It was the first time in quite some time, that Asylum had failed to sell out one of their shows, only 30,000 out of a potential 60,000 had arrived at the RCA Dome, in Indianapolis, Indiana. And Joe knew exactly why this was.

If Joe ever understood one part of Boris Borst’s twisted mind… it was his hatred for wrestling, Wrestling was just a show, nothing but bravado, none of it was real… no-one ever got hurt, yet week after week… people would pay to watch, pay to watch… and pay to watch again, Joe hated this because, as far as he was concerned, it was easy money… he had guys working for him who’d beat the shit out of another man for cash… they’d walk out into the arena, and from there… any “backstage” friendships or alliances were put aside. There was no brown nosing… no ass kissing for a “push”, this was real… the best man always came out on top in the end, as despite some “Wrestlers” proving that they could, and would fight if they needed to, Joe still wasn’t convinced that they had anything special about them.

He’d often found… that only the desperate, or the mentally unstable wrestlers, would come to him for work, these were the desperate guys… these were the guys at best, were at the bottom of the pile, and these… more often than not, were the most dangerous of all, these guys really were clutching at straws… fighting was the last chance for them, and Joe knew that if he gave them that chance, they’d never go back to wrestling again.

Joe however, was beginning to doubt them all.

Hiring wrestlers, had never really paid off for Joe, first there was Graphic Violence, who attempted to take over, then Kenny Rock… who was currently in the process of doing so… Dark, he was a nutcase who despite being a fighter for months now, was still stuck in wrestle land… and then there were men like Carnage and Vic Creed… wrestlers at heart, but somewhere, along the line… something in their mind had snapped, and Joe was witnessing the end result every week.

Little did Joe know, that another of these individuals, was about to knock at his door, another one pushed to the bottom of the pile, and looking for his last chance.

Mortimer Ulysses Dredrick.

Or to those who knew him better, MUD.

MUD was another lost cause, touble’s time had found his spells at the top, with Tornado Wrestling, the CWL, and PIW… come to an end, MUD had lost it all, and he’d found himself at the bottom of the pile.

Three sharp knocks woke Joe Campbell up as he lay with his head on the desk, he rubbed his eyes, before sitting up sharply, and unscrewing the rusty cap from a bottle of whisky which sat in his desk drawer, he was pretty sure that every president of every company in the world had the very same set up, although he found himself reaching for the bottle somewhat more frequently, he got to his feet and approached the heavily locked door, peering through the eye hole, he saw a man, scruffy hair and not-so-clean shaven, the man didn’t look too threatening, so Joe unlocked the door, not even acknowledging the man as he went back to his seat and sat down.

“And you are, who?” Joe said, clearing his throat and lighting a cigarette.

“They call me Mort… and I’m told that you have job openings, that right?” MUD said, eyeing Joe’s cigarette packet on the desk.

“Mort eh?” Joe squinted hard at MUD “Heh… I know you, you’re that joker… the wrestler one.” Joe finished with a smirk.
“No… ‘I’ Am not ‘that joker’… ‘that joker’ is the guy you see on tv… do I look like I’m joking right now?” MUD started at Joe… with a glare that made Joe look uneasy.

“No, you don’t… but if…” Joe took a drag on his cigarette.

“You gonna give me one of those?” MUD said, eyeing Joe’s cigarette’s once again.

“No… buy your own fucking ciggies… who do you think I am? Nah, don’t answer that.” Joe finished.

MUD leant down onto Joe’s desk, getting in his face.

“Look… are you gonna give me a job or not? I can fight… I’ll prove it… just give me a chance.” MUD said, desperation creeping in.

“A chance?” Joe started “Nah… I give enough of those out… now go on, get out of my office, you scruffy twat.” Joe finished.

MUD thought about how nice it’d be to punch Joe Campbell in the face, but right now… that wasn’t going to help his cause, he swept out of the room, Joe closed the door behind him.

Outside, MUD smirked, throwing up and catching a packet of cigarette’s he’d stolen from Joe’s desk with a quick slip of the hand, he took one out, threw it into his mouth, and lit it up.

“Looks like plan B then” MUD grumbled, setting off down the corridor.

Joe sat back down, but no sooner had his arse hit the chair, and another series of knocks hit the door, these however weren’t knocks, but pounds, which shook the room.

Archangel?

Almost.

Joe looked through the eyehole to see the massive frame of Kodiak Vic Creed, reluctantly, Joe opened the door.

Joe wandered nonchalantly back over to his chair, meanwhile the massive Creed entered the room.

“So, little man… I’m expecting you’ve got some twisted little revenge in mind for me tonight? Wanna tell me what it might be? Or do I have to “ask nicely” again?” Creed said, following it up with a smirk.

“Very funny roid boy… and what if I don’t want to tell you what I have planned eh? You gonna throw me out of the window, or something equally retarded?” Joe replied.

A few nervous moments passed, where Creed weighed up the size of Joe, and then the window, raising his eyebrow curiously.

“Maybe stick boy… maybe, all depends on how much you feel like sayin’” Creed responded.

“Well… as a matter of fact “Vic” I’m not going to hold any secrets from you this week… basically, you can piss off… you’re not fighting tonight, in fact as far as I’m concerned… you won’t be fighting here at all, contract or no contract.” Joe said, confidently.

“Tonight? That’s fine by me… I’ve got other business to attend to, but ever? We’ll just see about that, shall we?” Creed said… as he began to leave.

“Yeah… we shall” Joe started “Enjoy you’re pretend fight with Ross Ruben… or whatever his name is.” Creed stopped, nah… he didn’t have time to throw Joe out of the window.

“Oh… I will” Creed replied “Maybe I’ll see you later.” Creed finished, leaving an uneasy Joe to contemplate his last sentence. When suddenly… it dawned on him.

“Hmm… sitting here is just delaying the inevitable, fuck it… it’s showtime.” Joe said, leaping out of his chair and exiting his office.

The party however, didn’t last long.

“Cut the fucking music… cut the fucking pyro’s, cut it all!” Joe Campbell’s voice cried… obviously not very happy at his current situation.

The pyro’s stopped, the music stopped, and Joe stepped through the curtain and through the smoke, making his way down to the Asylum, before finally stepping in.

“I’ve had e-fuckingnough of this, I’ve just about calmed down from the series of bomb scares… the last thing I need, is people speculat… in fact no, that isn’t the term, that last thing I need, is people stirring the fucking shit, you know what I mean… sure, I might have fucked up and cost Archangel his match on Thursday, but do any of you bloodthirsty bastards ever consider that he might just forgive me?” Joe stopped, only to be greating by silence from the crowd.

“Exactly! Its all ‘ohh, Archie’s gone be so pissed at Joe, he’ll probley kill him outright on Sunday’ well, its not very funny people, the pressure is on him to do just that now, are you happy with yourselfs?” Joe paused again, one extremely strange voice cried “Hell yeah!” from the crowd.

“Yeah, again… exactly, well… basically, I’m sick of running and hiding, brought me nothing but grief with the whole Max Marx ordeal, so basically… we’ll get this over and done with… Archangel, c’mon… get out here and do you’re worst!” Joe finished… right on que with “Bodies” by Drowning Pool, blasting through the speakers, Joe gulped, Archangel was probably about to kill him on national television.

Suddenly however… a weird crackling sound kicked in, pushing “Bodies” by Drowning Pool out of the way, “Mudshovel” by Staind began to play. The crowd in attendance rose especially to their feet, in order to boo Asylum’s new champion, Kenny Rock.

Sure enough, Kenny stepped through the curtain, Asylum championship slung over one shoulder, sledge hammer in the opposite hand, and a microphone in the other, raising the microphone to his lips.

“Shut… the fuck… UP!” Kenny roared, the crowd firing back at him with hateful cries, he simply waited a moment, for the crowd to be quiet.

“What the fuck do you want?” Joe was quick to intervene.

“That’s a pretty aggressive tone Campbell… considering you should be thanking me, chances are if I weren’t here right now, Archangel would be… and his foot would be down you’re throat.” Kenny said, pausing for response.

“I have nothing to thank you for fuckface, I don’t owe you anything… you should be thanking me in fact, if I weren’t more caught up in other things, that piece of tin over you’re shoulder wouldn’t even be there.” Joe replied.

“Fuck you Campbell… I eared this title, I earned it! And if you think you’re going to take it away from me… you can think again, because this is staying with me…

This is staying with me, forever.” Kenny finished.

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that Kenny, still… you haven’t explained what you want.

“Oh? How rude of me… well to tell you the truth Campbell, the ASYLUM CHAMPION doesn’t want anything… I didn’t come down here to ask, I came here to TELL… you, that I’m taking the night off?” Kenny smiled.

“Ahahaha… pull the other one wanker, you’re fighting tonight… make no mistake about it!” Joe said, controlling the laughter.

“Am I now? Well… what if I don’t want to? What are you gonna do then? FIRE ME!? Please… for one, I’m the Asylum champion, you fire me… you breach contract, and two… if you even TRY and book me tonight, I’ll cancel every Asylum show… for the rest of the year.” Kenny said, somewhat smugly.

“Bah… you twat, so what are you gonna do then? If you’re taking the night off, I deserve to know why!” Joe responded.

“Do you Campbell? I don’t think you deserve anything, other than the shit kicking you’ll probably get from Archangel at some point tonight… but, if you really must know, I’ll give you a clue.

