...and a pull and a rip. And pure anguish tore through his body. With his mind's eye he could see the spirit of his prize possession tear from this plane. And the scene replayed itself. Over and over reaching a crushing overture...until his tear ducts bled and his mouth opened wide in terror sending a scream that stitched itself into the ears of everyone present...

"NO. NO. NO." Villam pounded the ground with his fist and screams and tears exposed themselves to the crowd. The laughing...yet extremely horrified crowd. And Villam wept. Wept and Wept. His lips trembling...his limbs shaking...repeating over and over just one phrase.

"Come back, love."

"No, she won't come back, Villam. She's gone, and so are you. Oh, by the way, you might want to drive by Kenny Rock's fucking mansion. I kind of destroyed it. Have a nice life, and please…

"Fuck off and die."

*Static*

*Flicker*

Goodbye, Rave.

"Eddie, you're not a fighter." Mark responded.

"SILENCE!"

Cheno decided to interrupt.

"Funk, mang. How da funk are we supposed to play dis funkin' shiznit?" Cheno said, holding up a purple checker piece. There were four different colours of checker pieces on the board, including black, red, purple, and green. "In fact, why da funk am I da purple funkin' pieces?"

"Well, green's the gay colour, isn't it?" Poser asked.

"Uh, actually, it's purple." Mark said.

"ENOUGH! Mark, I demand that you swallow this sword, in the name of the King of Poland~!"

"Um, no." Cameraman Mark said, before he walked away. He passed the threesome known only as Mega Job on the way out.

Cheno kinda recognized them already.

"Hey, funken shiznit, mang! It's funken... uh... who da funk are you, again?"

Janito blinked. "Dude, Eddie... it's us! Mega Job! You know, the tag team of immense epicyness-type stuff?"

"Nah mang, weren't ya da funken Perfect guy? Wit da funken ball bat and the baseball jersey mang?" Cheno asked.

"The who?! Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, maybe you should lay off the "funken shiznit" for a moment! Sheesh, you'd never catch me DEAD wearing something like that!" Janito said.

"Dead? Did you say DEAD?" Beef asked.

Janito nervously smiled. "Er, sorry there, Beef."

"Say, guys, we need two more people for a game of X-TREEM CHECKERS~! Are you, uh, game?" Eddie Scott Poser asked.

Beef scratched his goatee in thought. "Well, I don't spew water out of my mouth in my entrance, I didn't abuse any steroids lately, and I don't tend to sound constipated in my interviews. Ah, hell, I'm game. We'll see who rusts first."

Beef and Janito sat down, while Steve remained standing. Beef then grabbed an onion.

"Hey! Those're my onions!" Cameraman Mark complained, as he came back to the room.

"Well, others might not agree, but that's my onion. And we're all entitled to our own opion. Er, I mean, onion."

And so, an epic game of X-TREEM CHECKERS~! began.

"Don't whatever me...just answer the damn question..."

"What the hell? I don't owe you any answers you twat! Now Villam will be here any minute you should probably...-"

The door busted wide open. Enter Villam Ender fresh from his own private hell. Even with his face still a bit streaked with dry tears he managed to look somewhat threatening.

"What do you want, Joseph?"

The room halted. Inmate sat with Nurse on his lap with a smile on his face. Adam who was leaning against a wall did everything to keep himself from snickering. Hans just shook his head. Where was….?

"Joe, we aren't done here!"

Providence.

Joe frowned. "Yes, we are...now if you'll excuse me...Villam..."

"Yes, Joseph?"

"What was that cunt-like display out there a while ago all about? I mean...what was that?"
Villam opened his mouth to answer but before he could say anything Joe interrupted.

"I will tell you what that was Villam and I want you to listen clearly. It..."

"...yes...?"

"Was pathetic Villam...just fucking PATHETIC!! How do you think I...and the rest of my 'troops' look when you're out their crying like fucking child? A cockless, limp-wristed child! Hmmm?"

"But, he....ALMIGHTY!! He killed her!! You don't understand...you would've done the same thing!!" Villam pleaded. Joe was non-pulsed...and totally unimpressed...there was a long silence when Providence decided to chime in...

"Joe...we need to-"

"YOU NEED TO UNDERSTAND!! HE KILLED ALMIGHTY!!" Villam bursted out interrupting

Providence.

"Excuse me, Villam...I was talking."

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. No. No. No you weren't."

"What?"

"Your words. Words that belong to you. No one cares about your words. Whiney faggot. The steelchairs won't listen to you. Skill escapes you. Shhhhh....the God of Fight speaks....he says....that you couldn't even beat...smelly."

Joe arched an eyebrow at the current situation. Providence frowned in anger and cocked his head to the side.

"Smelly?" Providence questioned. Villam turned and stared deep into Providence's eyes.

"Smelly Old Eddie Cheno. You couldn't beat him, so who should listen to you? Eh? Big baby in blue tights! NYA!!! Right guys? Right guys? Right guys? Right guys? Yes...all 6 and everything 9 agrees with me. So...good have a tall glass of Shut the fuck up."

Everyone was silent. Except for Providence.

"Six...and Nine? Huh? - Wait!....Excuse me asshole!? I'm not the one who was crying like Hallie Berry at the Oscar's. And over a fucking hammer that can bought at any Home Depot Hardcore Store no less. If anyone should 'shut the fuck up' it's you. Oh, I'm sorry...did that hurt your feelings? Are you going to cry?"

Inmate first. Then Hans. Then Adam. They all started laughing at Villam. Villam stood back shocked.

"Well, I never! You join sides with the laughters and mockers do you? DO YOU? I AM THE GOD OF FIGHT! I can buy and sell and sell and sell and sell and rape each and every one of your asses........"

"Prove it." Said Providence. "Prove it, Mister God of Fight."

Joe saw his way out...

"AH-um...yes...yes...Prove it Villam. Prove to me that you haven't lost your edge. Prove to me that you haven't lost your sanity and kick Prov's ass tonight!"

"Hey, fuck-"

"Ah, but wait Providence...not too hasty. If you beat Villam...I'll give you your answers."

"Fine." Providence said. "See you later Villam...that's if you can fight without Almighty."

Villam rubbed the side of his face looking to be in some sort of sick sexual state...he breathed deeply and uttered....

"Providence...I only have one word for you...
.
.
.
.
.
.....ZOOM-ZOOM."

Exit Villam Ender. Exit Providence. Joe sighed, turned to the others and said...

"That boy ain't right."

Hans chimed in..."Vat? ZOOM-ZOOM? Like in ze' Kar Kamershal?"

“What?” Drake turned his head, hardly listening to Clayton.

