One day, one way or another… he would destroy it all.

So did that make last week a shock? Or just another Sunday Show? Well, probably both. The sudden appearance of Asylum alum Steve Douglas and the shocking return of Mike Bear to TV certainly made for a shocking program. Just another Sunday Show.

One of those two men arrived at the very beginning of the show. Mike Bear and Brittany had some important business to discuss with Joe Campbell. Brittany was carrying a metal briefcase, presumably containing the contracts they had drawn up. Joe was waiting for them just inside the building. Mike, upon seeing Joe, put on his best smarmy smile and extended his hand in a false showing of cordiality.

“Hey Joe how you doing?” Joe looked down at his hand, then up at Mike in a condescending manner. “Aw Joe, you hurt my feelings, is that any way to treat your employees? I guess no one ever taught you manners. We’ll have to work on that. Anyway Joe, I’ve got the contracts right here in the briefcase Brittany is carrying.” Brittany held up the case and smiled as well, doing that little model-esque head tilt. “So Joe, if you’ll just sign these, there’ll be no need for any loss of consciousness, blood, limbs, etc.” Brittany opened up the case which conveniently had a clipboard on one side, to which the contracts were attached.

Joe pretended to search his pockets. “Sorry, forgot a pen.” Joe smiled too.

Mike reached into his jacket and produced a pen. “That’s ok Joe, I brought a nice one for you to use. It’s a Cross pen.” Mike’s smile broadened.

Joe snatched the pen out of Mike’s hand and looked down at the line where Brittany was pointing. He looks back up at Mike. “You know, it figures. I’d expect someone with no balls to go about it this way.”

Mike looked like he was about to fly into one of his rages. He started breathing deeply and ever so slowly started getting closer to Joe. Joe seemed to be on the verge of needing yet another pair of pants.

But Mike just burst out in laughter. “Ahahahahaha! Oh Joe, you’re too much. Trying to distract me with insults and all that. You’re a clever one Joe. Not quite clever enough though. Still, tell me, how would I go about ‘having some balls,’ as you so put it?”

“Well if you were a man and wanted to prove you belong here, you’d put those contracts up in a fight tonight. On the one hand, I could sign these contracts right now, you could be a puss, and I could make your stay here a living hell, or you could fight tonight in a handicap match against Archangel and Inmate, and if you win, I’ll sign these contracts and leave you alone.”

“Uh-huh, and what do I stand to gain from route two?”

Joe started feeling a little bolder. “Didn’t you hear me you thick-skulled tosser? I said I’d leave you…”

“I heard that part. You honestly expect me to believe you’d let me go about my business with no interference from you? How stupid do you think I am? Well Joe, since I’m in a good mood, I’ll take your second option on one condition.”

Joe smiled wide. “What’s that Mike?”

“You. Handcuffed to Brittany at ringside, so that when I win, you’ll be right there to sign those contracts. Deal?”

Joe thought for a moment, then nodded slightly as if formulating another plan. He then outstretched his hand to shake Mike’s. “Deal.” Joe reached for the contracts, but Brittany snapped the case shut just as Joe got a finger in. He pulled his hand back and shook it in pain, then looked at the two in anger.

Mike smiled gleefully. “Sorry Joe, the contracts stay with us. That’s part of the deal. If you wanted to read them, you should have said something. Ta!” Mike and Brittany then scampered off like two kids on a playground, hand-in-hand, leaving Joe a very frustrated man.

“FUCK!” Joe roared, skulking off to his office unbeknownst that another close encounter was about to occur, just moments later.

The walls of the office were green and cut to white on the upper half. Nothing filled the room but a desk, two chairs, and the bodies of Joe Campbell and Rave. Rave stood in a black shirt that read "Shit" in plain white letters, a pair of blue denim jeans far too big, a seatbelt-style
belt and his trademark bracelets and necklace. Joe eyed the man before responding.

"Well, Rave, I've been planning some things for tonight. I've got something nice lined up for Archangel and Inmate, the same goes for that shitface Mike Bear, and on the same note... Mr. fWo Chris Universal is going to get a nice surprise later on too, so don't you worry about those guys."

Rave's face contorted into a look of confusion. "And what the fuck does this have to do with me?" he asked in a matter-of-factly tone of voice.

"Well, I don't know. What I'm trying to say is that if you want to get paid tonight, just wreak havoc. That's what I pay you for. Just don't fuck any of my plans, and you'll get your money. I should be taking these police incidents out of your money, you worthless fuck," Joe explained, his tone of voice growing more angry with each word he said.

The insults meant nothing to Rave now. He was in a euphoric state.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head, Joe. It'll all be worth it after tonight, trust me."

Joe smiled at the last two words Rave spoke as he slammed the door.

"Trust me, my ass."

Burt felt pretty lucky. After all, it's not every day that you get hired from a Temp Agency and get paid quite well just to listen to people's gripes. He thought he was making a fair wage when he worked for Customer Service for Wal-Mart. That was nothing compared to the money Joe was giving him.

"I'm sick of people kicking down my door and making demands," Joe told him earlier in the evening. "Your job will be to find out what kind of problem or complaint they have." Joe walked into his office. "Don't screw this up," he told Burt as he closed the door behind him.

Sipping his water, Burt looked up and down the hallway. There were some hot chicks working here, he thought to himself. They can fight me anytime."

The walkie talkie crackled on the edge of the table. Burt picked it up and turned the volume down. He'd keep it pretty close to him, just in case one of these testosterone junkies tried to get tough with him. Security was only a shout away. The thought of an entire security force being at his beck and call gave Branner a good feeling. Back at Wal-Mart, he had an old
lady smack him with her purse. All security did was laugh.

Hey, it was a heavy purse.

"Complaints?"

