Only ONE of us walks away.”
”Only One” by Slipknot

JPP – “Welcome to ze shitty Mile High Stadium, in ze shitty Denver, of shitty Colorado!”

Malone – “What’s wrong with you tonight?”

JPP – “Nuthin’, just trying to get ze cheap heat, you ugly gimp.”

Malone – “Ah right, so its to be another night of me ignoring you again then is it? Nothing new there… however, welcome to the Asylum! And welcome to what could well be the most highly anticipated pay per view event since Fight Hell; ManHunt!”

JPP – “ManHunt? As in ze silly game where ze silly people chase each other?”

Malone – “Er… no, I mean well… it could be, I don’t actually know, considering that Mr. Campbell hasn’t been around for the past week or two, I suppose we should be thankful that we have a name for the event, and an event for that matter!”

JPP – “Bah, well… ze “ManHunt” is a silly name for ze PPV, what next? Hopscotch? Ze Tiddleywinks! Tis ridiculous non?”

Malone – “Well not really, it depends I suppose, if there’s some subliminal meaning in the name, it could be good… as long as we don’t have an actual game of Manhunt, I suppose it’ll be good.”

JPP – “Hmm… well…”

Malone – “In fact no, I’ll interject here, before you go on to explain the entire rules of the * game * Manhunt, I shall call the PPV, and save these poor people from your wrath.”

JPP – “Ze people love ze French folk!”

Malone – “Yes, yes they do… moving on, tonight’s card is jam packed, as I understand, we’re going to be opening up with Deic… ahem, Dan the Man, taking on Double Hard!”

JPP – “Oui, zen ze sexy bitches!”

Malone – “What my associate refers to, is the Womens title match; between Nerva, the champion, and Jessica Jenkins… the challenger, now… if you’re wondering about Jessica, as far as I’m aware… she was signed to an official Asylum contract at some point during the week…”

JPP – “Whoo, you will ave’ to introduce ze Jean Paul to er’, ze animal magnetism!”

Malone – “Well, animal something, yes… magnetism, perhaps not, but again… before you take us away to a subject * completely * unrelated to this pay per view, I’ll take over.”

JPP – “Bah, hogging ze airtime as usual.”

Malone – “Oh of course, that’s all I ever do, why this show would be far better off without me, just imagine the superb match commentary.”

JPP – “Whoo, flasher in ze row Z! Take em’ out baby!”

Malone – “My point exactly, anyway… following the womens title brawl, Impetigo will be taking on the man who would have been sitting in my seat right now, were it not for his sudden rush of sexual impulse.”

JPP – “Oui, and we all know that with you; ze’re is no chance of zat!”

Malone – “I think I’m pretty sexual.”

JPP – “Oui, in a homo sort of way.”

Malone – “Hey, you’re the one that’s French, lets not confuse insults, but yes… Impetigo versus Callous, and shortly after, “The ICON” Dark, will be looking to put an end to his nemesis, Token Weed… possibly the most disgusting individual on the roster, but lets not get into that.”

JPP – “Why not Mikey? Do you still owe him for ze last hit?”

Malone – “Hilarious, coming from a man in a beret, I’m impressed… but following that of course, Hypnosis will be taking on Synn, the two finally colliding after what seems to have been months, and lets not forget this ManHunt match!”

JPP – “Oui, ow’ could we forget ze match which we know not’hing about!”

Malone – “Well… we know nothing about it for now, I get the feeling that we’ll find out soon eno…”

“You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.”

Mike Malone was interrupted by a sound bite pulled directly from the film “Fight Club”, and no sooner had it finished, than “Scum of the earth” by Rob Zombie blasted through the speakers.

JPP – “Hmm, I’m confused.”

Malone – “Nothing new there then, but what the hell is this all about?”

Joe Campbell.

Joe stood at the top of the aisle, blasted by a screen of boo’s from the crowd, he made his way down to the Asylum, before clambering into the Asylum, and switching his microphone on, and giving it a few irritating taps, as the crowd quietened down, he clearly had something to say.

“Tyler Durden, was right.” Joe started, followed up by a buzz of confusion of the crowd.

JPP – “Who ze feck is Tyler Durden?”

Malone – “He’s a character in a movie, I believe Joe is referring to “Fight Club”

“Its funny, how something as simple and as insignificant as a movie, can change one’s entire perspective and outlook on life itself.” Joe spoke up once more, rallying yet more confusion in the crowd.

“I sat in my hospital bed last week, partially burned, feeling the effects of a solid attack by five men who’s wages I pay, and I switched the television on, there… I saw “Fight Club”, granted… it wasn’t the first time I’d seen it, but it was however, the first time I’d taken it in.” Joe stopped for a moment to think.

JPP – “What are ze crowd chanting?”

Malone – “I believe its “Boring, Boring, Boring!”
JPP – “Hmm, for once I agree with ze peasants!”

“Ah, there we have it.” Joe began “The trademark domino effect, one person expresses their opinion and the rest follow like sheep.

Or lambs, lambs to the slaughter.

But face it, I could take offence to the comments you all took upon yourselves to make, and I could leave… there would be no pay per view, in fact I could leave forever, then what? There would be no Asylum… what then? What would you spend your hard earned money on? Wrestling… probably, pornography? Definitely, but alas… I’m not offended by what you have to say because quite frankly, I don’t care anymore.” Joe finished, met by more booing and jeering from the crowd.

Malone – “Well eventually, we might get an announcement regarding the ManHunt match!”

JPP – “Oui, and in ze meantime, I shall put ze head on ze announce table, and rest ze eyes.”

Malone _ “You’re going to sleep?”

JPP – “Non… ‘resting ze eyes’”

“Now, I’ll continue.” Joe went on “As I was about to say, there I sat, hospital bed, watching the masterpiece that is “Fight Club”, and slowly coming to realise my position in life, after all… I am but a man, but fortunately… I am a man who can make decisions, I am a man who can control the fate of others, and fortunately… or unfortunately as it will probably prove to be, that… is a fact, now… as I sat in my sick bed, I made a decision, I made a plan… see, Tyler Durden called it “Project Mayhem”, but I would prefer to call my actions “Organised Chaos” for you see, last Sunday, the plan took effect, I phoned up Stephanie Connor, and I gave her the instructions to write something down on a sheet of paper, and I’m sure you’re all aware of what it was.”

Joe stopped for a moment to ponder.

“Then again, we are talking about you people, so I’d better explain.” Joe finished, a heavy amount of boo’s.

Malone – “And through all of that confusing rambling, our president shows that he can still fire a cheap shot in.”

“Organised Chaos, as far as the majority of you are aware, this is the beginning… but for anyone looking deep enough, they’ll realise that my plan has been going on for a while now, in fact, it started last Sunday, I gave someone a task, that task was to fight and defeat three Wrestlers, he completed his task, and for it, he’ll be rewarded.” Joe finished again to another heated response from the crowd.

Malone – “Organised Chaos? Tasks? Rewards? He’s completely lost me now.”

“He’ll get his reward tonight, in fact… he’ll be getting his reward for many weeks to come, because I’ve set this individual a goal, its quite simple, he’s going to rid my company, or every single wrestler, you see… I’ve sat back and watched, as wrestlers have entered my promotion, and turned it into a sham, this is fighting, not wrestling… therefore, Kodiak Vic Creed, Sterling Silver, Steven Fury, Dark… and anyone else that I consider to still have ties with that disgusting sport, you may all consider this final warning, your days are numbered.”

Malone – “Sounds like a threat Jean Paul! Jean Paul? Oh… I forgot, you’re resting your eyes!”

“Ah… and I’m not even close to done yet.” Joe said with a smirk “Because tonight… a very special guest will be attending this event, and afterwards, if all goes to plan, he and I will sit down, and compose a contract, a contract that will see him become a permanently enrolled to the Asylum paylist, as a fighter!

And the strange thing about it, is that… he’s a wrestler” The crowd erupt with uncertain cheers, not exactly sure what to make of Joe’s comments.

“But he’s not you’re average, run of the mill phoney… I look into the eyes of this man, and I see a redeeming quality, it’s the same manifesting emotion that I could see in the eyes of the late Boris Borst, it’s the same manifesting emotion that I can see in the eyes of my accomplice who will also be involved, and it’s the same emotion that I can see in my own eyes, when I look in the mirror.

HATRED.

Hatred… for wrestling.” Joe finishes, generating mixed reactions from the crowd, the purebread fighting fans loving his every word, but those whom enjoy wrestling rebelling.

Malone – “He’s employing another wrestler? That hates wrestling? The plot thickens…”

“I honor the qualities in this man… a man who almost single handedly put an end to one of the biggest wrestling promotions in the world today, a man who still, in my belief… lives and breathes the downfall of that company and a man who I believe, as long as is living a breathing, will contribute to its destruction…

And that man is…

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Nah, you people will have to wait.” Joe finished, deflating the crowd who went from a buzz straight back to booing him intensely.

Malone – “He can’t leave it like that! We need to know who it is!”

“Previous experiences have shown me, that its always best to keep your cards close to your chest, but there is however… one cat that I can let out of the bag, and it concerns, the ManHunt!” Joe continues, the crowd finally responding positively to his words.

Malone – “Finally! Some legitimate answers!”

“That’s right…” Joe began “What is the ManHunt? Blah Blah Blah! Who’s in the ManHunt? Blah Blah Blah, will there be blackjack and hookers? Blah… blah… BLAH!

I’ll be straight with you yanks, you annoy me, you’re questions annoy me… and I can see exactly why Boris Borst despised you all so, you are just… tossers, tossers with questions, questions that never end, and the only reason I intend to reveal the purpose of the ManHunt, is to shut you people up.” Joe finished, the crowd once again scathing him with wicked taunts and abuse.

Malone – “A personal jab at the US of A there, might not be wise.”

“What is the ManHunt? The ManHunt; is Chaos.

Who is the ManHunt? The ManHunt; Is everyone.

ManHunt Defined; Friends fighting friends, enemies helping enemies, the ManHunt is everything and nothing, and is a fine example of power, and how it corrupts.
Now, I understand that retards outnumber people with intelligence vastly here in Denver, so for all of your benefits, I shall “dumb it down” Joe said with a smile, the crowd now hurling items of food, drink and footwear in out direction.

Malone – “Wow, a jab at the USA and now a jab at Denver, Joe holding nothing back here.”

“So here we have it, the ManHunt” Joe said in a mocking, monotone voice.

“Every member of the Asylum roster, battling it out in a very special and unique match, a match where there can be no losers, only… those who win the most.”

Malone – “Hmm… well, that makes about as much sense as… Jean Paul, do you have anything to say?”

JPP – “…”

Malone – “Darn, no example, but still, I don’t see what Joe means.”

“The rules?” Joe went on “Its quite simple, as per usual, there are no rules, force someone into submission, you get… one point.

Knock somebody unconscious, or force them down for the count of ten, you get… three points.

And at the end of the fight, they’ll be added up, and a winner will be announced.” Joe finished, the crowd hitting him with a few more boo’s.

Malone – “Well, nothing much special there, other than a simple points per wins system.”

“Oh, I’m sorry… I wasn’t aware that I’d finished, but I’ll go on anyway.

You see, one point per submission, three per knock out, it’s a little simple, a little bland… too black and white, and far too repetitive, where’s the chaos? Where’s the carnage? Where are the friends fighting friends and the enemies banding together for the common goal?” Joe paused “Exactly… just isn’t going to happen, but when you take into account… the “Fuckhead” factor… it begins to make sense.”

Malone – “The fuckhead factor!?”

JPP – “Ze fuckhead factor!?”

Malone – “Oh, you’re awake.”

JPP – “Always was Mikey, just resting ze eyes non?”

“And I suppose that you people, with your silly questions, will want to know what the “Fuckhead Factor” is, so therefore” Joe stops to return to the patronising monotone voice “I will tell you, the Fuckhead… is a nice, designated role… that each of the fighters will have to take up for two minutes of the hour long ManHunt match, but what makes the Fuckhead so special?” Joe stops.

“His ass!” Joe finishes, leaving a confused crowd.

Malone – “His ass!?”

JPP – “Hmm… maybe ze Joe is a batty boy!”

“But more specifically, his ass; because of how much it’s worth… if you can beat the “Fuckhead” by knockout of submission, during his two minute reign… you bag five points, no questions asked.” Joe stops, once again receiving a moderately better response from the crowd.

Malone – “You do understand what this means Jean Paul? Being the… well, the fuckhead… basically puts a huge bull’s-eye on your back for the entire two minutes that you take up the role!”

JPP – “Nah, still don’t understand, still… ze womens match will be soon, mmmmmmmm”

“Basically” Joe started “The Fuckhead is going to be spending two minutes in my shoes; with the rest of the Asylum roster wanting to beat the fuck out of them, so if you’re watching backstage… enjoy you’re all going to get a turn, I suppose for once, the person who’s going to win this match will deserve it, not that I’m shooting any glares in the general direction of Kenny Rock’s title run, that would be wrong.” Joe finishes with a smile, once again getting a better reaction from the crowd as “Scum of the earth” by Rob Zombie plays once more, as Joe calmly clambers from the Asylum, and leaves.

Malone – “Well, a revelation, tantalising stipulations announced for the ManHunt match here, this is gonna be BIG!”

