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"I'm
tearing away
Opening...
Downer.
"Downer"
By Nirvana hits. Villam enters with a slight limp and a white bandage
around his hand from Rave Caprino's assault with a nail and hammer two
Sundays ago. The crowd expresses their hate with such an intensity that
Villam actually breaks his deadpan expression to spit onto the canvas
before being handed a microphone. "What?"
Booing.
"What?"
Booing.
"What?"
Booing.
"Fuck
you." Villam
smiled. "Glad
you're happy. I'm so glad that watching me in pain gets you off. I'm so
glad that you enjoy seeing me hurt and suffer. I'm so glad that I put a
giggle in each of your filthy mouths. Well, you know what? Get
your dick out of the palm of your hand. Stopping diddling your clit.
Close your eyes and shut your fucking traps. Because,
I'm not affected by the events of last Sunday. Not one-fucking-bit. Nothing
Touches Me. Why? Because
I'm the God of fight. Why? Because
I'm still the double champion. Why? Because
I beat the shit into Token Weed and Hypnosis. Why? Because
Almighty loves me. Why? Because
I am better than each and every one of you. I'm
better than Impetigo. I'm better than Carnage. I'm better than Chris
Credible. I'm better than Inmate. I'm better than Archangel. I'm better
than Borst. I'm better than KVC. I'm better than MUD. I'm better than
LLB. I'm better than Mike Bear. I'm better than Sterling Silver. I'm
better than Synn. I'm better than AD. I'm better than fighters who have
been here forever. I'm better than these fresh faced rookie pieces of
shit that just stepped in here." Villam
nodded in agreement with himself even though the hatred still flowed
free about the arena. The crowd didn't seem to be believing him. Villam
looked around and shrugged... "Oh,
I see...Rave came out here about two Sunday's ago and beat me with a
hammer. Wow. He's great. He took a rusty nail and put it straight
through my hand to the other side. Wow. What a bad ass. Whatever. I
liked Rave's act better when it was called 'the Bob Villa show'. Ok...so
based on Sunday...he must be better than Villam Ender. Well, you know something? The
only reason Rave was able to get that close to me last Sunday was
because... ...I
let him. I'm
better than Rave Caprino." More
booing. Because it was all bullshit. Villam was slightly taken
back...then smiled. "Oh,
you don't believe me? Well, I guess there is nothing left for me to do
but PROVE IT TO YOU...." Villam
stalked around a bit before pausing and staring face first into the
camera.... "Tonight....I
will take on 3 men at once. First.
Impetigo. Impetigo,
you ugly piece of clam piss. You want this UK title? Come on, then!
Dirty fuckfaced, junkie. You've been walking around here getting off on
the smell of Hanna's ass for far too long. Like Eve, she has tricked you
into then you are good enough to even hold my dick while I piss. You
aren't shit. You may smell like shit. And look like shit. But, not even
the flies and other feces eating insects will go near you. At Mind
Games...I'm going to put an end to your little dream and crack you in
the fucking neck with Almighty. Second.
Rave
Caprino Yeah,
that's right you honkey fuck. You get the honor of stepping in the ring
with me. Not only that, you get to come in here and not look like a
total fuckwit. This is your chance, Rave. Don't fuck it up. Step out of
my shadow and become someone in the Asylum. Or
not. Fucking
queer. I warned you. But you didn't listen. You should've been long
gone, but no...instead you'd prefer for me to rip your spine out of your
back and shove it into your eye socket. And then when you're on the
ground crying like a little bitch. I'll lower my cock into quivering
mouth and gag you until my pubic hairs poke through that scrawny little
neck. Third.
Hypnosis That's
right, you whiney, bent little fuck. You get your return title shot. ...if
you show up." The
crowd threw trash and jeered...because that's all they could do.
Hypnosis is too busy in 21W with the Soul Survivor tournament. No way in
hell would he show up....and knowing Villam...that was the intention all
along. "First fall...for the UK title. Second fall...for the TV title. Now, I shall prove to you people...who is better than whom." "Downer"
by Nirvana bursted over the PA again and Villam left...having made quite
the challenge...and even though Hypnosis won't show up. Rave and
Impetigo will...
Testify.
If
Joe Campbell wanted it, he now had it. In a few short moments LLB would
step into the Asylum and battle Inmate during the ‘Mind Games’
Match. LLB
the first. There
was no backing down, no ifs, ands or buts. “That’s
fine.” LLB said to himself as he glanced into the washroom mirror
standing in front of him. “Time to testify Inmate... Joe... the Asylum
in general. And
then I’ll get what’s mine. A shot at the Championship. After all, it
only took three seconds to hand the Belt from A.D. to Borst.” ‘Law’
sank his head down, going into what looked to be a deep trance. “Let
the trial begin.” And
with that LLB lifted his head, eyes wide open, his deep brown iris
shooting holes into the mirror, directing right back at him. “Let
them all be proven... guilty!”
Broken Messages.
Lotus
was backstage preparing for her match. As she was lacing up her fighting
boots, a knock on the door rose her suspicion. She had told everyone
that knew her never to bother he before an important match. Regardless
she walked slowly towards the door and it swung open. “Hello
there sunshine.” Jessica Jenkins said with a wide smile. Lotus quickly
jolted into a defensive position and was ready to fight but Jessica
laughed and repeated, “Calm down.” She pulled out an envelope and
tossed it towards Lotus, laughing as she turned her back and left the
locker room. Lotus
picked up the envelope and looked inside which she found a small piece
of torn paper which only had a few lines. She pulled it out and read it: That was where it was cut off. First Lotus was quiet, worrying about what had happened to her grandfather that the clan back in China had to mail her, than anger rose inside Lotus’ chest. She dashed towards the door knowing Jessica would have the rest of it, that day her voice had been extremely weak, but as she reached the door she screamed at top of her lungs with fury, “COME BACK HERE JESSICA!”
It
was August 26th 2001 where the first
shocking shower scene
was recorded, humiliation ran down a small list of female roster’s
best, all three still in the Asylum (Nerva, ‘Ice Cold’ Steph Connor,
and Zoe Borst), because of this incident. It was recorded footage which
was forever remembered by Asylum marks, and if they ever wanted to see
it again. The perverts could simply just open up their favorite porn
providers and search for it. However,
this “Shocking Shower Scene” has re-emerged itself in 2002, morphing
and twisting itself to last week’s Sunday event. Lotus and Jessica
Jenkins are now added onto the list of the humiliated…but are they
going to be added to the best? Now
was the time for the aftershock, now was the time for what seems to be
the conclusion. Now was the time for revenge… Crawling
In The Dark" by Hoobustank played over the arena speakers as
Jessica Jenkins walked through the Mind Games curtains. She looked
confident and mentally prepared as she made her way down to the Asylum
cage, as she jumped in, she tried to ignore the cat calls and whistles
from the over excited fan but it got to her. “Shut
the fuck up you perverts,” she screamed at one fan. She snorted a
bundle of snot in her mouth and than spat it out at a fan carrying a
poster which said ‘The Movement to the Showers’. Suddenly,
“Triumph” by the Wutang Clan played replacing Jessica’s music.
Fans quickly rose and cheered, whistling and hooting the same way they
did with Jessica except with a sign of respect as Lotus came out of the
back. Her expression was full of anger and frustration, she ran down the
ramp and jumped over the cage, grabbing Jessica but the neck and
whipping her backwards before the bell even rung. Lotus
gripped onto Jessica’s arm and twisted it in a disgusting way that
made Jessica scream. Lotus shouted at Jessica, “What happened to my
grandfather!?” Jessica
screamed and didn’t answer. Instead she used her free hand to rake
Lotus in the eyes before kicking her in the stomach and executing a DDT
to the floor. Lotus flipped over onto her back and held her head in pain
as Jessica picked her up by her hair and threw her head first into the
Asylum cage, than again before gloating to the crowd which hated her. As
Jessica turned back around and expected Lotus to be down, however she
quickly jumped to her feet and swept Jessica’s legs under her than
jumping up with a knee which connected to Jessica’s rib cage. Lotus
quickly went back to business as she twisted Jessica’s arm back and
pulled it into a submission, the referee asked if Jessica wanted to
submit and Lotus kicked him over. “What did the letter say?” Lotus
screamed at Jessica. There
it had to be over. Jessica sat back and leaned against the cage
reassured that Lotus wouldn’t get up, the referee counted. 5…6…7-
Lotus
slowly began to move by the 6th count. She got on her hands and knees at
8 and jumped to the side of the Asylum cage, rising to her feet by 9.
The referee continued the bout and Jessica began to get frustrated. She
walked over to Lotus and kicked her knee, than locking it up for a
Russian leg sweep. Jessica than quickly got to kicking Lotus on her side
while taunting her with every kick: “Stupid-bitch!
Teach-you-to-fuck-ing-mess-with-“ Before
Jessica could finish the last word Lotus used her shin to block the kick
and than kicked the back of Jessica’s knee collapsing her forward.
Lotus slowly got up and with adrenaline on her side. As Jessica swung
around and threw a punch, Lotus grabbed her hand and flipped her over,
placing her entire weight on top of Jessica’s neck trying to make her
pass out. Jessica’s
eyes began to get groggy and she almost passed out but Lotus got off.
She picked up Jessica but her hair and tossed her at the side of the
Asylum cage where she began throwing rapid wing chun punches across
Jessica’s waist. When Lotus stopped, Jessica looked at Lotus and
coughed up blood before falling to the ground. Lotus
pulled Jessica’s head back and gripped it like she was going to break
her neck, turning it slowly. “What did the letter say Jessica? What
did it say!” Lotus screamed. Jessica refused to talk. Lotus elbowed
her in the back of the head, “I’ll break your neck!” “Okay!”
Jessica screamed as Lotus froze. Jessica started laughing again, saying
the words which shocked Lotus before passing out. “Your granddaddy’s
DEAD!” Winner: No Contest
Trojan?
Joe
Campbell wandered backstage, he’d been waiting for a long time now,
itching to see LLB and Inmate finally tear each other apart, slowly but
surely… the pieces of the plan were falling together; it seemed as
though Campbell always won in the end. Always. As
he took a seat and began to look at his watch, a pair of leopard skinned
boots came directly into his view, Joe knew that this was one of two
stereotypical people, it was a flagrant homosexual. Or
a wrestler. Joe
looked up. Tight
grey jeans. Unbuttoned
back shirt. Black
sunglasses. Green
and blonde hair. “Faggot.”
Joe uttered, before spotting two strands of black tape wrapped around
the man in questions wrists. “No
wait, wrestler.” Joe uttered again, finally looking the man in the
eye. “Nice
guess, but didn’t anyone tell you that appearances can be deceiving?
You know… just because somebody looks like something on the surface…
doesn’t mean that’s what they are.
Ever hear the term ugly on the inside?” The man voiced out. “Yeah,
I also heard the term “please please Mr. Campbell, give me a
contract… I suck your dong, love you long time.” Joe sneered. “There
you go again, you seem pretty keen to typecast me here… but I’m
afraid… the second guess wasn’t too far off the mark, I do want a
contract; I want to help.” The man replied. “Nope,
sorry… faggot applications are closed.” Joe said, looking up at the
man who’s expression remained flawless. The
figure removed his glasses, his face however, out of view. Joe
grimaced. “Erm,
yeah… freak applications are closed as well.” Joe sneered. “Interesting
isn’t it? First you have me down as some kind of sexual retard, then a
freak… funny how quickly things change, I could tell you a lot
about that; I could tell you about how I was once a rising star… and
that now I’m nothing but a burnt out ember, all thanks to the very
same sport you talk about destroying every week, well I can see why Joe,
I can see through your eyes, their entire show is nothing but lies…
they, are nothing but liars Joe.” The man continued. “You
know something mate… sorry, I didn’t catch yer’ name.” Joe
stopped. “Its
Kellen, but most people just call me Kinkade; Still living
in daddy’s shadow as always.” Kinkade fired back. “Oh,
ok… well Kinkade; I think I do have something for you, but this
isn’t run of the mill… this is something special, I think you’ll
like it… I’ve been contemplating it for quite some time, but I just
haven’t been able to find the man for the job… and you, well…
apart from that eye, you’re perfect.” Joe finished. “Story
of my life” Kinkade replied “So what’ve you got for me?” “Well,
I tell you what Kel… I’m gonna leave you with me number… but after
you walk through those doors tonight, we don’t ever meet again… not
face to face at least.” Joe stopped. “Fine
by me.” Kinkade grunted. “That’s
good, give me a call later tonight, we can discuss this some more.”
Joe finished, scrawling down his number on a small piece of paper,
before handing it to Kinkade, who said nothing more, turning his back on
Joe and walking away.