The voice brought Burt back from his thoughts. He looked up at the land mass in front of him and gulped. "Y-yes sir. If you have a problem, just let me know."

Kodiak Vic Creed frowned, cracking the knuckles in his massive hand. "You're the second complaint geek I've dealt with this week. This better not be some kind of trend."

Creed started to walk toward the door, but Burt stood up and cut him off. "I'm sorry, but if you have anything to tell Mr. Campbell you have to tell me first."

Vic shrugged. "Okay Spanky, you give Campbell this message. You tell him that I want bodies to beat up on. I want a fight tonight You tell him I didn't come to Asylum because I needed a job. I didn't come here because I need exposure. I came here to beat people up."

Burt hoped Creed wouldn't notice his trembling as the big Alaskan stepped close. "Now he's gonna say something about humoring the wrestlers. Well you tell him that I'm not just some wrestler. I hurt people just for the shits and giggles of it. I'm VIOLENCE! FUCKING VIOLENCE!"

This was not like Wal-Mart, Burt realized. He missed that old woman and her heavy purse.

"Now Joe's probably going to make some smart-ass comment," Creed continued.
"When he does, you give him this message from me." With that, Vic punched Burt in the stomach. Tears welled in the small man's eyes as Creed lifted him up and powerbombed him through the table.

Satisfied, Vic turned and continued down the corridor. Burt tried to lift his head, but couldn't muster the strength amidst the twisted metal and wood shards. "I. I'll give him. the message." he whispered just before he lost consciousness.

The screams of Slipknot poured through the arena. The fans leapt to their feet like the sheep they were, throwing trash in the ring toward the hired assassin of Joe Campbell, whom tonight was free to do whatever he wanted. The fans that leaned over the guardrail and yelled insults of "Fuck you!" and "Asshole!" all meant nothing at this point. Rave walked toward the Asylum and stood before it with a microphone in hand.

"As you all may know, I have been hired to destroy wrestling altogether, starting right here in the Asylum. What you shits don't know is that tonight, I've been let free. I am not bound by any assignment. I have no matches. I have no job to do, except to wreak havoc and get paid to do it. What does this mean to you? What does this mean to the Asylum?

"It means you're all fucked, at least for one Sunday night. Why? Because Kenny Rock may have booking rights. Because Joe Campbell may run the place, hiring the _wrestlers_ and such. But, tonight, you can throw all of that away. None of that means anything, because tonight isn't your everyday Sunday Show. It's my fucking night.

"If I want something to happen, I will make it happen. If I don't want something to happen, it won't. If anyone wants to try and interfere with my fun, I'll simply 'fuck you up'. The rules are simple, and if you want to disobey them, you're fucked."

The fans boo as Rave concludes his little speech. A grin plastered across Rave's face, he waits for someone to tell him what the first thing that's _supposed_ to happen tonight.

Carnage(c) Vs Sanjuro
(Extreme title)

"What the fuck? No one ran anything by me. Oh well, I guess I'll let this one match go by. Come out, Carnage. I promise I won't fucking tear you a new asshole."

Rave reached over to the fan area and pushed a fan off of his chair. Lifting it over the guardrail, he placed it directly in the middle of the aisle and in front of the Asylum as Carnage appeared in the entryway with the Extreme title draped over his shoulder. He walked down the isle and stared as he passed Rave with a threatening look of insanity across his face. Rave remained unfazed as Carnage climbed into the Asylum and awaited his opponent.

Like expected, the Asylum veteran, Sanjuro, exited the backstage area to the sounds of "Renegades of Funk" by Rage Against The Machine. The man from Japan stared at Rave with a large white square of gauze covering up the ugly black stitches on his skull from Rave's very attack last week. He ran his fingers over the white bandage on his nose, which allowed him to breath through the broken nose that he suffered in the same attack.

The animosity only went one way. Rave looked at Sanjuro as target practice, and he still was just as unimportant as he climbed into the Asylum, ready to compete for the Extreme title. The bell tolled, which seemed to be the queue for Carnage to leap forward and crack Sanjuro in the stomach with a vicious kick. Sanjuro doubled over and covered his stomach before receiving a double axe handle to the back of the head.

Sanjuro went down and Carnage, amazingly enough, managed to apply the elevated Texas Cloverleaf this early in the match. Sanjuro screamed in pain, but that wouldn't last too long. The fans booed as Rave folded the chair that he sat on and jumped over the Asylum wall, behind Carnage. He wound up and cracked the Extreme champion in the back of the head, causing him to release the hold and fall to the canvas. Sanjuro stood up and extended his hand, thinking Rave's attack was a gesture of kindness.

"Wrong again," Rave said as he grabbed Sanjuro's hand and whipped him into the Asylum. His back ached as the corner of the metal bar jammed him in the back. The fans gasped as Rave smacked the man in the head with the chair.

THWACK!

Another shot to the skull. Carnage was showing signs of movement.

THWACK!

A shot to the skull of Carnage, sending him down and cutting his forehead.

THWACK!

TWHACK!

TWHACK!

Rave rained down chair shots to the skull of Sanjuro, reopening the stitches once implemented in his forehead. Blood stained the gauze and poured onto the canvas.

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

The chair shots seemed to not stop, this time to the back of Carnage's head. Rave jumped over the edge of the Asylum and grabbed another chair. He came back in and kicked Carnage in the stomach until he rolled over on his back. The chair was placed on the ground and opened, placing Carnage's head so his head rested on the back part and the seat part pressed against his face. Rave grimaced toward the booing fans and then stomped on the seat over and over. The sound of Carnage's nose snapping, much like Sanjuro's last week could be heard from a distance.

Rave stopped almost as quick as he started. He looked toward the entryway for someone, anyone, to try to stop his actions. It looked as if the night really was his, and even the EMTs were too afraid to make their way out to save the men, their respective puddles of blood almost encompassing the entire area of the Asylum.