If Borst can do it, so can I.

Lambs to the Slaughter? I think so.” Kenn finished, he didn’t say anything more, throwing the microphone down, and abruptly leaving.

Joe simply stood in the center of the Asylum, he knew exactly what Kenny Rock was going to do, but he couldn’t do anything about it, but stand… and watch.

He left the ringside area, as the crowd awaited the next occurrence.

JPP - "What 'ze hell doez 'e want with you?"

Mike - "Oh, just mind your own business..."

With Xearo's assistance he enters the Asylum and takes a microphone from an offical.

"Hi. Don't worry folks, I'm not managing Xearo or anything...Heh-heh-heh. He just had an announcemnt to make. Right, Xearo?"

Xearo nods and pulls out a piece of paper. The crowd loudly murmmer in anticipation...

"Alright...let's see here....

ok...

Right, as you all know - I defeated Double Hard at seVered. Now, that makes me your "United Kingdom" champion.

The crowd cheers in agreement. Mike continues...

'But being a "champion" poses a new question for me. Am I Happy? Frankly, no I am not. I feel that this piece of leather and metal isn't enough for me. I want a little bit more. I want, to be responsible for changing the way you view the fighting side of the asylum.

And looking at 'how' I constantly had roadblock after roadblock put in my way whenever I came close to winning this title...I don't think it should be easy. For everyone else.

So, for a change of pace...

The United Kingdom's title will now be known as...

The Ultimate Knockout title.

The crowd fills the arena with chants and cheers...until "Blood in my eyes" by the Dimestore Hoods flooded the PA.

Enter Joe.

"Wait, one bloody second! What in the HELL do you think you're doing? Xearo, was it not *I* that allowed you to have another title shot? That title represents the United Kingdom...now you listen' here you dirty french bastard...I-"

Joe was cut short by Mike Malone...

' If I know my "boss". And I do know my boss. Then Joe has made his way to the ring by now, yelling about what I can and can't do with the title.

Joe...

Shut up.

The crowd pops.

'I can do whatever I want. This title shouldn't be about a particular nation. I'm sorry Joe, but that is just stupid.

This isn't wrestling.

Hence forth this title shall only be about one thing.

Rendering your opponent unconscious. If you don't like it...then you can either bugger the hell off. Or you can make a futile attempt to stop me. By and By....

I am not French.

JPP - "I knew it!"

Joe was taken back. "I-I can't believe this shit. Mike put that paper down this instant!!"

"But there's more...." Mike pleaded...

"I don't care. I pay your fucking bills. And if you want your kid to have that playstation 2, then I advise you go sit your ass next to JPP and do your real job." Mike shrugged at Xearo and clammered back over the rim to have a seat next to JPP.

"Now for you....

Ya' know. You can't really change the rules of the title...if you're no longer holding it. So, tonight you will face...7 foot tall...big, bad....Steven Fury!!" The crowd jeered and cheered...but Joe wasn't done.

"Yeah, that's not all...you'll be facing Chris Credible too!"

The crowd boo'd. It's like nobody likes Chris Credible anymore...

"Yeah, that's right....what? What is the problem with you people? If Steve doesn't get the job done...then Chris Credible will! He- he....HE BEAT BORST!!"

So, there you had it...Joe issued the matches for tonight and Xearo would indeed have his hands full. If not with Steven Fury...than with the 'great' Chris Credible.

"What the hell am I doing?" she thought warily to herself. She had a beautiful daughter waiting for her in Hawaii. A daughter she had not seen in 5 months. All because she wanted to come back to the ring and prove she still had what it took to reach the top. But know it didn't matter.

She lost her chance do to the actions of one Kenny Rock. A person at one time she would attack a friend for. As of right now Kenny Rock could rot in hell with his big penis extension the Asylum title. She was done with the Asylum. Done with fighting. Done with the wrestling business. Period. She dropped her framed picture of her daughter into her bag and zipped it closed. With one last look she left the locker room
with her daughter on her mind.

"Calm down Impetigo," Joe Campbell said cooly. TheGalaxy Defenders 6000 sat in front of him, and quite frankly Joe would love getting these two idiots out of the Asylum. But that would be breach of contract, which would mean law suits, which would mean money gone. Were the Galaxy Defenders smart enough to do that? He couldn't risk it. Looks like he'd have to take the later.

"Gentlemen, let me sum this up for you two... YOU SUCK ASS! Impetigo, you haven't won a singles match since way back in January against Hypnosis. And Super Hero, God knows what you've done!"

Super Hero looked confused, "....Save the world?"

"SIR, WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU COMING TO, SIR!?!" Impetigo screamed.

"Damn it! Both of you shut up! I'm stuck here with this war against 21Wrestling and I've got to deal with you two wankers." Joe looked at the two with sheer anger on his face. "I'm splitting you two up for two months."

Impetigo gasped, "TWO MONTHS!?! THAT'S LIKE A REALLY LONG TIME SIR!" Wonder Hanna nodded her head over and over, agreeing with what Impetigo yelped.

"Yes it is, in which that time you can not have contact. You won't speak to each other, eMail each other, or even be around each other. You may now leave... separately."

"ITS NOT FAIR SIR! YOU'RE A MEANIE BUTT!" Impetigo said, only to have Sidekick jump around in a frenzy.

"Yes I am. A big fat meanie butt. You all will be teamed in pairs. Impetigo's manager will be Wonder Hanna. And err... Super Hero's will have that chimp. Now go."

The quartet stood up, heads hung low as they sadly walked out of the office. Joe interrupted the odd silence, "Oh, and Super Hero... you have a match with Deicide tonight. No ring-out either. Good luck you dumb son of a bitch, you'll need it."

Wonder Hanna mumbled something about 'sausage-lickin' ass hole' as they exited the office. The four stood next to each other for one last time. "I guess this means goodbye." Impetigo said sadly.

" I guess so." Super Hero responded glumly, with the waving of his hand, signaling goodbye.

Super Hero and Sidekick departed to the left, Impetigo and Wonder Hanna departed to the right. Both saddened, distraught, and outraged at the happenings. Due to the poor ratings of the Galaxy Defenders, Joe Campbell did what he had to do. He split the quartet up. But would this solve the problem of the Galaxy Defenders having bad luck?

We have two months to find out.

That “thing” just happened to be, killing Kodiak Vic Creed.

Carnage had been waiting in the shadows for some time, waiting for the unsuspecting Creed to enter the arena, when he did… the plan from there was simple, Carnage would stab him… a lot of times, until he didn’t move anymore.

What Carnage didn’t know however… was that someone had similar plans.

Without warning, Carnage felt his arm pulled behind his back, and following it shortly, the cold blade of his own knife pressed firmly across his throat. Instinct kicked in, as Carnage whipped his hand up and grabbed the wrist of his unknown attacked.

“Might wanna move that hand Corn… before you lose it.” The voice said coolly, Carnage felt the blade cutting his skin now, his neck was bleeding, the cut wasn’t deep, but the blood was there.

“M… M… Mort?” Carnage struggled, the knife pressing hard against his neck.

“Wouldn’t try to say too much Corteia, we don’t want this knife to slip now, do we?” Suddenly, Carnage was spun to face a mirror, he saw someone who he “thought” he new.

“Remember me Carnage? Maybe not… but I remember you, I saw the tapes see, the tapes of you fighting who you thought was me… well newsflash Carnage, that wasn’t me… what I’m bringing to the table if five times worse.” It was clear now, that the figure was MUD.

“Look at you Carnage… with you’re title and you’re contract? What about me? You stole my fame Carnage… you made a name for yourself fighting a fake! Well times up Corteia, because I’m the real MUD… and I’ll get a contract here, whatever it takes, say… a match later tonight?” MUD finished, Carnage’s eyes widening, as blood began to seep from the knife pressing against his throat.

Carnage tried to laugh, but the knife was pressed to tightly against his neck, a simple nod was all he could muster to agree with MUD.

“That’s good Carnage… that’s real good, so I guess… I’ll catch you later.”

THUD.

MUD hit Carnage with a hard knee to his side wound that sent him to his knee’s coughing blood… he’d get his revenge however, the knife would make sure of it.

Cheers can be heard from the Asylum arena somewhat as Nurse is shown on the Asylum Screen inside the arena. She tries to get the attention of one of the guys
working security.

'Hey, you wouldn't happen to know if Joe's come through yet have you?'

'Actually he rushed in just a moment ago. He's probably hanging around somewhere.'

'Hanging around somewhere huh? Thanks for the info.'

She turns around and heads into the arena.

'Hanging around somewhere. so that means I should find him by the end of the show right?' Nurse says to herself. 'Yeah thanks for the info.'

Nurse walks on. obviously looking for Joe Campbell.

Superhero Vs Deicide

...

YEEEEEEEEEEAH!
IF I GO CRAZY THEN WILL YOU STILL CALL ME SUPERMAN!?!
IF I'M A LIVE AND WELL WILL YOU BE THERE-HOLDING MY HAND!?!
I'LL KEEP YOU BY MY SIDE WITH MY SUPER HUMAN MIND! KRYPTONIIIIIITE!

The lyrics continues to blur over the arena but Super Hero is no where to be found. The fans are on there feet, waiting for our cowardly hero. A spotlight dances across the nosebleed section only to find the hero himself, standing there. His finger points toward Deicide, and his cape waves ever so delicately. He holds the microphone to his mouth, screaming:

"IF YOU-" He stops. The microphone not turned on. Tapping the mic, and hearing no sound, he turns the mic upside down and flips the switch....

