I’ll make your world come crashing around you
Smashing down around you
I’ll let you see why you cannot hide from me…
Because I am you.”
“Crashing around you” by Machinehead

pAin, and the year of it that was.

It’d been a year, and Asylum had gone from the status of lowly fighting promotion, to a company which was considered to be one of the more head strong fighting promotions out there, the fact that Asylum was perhaps considered a threat by Chris Universal and the fans wrestling organisation was a compliment toward what the Asylum had become.

The deaths of several fighters, as well as several huge incidents over the year however, did not direct the same complimentary feel, there was no denying it, wherever the Asylum went, death seemed to follow it like a creeping fog, snatching people away in their moment of glory, and Boris Borst wasn’t the first time it’d happened.

As much as he despised to say it, Joe was loosing more and more of his grip on the Asylum, despite recently reacquiring booking rights, the roster which he had brought up with him, was rebelling more and more by the day, Joe now had several individuals who’s contracts he didn’t even control, he had other accidents who were hell bent on destroying his promotion on the inside, nobody cared about the Asylum anymore, most wouldn’t even piss on it to put it out, if it was on fire.

Joe had burned his bridges, the ego that’d developed in running such a successful promotion had blinded his judgement, and he was now in a position where everyone hated him, the crowd hated him, the fighters hated him, and despite all of this, he wasn’t concerned… not at all, completely oblivious to the fact that 90% of the world would happily see him dead, this was a man with more money from brains, a man stuck in stupid vendetta’s and silly insult exchanged.

And as the show began, he proved it once again.

As Asylum’s anniversary show, pAin hit the airwaves with a mass of fireworks eruptions and the sounds of MachineHead’s “Crashing Around You.” Blasting over the p.a. system, the lights came up and the fans erupted, a completely sold out Qualcomm Stadium’s contents raising to their feet to appreciate the year that’d been, surprising largely because the fWo’s Twilight pay per view was taking place not so far from the current location.

And so, with a year gone… a year of momentous proportion, passed…. One would think that the president and voice of the company, would appear to commemorate it.

“Boiler” by Limp Bizkit hit.

He did.

To commemorate?

Yeah, right.

Joe Campbell strolled through the curtain, generating a murmur of despise from the crowd, he simply shook it off, shaking his head and slowly raising a microphone to his lips, with him he carried a duffle bag, the contents as mystery, as of yet.

“Hello, Calfornia… welcome to the Asylum’s benchmark pay per view… pAin, now… I should probably spend the next ten minutes, congratulating my fabulous staff and thanking you people for following us through thick and thin” Joe stopped, getting a decent response from the crowd.

“But lets face it people, that would be boring as fuck, I mean honestly… it should be you faggots thanking ME! I kept this place running, when all the fighters were trying to tear it down, who kept the foundations there? I DID! I am the heat and fucking sould of this place… I keep it ticking, you people just watch, you just follow like sheep, and nothing, not you… not the fuckers backstage… not anyone, will stop me!” Joe finished, quickly catching a glimpse of a sign in the crowd reading “BT Internet is grate”, Joe’s eyes narrow briefly into a furious scowl, before he continues.

“And I’d like someone to remove the idiot in eighth row with a BT internet sign, false advertising is BAD!” Joe cried, the crowd booing as the sign carried was quickly kicked, punched… and dragged out of the arena by security, standard treatment for all BT employees.

“Now, as I was saying…” Joe went on “BLAH BLAH BLAH ppv… BLAH BLAH BLAH matches… BLAH BLAH BLAH thank me for everything I have done for this company BLAH BLAH BLAH” Joe stopped “And with that piece of heartfelt commemoration out of the way, I shall get right around to what I really came out here for.” Joe finished, receiving more boo’s from the crowd.

“You see, its come to my attention over the past few months, that a certain company had been sending indirect “bad vibes” in my direction, and that’s all good and well… but when I’ve got their chickenshit president crapping his pants down the phoneline, and their incoherent rambler of a drunk world champion firing insults at me in his “promo’s”… I think its only my divine right to address it!” Joe said, a little murmur of interest flying through the crowd.

”So, after speaking with my lawyers, it was suggested that it would be best not, for legal reasons… to name the parties involved, I have however made a decision to echo their sentiments in silence, and politely respond, using only gestures and symbolic objects.” Joe said, finally unzipping his duffle bad.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please give a big hand… for 3vile!” Joe said, the crowd rising to their feet.

“Introducing first, the current shitty company champion… walking advertisement for why alcohol is bad, and rolemodel for all, allow me to introduce.

RICHARD TIME!” Joe roared, as the crowd popped surprisingly with laughter, Joe pulling from him duffle bag, a shitty old clock, clearly past its time, to it… a bottle of whisky, held on with tape, Joe places it down on the ramp, and covets the next item.

“And next up folks, a man who needs no introduction, SNAPPANTS!” Joe cried, the crowd again exploding with cheers as Joe pulled out a skeletal head, taped to it, a blonde wig, and a pair of hot pants.

“Ah, damn… I forgot the crucial piece” Joe said, pulling out a vertebral column, and snapping it across his knee.

“There we go, perfect… and of course, let us not forget the man who brings the culture to this group, making his first ever appearance on Asylum television, please give a warm welcome, to AIRBORNE FROG!” Joe roared, the crowd once again exploding with laughter, as Joe pulled out the last item, a stuffed frog toy, with a beret stapled to its head, and a large pair of yellow teeth glued to its mouth.