Following him were the EMTs. They seemed reluctant to approach the violent, "insane" Rave Caprino, whom appeared to be very calm and collected, as always. Joe pulled a microphone from his jeans pocket and spoke as he walked toward the ring.

"What the fuck are you doing, Rave? I told you I had fucking plans for the night, and you have to come out here and try to take over the fucking card. You say nothing's going to happen unless you approve it? Well, you're fucking wrong. You're nothing more than a stupid shit I dragged out of the pits of the wrestling industry. You can't fucking do anything right, and you're a waste of money, as far as I'm concerned. Now, you get the fuck back in that locker room or you're not getting paid."

Rave smiled. "Joe, you'll never get it, will you? You're meaningless words are just that, meaningless. Words don't piss me off, actions and significance in what you say do. Unfortunately, Joe, you lack all of those. Now, I'll let this shit card continue, because, well, it's what I'm fucking paid for."

The fans booed loudly as "Surfacing" by Slipknot rang throughout the entire arena. Screaming, violent, and filled with rage, just like Rave Caprino. The EMTs rushed the ring to help the two near-death individuals as both Rave Caprino and Joe Campbell went backstage. They walked side-by-side, as if a team. Backstage, Rave turned to Joe.

"You do realize that's not the end of it, right? The night is mine, and before I'm done, you will fucking pay me ten fold."

Rave walked off in the opposite direction, and Joe scratched his head in confusion. Only three words could come to his mind at this moment.

"What the fuck." Joe finished, heading back toward his office, and closing the door behind him.

Campbell, looked scared as Koji walked around the back of him and grabbed him by the throat. Joe was in a compromising position, but Koji wasn’t done. With his other hand, he raised a knife and put the blade around Joe’s jugular vein. A sadistic smile crossed Koji’s face.

"Don’t you dare tell anybody what happened," Koji demanded. "I’ve got many, many power connections and ways to bring you down, Campbell. I could buy this damn company if I wanted to. You say nothing and we both pretended like it never happened."

Joe nodded as best he could.

"Good," Koji tightened the grip a little. "And if you do say something? Your head will be laying in a trash can, separate from the rest of your body. Remember Campbell, nothing happened last week between Sharon and I."

Koji released the grip on Joe’s neck and slipped the knife back to where it had come from. He walked out of the office, slamming the door behind him. The look in Joe’s eyes represented one thing: fear. It would be best for him to keep his mouth shut, or he was out of a job and living on the streets. As Joe sat trembling in his chair, Sunday Show went elsewhere.

We don’t get to find out this reason though, as out walks Joe.

“Hypnosis, last week’s title defence was a farce. You’ve got Carnage coming down and screwing it all up.

This week I’m gonna book you in a fight so hard you’re gonna be feeling the bruises for years. A fight so bad, you’re gonna be picking your teeth outta your arse when he’s finished punching you in the face. A fight so bad…

A fight so bad…

Ty!!! Fucking pay attention when I’m talking to ya.”

Hypnosis was sitting on the cell wall, looking out into the crowd, seeing how many people were wearing blue t-shirts, when he turned to Joe.

“Sorry Joe… you seem to have got be mixed up with someone who GIVES A FUCK WHAT YOU SAY!!!

I’m already out here to fight, so if you just march yourself back to your office, and stick your thumb up your arse again, we’ll get on with the show.”

“No. Tonight you’re facing…”

“Drax.”

Joe stopped. Shocked that Hypnosis would pick the giant beast as his opponent. A smile formed on his face as he imagined the mayhem that would ensue, and he walked back to his office.

“Well Synn, if I’m not mistaken, I clearly remember you talking to Drax about a TV title shot last week. Some shit along the lines of,

[Drax, I want you to go out there and beat Hypnosis for his TV title. I’ve told you before this battle is between him and me, but he’s pissed me off now, with his legal shit, and his word play crap. Dealing with you first will punish him, and when you’ve left him defenceless… he’ll be prime for me to destroy him. Drax, I…]

… am a faggot?

You sure are Synn, however your big retarded friend seemed to like the idea of fighting me, before Harris stole it from him. Synn I’m a fair man. Drax, any time tonight you make your way down to the cell, I’ll follow you out and grant you your title shot. You see the Few, they’re all worthy of a shot at greatness, and Synn, finally next week, you’ll get your reward for being the biggest fucking cheater in Manhunt and still not winning.

You get to be knocked to the fuck out…

Fucking Idiot.”

Hypnosis’ music came on, almost undetectable over the crowd noise as he walked backstage, his title belt back in his arms and raised high above his head. The TV title meant a lot to him, and the recent confusion with Carnage and Synn only made Hypnosis on to it stronger, his one constant in a world of change.

No not his U.K. title, no not some heroin, Ayano. Ayano sat in a chair, her arms tied behind her back, her speach being restricted by cloth that wrapped around her head more than once. Token looked at Ayano and smiled as he walked up to her.

"Hey Ayano, what's up girl?" Token said as he looked at her laughing, Ayano struggled for a moment, throwing some kicks as Token began to laugh harder.

"Ayano, I'm going to keep treating you like a bitch if you keep acting that way," Token said, in a higher pitched voice, looking down at Ayano, who once again was trying to kick at Token.

"Would you stop your fucking kicking?" Token said, an annoyed tone in his voice as Ayano kicked again in defiance as Token stared at her. He brought his hand back, swinging it downward smacking Ayano across the face. She let out a muffled scream, and kicked in defiance again.

"I told you to stop kicking..." Token said, he was getting impatient. Ayano kicked again, this time she knocked the chair off balance, as Token gave it a light tap as the chair fell backwards, landing flat on the ground. Token smiled as he put Ayano back upright, from the back. Ayano still, tried to kick at him....