To no avail. It's busted.

"I guess I'll just scream it," With a deep breath, he screams "IF YOU WANNA SEE SUPER HERO MAKE DEICIDE HIS PUPPY DOG BITCH, GIMME A HELL YEAH!"

The fans that could actually hear Super Hero scream 'HELL YEAH!', while the rest just look up at him, oddly.

"TONIGHT, IN THIS NO RING OUT MATCH, I WILL SPANK THE BEHIND OF EVIL MOST TRIUMPHANTLY!" Super Hero holds his arms out, bracing himself.

"UP, UP, AND AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!" Super Hero jumps!

Up! Up! ...down...down...DOWN!

*CRACK! BAM!*

Super Hero hits the ground through a table! Deicide simply chuckles, shaking his head. Hopping over the Asylum, he swiftly makes his way over to Super Hero. Deicide sends rabid, vicious kicks to the ribcage of our galaxy defender! Super Hero screams, shouts, and yelps in pure and utter agony as Deicide lifts him up and tosses him into the guard rail.

"MOMMY!" Super Hero scrambles to his feet, only to be knocked back down by a hard DDT! Deicide is literally destroying our favorite hero!

Super Hero back up to his feet, and kicks Deicide in the leg. "HA!"

Deicide laughs, shrugs, and sends a hard right fist to Super Hero's nose. Super Hero falls to the floor, and the referee counts.

1

2

3

4

No movement, just the crimson mud pouring fromSuper Hero's face.

5

6

7

8

9 None, the match is clearly over.

10!

Deicide upped and left, as Superhero was lifted onto a stretcher and carried out, moments later, someone else had something to say.

Synn stretches his arms wide, and Drax stands motionless behind of him, blocking the flying debris thrown by the audience. The music fades, the crowd grows tired of throwing and shouting, and Synn relaxes his arms, brings the microphone to his face, and begins to speak.

Synn- "Thank you, America. If 'God' truly shed his grace on thee...than I'm glad he kept his filthy 'divinity' away from me."

The crowd starts up again, but dies out a bit quicker than before.

Synn- "It's okay to be angry, America. I mean after all...you've never liked the truth much, have you? You like things in a pretty little package with a happy bow on the top and the logo of some corporation slapped on the front. Do a little dance for me, puppets?"

An "asshole" chant begins to bounce at Synn form every direction.

Synn- "Oh, now that's original. It's a start though. Let it all go. Release it. Be human beings for once in your life. What you see before you...and beside you...we're the future of the world. That girl with the 6 gage septum piercing...or that boy with the two blue braids in his hair, they know the truth about your laws and your government. They know that the TV ideology that is 'law and order' is long dead. This is it, America. You're reign as the world's super-hero country is coming into it's twilight...and we will bring you there and lock you in a place where everyone will forget you existed. Sound familiar? Maybe you should drive up the street and glance at the giant filing cabinet you calling an 'adult care center' and see how the bitches hat bore you screaming into the world are living. The reality is, people...we are here. We live in your suburbs and your towns and cities. We walk the halls of your schools. We are soldiers on the winning side of the revolution...we are The Few."

Randomly, scattered people through out the audience begin to slowly stand. All are fixated on Synn, his arms again outstretched. Then Drax taps his shoulder, and Synn leans in to hear Drax's whispered comment. A smile suddenly grows on his face.

Synn- "Undoubtedly, there are those among us here in the arena tonight who wish to prove me wrong. We'll give you that chance and then some."

"Drax has just informed me that he wishes to issue a challenge. Any and all comers are welcome. If anyone in this arena can defeat knock Drax out will not only prove my words false...but will win 1.5 million dollars!"

A sudden adrenaline rush comes over the crowd. Many people are stopped by security in their attempts to get a shot at the money.

Synn- "You...big bad fat boy. Let him go, security. Come on. I guaranty you that security will not stop you. You get your shot."

The crowd erupts as the rather large man hand picked by Synn climbs over the railing and rushes at Drax. He's met with a single right hand around his throat. Drax lifts the man over his head and drives him down. Finality! The man is not moving, but his blood is. It flows form from where his head impacted the entrance way floor. Medics rush to the scene and load the man onto a stretcher.

Synn- "One down...how many millions have to go the same way before you will see the truth? The Few is alive and well...and there's no one who can stop us. SO it was written, so it shall come to pass."

Synn and Drax move back to the locker room area from whence they came.

"Why in the hell are you here?"

"I'm still hurt. What I can't come see you?"

A big hug. It made her sick. Nayomi covered with a big piece of shit named Biggs Dangsta. She wanted to push him, knee him in the balls and end his life right there by smashing the vase over his head.

"Just folllow the plan," Nayomi whispers to herself.

"So you think one of those Asylum guys will be my little waiter today? What about Ash? After I beat the shit out of him at seVered he should be licking my balls," Biggs says.

Just follow the plan. "So what do you think of Nicodemus?"

"Who?"

"Nicodemus, the big 7'1 guy. The king of the death matches," says Nayomi.

"What do you mean?" Biggs says. He sits back on the comfortable recliner backstage in Nayomi's locker room and leans back. The chair breaks under his weight and pressure and Nayomi's vein on the side of her head begins to pulge. "Damn Asylum chairs."

"It's not Asylum!-" Nayomi screams. She stops herself and breaths in deeply. "Nicodemus. Just a guy, I was wondering if you think you could beat him."

"King of the Death Matches huh? Probably in a wrestling match. I don't know what the hell a death match is," Biggs nudges the broken chair. "I'm gonna go get some food, you want anything?"

"Your life," Nayomi whispers.

"What?"

"I said no. I'm kinda full," Biggs leaves through the backdoor as Nayomi is seen exiting.

She opened the door the slowly as she took into view the simple office of Joe Campbell. Four white walls and a desk cluttered with paperwork and videotapes.
Joe sat at his desk a frustrated look on his face. "What the fuck do you want?" He asked in a sour tone not even looking up from his desk.

Steph was a little taken aback by his response as she reached into her pocket and withdraw an envelope. She placed it quickly on the front of his desk. "Joe this
is my."

Joe's frustrated face turned a bright red as he grabbed the envelope and tore it to shreds. Still not looking up he blurted out, "Fucking people! How the hell did you get back here? I am NOT taking anymore fucking resumes! Get the fuck out before I call
security!"

Stephanie looked at Joe for a split second, her ice blue eyes fluttered, and her body jerked a little. Her eyes then narrowed as she looked down at Campbell. She slammed her fist down on Joe's desk smashing several videotapes in the process. She screamed at the top of her lungs. "Fuck you Campbell!"

Joe quickly looked up and met the eyes of one enraged Stephanie Connor. Her eyes were glazed over in rage. Words sputtered out of her mouth. "That letter you
just ripped up you ass, was my letter of resignation. I am through working for you and that shit Kenny Rock. I've had enough. I am going home and spending some
well-deserved time with my daughter. So once again. Fuck you Campbell! I quit." Stephanie turned her back on Joe as she walked towards the door.

Joe stood up from his desk, his face red with anger as well. "Connor wait a second. I want to talk to you."

Stephanie stopped and looked back at Joe. "What do you want? I have nothing else to say to you."

Joe let out a sigh. "I apologize for yelling at you. All this stress and shit has me going over the edge. Some damn idiots don't understand what the words NOT HIRING mean. Sit down and lets talk about this rationally."

With her eyes still focused on Joe she let out a sigh. She walked back over to the desk and sat down. "What is it you'd like to talk about Campbell? If it's getting me to try and stay that's out of the question. I am not longer fighting nor wrestling. Nothing you
are anyone else can change my mind on that. So don't even try."

Joe muttered under his breath, glancing down at his table. A thought crossed his mind. And a smirk came to his face. "Well Ms. Connor, I understand you don't want to fight. That's fine. But if you do realize you do have a little contract you sign with me when you joined her. Basically until that contract expires, you're mine. Unless you want to go to court and settle this there."

Steph gripped strap of her bag so hard her knuckles turned white. In her hurry to leave she had over looked that insistence. She sighed at her stupidity. "What do want from me Campbell? If you blackmail me you're going to regret it."

"Oh not so much blackmail as taking some wait off my shoulders. You see all these papers? All these video tapes?

Stephanie nodded. "Yes. What about them?"

Joe grinned evilly. "Well Ms. Connor, you are now the new Human Resources Manager and Talent Relations for Asylum. Anyone wants to join the Asylum. You handle it. Any member who has a problem? You deal with it. I wash my hands of it. You own me 7 more months of your life Ms. Connor. Enjoy the job. We'll be working closely together now."

Steph gripped the edge of her chair. "I could be worse," she thought

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

In accordance to the rules laid down by Hypnosis yesterday in his first official Asylum interview, the cell is surrounded by three rows of tables all the way round.

Hypnosis joins dark in the cell, and the door is closed, and the ring crew start setting up the tables. In the rules it also says, if any table is broken it must be replaced immediately. Hypnosis and Dark both look up at the TV title, as they bump into each other in the centre of the cell, and their looks divert to each other.