JPP – “Oui, but not as big as ze juggies, Nerva and Jessica Jenkins; soon!”

"What do you want freak?"

"Freak? My aren’t we a little testy. A little scared about what ArchAngel is gonna do to Tyler, are ya? You know he won’t get away this week with not having the match. I heard Joe’s back… so looks like Tyler’s in trouble bitch."

Faith knocks Nurse’s drink out of her hands.

"Is that what you think Faith? That Tyler got lucky last week because he didn’t end up fighting ArchAngel? Well at least Tyler fought. He even beat the Asylum Champion… Where was ArchAngel? I didn’t see him out there."

Faith doesn’t look to happy with that remark, and as a result shoves Nurse back into the table of drinks and food. Just then Tyler walks out of the locker room.
"Well if isn’t the prison fag…"

CRACK.

Tyler just punched Faith in the face. She’s down and doesn’t look like she’ll be getting back up.

"Tyler… you can’t just punch her!" says Nurse frantically…

"Why not?"

Nurse looks at him with fear, like she’s scared of something…

"Come on… let’s leave before ArchAngel finds out what just happened to her…"

With that Nurse drags Tyler off down the corridor, while the camera reveals that Faith has begun to move. As Faith rubbed her face, and Nurse and Tyler got farther away, you could tell she was scheming about something.

Callous Vs Impetigo

Malone – No doubt. Bad blood has been brewing between Callous and Impetigo for the past couple of months. With Callous recently injuring Impetigo’s partner Super Hero, things have just gotten worse.

JPP – And Hanna, zat femme got her ass dumped by Mama-boy.

Malone – ‘Yo Mama’ Callous and Impetigo are next.

Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down blasts through the arena’s PA system. Impetigo is greeted by the fans with a deafening ovation. While Imp makes his way down to the ring, a few thunderous pyros go off. The detonations shake the entire building sending fans into a state of awe.

JPP – Oooh, those pyros are for me?

Malone – No you idiot, they’re part of Impetigo’s entrance.

JPP – I know they’re for me. Malone, I love you man.

Malone – Get off me you French ba…

Impetigo stands in the ring, gameface on. Patiently, he awaits the arrival of his greatest adversary to date. Know Your Enemy is suddenly heard playing throughout the arena. ‘Yo Mama’ Callous comes out to a chorus of loud jeers. As he makes his way to the ring, security guards next to the rail had to restrain fans from getting too close for their own safety.

Malone – Security is making sure nothing unusual happens here.

Once Callous is in the ring, the bell sounds and the two men stand facing each other in the middle of the canvas. The crowd is in high support of Impetigo. As the cameras zoom in on the two fighters, they can be seen exchanging a few ‘kind’ words between themselves.

JPP – Are zey going to fight or are zey going to smoochie smoochie?

Malone – You’d like to see that don’t you?

As a repeat of the aftershow, after exchanging a few words, Callous spits at Impetigo. Not appreciating the gesture, Impetigo replies with a backhand slap which sends Callous back a few steps.

JPP – Beautifully executed manwhore-slap.

The crowd cheers Impetigo. An infuriated Callous wastes no time. He throws a right but misses Impetigo. He throws a left and hits nothing but air. Impetigo grabs Callous neck from behind and executes a standing neckbreaker. Both men drop to the floor. Impetigo follows up the move with a reverse chinlock on Callous. Callous uses his leverage and lifts Impetigo up. Impetigo doesn’t let go of the hold. Callous tries to lift him up again, but Impetigo just wouldn’t let go. Callous resorts to brute force and rams Impetigo into the side of the ring. A fallen Impetigo attempts to get up but is met to the face with Callous’ knee.

Malone – Oh, this could very well be the end of the fight.

JPP – (womanly scream) Bloooooooooooood!

Impetigo gets up instantly but realizes that his nose is bleeding. Callous takes advantage of the situation and knocks him down to his knees with a thunderous lariat against the edge of the ring. Callous relentlessly knees Impetigo in the face like a 285 lbs muay thai boxer. Every blow is followed a sickening thud.

Malone – Callous using those big powerful knees to good use. I can’t believe this, Impetigo doesn’t look good in the early going.

After punishing Impetigo’s face with those knees, Callous let’s go of his head and he falls face first onto the canvas. A pool of blood slowly appears beneath Imp’s restructured face.

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Impetigo gets up. Callous is amused.

JPP – Why is ze pervert grinning?

Malone – When was the last time he wasn’t grinning?

JPP – Good point.

A dazed Impetigo fires a few missed shots at Callous. ‘Yo Mama’ grabs Impetigo’s arm, pulls him toward him and nails him with a clothesline that sends him spinning 360 degrees backwards before falling on his back.

Malone – A move out of the late Boris Borst.

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At two, Impetigo gets up. Callous rushes toward him with a spear tackle, but Imp moves out of the way just in time for Callous to ram himself head first into the grills. Impetigo seized the moment while Callous is still down and dropkicks his face even further into the grills. A bloody Impetigo manages to drag Callous all the way back to the middle of the ring to apply a headscissor on him. Callous screams out in pain.

Callous’ forehead had been opened up by the grills. He tried to get out of the hold by hitting Impetigo’s leg with his arm, but in that position, a man doesn’t have much leverage. Callous got on his knees while still in the headscissor and manages to stay in that position without breaking his neck. While screaming in pain, Callous manages to slowly stand on his feet with Impetigo’s legs wrapped around his neck. Using his strength, he pulls Impetigo up to his chest by supporting his back with his arms. Impetigo ends up in a pre-powerbomb position. With a lost of leverage, the headscissor is loosened. At 6 feet above the ground, Callous drops Impetigo on his head.

THUD!

JPP – He’s out.

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Malone – Not yet.

Callous appears to be infuriated by Impetigo’s unwillingness to stay down. A battered and bloody Impetigo then taunts ‘Yo Mama’. Callous obliges by putting Impetigo in a front headlock position. Callous starts pounding his guts using bone shattering knees to the ribs and elbows to the lower back. Every hit results in a cry of pain. Every cry just makes Callous want to hit him harder.

JPP – This is sick. Somebody throw in the towel.

Malone – There are no towels you idiot.

In desperation, Impetigo drops to his knees and uppercuts ‘Yo Mama’s balls. A loud moan is heard echoing throughout the arena. As Callous crouches down, Impetigo grabs his head from behind and delivers a reverse DDT which sends Callous’ head crashing onto the canvas. With the same move, both men fall to the ground.

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Impetigo gets up favoring his ribs. Blood is coming out of his nose and mouth because of internal bleeding.

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Callous appears dazed and confused as he gets up. Instantly he is met to the face with stiff frontal kick. Impetigo follows that up with a Boston crab.

JPP – Boston Crab!

Malone – Is he going to give up?

Callous appears to be in severe pain. As blood gushes down his forehead covering his face, ‘Yo Mama’ attempts to keep himself awake by tapping himself on the head. Impetigo is sitting on Callous using all his weight to pull the legs as far backwards as possible. Suddenly, Callous grabs Impetigo’s left ankle and pulls it using his strong upper body. The motion causes Impetigo to falls forward to the ground crushing Callous’ left leg. Callous screams in pain.

Malone – Callous could have a broken ankle.

Callous follows up the counter by grabbing Impetigo’s legs to apply a Texas Cloverleaf. Impetigo is now screaming in agony. Callous’ leverage is reduced due to the crushed left leg. He manages to keep the hold by standing on his right ankle. Impetigo slowly crawls towards the grills in an attempt to use leverage to regain vertical base. As he anchors his fingers into the grills, he slowly uses them to pull himself up.

JPP – Look at Impetigo, he’s trying to get up grabbing ze grills.

Once he is halfway up to the top of the grills, Impetigo uses his newly gained leverage to fire a snap kick at the back of Callous’ head while not facing him. The impact sends Callous down for the count.

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JPP – Callous is up!

Malone – The ten count allowed Impetigo to rest a bit. Both men are in banged up. Callous has blood smeared all over his face due to the opened forehead, and Impetigo is favoring his ribs, hinting to internal damage. Both men have lost the use of one leg in this match. This will surely reduce their leverage.

JPP – I say get the ambulance ready.

Callous and Impetigo were both tired and beaten. The only thing keeping them going is adrenaline. Callous and Impetigo exchange punches in the middle of the ring. Each one having little or no effect. The battle rages on. The fans are on their feet cheering Impetigo on.

Malone – Listen to this capacity crowd. It’s deafening.

JPP – What did you say?

Malone – I said… Nevermind.

Callous and Impetigo end up brawling on the floor like two school kids in the yard. They roll around exchanging elbows to the head. Callous rolls on top of Imp and fires a few elbows to the face. Impetigo then rolls on top of Callous and does the same. Neither of the two men can take the full advantage. Callous manages to block both of Impetigo’s arms.

JPP – Callous is lying with Impetigo on top.

Malone – But he’s managed to block Impetigo’s arms.

“What you’re gonna do now?” Callous appears to taunt Impetigo while he’s lying on the floor.

Malone – Callous managed to intercept the punches.

JPP – Now both of Impetigo’s arms are immobilized by Callous.

Malone – There isn’t a whole lot he can do now.

Impetigo knows he can’t use his hands. In that position, there is only one more thing he can do.

Malone – Oh my god, Impetigo is headbutting Callous.

JPP – But it appears as if both are equally hurt by the move.

THUD.

Impetigo hits Callous with yet another headbutt. As both heads connect, the sickening sound of skulls connecting echoes through the arena.

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With that final headbutt, both men laid down on the canvas. A new pool of blood emerges from both men’s foreheads. The crowd begins a new count.

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JPP – Zis is truly something people will never forget.

Callous appears to be stirring. As he slowly gets up, the crowd starts jeering him. He attempts to stand on his right ankle. He’s all dazed and beaten due to the headbutts. Miraculously, he manages to get up. Although he doesn’t seem too good.

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Malone – Can someone please come down to check on these two guys.

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Callous wanders around the ring fighting to stay conscious.

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JPP – Callous is DOWN! Callous is DOWN again!

Malone – He tried to shake off the effects of those headbutts. Quite frankly, they were too much for any man to take.

JPP – Oh, look! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!!!

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At the last possible moment, Impetigo manages to get up on his one good foot. He too appears dazed and half dead. The crowd erupts in cheers.

Malone – I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Am I dreaming or what?

10

The crowd erupts after the last count. As soon as the match ends, Impetigo falls back on the canvas.

JPP – Zis is unbelievable!

Malone – Listen to this crowd!

Paramedics rush in with stretchers to transport the two fighters backstage. As they leave, the crowd is chanting Impetigo’s name.

ArchAngel was rummaging through his locker.

"Yeah and this is the perfect chance I’ve been waiting for… Now not only will Joe make Tyler fight you tonight, but he’ll throw me and that little bitch Nurse in there as well…"

Faith said full of energy…

"You do realize Tyler would break your arm without a moment of hesitation don’t you? he’d just as soon put you in that Snap, as he would me… He’s just like us Faith. Yet you still want in the cage with him?"
Faith stared at Archangel with a blank face, and then begin to smirk…

"Yes."

With that the screen went to black…

As Sean tightens it more Joe begins to yell as MJ smiles, Motions to Candy for something and says. "Are you a gambling man Joe? Can you afford to gamble here? Are you sure that I wont let them kill you or Maim you like you allowed Steven to be Maimed?" MJ stands, walks towards Joe as some blood is seen starting to trickle out and says. "All you have to do Joe, is sign these Contracts and you will be let down and the pain relieved before it goes to far. Either sign or I will leave you to them." Joe cries out, "NEVER!" MJ, turns towards the door and begins to walk away. A look of fear crosses Joes face as MJ opens the door and begins to walk out. "Make sure he suffers severe pain before you’re finished guys." she says as she shuts the door. Candy pulls out a knife and slowly runs the side of the blade down the side of Joes face, over his chest and finally stopping at his crotch. As Joes eyes get big Sean begins to place a device known as the Thumbscrew on Joes hands. Joe screams. "MJ, COME BACK, I’LL SIGN THE CONTRACTS! I’LL SIGN THEM!!"

MJ walks in slowly with a devious grin on her face. She walks over to where Joe is and holds the clipboard with the contracts on it while Joe signs them. "Now was that so hard to do Joe?" MJ says as she tears off Joe's copies of the contracts and hands them to him. "Get him down Sean and go get ready, you two have a match coming up in a little while." MJ exclaims. "They have no match tonight." says Joe. Sean helps Joe over to a chair once he has him free of the torture device. MJ laughs as she says. "Might want to read the fine print on those contracts Joe. It states that Candy Kane and Sean Fury will be a part of Manhunt tonight. Good-bye now Joe, we’re done here, it was a pleasure doing business with you." MJ laughs as she leads Sean and Candy out of the room. "Take care of yourself Joe, I really would hate to see any harm come to you." Joe slowly stands as MJ, Sean and Candy head out the door laughing and the scene fades.

He just couldn't believe it..

*SMASH!*

"Yo Mama" violently struck the mirror, shards of glass falling to the ground. A broken mirror was before him, as Callous stared into it deeply. It seemed like there was no hope left. "I hate him." Callous sputtered out as he snatched up his trusty baseball bat, the same bat that knocked in Super Hero's head. Callous then barged through his locker room door and into the halls, searching for Impetigo, looking psychotic as ever.