"That's it, time to say nighty night you stupid bitch," Token exclaimed, his voice full of rage as he reached beside him, picking up the chair he had been sitting in before hand, and swung it bashing Ayano over top of the head as she instantly went limp.

"You bitch, your just like Dark, too bad a bastard ref isn't here to count the 10 for me," Token said as he laughed, he pushed Ayano over in the chair, with a solid thud as Token walked out of the room smiling. He shut the door, and locked it with the key from the outside.

She stopped typing for a moment to gather her thoughts, as the thought of Neo being remotely anywhere near her caused a feeling of sickness and discomfort; of course, perhaps Neo gave everyone that feeling. Deep in thought, the sound of the phone ringing startled her, catching her offguard. Urara had the unfortunate task of answering phone calls for Universal while he attended to other business this evening. She slowly reached for the cell phone, hoping that whomever it was would grow bored and hang up.

"I... yes..." Not quite sure of how to answer it, Urara scrambled for words. "You've reached Chris Universal's line, unfortunately he is unable to come to the phone right now..." Suddenly, Urara was rudely interrupted.

Interrupted by a man who needed no introduction.

Joe Campbell.

Joe had been at the payphone for several minutes, backstage in the Soldier Field in Chicago he'd spent several minutes forcing a large lump of foil wrapped around an English penny, down the pay slot of the phone, as sad and pathetic as it was, Joe was the richest, cheapest bastard on earth.

"Unable to come to the phone!?" Joe began, startled "Who the fuck is this? Some personal wrestler arse wiper phone answering slut? I want Chris Universal so get him, its important." Joe finished, stopping and waiting for response.

Taken aback by this rude behavior, a startled Urara looked around the room.

"Well, I'm sorry... Joe, was it? Who are you again? Mr. Universal is very busy tonight, and I'm sorry, but he told me not to interrupt him and to tell whomever called he would return their call later on this evening after the show was over... now if you'll excuse me, if I can get your name, and number... I'll have him return your call later this evening, if that would be alright? What's your name again?" asked Urara, innocently enough.

Joe's face was a ball of rage.

"Listen, you dirty slag… I don't care how busy he is, I want to speak to him, Joe Campbell wants to speak to him, Joe Campbell aka the Asylum owner, aka makes more money per minute than you do per year… wants to speak to him, so how about this? Instead of taking my fucking name and number, you can get your fat arse up, get Chris Universal, and put him on the line, ok darling?" Joe finished once again, waiting with baited breath, for response.

Urara's hand covered her mouth. She hadn't heard such language before. With tears welling up in her eyes; Urara appeared close to hanging up before oddly enough, Universal walked by.

"Urara? What is it?"

Shaking, Urara simply pointed at the phone and handed it to Universal, before speedwalking away to the nearest ladies room to clean herself up. A maddened Universal put the phone up to his face; which was now a quite obvious angry shade of red.

"Hello? Hello? Who is this?" Universal asked.

"Ah, the man himself... how's it going Chris? I imagine its pretty good isn't it Mr. Big-shit 'I own the fWo and have some stupid bitch to answer my phone for me', its Joe Campbell... if you must know, and before we go on, I'd advise you to fire that fucking stupid bint you've got answering you're phone, because quite frankly her voice alone made me want to commit many, many murders." Joe finished, a sinister smile creeping across his face, as he knew this would finally be the chance he was looking for, to talk to the man who made things tick at a company which Joe considered to be not only a pile of wrestling shit...

But Asylum's biggest rival.

Universal looked down at the floor in disbelief, not knowing if this was a prank phone call or what. "Listen here, how did you get this number? Is this some kind of prank call? Joe Campbell? What kind of prank is this? You honestly think Joe Campbell would ever call ME? You have some nerve, pal..."

"Pff, and they say all blondes are dumb... how did I get the number? Well believe it or not Chris, I employ some of the fucking scumbags you have over there, not by choice of course... everyone knows that wrestlers are the scum of the earth, but no... its no prank Mr. President, this is Joe Campbell, the man himself... and when you say I've got nerve, you're spot on, question is... is this really Chris Universal, or just another fucking phone lackey?" Joe responded, quite easy to be brave, when the person on the other end of the line is several miles away.

"Just who the hell do you think you are, Joe, questioning the authenticity of who you're talking to? This is Chris Universal, the prominent owner of the most respected wrestling organization in the entire world. Just what the hell do you want, anyways? Don't you understand I've got a wrestling show to run here? You know, unlike your so-called show, people actually watch ours... and well, there are things I must do to make sure they get what they want. But I guess since you've got my attention, you may as well tell me what the hell you called for. Make it quick. I don't have much time, you understand that, Campbell?" Universal snickered, not showing any respect for the person on the other end of the phone.

"Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah!" Joe said mockingly "You know Chris… you might have to repeat a lot of that, I couldn't be arsed to listen... I'm afraid it's a bit hard to take the words of someone who walks around in his underwear, seriously.

But I guess you're right, people do watch you're show a lot... I mean, this is yankland after all, the retards need something to keep them occupied, even though Pamela Anderson's tits are more authentic than the shit you put out, but oh! You don't have any time, so I guess little pathetic Joe had better tell you what the phonecall is about?

...

...

WELL FUCK YOU! I'll take as much time as *I* need you snot faced git." Joe finished, grinning to himself.

"Fuck me? No, fuck you. You're lucky I'm willing to even accept this phone call. You'll use as much time as *I* give you, and right now, you've got two minutes to explain yourself." Universal snarled as he sat at his desk, looking amongst the stack of papers that had formed since he had last sat there.