Dark starts the match off with a collar and elbow tie up, in which Hypnosis applies an armbar, which is quickly reversed by Dark. Hypnosis reverses Dark’s armbar with a rear waistlock, but Dark counters this with a waistlock of his own. Hypnosis getting pissed off with Dark’s counters hiptosses Dark to the floor, only for Dark to apply a head scissors. Hypnosis thrusts his legs and breaks out of the hold, and the two stand off again. The crowd boo the previous wrestling moves, as Hypnosis decides to take the offensive as he floors Dark with a spear. Dark gets up and tries to counter with a spear of his own, but Hypnosis backdrops him, trying to put him through a table outside. Hypnosis celebrates as he thinks he’s succeeded, but Dark has laded on the cell wall. Hypnosis turns to see Dark on the cell wall, but Dark is too quick as he hip tosses Hypnosis over the cell wall and through a table.

Dark shouts at the ring crew, who have to place a table over the fell Hypnosis, as Dark executes a senton splash through the table, on to Hypnosis. Dark shouts again, as the ring crew supply another table, as Dark tries to finish Hypnosis off, as he jumps on to the cell wall, aiming for an Asai moonsault, his finishing move, “Darkness Falls”, but Hypnosis rolls from under the first table, the relative safety of under another, as Dark crashes through the first table, and hits the floor.

Hypnosis takes advantage of the situation and retrieves the ladder from the aisleway, and carries it carefully, as it is wrapped in Barb wire, but he is taken out suddenly by Dark who has got to his feet and dropkicks the chair into Hypnosis, who is bloodied almost immediately. Dark grabs the ladder, and carries it into the Asylum, he is pulling it in, over the wall, when Hypnosis jumps and executes a double axe handle to the end of the ladder out of the cell, which catapults the other end into Dark’s face, which evens up the blood loss, as Dark is busted open, and blood starts to trickle from his forehead.

Hypnosis gets in the cell, and tries to pull the rest of the ladder in, but Dark in a suicidal move, somersaults over Hypnosis and connects with the end of ladder outside the asylum, putting himself through a table, but also hitting Hypnosis in the face with the ladder. Dark is up first, and powerslams Hypnosis on to the ladder, who is now almost stuck to the ladder by the barbwire, which is sticking into his flesh. Dark climbs on to the cell wall and pulls off a shooting star press on to Hypnosis.

Hypnosis peels himself off the ladder slowly, as he reveals the mass of blood, which is now his back. Dark goes to pick up Hypnosis, who connects with a low blow, and slams Dark onto the ladder in an act of revenge. He follows this up by climbing on to the cell wall, and pulling off his trademark moonsault, a huge feat of athleticism for a man his size. He then tears Dark off the ladder, who screams in pain, before Hypnosis knocks him back down to the floor with a huge lariat. Hypnosis props the ladder up somewhat against the cell wall, before picking Dark up, before connecting with a straight right to Darks chin, knocking him back on to the ladder.

The crowd are going crazy for this string of offence by Hypnosis, who steps back, and looks out into the crow, before charging at Dark, connecting with a spear, with such momentum, that the ladder is tipped up slightly, catapulting Hypnosis over the cell wall and through a table, as Dark crumples to the floor.

Hypnosis and Dark get to their feet at roughly the same time, as Hypnosis uses the ladder to et to his feet, which proves to be a mistake as Dark dropkicks the end of the ladder, propelling it into Hypnosis chest, sending him back down to the floor outside.

Dark seizes the opportunity to win the TV title as he sets up the bloodstained ladder for the first time in the match, and goes for the belt, but Hypnosis is back up and he runs at the cell wall, jumps on to it and launches himself at Dark, and connects with a shoulder block sending Dark falling to the floor, with the ladder soon following suit, and landing on Dark. Hypnosis sums up the situation before running at the ladder and executing a jumping double-footed stomp to the ladder lying on top of Dark.

Hypnosis chants start up form the crowd as he pulls the ladder off of Dark, who is bleeding from his head back and now his chest. Hypnosis sets the ladder up and begins to climb it. He’s almost reached the top of this 20-foot ladder as Dark springs up as he sees his TV title chances disappearing, and attacks the ladder with a powerful dropkick, sending Hypnosis flying out of the Asylum, through another table and hitting the floor with a thud, but nothing seems to be going Dark’s way tonight as he looks up only to see the ladder coming crashing down on top of him once again. Fortunately Dark is able to avoid a major contact because he saw the danger in time, and he’s back up and heading outside to get Hypnosis. The tables have been replaced, but not for long as Dark plants Hypnosis though one and headfirst back onto the floor with an Implant DDT.

The crowd groan with the mere thought of the move. Dark grabs Hypnosis and drags him back to the cell and throws him back in. Dark is ready to finish the match off, as he jumps on the cell wall, aiming for Darkness falls one more time, but Hypnosis gets his knees up sending Dark reeling backwards. Hypnosis capitalises this time and picks Dark up in a fireman’s carry, going for Knocked the Fuck Out, but as he spins him out, Dark lands on his feet. Hypnosis turns, and is met by a swift superkick, and Hypnosis is down.

Dark climbs the ladder, but the superkick was not enough to keep Hypnosis down, as he begins to climb the other side of the ladder. Fatigue has set in on both men, plus the loss of blood wasn’t helping, as they both slowly reach the top. Dark reaches up, not even realising Hypnosis is a step down. Hypnosis punches Dark in the solar plexus as Dark doubles over, with that very effective move this late on in the match. Hypnosis drapes Dark’s shoulder over his shoulder, and then launches himself backward, bring Dark off in a superplex, but mid-move, Hypnosis pushes Dark off, sending him flying several feet backwards, out of the cell and through a table to the floor. Hypnosis however lands hitting the cell wall and might be worse off after the move.

Both men get to their feet and stagger about, as Hypnosis beings to climb the ladder, and Dark returning the favour as he begins to ascend the other side of the ladder from Hypnosis. Hypnosis reaches the top, and looks down to see Dark. He waits for Dark, and goes for a punch, which is blocked, and as Hypnosis is reeling backwards, Dark grabs his head, and smashes it down onto the top of the ladder. Dark then goes for a huge move; as he somersaults over Hypnosis in a sunset flip, which turns into a powerbomb. Hypnosis looks broken in half lying against the cell wall.

Dark has the match won as he climbs the ladder and is at the top. He looks at the fans, who are swearing at him for winning the TV title, as he grabs up and reaches the title. He grabs hold, only for the ladder to be pulled out from underneath him via Hypnosis. Dark is left hanging over the top of the Asylum. Hypnosis folds the ladder up, and then jabs the end at Dark. When he thinks he’s got it right, Hypnosis runs with the ladder, sending Dark swinging wildly, with Hypnosis only stopping at the end of the cell, and Dark swinging more. Hypnosis climbs on to the cell wall with Dark swinging the other way. He waits for Dark to be come swinging past him and as he does so, Hypnosis jumps and swings the ladder, which connects with Dark’s back, forcing him to let go, and go flying, way past the three rows of tables. Dark hits the concrete floor and lies there writhing in pain.

Hypnosis sets the ladder up in the centre of the cell, before looking back over at Dark who is still moving slightly… but not for long. Hypnosis runs out and heads for Dark. He undoes his chain, and wraps it round his right hand, and grabs Dark’s head with his left. Breaking point! Hypnosis punches Dark in the temple a multitude of times, before the left side of Dark’s face is nothing but a bloody mess. Hypnosis drops Dark’s head, which drops in an eerily heavy way. He was unconscious for sure this time. Hypnosis headed to the cell with the crowd going crazy after seeing that impromptu violence. Hypnosis climbs the ladder and grabs his TV title, before sitting atop the ladder with the belt in his hand. He’d beaten his greatest adversary to date, and left him bloodied and unconscious on the floor.

It's been about twenty minutes since we've seen her and Nurse looks a little pissed now.

'Hey you. Have you, or any of you're friends seen Joe around lately?'

Some guy who is wearing a security coat shakes his head no, as he and another female security guard look at Nurse oddly.

'Well I did earlier, but he looked like he was in a bit of a rush.' Says one.

'Yeah and he said he had to get the hell outta here' Says the other.

'Great.' Says Nurse walking away from the two. 'How the hell's he gonna hear my proposal now?'

Synn- "Do none of you people have any spine? Where are the big "heroes" of the Asylum? Maybe you're all too afraid to come out here and face Drax because deep inside you KNOW that I'm right when I say these things I say. Maybe you're all a bunch of cowa..."

“Teething” by the Deftones.

Chris Credible.

Shock more than anything, on the faces of the crowd, on the face of Synn and Drax, as Credible rushed from behind the curtain, down the aisle, and into the Asylum, he was equally as swift in clambering in, and standing nose to nose with Drax.

If only he’d known what to do next.

Credible simply adorned a cheesy grin, and soon found himself up in the air, and out of the Asylum, another individual had been quickly embarrassed by the Few.

It seemed that no-one was to defeat Drax, and take home the cash.

"Yeah?"

"My husband wanted me to come deliever you a message," Nayomi says. She walks into Nicodemus' locker room, looking quite innocent and sincere.

"You mean that crackpot Biggs Dangsta?" Nicodemus says.

"Yeah. He wanted me to tell you that he could kill you in one of those death match things you do, and could wipe the floor with you in regular wrestling. He said you might as well be a waiter and wait hand and foot since he can kick your ass worse then Ash. He says you're a nobody, and 'Biggs Dangsta' is a far more superior name then 'Nicodemus'!"