“This travelling. Being in the Asylum is okay and all… finally getting some recognition, but…”

Clayton took the cigarette out of his mouth and exhaled some smoke. “It’s tiresome.”

Drake shook his head. “You’re really beginning to sound like a spoiled little rich kid again, Clay. You should be happy as hell that we’re even here, man. This is what prosperity is…”

“So far, Drake… we’ve been getting screwed out of any prosperity here.” Clayton took another draw. “Our chance was at ‘Broken’. We blew that.”

“Do you really have to smoke that shit around me, man?” Drake turned away from Clayton.

“… All because of those little pricks. What’re their names, anyway? I still don’t know them. Miya and Itsubita or something.”

“Itsu and Miyabita.” Drake said. “We can’t let them phase us, Clay. Plus, we weren’t the worse off, anyway…”

“Oh, is that so?” Clayton asked sarcastically. “Then who was?”

“That Milo Samus kid. Remember him? Yeah… well, he got on Joe Campbell’s nerves… so Joe had his goons club him and throw him into a trunk.”

“Joe’s ‘goons’ clubbed Milo and threw him into a trunk!?” Clayton began to chuckle. “Who does Joe Campbell think he is, Dr. No?”

“Who?” Drake asked.

“… Ne--.” The screeching of car tires cut off Clayton’s reply. Drake and Clayton turned to see a black Volkswagen tear into the parking lot. The rear door swung open and a man with handcuffs dangling off of his left wrist ran out, followed closely by a large, bald man.

“Hey… that’s Samus there!” Drake yelled.

Milo Samus turned around and directed a swing at the man chasing him as another bulky man ran out of the driver’s seat door. Samus punched the man in front of him in the gut and nailed him with an uppercut, but the other man came running over and clotheslined him down to the pavement.

Watching all of this unfold, Clayton simply leaned back against the wall and took another draw from his cigarette, but Drake decided to get in on the action and ran over to the fight. “HEY!” Clayton shouted. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”

Drake grabbed the bald man from behind and nailed him down to the pavement with a thunderous haymaker to the back of his head. Clayton shook his head in disbelief of what he was seeing and threw his cigarette down to the pavement. The other man continued to beat on Milo, but Drake interrupted it by grabbing his throat, hauling him up, and slamming him down to the pavement.

Clayton walked up to Drake. “Why the fuck did you just help out this shitface? Remember what he did to us? This fucker locked us in a God damn boiler room for nearly twenty-four hours!”

Milo got up and tried to simply walk away, but Clayton grabbed Milo and swung him around by the shoulder. They both made an attempt at hitting each other, but Drake broke the altercation up by stepping in between them.

“I’m well aware of our acrimonious past with Milo Samus, Clay. But just stop and think about this for a second.” Drake backed off as Milo and Clayton glared up at him. “… Yeah, so we’ve had our differences. But we’ve also got one thing in common right now.

“We all hate Joe Campbell.”

Clayton, Drake, and Milo all looked around at each other inquisitively. “So? That doesn’t mean that we should--”

Drake cut Clayton off. “Clay… if you just think about it, you’d realize that the reason we still don’t have those tag team titles is because of Joe Campbell! He’s the one who’s been keeping Syndication in the driver’s seat all this damn time!”

“Whatever.” Milo said and began to walk away. “I just need to get these handcuffs off and then beat the shit out of Joe. If you two want to help me, then fine.”

Milo walked into a side door of the arena. Clayton glared up at Drake, clearly expressing signs of reluctance and frustration on his face… but Drake simply smirked and followed Milo inside.

While I'm cutting back on whoring. I might as well cut back on weed as well. I mean, did I have to suck his cock and out toke him at the same time? Jesus, I mean...what's wrong with...

Hello, what's this? Joe? Aw...poor Joe. Always so depressed. Always drinking. Always easy to bribe with sexual favors. Hm, let's see...last time...he got oral. And that got me a wicked cool match...with....with....ah, fuck. I forgot. Oh well. Who ever it was...they lost. I wonder what letting him fuck me would get? Oh, but wait...my cunt is drowning in Cheno's jizz. Wouldn't he notice? - Nah, he's far too drunk. There's no way. Ok, then...here we go.

"Hey, Joe."

"Who the bloody-? Ah, well...er...um...Contessa...Hello there."

"Here there cute stuff. What you up to? Drinkin'"?

"You know it."

"Wanna fuck in return for whatever I want?"

"Do you want something right now?"

I had to think about that. Even though thanks to Cheno's chronic I couldn't think all that clearly.

"Nope, not at this moment."

"Ok, then...Sure."

"Solid."

So, I dropped my panties for the second time tonight and fucked Joe. Funny, when his cock was in my mouth it didn't feel this small. So as I was grinding his 5.5 pole down to a nub, I asked him:

"Joe has anyone ever told you that you have small dick?"

*squirt*

Aw, man.

Joe looked up into my eyes and said...

"Yup, now get the hell out of my office whore."

Oh, well.

"Of course I can. It's in the rulebook!" Poser said, holding up a huge book that he tossed to Beef. Beef caught it, but he fell over due to the size of the thing. Beef tried to lift the book up off of him, but he couldn't, and he panicked.

"Aiiieee!! This book is HUGE!" Beef yelled. He looked at it. "And it's ugly, too! Who ever heard of ugly tables making up the cover of a giant book!?"

Janito, Steve, and Cameraman Mark helped get the book off of Beef's chest. "Sheesh, it's books like that that give tables a bad name!"

Steve and Janito nodded sagely, while Cheno was kind of out of it, and Poser was getting impatient.

"Come on~! We have to finish this game!" Poser insisted, before an Asylum offical walked into the room. Immediately, Poser yelped and hid under the table. The offical looked down at his clipboard, and then looked up at Beef and Janito.

"You two." he said, pointing at Mega Job. Janito, Beef, and Steve pointed at different members of Mega Job, then the Asylum offical clarified. "The two that aren't midgets."

Steve smiled. Beef and Janito frowned.

"You guys have a match. Seems that Steve Christ is rather bored and in need of someone to maim, er, I mean, face." he said. "Right. That just about does it. It's... uh, next."

He left.

Beef turned to Janito. Janito turned to Steve. Steve turned to Poser. Poser turned to Mark.

Mark turned to Cheno. Cheno turned to his bong.

"Say, isn't that the guy who ejaculated all over some lesbian's face?" Janito asked.

"Ejacuwha?" Poser asked.

"Er, nevermind." Janito said, before he and Beef left to deal with the Third Coming. Poser turned to Cheno.

"What does that word mean, Cheno?" Poser asked, like a little child. Cheno turned and looked at Poser with his bloodshot eyes.