Crossing Paths.
“Daijoubu!”
Miyabita Hiryuu shouted as he opened up his locker room door and began
walking down the hall. Miyabita
could be searching for Milo Samus, who had ruined his tag team match
with Pain and Suffering last week. He
could be searching for Clayton Richler and Drake Kerrigan, his two hated
rivals. But, he wouldn’t be doing that without his tag team partner,
Itsu, would he? So, he’s probably just going to get a drink. As
Miyabita turned the corner, he was unpleasantly surprised. It was none
other than Clayton Richler and Drake Kerrigan, the team of Pain and
Suffering… the last two guys Miyabita wanted to run into. “Well…
hey!” Clayton rammed his index finger into Miyabita’s chest,
stopping him in his tracks. Miyabita
tried to walk away, knowing that he didn’t have much of a chance
against both of them… but the six-foot-seven-inch Drake Kerrigan
blocked his path. “You
know, it’s funny… we were just looking for you!” Clayton told
Miyabita with a huge grin on his face. “… Got the book, Drake?” Drake
nodded as he opened up his gym bag and took out a small, navy blue
paperback and began thumbing through it. “I’ve
got some things to say to you, little buddy. But… you know, with you
being an illiterate gook and all, that’s just not easy.” Clayton
chuckled at his offensive comment. “So, being the genius that I am…
I managed to devise a brilliant plan so you’ll know just what I think
about you.” Clayton glanced over at Drake. “Drake, translate…
please.” Drake
continued to thumb through the little book. “Hajimemashite… hikaru…
halisen…” Translation:
“Nice to meet you, sparkling paper fan.”
Miyabita
gave a confused look and tried to force himself out of the way, but
Drake once again blocked his path. “Hey…
are you sure you got that right, Drake?” Clayton asked. Drake
shook his head. “I dunno’, Clay. I’m not so sure if this was a
good idea, after all. Let’s just kick his ass!” “NO!”
Clayton shouted in Drake’s face. “I want this little prick to hear
what I have to say, damn it!” “Alright
then! Just say it!” Drake yelled at Clayton. Clayton
looked down at Miyabita. “Listen, you little shit! You and your
pansy-assed little partner decide to suddenly appear in the Asylum and
fuck with us!? NO! We run the show here! Not you two little shitheads!
So--” “WAIT!…”
Drake cut Clayton off as he searched through the book frantically.
“Wait, Clay… I’m losing track now…” “You
really are a world-class interpreter, Drake.” Clayton sighed.
“Alright, man… just translate what I said, then.” Drake
squinted as he tried to read the pages. “Kuso… yamete… oshiri…
itai… fakku… arigatou… gozaimasu… baka!” Translation:
“Damn. Stop, my ass hurts. Fuck. Thank you very much, retard!”
Clayton
looked down at Miyabita, who was clearly becoming very angry. “Yeah,
that had to be about right. He seems to be getting really mad.” Miyabita
knocked the book out of Drake’s hands and tried to run away, but
Clayton grabbed ahold of him. “NO! I’m not through with you yet, ya’
filthy fuckin’ chink.” Clayton hauled Miyabita back in front of him.
“Translate that, Drake.” “I
don’t think he’s Chinese, Clay.” Drake stated as he picked the
book up off the ground. Clayton
glared down at Miyabita. “Oh yeah, you’re right, Drake… he’s a
filthy fuckin’ Jap.” Clayton
and Drake simultaneously erupted in uproarious laughter as Miyabita
simply stood there, staring at them with sheer resentment. Clayton
turned to Miyabita once again. “Hahaha… yeah, well… look,
asshole… it wasn’t a good idea to fuck with us, okay?” Clayton
said as he poked his finger in Miyabita’s chest. “If you want to
survive in the Asylum, you’d have an easier job screwing with Mega Job
or something. I hope you’re heeding my words, you little prick…
because next time you piss me off, I’ll kill you and your
son-of-a-bitch brother.” Clayton
then shoved Miyabita into the wall and walked away. Drake nodded his
head and began to follow him, until Clay turned around. “What’re you
doing? TRANSLATE!” Drake
sighed. “… Christ…” He turned around and opened up the book
again. “Kusotare…
fakku… damare… darashinai… douseiai… chikushoume…” Translation:
Asshole. Fuck. Be quiet, slut. Homosexual love. Son of a bitch.
Drake
threw the book back into his gym bag and began to walk away, but he
didn’t get far, as Miyabita knocked him down to the floor with a
resounding spinning heel kick to the back of his head. Miyabita
then made a run at Clayton, but Clay turned around in time to
clothesline Miyabita down to the floor. “YOU
STUPID LITTLE SHIT!” Clayton yelled as he grabbed a steel chair from
the hallway and began to crack it off of Miyabita’s head and body. After
beating on Miyabita for a while, Clayton finally decided to throw the
chair down and walk over to the recovering Drake. Clayton helped him up.
"Forty
Six and Two" by Tool came over the pa system as they looked towards
the entrance way, letting out their early aggression against the man
that was standing before them. The memory riden Providence. He
made his way down to the Asylum cage slowly, but surely, taking in
everything at surrounded him. It was his first time inside the cage, and
it was sure to be an experience to be remembered. "Smoke
two Joints" by Sublime came over the pa system, disrupting the
fading Tool song, as the fans looked towards the entrance ramp. Cheno
recieved some mix responses before he walked out from the back, holding
the bong up to a cheep pop. He made his way down to the ring, and
cautiously made his way inside the cage. Providence
however didn't want to wait for any signal, immediatly hooked Cheno from
his front side, trying to belly to belly him back onto the steel cage,
and maybe even over the top for a quick win. Cheno however was able to
block it, and slammed his elbow down onto the back of Providence's neck,
breaking the hold. Providence backed up, clutching his neck, as when he
turned around, Cheno laid in on him with the vicious rising clothesline,
Clearin' da Funken Table. Providence
bounced backwards, landing on his back, but quickly got to his feet.
Cheno looked down to his side and picked up the bong. He looked over to
Providence and swung wildly, which lead to a gasp from the crowd. Providence
was able to side step, hooking Cheno from behind, and pulling him
backwards closer and closer to the steel cage. Then, Providence thrusted
himself back, russian leg sweeping Cheno's back into the steel cage. He
screamed out "FUNK MANG," as he crumpled to the cage floor. One...
Two...
Three...
Providence
grabbed Cheno up from the ground by his blue fro, and then caught him
with a couple of right hands, while holding Cheno's hair still in his
left hand. Cheno tried to bounce back and fall back down to the mat, but
Providence's grip was like a stronghold. Providence threw another right,
but Cheno was able to jab Providence in the gut, breaking the hold.
Cheno then went for a wild right, but Providence ducked underneath, and
hooked Cheno into a full nelson. Providence tried to take Cheno down to
the mat for the Cleansing, but Cheno kept blocking it. Cheno's
face cringed as he looked forward, trying to throw Providence over his
back. That wasn't going to work. Cheno then decided to thrust his head
backwards, nailing Providence in the temple and sending him breaking out
of the hold. Providence bounced around, holding his head, as Cheno
reared back, and caught him with a vicious front side kick, aka the Needle
Jab. Providence fell to the mat like a bag of bricks. One....
Two.....
Three....
Four....
Providence
began to stir, getting to his knees, as Cheno came over. He went to grab
Providence up, but he caught him with a few right hands in the
midsection, and then picked Cheno up off the mat with his shoulder. He
held Cheno up, and then threw him down in a vicious variation of a
spinebuster. Cheno laid out on the mat, turning himself to hold his
head. Providence didn't let the referee start his count though. He
dropped down, and locked in the fujiwara armbar, causing Cheno to cry
out in pain. The
referee checked Cheno, making sure he didn't want to give up the match,
and each time he said no, Providence locked the hold in stronger,
causing Cheno to cry out in one of his many explicitives. He tried
reaching back and pulling Providence's hair, but it was too far away for
Cheno to reach. And with this attempt, Providence pulled back again,
causing Cheno to cry out again. "FUNK MANG!" was a phrase that
was heard alot during this match. Cheno
lowered his head, and then pulled out a pipe with his free hand. The
crowd thought he was going to use it to burn Providence away, but
instead, he just smoked up and put it away. The crowd then let out one
of those silent gasps, which confused Cheno, until he brought his pipe
back out. Then, with his automatic flame inside the pipe, he pushes it
over towards Providence, which causes his hand to reach in dropping the
hold. Providence bounced back a bit, his hand burned to a first degree
burn as he shook it in the air to relieve his small pain. Cheno then
looked back up at Providence, who was holding his hand in pain, and
shruged. He then lit up with his left hand, which was still good after
the arm bar. As
Cheno got to his feet, Providence charged, causing Cheno to duck out of
the way. Providence then used the cage as a spring, pressing his foot
against it and come back at the unknowing Cheno. He hooked him around
the waist, and pulled him over in a vicious german suplex, sending Cheno
landing on the back of his neck, and most importantly, his right
shoulder. Cheno yell out in pain as his pipe went flying out of the
cage. As
Cheno was reaching out for his pipe, Providence came over, and began to
stomp away at his right shoulder. With each stomp, Cheno winced.
Providence wouldn't let up, as he dropped down, and tried to hook in the
Fujiwara armbar again, but Cheno was able to turn onto his stomach, and
eye rake Providence backwards. Cheno was able to get to his feet, and
immediatly went for a wild right hook, but Providence ducked underneath,
hooking Cheno in an uranage position. Then he lifted him, and threw him
down in the Fall, making sure to land the move as much as he
could on Cheno's right shoulder. Cheno
laid crumpled on the mat as Providence looked down at his handy
work. Two...
Three...
Four....
Five...
Six....
Seven...
And
at seven, Cheno used his left hand to hooked Providence, and take him
down to the mat as well. Providence was standing overtop Cheno, looking
down, and didn't expect it, as Cheno rolled over on top and pounded away
at him with vicious left hands. Providence
was fresher though, and able to thrust forward with his hands, sending
Cheno off, and back first into the cage. Providence was quick to react,
locking Cheno against the fence, holding him up there, as he took a
couple shots. Then, as Cheno was lying there, Providence kicked him
square in the genitals, as he hooked him down below for a powerbomb.
Cheno however, desperately was reaching for anything before being lifted
up, and grabbed ahold of his trust bong. Providence lifted Cheno up into
the air, bong and all, as he positioned Cheno above the edge of the
Asylum Cage. He was going for the Schism. Cheno however, had
other ideas, as he thrusted the bong forward, and nailed Providence in
the skull, shattering the bong. Providence
fell backwards, as Cheno reached down with his bad shoulder, and hooked
the cage, making sure he stayed in. However, this caused Cheno to cry
out in agony, dropping him to his knees. Slowly,
he grabbed Providence up by his hair, and slowly drug him over to the
Asylum Cage. Slowly, the both climbed up to the top, as Cheno lifted
Providence up, but it was with his right shoulder. Cheno was going for Sucks
to be You, but Providence's Armbars must have taken everything out
of Cheno strength wise in his right arm. Winner: Providence via Ringout
Insurance Mechanism.
"That
idiot. What the fuck is he thinking?" Impetigo turned to Wonder
Hanna. Hanna shrugged and returned to her bottle of water... "I'm
gonna take a piss...be right back" Impetigo
open the door and took off for the bathroom. Not known to the Imp
however was a certain Villam Ender...just around the corner and now
entering his lookeroom... "What-?
VILLAM!?" Hanna opened her mouth to scream but Villam as fast as
ever sealed her trap shut with his hand. In defense she bit into the
palm of his hand...and he smiled. Villam grabbed her around the neck
sealing her voice box and slammed her head one time, but most violently
against the wall. And that knocks her completely out. A
whistling from the hall. Impetigo obviously. Impetigo
opens the door and is speared by Villam in the doorway! Villam pounds
away at Impetigo's face until he bleeds...Villam gets off of Impetigo
and wait for him to get to his feet...WHAM! Uppercut into the ball sack.
Villam walks over to a table and with a sweep of his arms he clears off
all the crackers and fruit. Villam
walks over to Impetigo and on his way to the table he slams his face
into the walls, then upon arrival...slams his face into the table!
Villam rolls a beat Impetigo onto the table and goes around the corner
to pick up...Almighty. Oh
yea...and a Steel chair. Placing
the steelchair on Impetigo's face, Villam slams Almighty into the chair
viciously...crushing Impetigo's face underneath. Again and again the
sledgehammer sloppily slides off of the steelchair. Villam stops and
wipes his brow...smiling at the unconscious body of Impetigo. "Good
luck tonight, champ."
The resemblance is uncanny!