“Ah, hi there guys, now… lets all get into character shall we?” Joe said, looking at the three completely lifeless, emotionless… redundant object, sitting motionless on the aisle.

“Great job guys, I’ve never seen anyone get into character so fast, now… as I was saying, my good will gesture has to be done in complete silence, therefore, if you will.” Joe said, turning his back to the crowd, and unzipping his flies, the crowd were now exploding with laughter, perhaps at the actions of Joe’s manhood, this would have to remain a mystery forever, the laughter however blew the roof off, as a steady stream of urine pelted the three objects laying on the aisle, Joe whistled a dainty tune, before zipping back up his flies, and turning back to the crowd.

“Ah, my work here is done… so enjoy the show!” Joe said, the crowd exploding with cheers.

“Pff, this is the anniversary show you idiots, do you honestly think I’m done?” Joe piped up, the crowd dying back down.

“Now don’t get me wrong, that was a very special message sent to some very special people, don’t for one second think that I did that for the benefit of you no brainers, I’m surprised you were even touched by such complexed humour!” Joe said, finally generating a huge amount of boo’s from the crowd once more.

“Before I leave, I’d like everyone to meet… my new bodyguard!” Joe roared, the crowd continuing to boo.

“That’s right, after doing some searching through the local sanatoriums, I was able to find a very special woman in my life, to give me a helping hand, that’s right… there won’t be any more being attacked by chicks with dicks for me, I’m done with that… my bodyguard will take care of that shit from this day forth, so allow me to introduce her.” Joe said, the crowd now steadily chanting “Asshole” at him.

“Give it up, for Bitch Slut!” Joe roared, the crowd generating a confused response, as “What I always wanted” by Kittie blasted through the arena, and a very… very familiar face, albeit not so recognisable, walked through the curtain.

Michelle Campbell.

Joe Campbell’s wife, or as he had so politely named her “Bitch Slut” walked through the curtain, looking somewhat confused, done up like a whore and clad in a short skirt, black makeup and a pair of combat boots, Joe’s new bodyguard stroke wife appeared to be a mere shell of her former self, falling straight to the ground and rocking back and forth.

“You’ll have to forgive her people… after I dropped her on her thick head… she got a bit retarded!” Joe said, the crowd booing insanely, but suddenly erupting with cheers, Bitch Slut leaping up and biting Joe in the face, suddenly however, it was over, several armed guards rushing out and blasting her into an unconscious state with cattle prods.

“Gah, fucking bitch… women eh? Can’t live with em, can’t seem to kill them off either, of well… stick her back in the cage boys.” Joe said with an evil grin, leaving backstage for the show to begin, another sinister plot unfolding in his ever changing story.

As the camera finds him, he’s standing with a guard outside Joe Campbell’s office. Tyler’s shackled, the usual. And he’s got on prison clothing, the usual. But on his face is a look of almost confusion. He’s probably thinking about whether or not this whole ‘piece of evidence’ that he found out about in prison, really even exists, and if it really does exist, does Joe really have it.

That’s what he’s probably thinking.

Meanwhile inside Joe’s office…

‘Mr. Campbell, if you’re withholding evidence that lead to a man being convicted wrongfully, you can and will be held accountable.’

It was another prison guard. He was seemingly not impressed with some of what Joe was saying. Obviously, as he had his hand on his billy-club.

‘Look, what the hell kind of evidence are you looking for, that would prove that schmuck innocent. They caught the struggle on video tape, he and Borst were both held accountable for the killing. What’s some piece of evidence got to do with anything now.’

Joe seems to be answering him with questions. Seem arrogant? That’s because it’s Joe.

‘Look you know what, take you’re had off that stupid club. I’ll give you the evidence. Like Tyler’s got a fecking clue what he’s doing anyways.’

With that Joe Campbell reaches into the top drawer, confident in opening it now, that there’s nothing left inside to hide. Nothing because of Kenny Rock. Joe reaches in and pulls out an envelope, inside that envelope, a key.

‘I have no clue what this is for, but here take it. It’s what I received in the mail after those two got put in jail. There ya happy. Joe Campbell, me, playing the nice guy for a change.’

As Tyler listened from behind the door… we heard him mutter something, no doubt something about how nice a guy Joe really was…

He walked the hallways, grumbling to himself as he checked each passing door. “That damn Creed,” he muttered to no one in particular. “That big pumped-up musclebag is going to learn the hard, ugly way what happens to people who stick their noses in my business.”

He shoved a wheeled crate off to the side, sending it crashing it into the wall. One of the arena personnel happened to be passing by, and caught Token’s eye. “Hey guy,” Weed said as he grabbed the man by the shirt. “Where’s Creed at?”

“H-his dressing room is down the hall. But I think he’s just arriving now. He might not be at his dressing room yet.”

Token smiled. “Perfect.”

He shoved the man aside and continued down the hallway. Turning the corner, he found the door marked “KVC” and opened it. Sure enough, Kodiak Vic Creed hadn’t arrived yet. From further down the hall, he heard a voice that appeared to be talking to Creed. Token hustled inside the room and quietly closed the door behind him.

Looking around the room, Token searched for a weapon of some kind. “Ah, there you are,” said Weed as he picked up a tried and true weapon of assault: the metal folding chair. “It’s your lucky day, chair,” said Weed. “You’re going to meet a big wrestling star: face to face.”

Token stood just to the side of the doorway, as the voices got closer. “I’ve got the water you requested, Mister Creed,” the voice said.

“Good,” replied the voice Token recognized as Vic Creed’s. “Just give it to me and get lost. I’m in no mood to deal with people right now.” Creed began to open the door and Token wound up with the chair. “So get lost before somebody gets hurt.”