And to the fans surprise he had actually found him. Impetigo was being attended on by medics, this would be the perfect opportunity for Callous to strike. With Impetigo's back turned he slowly crept up upon him, and pulled the baseball bat back. But, one of the attendants saw this coming and tried to restrain Callous from striking, but only got a face full of aluminum! Impetigo twirled around, unleashing a kick square into Callous' gut, making him drop the bat. Callous then lunged at Impetigo, throwing rights and lefts.

Both men fell to the floor in the scuffle, continuing to throw punches, and knocking over all the medical equipment. Callous got the advantage finally, getting on top of Impetigo, pinning his arms down with his knees and rocketed out a right hand. A sick smile developed over the face of Callous.

" How's it feel Imp'?" Callous unleashed another right hand, Impetigo's head jolting to the floor with impact.

" You don't like the feeling of helplessness? That's what I thought. " Callous hit him again, a streak of blood once again came dripping from Impetigo's nose. " I promised I was going to kill you Imp'. I promised." Impetigo continued to struggle to get free, but he didn't have a chance. Callous then wrapped his hands around Impetigo's neck, and began to try to squeeze the life out of him.

" Fuck you." Impetigo gargled out as Callous continued to choke him. "You like that feeling Irwin? Can't breath.. can you? I wonder how Super Hero is feeling right about now.he can't even fucking blink his eyes. I did that too your best friend. let me remind you." Another sick smile developed over Callous' face as he continued to choke the helpless man. You could see the hatred in the eyes of Impetigo.

"Oh. and I wonder how Wonder Hanna is feeling right about now.? She must feel like a dirty, dirty. whore. I wonder how you're going to feel after you're fucking dead!!?" Callous began to bang Impetigo's head against the cold, hard floor. What a monster. Impetigo's face was paler than ever, his eyes were bloodshot, and spit was forming around his dry lips.

" You thought you had won Impetigo? You were wrong. I always win, fucker." Impetigo's eyes rolled to the back of his head, and was struggling for air. This seemed like the end.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

Callous' grip loosened off of Impetigo's neck, as he fell off him onto the ground into a heap. Above Impetigo stood Wonder Hanna with the bloodied baseball bat in hand, and a smile over her beautiful face! Hanna was the one who swung the baseball bat, and saved the life of Impetigo. Hanna then threw the bat to the side and got down on her knees next to Impetigo, who was now gasping for air. Impetigo looked into the eyes of Hanna and the only words that came out of his mouth were, "Thanks." The two smiled, as Callous laid next to them knocked unconscious and in a pool of his own blood.

" Let's get out of here." Impetigo said, as Hanna helped him to his feet and the two walked away down the hall. together.

Faith in Justice.

"I want you to take care of business tonight," Kenny clasped his palms together, looking intently into the eyes of his new business partner LLB with a stare colder than ice. "Take no prisoners. Cripple the fuckers’ if need be. Just do what I told you to do, and we can’t fail. I did my part, you do yours now."

"Sustained. Case closed. You hired the right man, I won’t, and can’t let you down." LLB said extending his hand out to Kenny, staring at the taller Asylum Champion in the eye, showing no signs of hesitation.

Kenny smiled. "Excellent. I have faith in you, LLB."

"I have faith in me too. I don’t lose."

The two shook hands and smiled, indicating the start of a long night.

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

“Won't Lie Down” (Kombat Mix) by Face to Face plays as the TV Champion walks out, staring out at the sea of humanity, who months ago would have either not have cared, or would have been hurling abuse at him, were all now on their feet chanting his name. Some of this support came from pure hatred of Synn, but the majority had grown to love the man that was their representative.

Hypnosis walked down to the cell, but stopped just before it. He grabbed the mic. from the ring announcer and stared directly at Synn. The two men had history, and the fire had been relit in recent weeks.

“Synn, no ones seen much of me for the past two weeks, and that’s for one reason. I’ve been trying to think up the best way I can punish you. Most would say a fight with me is punishment enough, but then I started thinking what would really piss you off, what would cause you the most harm.”

Synn just stood there with a slight smirk on his face, his eyes burning with a suppressed rage, as he remained locked in a stare down with Hypnosis.

“So I thought, maybe an enclosed cell match. Maybe a table match. Maybe a fucking flaming table scaffold blindfolded weapons match, with the winner then having 5 minutes to beat the loser… but then I though fuck it and knew the best way to piss you off.”

Synn’s smirk changed to a more quizzical look, after Hypnosis turned down the most violent match his mind could dream up.

“You aint getting a TV title match.”

Although Synn’s exterior remained the same, the slight quiver made it evident to Hypnosis he had hit a nerve.

“Since you were never the official number one contender, fuck you, you aint getting shit for free, especially from me. So unless you’ve got someone else to fight, I suggest you just go home.”

Hypnosis smiled at Synn, but the smile was soon gone as a sick grin formed on Synn’s face. Hypnosis turned in time to see the same crazed fan in a hockey mask running towards him. Hypnosis ducked under a clothesline, and floored the fan with the title belt, but to Hypnosis’ surprise the guy got straight back up to his feet. Hypnosis took a few paces back, before the fan turned towards Synn. He jumped over the cell wall and drew his hand back, while Synn kept the same sick grin on his face. The fan grabbed his head and slouched before turning, and running into the crowd, escaping.

Hypnosis stared back at Synn wondering just what hell was going on…

Nerva(c) Vs Jessica Jenkins
(Womens title.)

Archangel & Faith Vs Inmate &Nurse

Nah, we shall save that little spectacle for later on, for now… I think the two of you, and you’re BITCHES fighting out here would be much more amusing… so come on! Lets go!"

It’s true you know… Joe Campbell hated the fans. He hated them for loving Borst; hated them for cheering just two weeks ago when he was inside this very Asylum cage, his flesh searing from the heat of the flames lit by Kenny Rock; hated them because of every problem he had in his life.

"You know… there’s not to many people I hate… I mean other than you bastards in this crowd. But there are a few! Tyler Burton!"

This made the crowd cheer for the first time since before Joe’s entrance. Joe hated them for it.
"Why are you people cheering? Didn’t you see Tyler punch Faith in the face earlier tonight?!?"

The fans cheered. Joe hated them for it!

"Oh so you like violence against women do you? That makes sense, you people want to see the blood, you’re getting it. She gets her match, the one that in truth YOU want, the one where she wants herself and ArchAngel against Nurse and the Inmate."

The crowd seemed to be OK with this Idea.

"So here we have it, best of luck Nurse, Faith… you’ll need it."

Just then "I Disappear" starts and the fans go wild…
There’s Tyler. Handcuffed fists raised in the air at the top of the ramp! The fans love him and he can’t wait for them to cheer in a few moments when his cuffs are finally removed. The moment Tyler wait for all week.

Tyler gets to the cage door as his music is still blaring and after raising his cuffed fists once more, the guard unlocks the cuffs and Tyler enters the ring.
"Tyler, you touch me and your prison life be hell like you couldn’t imagine!"

We’re not sure if that was an idle threat, because Joe had a fear of the Inmate, or whether the threat was true and Joe was stupidly full of confidence. Either way Tyler grabbed the mic.

"Threaten me again Joe…"

Tyler tossed the mic back… just waiting for Campbell. Joe F’N Campbell to react. He wanted so badly for Joe to react again with that same air of confidence he just had. Like the way you really wanted to fuck that hot girl who you saw looking at you the other day at the mall, but you waited to see first. Thinking maybe she’ll stare back, then, if she does stare back, you know you’ll get what you’ve wanted. You know you’ll get to fulfill you’re primal urge and ravage the hell out of her.

That’s what Tyler wanted. Except Tyler didn’t want a hot girl looking his way, he wanted Joe to provoke him. And Tyler didn’t want to fulfill his primal urge…

he wanted to beat Joe Campbell’s head in!

"Look Tyler. Back off! You won’t be touching me! Got that!"

Tyler loved it. Just what he had been waiting for! Joe’s time had come.

"AHHH! One nothing with me! Two, nothing wrong with me…"

ArchAngel. Joe’s death was just prolonged by one of his worst enemies. ArchAngel.

As Archangel jumped the Asylum cage, you could tell last weeks break(no pun intended) had given him knee some time to heel, as ArchAngel was able to steady himself without even a hint of attention being drawn to the injury. Tyler noticed of course.

ArchAngel’s glare never left Inmate for a second. Inmate’s glare never left Joe. Joe had a hard time figuring out who to worry about.

As no-one will moving. ArchAngel and Tyler from anger, Joe possibly from fear, the obvious happened. Joe leapt out of the Asylum!

As inmate went for Joe, ArchAngel attacked. Taking Tyler down with a spear from behind. Tyler was driven chest first into the mesh. Before he could turn to face ArchAngel, Angel caught him with a vicious back elbow, and even quicker still ArchAngel caught Tyler and delivered a German release suplex.

The crowd were booing. Not from the fight, but because Joe was in the aisle edging them on!

ArchAngel picked Tyler up and picked him off his feet to deliver a stiff back breaker. And another. And another. Then just dropped Tyler and stomped on his stomach.

ArchAngel looked to seemingly Joe. Not so though, as we saw Faith coming down the ramp with a chair in hand. ArchAngel kicked at Tyler again who was know to one knee, but Tyler was able to divert the kick and uppercut ArchAngel with a huge right fist.

Faith was already in the ring, and ass Tyler mounted ArchAngel and started punching at the monsters face, Faith drew back and caught Inmate with the chair. Denting the seat, and sending Tyler down in pain.
He laughed, well I guess you’d call it screeching, either way, she had loved hitting Tyler with the chair. It didn’t last long though as Nurse was now behind her, having come down the aisle, passing by a grinning Joe, unnoticed.

As Faith turned, Nurse sprayed her eyes with something. Mace maybe. Not doubt because it had sent a sensation of a thousand needles into Faith deranged looking eyes! ArchAngel was now to his feet as Faith writhed in pain on the mat. Nurse seemed a little frightened by ArchAngel, who now had her hair tightly grasped in his hand. That is until Nurse sprayed him as well with the mace. Some seems to have been blocked by his hair though as he didn’t seem as effected as Faith did. He just staggered back, right into the Inmate.

WHAM!

ArchAngel was raised and taken down so quickly, that many of the fans didn’t even catch the capture release suplex. Of course the suplex ended with ArchAngel’s head bouncing off the mat.

Tyler gets to his feet just waiting to inflict more damage to the fallen ArchAngel, but out of the corner of his eye notices that the now partially blind, Faith, has Nurse on the mat and is smashing her head into the mat. Tyler reaches over and grabs Faith who attempts a knee to his abdomen, but Tyler blocks it and simply punches her in the face. For the second time tonight… and it seems Tyler is enjoying it.
Unfortunately though, Tyler realizes that Nurse isn’t exactly in her place her in the Asylum and picks her up heading backstage, leaving behind ArchAngel… standing above Faith. Simply glaring at Tyler…

Token Weed Vs Dark

Token was laying on the ground, right after a third Dark chair shot, this time to the head. Dark carried the chair over to the Asylum door, setting it up, he took a step back, running and jumping onto the chair and then back over the Asylum wall. Dark quickly grabbed the ladder and set it up in the middle of the Asylum. He began to climb up the 20 foot tower. Token was slowly coming to on the outside.

Dark was now a 4th of the way up the ladder, climbing as quickly as he could. Token was now slowly getting to his feet on the outside.

Dark was climbing like hell as he reached the halfway point up the ladder, and Token was stumbling on the outside, trying to regain some composure.

Dark was now 3/4th of the way up the ladder, as he looked down at Token, who was now standing on the chair, and bairly making it over to fall on the Asylum mat.

Dark kept climbing...

Token slowly brought himself to his feet, as he looked up at Dark, who was a meer two feet away from the top of the ladder, and the needles. Token stumbled over to the ladder, giving it a push. Dark's face turned to a look of horror as the ladder slowly tumbled over, as he leapt off of it, kicking and flailing the entire way down, as his stomach connected with the guard rail. Token smiled as he set the ladder up at the edge of the cage wall, putting one side over it.

Dark was coughing up blood, hanging over the guard rail, he could hear the fans chearing, chearing for soemthing.... Token was climbing up the ladder, as Dark turned around, and looked at Token, and leaned back over the gaurd rail to cough up some more blood.
Token's back and hands were pouring blood all over the ladder, but Token managed to reach a point where he could reach around to the other side of the ladder, so he did just that, switching sides. Token looked down at Dark, who slowly turned his head around... Token leapt off the ladder, flying through the air, his foot out stretched drilling Dark right in the head with a kick from the top of the ladder.... Dark flipped over the gaurd rail and layed there silently as Token now lied on the floor before the gaurd rail.

Both men layed in there own spots of the arena, laying in their own blood. Token was first to his feet, as Dark wasn't far behind. Token was using the ladder for balance as Dark came running from the other side of the gaurd rail. Token watched as Dark came running, a smile forming across his face. As Dark lept to get over the railing, Token slid down below him, tripping him into the cage wall... face first into barbwire.
Token looked over at Dark, who was trying to find the least painful way to pry himself out of the barbwire... Token had a way in mind, as he grabbed Dark by the hair and gave a quick tug, ripping Dark's flesh. Dark fell to the ground screaming in pain, as Token stood there, blood pouring from his hands, his arms a crimson red, but his face bore a smile...
Dark looked up at Token, and Token smiled back at Dark. Dark slowly made his way to his feet....