"Well, tell your husband to get in line. I've got a lot of things I have to do, even though he's talking a lot of shit I'm busy." says Nicodemus. Nayomi clenches her fists and thinks fasts.

"Uh! He also said that you're nothing but a wanna-be Borst!" Nayomi screams. Nico freezes in his spot and turns around. Nayomi smiles as she knew she got to him.

Nico walks over to Nayomi and whispers in her ear. "You tell your husband. Tonight. Him and me, one on one. Death match."

"Okelly dokelly!"

Ahem.

“Wait, my senses are picking up on something big…”

She stopped, thought for a moment and turned around.

“Something HUGE…”

She turned back facing the camera.

As if right on cue, Callous suddenly appeared to walk right pass behind Wonder Hanna.

“Oh, wait ‘til I get that juicy thing in my mouth.” She said.

GULP!

Callous stopped dead in his track. “What the?!”

“Oh, that things definitely close.” Hanna exclaims in her own super-hero fashion. “I can almost feel it melt in my mouth.”

Callous had almost dropped to the floor at this point. “I’m right here baby.”

“Yeah…” she said without ever once looked at him.

ZOOOOM!!!

She vanished.

“Uh?” a confused Callous let out in wonder, “where did she go?”

The camera panned around and spotted Wonder Hanna drooling all over the ice cream counter.

“Oh…” Callous seems a bit deceived.

Nicodemus Vs Biggs

"It’s alright, It’s alright I’m just a little crazy" then "Click click Boom begins to blast as the crowd awaits Nico. He does not come out and the camera goes into the back and they find Nico walking to the ring when he is stopped by Nayomi.

Nayomi - “Hey Nico wait one second!”

Nico - “What the fuck do you want now?”

Nayomi - “though you should hear what Biggs said when I asked him what he thought about you.”

Nayomi produces a small tape recorder and hits play to hear Biggs voice say..

Biggs - “he should be licking my balls.”

Nicodemus turns quickly and storms towards the curtain he turns and looks at Nayomi.

Nicodemus - “You are either a smart bitch who wants her man dead or the dumbest whore in the Asylum because Biggs was in deep shit before now he is a dead man!”

Nicodemus busts out of the curtain and runs right towards Biggs as Biggs turn and without warning gets blasted with a Nicodemus lariat. Nicodemus continues his onslaught by grabbing from the ringside dumpster and puling out several tubes of glass and shattering them over the back of Biggs. Nico pulls Biggs to his feet and then proceeds to shatter a tube right in his face lacerating his forehead. Nico with a few more punches slams Biggs into the cage.

He steps back and goes for a running yakuza kick but Biggs was ready and dodges it quickly grabbing a sign from the ring floor and nailing Nico in the face as he turns around. Biggs with an assault on Nico that includes busting a few lighttubes before grabbing a thumbtack covered bat from the dumpster. He swings like McQwire and nails Nico in the back leaving a few tacks stuck in there.

Nico is hurt but not going down as Biggs hits him a few more times before setting the bat on the floor and grabbing Nicodemus and setting him up for a piledriver. Biggs begins to lift the big man but Nicodemus reverses it and stands up then grabs the legs of Biggs and plants him on top of the bat with a spinebuster.

Both men are bleeding as Biggs gets up with the bat still stuck in his back. Nicodemus has begun to set up a bunch of chairs in a line and some of them setting on top of each other. He hits Biggs in the face a few times then spins him and yanks the bat from his back before kicking him a few more times. Nicodemus with a whip that Biggs reverses and Nico hits the cage. Biggs charges jumps up o the cage then drops back grabbing Nico and DDTing him to the mat. With even wasting time Biggs Lifts up Nico and snap suplexes him, he rolls it over into another snap suplex which he rolls and then hits a front layout suplex dropping Nico on the tack covered bat.

Biggs continues to attack as he breaks a few more tubes over the back of Nico as Nico gets to his feet slowly. Biggs goes out and grabs a ringside table for the announcer. He drops it into the ring then after a few more punches tries to set it up.while he has his back turned Nico has gotten up and comes form behind Grabbing a hold of Biggs and hitting a blue thunder driver to the mat.

Nicodemus now begins his onslaught as he pounds away with punches and kicks before lifting up Biggs and shortarm clothesline him nearly out of his boots. Nico has gone back to the dumpster and pulled out a set of crutches he kicks Biggs in the gut and shatter both crutches over the back of Biggs simultaneously. Nicodemus then grabs a hold of Biggs and plants him with the Mondo Driver. Both men are down and bleeding as Nico is slow to recover form that last barrage and Biggs in busted open and bleeding pretty badly.

Biggs manages to get up as does Nico as the begin to exchange punches, Biggs blocks one and throws a big right but Nicodemus blocks that one and after a quick knee lift he grabs Biggs and hits the 2k1 bomb. Nico climbs up to the cage and pulls Biggs over for a tornado DDT, Nico hops off but Biggs manages to hold him up and reverses the move into a release northern lights suplex. Biggs then finishes setting up the table and stand on top of it, he launches off the table with a missile dropkick sending Nico into the cage.

Biggs gets to his feet then grabs a chair and dents it over the head of Nicodemus. Biggs goes to the dumpster and pulls out a barbed wire board that was on the side. He pulls it out and sets it on the table, He pulls Nicodemus over and slams his head into the board. Nico’s hair gets caught in the wire and he has to rip it free as he jst manages to dodge an incoming Biggs with a steel chair swing. Nico with a dragon tail leg sweep takes down Biggs then as Biggs gets up he is nailed by rolling heel kick. Nico gets up and after a few kicks he lifts up biggs and front layout suplexes him gently on the barbed wire so as not to break the table just yet. Biggs head hangs over the edge as Nicodemus goes to the top of the cage and hits a guillotine leg drop on Biggs flipping him slowly off the table as the wire rips at his flesh.

The crowd cheers as Nicodemus rips Biggs apart and nobody knows if it is for the violence or just to see Biggs nearly get killed. Nicodemus continues to pummel Biggs as he pulls the board of the table and slams Biggs into it. Nico gets to the top of the cage and goes for a Swanton bomb but Biggs manages to get out of the wire and Nicodemus slams his own body into the wire.

Biggs does not waste his time either as Nico gets up slowly he gets blasted by Biggs with a now dented steel chair. Biggs pulls Nico out of the wire and sets the board on to of all of those stacked chairs. He then grabs lighttube after lighttubes and puts them on top of as well. Nayomi has made her way to ring side with a big container of lighter fluid and a towel wrapped chair.
Naymi begins to soak the boards and wood pieces as Biggs put them into this huge pile on top of these chairs. The thing is soaked as she Lights the steel chair wrapped in a towel then puts it to the mess as it is engulfed in flames suddenly. Biggs has pulled Nico on top of the chair and it about to hit the Falling chokeslam. For the win. Suddenly Nayomi comes from behind and nails Biggs with the Flaming chair.

Nayomi - “Kill him... Kill HIM!”

She screams as Nico now grabs the flaming chair and tosses it into the flames before grabbing Biggs and Armageddon powerbombing him into the flaming piles of barbedwire, lighttubes and steel chairs. The huge pile crushes under Biggs and the crew is quick to put it out but Biggs is buried in the chairs as Nayomi tries to get the crowd to throw more chairs on top of Biggs and they do. Nicodemus has won and has vacated the ring as the Asylum fans begin to fill it up with chairs. Nayomi has a sick grin of satisfaction on her face as she sees no movement from the pile. She laughs as she has finally done what she has been trying she has finally killed Biggs.

Suddenly as the crew is moving the chairs and rubble Biggs begins to slowly crawl out of the pile. He is alive beaten and well tenderised but alive…

Nayomi is furious as she quickly walks away as the crew helps Biggs to his feet and to the back.

The camera rushes over, but the shot is bouncy. A figure stands over Drax, drops an envelop onto his fallen body, and dashes marches off in the other direction.

The camera is too shaky to geta clear shot of the assailant, but appearantly someone has answered Drax's challenge with a resounding "yes."

Xearo L'Vagrant(c) Vs Steven Fury
(U.K.O Title)

A uproar.

Xearo enters through the crowd, clutching onto his "UKO title" and trading hands with the crowd. Xearo hops over the barrier and soon climbs up into the Asylum staring a hole into Steven's forhead.

Malone - "Xearo looks ready"

JPP - "Wazzat?"

Malone - "I said Xearo looks....

JPP - "Oui, HEAVY. But he'z not as big azz Furiee, no?"

Malone - "But...I didn't say...

Xearo and Fury circle each other. The mute to size him up and Steven Fury to give Xearo a chance to soak up his size. Steven Fury...

was too fucking big.

The mute shrugged as he charged into Fury knocking him back with punches. Fury caught Xearo's third punch and clobbered the mute with one of his own! The crowd gasped as Xearo was knocked straight to the mat. Fury tried to follow suit with stomps, but Xearo sprung to his feet and hit several backflips - trying to avoid Fury. The mute's third backflip left his back to the Asylum.

JPP - "Z'arrow, should be careful...

Malone - "Why? The match can't be won via a Ringout anyways...but him falling out would end the match. Joe should've really let me finished reading."

JPP - "ut-oh"

Fury goes for the gusto charging the rim of the Asylum to knock Xearo out of the ring! but, the mute twists his body and lifts himself into a handstand on the rim!

JPP - "AH! Minkey boy! How many times iz ze goin' t'do zis?"