Joe
Campbell sat in his office, going over some papers and whatnot. He was
strongly considering upon taking a nap or something, but then, THEY
appeared. Mega
Job. The Epic Tag Team. "Hey,
Campbell, esse! Hi!" Janito said, in his squeaky voice. Joe
blinked, and looked up from his position, and he saw Janito standing
there with his hand raised, and a book tucked under his arm. Beef stood
next to him, looking all big and heroic-like. Meanwhile, Steve was...
somewhere. "Well,
Janito and I, we were looking through the internet, and we met this guy.
His name was Chuck. Chuck was being this big meaniehead and stuff and
was bashing the Nuthouse. And when the members of the Nuthouse rebutted,
his only form of rebuttal was to call everyone overrated and use
childish insults." Beef said. "That's
great, bu-" Joe tried, but it was no use, becase Beef was sure as
hell not finished. "So,
Janito and I watched in amazement as he proceeded to do something called
"Spam". I don't know why "spam" can be a verb, I
thought it was some kind of mystery, inedible meat or something. But
anyway, he spammed it by saying that you looked like Gavin Rossdale and
some guy named 'Paul D'. I mean, does this REALLY look like you?!"
Beef asked, holding up a comparison photo of Gavin Rossdale, compared to
Joe Campbell. "Who
the fuck is Gavin Rossdale, anyway?" There
was a brief pause. "Well,
you know! He's the lead singer of that band! You know, that band! That
does stuff? They sang that song, uh... MOTORHEAD!" Beef suggested. ".....I
thought that was the name of some band." Joe rebutted. "Well,
CURSES. Come on, Janito, we have some butts to kick and stuff."
Beef said. "fuUK?"
Steve asked. There
was another brief pause. "Oh
wait, yeah, I forgot. Heh. Silly us, thinking we'd actually beat
Syndication. Must be all of the people who IM me and tell me that we'll
win the titles. Like that Tyler Walsh guy, or that Eric Chad guy!
Wooyeah." And
with that, Mega Job left. After
running over a guy who was setting up the schedule for the night.
Insurance Mechanism 2.
A
cloth to wrap around the hand - 10$ A
bucket of rubber based adhesive - 30$ 8
Empty broken bottles of gin put in a bag - 50$ The
shimmering look of a fist dipped in glue and glass? - Priceless. The
knowledge that you have beaten Rave Caprino's face to ribbons and he
won't be attending the match?
Drugs are bad?
Hans
entered his locker room, and looked around. Adam hadn't arrived yet, and
Hans smiled to himself. He extracted the bottle of powerful pain-killing
pills, and eyed them. "To
imagine, something so small can be so...effective." said Hans,
smiling. He opened the bottle of pills, and took out three of them.
"I vant to make sure ve vin this round easily..." said Hans,
downing the pills.
Two
months. Two
months of insults. Two
months of offbeat shenanigans. Two
months of proverbial mud-slinging. To
some fighting fans, Mega Job did not belong in the Asylum, they belonged
in some mental ward, far, far away from a fighting ring. Or maybe even
back in Beefville, which was in Wisconsin or whereever the fuck the city
was supposed to be. And
they were wrestlers, something that Joe Campbell hated very, very much. But
for some reason, some god forsaken reason that not even the closest
friends of Joe Campbell could understand, Mega Job were not only allowed
to stay, but they were given airtime on the Sunday Show. And for week
after week, Mega Job proceeded to insult and slanderize the entire
wrestling community, taking pot shots at the fans Wrestling
organization, 21st Century Wrestling, jOlt Wrestling, United Kingdom
Wrestling, and other respectable wrestling establishments. You
would think that Syndication would be proud of them. But they're just as
annoyed at them as anyone would. Because Mega Job had repeatedly made
fun of them, be it from Adam Nowell's eyebrow piercings to Hans
Krueger's accent, they had pissed off Syndication in a manner that they
weren't expecting. Sheer
annoyance. "Weapon
of Choice" hit. The
large mass of female fans began to cheer, as though not everyone liked
Mega Job, they were far more likable than Syndication were in this
contest. Out they came, and this time, they were about as dressed for
life-and-death combat as they could be. No wigs, no masks, no
odd-looking outfits, just their normal bodysuits. They entered the
Asylum ring and waited for their opponents to enter the ringside area. Pyro
exploded, nearly causing Janito to jump into Beef's arms, but he
remained cool, calm, and collected. Somewhat. The
Asylum Team Champions had arrived. Krueger
and Nowell were showered by boos and what appeared to be styrofoam cups
as they made their way to the cage, Asylum Team Titles strapped around
their waists. They were looking rather big and scary. They
entered the cage. The
bell rang. Mega
Job immediately bailed out of the cage. It
would've been a Ringout loss for Mega Job, and it would've saved Mega
Job from having to fight Syndication, but there was one small problem to
their idea. This
particular match's stipulations did not include Ringouts. And
with that, Syndication jumped out of the cage and attacked Mega Job from
behind. The
match had broken down already and it hadn't even started. Beef had been
paired off with Krueger, while Janito paired off with Nowell. And quite
obviously, when you have a pair of kickboxers fighting a pair of
"wannabe superheroes"(as Pain and Suffering called them),
generally, the kickboxers win. THUD.
THUD. A
hard pair of kicks, almost performed in stereo by Krueger and Nowell,
connect to the heads of both members of Mega Job. They fell over, and
Nowell and Krueger began to pound on their respective member of Mega
Job. They would've kept on doing this, but they got bored and with a
grunt, Krueger lifted Beef up in a gorrilla press and threw him back
into the Asylum. Krueger started to slowly climbed back into the Asylum, but then, an obnoxious male fan yelled at him from ringside. "HEY,
YOU PUSSY-FOOTED MOTHERFUCKING FUCKHEAD! I'LL FUCKING KICK YOUR
MOTHERFUCKING ASS!" shouted the whiny, yet small fan, who was
sporting a shirt that said "Mr. Big Show". Krueger
looked at the fan, a confused look on his face. Partially because the
fan was male in a mostly-female crowd, and partially because the fan was
trying to piss off Hans Krueger of all people. "Vat
ze fuck?" "YEAH!
YOU FUCKTARD! I'LL FUCKING KICK YOUR ASS, YOU HEAR ME, DIPSHI-" THWACK. Silenced:
One Mr. Big Show. Courtesy:
One Dresden Powerhouse. Byebye.
Satisfied
at what he had done, Krueger climbed back into cage. But there was one
problem. The distraction by Mr. Big Show had given Beef the opportunity
to recover. When Krueger entered the ring, he was met by a boot in the
gut. KICK
WHAM STUNNER! The
crowd exploded in a frenzy of cheers, as Beef managed some offense on
the German brawler. He used to cage wall to get to his feet, and shook
the cobwebs from his head. Krueger got to his feet, but Beef began to
show him with right hands to the forehead of Krueger. Once Beef had
Krueger as stunned as he liked him to be, he went for a jumping
roundhouse kick. Pork
Rind Infinity. Misses.
Yakuza
kick. Does
not miss. Beef
fell to the canvas from the impact of Krueger's kick, but before Krueger
could do anything else, El Janito and Adam Nowell had found their way
back into the Asylum. This temporarilly got Krueger's attention, but
something else would get his attention. A
SMALL PACKAGE BY BEEF! ......
...too
bad that there are no such things as pinfalls in the Asylum. Krueger
wiggled out of his position, the look on his face suggested bewilderment
more than anything. Beef
looked at the ref, wondering where the three count was. As he did so,
Krueger and Nowell began to double-team Janito by hammering on him with
repeated fists to the back. He screamed out to Beef in his high-pitched,
squeaky voice. "AH!
BEEF! HELP!" Hearing
this, Beef pulled Nowell off of Janito and shook his finger at him like
he's telling Nowell not to be a naughty boy. THUD. And
just like that, Nowell decked Beef, knocking him flat down and out.
Feeling that maybe their fists were not enough for the job at hand,
Nowell ducked to the outside and grabbed a few key items. Hey,
kids! Tell your parents! This is a recipe for UTTER CHAOS! Take
two chairs. Throw them into the Asylum with three bodies. Mix
and boil with a baseball bat. Add
some seasoning(in our case, a table). And
finally, add a cherry on top(in this case, Nowell had managed to find a
sheet of glass and he carefully placed it into the Asylum). Serves
four. Nowell
reentered the Asylum, but as he did so, he witnessed a single act by El
Janito that could have potentially changed the swing of the match. He
kicked Hans Krueger in the nutsack. And
at that very moment, Carnage decided to enter the Asylum. He came
through the crowd and came up right behind Krueger, before picking up
one of the chairs Nowell had left. Nowell was too busy with Beef to
notice. As Krueger turned around, he was face-to-face with Carnage. THWWWWACK!
CRASH! An
absolutely vicious chairshot to Krueger's skull sends him barrelling
face-first into the sheet of glass! The crowd goes INSANE, as Krueger
had been cut open by the glass! A small, but noticable "CAR-NAGE!"
chant rings out in Enron Field. Carnage,
though, didn't stick around, as he immediately hopped over the cage wall
and left through the crowd to escape. But meanwhile, with Hans Krueger
down, this meant that Adam Nowell was left against two standing members
of Mega Job. Nowell
went for a high crescent kick to Janito's head, but Janito somehow
managed to duck the kick, and when Nowell swung his body around from the
kick, Beef was there. THUD. A single punch from Beef causes the fans to erupt in cheers, as Nowell staggers and turns around, toward Janito. A
punch from Janito further sends the crowd into a frenzy, before Janito
took down Nowell in a double leg takedown and stomped on his groin,
before he stepped over Nowell's body, exposing Nowell's genitals. Beef
leapt up to the top of the cage and began to enact one of the stupidest
acts in Asylum history. Janito
looked at Beef with a crazed, glazed-over look in his eyes. "WHAT
ARE YOU DOING?!" Beef
returned the look to Janito. "WHAT
ARE *YOU* DOING?!?!" Beef
leapt off. THUD. Headbutt
to the testicles. With
Nowell in great pain and holding his nuts, Beef slowly got to his feet.
Meanwhile, Janito began to do some kind of war dance. but he tripped,
stumbled, recovered, and finished the war dance. As he turned to face
Beef, Beef shoved Janito. "JANITO!"
"What?!"
Beef
pointed at the table that Nowell had brought into the ring a moment ago.
"GET
THE OVERUSED, YET OBVIOUSLY DESTRUCTIVE WOODEN PRE-CUT OBJECTS OF
*DEATH*!" Janito
looked at Beef, rather confused. "Huh?"
"...nevermind."
Beef said, before grabbing the table and setting it up in the middle of
the cage. Krueger had gotten back to his feet at this time, but Beef saw
him and caught him with a Cactus Clothesline, taking himself and Krueger
to the outside of the cage. This
left Janito alone with Nowell. Janito
stomped on Nowell's nuts again before he tossed Nowell onto the table,
and leapt up on top of the cage wall. Then, Steve tossed something in
Janito's direction. A
bottle in a paper bag. Immediately,
Janito took the bottle out, revealing it to be tequila. Janito poured
the volatile alcoholic beverage into his mouth before dropping the
bottle on the outside, breaking the glass. Janito leapt off. Five
Tequila Frog Splash. CRASH! Misses.
The
crowd simultaneously let out a groan of disappointment, as Nowell had
gotten to his feet long before Janito had even leapt off. The tequila
had apparently interfered with Janito's judgment. Nowell pulled Janito
to his feet and scooped him up before he wandered over to the glass
shards from Krueger's earlier mishap. THUD! Final
Chapter into the shards of glass! Blood
starts to come out of the top of Janito head, as one of the shards of
glass had apparently cut him open. The match was now even and it was
between Adam Nowell and Beef. The fans were now concerned, as Krueger
and Beef were now exchanging punches on the outside. Well,
except that Krueger was kicking his ass and that Beef was trying to
punch Krueger in the knees. This
would have continued, had it not been for a well-placed Oddjob. Steve
tossed Oddjob at Krueger, stunning Krueger long enough for Beef to leap
back up to his feet and land the Pork Rind Infinity to Krueger's face to
knock him down! As Steve recovered Oddjob, Beef quickly reentered the
cage and surprised Nowell with a clubbing forearm. Janito
got to his feet and picked up a steel chair. Beef
picked up another one behind Nowell. Jobber
Owl Buster. THWACK! Misses.
The
impact of both chairs hitting each other cause both Beef and Janito to
let go, and with that, Nowell grabbed Janito by his long hair and tossed
him out of the Asylum! Nowell
turned around and started to nail Beef's ribs with alternating kicks to
the ribs, which stunned Beef enough for Nowell to go for the Final
Chapter. But Beef slipped out behind Nowell! He spun Nowell around and
landed the Piebuster before standing at Nowell's head. The
crowd erupted. They knew what was coming. Beef
threw his kneepad into the crowd and ran against the cage walls, but as
he was hopping, he noticed two strange things. 1) Nowell wasn't there
any more. 2) Krueger was looking all big and scary-like in front of him.