Kodiak Vic Creed turned his attention from the hallway, just in time to see the flat end of a metal chair whistling towards his head. With a powerful left hook, Creed smacked the chair and drove it out of Token Weed’s hand, and into Weed’s face. As Token slumped to the floor, semi-unconscious, Creed continued into the dressing room and tossed his gym bag to the side.

“Oh and before you go,” Creed said to the arena personnel in the hallway. “Take that garbage out with you. It smells like a Cheech and Chong set in here.”

Meanwhile the whole world waited for The Lawyer and a saint to go toe to toe; and two mad men would meet in the Asylum, in a match that could possibly change Asylum forever...

From around the corner, peered a pair of beady eyes, squinting as Weed stumbled past.

They belonged to Joe Campbell.

“Well if it isn’t the druggie fuck.” Joe uttered to himself “You look in a bad way mate, certainly don’t look like U.K . champion material, we shall have to do something about that, now.,. who could you possibly face in such an injured state?

Joe looked up at the wall, investigating the booking sheet.

“No Archangel? We shall have to do something about that.” Joe said, taking out a pen and smirking to himself as he added a couple of words to the sheet, as he turned and walked away, the camera focused in.

T.V. Title
Token Weed Vs Archangel

The writing was on the wall, literally.

Nerva(c) Vs Jessica Jenkins
(Womens title, Stripdown Match.)

Impetigo's destination was right around the corner, when all of a sudden a man wearing a black mask charged from behind and leveled him with a baseball bat!

Whack!

Malone- "Sweet Jesus!"

JPP- " Who is ze man in ze mask?!"

The first hit was to the back and as Impetigo swung around in defense he was cracked on the top of the head. Impetigo went down in a heap, as the hooded man dashed away. He laid seemingly unconscious in a pile of his own blood. Much similar to the state Callous was left in after Wonder Hanna saved Impetigo at ManHunt.

Malone- " The funny thing about this is that Hanna had a bad feeling about going to this PPV. And look what happened.."

JPP- " I don't care about Hanna's funny feelings. All I want to know is who was ze masked man? And did he have any connec'zion to Callous!?"

Malone- "Or was it Callous? I guess we'll have towait for answers. Now lets get on with the show."

"Figures the two pricks they sent with me wouldn't have the combined IQ of a pet rock."

Tyler's train of thought quickly derails as he feels something sharp quickly go around his neck and begin to choke him out. As quickly as it starts the choking stops. Faith steps around and shows herself off being the demonic Christmas elf.

"Hey Tyler I have something special for you. And especially since it's the season for the beating I just wanted to let you know that there are a lot of hard feelings between us and I wanted you to have this."

Faith hands Tyler the black box wrapped in barbed wire. Tyler takes one look at it and throws it on the floor.

"Why the fuck would I want anything from you Bitch."

Faith bends over and picks up the box before throwing it at Tyler's face.

"Testy, testy Tyler's become testy since he stopped getting some, what's the matter none of the guys in your cell doing it for ya. Oh Well guess not. But here's the deal open the box up now or I'll choke the life out of you before any of those idiot guards get back. Okay."

Tyler picks up the box moving the barbed wire out of the way opens the box to reveal a pair of gloves similar to the ones he is currently wearing except these are spiked and have barbed wire running all over the knuckles. Faith smiles at the look that creeps over Tyler's face.

"Angel told me you were going to be in the Extreme Invitational tonight and I know your going to need all the help you can get tonight. So just a little something I made myself. I have to get before those idiots come back and catch me talking to you. See ya later and remember Seasons Beatings."

Faith skips away playing with her jump rope as Tyler gets a sick grin to his face switching into his new gloves smiling and thinking to himself this is about to get fun.

Carnage(c) Vs Sterling Silver Vs MUD Vs Inmate
(Extreme title)

Carnage had to defend his extreme title, this was something he was accustomed to, what he wasn't used to was the calibre and variety of his opponents, Sterling Silver... a man undoubtedly out of place in an Extreme match, MUD... right at home in an extreme enviroment, and the Inmate, who was extreme through and through.

"Adrenaline Rush" by Twista marked the entrance of the champion, coming out to a mixed response, Carnage's trademark knife glinted, tucked into his belt, his title belt on the other hand, bore into his shoulder, wrapped in barbed wire, the holder of the extreme title really did have to meet the requirements.

As "Silver" by Moist hit the arena, a man who clearly did not, made his way to the Asylum, Sterling Silver, perhaps the least extreme individual the Asylum had to offer, appeared from behind the curtain, brushing his blonde hair with his hand, he was like a walking star, light beaming off his Silver slacks, and elbowpad... not to mention the beam of his Hollywood pearly whites.

As he paced wearily around the Asylum, the sounds of Radiohead marked the entrance of Mortimer, of MUD as the common referance was, he made his way down to the Asylum, and instantly stalked Silver, a man who had proved a somewhat incapable team player the week previously, suddenly however... the crowd exploded.

"I Disappear" by Metallica.

The Inmate.

Tyler Burton rushed to the Asylum, decked out in a pair of orange convict pants, and what appeared to be a new tattoo running up his right shoulder, he rushed down to the Asylum with a chair in hand, clambered onto the rim, and in one short leap, broke the seating panel of the chair clean across Carnage's head!

The crazy Corteia fell to the ground, as Silver took a quick cheap shot, pulling out a monitor from the announce table and cracking it swiftly around the skull of MUD several times, busting him open, before taking the cable and using it the strangle the life out of him!