"Two minutes? Bah... I didn't know you were doubling up you're average sexual activity time with you're average phonecall time, but geez, I guess if Mr. Bigtime fWo owner is going to give me a WHOLE two minutes of his precious walking around in hot pants pretending to be something he isn't time, I'd better use it well!" Joe stopped, preparing to let Universal know what...else, was on his mind.

"Basically mate I'm sick and tired of you sending you're fucking hopeless nobodies over to MY company, I've got a list of fucking wrestlers as long as my arm, employed, and I don't want any more... well, apart from one, but people who try to destroy the "fans" wrestling organisation are welcome in my family, anytime they like.

But you know who I'm talking about.

Steve Douglas.

I never thought I'd say it, but not having Kenny Rock around is a pain in the arse, and its largely because of his erm, what to say... obsession? With this fucking Douglas faggot! I'm sick of it, charges are already being pressed against him, and this is just a nice official "warning" to let you know that if he shows up again, excluding pAin of course, I'll personally cut him up and mail him back to you fuckers limb at a time, ok?" Joe finished, taking a deep breath.

Universal smirked, knowing that Campbell often had the tendency to write a check that his ass often couldn't cash. "Oh, really? Well, I'm sure Steve will be pleased to know that you're so willing to complete such a task." Universal leaned back in his chair. "You know, if you have a problem with Douglas, maybe we should have this settled once and for all. Despite how we feel about each other, I signed Douglas for competition here in the fWo, not in a lowly promotion like yours." Joe grimmaced as Universal finished that last sentence. Campbell appeared to be ready to go off on another rant again, but Universal continued. "They seem to have a lot of problems with each other... and I think it'd be best if they settled it once and for all. Soon. I hope that you can at least agree with me on that."

"Hmm" Joe started... before suddenly leaning forth with a gesture which suggested he was about to vomit "Erm... I dunno, I feel sort of, sick... but yeah, I agree with you, I agree that Douglas is probably going to enjoy me cutting him to bits with a blunt spoon, I agree with the part about Asylum being a lowly promotion, because of course... we don't rely on wearing tight spandex, pretending to beat each other up, and having the average brain cell capacity of three, but most importantly I agree, maybe they should settle it once and for all, but hey... I understand that you; being blonde... are probably an idiot, and it probably didn't occur to you that they're already going to settle it... on MY show, too bad, more ratings for me I suppose!" Joe said with a quick grin.

"Of course, your lowly promotion would likely need all the ratings it can get." Universal said, ignoring most of Campbell' insults, but of course, getting his own shot in at Joe. "But that just isn't going to happen. You see, Douglas is contractually bound and obligated to compete only inside the fans Wrestling organization at this time, unless he has permission from a certain someone who has a certain degree of power at the moment. That said... I'd be willing to allow Douglas to compete in a match or fight... whatever you'd like to refer to it as... as long as there are certain conditions met.

One, the match is held on neutral ground. I understand your next pay-per-view will be held on Decmeber 22nd, at Qualcomm Stadium, which ironically happens to be near the site of our pay-per-view, Twilight, in San Diego, California at the Sports Arena. Since the Arrowhead Pond is within reasonable difference, we can hold the match... or fight... there.

Two, if you agree to the above scenario, the fight or match is held in front of a live crowd. The Asylum and the fWo as companies will split the profits, right down the middle. Any merchandise sold by the Asylum at the neutral show, profits go to the Asylum. Any merchandise sold by the fWo at the neutral show, profits go to the fWo.

Three, the match will be broadcast on both of our pay-per-views. You will be responsible for providing a camera crew. Your commentators will view the match over the monitors and will call the action as they see it. Our commentators will do the same. The match will be shown to audiences at home; as well as on large television screens at both the Qualcomm Stadium, and the Sports Arena.

Four. If you agree to the above scenario, I'll agree to make sure that Douglas never bothers you again, as long as it's the same case with Rock walking onto fWo grounds thinking he can do whatever the hell he wants. This of course goes into affect after December 22nd."

Joe scratched his head for a moment, he couldn't stand Chris Universal's voice, but as far as he'd heard, the deal was a good one, not only good terms, but a fine chance for him to cash in, he responded in the politest of manors in order to seal it up.

A large, loud... long, arrogant yawn.

"Bah, sounds ok I suppose... not too happy about you trying to cash in on my company, but I suppose it'll have to do, anyway... your two minutes of my time are up loser, bye." Joe finished, as Universal was quickly greeted by a clicking sound on the other end, and a dial tone.

"Arrogant prick" Universal muttered to himself while shaking his head back and forth excessively, before closing the phone and stalking off in search of Urara, seeing if she had calmed down or not.

Nerva Vs Nayomi

"Ugh, this place sickens me," Silver said to himself as he leaned his elbows on his knees and cocked his neck up, looking at the rows of open, wooden lockers and shaking his head in disapproval. He continued looking down at the concrete before his moment of sorrow and self-pity was interrupted by the sound of the locker room door opening.

Enter: Rave Caprino.

Silver stood up, prepared to "fight" the man whom had attacked two men already tonight. "Settle down, Silver, I just came here to get some shit out of my locker."

Rave walked over to one of the wooden shelves and grabbed a shiny, unidentifiable object and jammed it in his pocket before turning around and staring at the former wrestling superstar. The room was oddly quiet as Rave took a seat next to the man who was supposed to be his archrival.

"Anyway, Silver, I just thought I'd ask you, what makes you think you're worth all of that shit you demand?" Rave asked as he stared to his right, toward the former movie star.

Silver looked back at Rave and they locked eyes for a moment. "I don't expect you to understand. You're a mere simpleton fighter. I'm a movie and wrestling superstar. I deserve more than rotting benches and small pay. Oh, why am I telling you this? You're nothing more than a hick fighter."

Rave turned his head and shook it in disapproval. He then stood up and took two steps forward before stopping, his back to Silver.

"Y'know, I forgot to ask you something."