SMACK

Token leapt into the air, and drilled Dark with a pump kick, knocking Dark backwards into the barbed wire. Dark hung by the barbwire, not moving... Token reached over the gaurd rail, grabbing a chair, he swung.

SMACK

He swung again

SMACK

Token smiled as Dark's face became bloodier...

SMACK

Token began laughing as he set the chair down and used it to get in the ring, not before he stepped on Dark's shoulders. Token grabbed the ladder, and set it up in the middle of the Asylum cage. He began to climb up, to the top.

1/4th of the way up, Dark still outside the ring, hanging by his own flesh against the barbwire.
Half way up the ladder, Dark, still wrapped in barbwire.

3/4th's of the way up the ladder, Dark began to come to, ripping his head out of the barbwire, and looking at Token scaling the ladder.

Token was almost to the top as Dark finaly ripped himself off the barbwire, but it was short lived as Dark fell face first to the concrete, unconcious. Token reached up and unhooked the needles carrying them back down, still smiling as he came down.
"Snowblind" hit as Token walked to the back, with Dark out of it laying on the outside of the Asylum cage as EMT's tended to him.

ManHunt Match

JPP – “Oui, but what about ze Dark and ze Token Weed?”

Malone – “Well, they just finished their gruelling match, but I would assume that they’re still going to be involved in this ManHunt match!”

JPP – “But ze Dark is unconscious on ze arena floor!”

Malone – “I know, and Token Weed looks in a bad way in the Asylum here, we’ve still got barbed wire all over the place!”

JPP – “Oui, all of zis… and we ave’ yet to consider ze current states of health between Archangel and Inmate!”

Malone – “Well I’m sure Joe wants them to compete, but after that insane street fight, I doubt either will be able to stand up and make it to this one, they destroyed each other!”

JPP – “In fact, ze amount of tired and injures fighters in zis match is piling up, Nerva and ze lovely Jessica Jenkins will be tired, and my old friend, ze Callous… looks like e’ may never step into ze Asylum again, tis a shame… a great shame! * fake sob *”

Malone – “Please, that man could be paralysed, its not a matter to joke about, but regardless, Jean Paul is right, one has to fancy the chances of the fighters who haven’t been in competition tonight over those who have, I mean… Dark is unconscious on the arena floor here, Token Weed looking in extremely beaten up condition, and we’re going to have people like A.D. and Sterling Silver coming down here in tip top shape, you have to question the fariness of this type of match, it has to be said.”

Jean Paul prepared to speak, but before he could… the arena completely blew the roof off, a huge eruption of cheers and jeers flew through the crowd at an unheard of intensity.

Malone – “What’s going on here… the crowd going absolutely wild about something!”

JPP – “Oui, if only we could see what, or who it is!”

The crowd continue to make a massive commotion, as suddenly, a figure emerges from within, pushing and heaving his way through the crowd, he clambers over the guard rail, about hallway up the aisle and onto it, before making his way slowly into the center of the aisle, and raising his head, for the crowd, the camera’s… and the commentator to see.

Malone – “That’s! Its! It can’t be… IT CAN’T BE!”

JPP – “Its some bald guy!”

JPP, although his description was accurate, couldn’t have been any further away from the scale on volume of the man standing on the aisle.

AUSTIN DAVIS.

Malone – “That’s not just a bald guy you idiot! That’s Austin Davis! Austin Davis on Asylum television!”

JPP – “Oh… ok, Austin who?”

Malone – “Davis you fool! Davis!”

Austin Davis stands tall on the aisle, slowly surveying his surroundings, before beginning a march down to the Asylum.

Malone – “It all makes sense now! Everything that Joe said is coming together! Talking about a man who hated wrestling as much as he did… talking about a man who almost single handedly destroyed one of the biggest wrestling promotions in the world today, I can’t believe I didn’t see this before, but it all makes sense now; Austin Davis in the Asylum!”

Davis reaches the Asylum, and slowly circles it, seemingly checking things out.

Malone – “Well, I’m going to try not to jump to conclusions, but everything Joe has said thus far tonight has been true and accurate, and if that is so… he talked of signing this man to a contract! But he’s here now, could he be competing in the ManHunt match here?”

Davis looks up at the bloodied Token Weed in the Asylum, before looking to the crowd, and giving a few more fans a prompt shove, he clambers over the guard rail once again, and sits on a chair in front row!

Malone – “Apparently not… Austin Davis here as a spectator it would seem, albeit in a spectacular fashion, but then… maybe he’s just catching a glimpse at his near future?”

JPP – “Perhaps, or maybe he came to se ze ladies like everyone else!”

Malone – “Please, not everyone came here with that in mind.”

JPP – “Of course not, we all know zat you, ze virgin… came to watch ze men!”

Malone – “Hilarious, but none the less ladies and gentlemen, Austin Davis is here, love on pay per view, sitting in front row… and now I hear “Between Angels and Insects” playing! That can only mean one thing!”

“Between Angels and Insects” by Papa Roach blasts through the arena, and the crowd blow the roof off once again, still not down from the Austin Davis high, the explode with cheers and A.D. steps out onto the ramp, fixing the last of his wrist and fist tape on, and making his way down to the Asylum, first man out for the huge ManHunt battle ahead.

Malone – “Here comes A.D.! A big fan favourite… and big match favourite in my opinion, A.D. is in with a good shot here!”

No sooner had A.D. reached the Asylum, had more music started to play throughout the p.a. system, “DIG” by Mudvayne announced the entrance of Ash, who brought with him an assortment of weapons in traditional style, downing a 40oz, Ash shattered the bottle over his head, and made his way down the the Asylum, he too… was cut off by the music of another Asylum fighter, “Adrenaline Rush” by Twista, marked the intro of the crazy Corteia, Carnage!

Malone – “Well, at a guess, they’re coming out alphabetically here, and something of note, even though quite predictable going off the basis of the match earlier, is that Archangel isn’t here!”

Carnage reached the Asylum, as more music played throughout the arena, “Stupid Girl” by Garbage.

Malone – “Hmm… not familiar with this one, who could it be?”

JPP – “Its another women! WHOOO!”

The deranged Candy Kane, to be precise.

And looming close behind her, a towering monster; Sean Fury.

Malone – “Well to be honest… I’m not exactly sure who these people are, but that guy at the back bares a striking resemblance to Steven Fury!”

JPP – “Paying more attention to ze blokey, no surprise there.”

Malone couldn’t have been any closer, as Sean Fury, brother of Steven Fury… made his way down to the Asylum, with Candy Kane in close quarters, they too were interrupted by the sounds of more music, “The Fight Song “ by Marilyn Manson didn’t only indicate the introduction of Synn, but also Charles Harris and Drax; The Few had arrived.

Malone – “And the Few here entering to a heated response, but quite frankly… things are hotting up here, we have a lot of Asylum fighters in one place at the same time, things are going to kick off at any moment!”

The Few saunter down the aisle, as tensions begin to grow in the Asylum, fighters exchanging glares and words, as The Few get in place, “Down with the Suckaz”… an extremely edited version of “Down with the sickness” plays, and Asylum’s very own walking joke, Chris Credible rushes down the aisle!

Malone – “There’s Credible, and I think I hear “Bible Basher” by Deicide… meaning the Deic… erm, Dan the Man! Is on his way!”

Sure enough, Dan the Man made his way to the Asylum, little did he know however, that Double Hard had followed him out, still stinging from his defeat earlier on, Double Hard stalked Dan the Man down to the Asylum lying it wait.

“Won’t lie down” ( Kombat mix ) by Face to Face played next, and the fans rose to their feet as T.V. champion, Hypnosis… made his way to the Asylum! Hypnosis… as expected, fixed an icy glare on the three members of the Few, who glared back with the same sentiments.

Malone – “Not sure how much longer this will hold up, there’s too much hatred in the arena at the moment to keep the peace.”

“Kryptonite” by 3 doors down was next over the system, as Impetigo and Wonder Hanna walked through the curtain in unison, making their way down to the Asylum, seemingly rid of the Callous scourge.

Malone – “And now… I think I hear the music of Jessica Jenkins!”

JPP – “WHOOOOO~!”

Sure enough, “Crawling in the Dark” by Hoobustank plays through the arena, and the Asylum’s latest employee, Jessica Jenkins, marches through the curtain to a good response from the crowd, she makes her way down the aisle and circles the Asylum in preparation for the tough bout ahead.

Shortly after her, “Walk” by Pantera blasted through the arena, surefire confirmation that Kodiak Vic Creed was on his way, the mountain of a man emerged from behind the curtain, making his way down the aisle in a daunting manor.

Malone – “Well as we were saying earlier, those who haven’t fought already tonight are in a much better position here tonight, and exluding Creed’s match over at fWo later on, he’s got to be another hot favourite.”

“Devil with the Kings card” by Machine Head was next, as was Koji Tamura, greeted by a heavy response of boo’s from the crowd, Koji brushed it off and made his way down to the Asylum.

Malone – “Again, another who hasn’t been in competition tonight, someone that you have to favour!”

“Eyeless” by Slipknot signalled the entry of a bitter man, MUD… or Mortimer as he commonly now reffered to himself, walked through the curtains and down to the Asylum, Carnage… who had previously been exchanging words with Synn of the Few, dropped all other matters and glared at MUD, who had a few choice words in response for Carnage.

“Independent Women” by Destiny’s Child is next, as is Nayomi Dangsta, who makes her way to the Asylum looking to seize opportunity in the ManHunt match, as her music fades out, “Unified” by Biohazard introduces Nerva, the womens champion, who walkes out onto the ramp greeted by a massive response from the crowd, the camera’s focus shortly on the face of Jessica Jenkins, who’s expression evidently portrays her aggression toward the womens champ.

Malone – “Its gonna erupt, any minute!”

JPP – “Oui… ze Jean Paul knows what you mean, Nerva and Jessica Jenkins, together again… oh my!”

Nerva approaches the Asylum, as “Renegades of Funk” signals the arrival of Sanjuro, who arrives on scene, ready for the big match ahead, as he walks the aisle, “Silver” by Moist starts, and Sterling Silver arrives to a not-so warm response from the crowd, Silver however simply brushes it off, making his way down to the Asylum, perhaps another favourite to win the bout.

Malone – “Well, excluding Inmate… and Archangel, who I wouldn’t have expected to be in shape for this one anyway, I think that’s just about everyone!”

JPP – “Oui, ze Jean Paul is not one for ze maths, but e’ doesn’t sink zere are th’irty scummies in ze Asylum!”

Malone – “That’s right, excluding Archangel and Inmate, we’re still four people short of the thirty!”

JPP – “Hmm.”

Malone – “But anyway… its about to sta…”

Malone didn’t finish.

“Mudshovel” by Staind.

Kenny Rock.

Malone – “Oh, what now.”

JPP – “Ze Kenny!”

“Well, well… well.” Kenny began, the crowd already jeering him. “Denver, I’m amazed… I don’t think I’ve ever… ever! Seen so many imbeciles in the same place at one time!” Kenny said keeping a straight face, the crowd hurling trash and abuse at him, the Asylum championship rested over his shoulder, glinting as the camera flashes hit it.

Malone – “Well, that was a polite intro.”

JPP – “Oui”

“So what is this I see? The idiots congregation? Are you all celebrating some form of mass retard gathering? I don’t know… I feel almost good about this, maybe it’s the fact that I have more braincells than this entire ringside area added together… or maybe its simply the fact that I’m a better fighter, a better wrestler, and a better person in general, than anyone else here… and yeah, that includes the bald wash up in front row.”

The crowd’s reaction was more of concern for Kenny Rock than hate, he’d just taken a jab at someone sitting in front row that would happily remove Kenny’s head from the shoulders at the drop of a hat.

Malone – “Pushing his luck now.”

The camera’s flicked briefly to Davis in front row, who remained emotionless and cold.

“But alas, there are more important things at hand… I’m here to save this pay per view, and more importantly this match, which… may I add; is a complete sham.” Kenny stopped for a moment to soak in the hate.

Malone – “I don’t see what he can do, he isn’t allowed to compete”

“I mean lets look at a few things, firstly… we have Steve –the coward- Douglas, you’d think he’d like to take his shot at me but look.” Kenny places his hand over his eyes, suggesting a gaze at the Asylum. “He isn’t here… which… if you don’t want to be bored to death, is a bonus… but there’s something wrong with this match itself…

its unfair.

I mean look, we have Token Weed torn to shreds, Dark unconscious on the floor, Archangel and Inmate, two of the “big” favourites… not even able to compete, it’s a disgrace! Its more or less on a plate for an individual who deserves to take nothing from this match…

I’m talking about you, Angel.” Kenny says with a smirk, as A.D. mouths obscenities about what Kenny might be doing to his mother.

Malone – “Well, I don’t agree with that at all, I think there are plenty of things to prevent A.D. from winning this, 30… or 26 other Asylum fighters will agree!”

“But yes, A.D. being in this match is a disgrace… a shambles, a mockery… and dare I say it…

A crime.

And as the champ that you all love so dear, I feel obliged to intervene, to do something about this great “injustice” and well, I had a long list of things that I could and should do… but one thing stood out, one thing made sense.