As this occurred, Inmate and Carnage did fierce battle, Carnage crotching Inmate, then taking a swing at him with the barbed wire wrapped, Silver plated Extreme title, Inmate however was able to duck, snatching the title from the hands of Carnage and delivering a sickening blow to his face, flesh visibly ripping from the barbed wire, as Silver released a gasping MUD on the outside, he clambered up and into the Asylum, running and Inmate and leaping, looking to take him down with a traditional Lou Thesz press.

Unfortunately, he found himself in a trick situation.

Inmate gripped Silver, his feet hovering in the air, before hurling him ferociously across to the Asylum with a HUGE suplex! Silver hit the Asylum mesh and bounced down on his neck, as Carnage rushed at Inmate.

T-Bone suplex! Carnage too flew across the Asylum, landing with a thud on the canvas, as MUD now rushed into the Asylum, leaping at Inmate!

HEAD AND ARM SUPLEX!

MUD joined the others, tossed across the Asylum by Inmate with relative ease, Inmate stood in the center of the Asylum as the three men stood dazed, suddenly realising that it would be wiser to eliminate Inmate from the proceedings before they continued.

And so, they did.

All three men rushed in, tackling Inmate to the ground, an attack impossible for him to defed, there the three bludgeoned him with punched and kicks until he lay amass of his own blood, the three men laying into him viciously.

The crowd exploded.

Archangel.

The giant appeared from nowhere, Carnage turning into him and being clasped by the throat, in one effortless motion, Archangel showed that he too could play extreme, tossing the champion effortlessly over the Asylum rim with a one handed throw, Carnage hitting the steps with a hideous clank on the way down, before laying in a comatose state on the arena floor!

MUD turned next, running at Archangel who effortlessly lifted a boot and near decapitated him! Silver turned to see Archangel attacking, and instead took the easy option, hopping the Asylum rim and retreating.

And suddenly, the tension grew.

Archangel and Inmate stood nose to nose, suddenly, Inmate lifted his barbed wire wrapped gloves into the air and nodded at the Angel, who acknowledged back, jabbing his fists into Inmate’s and sealing the deal with Inmate in blood, the two were officially co-existing!

Archangel left to a huge response from the crowd, as Inmate turned, suddenly under attack once again, Silver had chosen to interject back into the match, doing so by cracking Inmate across the skull with the ring bell, almost taking his head off and busting him wide open!

As Inmate hit the canvas, MUD was up, rushing at Silver, who sidestepped and cracked him in the ribs with the bell, as he doubled over, Silver hit his end blow, lifting MUD up and spiking him onto the bell HARD with “The Tarnisher”! MUD lay motionless on the canvas as Silver rose to his feet, raising his hands in victory after his extreme title win, as he turned though, he was shocked not to see the referee handing the extreme title to him.

But a snarling Inmate, the blood flow which Silver had caused, running down his forehead.

Silver got the rag doll treatment, Inmate latching onto his leg like a pitbull that had locked its jaws on its prey and wasn’t going to let go, Inmate dragged Silver awkwardly over, locking on SNAP! As Silver screamed in agony, trying to defy the hold, after several twists and torquing motions, Silver finally gave in, tapping the canvas furiously as the bell rang, the Asylum had a new extreme champion!

“I Disappear” by Metallica played, Inmate grasping the title and holding it high above his head, perhaps a new era of extreme was about to dawn, in the Asylum.

Koji Tamura Vs Chris Credible

Token Weed(c) Vs Archangel
(U.K. Title)

JPP- Zere is ze monster monsiur Campbell has put Token Weed against.

Malone- And I get to call it with my best friend here JPP!

JPP- O'te Monsiur Malone doesn't seem to like me on this night.

Snowblind...

JPP- Oh, zere is ze chump that even puts ze U.K. Tit'le to shame...

Malone- I'll agree with you on that.

JPP- Holy shit!

The crowd erupted in boo's as Token Weed's music blared over the public address system as Token stepped out bloodied and battered. His face contorted into a permanent grimace of pain. Creed had put a good beating on Token, and he wasn't in any condition to fight. That didn't matter to Angel as he stepped into the octagon.

Malone- Not many people like Token.

JPP- I won'er why, hes a women abuser what next? Hopscotch? Ze Tiddly Winks...

Malone- Stop right there, you used that line the last PPV.

JPP- DAMN!

Token was already leaning against the wall of the Asylum when ArchAngel started his assault on him, throwing fists into his already bloody face spraying the red fluid in mists with every punch he delivered. Angel stepped back to hit him with the knock out punch, he swung... and delivered.

JPP- Zat was a huge swing.

Malone- Look at all that blood that sprayed from Token's face with that punch...

JPP- Zat's iz als'o is fault for fighting two large men!

Angel looked stunned as Token looked up at him, still standing, one eye completely red from blood vessels being broken inside of it.

Malone- LOOK AT TOKEN! HIS FACE IS COVERED IN BLOOD AND HE'S STARING RIGHT BACK AT ARCH ANGEL!

JPP- Oy, hor'ible zituation for Angel, look at Token's eye, he'z ze DEVIL!

Malone- That's from blood vessels busting in the eye....

JPP- Oh...

Angel dove at Token, he was tired of playing around. He fell right on top of the smaller Token, who instantly wrapped his legs around Arch
Angels back and his arms around Angel's head. Angel struggled to pull himself free, but Token kept the lock on as Angel began punching Token in the stomach. Token laughed as Arch Angel could hardly raise his fists to deliver the shots to Token's stomach.