THWACK. Dresden
Powerhouse. Thanks
for playing. With
Beef down, Nowell stacked two chairs into Beef's face and grabbed the
baseball bat. WHACK. WHACK.
WHACK. WHACK.
TWWWWAAAACK! An
absolutely vicious string of loud shots to the chairs, and thus, Beef's
head are heard throughout Enron Field, as the crowd is now hushed to a
silence. Nowell kicked off the chairs in Beef's face, and the
now-apparent flow of blood came out of Beef's skull. The
bell rang. The
carnage was over. Winners: Syndication
Love and Affectation?
Karmyn[Angel]
was walking around the backstage area with the sole intention of finding
someone. Ever since last week, when she had been ogled by Kontan, she
had been in search of one man. "Hiya,
Milo…" Milo Samus looked up at the small woman standing before
him. "What's up?" "Karmyn,
right?" Karmyn nodded. "Just
getting some shit ready for later." He motioned towards the chairs.
Karmyn giggled and slowly stepped in closer to Milo, who was
bare-chested. At
first, Milo was unsure as to what he should do, but nontheless he let
Karmyn in close. "Y'know,
ever since I first saw you..." Karmyn traced her finger down the
middle of Milo's chest. "I thought you were kinda cute." Milo
smirked, placing his hands onto Karmyn's hips. "Is that so?" Both
slowly moved their heads closer together, and began to kiss. Milo was
enjoying it until he felt a sharp pain in his groin. His genital region
had been violently groped by the seemingly harmless Karmyn. "What
the fuck? I'm not into that S&M shit!" Milo yelled, shoving her
hand away. Karmyn
shoved Milo against the white wall. "Because
of you," Karmyn explained, "I had two Japanese perverts bust
into my dressing room while I was naked." Karmyn
was fuming, but Milo was only minding his testicles. "Just
stay the fuck out of my way bitch..." he said, shoving her out of
his face. "I've got more important things to look after then some
little cock tease."
This
infuriated Karmyn even more. "COCK
TEASE? BITCH?" Karmyn yelled "I AM NOT YOUR BITCH!" It
was obvious Karmyn was furious. She took a few short steps and then
kicked the stack of chairs, sending them crashing to the floor. "Yeah,
whatever." Milo smirked, and began to restack the chairs; ignoring
the ranting which was taking place. "Yeah
well... punk music blows!" Karmyn added in as one last attempt to
anger him. When Milo didn't bite, she walked away angry, yet defeated.
"Downer"
by Nirvana filled the PA. People filled the arena with hate for the
second time tonight. And Villam Ender entered the arena for the first
time with a cocky look on his face. Both titles on his person? Of
course. Carrying Almighty? Of course. Villam strode down to the steps
and before entering the Asylum he took a long look at the crowd before
asking for a microphone. "Well...now
all we have to do is wait for my opponents......" Villam
hopped over the wire mesh dropping all of his things on the
mat...officials hurried along and picked up the belts and leaving
Almighty. Murmuring broke out over the fan in attendance. "Why
Villam so happy?" - "Where is Rave" - "Where is
Impetigo?" - "Will Hypnosis show up"? Five whole minutes
of wasted on air PPV time. Villam called for a microphone. "It
appears that my opponents are a no show. I wonder... What
could have possible become of them?" Villam
smiled. "Oh,
well. I guess I have NO CHOICE but to declare myself...WINNER BY FORFEIT
and STILL DOUBLE CHAMPION!!.....VILLAM END-" "I
AMMM HATEEED" The
marks cheer and Villam shits a brick. Best laid plans. Laid to waste. Rave
Caprino ran into the Asylum, his face bandaged over the eye and his
cheek and chin speckled with small cuts. Villam
swung almighty... AND
A MISS!! By
the time Villam turned around he was already being hammered by Rave
Caprino's punches. Villam dropped Almighty during the pummeling and Rave
saw his chance! A kick square in the nuts. Rave
picked up Almighty...Villam slowly got to feet and got jabbed in the
ribs with his own beloved weapon of destruction. Rave spit on Villam and
kicked him the face and followed through swinging Almighty and nailing
Villam in the shin! Villam dropped to the mat rubbing his dinged shin
and Rave got to stomping on his ribs.... "Conserve"
By Big D and the Kids tables. The
crowd went into an uproar as bad just got worse for Villam Ender.
Impetigo slowly limbed to the ring...noticeably absent of Wonder Hanna.
Impetigo joined in with the stomping and both Rave and Impetigo beat the
shit into Villam! The crowd was on their feet as Villam was finally
getting what he deserved! Rave ceased his attack and left the ring... Ring
Out? Apparently
not. Imp
however pulled Villam to his feet and force-fed his head to the canvas
with a DDT. Villam slowly got back to feet... SUPERKICK~!
Imp
stood over Villam trash talking as the ref began to count. 1.
2.
SMACK~!
Steelchair
shot from Rave. To
Impetigo? Impetigo
rubbed his neck and turned around..."What the fuck,
Rave?"...WHAM! Kick in the nuts! And the crowd cheers? Rave gave
Imp the finger and lifted the chair for another whack on the head. But
not before a hand went between Rave's Legs and Squeezed. "AHHH,
FUCK!" "Heh,
Heh, Heh" Villam
Ender. Villam
twisted and crushed and as Rave dropped the chair to turn around...Villam
turned around with him. Rave
let out a yelp that was soon silence as Villam locked in the half-nelson
sleeper "Beautiful Dreamer". During this time however
Imp had gotten to his feet and charged Villam from behind...Villam
ducked and dodged out of the way leaving Imp to slam Rave in the back of
the head with a short arm clothesline. Imp
looked down in surprise as Rave sprung back to his feet...Rave got in
Imp's face telling him to leave the Asylum. And Imp got in Rave's
face...yelling back at him.... WHAM~!
Rave.
Fist to Impetigo's face. WHAM~!
Villam
Ender. Steelchair to Rave's Cranium. Villam
gloated and strutted around as both men were down and the ref was
counting away. 1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
The
crowd couldn't believe this...Villam was going to 6.
7.
"Come
With Me" (Hypnotic Mix) by Puff Daddy Mother
fucker. Hypnosis
Worse
turned Shitty. Those
in attendance ignites into a cheers and Hypnosis makes his way down to
the ring. Villam swings the steelchair and for the second time tonight
his misses! Hypnosis goes to work with punches and kicks...cross body
chops which make the fans go "WHOO"...Suplex! Villam
got to his feet... ROCK
BOTTOM~!? Villam
got to his feet... KICK
WHAM STUNNER~!? Hypnosis
pulled Villam up by his legs... WALLS
OF JERICHO~!? Hypnosis
was pulling off every WWF signature move in the book and the crowd was
loving it. RAVEN
EFFECT~! Villam
could barely stand as Hypnosis set Villam up... KNOCKED
THE FUCK OUT~! Not
a WWF signature but painful all the same. Hypnosis smiled, spit in
Villam's face, kicked him the balls for like the 3rd time tonight and
gave the ref the finger...leaving the Asylum. Like a fucking bad ass. Impetigo
got up...seeing his chance...and locked Villam in the Crippler Crossface!
Villam began tapping in no time! The 1st fall and the UK title would be
rewarded to Impetigo! The crowd cheered...as the ref handed Impetigo the
UK title...but not for long as Rave had by that time come to his senses
and was well pissed. Impetigo turned around and caught a spikey forearm
from Rave. Rave connected with hooks and jabs knocking Impetigo to the
ground, Rave grabbed the already dented steelchair and put it on top of
Impetigo's face...and proceeded to give him a good Skullfucking. Rave
went crazy at the sight of blood as he lifted the chair off of Imp. He
yelled some nonsense and lifted Impetigo up and out of the
ring...throwing the UK title belt after him. Rave turned around and
pounded the steelchair on the ground several times, pointing at Villam...
He
would be the next to get his Skull fucked. Villam got to his feet and
thought of exiting the ring...but that would cost him the match and
Impetigo was like...RIGHT there. Villam charged at Rave and got nailed
with the steelchair. Rave sat on Villam's chest, pinning his arms down
and proceeded to... Speak
of the Devil. Winner
and NEW U.K. Champion: Impetigo via Submission
“Forfeit
the game The
crowd erupted, for it was time. As
“Points of Authority” by Linkin Park surfaced on the p.a. system, so
too did LLB, blasting through the curtain wearing his game face… he
was well and truly ready for the war ahead. For
Roland Miles Ermann, this would be his first ever true glimpse at glory,
he’d been in the Asylum before but never yet had a set goal been
dangled before him, this time it was simple, a win tonight… and he
would main event at Fight.Hell.II in a few short months. This
thought however, was resting in the heads of 27 other individuals who
were all contemplating the same personal glory, 26 of them… and their
order of entry, were completely secret, one this was however… for
certain, and had been for weeks. As
LLB hit the Asylum and warmed up, “I Disappear” by Metallica hit the
speakers, and the crowd were once again on their feet, the loved, then
loathed… and now loved again Inmate bursting through the curtain. Inmate
paused briefly at the top of the aisle, LLB stopped what he was doing
and glared up at him, this was Hogan Vs Rock at Wrestlemania, or at
least the reaction would’ve have been similar, were the attending
crowd not somewhat depleted. 30,000
had packed the 40,000 capacity stadium, Asylum hadn’t made a sellout
and the reasons for which were elementary, Nerva had made sure of it…
women only. Very few men
were in attendance on the night, and those that were spent a lot of time
dodging insults. Inmate
finally reached the Asylum, securing his gloves with some tape, he
clambered up the steps and closed the small Asylum door behind him, this
was it… the culmination of Joe Campbell’s weeks of plotting was
about to occur, Inmate Vs LLB, no holds barrer, it was on. The
bell rang. Inmate
and LLB stood nose to nose. And
smiled. Somewhere,
Joe Campbell was blowing a gasket. Inmate
and LLB turned, they turned to face the top of the aisle and defiantly
watched the two minute clock tick down, the reactions in the arena were
very differential, some people cheered the genius of it, other blood
thirsty fans attending set out booing the two, regardless… a minute of
peace ran down, and the next man arrived. And
a breach of the peace, would now be a certainty. “Too
late too tell me it's over now “Gets
me through” by Ozzy. Mike
Bear. Bear
wasn’t wasting any time, despite Inmate’s recent recapture of
morals, he’d still given Bear a hard time during his early Asylum
career, and this was comeuppance. BAM! A
solid right hook to the jaw sent Inmate tumbling backwards, a second
shortly after connecting with the top of his skull, Bear… for lack of
better term, was kicking ass, a third and fourth set of punches sunk in,
catching out Inmate completely and knocking him back onto his rear. THUD. CRUNCH~!
Erroneous
Conclusion. Bear
stumbled back, the blow despite being hefty had been delivered early,
and wasn’t enough to take Bear out, regardless… it’d certainly
knocked the wind out of him, and as LLB got to his feet, Bear stumbled
backwards clutching his ribs, straight into the arms of a waiting
Inmate. T-Bone
suplex. Out
of the Asylum. LLB
& Inmate: 1. Rest
of the Asylum: 0. And
a certain sign to Joe Campbell, that his plan was failing badly, LLB and
Inmate once again waited, the clock ticking down from two minutes once
more as an extremely pissed off Bear struggled to escape the clutches of
officials, the only advantage for the next man to walk through the
curtain, was to know that he would be facing two men, and not one. That,
and a score to settle. “Testify”
by Rage Against The Machine. Fear. Mike
Bear’s massive partner in crime calmly strode from behind the curtain,
Bear broke free from security and approached him, delivering a few
choice words into his ear, Fear nodded… he knew exactly what had to be
done. SMASH!