Rave stuck his hand in his pocket and turned around.

THUD!

The sound of brass smacking against the cheek of Sterling Silver could almost be heard down the corridor outside. Silver fell backward, over the bench, and Rave jumped over. He mounted the man and pressed his knees against his arm, pummeling him over and over with the brass knuckles. Rave stopped, propped the unconscious, bleeding body of Sterling Silver against
the wall, and grabbed the handcuffs from his pocket.

"Now, some reassurance you won't go interrupting further plans."

Rave cuffed Silver to a thin pole in the locker room. He examined the man, blood dripping from his chin and the rest of his face hidden under a crimson mask. That was satisfaction. He reeled back and forearmed Silver in the face, the spikes from Rave's bracelet digging into his cheeks and forehead.

Rave sighed. "Fucking wrestler."

Hypnosis(c) Vs Drax
(T.V. Title)

Hypnosis walked out, no music, no poses. He was out there to prove himself. Many had said Hypnosis hadn’t faced any real challenges. May had forgotten his fights against Borst, Kenny Rock, or Borst

Hypnosis stepped up to Drax, looking up past the huge man’s frame into his eyes. Hypnosis took a step back and planted 3 swift punches to the rib cage of Drax. Drax got moved back roughly an inch, before a smile came to his face. Ty leant back before putting all his might into a punch aimed at Drax’s face. Drax, however, knew this was coming, and caught Ty’s fist, before trying to crush it. Hypnosis screamed in pain, before spitting in Drax’s face, hoping he’d break the hold. Drax did, but only to grab Hypnosis by the throat and lift him into the air.

Hypnosis struggled for breath, before resorting to one sure-fire method of hurting the big man. He squarely kicked Drax with a low blow, which lead to Drax dropping Hypnosis. Ty landed on his feet and kicked him again with another low blow. Drax dropped to his knees, as Hypnosis smashed a right to Drax’s temple. Drax resilient as ever was on all fours, as Hypnosis backed up, before running and football kicking him once more in the temple.

The crowd roared as Drax hit the mat, but Hypnosis knew he wouldn’t have many chances in this fight, so he pounced on Drax, stomping on Drax’s knees. He knew he had next to no chance of knocking Drax out, so his only other option was to make sure he couldn’t get back up. Hypnosis rolled Drax over, before applying an ankle lock. The huge Drax roared in pain, as he powered himself up, and forward rolling out of the move. The roll was better than an escape, as Hypnosis was sent headfirst into the mesh of the cell.

Drax picked up Hypnosis and held him above his head in a military press, wondering just where to throw him… but his evil intentions got the better of him, as Drax dropped him head first onto the cell wall. Hypnosis had just enough awareness to fall back into the cell before he lay there trying to recover.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

FOUR…

FIVE…

SIX…

SEVEN… No?

Drax’s intentions had got the better of him once again, as he picked Hypnosis up by the hair, his eyes almost rolling back in his head and looking to finish Hypnosis off with one last punch.

Drax drew his hand back and launched it towards Hypnosis’ face, but Ty was playing possum. He twisted and avoided the contact, before head butting Drax in the bridge of his nose, causing it to start pouring blood. Hypnosis kicked Drax in the knee before diving at his ankle and re-applying the ankle lock. Drax had been relatively unaffected by the first time, but he didn’t have the momentum to flip over this time, and was receiving the full effects of the ankle lock. Drax couldn’t tap out, as he’d let down Synn so he lay there screaming in pain, waiting for a burst of adrenaline or for the pain to cause him to pass out… or for some help.

Carnage had made it down to the cell completely undetected, and leapt in. He grabbed Hypnosis by the neck, before drawing his knife out of his trousers. Hypnosis knew exactly what was happening, as he squirmed as if having a fit to break Carnage’s hold. He slipped out and ran to the other side of the cell, but just before leaping out, he remembered he was defending his title. Hypnosis turned, and beckoned Carnage on, who leapt at him, knife first. Ty sidestepped Carnage, before burying a boot to the back of his head. Hypnosis looked over to see Drax hobbling about, trying to get to his feet, as he leaned against the cell wall. Hypnosis charged and took off with a flying shoulder block, sending the injured Drax toppling over the cell wall. Hypnosis didn’t even celebrate, or look back to check on Carnage as he flung himself out of the Asylum as well. Now at a relatively save distance Hypnosis turned round.

Carnage was gone.

Kodiak Vic Creed Vs Sterling Silver

That was the fan's queue to cheer, and they complied. More than half the arena was engulfed in cheers at the sign of the wrestling superstar, Kodiak Vic Creed. The Alaskan Juggernaut made his way to the ring. Little did he know that he would most likely win the match my default, due to Rave Caprino's attacks on his opponent for the night, Sterling Silver.

Nevertheless, Creed stepped into the Asylum with the intention to fight someone. That intention would be satisfied as "Silver" by Moist hit the speakers. The fan began to boo, but it all seemed futile, as the famed movie star didn't show up. Kodiak Vic Creed didn't know why, the fans didn't know why, but Rave Caprino and Sterling Silver knew why.

Kodiak Vic Creed stared toward the entryway as the song played through. It started over, and at that moment, Rave jumped over the cage of the Asylum. The sound caught Creed's attention, but that was all too late. It only made the running brass knuckle-enforced punch more effective, as it made content with KVC's face. The beast went down in one fierce punch. Rave pinned his arms down with his knees and gave him the same treatment he delivered to
Silver backstage.

Blackness clouded any vision KVC once had as he slipped into unconsciousness. Rave stepped off of him as blood poured from wide gashes across his forehead. To add insult to injury, he dragged the spikes from his bracelet across his face. The fans booed even louder than during the previous attacks, as Rave was attacking a beloved wrestler. Did this matter? No, just something trivial. Rave grabbed a microphone.