Malone- Token has Angel locked into that guard position, his fists are hardly having any effect on Token!

JPP- ZE BASTARD IS ZE CHEATING!

Angel began to notice Token's demeanour now, noticing the smile on his face, Arch Angel just had to smack it off his pathetic face. Angel let out a tremendous roar as he began to manoeuvre his legs and began to rise to his feet.

JPP- ARCH ANGEL PO'ERING OUT OF ZE GAURD!

Malone- So it seems JPP.

Angel wasn't up for long as Token drilled Angel right between the eyes with a head butt knocking him to the ground in a daze.

JPP- ZE CHEATING! CHEATING!

Malone- There are no rules in there...remember...

JPP- Oui? SHAT!

This also hurt Token too as he slumped down against the mat for a brief moment as he began to climb to his feet. Token turned around to see a very, very, very, large pissed off man looking down at him.

JPP- FEEL HIS PAIN MONSIURE WEED!

Malone- Angel has been exposed to very little pain this match JPP...

JPP- I'm not zaying damn this time...

Malone- Nor shat?

JPP- Nope, just BAH!

Arch Angel began throwing fists into Token's face, this time giving them everything he had into each fist, pummeling Token backwards towards the Asylum wall. Angel stepped backwards once again landing a huge punch, this one drove Token to the Asylum canvas, leaving a large smeer mark of blood.

Malone- Angel is really tearing into Token this fight.

JPP- AND ITS ZE DAMNED GOOD ZING TO'O!

Token looked up, dazed, but he had to get up, he had to keep fighting. Angel didn't seem to have a problem with that as he grabbed Token by the hair and placed him between his legs.

JPP- WORSE ZAN LIVING! GOOD NIGHT FOR TOKEN!

Malone- He has to hit it first!

Arch Angel pulled back wards lifting Token up above his head in powerbomb position, and threw him outwards, he grabbed Token's head and slammed it back down into the canvas.

Malone- 1!

Malone- 2!

Malone- 3!

Token begins to roll over on the mat and get to his knee's.

Malone- 4!

Malone- 5!

Malone- Token finally brought himself to his feet at six!

Arch Angel reached around and grabbed him around the neck putting him in a dragon sleeper. Arch Angel arched his back as he applied more pressure on Token's neck. Token was now kicking his feet off the ground as Arch Angel pulled back and suplexed Token by his neck into the mat.

JPP- ZLEEPING DRAG'N ANGLE ZE PLEX!

Malone- 1!

Malone- 2!

Malone- 3!

Malone- 4!

Token begins crawling across the mat.

JPP- ZE SHITZ! ZE SHITZ! HE'S GETTIN'G OUP!

Malone- 5!

Malone- 6!

Malone- 7!

Malone- 8!

JPP- BAH HEZ AT HIS FECKING KNEEZ!

Malone- And at Nine Token Weed finaly climbed to his feet.

Arch Angel seemed tired of Token always getting back up, he wanted to finish this once and for all with his last charge of swinging fists. Token steps out of the way, grabbing Angel's arm and jumping into the air locking a hanging arm bar on Angel.

JPP- NO, ANGEL DONT TAP!

Malone- This is insane, out of control...

Angel lets out a roar as he swings around helplessly, trying to fling Token off, who finaly is forced to let go from being smacked against the cage wall.

JPP- OUI! GET HIM ANGEL!

Angel stumbled backwards, rubbing his arm, bending it back and forth making sure it wasn't broken. Token rose to his feet, and watched Angel slowly come walking towards him. Token smiled as he kicked Arch Angel in the thigh, causing a scream from the giant of a man to be bellowed from the darkness of his lungs.

Malone- Token is going to chop Angel down like a tree!

JPP- SHAT! ANGEL'S IN DEEP SHAT!

Token struck again, with another kick to the thigh. Token kicks again, and again, and again as finally Angel falls down, his weight unable to be supported on the leg.

JPP- Zis is bad.

Angel now claws his way to his feet, he slowly limps over to Token who was leaning against the rim of the cage wall, looking tired.

JPP- DON'T BITE ANGEL ZE TRICK! ZE TRICK!

Malone- Token may just be tired out.... He's had his ass handed to him twice tonight...

Angel pulled back and let a huge right hook fly, as Token ducked underneath it and drilled Angel with a pump kick to the back of the head, causing Angel to fall and smack his head off the rim of the Asylum.

JPP- NO! YOUR FECKING KIDDING ME! MALONE ZIS IS Y'OUR FAULT!

Malone- 1!

Malone- 2!

Malone- 3!

Malone- 4!

Malone- 5!

Malone- 6!

Malone- 7!

Malone- 8!

Malone- 9!

JPP- ZIS IS BULL SHIT! BULL SHIT I TELL YOU! ITZ WORZE ZAN A COW FECKING MORMON!

Malone- 10!

JPP- Ze bastard man won his tit'le back.

Malone- but he earned it.

Malone- Token is slumped over in the ring as he was handed the title, his blood being the only blood spilled, but Joe still has more to look forward too. A saint and a lawyer would attempt to kill each other, and two things he hates try to do the same thing. A wrestler takes on a fighter in the main event.

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

After weeks of being played around, Synn would finally receive his title shot.
Hypnosis would finally face up to the biggest challenge to his TV title reign so far.
The match has been building in Hypnosis’ mind for near on a year, is finally going to take place.

“Won’t Lie Down” (Kombat Mix) by Face to Face hit as Hypnosis walked out, the picture of intensity. He burned it down to the cell, before jumping over, and raising the title high in the air. He looked out over the crowd, as they knew as well as he did, that he was about to encounter the fight of his life.