Malone - "The crowd seems to like it...spoil sport."

JPP - "feck off"

Fury nearly goes flying off the asylum as Xearo nearly does a cartwheel and balances himself on the rim!

JPP - "Ah!"

Malone - "Well, that's new...."

Xearo turns around and leaps off for a jump kick....but...

WHAM!

The mute catches a hard clothesline from Steven Fury in mid-air! Xearo flips in the air and drops to the mat onto his neck and the back of his head. Steven Fury wastes no time in pulling Xearo to his feet...and driving him into the mat with a huge Back drop driver! Xearo stumbles to his feet but Fury locks him up and sends the mute flying with Belly to Belly suplex.

JPP - "Whoo...go to school on Minkey boy!"

But as if on que - Fury missed a follow up lariat and caught a spinning sweep into the back of his knee! Xearo chanced another spinning sweep and brought Fury down to one leg. This time when the mute spun around, Steven was just the right hieght for...

SMACK!

Roundhouse to the bridge of the nose! Xearo stopped twisting around at that moment and caught Fury with a sidekick to the side of his head! Fury was now on all fours as the mute used one foot to bound off of the Asylum's rim and execute a somersault axe kick to the back of Fury's head!! The crowd starts to build up a chant to egg Xearo on!!

Xearo quickly runs to the other end of the Asylum....

Malone - "Looks like he's going for "Life Muted"!

Xearo rushes Fury as he gets to his feet.....but....

Fury grabs Xearo by the neck!! Fury lift Xearo up over his head and chokeslam's him over the Rim of the Asylum!!! MJ jumps into the ring and they hug and kiss and shout: 'celebrate good times...ALRIGHT'. But that's not the case....

Ref - "Your winner and STILL UKO champion.....Xearo L'Vagrant!!"

Malone - "Hahahaohohaha....Joe should really let me finish reading important documents. The opponent can only be KO'd Inside of the Asylum..."

JPP - "Zatz it! Your gay! You're fecking - Minkey boy!"

Malone - "I'm gay!? Well...YOU'RE FRENCH!!"

JPP - "I AM NOT FRENCH, MOTHERFUCKER!!!"

Malone - "Why, you fake ass....

It was hilarious...the look on Fury's face as his Jaw Dropped to the floor. It was so funny that the crowd began to laughs. And Xearo also gave away a few silent chuckles.

Malone - "uh oh...."

"WHAT? - Man, FUCK YOU!"

With that Fury lifts the ref onto his shoulders...begins spinning....and you know what's next.

The implant neckbreaker.

The ref just got a Dose of Reality.

Xearo didn't like that at all as he dug under the Asylum for a steelchair and climbed in Swinging wildly causing Fury and MJ to run off backstage....

“Damn… now that’s talent.” Callous couldn’t care less about sex addiction therapy anymore. “I need me something to lick.”

He made his way slowly, if not discreetly toward the ice cream counter. Passing by Wonder Hanna, Callous couldn’t help but wink. She notices him and slowly drifts away a few steps.

“Gimme a Vanilla Cone.” Callous unfolds his cone and starts licking it.

Wonder Hanna tried not to look at him but couldn’t help letting out an expression of awe as he did the tongue twister on his sweet vanilla cone.

“Hmmm,” Callous said out loud on purpose, “vanilla’s good… but I prefer CHERRY.”

She pretended to ignore him.

“Hmmm,” she said out loud also on purpose, “this thing’s so good, I think I can just suck on three of them at a time.”

Hanna 1, Callous 0

“Hmm,” Callous says in between licks, “my tongue is so HOT against the cold vanilla that it’s dripping wet.”

Hanna 1, Callous 1

“God,” Hanna feels Callous edging for the advantage, “there’s nothing more enjoyable than having a long… STIFF rod down the throat. That way, I can squeeze all the juice and get every drop of it.”

Hanna 2, Callous 1

“Damn… uh, I mean,” Callous is losing his edge.

“I’m so hot right now, I could surely use a fudge-cicle some place else.” Hanna said with a devious smile.

Hanna 3, Callous 1

“What?”

Hanna keeps on licking.

“Oh, look…” Hanna says mockingly, “it has disappeared. It certainly doesn’t last too long.” Hanna throws the stick away.

Hanna 3, Callous -10

Callous has been defeated. He throws away his cone swearing to himself. At that moment, Hanna and Callous’ eyes meet.

Hanna looks down at Callous’ crotch. “I could use another pop-cicle.”

Uh!?

Persephone(c) Vs Nayomi
(Womens title)

She pulled Persephone up by the hair, but the Women’s Champion surprised her with an uppercut. Persephone sent her challenger back to the middle of the ring with a head butt, and then dug deep in her arsenal by hitting Nayomi with a back-flip front kick. Persephone went for a high roundhouse kick, but Nayomi caught it, and t-bone suplexed her across the ring.

The crowd cheered in hopes that Nayomi would dethrone Persephone. Nayomi did a cartwheel towards Persephone, and hit her with a standing sidekick. Persephone nearly fell over the rim, but managed to keep her balance. Nayomi grabbed hold of Persephone’s arm, and whipped her shoulder-first into the other side of the cage. Persephone stumbled back, and fell victim to a back suplex. Now, Nayomi decided, it was time for the Panther Grip.

She grabbed both of Persephone’s legs, and began applying the sharpshooter. Before she could finally turn it over, Persephone kicked Nayomi off of her, and sprung back to her feet. She went for a wild haymaker on Nayomi, but Nayomi ducked it and delivered a left jab, right hook combination.

Nayomi followed up her offense with body punches, but Persephone ended the sequence by turning around with a back fist. Reaching over the rim, Persephone pulled out a steel chair, and cracked it shut. Nayomi shook off the back fist, and dodged Persephone’s chair shot quickly. The chair fell out of Persephone’s hands, and immediately Nayomi bulldogged her onto it. Persephone held her forehead in pain, and Nayomi sized her up, looking to use Persephone’s spear against her. Persephone saw that coming.

She grabbed the chair, and swung it right into Nayomi’s skull. That, of course, knocked her unconscious. The ref applied the mandatory ten-count, and then called for the bell. Persephone defended the Women’s Title. Bad Religion resurfaced over the speakers, but there was an interruption.

“Superbeast” by Rob Zombie.

Nerva came down the aisle, walking with the aid of a cane. Persephone draped the title over her shoulder, laughing at Nerva. “You gimp,” she said. Shaking the comment aside, Nerva entered the cage with the cane intact. Persephone shoved Nerva. The crowd waited on Nerva to respond, and she did so by spitting her gum into Persephone’s face. Persephone was enraged. She sent her fist racing to Nerva’s face, but Nerva blocked it with her cane, and dropped an axe kick on Persephone’s shoulder.

The Women’s Title fell to the ground, and Persephone fell to both knees. Nerva swung the cane in her hand like a baton, before delivering a final forceful shot to Persephone’s face. A “NERVA!” chant broke out through the crowd. Her knee seeming fine, Nerva hopped out of the cage, and walked back up the aisle with the cane raised over her head.

"What the hell? You best learn to knock before entering.." Joe snaps.

Steven walks over to Joe's desk and stares across at him.

"What the hell is right. Did you that shit out there? I beat Xearo's ass all over the arena and didn't get the win because of you!!"

Joe frowned at that. "How's it my fault you lost?"

"Because you allowed that punk ass pissant to change the rules. No one told me I had to knock his ass out, so I planted his ass outside the ring and looked like a fool. Why is that son of a bitch allowed to make his own rules anyway?" Steven exlaimed pounding the desk.

"Right....uh...." Joe reaches into his briefcase and pulls out a folder with Xearo's name on it. "Tell you what! Here's his personal file take it and look through it. you might find something in there that will make up for the unfortunate circumstances tonight. It's not like I want Xearo as champion either..."

Joe develops an evil grin as Steven takes the file and heads for the door with MJ close behind. Without looking back Steve mumbles a "Thanks Joe" under his breath...Steven and MJ sit down on a table in the hallway as they begin to look through the files. Suddenly Steven runs across something.

"This is it! This is what I can use against Xearo. Hahaha....saw-weet..." Steven points to a section in the file and shows it to MJ. "...Here's what we will do!" Steven says as he leans over and begins to whisper in her ear.

"Brilliant!" Says MJ. "That plan is fucking brilliant!"

"Of course it is! I am perfection and perfection is me." Steven replies with a grin.

"Damn straight! You're Perfection Personified!" MJ says.

"By the time I'm finished with Zee-asshole La Fagront. He is going to wish he was serving sno-cones in hell, not wrestling in the Asylum." Steven lifts himself off the table and begins to walk away with MJ following him. "He's got a match against Chris Credible now, lets get started." MJ skips on down the hallway followed by Steven both wearing evil grins.

In the locker room, a tornado hit, or so it seemed. The couch was flipped over and torn apart, as chairs were seen against the wall in clump, as stuff from the chairs and couches were totally reached. Just than and Championship Title zoomed past the camera, and into the brick wall. And there stood a figure, one figure who's hair hovered over the figure's face. The figure's shoulders were hunched, showing that whomever it is, was breathing much so. The breathing could be heard loudly, as the figure's fist clenched.

"I.....told......her......."

the voice was obvious, it was the Asylum's Women's Champion, Persephone.

"not......to......fight.....MEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!"