"You thought I was finished, didn't you? Asylum, since Manhunt, hasn't been the same. The wrestlers have had to cower in fear, for I have yet to fail in any of my assigned tasks. I was to interrupt and invade the Manhunt match, which I did. I was to attack and take out Sanjuro, which I did. I was to, tonight, create havoc. As I look at the bloody body of KVC, I must say that I did a good job.

"The people of Asylum do not yet know me. You do not know me as a person; you do not know what I am capable of. You do not realize that I don't give a shit whether you fill this shit caged in ring with trash and beer cans. I don't care if you threaten me from your seats, yet step back the second I acknowledge your existence. You're just trivial little shits to me.

"I get paid to come here. No matter how much Joe hates me, he knows I get the fucking job done. Say goodbye to Carnage, Sanjuro, and Kodiak Vic Creed as you once knew them, because they were just destroyed by the world that Rave Caprino killed.

"Have a nice life, worthless shits."

Archangel & Inmate Vs Mike Bear
(Mike Bear's contract on the line.)

Winner takes all, and through his own stupidity, Joe Campbell had put himself in yet another tricky situation, it was no secret that Joe despised wrestlers, and he despised wrestling.

But it wasn’t a coincidence that the feeling of déjà vu was present in the Soldier Field, Joe had been down this path many a time, it was like a reoccurring nightmare, Joe opens mouth, Joe inserts foot, the vicious cycle which often pushed him into positions that he most certainly didn’t want to be in.

And definitely, not in the position he was in right now.

Joe was one match outcome away, from potentiall having to sign someone who’s previous employment record made him want to vomit, this was Mike Bear, former fWo heavyweight champion, and now potential owner of an Asylum contract.

The last thing Joe wanted; was more-fucking-wrestlers.

But if there was one thing Joe could do, it was irritate someone, he’d annoyed Mike Bear into accepting a most formidable challenge, beat the team of Inmate and Archangel, and keep the contract, no strings attached.

But with Joe. There were never no strings.

“Bodies” by Drowning Pool welcomed the introduction of the man monster, Archangel, who made his way down to the Asylum to a mixed reaction from the crowd, the man was daunting, towering over most and simply stepping over the Asylum rim and into the Asylum, shortly after doing so, “I Disappear” by Metallica cranked up, and the Inmate arrived.

Not without an officer of the law.

Inmate, locked down in shackles, made his way down to the Asylum, never breaking an instant icy glare with Archangel, he stopped at the bottom of the aisle as his warden unleashed him, uncuffing his wrists, which immediately prompted Inmate to burst forth to a huge ovation from the crowd, leaping into the Asylum and wasting no time in standing as “nose to nose” as possible with the massive Archangel, they truly were a team bound by hatred, but tonight… they would have to co-exist once again.

Heated words were exchanged, but the two quickly turned to watch the top of the aisle, as “Gets my through” by Ozzy blasted throughout the solider field, and Mike Bear walked through the curtain to a massive reaction from the in house crowd!

Bear stopped for a moment, taking in the cheers and looking back, as Brittany exited from behind the curtain, suddenly grinding to a half and yanking her arm, dragging Asylum owner Joe Campbell; handcuffed to her… out on to the stage! The crowd erupted with glee, as Joe shook his head in a somewhat embarrassed notion, as Bear made his way down t the aisle with Brittany… with Joe Campbell in tow.

As Bear reached the Asylum steps, the atmosphere reached fever pitch, Mike exchanged cold glares with both Inmate and Archangel, who returned the sentiments with the same look, Bear; somewhat surprisingly… wasn’t at all hesitant about cambering up the steps and briskly getting into the Asylum, staring at two former champions of the promotion who would happily tear him into the thousand pieces.

And as the bell tolled, the fight for Mike Bear’s future had begun.

Mike was instantly under attack, Inmate was the first, rushing at the former wrestling star, but being quickly caught out by a clever attack, Bear whipped off his leather jacket, and tossed it into the face of Inmate, finishing off a very unorthodox manoeuvre with a hard boot to Inmate’s groin!
WHACK!

And from that point, Mike’s assault ground to a halt.

Archangel had been following Inmate, and as he hit the ground, Archangel struck, extending a huge boot over Inmate and catching Bear directly in the jaw, knocking him to the ground! It quickly became evident, that the match might not have the fairytale ending everyone had envisioned.

A furious Inmate got to his feet, dragging Bear up by the ear and sending a stunning jab to his nose, Mike had been fighting for all of thirty seconds, and already his face was awash with blood, gallons of it pouring out of his nose from the vicious Inmate jab, Inmate followed up with a second solid punch, this time to the side of Mike’s head, knocking him to the canvas.

From the outside, the camera’s caught a quick glimpse of Brittany and Joe Campbell, one looked disgruntled, and the other in ecstasy, it wasn’t hard to separate the emotions, Joe’s face beaming with a Cheshire cat smile!

Bear struggled to his feet, but was quickly in trouble again, Inmate grabbing him by the head and arm, and tossing him across the Asylum with a huge suplex! Bear didn’t even have the opportunity to recover, falling victim of some wicked kicks via the monster Archangel.

Who promptly picked him up by the throat.

And tossed him several meters across the Asylum!

A loud, obnoxious clap came from outside the Asylum, courtesy of Joe Campbell who continued to look extremely pleased with proceedings, smiling once again as Archangel brought down a stunning hammer blow across the neck of Bear, who went worryingly limp after the blow to his previously injured neck, a sound of worry in the arena was only drowned out by a loud “AHAHAHAHA!” coming from the general direction of Joe Campbell.

Inmate grabbed Bear once again, this time rubbing his face into the Asylum mesh before Joe Campbell, who got a few choice words in.