“The Fight Song” (Synnful remix) by Marilyn Manson & Afterbirth. Synn. Alone. He didn’t bring the Few down to the cell. His feud with Hypnosis was on a more personal level, and in some way, Synn had to prove not only to Hypnosis, but also to himself, that he could defeat Hypnosis one on one.

The bell rung, and the two circled each other. A “HYP-NO-SIS” chant broke out as the two locked up in a collar and elbow tie up, but neither the hold nor the chant lasted long, as Synn buried a knee to the rib cage of Hypnosis. With Hypnosis double over, Synn capitalised, grabbing a handful of hair, and slamming him backwards to the mat. Synn waited for Hypnosis to get back to his feet, before following up with a hard clothesline. Synn started to lay the boots in, as Hypnosis squirmed on the mat, but Synn lost his attention.

Hypnosis grabbed Synn’s foot, and pulled him down to the mat. Hypnosis pounced on Synn, and started wailing away at the temples of Synn. Hypnosis aimed a square punch at Synn’s jaw, which Synn wasn’t expecting, and he connected fully, before following through with an elbow to the nose. Synn covered his face, as the blood poured from his nose. Hypnosis got up, and pulled Synn to his feet, not letting any advantages slip away in this fight. Hypnosis kicked Synn in the gut, before executing the Slam Dunk, necking Synn over the rim of the cell. Hypnosis looked at the downed Synn, whose nose was still spewing out the crimson river of life, and it was evident that his nose must have been broken.

Hypnosis propped Synn up, leaning against the cell, as he back up. Hypnosis launched himself feet first into Synn’s face, and Synn barely got his hands up in time, blocking only a small amount of the impact. Hypnosis smelt the victory, and went to pick Synn up one more time, but Synn executed the back up plan of every fighter. The low blow. Hypnosis doubled over and fell to the mat, leaving Synn time to recuperate. The ref started to count, but Hypnosis grabbed him and pulled him to the mat.

“FUCK NO. THERE AINT NO FUCKING DOUBLE COUNTOUTS IN THIS FIGHT!!!”

The ref stopped.

Both Synn and Hypnosis got to their feet at the same time, as Hypnosis ran at Synn, looking to connect with the “Sledgehammer”, but Synn ducked, and punched Hypnosis in the solar plexus, expelling all the wind from his body. As Ty started gasping for air, Synn grabbed his hair, and went to execute a reverse suplex… that he dropped into an Ace Crusher. THE TWISTED STAIRCASE!!!

Hypnosis rolled around on the canvas, but before the ref could even start the count, Synn had picked him up, and was setting him up for The Hell Bound. Hypnosis blocked the suplex twice, before lifting Synn up, and suplexing him… but before Hypnosis could capitalise Harris was in the cell. Harris ran at Hypnosis trying to take him down with a series of punches, but Hypnosis blocked and sent him flying back out the cell with a giant overhead belly to belly suplex.

Hypnosis turned round to work on Synn, and got one kick in, before Drax grabbed him from behind. Hypnosis shot his leg back into the big man’s groin, before turning, and taking him down with the “Sledgehammer”. Hypnosis looked at Drax still moving, and leapt onto the cell rim, before rebounding off with his trademark moonsault.

Synn was up, as Hypnosis turned and picked Synn up in the fireman’s carry. KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!!!

NO!!!

Synn slipped out, and avoided the ace crusher. Hypnosis turned and ducked the punch from Synn, before taking Synn down with the hangman’s neckbreaker. Hypnosis knew this was his chance, with the Few incapacitated, and Synn injured. Hypnosis leaned against the cell wall, before spinning himself in a somersault leg drop, aimed at Synn’s already damaged face. Synn barely moved after both of Hypnosis’ heels connected with Synn’s face. Hypnosis looked over at the crowd all chanting his name, and knew a simple knock out wouldn’t so. Not even a submission would do. Hypnosis had only one option. To end Synn the same way that Synn had ended Hypnosis 2 year ago.

Hypnosis whistled to someone in the crowd, who threw a garbage can into the ring. Hypnosis lay the garbage can down, before asking for a table. The man leapt over the rail and gave Hypnosis the table, before being taken out of the arena by security, but the tools had been delivered. Hypnosis put the trashcan on the table before brining the almost lifeless Synn to his feet. Hypnosis picked Synn up for a powerbomb… before hoisting him up into the air, and driving him headfirst into the garbage can, on the table.

The can folded around Synn’s head.
The table shattered.
Synn… didn’t move.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

FOUR…

FIVE…

Drax was back on his feet, as he made a move towards Hypnosis.
Hypnosis kicked Drax in the gut, before taking him down with a rising knee to the chin.

SIX…

SEVEN…

Hypnosis disposed of Drax outside the cell, only to see Harris was gone.
Hypnosis turned to see Harris trying to get Synn out of the trashcan.

EIGHT…

Hypnosis grabbed Harris, and pulled him away from Synn, as the two started to brawl.

NINE…

Hypnosis ducked under one of Harris’ punches, and picked him up in the fireman’s carry. KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!!!

TEN!!!

Hypnosis had done it. He had defeated Synn, and exacted revenge on not only him but is new Few… but somehow it didn’t seem like it was the end between Hypnosis and Synn. Maybe… it was just the beginning.

He had won.