Security
guards were suddenly struck down like pins, Bear and Fear blasting
through them and rushing down to the Asylum, the former team champions
leapt into the Asylum and started a personal war with the two allies
Inmate and LLB. THUD. LLB
suddenly disappeared under the huge boot of Fear, who rose into the air
and took out the lawyer with a stiff kick to the head, LLB lay out on
the canvas, as Bear grabbed Inmate and slung him spine first into the
Asylum mesh, no longer even an official competitor, Bear was indifferent
to the fact spinning Inmate and locking him into UnBearable! Inmate
struggled the writhed, but was soon free… officials finally returning
to get the better of Bear, peeling him away from Inmate and dragging him
out of the Asylum, Fear however had other intentions, pressing LLB above
his head, preparations were being made to cast the lawyer out of the
Mind Games match for good. Preparations
that were destroyed in a second. Thud,
Inmate from nowhere… a solid football tackle taking the knee from
beneath Fear, who dropped LLB against the Asylum rim, Fear quickly
regained his composure, catching Inmate across the head with a solid
fist and tumbling him back, he rushed at LLB, who reacted at cat like
speed. Spinebuster. A
spinning variation, the only problem being that instead of heading down
to the canvas, they were heading towards thing air, both men awkwardly
spilt over the Asylum rim and to the outside, Fear landing on Bear and
the officials which had attempted to be rid of him, and LLB left hanging
above the jaws of defeat by the Asylum rim, for Inmate… this was
perhaps the chance he’d been waiting for, LLB on a silver platter…
and as Inmate approached… He… …
pulled LLB back in? The
crowd weren’t quite sure what to make of it, Inmate dragging LLB back
over the rim and into the Asylum, as the countdown once again hit zero. “Suffer”
by Staind. One
half of the Silent Assasins, Itsu Kontan. Making
his way slowly down to the Asylum, Kontan knew exactly what lay ahead…
struggle and anguish, overcoming two of the Asylum’s strongest
competitors would be difficult, especially when they showed such
cooperation, as he reached the Asylum, he clambered tentatively in,
before deploying an extremely intelligent tactic. Inmate
rushed him first, but Kontan was swiftly able to duck the oncoming blow,
stumbling into LLB; perhaps even purposefully, he latched onto the
Lawyer, grapping him around the throat and tackling him to the canvas
and latching on, LLB didn’t appear to be in any pain whatsoever, he
had however, been render immobile by Kotan, who restrained him… Inmate
meanwhile circled around, unsure of how to break LLB free, he left him
to his own devices… LLB managed to break an arm free and catch Kontan
with several swift elbows to the head, before finally breaking free and
then catching Kontan with a hard punch as he rose to his feet. Inmate
now swooped in like a vulture, and he and LLB tackled Kontan towards the
Asylum rim, one half on the Silent Assassins had not however arrived
without his fair share of intelligence, wrapping his fingers firmly
around the mesh, Kontan made himself an almost stationary object, LLB
and Inmate struggling to move him anywhere, with the clock slowly
ticking in the background. 0. “Bible
Basher” by Deicide. Deicide
rushed down to the Asylum, followed by the chorus of the booing fans,
leaping over the rim and instantly knocking Inmate back with a series of
hard right and left hands, finally stunning him with a swift DDT to the
canvas, maintaining the front face lock and switching into submission in
the process. Kontan
had also rapidly changed his demeanour, defensive was now offensive, and
a series of solid kicks had LLB stumbling back, struggling to catch his
bearings, he was sent down to the canvas by Kotan, who swiftly dragged
him down into an armbar. With
Inmate and LLB once again down on the canvas, the clock once again
continued to tick, as it did however, Inmate rolled out of the facelock
Deicide had been applying, turning him over, instinct kicked in… SNAP!
Deicide
was finished, Inmate locking the hold in and taking a seated position,
Deicide had two hopes of escaping the formidable submission hold. Bob
Hope. And
no hope. The
sound of Deicide’s hand tapping the canvas shortly followed, Inmate
had eliminated him via submission and as he rolled away clutching his
knee, Inmate delivered a helping hand to LLB, hitting Itsu Kontan around
the head with a solid right foot shot. Kotan
rolled away as Deicide skulked to the back defeated, the countdown
however was still running, the next man was perhaps the biggest threat
to LLB and Inmate’s victory run yet. “Come
with me” by Puff Daddy. Hypnosis. It
appeared as though Ty Hughes had finally returned to the Asylum, not
successful in his attempts to capture gold earlier in the night,
Hypnosis had returned in an attempt to obtain a shot at “the big
one”. Rushing
the Asylum, Hypnosis immediately tackled down Inmate, barraging him
about the head with punched, Inmate’s defence however was good,
getting his arms up and blocking, he was able to roll and catch Hypnosis
in a waistlock, technical warfare had begun. The
battle between LLB and Itsu Kontan however, was anything but technical,
the two now on their feet and simply exchanging hard, HARD rights and
lefts without any regards for defensive tactics, both men were steadily
wearing down, each looking groggier by the blow, the battle between
Hypnosis and Inmate continued on the canvas, neither man able to get the
space required to lock in a hold or strike a blow. LLB
however, was quickly about to take the advantage. Kontan
caught LLB with a particularly hard right hand to the temple, the result
however… was not what Kontan had expected, LLB stumbled forward,
supposedly heading toward the canvas, this however had been some form of
possum playing, for LLB swiftly grabbed Kontan’s legs on the way down,
using his own weight to knock Kontan down, LLB quickly had him wrapped
up in a sharpshooter, and Kontan was in trouble. 5 4 3 2 1 0 Fuck
tha’ police comin’ straight from the underground! Drake
Kerrigan. One
half of Pain & Suffering rushed through the curtain, and of four
targets in the Asylum, is was quite apparent from the outset, who his
qualm would be with. Itsu
Kontan was suddenly in deep shot, not only locked into the Testify by
LLB, he suddenly found himself being kicked in the skull via Drake
Kerrigan’s boot, somehow…. Via the form of a miracle, Kontan was not
tapping out, and as Hypnosis and Inmate continued to tussle for
advantage, Kontan continued to be on the receiving end of several hard
stomps from Kerrigan, whilst locked into LLB’s sharpshooter. Fuck tha’ police comin’ straight from the underground! And
so bad, became much… much worse. Clayton
Richler, rushing through the curtain and down to the Asylum, quickly
leaping in, he dodged past the scuffling Inmate and Hypnosis, before
stooping down to ward Kontan, and locking in a familiar hold. Crippler
Crossface. As
did Drake Kerrigan. The
screams of submission from Kontan were nothing to be ashamed of, the man
was not only locked into LLB’s testify, he was also subject to a
double crippler crossface via Pain & Suffering, as Kontan rolled
around in agony and defeat, it became quickly apparent that for the
first time in the bout, the playing field was even. LLB
turned to celebrate, but was quickly met by a double boot to the gut via
Kerrigan and Richler, who swiftly gathered him up into a double suplex,
only to bring him down with a collective DDT! LLB sprung up and then
back down like a jack in the box, before the teaming turned their
attentions to the battling Inmate and Hypnosis, firstly separating the
two with some solid kicks, Inmate was the first to suffer, gathered up
onto the shoulders of Kerrigan, he was quickly brought down to earth,
tossed through a Death Valley Driven and brought down by a seated
powerbomb via Richler, Pain & Suffering’s wrestling skills shining
through. And
only epitomised by the lifting of Hypnosis, brought up by a powerbomb
via Drake, only to be subject of a leaping guillotine legdrop via
Clayton as he hit the canvas, barely legal had been executed, and Pain
& Suffering had single, or double handedly at least… destroyed the
opposition! And
then, the “real” Pain & Suffering effect kicked in. CRUNCH! Drake
saw the glory, blasting Clayton Richler across the face, he attempted to
take out his own partner with a series of solid punched, Clayton battled
back however, striking several hard blows of his own and rocking
Kerrigan back into the Asylum mesh, the two engaged in a lockup,
struggling to outpower the other. Unbeknownst
to the two of them however, the countdown was still running. “Suffer”
by Staind. Miyabita! Revenge
was a dish best served cold, and cold was precisely how Miyabita
delivered up, stepping silently into the Asylum, he rushed up behind the
duelling Pain & Suffering, and one forceful shove later, had
eliminated both of them! The
furious duo landed on their feet on the outside, taking a moment to let
the fact that their chance had slipped by sink in, they exchanged a few
choice insults, before taking to war again! Finally separated by
officials who dragged the two men apart. Meanwhile
in the ring, Miyabita
continued to take the chances before him, first stunning Inmate with a
kick to the head as he struggled to his feet, he then blasted Hypnosis
with a solid fist to the face, sending back down to the canvas which he
had barely been able to rise from in the first place, he approached LLB,
but was caught by an unpleasant surprise. A
solid kick to the groin. Miyabita
fell to his knees, as did an exhausted LLB, as the countdown ran on. The
camera focused on the curtain, which parted… despite nobody actually
walking through it? “Weapon
of choice” by Fatboy Slim was playing. Nothing. The
camera panned down around four feet. STEVE! Steve,
faithful partner of Mega Job… rushed down to the Asylum. Around
a minute and a half later, he arrived. As
Steve scaled the Asylum wall, another minute passed, and the next
competitor arrived. “One
Armed Man” by Project 86 Adam
Nowell, one half of the Syndication. Nowell
steadily made his way down to the Asylum, as Steve prepared to unleash
hell. He
didn’t do to badly, either. As
Miyabita
made his way to his feet following a stiff kick to the groin, he was
quickly back down again, Steve simply… well, ran… his head on
perfect level with Miyabita’s
groin, he caught him solidly, knocking him back down to the canvas! As
Nowell reached the Asylum, he made the decision that an equaliser would
help his cause, reaching under the canvas, he managed to pull out a four
foot stepladder, why it was there… nobody knew. SMACK! The
hard sound of steel connecting with LLB’s spine as he tried to stand,
the lawyer sent back down face first to the canvas, the resounding thud
soon occurred again, the ladder connecting first with Hypnosis’ face,
sending him down bloody and beaten, before finally coming down across
the top of Inmate’s head, as Nowell measured up a shot at Miyabita,
the countdown finished once again. “I'm
the man I'm
the one “Soil”
by Halo, and with it… Token Weed. Token
wasted no time, rushing down to the Asylum, he was however… quickly in
trouble, Adam Nowell’s advancing run missing Miyabita
as he ducked, but swiftly moving towards Token Weed. “OOF!”