"I ain't got no funkin' clue, mang."

Knock

"Special Delivery!"

Joe Campbell looked up from his desk at the delivery man who stood in the door way. Disgusted by the amount of mop-like hair, and the fact the man wore his hat over his eyebrows, Joe replied with a simple "Leave it on my desk and get the fuck out."

The delivery boy looked confused, as he walked into the hall and brought not one, but two large boxes in one at a time on a small 2 wheeled movers cart.

"You sure you want them on your desk?" The delivery boy asked sarcastically, knowing it was impossible for the two boxes to fit on the desk.

Upon hearing this, Joe just glared up at him, squinting his eyes with anger.

"Do you not understand English you halfwit fuck head??" Joe yelled, rising to his feet and pointing towards the door. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE BEFORE I THROW YOU OUT ON YOUR ASS!!"

"Sure, I'll leave. But could I get you to sign this first?"

Joe took the clipboard and began to read the text which was written on the fastened sheet.

"This isn't a delivery form you mutt fuck! It’s the fire safety rules that were posted outside my office!"

WHACK

"Stop, drop, and roll bitch!" The delivery boy said as he knocked Joe to the floor with an uppercut.

Joe scurried back to his feet before realizing the delivery boy had removed his hag and wig, revealing non-other then Milo Samus. And to make matters worse, the two boxes had just burst open each revealing a member of Asylum tag-team "Pain & Suffering".

"Shi…"

Joe's speech was muffled by Milo's fist, and for the next five and a half minutes the Asylum owner found himself beat from one and of the office to the other and eventually slammed through his desk.

"That'll teach you to let the fighters do he fighting…" Drake yelled at the now motionless Joe Campbell. "Asshole."

The three attackers gave each other a round of high-fives before making their way out of Joe's office.

What now?

Roger was with Nicole for more then four months. He had never been able to make her come across. It was the first time in awhile he had even been able to make her legs spread.
Usually, she never cared for anything but her work. While Nicole jotted down some notes, he moved his face towards her shorts.

Awhile went by…

She kept jotting down…

Roger pulled his head out…

“Are you done?”

His face twisted and he held his jaw.

“Good. Go cook me some food and after that iron my clothes for tomorrow.”

Roger swiftly moved away from the poolside, which left Nicole with time to think. Her appearance at Broken had served her well. However, she wasn’t through yet. While all the other Movement members fucked up, she would have to fuck somebody else up. This would show Nicole’s loyalty to Nerva while all the others showed their insignificance. This wasn’t exactly lawful but she felt it could slide.

The question was though, who would she fuck up?

“Triumph” played signaling laughing cheers from the fans and chants of begun. They echoed one word repeatedly throughout the arena as Lotus made her way to the ring with Akha trailing closely behind:

Cumface.

The embarrassment wasn’t hidden from Lotus’ expression. Her head hung low with her face red in shame, however Akha’s face was red as well…with anger.

They both entered the cage and Lotus grabbed the microphone. She looked up and saw men with wide smiles, she spun around and looked around seeing nothing more than that.

Smiling…men…laughing at her. She raised the mic to her mouth and opened her mouth to speak:

”Cummmmfacee! Cummmmfacee! Cummmfacee!”

“Shut up,” she said lightly as her voice cracked. The rage built in her as the chants got louder. She reached down into her gut and screamed, “Shut the fuck up!”

Akha grabbed the mic from Lotus. “Don’t you fucking filthy pigs have respect?” They booed and a new chant started:

Pissface.

Both women both aggravated clenched their fist, ready to fight something they could not battle. Humiliation.

Lotus grabbed the mic:

“Cumface!” they Asylum fans shouted in unison.

“I’m not here to make excuses. I’m not here to whine and complain,” Lotus said strongly with the speakers echoing her voice. “I am here to put my point across. The independent Lotus, the old Lotus is dead,” Lotus froze as the arena shook in a low toned boo. “I joined the Movement for a reason. To learn to fight, to learn things I never learned before and I am learning. I’m learning more everyday, and everyday that I get stronger…the more you fear me
The more you should fear the Movement. We are the superior power, nothing in this world can stop us. Women are the greatest thing: we are strong, we are beautiful, we are perfect.”

The arena booed and hissed, Akha waved towards the back as two straight lines of women wearing black colored fighting gear from top to bottom made their way to the Asylum. Recruits were what they were, they formed into lines in front of Akha, showing her power and organization as they stood, nine women, three by three arms to the side, chin up and frozen.

Akha took the mic and looked at each one of their eyes as they spoke. “You are perfect, those not like you are simply inferior. Men are inferior. They are poison. Nothing should be able to break our spirits. Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.”

“Play the clip,” Lotus said as she looked at the giant screen. It played the clip, blurred out however cause of public TV of Christ whipping out a full load in Lotus’ face. Much like the reaction of the fans in the arena that night at Broken, it matched the laughter of the fans in the arena they were in.

“Cummmm-facee! Cummmm-facee! Cummmm-facee!”

Akha and Lotus stood frozen, emotionless now. Perhaps their own propaganda had gotten to them. Nolite te bastardes carborundorum. It ran through their head repeatedly.

One of the recruits struggled to get a straight face however. She smirked, then grinned, than smiled. Akha caught her immediately, frozen faces all around, only movement was the breathing and the eyes awaiting to see the punishment she was about to be issued.

Akha clenched her fist than swung viciously across the recruit’s face. She went down immediately under the giant’s power, Lotus ordered her to get up as she struggled to regain balance. As she did, Lotus ran from the corner of the cage and jumped through kicking the recruit in the head, flipping her over onto her stomach knocking her unconscious.

The fans booed loudly and the “Cumface” chants started again. Lotus looked around with eyes open in rage. The recruits were getting nervous now. “You are weak! You’re all weak! You couldn’t have taken him! You don’t know what it was like!”

Lotus snapped. Akha looked at the recruits, weak and already in a defensive position against their own. She grabbed the back of the heads of two women and tossed them both at Lotus who invitingly welcomed them with straight sidekicks to the nose.

Hell had broken loose. Those who were not trying to defend themselves were trying to escape, they tried to hop over the cage but either Akha or Lotus held them in, quickly one after another they were knocked unconscious until nine Movement recruits laid unconscious on the ground.

Akha grabbed the mic, “Look at the true picture of perfection. Us two, me and Lotus, we are perfect. Nerva is perfect. The Movement was weaker before with separation, without the support of each other. Now it is stronger with unity…the Unity of Perfection.”

Akha lowered the mic as the fans watched astounded to the center of the arena where the two stood. Lotus took the mic and said the last words before the music signaled the end, “Never again is a Movement done alone.”