I’m going to call…

My Lawyer.

Malone – “His lawyer! But that could only mean…”

Malone didn’t have to continue, for the crowd murmered with similar sentiments to his, suddenly… the sound of scratching disks echoed through out the arena, it was the beginning of a theme song which could be that of only one man.

“Forfeit the game
Before somebody else
Takes you out of the frame
And puts your name to shame
Cover up your face
You can’t run the race
The pace is too fast
You just won’t last.”

And suddenly, three letters confirmed the thoughts and beliefs of the fans in attendance.

L L B

And as they appeared on the big screen, the man himself stepped from behind the curtain.

Malone – “Its LLB! What the hell next… is there possibly anything else to come of this pay per view!?”

JPP – “Probably.”

Malone – “Well judging by LLB, who’s in his attire, he’s going to compete!”

“That’s right!” Kenny continued “An equaliser! Justice will be done, and unfortunately, Angel… as far as I, and the man beside me are concerned, you winning the match would be as good as breaking the law, so A.D., allow me to introduce you to your personal enemy for the night, are you ready?” Kenny finished, as LLB turned to him and confirmed with a nod, the crowd however were erupting with cheers, as A.D. ploughed through the other competitors in the Asylum, leapt out, and sprinted up the aisle!

Malone – “Here we go!”

As A.D. strides up the aisle at speed, Kenny disappears through the curtain, suddenly LLB explodes… rushing at A.D. as the two prepare to collide on the ramp, A.D. draws back his fist, preparing to take LLB’s head off with a hard right hand, he fails however… to notice LLB slowly lowering, the telltale sign of a destructive fate.

Malone – “The Erroneous Conclusion!”

The crowd gasped, then were forced to flee.

LLB, standing at just under the 6 feet mark, exploded, hitting A.D. in the midsection with a massive spear, the momentum however, was even greater, as A.D.’s forward motion was met by LLB’s forward motion, A.D. found himself propelled through the air, as did LLB who flew with him.

Off the ramp, and into the crowd.
The fans bolted in all directions as the two men fell with a thud into nothing but chairs and arena floor.

Malone – “They’ve… they’ve gotta be broken in half!”

JPP – “Oui, ze poor chairs, ze’re only wish in life to feel ze sweet embrace of someones backside, destroyed by ze two massive fighters leaping on them!”

Malone – “Not the chairs JP, LLB and A.D.!”

It was a fitting explosive start, of things to come, as LLB and A.D. lay motionless on the arena floor, several referees emerged from behind the curtain, fighters stood in the Asylum looked on bemused at that which had just occurred on the ramp, but suddenly the bell tolled, and all thoughts of it were forgotten.

Malone – “There’s the bell… its ON!”

Fighting instinct kicked in, and straight away, fighters on the inside, and outside of the arena, sought out their enemy, to destroy them.

The crowd exploded at once, as Jessica Jenkins leapt cleanly over the rim of the Asylum, and landed onto Nerva who stood on the outside, hitting her with a crossbody which sent both of them to the ground!

Lingering feuds became evident, Sterling Silver and Koji Tamura exchanged vicious rights and lefts amongst brawls going on all around, KVC, Carnage and MUD lashed out at each other with brutal exchanges of kicks and punches, as Hypnosis boldly tried to dispose of all three members of the Few at once, unfortunately for he though, Drax… Harris and Synn were all able to tackle him to the ground and he felt the resulting kicks and punches dearly!

Candy Kane went about brawling with Nayomi Dangsta and Wonder Hanna, but the three were suddenly joined by another late arrival, Contessa!

A brawl involving Impetigo, Double Hard, Dan the Man and Chris Credible quickly resulted in the four spilling out of the Asylum, as Ash… Sean Fury and Sanjuro all did battle.

Scenes of complete destruction, it was definitely apparent that Joe’s plan for organised chaos was taking shape and effect, quickly.

And LLB and A.D., both lay motionless on the arena floor, a referee now on the scene and count both men down!

Malone – “This is chaos! Pure… simple, chaos! And wha… where is Token Weed going!?”

Much to the crowds confusion, Token Weed scoops up the still unconscious Dark, and with a firemans carry… heads off through the crowd with him!

His reasons and motives however, would soon become apparent to everyone.

Suddenly there was more commotion, the referee counting A.D. and LLB suddenly waved his arms frantically, as a result, LLB and A.D. were both deemed to be down for the ten count, and as result, were each given three points!

Malone – “And there go the first points of this match, three for LLB and three for A.D. as a result of their ten foot plunge into the crowd!”

Token Weed finally emerges, followed by camera’s, in a corridor backstage, burting through a curtain and throwing Dark to the floor, the reason for his actions soon become apparent!

The reading on the video wall.
Fuckhead: Dark :1:20

Dark was the first fuckhead, but the other fighters in the Asylum were so busy brawling, they didn’t spot it on the video screen, Token Weed however, had done, and a sinister smile blazed on his face as he spoke to the unconscious Dark.

“How ironic Dark, through all of our fights, through all of the pain I’ve put you through, you… you are going to help me win this match!” Token finished with a smile, before searching out two chairs, and placing one in its intender position, before dragging the carcas of Dark, and seating him in the chair, it was the second chair however, which was the most important.

CRACK!

“Count him!” Token screamed at a nearbye referee, who rushed to the scene and counted Dark, suffice to say the ten was achieved, and being the fuckhead, Dark was responsible for giving Token five points!

Token however, dragged Dark up again, and again sat him in the chair.

CRACK!

“Count him!” Token roared, echoing his previous statement and slowly revealing a disturbing plot, as the referee again counted a nostalgic ten, giving Token another five points and booming his total to ten within the space of under a minute!

And he picked Dark up again.

And he sat him in the chair, again.

CRACK!

“You know what to do.” Token said sadistically, as the referee once again regretfully counted Dark down for ten, giving Token a further five points to his tally!

And again, Token placed Dark in the chair, before arrogantly shoving him out of it.

“Do it.” Token said once more, and ten seconds later, he’d secured a further five points, lifting his tally to a phenomenal 20 already, suddenly however, a short crackling sounded throughout the arena.

“Fuckhead: Token Weed :Two minutes and counting.” The voice said, as the text on the screen changed from Fuckhead: Dark :0.00 to Fuckhead: Token Weed :2.00.

“Shit, that’s new to me.” Token said in surprise “See ya Dark, I got places to be… as far away from here as possible.” Token said with a smirk, as EMT’s picked Dark up and stretchered him away, Token backed up several paces, but hit something which he had first assumed to be a wall.

Close enough.

Kodiak Vic Creed.

“Yeah, you do “got” places to be punk, beneath my foot is one of them.” Creed snarled, as Token back away, Creed was soon accompanied somewhat surprisingly by Carnage and MUD, the three usual adversaries banding together to surround Token.

“Hey guys…” Token said nervously “Come on! I got some stuff for you all back at my locker room… hey Creed, I got plenty of TAR for you, and you MUD… I can stoke you up with some more of the good shit, and what about you Carnage? I got knifes… big ones, small ones… SHARP ONES!” Token said smiling with worry.
“You ain’t got anything that we want” Creed said with a smile “Of course… we’re all gonna have to take five points from you, how you give them up, is up to you.” KVC snarled, as Token suddenly tried to dart past him! He was however, quickly snatched up, and hurled backwards, his head and spine slamming into a glass axe case on the wall!

Token falls the the ground amongst the broken glass as suddenly, Creed tears the cabinet from the wall… and smashes it into the skulls of the on looking Carnage and MUD! Carnage and MUD hit the ground as the referee finishes counting a ten on Token! KVC earns his first five points of the match, the referee however also counted down MUD and Carnage! Giving Creed a further six!

Creed however, didn’t have long to celebrare.

THUD!

Victim of a hard low blow from Carnage! Token Weed scrambled, crawling away from the scene, as his period as the fuckhead slowly ticked away, Carnage picked up the cabinet which KVC had previously brained him with, before dragging the residing axe out of it!

“AHahAHAHahahah! You thought you could trust me Vic! AhahahAHAH! Well now its time to die! Don’t lose you’re head Vic!”

Carnage drew back the axe, but a look of confusion encompassed his face, as he found himself unable to deliver the deadly blow.

MUD!

MUD dragged the axe out of Carnage’s hands! Before kicking him hard below the belt, and swinging the axe himself.

SLICE!

Carnage ducked, narrowly avoiding the axe blade, which plunged into the wall, Carnage crawled away in pain as MUD tore the axe from the wall, unfortunately, pulling the blade away at the same time, MUD however simply used the handle the bludgeon the downed Creed! Before placing it across his throat and yanking back, unfortunately for Creed, the handle pressed across his jugular, closing it shut momentarily, an instant knock out!

The referee counts KVC down for ten, as MUD secured three points, and continues the hunt for Carnage.

And back in the arena?

More chaos.

Malone – “I… I, ahem… ladies and gentlemen, its times like this where one considers a new profession, I’m struggling to commentate this match because its complete, total and utter mayhem, impossible to keep track of, and of course… my co-commentator doesn’t help.”

JPP – “Whoo! Look at ze Jenkins, sitting on Nerva’s face!”

Malone – “I rest my case… wait a minute, LLB and A.D. brawling in the crowd here… LLB has A.D.’s feet… sharpshooter! Sharpshooter!”

JPP – “Ze ‘Testify’ to be precise.”

Malone – “What~?”

JPP – “Nuthin’”

Malone – “Phew, my ears deceiving me there, I thought I actually heard Jean Paul call a move correctly! But yes… LLB has the testify locked in here! A.D. is really struggling!”

LLB clenches in the hold, snarling as A.D. struggles in agony, LLB leans back, bending the spine of A.D. to the point of destruction.

Malone – “It’d be in A.D.’s best interests to tap out here early on, but I somehow doubt he’ll do it!”

LLB screams at A.D., who refuses to give, LLB however persists, torquing the hold insanely! A.D. tries everything, but is unable the break the lock, he struggles… and struggles, before finally going limp on the arena floor!

Malone – “The referee checking out A.D. here… he’s calling it! Three more points for LLB, but in comparison to the somewhat cheap 20 points that Token Weed has, LLB has a long way to go!”

LLB releases the hold, before stomping on the down and out A.D.! Back in the Asylum, Nerva and Jessica Jenkins continue to trade hard blows! Suddenly, Nerva leaps, attempting to smash into Jessica with the Double Touch! Jessica however has grown weary of the move, and manages to duck, the resulting effect being Nerva connecting with the head of Wonder Hanna!

Hanna slumped to the ground, as the referee began his count, however… as he reached seven, the text on the big screen changed, Wonden Hanna was now the latest fuckhead!

The referee reaches ten! Nerva is awarded the points!

Malone – “Nerva awarded knock out point there… but how many, was Hanna the fuckhead in time?”

JPP – “Its ze Nerva, we shall simply assume five points!”

Nerva takes the five points over Hanna! Impetigo suddenly realises that Hanna’s safety is in jeopardy, and rushes to the scene, fending off Nerva, then Nayomi… then Contessa… then… SMACK!

Malone – “My oh my! What a right hand by Candy Kane!”

Candy Kane lashes out, catching Impetigo across the face with a wicked right hand and sending him to the ground, as he hits it, Candy turns, only to be met by some fierce rights and lefts from Contessa! Suddenly both females go down, victims of a huge double punch from Nayomi!

Nerva suddenly see’s the chance to score some points over Hanna, and rushes in!

WHACK!

The crowd gasped with disbelief, Jessica Jenkins springing from the Asylum rim, twisting, and planting Nerva’s skull into the canvas with a wicked DDT!

Malone – “I believe she calls that the Arrow-shot DDT! Nerva looks out here!”

Jessica gets up, a look of delight on her face at hitting the move, but this was no distraction, as Jessica quickly scoops up the still groggy Wonder Hanna and slamming her into the canvas with a Katahajime head first suplex!

The referee counts, and deems both Nerva AND Wonder Hanna unconscious at the hands of Jessica Arrows!

Malone – “A points fest there by Jessica Jenkins! Taking her tally up to eight!”

Jessica turns to celebrate, and met by a most unpleasant surprise!

Candy Kane.

Candy scoops up Jessica, and simply drops her onto her head!

Malone – “My my… some real roughhousing here by the new female who’s name we do not know!”

The referee counts Jessica down for ten, and Candy Kane secures herself three points! Candy turns and begins to do battle with Nayomi Dangsta, as a dazed and confused Jessica Jenkins gets to her feet.

WHACK!

Double Touch via Nerva! Jessica hits the ground hard once again, and the referee is on hand to administer the count against her, giving Nerva another three points!

Wonder Hanna, still in a dazed state, gets to her feet.

And is met, by the dashing Sterling Silver.

JPP – “Smooching! WHOO!”

Sterling plants a huge smooch on Hanna, who struggled in disgust, suddenly however, it occurs to Silver that Hanna is still the fuckhead, and the expression on his face becomes somewhat more disturbing, one still kick to the gut later, Sterling hoists her up, and brings her down hard with the Tarnisher!

Malone – “Disgraceful! How could he do that to a woman!”

JPP – “Such is ze way of Hollywood!”

Hanna lays motionless on the canvas, as Silver stands back and smirks, the referee counting the ten and awarding Sterling Silver five points!