Not only the biggest fight of his Asylum career to date, but the battle which had been waging on and off for years. Hypnosis leant back, allowing himself to relax for the first time in weeks. The pressure was gone, and finally, a feeling of peace overcame him. He was tired. His legs felt heavy. Odd? He didn’t expect to relax this much.

Hypnosis looked around to see what was going on, but when he got to his feet, he collapsed. Hypnosis looked up at the blurred doorframe to see the figure of a man. Was it Synn? No… but there was something familiar about him. And there it was. His smile. His sick twisted smile.

Carnage.

Mike Bear Vs Fear?
(Bear's contract on the line.)

The audience has already started cheering by the time “Gets Me Through” hits the crescendo at the beginning of the song, as they’ve learned it signifies the entrance of Mike Bear and his lovely wife Brittany. Mike bursts through the curtain with Brittany at his side with a big cocky smile on his face, as per usual. The two climb into the Asylum and Mike’s music begins to die down. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a microphone.

Mike: Hello San Diego!

The crowd pops, since some of the crowd in attendance is actually from the San Diego metropolitan area, and the rest have been trained to pop at the mention of any city whatsoever, so long as they’re in that city at the time.

Mike: Thank you for that cheap pop. Now in case you haven’t noticed, Joe Campbell…

The crowd boos at the mere mention of Joe’s name.

Mike: Yeah I know. It seems that Joe doesn’t like me being on The Asylum roster, but fuck him, what do you people think?

The crowd cheers once again.

Mike: That’s what I thought. Now it seems Joe has found a mystery opponent for me and put me in a match with my contract on the line.

Mike (acting scared): Oh I’m so terrified. Yeah, right, the mystery opponent. THAT always works.

“Scum of the Earth”

Joe: Will you shut the fuck up?

Joe emerges from behind the curtain with an angry look on his face.

Joe: I’m getting sick of you running your

Mike: How’s your face Joe? Seeing as I tossed you around like a little bitch a week ago. I break your nose?

Joe: No!

Mike: Ah that’s ok, there’s always next time.

Joe: SHUT UP!

The crowd is laughing.

Mike: You need to lighten up Joe. You know some old friends of mine used to loosen up with some “women of low moral character.” I’d advise you to follow their example, but I’m sure a guy like you can’t get any without paying for it anyway.

Joe: Yeah yeah, get your cheap shots in now, chuckles. You won’t be laughing for long.

Mike: I won’t? No, you’re right, I’ll be crying from laughing so hard if you just want to sit here and play the dozens.

Joe: You know Mike, it’s funny how you should bring up those two friends of yours.

You taste what you want from me
You taste all of the gristle
From the bones I need
To stand up to you
To live up to fools
It’s too troubling

Can’t take what you like from me
Can’t take all of the money
That your money thieves
Don’t be careless now
Just a pretty babe
A cool covering

“Meat” by Tony Iommi and Skin rattles Qualcomm Stadium and Mike’s opponent in tonight’s match emerges from behind the curtain.

FEAR.

Even bigger than he was in the fWo.

And he doesn’t look like he’s forgotten about the dreaded “apron.”

Mike and Brittany are dumbstruck.

Joe: That’s right Mike. You’ve never beaten him without a tag partner. And he’s very, very angry.

Joe and Fear begin walking down towards the Asylum, the eyes of both Fear and Joe looked on Mike’s own eyes. Brittany begins backing away. Mike locks eyes with Fear as he gets into the circular structure. Joe is right next to Fear, still yelling at Mike, who doesn’t look away from Fear.

Joe: He told me about what he’s going to do to you. He told me that you were responsible for his neck injury. He told me he was going to rip out your stomach and burn your eyes with the acid. He told me all sorts of things, but most of all, he said that you wouldn’t leave this building alive.

At this point, Mike and Fear were chest to chest, Mike looking up and Fear looking down. Mike wasn’t intimidated, despite being at a 9 inch, 79 pound disadvantage.

Joe: So Mike, I suggest to just give up your employment here, because you don’t stand a chance. That is, if Fear will let you leave. Fear?

Fear looks over at Joe, as if to say “There’s no way he’s leaving unless it’s in a hearse.”

Joe: That’s what I thought. Fear, g...

And at that moment, in the time it took Joe to blink, Fear reached out and snatched Joe by the hair! Fear lifted him off the ground about an inch, coming close to tearing Joe’s hair out, and looked at him with a look of disgust.

And then, he turned to Mike, and raised his eyebrow.

And Mike smiled back.

Mike then reared back, and delivered a hard right to Joe’s face. Joe abruptly hit the mat. The crowd erupted as Mike raised the mic back to his lips.

Mike: So Joe, did I break your nose that time? I tried my best. Fear, if you would be so kind?

Fear smiled and applied the same move Mike applied to Joe the first night he appeared in The Asylum, the Fujiwara armbar. Mike got right down in Joe’s face.

Mike: Joe, you silly bastard, you should have known better. First of all, you should always read a contract before signing it. (Mike pulls his contract out of his jacket pocket) You see, right her on page 10 after it lists all the wild animals I won’t fight, it says that neither I nor Brittany can be put into a match with our career or contract on the line after December 10th, and all stipulations involving either of us being fired from the Asylum in matches after that date are rendered null and void.

Joe slammed his head on the mat, he knew he should have read those contracts, he was just too scared of what might’ve happened if he hadn’t signed them immediately.

Mike: Second, of all the people, you chose Fear? Bad move Joe. You see, six months on your back gives you a long time to think, and Fear remembered how much I had helped him and not just a couple of embarrassing incidents. Fear knows it’s better to be with me than against me. Maybe someday, you’ll realize that too.