Steve Christ Vs Mega Job
(Handicap Match)

SHIELD YOUR EYES BEFORE THE LIGHT THAT COMES BEFORE YOU, ASYLUM FANS~!

...

"The Third Coming... has arrived."

"Save Yourself" played, as Steve Christ appeared in the light, basking in the boos that came before him. He walked to the ring, not really sure what to expect out of this match. It wasn't so much the fighting aspect of the match that Steve Christ had in mind, it was more of the "ah, what the fuck should I do tommorow night with your mom" kind of fight. Mega Job wasn't exactly a group that could set the world on fire when it came to the fighting ring.

Oh yeah. Speaking of Mega Job...

"Let the dollies hit the floor... let the dollies hit the... FLOOR! ARRRMMMDRAAAGGGG!!!"

Not a whole lot could explain the expression on Steve Christ's face as Beef the Slightly Annoyed walked to the ring, eyes wide in pure stupidity. The butchering of Drowning Pool's "Bodies" continued to play as Beef entered the cage, smiled in Steve's general direction, and grabbed the microphone.

"Fans of the Asylum, I have but one thing to say to you all, tonight."

He paused, looked at the camera, looked back at Steve, then looked back at the camera again.

"*** fWoWaz has quit IRC (Excess flood)."

"Seriously."

At this point, five letters could best describe the fan's rationalization of what Beef just said.

W. T. F. M. F.

Beef turned around.

KICK WHAM THIRD COMING~!

Yeah, Steve had about enough of this, as he nailed Beef with his patented stunner. Beef oversold it, doing what could best be described as a backwards roll upon impact. It was at about this time that El Janito stormed out of the dressing room in the direction of Steve Christ, the look on his face actually showing that Janito was intent on doing bodilly harm on Steve Christ.

The feeling passed a second later after another KICK WHAM THIRD COMING knocked the shit out of Janito. Christ turned toward the fans and did his double middle finger crucifix pose, to a chorus of boos and a flying milkshake or two.

None of them hit Beef as he got to his feet. He spun Christ around.

KICK WHAM STUNNER~!

Well, no, not quite.

Beef's grip slipped Christ's head and Beef fell flat on his ass, while Christ just stood there and had a look on his face that could best be described as "fuUK?". Christ pulled Beef back to his feet and set him up for the running crucifix powerbomb, but as he was running, Janito reached up and actually did something smart by pulling at Beef's feet, allowing him to slip out of Christ's grip.

Christ turned around and was met with a double kick in the gut, followed up by Janito and Beef lifting him up and placing him in a seated position on the cage wall. They were not looking for a Ringout, they were looking for something on the far end of the Stupid Scale.

Beef turned to the crowd with a wide-eyed look, before issuing forth a primal yell.

"ARRRRRRRMMMMMMDDDDDDRAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGG~!!!!!!!!!!!"

With that, and in true Kurt Angle style, Beef ran up the cage and armdragged Christ right off it, and back onto the canvas.

Christ popped up almost immediately.

Then he was taken down, shockingly enough, with a Rock Bottom from Beef.

Janito popped up to the top of the mesh, the fans erupting as Janito caught a bottle of tequila from Steve the Rambling Communist, who had appeared at ringside out of nowhere. He chugged it down and leapt off.

Five.

Tequila.

Frog Splash.

Connects.

Janito got to his feet, and the referee made the mandatory ten count.

One.

Christ was up.

And he was pissed.

"Okay. That's it. Pray. To. Your. God. "

Janito shook his finger and laughed. "But esse, I pray to All-"

Oops. Sorry. Were you saying something, Janito? I guess he was finished, since Christ kicked him right in the nuts.

"Hey, Mr. Christ, that wasn't very ni-"

KICK WHAM THIRD COMING~!

Again.

Beef was down, and Steve Christ had just about had enough of this crap, as he grabbed Beef and applied the dragon sleeper. After seven seconds, he lifted him up.

And Into the Void.

Yeah, fuck the EMTs, you'll need a spatula after that. But Christ wasn't finished, as he pulled Janito into the center of the cage, then applied the Walls of Bethlehem, the most feared submission hold in all of the Garden of Eden.

Janito tapped almost immediately, which, coincidently enough, was also around the time that the referee finished his ten count of Beef.

The bell rang.

Steve let go of the hold and spit on both members of Mega Job, before he did the middle finger crucifix pose and left the Asylum cage.

In this case, however, some people may actually like it. Flipping the bird to Heather at ringside, Steve copped the microphone at ringside, and suddenly paused to hear a chant that grew throughout the arena:

"You're a jerkoff!"

Five claps in succession: clap, clap, clapclapclap.

"You're a jerkoff!"

Five claps in succession: clap, clap, clapclapclap.

"You're a jerkoff!"

Five claps in succession: clap, clap, clapclapclap.

"And here I thought you assholes didn't care. Like you're so squeaky fucking clean." That settled down the chant and got some booing going.

"Anyways, to cop a line from my vanquished foes this evening, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck the Movement." An explosion of cheers. Steve looked around, wincing. It became obvious that with him being a guy and the girls being even bigger pricks than he, he was going to get cheered in this instance. He didn't want it, but it happened. Still...The Truth was The Truth, popular or not.

"Cumface & Pissface were out here earlier while I was in the back ranting, raving, bitching like the PPV losers they were. Nothing can stop you guys? No? Nothing? Not even, say seven inches of Christ dick, ready and keyed up for an explosion?" The crowd was severly torn between cheers, laughter, and the occassional boo. Hell, it WAS Steve Christ. "'Cause you see, if you hadn't been such a fucking tease, the mouse would've stayed in the house. You try to treat me inferior because I'm a man with the normal urges? I think I made my intentions on that pretty clear when I fired off that round in your face and dropped you with the Into the Void."

"And now look what's happened. Your own hypocrisy has caused you to admit what a lying, no-good, piece of shit pigfucking bag of boy band jizz you are to the world!" Cheers. Probably for the use of pigfucking. "And you've brought a friend with you, who's 20 pounds of ugly in a five pound bag, and you call it the picture of perfection? No, see, here's a picture of perfection for you. Tech fellas, I gave you the booze and the porno, so let's see it."

The giant screen fired up an action shot of Into The Void from Broken, Christ holding it at it's apex, before fading into a second shot of Lotus unconscious with a glob of semen on her face on the mat.

"It looks very nice and becoming. Women ARE great, and beautiful, and perfect. But the Movement aren't women, my enemies. No, they are a bunch of bitches." More cheers.

"And yet, I still haven't gotten my fill of you skanks. It's like having Chinese for lunch, you fill up and an hour later you're hungry again. Cumface--er, Pissface--Ellen and Anne--Drew & Rosie--you know, those two bitches yapping their flaps earlier--you want to prove you're so damn perfect?