The EMT’s arrive, loading Hanna onto the stretcher and taking her up the aisle, Silver takes a moment to use a few choice words.

“Goodbye and good riddance whore, now… where was I” Silver said arrogantly, before turning around.

Turning around to the sight of legions, and legions of bloody, snarling… Asylum fighters, who had suddenly dropped every fight they were in, to focus their attention on him.

Silver gulped.

For he was the fuckhead.

“Damn.” Silver concurred, suddenly turning and setting off at sprint of the steel ramp! Persued by the legions of fighters wanting his blood!

As the announcement about Silver being the fuckhead is made throughout the arena, LLB raises his head, the name Sterling Silver is one that he is quite familiar with, not to mention, someone who LLB has yet to exact revenge upon, he stops the repeated kicking of A.D., just in time to see Silver disappear through the curtain, LLB gave chase.

Malone – “LLB leaving A.D. down and pursuing Silver here it would seem!”
Silver was backstage and nervous, desperately trying to evade the legions of fighters wanting his blood, seeing a nearbye locker, instinct kicked in and he tried desperately to squeeze into it, to no avail, shaking his head, Silver continued down the corridor, before seeing something that brought a smile to his face.

A packing crate.

“Aha, this will do nicely” Silver said to himself, before taking the lid from the packing crate, and emptying the contents, throwing them about the floor, Silver clambered into the crate, and pulled the lid shut, just seconds before a horde of Asylum fighters tore around the corner, darting past the crate, Silver smiled from the inside, peering through a gap as the fighters disappeared into the distance.

All but one.

LLB stalked down the corridors, he knew what to expect from Sterling Silver, something cheap… surveying his surroundings, LLB kept his eyes peeled and his ears open, and heard something.

A sneeze.

A sneeze followed shortly by a voice complaining about how filthy the inside of a crate was.

LLB looked over, seeing a packing crate moving slightly, seconds later, he was sat upon it.

“Sterling Silver!” LLB spoke out.

“What… I mean… damn!” Silver exclaimed, trying to burst out of the crate to attack LLB, only to find that he couldn’t open the lid.

“I find you guilty Silver! Guilty of being a coward… guilty of being a gutless, spineless worm… and most importantly, guilty of acting of a degree which would make James Belushi, look like the finest Hollywood has to offer, the sentence?; Death.” LLB says with himself with a smile, before hopping from the crate, pushing down on the top, and pushing it… slowly picking up the pace while Silver roared from inside.

CRACK

SMASH

KABOOM!

LLB sent the crate down a flight of stairs, jolting the contents severely, the contents of course… being Sterling Silver, a referee was soon on the scene for the count, as Silver spilled out of the box and lay motionless on the floor at the bottom of the stairs!

A ten count followed, and LLB had earned five more points via the rendering of Silvers unconscious state! LLB however, isn’t finished, Silver struggles up to his feet, as LLB makes his way down the stairs, and measures the dazed Silver up.

Erroneous conclusion!

Silver’s head bounced off the concrete floor, as LLB took him off his feet with the wicked spear, the referee once again made the count, and LLB had taken another five points from Sterling Silver! LLB looked at the downed Silver satisfied, and prepared to hoist him up and put a third end to him.

A sudden force however, spun LLB around quickly.

Kodiak, Vic, Creed.
KVC looked down at LLB, who fearlessly glared up at the individual towering over him, the two had been involved in a well documented and extremely recent confrontation, and more fuel was set to be added to the fire.

In an instant, hard rights and lefts were exchanged! But without warning, LLB reached down, taking the legs out from under Creed and turning him over; The Testify!

KVC roared in pain as LLB tried to put a swift end to him, however… Creed’s power was unquestionable, and without warning, he powered out, not giving LLB any time to get his hands up, as he head flew into a glass door panel, cracking but not breaking it!

LLB stumbled backwards, desperately trying to shake off the effects! But to no avail, as the powerful arms of Vic Creed hoisted him into the air, and dropped him hard to the concrete with the Powerdriver 2K1! The referee makes the count on LLB, who only struggles up seconds after the ten, Creed has gained another three points, and prepared to do battle with LLB again, however… his attention was soon stolen, with the announcement that Chris Credible was the latest fuckhead!

As KVC rushed down the corridor, Sterling Silver got to his feet, fresh from being thrown down a flight or stairs and given the Erroneous conclusion, it seemed his dream had come true, when he saw LLB struggling to stand before him, in a swift motion, he hoisted LLB up, and nailed him with the Tarnisher, LLB was down an out, and Silver left in disgust, taking another three points!

Chris Credible sat staring with a smile at a nearbye monitor, which… he’d managed to switch over just in time to catch an episode of Dragon Ball Z.

THWAP!

Credible had the pleasure of feeling a stiff hit around the back of the skull, via Token Weed, who’d picked up a huge weighted trash can from nearbye, and simply slammed it into Credible’s skull! Credible scrambled away, as Token closed in.

SMACK!

Token was taken out by Hypnosis, who rushed past the downed Credible and hit Token across the head with a lead pipe! Token fell to the ground, and a referee was on the scene, briskly counting Token down for ten and awarding Hypnosis three points! Hypnosis turned to take out Credible; the fuckhead, but was surprised to see that he’d vanished!

Credible sneaked away, brushing through a curtain and smiling to himself at his escape act.

Little did he know the directly behind him, stood Candy Kane and Sean Fury.

CRUNCH!

Kandy devastates Credible with a swift low blow, but before he can fall down, Sean hoists him up, dropping him with a massive powerbomb, seconds later… a referee is dragged onto the scene, and Credible is counted down for ten! Sean Fury has won five points!

Fury knelt down, and sat on Credibles back, wrenching him back in a Camel clutch! Credible cried in agony, and was suddenly free! Candy pulled Sean away from Credible, and picked Credible up, before holding him out, and knocking the taste out of his mouth with a slap!

Credible fell to the ground once again, and was out cold, the referee counted and Candy Kane had earned five points! Sean and Candy gather up Credible and begin to take him through the curtain!

WHAM! Both go down, victims of the Devil from the east! Sanjuro blasts them both with right hands, before setting Credible, and stunning him with a superkick! One ten count later, Sanjuro had acquired five points! But he wasn’t finished, picking up Credible, and dealing him a swift end with the Katana Cutter! Another ten, and another five for Sanjuro, taking full advantage of Credible’s fuckhead status, Sanjuro locked in the dragon sleeper, looking for another five points, but to no avail, for Chris Credible’s tapping came out seconds after the preverbial buck had been passed, Credible was no longer the fuckhead, and it was worth only one point to Sanjuro!

But who, was the fuckhead now?

Malone – “Dan the Man! Dan the Man is the fuckhead!”

Malone was right, as coverage reappeared at ringside, Dan the Man stood in the Asylum surrounded by snarling fighters, one of which was Koji Tamura, who set forth with the first offence!

Malone – “Koji swooping in here… and wow!”

Katsuzen! A series of wicked punches and kicks left Dan the Man unconscious in the center of the Asylum! Five points toward Koji Tamura were soon followed by another five, as he locked Dan the Man into an Achilles tendon hold, the referee could draw no response from Dan, and Koji had taken more points!

Malone – “Koji better watch out here!”

KVC! Vic Creed arrived on the scene, blasting Koji with a thunderous lariat from behind, before hurling Charles Harris and Drax out of the Asylum! Creed hoisted up the carcass of Dan the Man, and planted him down with a reverse death valley driver!

Malone – “The Alaskan avalanche! KVC surely going to pick up five points here!”

Sure enough, Dan the Man was unable to respond, and creed picked up five points! KVC leapt up onto the rim of the Asylum, preparing to hit Dan the Man with a Creedzillinator!

Malone – “BAM! Koji just wasted Creed with a hard kick there!”

Koji Tamura caught KVC straight between the eyes with a hard kick, Creed fell backwards, clattering the steps and laying unconscious on the arena floor! The referee counted, and reached ten… Koji had taken three points!

Koji turned to attack the downed Dan the Man, but much to his surprise, was met by a vice like grip around the throat.

KVC again.

Malone – “Creed is up, is there no end to this man’s resilience!?”

Creed lifted Koji up, and dropped him with a swift Creed Bomb! The referee counted and Koji was down and out, giving Creed three points and taking his total to twenty two points!

Malone – “Twenty two points for Kodiak Vic Creed, I believe that puts him into the lead… and wait a minute, where’s he going!?”

KVC takes off up the aisle, perhaps satisfied with his twenty three points, he leaves several fighters still fighting in and around the Asylum! Koji cambers to his feet, dusting himself off from the Creed assault and focusing his attention back on the current fuckhead, Dan the Man! Koji locks him into a dragon sleeper, but in the position, fails to see the fuckhead reading on the video wall, which just happens to change!

Fuckhead: Koji Tamura :2.00

The crowd explode, as Koji tightens his grip on Dan the Man, Nerva clambers into the Asylum and measures up behind Koji.

SMACK~!

A stiff roundhouse kick to the back of the head knocks Koji out, and secured Nerva five fuckhead points! Then ten passes, as an extremely groggy Koji struggles up to his feet, dazed and confused, he walks straight into the leaping Nerva again.

Malone – “Double touch! Double touch!”

Nerva nails Koji with the double touch, and he slumps back to the canvas, the referee makes the ten count, giving Nerva yet another five points and sending her total up to eighteen! She steps back, catching her breath after the assault on Koji.

But in the ManHunt, catching your breath is ill advised, especially when the tides can turn, very swiftly.

Nayomi Dangsta.

Clambering into the Asylum behind Nerva, she has in her hands a chair, Nerva turns, and feels the brunt of it to the skull, collapsing back, another ten count passes… and Nayomi takes three points from Nerva!

And the fuckhead meter, was changing again.

Fuckhead: Nerva :2.00

Malone – “NO! Nerva is the new fuckhead and she doesn’t even know it!”

Nayomi takes swift advantage! Wrapping Nerva’s legs up in the panther grip, the referee checks for response and receives none, Nerva is considered unconscious, and Nayomi takes five more points!

SMACK!

Nayomi had no time to take it in, for the Asylum newcomer, Jessica Jenkins; was on the scene… taking Nayomi out with a wicked DDT from her sharpshooter position! Nayomi’s head slammed into the canvas, and she was out, Jessica Jenkins could’ve waited the ten seconds for the three points, but didn’t… as the referee made his count, she made her way over to Nerva, locking in a sitting sleeper! The referee rushed across, but as expected, there was no response from Nerva, giving Jessica a further five points!

Malone – “That puts Jessica on sixteen points, just two behind Nerva now!”

Jessica keeps the hold locked in, as the referee continues to check Nerva, Nerva however is partially obscured, and this becomes Jessica’s advantage, reaching over and using Nerva’s hand to tap the mat! The referee simply see’s the hand tapping, and takes it as submission!

Malone – “One point for Jessica Jenkins, why? Because Nerva isn’t the fuckhead anymore, Jessica is!”

Suddenly however, there is more commotion amongst the masses, the reason for it… are the words of Slipknots “Surfacing” emitting from the arena speakers.

"Fuck it all! Fuck this world! Fuck everything that you stand for!"

Rave Caprino.

And slowly but surely, Joe’s plan began to make even more sense.
Rave made his way down to the Asylum, pelted by trash; he seemed to enjoy it, but what he seemed to enjoy even more, was clambering into the Asylum, and slowly making his way to Jessica Arrows, from behind.

Malone – “Rave Caprino… a man ticked off at the world, and what’s he gonna do here?”

Rave Grabs Jessica in a cobra clutch, the crowd exploding with boo’s as he lifts her off her feet and begins to shake her like a rag doll, Jessica desperately gasps for air, but it soon ceases to be a concern, as Rave hooks her leg for a Russian leg sweep, and sweeps her face first to the canvas with the cobra clutch still locked in, finally releasing the hold, Rave walks away as the referee counts Jenkins down for ten, giving Rave his first five points of the bout.

Malone – “Sickening, Rave administering a relentless beating here!”

Rave wasn’t done.

He clambered out of the Asylum circling it and yanking a table from beneath, this generated more boo’s from the crowd, which he simply ignored, setting the table up in its intended position, he climbed back into the Asylum, before yanking Jessica up by the hair, applying a waist lock.

And sending shock and disgust through the crowd.

German suplex.

Over the rim of the Asylum.

Through the table.

The crowd exploded with boo’s, Malone fixed to his seat unable to say a word as Jessica hurtled head first through the table, which exploded on impact, Rave simply spat on the canvas, not even acknowledging his act, as the referee counted Jessica down and awarded Rave another five points; his tenth overall.

“Scum of the Earth” by Rob Zombie.

And Joe Campbell in tow.

The crowd exploded with boo’s once again, as Joe walked down the aisle, clapping and nodding at the actions of Rave Caprino, he reached the Asylum and clambered in, exchanging a glance with Caprino which suggested the two might’ve spent a while pulling off the stunt, both of them however, were soon surprised.

“I Disappear” by Metallica.

The crowd exploded, mainly in disbelief, as a battered, bruised… torn apart Inmate made his way down the aisle, fearlessly looking into the eyes of Joe, he clambered into the Asylum, and instantly grabbed Joe around the throat.

CRUNCH!

Joe kicked him in the groin.

WHACK!

Rave punched him in the head.