Nowell cried, Token quickly pump kicking him in the ribs through the
rungs of the ladder, which fell on top of Nowell as he hit the ground,
Token quickly glanced across the Asylum, before running, and driving
Hypnosis’ head into the mesh with a solid knee, he turned just in time
to duck an advancing kick from Miyabita,
and managed to kick him hard in the groin, before kneeing him in the
face and tossing him over the Asylum rim! As
Miyabita
hit the ground on the outside, eliminated… the countdown fizzled out,
and suddenly, the blasting bright light from the Sunday previous burst
into all its glory at the top of the aisle, any Fighters still standing
in the Asylum turned to glare at it, its meaning still shrouded in
mystery. And
then, like clockwork… the booming voice arrived. “The
Third Coming… has arrived.” And
where the strange light usually disappeared, it simply dimmed, before
flickering to the guitar chords of a song which would soon become
lyrically apparent. “I
know your life is empty I
cannot save you; I can't even save myself And
then, he appeared. STEVE
CHRIST. …
Steve Christ? The
crowd weren’t quite sure what to do, and individual that they have
never seen before had arrived at the top of the aisle, basking in the
glowing white light, the short… blonde haired man, decked out in a
white singled, started to pace slowly down to the Asylum… as he
reached it, he calmly stepped in, walking through the downed bodies, he
walked straight up to the midget Steve, grabbed him by the collar, and
lifted him off his feet. SSSSSSSMACK. Christ
sent a wicked right hand straight into Steve’s face, knocking almost
half the distance of the Asylum, Christ followed up by grabbing the
crawling midget by the belt, and not only throwing him out of the
Asylum. But
into first row as well. The
crowd, shocked at such actions, bathed the glowing individual in intense
boos, this only further grew as the newcomer hung his head and spread
his arms in a crucifix, before turning to Adam Nowell. And
walking straight past him. Before
picking up Inmate, and locking him into a cobra clutch, a legsweep
followed, and Inmate had been driven face first into the canvas. Token,
now cluching the stepladder, rushed at Christ. Who
ducked. Third
Coming. Or
such was the name given to an ace crusher, executed by Christ who kicked
Token in the gut and pulled down his head; with the stepladder, into it. Token
snapped back, his mouth popping in a shower of blood from the blow,
Christ turned his attentions back to Inmate, but never reached him. SMACK. A
swift spinning kick courtesy of Adam Nowell decked the newcomer Christ,
who lay sprawled on the canvas as the rest of the fighters refound their
vertical bases, Inmate and LLB finally re-united, attacking Hypnosis who
defiantly fought back, Nowell rushed forth, attacking the downed Token
Weed who had previously levelled him, to smack him with several hard
kicks and punches, the clock in the meantime… continued to tick. 5 4 3 2 1 0 “Smoke
2 Joints” by Sublime. Eddie
Cheno. A
cloud of well… sinister smoke emerged from behind the curtain with the
blue afro sporting fighter amidst it, Cheno stumbled down the aisle
toward the Asylum, stepping in, he instantly exchanged a look with Adam
Nowell, by aiding him in the stomping of downed Token Weed, Steve Christ
in the meantime, was sneaking toward an Inmate who was helping LLB hoist
Hypnosis over the Asylum rim. Dragon
Sleeper! Inmate
was quickly locked into the hold by Christ, meanwhile… Hypnosis
managed to escape his predicament via a few well placed punches toward
LLB’s head… Christ in the meantime had hoisted Inmate up into an
inverted brainbuster, not however reckoning on the speed of Burton, who
landed on his feet behind him, and quickly twisted him down into SNAP! Christ
reached out in agony, his knee being torqued and twisted, his hand
momentarily rose as if to tap out, but he was suddenly free, Hypnosis
knocking LLB down with a Polish Hammer, before punching Inmate and
lifting him onto his shoulders. KTFO! NO! Inmate
dropped behind Hypnosis, grabbing him around his waist and lifting him
into the air, one release german suplex later, Hypnosis had gone over
the Asylum rim, and had been eliminated from the Mind Games match, it
wasn’t his night. Inmate
turned, only to be met by the knuckles of Christ, which connected firmly
with his nose, popping it in a shower of blood, Inmate didn’t go down
however, returning the favour by hitting Christ with several hard blows,
one however… went astray, over Christ’s shoulder and straight into
LLB’s face. A tense moment of glaring passed, as the two turned to face Christ. CRACK. Who
had managed to lay his hands on the stepladder, tossing it into their
faces and sending them both down, he reached over the Asylum rim and
barely reached a steel chair, lifting it back in he… SMACK! Pump
Kick. Token
Weed. Chair. Steve
Christ’s face. Token’s
leaping pump kick connected, hitting the chair which in turn connected
with Steve Christ’s face, the momentum sent him over and out of the
Asylum, and the third coming had been and passed, for now at least. 5 4 3 2 1 0 “Forty
Six and Two” by Tool. Providence. Something
rather, odd… was becoming ever apparent with the order of entry for
the battle itself, far too many close allies and enemies had appeared
during a short space of time, never more evident than now, Providence
rushing down to the Asylum and lashing into Eddie Cheno with some hard
rights and lefts. It
was at that point, that Token Weed decided to do something rather odd. Bam,
bam… smack… without any prompting, Token suddenly unleashed a
barrage of blows upon both Inmate and LLB who had rallied together to
come up with a gameplan, sending Inmate down with a solid headbutt, he
caught LLB with a stunning right hand and left footed kick combo,
stumbling him back and to the canvas where Token
knelt over him and delivered some more hard punches about the
head, meanwhile… Eddie Cheno was greeter by a somewhat pleasant
surprise. Adam
Nowell. And
his fists, aiding Cheno in pummelling his attacker Providence… the two
combined forces, each taking one of Providence’s legs, and tumbling
him over and out of the Asylum; eliminating him! Cheno
turned to Nowell and rose his hand up for a high five, Nowell simply
shook his head and marched over to the downed Inmate, and started to
kick him, Cheno returning the favour and helping out as the two
contrived to rid the Mind Games match of Tyler Burton completely. 5 4 3 2 1 0 “Twisted
and Broken” by Abney Park. Karmyn[Angel] Another
Asylum newcomer, made her way through the curtains, taking her time on
the way down the aisle… she hadn’t reached the structure before her
battle had begun. Milo
Samus. Presumable
the number 18 draw, Samus leapt the guard rail from the crowd and
smacked Karmyn across the back of the head with a solid blow, she
stumbled away, before evading the rushing rookie who ran body first into
the Asylum’s steel steps, as he turned, Karmyn fought back, kicking
Samus in the groin and then dragging him up and into the Asylum, where
she followed. Samus
quickly retaliated, blasting the new female competitor with an Evenflow
DDT, what he had done however, was underestimated her toughness. SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! Karmyn
simply bounced up from the move, hitting Milo with a solid punch to the
face, before slamming him skull twice into the unforgiving Asylum mesh,
before leaning over him the grating his head against the steel, busting
him wide open. Milo
struggled up, locking Karmyn into a full nelson… Mr. Oppetrunity
himself took his shot. Token
Weed, and another pump kick. Catching
Karmyn in the chest, the momentum knocked her; and Samus back hard,
hitting the Asylum door which jarred open and sent the two tumbling to
the hard arena floor, Weed literally killing two birds with one stone,
before returning to his ongoing war with LLB, who lay motionless across
the Asylum rim. Token
took one leg, and then the other, before slowly but surely hoisting LLB
over the Asylum rim, this was his time to shine, this was his chance,
and he was going to take it. Meanwhile
in the background however, he didn’t hear the sound of “Falling”
by Gravity Kills. Azrael
Ravenell. The
monster was swiftly behind Weed, laying a solid hand on his shoulder and
spinning him around, dropping LLB back into the Asylum at the same time. “You
mother fucker.” Token snarled “I had him fucking beat, son of a
bitch…” Token finished, slamming Ravenell across the face before he
could verbally respond, Ravenell returned the favour, outpowering Weed
with several wickedly stiff rights and lefts. Token
stumbled back, before spitting a stream of blood at Ravenell who avoided
it but backed into Adam Nowell, who promptly shoved him. SMACK. BAM! A
kick to the gut from Ravenell was followed swiftly by a quick spin and a
Graceless Descent reverse DDT, as he did… Token Weed levelled the
bumbling Eddie Cheno, hurling him head first into the Asylum mesh. CRACK. And
it was back on, Token and Ravenell exchanging heated blows once more,
Ravenell this time getting the upper hand once more, a solid punch
hitting Token in the temple and dazing him, Token fell flat on his face,
but Azrael wasn’t done, grabbing him by his blonde and blue locks, he
placed his head in the gaping hole of the steel door, and took the door
itself, swinging it shut with a sickening clang. Or
sickening as it would have been, should Token’s head still have been
there, Token darted out in a split second, narrowly evading the heavy
door and kneeling, rising his forearm up into Ravenell’s groin, before
leaping with a spinkick and catching him right between the eyes, sending
him over and out of the Asylum… Almost. Ravenell
clung on by both hands, Token approaching him with a wry grin. “And
now you lose.” Token snarled. “My
sentiments… exactly” Ravenell snarled back, reaching up with his
last ditch strike, and grabbing Token by the shirt, pulling him over and
out of the Asylum with him! On
the outside, Token knelt clutching his forehead in dismay… he turned
to Ravenell who had started to walk away. “You
cost me the match… I’ll fucking kill you!” Token roared, running
at Az and leaping at him, the two tumbling over and into the crowd to
exchange yet more fists as the countdown once again hit zero. Charles
Harris. The
protégé of Synn rushed down to the Asylum, in an attempt to take the
gift horse up on its offer, he kicked
and punched at all four downed men in the Asylum, before picking up
Eddie Cheno and failing narrowly to cast him out of the Asylum, Cheno
falling out but then dragging himself back into the structure, next up,
Harris lifted Nowell, grabbing him by one leg, he partially cast him
over the Asylum rim, only to be denied at the last minute. Hans
Krueger. About
a minute early, one half of the team champions rushed down to the Asylum
and blasted Harris in the back of the head with a solid punch, as Harris
stumbled too and fro, Nowell and Cheno once again combined forced,
lariating him over and out of the Asylum! Cheno
leapt up and down with glee, exchanging high fives with his new found
friends he… Quickly
found himself on the arena floor. A
blood curdling laugh chorused in unison as Nowell and Krueger hurled
Cheno to the outside, frowning… he made his way back up the ramp as
the two Syndication members turned their attentions to the exhausted
Inmate and LLB. Before
being given a little extra to work with. Mil
Samus suddenly rushed back down the aisle, for no specific reason, he
tossed a couple of steel chairs, a roll of barbed wire, and then a table
into the Asylum, before leaving as quickly as he’d arrived. Krueger
and Nowell smirked to themselves, setting up the weaponry, Krueger set
the table propped against the mesh, before pulling up LLB, Nowell stood
at the table, and as Krueger whipped LLB toward him, a drop toe hold
through the wood would follow. At
least in the idea Syndication world. LLB
took the momentum, lowering his head and catching Nowell around the
waist, absolutely driving him through the table with the
Erroneous conclusion! The referee was on hand to quickly count Nowell
out for the ten, surpringly… Krueger had been able to come to his aid. Largely
due to a roll of barbed wire, coiled firmly around his throat by Inmate. Krueger
tapped the canvas furiously in submission as Inmate further tightened
his grip, Milo’s additions had been the Syndications downfall, and as
they left, LLB and Inmate caught a much required breather from the
action. 5 4 3 2 1 0 Nothing. Nothing? The
countdown was done, but no music, or appearances had been made, Inmate
and LLB both got to their feet properly, curiously eyeing the top of the
aisle, the screen however, was the next thing to flick into action. The
womens locker room. And
a swift shot of several female competitors pounding the door, they were
set to be the next out, but a swift shot of the exterior showed that the
door had firmly been padlocked shut, someone evidently wanted to speed
up the process. Then
the locker room of Sterling Silver, where a dazed Silver sat bleeding
heavily, surrounded by the shards of a shattered mirror, medics attended
to him as the crowd suddenly erupted with boos,. Joe Campbell’s face
appearing on the big screen. “Well
fuck me. You
did it guys, you passed the test… and you know, I have to give you
both credit… you, both of you… are probably the two most honest,
loyal… to the death gentlemen I have ever seen, you helped each other,
you prevailed; and now here you are… the final too. Regardless,
you are still two of the stupidest cunts I have ever seen, too. So
go on then, lets see it… this is what the world has been waiting for,
Inmate Vs LLB… the good fight, one on one, mano el mano… for a shot
at Fight.Hell.II . . . Fuck. That.” Joe snarled, the countdown suddenly starting once again. 5 4 3 2 1 “Tear
Away” by Drowning Pool. Joe
Campbell. Inmate
and LLB almost looked at each other bemused… Joe marching out onto the
aisle with a stern look on his face. “As
the age old saying goes, if you want something doing right, do it your
fucking self.” Joe began, a sick smile on his face. “But
I just made an exception to the rule, see a few weeks back, I told you
that nobody fucks with Joe Campbell, and boycotting the entire match
“sort” of constitutes doing that, so from now on… if you want
something doing right, you don’t just do it yourself. You
simply, click, your, fingers.” Joe said, snapping his fingers as the
arena exploded. “Bodies”
by Drowning Pool. Archangel. The
massive, massive beast walked from behind the curtain, finally able to
raise his head after emerging from under the video wall, he and Joe
Campbell began to stride down to the Asylum, Inmate and LLB getting
ready in the Asylum, Archangel stepped over the Asylum rim as LLB rushed
him, only to be caught square in the jaw with a solid punch, LLB rocked
back, but rushed forth once more, only to be scooped up by Archangel,
who sat down, hitting LLB with a sitdown tombstone piledrived which left
him laying motionless on the canvas, as Joe clambered into the Asylum,
he and Archangel circled Inmate, who stood ready… willing and able. Before
clicking his fingers on each hand. THUD. THUD. Confusion,
the sentiment and concern voiced throughout the arena as suddenly,
without any warning, Joe Campbell and Archangel dropped to the canvas as
though they’d been shot, an extremely confused referee made the ten
count on each, as Inmate… supposedly, eliminated both of them? LLB
struggled up to his feet, Joe and Archangel still motionless. “I
did it Roland, I did it…” Inmate said, dropping down to his knee’s
and breathing heavily. LLB
approached Inmate to congratulate, only to be met by a sick surprise. SNAP! Locked
in, Tyler Burton dragged down LLB and sat into the hold, there was no
escape, LLB struggling desperately but unable to free himself. “You
fucking faggot, you actually think that you can side with me? You think
I’m gonna waste my fucking time on some wet behind the ears rookie who
doesn’t know his ass from his elbow in this game? You know nothing
punk… but you’ll learn, this is what happens when you trust
so don’t ever, ever… do it again” Inmate sneered, trash now
hitting the Asylum at a steady rate, as LLB still struggled to escape
the hold, suddenly… as though waking from a deep sleep, Joe and
Archangel rose to their feet, LLB still struggling on the canvas as
Campbell stooped into his face. “Well
well well, how the mighty have fallen, I’d say more… but I’m
enjoying this too much Roland… how foolish of you, how stupid to think
that you could trust this man. Say
goodbye to your little shot Roland, wave it cheerio because right here,
right now… we’re proving once again that you are exactly what I have
said you always were, a fucking loser… you make Borst look like a
living legend kid, you fucking suck the big one… look at you, all
grimacing in agony, tendons slowly snapping… I really do hope we
don’t have to do this again Roland, see… I think the best thing for
you to do, would be to scuttle back off to “Lights Camera Action”
and continue sucking dick for a push, that… from my perspective
anyway, is all that you can do. Oh,
there is one more thing… I think you should maybe tap out, submit or
something… he’s gonna break your leg at this rate.” Joe said with
a subtle smile, his demand quickly answered, LLB spitting in his face. Joe
wiped it away, the look in his eyes quickly changing. “Oh
well, the hard way it is then.” He finished, before snatching up a
chair, and walking back over to the face down LLB. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Silence. LLB
stopped moving, Inmate released the hold, and the referee quickly
counted the 10. Game
over. “I
Disappear” by Metallica hit the speakers, it looked as though the
Inmate was going to Fight.Hell.II once again, LLB lay on the canvas, a
game in perhaps the most fickle game ever played. Suddenly,
true motives became all to apparent. “Here
champ you earned it.” Inmate sneered, tossing the looming
Archangel the extreme title, Angel raised the belt into the air, as Joe
Campbell and Inmate promptly shook hands, placed a foot each on the
downed carcass of Roland Miles Ermann, and raised their arms into the
air. “I…
don’t care about anyone, or anything. Winner: Inmate
“Try
Again” played as thousands of fans rose to their feet cheering one of
the most popular female fighters to have ever stepped into the Asylum.