Let's do this the MAN'S way. Best of three falls, starting next week. If you somehow win one, the deciding match will be at Turmoil. Of course, you won't. I think I proved pretty conclusively to you already that the only person that can beat me is me." Huge laughter, and the "You're a jerkoff!" chant reinvited itself. Steve shook his head and scanned the arena with narrow eyes.

"I sure am. Apparently, in this case, I'm YOUR jerkoff. So, Lotus, just show up the next couple weeks. I ain't 24 girls fresh off the bus from Iowa, and I ain't Steph Connor.

What I am is the Third Coming.

What I do is spread The Truth and kick some ass.

And what you will have learned by the end of this tete-a-tete since it's so damn hard for you to grasp is the 11th Commandment: thou shalt not fuck with Steve Christ!" Cheers.

"I'll see Whores R' Us in seven days. If you've got the balls." He spiked the mic, and as Heather got up to protest and scream, he grabbed himself down there and spit at her. He marched off to the back, head hung, still disgruntled with the sounds of cheering ringing in his ears.

"How da funk can ya tell? I ain't got no funken clue dat dis shit can actually be played." Cheno said, exhaling from his pipe. He was looking down at the checkers board at the time with a confused gazed. "I mean, four mang checkers? Dat shiznit be whack."

"I think he meant Steve Christ." Beef took his seat as well, holding the back of his head, before he let out another groan.

"At least superhero's have accelerated healing~!" Poser said with massive amounts of enthusiasm. "Now, let's get back to..." Poser's arms were underreached, lifted up from his seated position. He let out a yelp.

"Excuse me, what are you doing back here?!?" Poser tried to fight his way out of the security's guards grip, but he was a big strong burly person. Five foot eight, one hundred fifty pounds. Poser can't match up to that. "Joe Campbell informed us that any uncontracted participants need to be evacuated from the building."

"HEY! I'M THE KING OF POLAND! CEASE AND DECIST!" Poser screamed, arms flailing and legs kicking. It was all in veign as he slowly began to be drug off. "AVENGE ME CHENO~! AVENGE ME!"

Cheno turned away from Poser, looking over to Beef and Janito. "Hey mang, why da funk don't Campbell just do dat shit ta me?" They shrugged in response, before Cheno got up from the table.

"Hey Cheno?" Beef called out. "Aren't we going to finish the game?"

Cheno turned around confused. "Game? Wat da funk you be smoking?"

“That was great, guys.” Milo said as he took off his delivery boy hat and threw it into a nearby trash bin. “Maybe we should work together again some time.”

“Yeah.” Drake managed to blurt out as he continued to laugh uncontrollably.

Clayton had clearly stopped laughing a while ago, as he grabbed Drake by the arm and pushed him into the corner. “Listen… what the fuck are you thinking? I don’t know why the hell you even got us involved in this shit tonight, but it ends right here!”

Drake pushed Clayton away from him, ignoring his comments and walked up to Milo. He expressed his respect to Milo by extending his hand toward him. Milo was about the shake it, until Clayton suddenly threw himself in the middle of them.

Clayton poked Milo in his chest. “Look, kid… I have no idea as to what has come over Drake tonight, but you and I both know that Pain & Suffering and Milo Samus hate each other’s guts.” Clayton drove his finger further into Milo’s chest, backing him up against the wall. “This ends here. The only relationship that we have is one of hate!” Clayton shouted, and then hauled off and attempted to punch Milo, but connected with nothing but a brick wall as Milo ducked out of the way and backed away from Clayton.

“AHHH!!!” Clayton yelled as he cradled his hand. “YOU BROKE MY HAND, YOU FUCKER!”

Milo simply laughed in Clayton’s face and then ran down the adjacent corridor, vanishing out of sight. Clayton turned around to face a very unimpressed Drake Kerrigan staring down at him.

“We’ll never make it anywhere in the Asylum if you keep acting like such a psychopathic idiot, Clay.”

“Shutup. Just… shutup.” Clayton sighed. “… I need a medic.”

Villam Ender vs. Providence

"Dumb Waiters" By Mars Volta plays.

Villam Ender. A Crazed Villam whose head whipped back and forth from left to right as if the mocking voices and the loud booing were coming from all around him and only mere inches from his face. He swung as air and imaginary opponents before beating his face with his fist and knocking himself out of his little nightmare. To say that Mr. Ender was mentally unstable would be an understatement.

Villam stepped into the Asylum and looked up at the lights, totally ignoring Providence and totally oblivious to the fact that this was his chance to prove that (A) he wasn't crazy and (B) he can fight without Almighty.

"Come on, I'm right here!"

"Almighty?" Villam asked...

"No, Villam...no almighty...now- what a minute what the fuck am I? An orderly?"

Providence gave Villam a hard right. Followed by a stinging left. Then a kick in the gut...then a DDT. Providence hopped away and waited for Villam to get to his feet. As Villam got up Providence charged in order to hit him with a lariat. But, with a slapping sound Villam had grabbed Providence by the neck and looked to be going for a chokeslam...Villam looked out over the sea of fans as he held him in his grip and screamed....

"ZOOM-ZOOM!!"

And instead of chokeslamming Providence, Villam got in his face and bit him hard on the bridge of the nose. Follow that up with some textbook boxing punches to the ribs and you've officially got this match started. Providence took Villam's punches and dished some of his own nailing Villam in the square in the face causing his head to whip back and send blood pouring out of his lips...

Villam came back with an right armed elbow shot to the temple; ducking Providence's left hook counter attack Villam scored a pointed elbow strike right into Providence's solar plexus.

With the air knocked out of him Providence nearly dropped to mat back was held up by a knee rocketing violently upward into his chest! Without being too technical Villam grabbed Providence by the neck with both hands squeezing the life out of him and not giving him even a moment to gasp for air. Bearing all his weight down on Providence, Villam choked him straight down to the mat.

"Red...face..." Villam said through gritted teeth. Villam smiled and released the hold satisfied with what he has done so far. Villam stood up and looked into the lights screaming..."ZOOM-ZOOM!!"...the audience booed back...and Villam waved them away as if to say: 'Oh, be nice!'...Villam turned back around to see Providence getting to his feet...on his knees Darren Bishop rubbed his raw neck and Villam saw his chance...he rushed his way...suddenly lifting his leg for a Yakuza kick...

...but Providence ducked under, grabbed his leg and took him down with a dragon screw!