Inmate fell to the ground, as Rave climbed up and out of the Asylum, before snapping up a chair, and returning, generating another harsh response from the crowd, in slamming the chair into Inmate’s spine!

Malone – “A sickening… sickening attack here by Joe Campbell and Rave Caprino… and wait… what now!?”

Joe turned and fixed a glare on the one man in the arena who could put the final piece in the jigsaw of destruction Joe was creating.

Austin Davis.

Davis glared back at Campbell, who fired a few words in his direction, whatever they were, they finished with a gesture from Joe toward Davis which suggested that he should get out of the crowd and into the Asylum.

Davis got to his feet.

Malone – “No… no… no… NO! This can’t be!”

Davis clambered over the guard rail, and toward the steps, clambering up them and standing face to face with Joe.

Before giving him a gesture which was easily comprehensible.

The middle finger.

The crowd exploded as Joe’s jaw dropped, Davis stormed away… looking somewhat bored with the Asylum proceedings, Davis made his way up the aisle, as Joe continued to look shocked, Davis however had two more gestures to make before he left.

One was the fact that the Inmate; had got the his feet.

And the second to point out something on the video screen.

Fuckhead: Joe :2.20.

And with that, Austin Davis was gone.

Malone – “Davis is gone, and Joe looks to be in disbelief… and here’s Inmate… YES!”

Inmate grabs Rave Caprino, hurling him across the Asylum with a head and arm suplex! Joe turns around, and his jaw drops for a second time, the first was disbelief, but this one… is fear along.

A bleeding, snarling… fury controlled Inmate started a hole through him.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

Malone – “Inmate has Snap locked in here! Look at Joe, he’s tapping furiously!”

Five points for the Inmate as he continued to wrench the hold on Joe! Suddenly however, the crowd began to stir, as Rave Caprino got to his feet picked up the chair, and prepared to remove the Inmate’s head.

Vengeance.

Malone – “Vengeance! Archangel! YES!”

A battered Archangel appeared from the crowd, lunged up the steps and locked Rave Caprino in Vengeance, talking him to the mat and attempting to put him to an end! Meanwhile, Joe taps again! Inmate has another five points! A few seconds pass, and Inmate earns some more, before Joe finally slumps into unconsciousness, which of course… registers as a knock out.

Malone – “I don’t believe this… Inmate has just walked down here… and shot his tally straight up to twenty points, he could win this thing!”

Inmate releases SNAP! With Joe laying motionless on the canvas, Joe however still has time on his clock, and unfortunately… the Angel of destruction was in wait.

Malone – “Vengeance! Vengeance on Joe… and wha… where’s Rave Caprino going!?”

Rave gets to his feet, takes a glance at Joe laying motionless on the floor, and takes off elsewhere! Joe however, still out, is still the fuckhead, and slowly but surely… Archangel’s point tally begins to grow… five! Ten! Fifteen! TWENTY! Archangel levels points with Inmate!

But suddenly, Joe’s fuckhead level expires.

And things resume, as they would.

SNAP!

The crowd, in shock… give up a mixed reaction, as Inmate locks Archangel into SNAP! And wrenches back on the hold!

Malone – “Archangel in trouble here, how quickly things can turn!”

Archangel, torn apart from his recent battle with Inmate, passes out! Giving Inmate a technical submission point and taking his tally to twenty one! Things however, were quickly turning around backstage!

A.D., unbeknownst, wandered backstage; the Fuckhead… he didn’t know it, but many of the other did…

CRACK!

A.D. hit the ground, victim of a baseball swing by Ash which catches him in the back of the head, several shots later, A.D. goes limp, and the nearest official counts him down for ten, giving Ash five points!

Carnage.

Carnage suddenly rushes from nowhere, but is met with a stiff shot from Ash, who wails upon him with the bat! Carnage also lays motionless, and Ash secures three more points!

And then everything changes, again.

Ash is the fuckhead.

SMASH!

MUD!

MUD appears from behind Ash, cracking him in the skull with a chair! Ash falls to the ground, as MUD strikes with several more wicked shots to the skull of Ash, Ash’s body finally succumbs to the pain, and he slips into unconsciousness for ten seconds, giving MUD five points!

MUD steps back, before grabbing Ash and locking him into a crossface chicken wing! Ash doesn’t respond due to his… unconsciousness, and gives away five more points to MUD!

MUD gets to his feet, dusting himself of and grabbing the chair previously used, to drive it into the skull of Ash again, however… the fuckhead meter changes!

Fuckhead: Synn ;2.00

Synn! Suddenly, everything shifts, fighters everywhere drop their fights and rush away in search of Synn, and it doesn’t take long for them to locate him.

But unfortunately, Drax and Harris; loyal servants… stand in their way! Suddenly, chaos.. MUD, Carnage… Sean Fury, all ploughing into Drax and Harris, desperately trying to get to Synn and beat him down, but to no avail! Drax and Harris battle the men away as a minute passes, and Synn takes off, lunging into the dark recesses of the boiler rooms, there he stands, engulfed in the darkness.

“Nice one, shithead.” A voice said, Synn turned… and was confronted by none other than Hypnosis! Hypnosis said no more, whacking Synn with a hard kick to the gut, lifting him in the air, and destroying him with K.T.F.O! Synn lays limp on the ground, as Hypnosis takes off, and seconds later… returns with a referee, who counts Synn down for ten, and awards Hypnosis five points!

The tides however, had turned again!

Kodiak Vic Creed.

He sat in his locker room, his twenty three points still putting him ahead of the pack, with not much time remaining on the ManHunt clock, KVC was numero uno, and confident enough to see the rest out from the comfort of his chair.

Until a few brisk knocks his his locker room door.

“What now.” Creed signed, getting up out of his chair and approaching the door.

“This better be important.” He snarled as he swung the door open.

“Oh, it is… remember me? Shithead.” Were the words that met KVC, coming from the mouth of Token Weed, who smiled a wide grin which displayed a mouth of bleeding gums and teeth hanging by the root.

KVC didn’t have time do do, anything.

Suddenly… mass attack, Token leapt at KVC like a rabid dog, biting and scratching him, as Sterling Silver, Carnage and MUD all rushed into the room, kicking at KVC who suddenly found himself buried amongst furious wrestlers.

KVC managed to escape, pushing away at fighters scratching and grabbing in an attempt to pull five points from him, suddenly… in a flash, the chaos ensued.

KVC smashed Carnage between the eyes with a wicked boot, as Carnage reeled back, Token Weed struck, leaping and hitting him with a wicked pump kick which propelled him into a nearble mirror! Carnage hit the mirror, shattering it and falling amongst the jagged shards on glass on the floor!

Token turns, fresh from taking three points from Carnage and overtaking KVC! However, Token’s leading action wouldn’t see and opportunity for improvement, for it would prove to be his last of the match, turning into a snarling MUD, who took ahold on KVC’s lockers, and simply toppled them over onto Token, who was crushed beneath them!

Meanwhile, Sterling Silver hoisted up the groggy KVC, barely able to hold him in the air, he spiked him down with an amazing Tarnisher! Rendering the huge man unconscious, Silver took five points, before following them up with another instant five, locking in the Silver scream on KVC! Who was unable to respond and once again deemed unconscious! Silver’s tally rose to eighteen points, and he was evidently happy, making himself scarce and quickly leaving the Carnage filled scene.

Carnage filled, literally.

The Extreme champion lifted the lockers, dragging the crushed and gasping for air Token from beneath by the hair, and suddenly taking the agony of his crushed ribs away.

By hurling him through a window!

Token was airborne, flying through Creed’s window and landing amongst the glass outside in a motionless heap, the referee counted the ten, and an insane laugh exited Carnage, as he took three points!

Meanwhile however, more chaos.

A new fuckhead.

Hypnosis!

Hypnosis wandered bleeding, unaware of his fuckhead status, he was being stalked against his knowledge, by Impetigo of all people…. THWAP! Hypnosis hits the ground, feeling the brunt of a large, heavy looking trash can, which Impetigo hurled from a balcony above! Hypnosis hit the ground in a heap, completely unconscious, as another referee arrives on the scene, and counts a ten, giving Impetigo his first five points of the match! Impetigo is soon on the scene once more, leaping from the balcony, but appearing to twist his leg on landing, he manages to drag Hypnosis up, and lay him out again, with the filth drop!

Hypnosis was out again! The referee counted a ten, and Impetigo hit the ten point mark! However, he was struggling, collapsing to the ground and clutching his twisted knee in agony, as he did so, a very angry man was rising to his feet, slowly but surely, Hypnosis struggled up, shaking off the cobwebs and suddenly focusing an icy glare on Impetigo.

Fate played a big part in the next speaker announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the next fuckhead… Impetigo!” It echoed, as Hypnosis spat some blood on the floor and smiled.

“Sucks to be a hero, don’t it?” Hypnosis snarled, running at Impetigo, and drilling him with a swift knee to the head, surely knocking him out! The referee counted ten, and Hypnosis had five points, it didn’t matter that Impetigo had regained consciousness, his damaged knee prevented him from standing.

But Hypnosis gave him a helping hand in getting up.

CRUNCH!

Knocked the fuck out.

Hypnosis dropped Impetigo on his head, and this time he was unconscious, laying on the concrete floor as the referee counted another ten, sending Hypnosis up to ten points, as Hypnosis pondered his next move, the burden was passed once more.

Fuckhead: Double Hard :2.00

But there was a problem, Double Hard had heard the message… and taken preferance to getting into his car, and leaving! “Fuck it.” Hypnosis reassured himself, picking up Impetigo by the hair, and driving him down with a HARD polish hammer! Impetigo once again struck the ground, as the referee counted another effortless ten, giving Hypnosis another three points, Hypnosis followed it up by locking the Hypnotiser on Impetigo, unresponsive, Impetigo was deemed submissive, and Hypnosis finally left him be, taking a final and fourteenth point!

But what of the next fuckhead?

Fuckhead: Double Hard :0.05

Fuckhead: Double Hard :0.04

Fuckhead: Double Hard :0.03

Fuckhead: Double Hard :0.02

Fuckhead: Double Hard :0.01

Fuckhead: Double Hard :0.00

Fuckhead: Sanjuro :2.00!

Sanjuro heard the message loud and clear, but unfortunately for he, so did everyone else, and many of them were in close quarters! WHACK! MUD appears from nowhere! And in turn, delivers a swift and deadly blow to Sanjuro’s head, with a 2x4! The 2x4 snaps sickeningly, as Sanjuro drops in a heap, but so too does MUD a second later, feeling the brunt of a snap German suplex from Carnage!

Carnage mounts the nearest high spot, preparing to leap down with an elbow drop on MUD, however, he is met by Sean Fury! Fury grasps him by the throat, and takes no prisoners, hurling him to the concrete with a chokeslam! Carnage it out, and Fury takes three points, before locking a swift choke hold on the unconscious MUD, and taking another!

Fury, now with eight points, lifts up Sanjuro, and drives him hard to the concrete with a powerbomb! Fury, convinced that his points are about to grow by five, leaves the scene, missing however, a figure slowly approaching.

Rave Caprino.

Rave Caprino; In Heaven.

Rave approached three former pro wrestlers, Sanjuro formerly of tHw and current LoW superstar, and MUD and Carnage both former fWo, Tornado Wrestling, and in MUD’s case… the late Champions Wrestling League, Caprino smiled disturbingly.

Then picked up Sanjuro. And proceeded to almost but not quite, break his neck… lifting his from his feet, and hurling him semi way through a german suplex, straight INTO a brick wall! Sanjuro fell with a sickening thud, it was undoubted that he wouldn’t be getting up for some time to come, and as the ten counted, Rave Caprino took five points, and his tally rose to fifteen!

Rave turned, Sanjuro unconscious, to see Carnage attempting to scale a ladder, and plant an elbow drop on MUD!

The words Rave used, were amusing, if not sick.

“Hey, where da’ fuck are you goin? This ain’t wrestling bitch!” Rave snarled, simply kicking the ladder out from Carnage! Who plummeted to the floor, Rave was swift once again in execution, leaning over Carnage and locking in a katahajime choke! Carnage was out, but the hold was quickly broken, MUD hitting both Carnage AND Rave in the head with a steel chair!

Caprino rolled away, crawling through a curtain and back into the ringside area, as MUD took up where Caprino left, locking in the katahajime on the unconscious Carnage, the referee checked… no response! MUD gained another point, once again… the ref checked on Carnage, nothing… another point for MUD!

But the cruel hand of fate was about to strike again.

Fuckhead: MUD :2.00

The words seemed to bring Carnage back from the dead, somehow defying the odds and getting to his feet with MUD still choking at him, Carnage was able to sway back, and fall through a door.

Which unfortunately lead to the basement.

Via a flight of stairs.

A description wasn’t needed, both men bashed and clattered down the stairs, before laying out cold at the bottom, as Carnage took five points from MUD, but at a costly price, neither looked like they would get up again tonight.

And as Fuckhead: Carnage :2.00 appeared on the big screen, it didn’t matter.

The ringside area however, was beginning to look very intriguing here.

Malone – “Well we’re back at ringside here, no doubt you fans have been keeping up with the massive events backstage!”

JPP – “Oui!”

Malone – “My god, it speaks!”

JPP – “Oui!”