With that said, Persephone ran her clenched fist hard into the locker nearby. She kept the stance and stared angrily at the locker, which she has just dented.

"I warned that bitch not to face me...not to face a LOSING BATTLE. But did she listen? Did she hear my words and follow them? NO! She disrespected and became a rebel of my words. She wishes to face me? She wishes to face me? HUH? FINE....that little skank will know what I'm about."

She ran her other fist directly in the locker.

"Nerva has NO FUCKING IDEA who I am. What people have seen thus far is NOTHING compared to what I really am. NO ONE knows my full potential, and that bitch wants to be the first to know? FINE!! Her fate has been handed to her, and her fate is total destruction from myself!! She didn't listen well when I told her not to fight a losing battle with I. And she still wishes to face me??"

She removed her fist from the locker and laughed lowly, staring at the floor.

"Oh, she got me mad, and when I'm mad, you're going to wish you never met me. Nerva, I warned you that when you face me, you must protect your body, AND your mind. And seeing your mentallity and your ignorance, your mind is my direct target!!"

Persephone laughed out loud in an evil way, clenching her fist and staring at the ground below her feet. The camera faded, as Persephone's laugh, the Women's Champion's laugh....could still be heard, in an echo. Her strange voice sending chills up the audience's spine.

Xearo L'Vagrant Vs Chris Credible
(U.K.O Title)

Malone - "Man, why is Chris being boo'd?"

JPP - "Simple. he sucks..."

Malone - "Chris does NOT suck...idiot. Speaking of other people who do not suck..."

"Nothing" by no one started to not play as Xearo worked his way through the cheering crowd...He jumped the barrier and sprinted up into the Asylum. Waving Credible over...

Crediable charged and caught a spinning back kick in the face. Crediable got to his feet and was met with a jumping front kick followed by another spinning kick from Xearo. Credible stumbled back a bit but tried to return with a punch to the face! Crish connect and keeps punching at Xearo...

The mute lowers his head and one of Chris's punches goes barreling into his Forehead!

...the hardest part on the human head.

JPP - "Ooo...cheater. Mebbe after zis za people will see what an overrated piece of shit Zee-arrow iz, no?"

Malone - "Ugh, Shaddup will ya'?"

Chris grabs his hand but is jabbed in the face before given a chance to scream "Ow". Xearo follows through with several elbow shots forcing Chris to the edge of the Asylum. The mute jumps up - grabbing Chris by his shoulders and planting both feet into his chest - Xearo leans back and sends Credible flying with a Monkey flip like maneuver!

Then the crowd starts booing.

Malone - "What the?"

JPP - "Haha...they agree, no?"

No.

It was Steven Fury...he made his way down the ramp with MJ. He nodded to Xearo as the mute turned around to acknowledge them Steven pulled up a chair and sat with MJ on his lap just staring at Xearo. Xearo frowned and turned around...only to be kicked in the midsection and given a stiff DDT. Chris then started stomping Xearo...Xearo however had other plans as he began to rolling away and eventually got to his feet...but only to be taken down with a charging spear! The back of Xerao fell against the rim of the Asylum with a loud *Conk*

The ref started to count...

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The mute slowly got to his feet...

But was yet again charged at by Chris Credible...

but instead of Chris hitting his spear...Chris caught an uppercut and the follow through point elbow strike..

"The Aphony Crusher"

Chris was sent flying into the opposite direction with Xearo pressing the attack with left and rights and hard roundhouse into Chris's ribs. Chris came back with some punches of his own then, Chris and Xearo were having and all out brawl now, with no real skill involved...just punch after punch...after punch...

This was the perfect moment...

Steven Fury ran up with a steelchair and took Chris Crediable OUT. Chris was soon to get up but the only catch a "Homocidal Tendacies" Powerbomb!! Xearo could believe what he was seeing as Steven Fury jump out of the Asylum...

And the ref started to count...

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10!!

Steven Fury...had just given Xearo the match. The mute couldn't believe this shit. He couldn't argue with the ref so he kicked the site of the Asylum with Steven Fury laughing and MJ Francis giving the Mute..

..The finger.

"Hair of the Dog" hit and Steven exited leaving the crowd a bit puzzled and Xearo's face twisted with anger.

She opens the door and there's Joe sitting at his desk. Wait no.. It's not Joe, it's Dark?

'Hey! Who the hell is this… pretty thing, coming into Dark’s office?'

'I'm looking for Joe? Why are you in his office?'

Dark, still bruised up from his match earlier realizes that he shouldn’t be in Joe's office and stuffs papers back the desk so Nurse won't see them.

'What are YOU doing on Jo… Dark’s office? Why aren't you sitting at home collecting welfare checks? Weren't you fired? Dark seems to recal…'

'I'd find that out if I could talk to Joe. And obviously since you're asking me about it, you have no clue what's going on either.'

Dark seems to like the way Nurse is using herattitude, pulling out a wallet from his bag.

'Dark might have no clue… but what Dark does have, is this!' Dark pulls out a bit of cash and tries to stuff it in Nurse's shirt, unsuccessfully.

'Frisky huh? Well take that and we'll call it bust. Ahaha… Dark mad a joke, wait a minute… what the hell is Dark doing is this office… and who the hell are you?'

SMACK! Nurse slaps him and walks out. Dark just smirks.

'Dark would waste the energy smashing you in the face, but Dark only has clearance to hit Asylum employees, and since you’re fired, Dark’s shit outta luck!'

Nurse simply walks away, as Dark looks vaguely into the sky.

‘Gah… this isn’t the bathroom’ Dark finished, getting up out of Joe’s chair and pulling up his pants.

Fans through popcorn and bags and anything they could grab at the maintenance crew, except for their pop. Noel walked down the ramp, wearing a GrammaTrain shirt, and a bandanna on his head with the middle of it having a big white crucifix, as he got into the ring. His chair was put in place, as he looked out at the crowd.

“Recently, the MTV Video Music Awards in New York occurred. I am happy to say that everyone there, except Mudvayne, Staind and Linkin Park were great. Everyone thanked God for their awards! They thanked God! Your heroes, your idols, from A-Licia Keys to Z-… sorry that joke didn’t work. Your Idols, from Pop Stars like N SYNC to Rock Stars like Limp Bizkit all thanked the almighty for their awards! Why don’t any of you thank God? Your sitting there in your seats to watch Asylum, not because your job paid off, but because God let you be here! If he didn’t, your girlfriends would have broken up with you and you would have been too sad to come! Ugh, well, since I am a giving person, I am going to give you a treat. I am going to call the best Pro Wrestler of all time, Steve Borden! For those who don’t know who that is, it’s Sting! He’s a born again Christian, so it’ll be nice to see what he thinks. I got his number from stealing David Flairs phone book a few years ago, so lets see if he still lives in Venice.”

As fans were booing, they were interested to see what Noel was about to do. He dialled the number, as he waited for an answer. The P.A. System let the phone call go loud and clear, as an answer finally came up. “Uh, hello?” Noel smiled, as he answered. “Hello Mr. Borden, my name is Noel of the Catholic League.” Sting, who didn’t sound too excited, answered. “Hi, sorry I’m kinda busy right now…” Noel interrupted him.

“Nonsense, I am speaking through God, you have time for God, right Steve?” Just from the pause, you could tell Steve was stuck in a corner. “Uh, okay sure go on.” Noel smiled, sitting in his chair. “These days, the rate of Athiest wrestlers have been climbing up. Everyone wants to be dark and brooding and hating God. You, as a born again Christian, should relate to it, having to deal with characters like the Undertaker and Vampiro. What are your thoughts?” Steve seemed to be tired in his answer.

“I never personally worked with Mark Calloway since the late eighties, and Vampiro was just putting an act, but seriously, I have no time for Wrestling questions. I’m done with the business. Bye.” Noel seemed mad. “Look, your talking to a member of the Asylum. I’m trying to change the business to follow in the ways of Jesus, so work with me here Steve!” Steve just grunted. “Bye.” Noel got out of his seat, yelling at the phone. “Look you face painted punk.

The people here want answers, not someone who gave up! You were a leader to the Stingers! I was a stinger! I loved you!” The fans began to laugh, as chants of “FAG-GOT!” began to screetch through the crowd. Somehow, Steve heard it. “Are you at a Wrestling show?” Noel, disgruntled by the chant, replied.

“Actually, Underground Fighting on Television. The Asylum.” Borden began to get angry. “Look you jackass, stop trying to suck down every minute of my life! I’m out of the spotlight, I’m not Sting anymore. I’m Steve Borden. Yes I am a Christian, but that doesn’t mean I’m Jesus. Leave me be for Christ sakes. Goodnight.” Noel got more furious. “You just said God’s name in vain! Apologize dammit!” Steve refused. “No! You apologize for disrupting my life!” Noel yelled back. “Apologize!” Steve answered in a calm manner.

“Fuck off.” The phone hung up, as Noel’s face was beat red, fuming up. “YOU’RE A BORN AGAIN HUH? LETS SEE YOUR SECOND BELLY BUTTON YOU CREEP! YOU LIAR! ARGH!” The fans laughed, as they began a chant of “NOEL SUCKS! NOEL SUCKS!” as Noel seemed disappointed and frustrated. “Screw this, hit my music.” DC Talk’s “Jesus Freak” played, as Noel held his hand on his head, looking ashamed as the maintenance crew quickly reassembled the Asylum.