Villam hit the mat hard and Providence - without letting go of the leg - stood and fell back down into several elbow drops to his inner thigh. Villam yelling "NO. NO." tried to kick back in a girlish fashion but to no avail. Providence had flipped Villam over onto his stomach and locked in an STF.

"Come on...TAP. Tap you nutty son of a bitch."

But Villam gave no sign of giving up as he reached over his shoulder and above his head to rake Providence in the eyes breaking the hold. Villam sprung to his feet cheerfully, but only caught a low blow. Providence then nailed him with a Double Arm DDT!! Villam got to his yet again and...yet another kick to the groin causing Villam to double over. Providence lifted Villam up into a powerbomb position...twisted himself a bit...and fell backwards sending Villam's throat slamming into the rail of the wire mesh with a move Providence calls The Schism.

With Villam on his knees and facing the rail...Providence knew exactly how to follow up his attack...

Dropkick to the Back of head + Face near railing = Busted nose.

Villam fell to the ground in agony holding his nose which was bleeding profusely. Blood or not...Providence wasn't to miss his chance to take Villam out of this match for good. Before the God of Fight knew what was happening. Providence had lifted Villam up...looking to attempt a back drop.......

...but only if Villam was so lucky...

Sparking back with more force Providence bore down quickly slamming Villam already damaged neck to the canvas with a Neckdrop. Villam's body folded in on itself upon impact and he was left lying flat on his stomach. "Holy shit" chants started up and wasting no time...Providence stood over Villam's back and locked in a full nelson...as he reared back Villam screamed and would have no choice but to tap out to Providence's finisher...
...The Cleansing."

Such a fitting end for a Demonic Maniac like Villam Ender.

Rearing back even more you could almost hear the tearing in Villam's spine. If this continued. Villam would have to tap out. Out classed by a wrestler. Beaten by a rookie. Proven to be a weakling without Almighty. Coming to this realization Villam stretched his arms back grabbing Providence's hair by the sides...then...he did the unthinkable.

He began to slam into Providence's forehead with the back of his own head. The first few times didn't work...Maniac Villam was slamming Providence forehead into the back of his neck. But, after a few more tries Villam had Providence slamming right into that bone. But, Providence wouldn't let go...he wouldn't let go for the lumps growing. He would let go for the blood flowing. Pretty soon he would have no choice as the blood made from a wound in the back of Villam head would get into his eyes and blind him.

Even though Providence was reluctant to let go the weakened state was all Villam need to slip out of that hold. Villam got to his feet with a happy look on his face the crowd jeering him...."ZOOM-ZOOM"...he yelled...

...just before catching a blind punch into the back of the head from Providence. Providence could open his eyes enough for detail. But he could see the blob-like form of enemy and that all he needed. But, Villam now fully alert - turned to meet his attack with some punches of this own. Slamming the side of his face with roundhouse kicks...things did not look good for Providence...

...and they were about to get worse...Calling for a chair from the outside...Villam tossed it...and swung!

Wait. Villam doesn't have Almighty...

"AUGGHH...OH NO!!" Said Charlie Brown...er...Villam. Providence now with clear vision thanks to his teary eyes charged at Villam who was now standing near the railing, looking to score a ring out....

But Villam ducked~!

And went Providence turned around Villam had a surprise waited for him....

Mandible. Claw.

Taking his two middle most fingers of his left hand he jammed it under Providence's tongue. And began to mercilessly pummel his face with the right...yelling at the top of his lungs....

PLZ DIE THX!!!

It wasn't long until Providence was beaten into submission and was forced to tap out. Well, it was either tap out or be beaten to death.

Villam stood up and proclaimed...

"A WinnAr is ME!!"

Villam patted himself on the back as Providence got to his feet and went to exit the Asylum....

"Here to Stay" By Korn.

Joe Campbell.

Adam Nowell.

Hans Krueger.

All 3 men stormed down to the Asylum to give Providence his 'answers'.

Providence turned around to get away...

WHAM~! Chair shot from Villam Ender!

Joe made got in the ring and joined in with Adam, Hans and Villam in a round of 'kick the shite into the fucktard wrestler'.

"Smoke Two Joints" by Sublime

EDDIE CHENO!!

Eddie Cheno ran in with a baseball bat...swinging like...one of those shiteball stick players that play really well. Joe and his crew decided to back off.

...for now.

“Broken was a night I won’t be forgetting for a long time… for two reasons. The Third Coming proved was the first coming… and the semen queen received a knockout cumshot to the face. The match turned into porn, and I was there to wipe it up like a big Kleenex.

But that’s not what I came down here to talk about. For months I’ve been here kicking arse after arse and I don’t seem to be getting anything out of it. The moment Villam stole the TV title from me I haven’t seen any real action.

“I beat Borst, did I get a title shot. No.”

fuUK?

“I beat Kenny Rock, did I get a title shot. No.”

fuUK?

“I beat Steve Christ and Lotus in one go, do I get a title shot…”

fuUK?

“Yes.”

fuUK?

There was a hint of actual confusion on the last ‘fuUK?’ as no one knew about Hypnosis being granted a title shot.

“It’s fucking time that I get what I have coming to me… and that’s the Asylum title!”

The crowd roared in approval.

“Nerva… I beat Christ AND Lotus last night… I’m fucking demanding a title shot!”

"Unified" by Biohazard answered Hypnosis's call. Out from the back, Nerva pushed past the curtains and walked down the aisle with the Asylum Championship in her right hand. When she reached the cage, she stopped before the steel steps and pulled a microphone out of the back pocket of her jeans.

"Hypnosis, you're nowhere near my level. You think beating Steve Christ and Lotus impresses me? Oh, sure, you won the match all right, but you only knocked out Christ. You didn't beat Lotus, you son of a bitch. You couldn't handle The Movement's blossom, so you took the easy way out. You took the MAN."

Nerva paused for a moment to let the fans boo. "Tell me, Hypnosis, what have you really done to deserve an Asylum Championship title match?"

“I think you’re forgetting something Nerva… if you cast you’re mind back about 2 months you challenged me for my TV title… and you lost. Not only did you lose, you lost any momentum the Movement was gaining. I pushed you back a good month, and you ask ME what I’ve done to deserve a title shot?”

That night had always pissed Nerva off, when one of her first menemies defeated her. Her face shook in anger and her knuckles went white as she gripped the title belt harder.

Nerva charged up the steps, swung the door open and entered the cage. "That match is worth a scrap of shit right now. That was then, and this is now. I am the Asylum Champion now. That means I'm better than you, Hyppy, and that means I dictate when you're ready to fight me.