Malone – “Well my word, we have some interesting situations here… as far as I can make out, we’ve only got Inmate, Archangel… I think LLB is somewhere, A.D. is catching his breath on the ramp… and Caprino, there’s Rave Caprino! Well, by my reckoning… Token Weed is currently leading this with twenty three points but I could be wrong, and of course… Kenny Rock’s masterplan appears to have been very effective, with A.D. sitting on three points with mere minutes to go on the clock here!”

Suddenly, the fuckhead meter changes again.

Fuckhead: Sean Fury :2.00

Malone – “And Sean Fury, he’s the fuckhead here… but where is he?”

JPP – “On ze screen you twat.”

Malone – “Oh yeah!”

Sean Fury appears on the monitors, but not for long, Synn appearing from nowhere and clocking him with a pair of brass knuckles!

Malone – “Synn has Fury down here… one, two… three!”

JPP – “Quatre!”
Malone – “English, please.”

JPP – “Racist!”

Malone – “Five… six, seven… eight… nine, TEN! Five points for Synn!”

Fury struggles to his feet as Synn measures another shot, but suddenly… something appears to occur to Synn, and he dashes off!

Malone – “Hmm, odd.”

JPP – “Considering we is talking about ze Synn, not really.”

Malone – “Point taken.”

JPP – “Ze fuckhead meter changes… Contessa is ze fuckhead!”

Malone – “But she’s nowhere to be seen… we’re running out of airtime here!”

The fuckhead meter changes.

Malone – “Cool, that was handy!”

JPP – “Oui, if not spooky at ze same time, hey Maloney… what were you saying about lots of women flocking to my house later on?”

Malone – “Very funny, but look… it changed again! Candy… so that’s her name! Candy Kane is the fuckhead!”

JPP – “And on ze big screen!”

Malone – “And with Sean Fury!”

JPP – “And er… getting into ze car.”

Malone – “Uhm… and leaving, too.”

JPP – “Ah well, who’s next?”

Malone – “Nayomi Dangsta!”

JPP – “Erm, and you last saw her when?”

Malone – “I don’t know… I don’t control the fuckhead thingy!”

JPP – “You say zat… but look what happened a minute ago!”

Fuckhead: Drax :2.00

Malone – “Drax, now we’re talking!”

JPP – “And he is where?”

Malone – “I don’t know… wait, there he is on the screen!”

Drax appears on the screen, he isn’t running for his life however, but kneeling with Harris, before there mentor Synn.

“So gentlemen, are you ready to fulfil your legacy? Are you ready to pave the golden path for me, and make the ultimate sacrifice?” Synn said, a sinister glow on his face.
“We’re ready” Harris spoke out, and with that, Synn began.

WHACK!

A solid jab to the head of Drax with the brass knuckles, Drax hits the floor in a heap, as Synn orders a referee, presumably captive, to count.

Malone – “Wait… wait a minute… this is cheating!”

JPP – “No shit Sherlock, ze Synn is a genius!”

Drax is down and out for ten, as Synn’s point tally grows to ten, Synn is soon on Drax again however, turning him over into a texas cloverleaf!

Malone – “That bastard! He and his cronies are rigging this match!”

No response from Drax, the points grow again, fifteen now!

JPP – “Non, ze Synn is just strong, beating zem’ down in an honorable fight!”

Malone – “Honorable? They’re on their knees!”

Synn takes Drax again, cradling his head, and striking him with the knuckle dusters, beside him, Harris cringes.

A ten count, Synn reached twenty overall points.

Malone – “Somewhat has to stop this lunatic! He’s destroying the match!”

Drax’ fuckhead duty expires, but the next reading on the screen depicts Harris as the next martyr.

BAM!

Malone – “DAMMIT!”

Synn clocks Harris and knocks him to the floor, the referee counts ten, and Synn reaches twenty five points, taking the lead!

Malone – “Son of a…”

JPP – “Malone’s mom!”

Synn lifts Harris up, but Harris struggles, pulling away from Synn violently.

“No! No more Synn… I’ve had enough of your shit! This is the last time I play doormat, no more favours!” Harris snarls, exiting the room and leaving Synn with a burning glow of fury in his eyes.

Malone – “Thankyou, finally someone stands up to him, but twenty five points might be enough, especially with KVC and Token incapacitated!”

Fuckhead: Archangel :2.00

The crowd exploded, finally… someone visible was the fuckhead… Archangel struggled to his feet in the center of the Asylum, as the pack of wolves circled in.

Inmate.

CRACK!
Inmate was taken out, the Erroneous conclusion of LLB smashing him in his damaged ribs and taking him out!

LLB rose to his feet, turning to approach Archangel!

CRUNCH!

Rave Caprino, catching LLB with a solid knee to the groin, before spitting and making a wrestler related curse… he turned and paced forth to the Asylum, preparing to take full advantage of Archangel’s fuckhead moniker.

He stepped into the Asylum, and rushed at Angel.

Malone – “Archangel moves here… wait a minute, A.D.! A.D.!”

Rave runs straight into A.D., who knees him in the ribs, and lifts him into the air, dropping him OVER the rim of the Asylum and ONTO the steps with the Fall From Grace powerbomb!

Malone – “YES! FALL FROM GRACE! Rave is out!”

Rave is out cold, and A.D. takes three points, taking him up to six for the bout! A.D. approaches the fuckhead; Archangel, but is met by a surprise, grabbed by his shirt, and swung head first into the Asylum mesh, tearing the shirt from his back!

Malone – “Such power from Archangel! Amazing!”

A.D. struggled up, narrowly avoiding a massive Archangel big boot, Angel spins.

CRAAAAAAAACK!

The crowd explode, as A.D. nails Archangel with a right hand that rocks the arena, and Archangel, snapping Angel’s head back like whiplash in a car crash, Angel falls to the canvas in a heap, the referee counts, and Angel is unable to rise… A.D. now has another five points, eleven in total!

Fuckhead: Rave Caprino :2.00

A.D. turned, preparing to take out the downed Rave and earn some more vital points.

WHACK!

LLB.

LLB takes out A.D. with a massive fist to the jaw, and is quick to follow it up.

Malone – “NO! NO! The Testify!”

JPP – “WHOO!”

A.D. writhes in pain, LLB taking full advantage with his variation of the sharpshooter, locking it in, A.D. is in big trouble.

Savior.

SMACK!

LLB goes down, courtesy of a wicked right hand from Inmate! Inmate picks LLB up, and lays him out quickly, A.D. struggles to his feet, and suddenly… the fuckhead meter switched again.

Fuckhead: Inmate :2.00

And the fans rose to their feet.

Malone – “Feel the intensity here!”

Inmate and A.D., standing opposites, there was no doubt that the men respected each other thoroughly, but unfortunately… it had to leave town, for two minutes, anyway.

Inmate looked at A.D. a smiled.

“Lets dance, kid.” Inmate said, before taking up a more serious expression, A.D. nodded, and the two circled each other, SNAP!

Malone – “Look at the speed of the injured Inmate here… he’s… he’s going to lock on SNAP!”

WHACK!

A.D. catches Inmate with a solid kick between the eyes! Inmate struggles back, before lunging at A.D. again, who manages to jab him in his injured ribs, doubling him over.

Malone – “Fall from grace! Fall from grace on the Inmate!”

A.D. hits it, falling back himself having nearly dropping Inmate on his head, the referee counts both men.

1

2

3

4

5

6

7

8

9

10!

Malone – “A.D. IS UP! A.D. IS UP! HE GETS FIVE POINTS!”

JPP – “Ze Inmate is back up too now!”

A.D. collapses against the Asylum mesh, as Inmate staggers around the Asylum, A.D. now has sixteen points! Inmate continues to stagger, but staggers into something not quite as stable as the Asylum mesh.

In fact mentally, not stable at all.

Archangel!

Malone – “Vengeance! Archangel has Vengeance on Inmate!”

JPP – “LOW BLOW! ZE LOW BLOW!”

Inmate kicks Archangel below the belt, but doesn’t escape Vengeance, as both he and Inmate topple to the outside of the Asylum, suddenly however… the fuckhead meter changes… for the last time… t minus two minutes to the end of the match, and one fuckhead left.

LLB

Poetic justice? Maybe.

Malone – “LLB! LLB is the last fuckhead!”

LLB, suddenly gets to his feet somewhere in the middle of the crowd, and in a moment of pure intensity, he and A.D. lock eyes, and glare hatred through each other, neither is going to back down, evident as LLB pushed through the crowd, and clambers over the guarl rail, instantly rushing toward the Asylum!

SMACK!

Only to be almost beheaded by Rave Caprino! Rave, sent purely to destroy the wrestling, gets in one final shot, dazing LLB with a hard right hand that staggers him into Archangel, who locks him into Vengeance!

LLB struggles in agony, as Rave is suddenly down again! Caught by a T-Bone suplex on the outside by Inmate! Suddenly, Archangel hoists LLB into the Asylum with A.D., who steps back and watched LLB gasp for air, Suddenly, Archangel and Inmate fix glares again, but suddenly… something occurs.

Each man seemingly, decides that enough is enough, Inmate backing up the aisle, and Archangel disappearing through the crowd!

Malone – “Rave down on the outside, just LLB and A.D. left! The clock is ticking!”

LLB gets to his feet, and see’s A.D., like a bull seeing red, LLB charges with the end of A.D.; The Erroneous conclusion.

Not this time.

A.D. uses LLB’s momentum, absolutely HURLING him out of the Asylum! LLB flies through the air, clattering each step on the way down to the outside! The referee in on hand to count, as the crowd follow along…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!
TEN~!

Malone – “YESSSSSSSSSS!”

The crowd exploded, LLB taking the fuckhead; LLB out, and earning five points, moving from sixteen, to twenty one points!

A.D. looks across the crowd, as a huge “Angel! Angel! Angel!” chant erupts, A.D. spits blood on the canvas, and clambers to the outside, taking a staggering LLB by the hair, the tossing him up the aisle!

Malone – “A.D. is running out of time… come on A.D.!”

A.D. grabs LLB by the head, and throws him to the top of the ramp, kicking him on his way, both men are suddenly close to the edge, hovering over an ominous fifteen foot drop to nothing but broadcasting tables and monitors.

A.D. swings the punch to end all.

And missed!

Several areas of the crowd erupt with screams and cried of concern, as A.D. hovers on the brink of the ramp trying to catch his balance, LLB steps back, measuring his own match winner, the Erroneous conclusion, he runs.

Malone – “AD MOVES! AD MOVES!”

And so he does, A.D. ducks to the side, as LLB takes the same position as LLB, hovering desperately on the edge of the ramp, A.D. looks at LLB, then looks at the clock reading fifteen seconds, and makes a choice.

A suicidal one.

A.D. didn’t use a move, he didn’t punch, or kick LLB… he did the only thing that would have a guarantee on it, he went down, and he took LLB with him.

SMMAAAAAAAAAASH!

The crowd were mixed, many gasping and many exploding with cheers, A.D. leapt off the side of the ramp, taking LLB with him, the two flew fifteen feet, crashing and exploding through tables, monitors and computer equipment below, the smoke rose, as the countdown reached eleven, and the referee started his count.

ONE!

Fuckhead: LLB :0.11

TWO!

Fuckhead: LLB :0.10

THREE!

Fuckhead: LLB :0.09

FOUR!

Fuckhead: LLB :0.08

FIVE!
Fuckhead: LLB :0.07

SIX!

Fuckhead: LLB :0.06

SEVEN!

Fuckhead: LLB :0.05

EIGHT!

Fuckhead: LLB :0.04

NINE!

Fuckhead: LLB :0.03

TEN~!

Fuckhead: LLB :0.01

Malone – “YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”

The fuckhead countdown stopped on one second, as the referee waved his arms frantically, the crowd erupted, knowing that there could be only one outcome.

Announcer – “Ladies and gentlemen… HERE IS YOUR WINNER!…. with TWENTY SIX points! AAAAAANGEEEEEEELLL……… DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALTON!”

The crowd exploded, A.D. had done it, he wasn’t on his feet, but he was the winner, in the center of the Asylum stood rave Caprino, furiously cursing at the fact that he had no more fighters, or wrestler to attack, he focused his attention on the crowd, calling out several members of front row, and causing a massive security problem.

Malone – “A.D. won it! He’ll get a title shot in December! I don’t believe it!”

JPP – “But what about ze other places?”

Malone – “Well, lets see… A.D. out winner, I believe Synn came in-in second place, that would make him the T.V. title number one contender, Token Weed… he came third with twenty three points, he’ll get a U.K. title shot, I think Vic Creed was fourth for the Extreme title shot, and… Nerva! Nerva I think was the highest placed female.”

Malone suddenly pauses to receive information on his headset!

Malone – “NO! NO! Apparently, Nerva’s five points over Wonder Hanna have been depleted to three following the expiry of Wonder Hanna’s fuckhead period… I beliebve that makes Jessica Jenkins the highest ranked female!”

JPP – “WHOO!”

Malone – “And… and… oh my god, fifth and sixth place, Inmate and Archangel, they’ll have to team!”

JPP – “What about ze rest!?”

Malone – “We really don’t have time Jean Paul, my only suggestion would be to check out Asylum on the web for full listings of the ManHunt results, but for now… this was the Asylum, A.D. is your new title number one contender, thankyou, and goodnight!”