Carnage(c) Vs M.U.D
(Extreme title)

The attending crowd rose to their feet in an eruption of cheers, they had no idea, whatsoever… that a well known wrestler would be debuting on tonights show, cheering? Perhaps they wouldn’t… had they known the lengths he’d taken to secure the match, MUD made his way down to the Asylum, bringing a chair with him, indifferent to the crowd’s response, he looked on, this was going to be a fight alright… MUD didn’t care much for the crowd response, he knew this time that it didn’t matter how “over” he was… he was going down there to fight for his money, and not a thing in the world was going to stop him.

“Guilty Conscience” by Eminem.

Carnage would sure as hell try.

Carnage hobbled out from behind the curtain, he waved his knife in the air in a fashion the average fan would expect to see in a horror movie, he smiled a mixture of rotten teeth and blood stains, before letting out an insane laugh… and limping in a hurry down to the Asylum, he tumbled in as MUD stepped back, Carnage got to his feet, and lunged straight at MUD with the knife!

MUD sidestepped!

CRACK!

MUD laced Carnage across the spine with a wicked chair shot! Carnage fell to his knees, but was soon rolling around in agony, as MUD delivered a second chair shot, bending the chair across Carnage’s spine, before finally putting him down, jabbing him in his previously wounded side!

Carnage coughed some more blood onto the canvas, as MUD slammed down the chair, and measured a run up.

He ran.

Carnage ducked.

MUD was airborne.

CRACK!

MUD flew through the air, victim of a swift Carnage back body drop, MUD hit the steps on the outside with a hideous thud, bouncing all the way down them before finally hitting the cold arena floor, Carnage at the same time lay sprawled on the canvas, the back body drop to MUD draining his energy, MUD slowly got to his feet, using the guard rail as a temporary crutch.

SMACK!

He soon however, was greeted by the hard crunch of a flying chair hitting him in the face, Carnage simply tossed the chair from inside the Asylum, catching MUD in the face and knocking him back to the ground, Carnage picked up the knife, and stumbled to the outside, showing no remorse in thrusting into MUD’s face!

At least, that was the intention, MUD’s hand sprung up, catching Carnage by the wrist, and bringing the gleaming knife to a halt inches before his face, he used Carnage’s momentum, pulling him body first into the guard rail! He followe up swiftly, putting his feet into Carnage’s ribs, and pushing him spine first into the ring steps!

MUD was quick and decisive, pulling Carnage up, and driving his skull into the announce table! MUD tore apart the table interior, pulling and unplugging one of the monitors, and swinging it by the chord!

CRACK!

The crowd gasped, the chunky monitor swinging around and hitting Carnage in the side of the head with a resounding shatter! Carnage hit the ground like a ton of bricks, as MUD clambered up the Asylum steps, before shocking the crowd, clambering onto the Asylum rim, and hitting Carnage with a picture perfect moonsault to the outside.

Thoroughly descriptive, apart from the parts involving Carnage.

Carnage rolled aside, as MUD hit the concrete hard once again, this time surely damaging his wrists and ribs upon impact, he rolled over, laying motionless against the guard rail, Carnage stumbled up to his feet, pulling MUD up by the hair, and walking him around to the aisle way, taking care of grating his head against the Asylum mesh on the way, throwing in a few random bashes into the mesh, just for effect, he finished MUD off, catching him with a hard kick below the belt!

MUD found himself dragged up the aisle, at then at the top, victim of a quick slamming into the video wall! MUD stumbled back, as Carnage secured a firm grip around his waist!

The rest, was mandatory.

Or was it?

Carnage leapt back, in a suicidal attempt to snap german suplex MUD off the stage! MUD however, locked his fingers into the grating of the rampway, and Carnage took flight, right off the edge of the stage, and landing hard on the concrete 10 feet below with a hard thud!

MUD fell forward, taking a moment to compose himself, as Carnage lay in a broken heap on the floor below, MUD looked to the edge of the stage, but disappointed the crowd by simply clambering down onto a parralel with Carnage, he picked up a nearbye chair, and stunned Carnage with a wicked hit across the head!

MUD drew back the chair again!

CRUNCH!

Carnage sprung up, hitting MUD below the belt hard, as MUD staggered, Carnage got to his feet and snatched the chair from him, blasting him across the head with a wicked shot of his own!

Carnage looked around, and pulled a nearbye folding table from beneath the stage, he propped it up, before laying MUD’s prone body across it! Carnage looked up to the video wall, breathing heavily now, adrenaline was kicking in, and the crowd rose to their feet, they knew what was coming.

Maximum Carnage!

Carnage clambered slowly up the steel structure, reaching a platform like area 10 feet above MUD, he laughed insanely, and took flight!

SMASH!

MUD rolled off the table! MUD rolled, just in the nick of time, allowing Carnage to hit the table and fold up within it in a crumpled mess! MUD now saw his chance, looking also to the video wall, he clambered up, looking to make a climb and leap off, bringing Carnage to the end.

He reached half way.

The top.

He stopped.

Carnage was gone.

MUD just about managed to spot the massive frame of Kodiak Vic Creed, dragging Carnage through the exit to the back, he clambered down, but by the time he reached ground level, KVC and Carnage were well gone.

MUD had lost his chance.

Kenny Rock stepped out, boos.

A.D. stepped out, boos.

The two of them dragged a body bag from the trunk, to only an eerie silence from the attending crowd, carelessly, they tossed the bag into the Asylum, the contents of the bag squirming as they hit the canvas. Kenny picked his sledge hammer from inside the limo, and clambered into the Asylum, sending a sharp hammer shot into the bag, for good measure.

He then unzipped the bag.

And out fell…

Steve Douglas.

The crowd gasped in shock, and the bloodied Douglas fell out onto the canvas, Kenny Rock didn’t smirk, he didn’t frown… he just stared coldly at the downed Douglas, he snatched a microphone from the near bye announcer, and let out what he had to say.

“So Campbell? This is what it comes down to… I don’t play by you’re rules anymore… as you can see, I took my night off for a good reason, this worthless piece of shit you see before you, now I know you’re quite happy that I’m shit kicking a wrestler live on you’re show… but at the same time, I bet you’re pretty pissed that I managed to steal the show yet again, aren’t you?” Kenny finished, breathing heavily, he turned attention to Douglas.

“Well well Douglas… how the mighty have fallen, I find it ironic that four years ago, these roles were reversed… but now, now I call the shots, this is my back yard Douglas… aren’t you going to defend yourself? C’mon… get up! GET UP! DEFEND YOURSELF!” Kenny roared, A.D. finally snapping and setting upon Douglas with relentless kicks and punches.

“Remember this man Steve? Angel Dalton? You promised him the world Steve… and you took it away, just like you took it away from me, well today, today is pay day…” Kenny roared again, A.D. finally finishing with a hard right hand across Douglas’ face.

A.D. lifted a barely conscious Douglas up, as Kenny Rock proceeded to slam his skull once with the Asylum championship, for every of the following sentences!

"September 9, 1997: I fucking spent that day revisiting this building, thinking for hours about how you fucked me over Douglas!

Same day, 1998: I came back here and relived the moment.

1999: Relived the moment

2000: Relived the FUCKING moment!

2001: Here I am, beating the living shit out of you Dougie! Do you think I'm funny now? Do you think this is just a gimmick NOW?!!"

Kenny and AD proceed to leave the beaten fWo star for dead in the center of the Asylum when all of a sudden, the crowd boo'ed. It caused Kenny's right eye to twitch as a sadistic smile was almost instantaneously painted on his lips.

"Cheer for me damnit! I am the fucking Asylum Champion! ALL CHEER FOR ME NOW! I DEMAND YOU..."

The crowd simply continues to boo.

Kenny Rock, agitated, mumbled to himself "Stupid fuckers."

And as Kenny turned around...

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DOUGLAS DRIVER!

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...courtesy of Kenny Rock to Steve Douglas. Douglas twitched violently on the mat as AD and Kenny strutted their way up the steel ramp...

and they hugged, raising one another's hand high in the air, absorbing the boo's like a sponge.

They had done it. The pair did what they set out to do. But the question that lingered upon every individual's mind was the same;

Why?

The show was over, and finally... he could relax, it was quite apparent that Archangel must have forgiven him for his mistake on Thursday, and now... he could put his focus back into bringing Kenny Rock down.

Joe pushed through a fire exit and into the parking lot, his new Lotus sat alone in the car park, as he wandered down a flight of steps, hitting the remote key and unlocking the doors.

He hadn't noticed however, someone watching from the shadows.

It was surprising what a small shadow could hide.

Before he knew it, Archangel wandered out behind him from a shadow that could have been shallow, or as deep as a bottomless pit, he stalked behind Joe, as Joe saw his shadow slowly enveloped by that of someone far bigger.

WHACK!

Before Joe could turn to meet his fate, he was propelled head first into the door of his car, from there, he watched dazed, as Archangel put his head into the open car door, and swung it shut, Joe was now completely unconscious, blood streaming from his head and onto the concrete.

Archangel wasn't finished.

Taking out a razor blade, he carved the letters "AA" deep into the cheek of Joe Campbell, a wound that remain forever.

Archangel would see Joe Campbell's face every time he looked in the mirror, and saw the scars from Thursday night, only now... Joe Campbell would do the very same.

Archangel left, content with his revenge, but Joe, as he'd done before, was already planning revenge, in his mind.

And he knew exactly who could help him.