"So tonight, I have a proposal for you. And Joe, you better not fucking complain, because it's happening. Hypnosis, if you think you're at my level, why don't you beat the guy I beat last night? Why don't you fight Impetigo for his U.K. Title? I'd take that offer if I were you. He's only a weak and feeble man. And if you beat him, I'll see you at the Pay-Per-View this month. Believe me, you'll need the time to prepare for me if you win tonight."

“That’s the first decent thing I’ve heard you say for months Nerva… only problem is you see Impetigo as a wall, while I see him as a mere stepping stone. No offence to the guy, but aint noone in this shithole who can stop me getting my title shot and I’ll prove tha…”

Nerva turned and walked out of the cage, as her job was done.

“fuUK?

“OI, BITCH!!! You better be watching tonight… you’ll get to see first hand what’s in store for you.”

Nerva didn’t even turn, but continued backstage.

“Fucking dyke.”

Hypnosis threw the mic to the floor and headed backstage to prepare for his match with Impetigo.

Uh-Oh...

"What? - Uh, no one kid...what's your name?"

"James Lynch...HEY!! You're Contessa!! Female Fighter of the Asylum!! I'm such a big fan of yours!!"

"Is that because I'm fucking hot or because I'm the only one not in the Movement?"

"Erm. Both. Man, you're so freaking hot...I'd do anything to bone you, lady. You know, fuck you silly? Hump you like little sex puppet? You know what I'm talking about right?"

He began doing the humping motion.

"ALRIGHT. I get it kid. And normally...I'd make your dream come true...but all my holes are worn out tonight."

James frowned like a sad Jerry Lewis in a clown costume.

"All of them?"

"Yep."

"Even.....your...you know..."

James smacked his ass.

"Oh....no. Welp, good thinking kid. Guess what...you're gettin' anal"

James hopped up and down like a deer in lassie...er...Bambi.

Yeah, so. I gave the little geek anal. It'll probably be his only time...but hey...that's what a whore is for right?

That's what a whore is for?

That should go on a T-shirt.

Nope. You're loved. As much as it annoyed, disturbed and pissed Rave Caprino off. The Asylumer's cheered for him as "I am hated" by Slipknot played in the background. Making his way into the Asylum Rave asked...no...demanded a microphone...

"Nigger Ender, please report your crying moaning cock sucking self to the center of this ring...."

Silence.

"I repeat Nigger Ender, please report your style biting, pathetic, fudge packing, horse fucking, idiotic ass to the center of this ring...."

Silence.

"It's about...."

"Dumb Waiters" By Mars Volta. And out comes Villam Ender...

"Almighty? Is it about almighty?"

"Well if it isn't Mr. Bitch Queer himself...ah ah ah....Don't move....or you won't get the good news...about Almighty."

Sniveling like a little girl Villam questioned..."Wha-What news?"

"Almighty lives."

The crowd gasped in surprise...a little bit shocked that what they just saw was all an act.

"That's right...she lives...ah ah ah...Don't talk."

Villam shut himself up.

"You see...I only did that stuff...to...well. Mind fuck you. For my own enjoyment. You see...you still have my toy. And while I've got yours the only then we can do now is trade up....In a match.

My toy. For your toy. At the next Sunday Show. What do you think of that deal...wait, wait, wait...don't talk, I said. You, stupid ghetto fucker. Just answer....

Deal. Or No deal?"

Villam didn't hesitate a second. "DEAL DEAL SQUEAL DEAL"

Rave frowned "The fuck? Well, whatever....ok....Now get the fuck out of my be-"

And just like that Villam's head stop moving from side to side. That glazed over and crazed look in his eyes was gone. His bout with insanity was...apparently over.

"One thing, before you go backstage and get all "White man with power is happy" on me....
I choose the stipulations."

Rave sneered as he said..."Mother fucker, I should go back and...."

Villam smiled. "Deal or No deal?"

Rave rolled his eyes and said "Yeah, yeah....Fuck off." Rave jumped out of the Asylum and made his way up the ramp towards Villam. They stared at each other the entry ways...and Rave just store past Villam...

...Without a care in the world.

Impetigo(c) Vs Hypnosis
(U.K. Title)

The bell rang and Hypnosis came forward. Imp looked wary, but Hypnosis just outstretched an arm. A handshake? Impetigo reached forward as the two shook hands. A portion of the crowd cheered this act of respect, while other boo’ed, just itching to see some violence. The two circled each other ominously until Hypnosis rushed Imp with a ‘Flash Punch Combo’, two left jabs and a right straight.

Imp staggered back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to check if he was bleeding. Impetigo caught Hypnosis off guard this time, as he took his chance to rush in, and floored Hypnosis with a double leg takedown. Impetigo started to unleash a flurry of punches, before he sprung to his feet, and buried a hard stomp to Hypnosis chest. Hypnosis rolled over as he coughed heavily, as a result of the stomp.

Impetigo walked over to pick him up, but Hypnosis executed a leg sweep, taking Impetigo down. Hypnosis got to his feet, and stood in a karate stance as he waited for Impetigo to rise to his feet. Hypnosis crouched slightly before leaping up, executing a Spinning High Kick, before following it up with the Demon scissors, a somersault legdrop.

Impetigo fell back, resting on the cell wall as Hypnosis seemingly came in for the kill… but he apparently had underestimated Impetigo. Impetigo kicked Hypnosis square between the legs, following it with a knee to the gut as Hypnosis doubled over, and finishing off the ‘Ouch times three’ with an elbow thrust to the throat.

Hypnosis fell to his knees, gasping for breath as Impetigo took the offensive, undoing the tape round his forearms, and choking Hypnosis from behind with it. Hypnosis struggled for breath, his face visibly going getting darker as it filled with blood. Hypnosis battled up to his feet, lifting Impetigo up who was on his back, before Hypnosis grabbed both of Impetigo’s legs, and dived backwards towards the cell wall. Impetigo hit the wall with his lower back, and released the chokehold as a reaction for the sudden pain.

Hypnosis backed off, trying to get as much air back into him before he continued fighting, and as Impetigo got up, holding his lower back, Hypnosis executed a back wheel kick with his left leg, and kept the momentum going, levelling Impetigo with a hard lariat, Double Impact.

Hypnosis fell back to the floor as well, still not having recovered from the chokehold. Impetigo got up, as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. This added incentive gave Impetigo a sudden adrenaline rush as he caught Hypnosis getting back to his feet with a soccer kick to the temple. Hypnosis feel to the floor as Impetigo buried kicks to the ribs and then the head. Hypnosis curled up to avoid as much contact as possible, and as Impetigo noticed this, he pulled Hypnosis up, only to bury another kick to the gut and then planting Hypnosis back to the mat with an inverted DDT.