‘Ice Cold’ Stephanie Connor came out of the back with full attention
of the fans chanting her name, “Steph-an-ie! Steph-an-ie!”. She
jumped into the cage and looked back at the entrance awaiting her
opponent as the music continued to blast through the speakers. However,
from behind, Akha brushed back a couple security guards and fans as she
jumped out of the crowd and caught Stephanie by surprise. The enormous
woman threw many various punches at Stephanie and scooped her up
bodyslamming her onto the mat. Akha took her large black boots and
stomped on Stephanie’s back before picking her up by her long hair and
whipping her backwards onto the mat again. The
fans booed and threw garbage, Akha bristly walked through the showers of
empty cans and food walking towards Stephanie who was getting back up.
As Akha got closer, Stephanie got ahold of something one of the fans had
thrown in: A
chair. Stephanie
quickly whipped back and knocked Akha across her head, denting one side
of it to the right. Akha staggered back and Stephanie swung again
denting it to the left and Akha fell back. Stephanie winked at the fan
who was seat-less, she kissed the chair with her red lipstick smudging
the chair and tossed it back to the lucky fan. She wanted him raising it
over his head in triumph as the giant screen showed his 5 seconds of
fame. Stephanie
turned around and saw Akha slowly getting to her feet now. She grabbed
Akha by her hair and kneed her in the gut before pulled on her pants
upwards, lifting down for a DDT. Stephanie than pulled Akha’s arm back
while doing the same with the her head applying in a front face lock,
the referee checking to see if Akha would tap. Akha
wouldn’t and Stephanie let go in frustration. She then picked up Akha
and locked her up, shouting at the fans hearing their approval.
Stephanie was about to do a suplex however Akha countered, locking her
leg with Stephanie’s. Stephanie
tried again however Akha punched Stephanie in the kidney making her drop
Akha than lifted up Stephanie high in the air over her head and dropped
her face forward down. Stephanie
rolled on the ground in pain as Akha lifted Stephanie up and began
kicking on a part which had been still healing: Stephanie’s
knee. As
Akha stopped kicking her knee, Stephanie held it in pain as Akha pulled
her to the side of the cage. She turned Stephanie over and grabbed
Stephanie’s leg with both hands, than lifted her entire body off the
matt throwing her knee onto the Asylum rim. Stephanie dropped down and
screamed in pain as she tried to get up with a brush of adrenaline but
collapsing under her weak knee. Akha
continued the punishment, picking up Stephanie and tossing her down
while still holding onto her leg, than dropping an elbow on top of it.
Akha had enough of this, she took Stephanie’s leg and locked in a
figure four. Pulling back and stretching as the referee checked for a
tap. Stephanie
screamed as she repeated the word ‘No!’. With all the power left in
her she tried to counter by flipping over… And
she did. The
hold was reversed and Akha was forced to let it go. Stephanie quickly
hopped on one legging, jumping on Akha’s back applying the move which
made the fans pop off their seats: Cryogenic
Sleep. Akha
was slowly beginning to pass out as the hold got tighter and tighter.
The fans cheering as she started to get groggy, Akha pushed off with all
her power and got on her feet, silencing some fans mid-scream. Akha took
one step…than another… Winner: Akha via Ringout
Pre-Match Interview.
“Here
I am, folks!” said Mike Westwood. “I’m standing backstage with the
challenger for the World Title and defending Women’s Champion tonight,
none other than Nerva.” His
words were accurate, as Nerva stood beside him in front of a Mind Games
poster board. She was decked in full gear: a white Movement tank top,
silver bra, silver thong, and black pants. The Women’s Title was
draped over her shoulder, and Zoe was at her side shining the belt up. Westwood
took a moment to let the crowd of women cheer for Nerva, and then spoke.
“Well, Nerva, tonight is your night, your time in the spotlight. For a
good year, you’ve fought off many men in your career, but you’ve
never defeated the reigning World Champion, Boris Borst. You’ve also
never held the World Title as Kenny Rock defeated you previously in the
finals of a World Title tournament back in September. How confident are
you heading into this match?” “First
of all, bitch-boy, tell me something: who’s dead and who’s alive?”
The crowd cheered. “Kenny Rock hasn’t even crossed my mind the day
he shot himself dead. I’m glad he did that. It’s one less man for
The Movement to kill, cripple, or scare away. See, The Movement has had
nothing but success tonight. Akha pounded the living shit out of
Stephanie Connor. Jessica’s match may have been a draw, but she
didn’t let that whore, Lotus, beat her. Who’s to say the momentum is
gonna stop at MY match? “This is the main event. I won’t blow it for my women. Last September when I challenged for the World Title, I didn’t have the power of many behind me. I was only an individual, and that was my weakness. Tonight, I have the whole crowd behind me, I have The Movement behind me, and I have every woman who’s fed up with men behind me. “I’m
stronger, I’m faster, and I’m more violent than I ever was before.
Even if Borst’s training didn’t just consist of kicking a blowup
doll in the vagina a bunch of times, he’d still have no chance against
me. This is a no-brainer, Westy, because I’m beating Borst tonight, no
questions asked. And I’ll make history by being the first woman to
ever unify the Women’s Title with the World Title. Oh fuck yeah, baby,
I’m making history. “I
made sure that this crowd would be dominated by women. Because I want to
be cheered when I hoist those two titles up in the air. Getting booed by
a sea of men would discredit everything I ever worked for, everything I
ever spoke for, and everything I ever lived for. I am a heroine
tonight.” She
grabbed Westwood by the testicles and grabbed the microphone out of his
hand, staring a hole through his face. “You, and the rest of your
inferior gender are the villains tonight, and you’re all going to Hell
when I’m through with Borst tonight.”
Mind
Games was coming to a close with the main event: Nerva challenging Borst
for the World Title, and Borst challenging Nerva for the Women’s
Title. It
all started at Conflict, when Nerva stole Borst’s wife away from him.
This was key for Nerva, because it secured Borst’s attention and got
her a World Title shot. There was no doubt that winning the Asylum World
Championship would be the pinnacle of Nerva’s fighting career. She’d
beaten Inmate and A.D. previously in her career, arguably two of the top
contenders for the World Title. But for some reason, she’d never
beaten Borst. He was a man who drank beer instead of protein shakes and
who kicked a blowup doll in the vagina a few times instead of putting
hours in the gym to condition himself. He
was the Asylum’s pure fighter. He was a supernatural being, in certain
respects. In other respects, he represented the typical North English
man. He’d taken many beatings, but always found a way to come out on
top with the World Title. Nerva couldn’t let him win on this night. It
was too precious a night for her; so many women were expecting instead
of hoping for her to win. Thousands of women were in the Enron Filed
arena ready to cheer for her. After months of enduring showers of jeers
from crowds across the U.S., the payoff for Nerva would be on this
night. She
could win the World Title and be cheered for it. But if she let a man
beat her on this night, it would be her ultimate shame. Never could she
respect herself or look in the mirror again. Her purpose in life would
be made a waste. And for Borst, losing to a woman would be an equal
shame. Ever since the Asylum opened, Borst had made it known that he
didn’t like women and saw them as inferior. Winning for Borst would be
ultimate victory, as he could do whatever he pleased with the Women’s
Title should he win it. The
pressure was on both fighters to win tonight. “Unified”
by Biohazard rocked over the speakers. All of the women stood up
screaming in anticipation of seeing Nerva. Out came Zoe first, and then
Nerva. The fans were growing louder and louder with their cheers as
Nerva and Zoe walked down the aisle. Nerva climbed up the steps and then
raised her Women’s Title high in the air. She pointed at a sign in the
crowd, which read: “MARCH
30: THE RISE OF THE MOVEMENT” She
entered the cage with the music still blaring. Zoe stayed on the outside
and clapped as Nerva continued calling out to the crowd and posing with
the Women’s Title. However, the party ended as “Fuckin in the
Bushes” by Oasis replaced Nerva’s music. The
fans immediately booed for the song and the man who was about to come
out. When Borst pushed past the curtains, his ears nearly deafened as
the jeers grew to an amount that exceeded hatred. It was abhorrence. All
of these women wanted Borst’s testicles cut off and served to them on
a silver platter. But Borst was no stranger to being abhorred. He walked
down the aisle with the World Championship strapped around his waist
like every other time he’d defended the title. Nerva
couldn’t keep her eyes off the World Title. The shiny prize meant so
much to her - she had to have it to etch herself as the woman who broke
down barriers in the Asylum. Borst entered the cage, ignoring Zoe on the
outside. He took off his belt and draped it over his shoulder the way
Nerva had her Women’s Championship belt. It was time for the main
event ritual: the stare down. Camera
bulbs flashed throughout the arena as Borst and Nerva stood toe-to-toe.
Nerva’s lips moved, describing to Borst all the bad things she would
do to him in the match, but Borst just shook his head no to everything.
Nerva’s fiery red hair was still soaking and dripping with water. She
took a deep breath through her nose, and then spat right into Borst’s
face. No
stranger to spitting, Borst horked a wad of phlegm not at Nerva, but
instead at the Women’s Title belt resting on her shoulder. The fans
booed loudly at that. Nerva grabbed the referee’s tucked-in shirt out
of his pants and used it to wipe the phlegm off. Borst used the
referee’s shirt as well, wiping his face off. Nerva breathed through
her nose again and launched a big wad at Borst, but Borst pulled the
referee in the way, causing him to get it right in the face. Frustrated,
the referee wiped his face off and yanked both titles away from the
fighters. He held them up in the air and then called for the bell,
signaling the start of the match. The crowd began a “NERVA!” chant.
Borst grabbed a handful of Nerva’s face and pie faced her down to the
mat. The crowd erupted in boos. Nerva
got up and shoved Borst with the support of 30,000 screaming women.
Borst looked at her and beckoned her forward. When she came, he slapped
her in the face. Nerva responded by leg-faking, and then roundhouse
kicking him in
the face. She followed up with more roundhouse kicks to the gut, but
missed a spin
kick. Borst
grabbed her by the throat and threw her halfway across the cage against
the mesh. He ran full speed with his head out in front, but Nerva moved
out of the way, causing him to crash skull-first into the chain-link
fence. Grabbing
him by the ankles, Nerva pulled Borst to the center of the cage, where
she laced in stomp-after-stomp to his lower and upper back. As he got
up, Borst managed to absorb them, shove Nerva back, and punch her in the
stomach. Borst followed up with a rising head butt, and then throttled
Nerva with both his hands. Nerva kneed him in the groin to break his
hold on her. Nerva threw a right punch, but Borst blocked it and punched
her right in the jaw. After that, he followed up with a stinging
knife-edge chop across her breasts. He
managed to back her against the cage rim and chop her repeatedly across
the breasts, with the women in the crowd sympathizing with every shot.
Nerva hunched over with her arm on the cage rim. Borst pulled her up by
the arm and launched her across to the other side of the cage. He rushed
in while she was about to hit the side of the cage, hoping to give her
the Clothesline from Yankland right over the steel rim. But Nerva had
other plans. She stopped herself by putting her foot against the cash
mesh and used the other foot to sidekick the charging Borst in the jaw. Borst
staggered back. Nerva neared and took him down with the lift
and drop. Proud
of her accomplishment, Nerva pulled off her shirt and whipped it down
over Borst’s face. Lesbians in the crowd screamed at the sight of
Nerva’s silver bra, which matched the color of her thong. Borst threw
the t-shirt to the side and stood up before the ref began a count.