“Ahh, hey there Mike… how does that feel? Does it feel good? The broken nose… the torn flesh, would another two or three years of the be nice?” Joe said with a sinister smile.

“Ask me… in… ten… minutes.” Bear growled through the blood and pain, Joe backing up, almost in shock.

“That’s right Tyler, you just mash his face… do it if you know what’s good for you!” Joe said, making perhaps the biggest mistake of the night.

Inmate released Bear.

“WHAT! What’s that motherfucker? If I know what’s good for me!?” Inmate roared, reaching over the Asylum and grabbing a handful of Joe’s hair, Joe screamed in agony, but was soon free, Bear hitting Inmate with a swift low blow.

Only to shortly after feel the knee of Archangel driving into his face! Bear’s head snapped back, as he once again fell back on the canvas, suddenly, Joe had something else to say!

“Bah, this is getting boring!” Joe said to himself, quickly snapping up a chair and attempting to throwing it into the Asylum, before suddenly feeling the brunt of a hard punch in the face via Brittany! Joe rubbed his face, once again humiliated, as Archangel picked up the chair!

CRACK!

The crowd groaned in sympathy, Archangel sending the chair cascading into the spine of Mike Bear, who grimaced in agony, shortly after feeling another solid shot from the chair!

Archangel stepped back, as Bear got to his feet in an extremely dazed and groggy state, bleeding profusely and perhaps unaware of his whereabouts, Archangel drew the chair back, and unleashed a shot from the fiery pits of hell, one which would surely be the end of the match for Bear.

Unfortunately, the chair didn’t hit its intender target.

Or at least, maybe it didn’t.

Bear’s eyes opened wide, seeing the chair hurtling toward him, instinct had him quickly ducking out of the way, unfortunately for Tyler Burton, it connected fiercely with his skull, Tyler had been getting to his feet to attack Bear, and had been drectly in the line of fire!

The crowd exploded with an unsure reaction, Inmate crashing to the canvas with blood streaming down his face, Archangel stood and looked at the downed Inmate for a moment, as a look of worry slowly crept across the face of Joe Campbell.

Worry, that would later be despair.

However, for now… his facial expression turned to that of glee! Archangel dropping the chair and spinning with lightning speed, locking his finishing hold; Vengeance! On the advancing Mike Bear! Bear kicked and struggled, Archangel squeezing the life out of him, and crushing his face, Joe Campbell’s luck was out however, as Bear’s flailing arm connected solidly with the head of the referee, knocking him out cold on the canvas!

Archangel took Bear to the ground, and continued to squeeze the hold, as Bear finally became limp of the canvas.

“C’mon you fucking stupid referee twat! He’s down… he’s out! RING THE FUCKING BELL!” Joe cried, Bear motionless on the canvas, but the referee in the same position.

Suddenly however, Archangel’s grasp on Mike was released.

And Inmate’s grasp on Archangel, was attained.

A bleeding, furious Inmate spun Archangel around with a grip to the shoulder, the harsh language which followed was hard to make out, but the sentiments were evidently concerning the shot he’d received moments ago via Archangel, Archangel shook his head, but suddenly stumbled back, courtesy of a hard punch to the face from Inmate!

Sending him back to a Mike Bear who stood in wait.

And somehow, amazingly, Bear found the power from somewhere inside, to hoist the giant Archangel onto his shoulders.

And bring him down.

With the WHIPLASH!

The crowd erupted, despite the somewhat difficult performing of the move, Archangel’s neck was almost snapped by the impact, as Bear struggled to his feet, and started to exchange blows with Inmate! Lefts, rights… the two struck relentlessly, neither willing to stop until the other was unconscious un the canvas!

THUD!

Bear struck hardest, kicking the Inmate in tender ribs and doubling him over, before picking up the previously used steel chair, and winding back!

SNAP!

Sending it into the spine of Archangel!

Archangel roared in pain, clutching his spine and turning, as Bear committed a split second act, which would change the outcome of the match, and the face of the Asylum roster, for some time to come.

He tossed the chair to Inmate.

And Inmate, instinctively… caught it.

Archangel turned, seconds after feeling a hair chair shot to the spine, to see none other than Inmate, clutching the weapon is question!

And from there on it, fury took control.

Archangel rushed at Inmate, grasping him by the throat and shaking him violently, Inmate struck with several stunning fists to Archangel’s temple, as the two grew dizzy, and leant against the Asylum mesh.

Mike Bear swooped in.

And tipped them out!

The roof of the Soldier Field blew off, the crowd exploding as Mike Bear toppled Archangel and Inmate out of the Asylum, the two didn’t seem to care however, simply continuing to battle around the Asylum, and back up the aisle!

The camera flicked to a wide shot, Joe Campbell, mouth agape… and hands on head.

And Mike Bear, gesturing with his finger for Joe to get into the Asylum!

Joe couldn’t believe it… his worst nightmare had just occurred, and as Brittany dragged him up into the Asylum, she pulled with them a briefcase, which seconds later was flung over, as paperwork and a pen were taken out.

Joe suddenly found both in front of him, and as Bear grabbed him sternly by the collar, he signed, the crowd exploding once again.

As Brittany uncuffed Joe, he fell to his knee’s in despair, as Bear and Brittany rose each others arms, and “Gets me through” by Ozzy once again blasted through the arena, Mike Bear was now an official Asylum fighter, and as he and Brittany made their way down to the back, Joe delivered one final glance.

A glance which suggested, that he wasn’t finished with Mike Bear, not now.

Not ever.

That feeling of comfort was lost as Joe came to visions of silver spray paint scrawled across his back windshield. Joe ran forward to read what it had said.

"Asylum = Havoc"

The words, although not admitting the name, said all Joe needed to know. Joe now understood all of the things Rave had said during the course of the night. Did this make Joe happy?

Not one bit.