Hypnosis was definitely on the defensive as Impetigo went in for the kill, reaching outside the cell and brining in two steel chairs. He threw the first on the side of Hypnosis’ head as he raised the other high above his head. Impetigo brought the chair down, crashing into the metal. He repeated the move as Hypnosis’ body shook… but then you could clearly see his fist clench. Impetigo drew the chair high once again, but before he could unleash the final shot, Hypnosis propelled the chair upwards into Impetigo’s face, and before Impetigo could do anything, Hypnosis had crouched and leaped up, executing the Dragon Uppercut.

Hypnosis face was now a crimson mass, and where the blood was coming from was impossible to tell. Hypnosis set up one of the chairs and placed Impetigo’s head on it as he unleashed “Twisted metal” as a barrage of kicks, stomps, knees and punches to the face all reigned down, as the chair behind Impetigo crumpled at twisted. Hypnosis stepped back, marvelling at the twisted metal that was the chair and Impetigo.

Imp’ started to peel the chair off of him, as he held the side of his head, lacerated from a piece of chair that had twisted badly and cut him. Impetigo reached outside and grabbed two more chairs and threw one to Hypnosis. Hypnosis looked confused at Impetigo’s actions, but as the Impetigo approached him, there was no time for questions. Impetigo went for a jab to the gut, but Hypnosis knocked it away, before taking the chair back and going for a haymaker shot, just as Impetigo did the same.

*CRASH*

The sound of both men surgically implanting the other man’s head a chair.

Both men fell to the floor with a thud, as the tremendous cheers the match was receiving begin shifting to boo’s. More and more jeers followed as the Asylum champion, Nerva, made her way to the cell. The boo’s weren’t all directed at her though, a lot of them were directed at the weapon she was carrying. An axe.

Both men started to prise themselves off of the floor, using the cell wall as a crutch. Hypnosis was oblivious to Nerva’s presence, as he faced the other way trying to get to his feet.

Impetigo got to his feet, his vision clouded by the blood in his eyes. He wiped the blood clear just in time to see Nerva swinging the axe at Impetigo’s knee. A sickening noise was made as the axe made contact with Impetigo’s patella and Impetigo collapsed to the mat. Nerva made her quick exit as Hypnosis stumbled about, just about at a vertical base. Hypnosis raised his arms, balling his ands into fist ready for another onslaught, but all he saw was Impetigo on the mat. With the condition he was in, he knew that this was his best chance at winning the match, and Hypnosis locked on the Hypnotiser, an elevated Texas Cloverleaf, on what he didn’t know what was already the severely damaged legs of Impetigo.

With the lack of tapping from Impetigo, Hypnosis wrenched back, desperate to get the win. The ref now realised Impetigo was in no fit state to continue, as he lay there completely defenceless and fading in and out of consciousness and the bell rang. Hypnosis looked over at the ref and released the hold. Impetigo dropped to the ground, and Hypnosis instantly knew something was wrong. He waved EMT’s down to the cell, as Impetigo lay there motionless. Within seconds they were strapping him on to a stretcher and they began to wheel him out of the cell. Hypnosis followed alongside as he got pulled back by the ref.

Hypnosis turned round angrily only to have the UK title belt handed to him. Hypnosis had forgotten about it entirely… but this wasn’t a time to be celebrating. Hypnosis dragged it along the ground as he ran back up to the stretcher and followed it backstage.

“I didn’t fucking mean it Imp, I’m sorry. Fuck. Why the fuck did this have to fucking happen.
“Why the fuck couldn’t you have just tapped out!!!

“THIS WASN’T HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!!!

“That bitch! I was only in there so I could get to Nerva… FUCK!!!”

Hypnosis stopped for a second as he grabbed the back of his head, just as the stretcher reaches the ambulance. Impetigo is lifted up and put in as the doors are slammed shut, banged on and the ambulance drove away. Hypnosis turned, his face in his hands as he spread them slightly he glimpsed a backstage monitor, playing a replay of the end of the match.

Hypnosis watched as Nerva snuck down, sliced Imp’s knee and ran off, leaving Hypnosis to finish Imp off.

“fuUK?!? It wasn’t me after all!!!”

Hypnosis looked relieved for a second… maybe less, as his expression changed tot hat of pure rage. He turned and walked defiantly towards Nerva’s locker room.

He grabbed the knob and turned it, but stopped when he pushed it a hair whisper open. No, he didn’t want to enter like a gentleman. He took two steps back and kicked the door open while yelling. Akha, Lotus, and Nicole jumped to their feet from the bench and guarded Nerva.

Zoe eased herself toward Nerva and clung to her arm.

“The door was open, you fucking idiot,” said Nerva.

Hypnosis dove over the three women as if they offensive linemen. He grabbed at Nerva, pulling her away from Zoe and throwing her to the ground. Akha charged forward first, followed by Lotus and Nicole. Lotus had her fist chambered and ready to punch. Nicole had her hand on her nightstick.

But Nerva held her hand up. “STOP! Back off, women. Let him do what he’s gotta do.”

Hypnosis hooked her across the face with a right. “It was you that tainted my win! I didn’t want it that way. I wanted to beat Impetigo fair and square. You ruined it, you militant bitch!”

After he punched her again, Nerva spat blood onto the ground. “Stay back!” she said. “That’s an order! Back against the wall!”

They were all confused, but an order from Nerva was an order, so they backed up against the wall as Hypnosis continued punching away at her. He choked her with his left hand and punched her under the eye repeatedly while yelling out “fuUK?” with every shot. He kept pounding until the area turned red, then blue, then purple. She wasn’t fighting back at all.

He stopped and put his hands on his hips while still mounting her. “What were you doing? Why were you out there interfering when I didn’t want you to? You answer me NOW! I’ll keep beating the shit out of you until one of your lackeys decides to go against your orders.”

Nerva smiled, her teeth stained red with blood. “I made you win because you’re the one I want, Ty. You were right when you said your win over me sidetracked The Movement. And since that day, I’ve promised I’d get revenge for what you did.

“You don’t beat Nerva and get away clean. I won’t let a fucking wrestler who took a few Karate lessons beat me. It’ll never slide. How my revenge and redemption plays out is up to me. You’ll win how I want you to win. You’ll lose how I want you to lose. You’ll have the upper hand when I want you to have the upper hand. This is my game.”

Hypnosis stood up and kicked Nerva in the kidneys a few times. He looked at Zoe and grabbed the Asylum Championship belt she had clutched to her breasts. “You can have it your goddamn way before the Pay-Per-View, Nerva. But rest assured, you’ll have no control when we fight. I’ll win this title when I want to win this title. And I want to win it from you at the PPV. Fucking dyke.”

He threw the belt down at her and stormed out of the room.