He’d let a woman pick him up and dump him on his back. Needless to
say, he wasn’t a happy man. He grabbed Nerva by the hair, blocked a
roundhouse kick, and sent her headfirst into the cage rim. As
Nerva was bent over, trying to get up, a smile grew across Borst’s
face. He grabbed Nerva by her silver thong and lifted her high in the
air. Nerva’s eyes widened in pain and surprise from the super wedgy.
She flailed her arms wildly, but shook her head violently when the
referee asked her if she wanted to submit. She brought her right foot
up, and then launched it right back into Borst’s stomach. But it
wouldn’t make him break the hold. He still had her by the panties and
wasn’t planning on letting go. Another
“NERVA!” chant broke out. It motivated Nerva to stay in the fight,
but at the same time, her clitoris was hurting like a bitch. Zoe pounded
on the cage from the outside and shouted at Nerva, begging her to break
out of Borst’s grasp. Nerva struggled, and then… Something
ripped! Nerva’s
thong tore, and as a result she fell forward onto the mat, quickly
pulling her pants up and tightening the string before she’d become
Internet porn star of the week. From ringside, JPP made a mandatory
“Zat will leave a mark!” comment as Malone shook his head. Needless
to say, Nerva escaped the wedgy submission. She crawled along the mat,
giving special attention to her lower extremities. Oh
yes, Borst had made an opening, pun intended. He stuffed the torn thong
into his tights, and then kicked Nerva between the legs as she crawled,
causing her to scream out in pain. She made it to one knee with the help
of the cage wall. She swung a wild right at Borst, who dodged it and
then kicked her in between the legs again. With Nerva doubled over,
Borst grabbed her by both legs and laid her down flat on her back.
Spreading her legs apart, Borst stamped on her vagina multiple times,
and then pulled at her ankles while pushing his foot forward against her
vagina. Nerva’s
body slammed up and down from the canvas like a fish on land. Normally,
it was her who was known for attacking her opponent’s genital area.
Now Borst had turned her best weapon against her. The ref dropped down
and asked her if she wanted to submit, because this was indeed the
Asylum. Nerva was shaking her head left and right as fast as she could.
Suddenly, a chant broke out in the crowd: “RAPE!
RAPE! RAPE! RAPE!” Zoe
clapped and conducted the crowd to chant louder. Noticing a female
police officer standing near security, Zoe quickly reached over the
barricade and pointed at her. “You! Blondie!” she screamed.
“Blondie cop! C’mere! Now! Come on!” The
fans were continuing their “RAPE!” chant. The officer jumped over
the barricade and listened to what Zoe had to say. “OK,
Blondie cop, Borst’s in there raping my girlfriend! Look! We have
witnesses all around her chanting it! And look! He’s got her thong
panties hanging out of his pants!” The
cop assessed the situation, and then nodded. “You’re right.” She
entered the cage, with her hand firmly on her Billy club. “Mr. Borst,
I’m going to have to ask you to release that hold on Nerva. You’re
under arrest for sexual assault.” Being
arrested: nothing new for Borst. The cop put a hand on Borst’s
shoulder, but he turned around and spat at her. He
only had one thing to say to the law enforcer. “FUCK YOU!” Nerva
was screaming, still not tapping out but yearning for this hold to be
broken. The cop grabbed her Billy club and gave Borst a good whack to
the back of the head, and then cuffed his hands behind him. A huge flush
of relief went through Nerva as Borst’s foot came off her vagina. “WAIT!
WAIT!” screamed a voice from behind the curtain. Joe Campbell came out
to a shower of boos. “Wait, you stupid bitch of a lady cop!” He
walked down to the cage and entered, and then pulled out a document.
“Look at this! This is a contract Nerva signed. She agreed that
anything goes within the RULES OF THE ASYLUM in this match. Guess what,
bitch? Your law doesn’t apply here!” The
cop’s jaw dropped as she read the contract. She threw her hands up in
the air and walked out of the cage. Joe
followed. “Wait! Wait, you stupid bitch! Uncuff Borst! Take the cuffs
off now!” Borst
stood in the middle of the cage with his hands bound behind him, kicking
out of frustration. Joe was pursuing the lady cop, but stopped as she
tossed the keys for the cuffs far into the crowd. He threw his hands up
in frustration and headed backstage. Nerva
waited on Borst to turn around, and then nailed him with the au
batido kick.
Borst staggered back, and then responded by kicking his legs forward at
Nerva. It was all he could do - his arms were useless behind him. Nerva
slid to the side to avoid his attacks, and then unleashed a powerful tornado
kick right
into his cheekbone. His eye was purple and swollen now. He fell to one
knee. “Zoe!
Throw me a fucking chair!” said Nerva. Zoe folded one up and tossed it
to Nerva. Nerva caught it and pointed right at Borst. “I’m
finishing you. Fuck off and die, Borst.” She brought the chair right
down on his forehead, but his teeth clenched together and his eyes
looked right back up at her. Nerva walked around him and gave him a shot
to the back skull, sending him falling forward. From there, Nerva
smacked him with chair shot after chair shot to the back. The fans
roared in approval at each one. Nerva replaced the chair over Borst’s
head, and then leaned back against the cage wall. With her hands on the
rim, she pulled herself to the top of the rim, and then shoved both her
fists in the air. The camera bulbs flashed as she did a 360 front flip
and landed in foot-first stomp on the chair over Borst’s head. Malone
and JPP were silent at their announcer’s table. Borst’s skull had
just been crushed into his skull. A sane crowd would grimace in pain.
But this one, which was selected specifically by The Movement, cheered
like crazy. They were about to see their heroine capture the Asylum’s
most coveted prize. Never again in life would the thousands of women in
the crowd bow down to patriarchy. Nerva made her official declaration of
independence. Only ten seconds left. Nine
seconds. … Eight
seconds. … Seven
seconds. … Six
seconds. … Five
seconds. … Four
seconds. … Three
seconds. … Two
seconds. … Borst
used his head to get up. The referee’s hand was frozen on two as he
saw Borst getting up. Zoe couldn’t believe it. Nerva couldn’t accept
it. But Borst proved what he always was: fucking indestructible. He
was staggering as if he’d had 50 beers. Blood trickled down the back
of his head and down his back. His hands were still cuffed Nerva’s
knuckles went white on the steel chair. She couldn’t let Borst stay up
any longer. She screamed and ran forward, smacking him in the head with
the chair. But that didn’t do any good. It only made him stronger. He
crunched his eyes shut and clenched his teeth as if he was dropping a
huge log into the toilet. His arms were flexing as if he were dragging a
500-pound bag of oranges. And then… He
broke the handcuffs. Pieces
of metal fell to the ground. Borst shook the rings off his wrists and
strode towards Nerva. Nerva whipped the steel chair into Borst’s
hands, and then unleashed a piercing jump
back kick into
it. Although there was a huge cut on his forehead from the shot, Borst
was unaffected. He tossed the chair to the side, and began doing
something that disgusted the whole crowd. He
began hulking up. His
fists were shaking wildly at his sides. Nerva rolled her eyes and
blasted him with a sidekick to the face. Still no effect. Nerva jabbed
him in the face repeatedly, followed with a cross, and then finished
with an uppercut. Borst was still shaking like it was 1989. Nerva lifted
her pant leg up and pulled a pair of nunchuks out of a shin holster. She
spun them around and whacked Borst in the face. After whipping it back
under her armpit, Nerva swung it at Borst again, but Borst blocked it
and delivered a hard right hand. He then kneed her in the gut, grabbed
her hand, and smashed it over the steel rim, causing her to drop the
nunchuks. Nerva
was leaning against the rim again, prime for ring-out defeat. Borst
winded up for the Clothesline From Yankland, but sensed something behind
him. The fans were cheering and that just didn’t add up, because they
were all lesbians and they weren’t supposed to like him. He turned
around to see Zoe and wagged his finger right in her face. Zoe froze and
nearly got decapitated with the Clothesline From Yankland. Borst
saw Nerva staggering to the middle of the cage. He lunged forward,
taking her down with a big boot. He then came off the “ropes” and
leapt in the air… hitting an anti-climactic leg drop. He hooked
Nerva’s leg and pounded the mat three times. “You’re
a fucking idiot, Borst,” said Nerva, and then pushed Borst off of her.
Hopefully, the Hulk Hogan parody was over now. Nerva kipped up and
caught Borst in the jaw with a hard hook
kick. Borst’s
head turned to the side, but he was otherwise unaffected. He began to
unleash a flurry of punches to Nerva’s breasts, but Nerva cut it short
with the testicular claw. Borst countered by pulling Nerva’s left
breast out of her bra and biting down on the nipple. Nerva
released her hold, but Borst continued his. With his teeth still biting
down on her nipple, Borst picked Nerva up and dropped her on her back
and pinned her wrists down. This was ultimate humiliation:
breast-feeding Boris Borst on Pay-Per-View. Suddenly,
the crowd sprung to life as Jessica and Akha rushed down to the cage.
Jessica entered first and struck Borst over the head. Nerva quickly
pulled her bra cup over her breast when Borst’s teeth lost their grip.
The women in black made their presence known again, coming out from the
crowd. There were five of them. They entered the cage and joined in the
mass beating as Akha pounded Borst with knees and punches. Zoe recovered
from the clothesline and joined in as well. One
of the women in black handed Nerva a red axe. Akha held Borst still as
Nerva swung with the axe, ready to cut Borst’s head off. But Borst
moved, and at the last minute Nerva turned the axe so that the non-sharp
end smacked Akha. Akha fell to the ground unconscious, canceling her
from the equation. The eight remaining women continued pounding away at
Borst. Borst began to fight back, punching anything he saw moving, and
that included the referee. He was fighting as hard as he could, but it
wasn’t enough against the sheer number of women. The power of many
overwhelmed him. The
fans turned to boos once again when they saw the Inmate coming down with
a bag in hand. He took his time walking to the cage and entered. He
stuck his hand in the bag… “OH
MY GOD! HE’S GOT A GUN!” screamed Malone. After
clicking off the safety, Inmate shot it twice in the air and began
pistol-whipping his way through the women in black. Borst meanwhile
knocked Jessica down with a punch and delivered a Clothesline From
Yankland to Nerva. “Hold
her up!” said Inmate, as he pistol-whipped all of the women in black
in sight out of the Asylum cage. Borst
grabbed Nerva by the hair and held her up. “SHOOT HER, TYLER!” he
said as spit flew out of his mouth. The
fans were frightened and were booing at the top of their lungs. They
couldn’t see Nerva die, not like this. Inmate was the number one
contender for the World Title - was he securing his investment against
Borst for Fight Hell? He brought the gun up, right when Nerva opened her
eyes and immediately elbowed Borst in the gut. Borst elbowed her in the
face, but Nerva responded with a sidekick to the gut. The
two exchanged shots back and forth. Inmate had no clear shot at Nerva,
she was constantly shifting and switching positions with Borst. Borst
ended the entire exchange with a knee to the gut and then a double
axe-handle to the back. Inmate pointed the gun downward and paused. Borst
stood with his hands on his hips. “What the fuck, Tyler? Shoot that
bitch dead!” Inmate
smiled, and then aimed the gun at Borst. … … … BANG. He
fired, and hit Borst in the left shoulder. Nerva got up and realized
what had just happened. She froze as Inmate directed the gun at her
again. The crowd was absolutely silent in shock. Inmate shook his head
left and right, and then put the gun back into the bag. Nerva sighed
with relief as he walked out of the cage. The referee awoke from being
knocked down and got focused on the match once more. Now
Nerva had never felt more alive. Borst was legitimately wounded and at
her mercy. She would give none. She ax-kicked Borst right in the
shoulder, digging her heel right into the wound. His blood stained her
white fighting shoes. Nerva pushed Borst against the cage wall and
delivered the Double
Touch, sending
him over and to the ground in a bloody heap. The
bell sounded. The
Enron Field exploded with lesbians roaring. Nerva
was now the Asylum World Champion. She was handed both the World and
Women’s Titles by the referee. She snatched them both, falling on her
back and cradling them. For the first time in Asylum history, the
Women’s and World Title were unified. Tears flowed through Nerva’s
eyes as Zoe and Jessica helped the sweaty and bloodied body of Nerva up
and out of the cage. All
the women in black climbed up the AsylumTron and drew a huge M over the
screen with gasoline and then lit it ablaze. Akha hoisted Nerva on her
shoulders in front of the burning screen as Nerva held both titles up
high in the air and threw her head back to soak in all of the cheers. Winner and NEW Asylum Champion: Nerva via Ringout
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