But I doubt it.

You ok Fear?

Mike brings the mic over for Fear to say a few words.

Fear: Oh, yeah, fine.

Mike: And there you have it folks! A big man of few words. Give it up for Fear!

The crowd cheers.

Mike: And now, as the final sign of good faith, I want to give you, Fear, your first win here in The Asylum.

Mike then proceeds to climb over the railing and jumps down the steps onto the floor below. The bell rings as Brittany picks up Joe’s mic from the mat.

Brittany: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, Fear!

Brit raises Fear’s hand, the other still applying part of the hold on Joe’s arm. Mike climbs back into the Asylum.

Mike: So Joe, remember, today’s lesson is, don’t fuck with me, because you’ll only end up getting fucked. Have you learned your lesson for today?

Joe, somehow through the pain, manages to lift his other hand and extend his middle finger. Mike just shakes his head.

Mike: Joe, Joe, will you ever learn. We could have just let you go with another warning, but I’m afraid Fear is going to forcibly eject you from the ring. Fear?

Fear finally lets go of his arm, gets up, lifts Joe from the mat and over his head, power lift style. Fear then tosses him like piece of lumber out towards the entrance ramp. Joe lands with a thud, coughs up the red liquid Asylum fans are so familiar with and slowly makes his way to the back. All the while, Mike and Brittany have been greeting Fear, this being the first time they’ve been together on good terms since April. Mike and Fear embrace briefly.

Mike: So Fear, no hard feelings.

Fear: Whoa whoa, let’s not go that far. Let’s just say so long as there are no aprons, we’ll be fine.

Mike: *laugh* Don’t worry. No more aprons. I promise.

Brittany: Hey, now wait a second, now what about this we stuff? Does that mean...

Fear: I’m in if you are.

Mike: Sounds good to me. What do all of you think? Is The Underground back?

The crowd cheers.

Mike: Sounds like another yes. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the second incarnation of The Underground!

Hypnosis scratched his neck and felt the pain: The searing pain of a laceration. Hypnosis pulled his hand away to see the blood on his hands. Carnage had slit Hypnosis’ throat… but not fatally. Carnage knew what he was doing. He had missed the major arteries, sending a clear message to Ty. Hypnosis… was his.

Hypnosis got up and flagged down a taxi.

How the fuck could he play this game with a man who obeyed no rules?

A.D. Vs LLB

Angel Dalton and Roland Miles Ermann were chalk and cheese, different backgrounds, different upbringings, different morales, different ethics.

Different people.

But different people who clashed, the two men’s purposes in life directly opposed those of the other, LLB was a lawyer, he lived for law and order, his life was made by deciding the fate of others.

A.D. on the other hand, was the opposite, for him… there was no law and order, the only law was Angel’s law, and he would continue to live by his own rules until the day he died, it wasn’t surprising that the two directly opposed each other, LLB was oppressive, A.D. wouldn’t be oppressed.

“Between Angels & Insects” had the crowd on their feet with an explosion of cheers seconds later, the music of Angel Dalton marked the entrance of one of Asylum’s biggest favourites, A.D. stepped through the curtain, taping up the end of his fist, before beginning his march down to the Asylum, he reached it and clambered up the steps, finally getting in and focusing his glare to the top of the aisle, where the erratic yet not surprising entrance of LLB began.

The lights dimmed and were accompanied by black and white pulsating lights, “Points of authority” by Linkin Park was followed by the letters L L B cascading across the video wall, and the man himself strode out onto the Asylum ramp, catching the heat of some solid boos from the crowd, LLB quickly shook them off however, striding down to the Asylum and clambering up the steps.

Then clambering back down.

LLB loved this part of that game dearly, quite simply… he was fucking with A.D.’s head, LLB clambered up the steps again, but once again retreated, the crowd hated it, but LLB loved watching A.D. tense up to fight then relax as he withdrew, he wasn’t however getting the effect he desired from A.D., but did much to the displeasure of the crowd, quickly spitting at A.D., who ducked it and snapped, giving chase as LLB set off at run around the Asylum! A.D. leapt the rim, the match afterall being falls count anywhere… he chased LLB, who suddenly stopped, almost crouched as though he was shielding something from A.D.

CRACK~!

He was.

A steel chair!

Plan executed immaculately, A.D. running at full speed, LLB simply spun and send a solid chair shot straight down onto the top of his skull! A.D. fell flat out on his back as a wry smile appeared on LLB’s face, he was quick to act again, tearing A.D.’s shirt from his back, and wrapping it around Dalton’s neck, strangling the life out of him! A.D. struggled, but LLB saw this, vindictively grabbing a handful of A.D.’s hair, and in a scene reminiscent to one in the move Fight Club, simply driving his face down into the floor, once, twice… three times, until a fountain of blood simply sprayed from above A.D.’s eyebrow, he lay face down on the ground with the shirt still wrapped around his neck, as LLB picked the chair back up, and went to work.

“Dalton, I find you guilty, quickly of making a mockery of the Law, and for that, I can see only one feasible verdict, only one penance is good enough for you, one penalty…

The penalty, is death.” LLB snarled, bringing the solid chair flat down across the spine of A.D., it cracked notoriously, A.D. not moving as LLB drew back the chair behind his head, and brought it down again with a sickening snap, and again… and again, a terrifying expression of pure rage upon LLB’s face, as he brought the chair down, and down, and down… A.D.’s back now bleeding from jagged parts of the chair, the back rest had long since flown off into the crowd, as LLB tossed the chair up into the Asylum, grabbing A.D. by the ankle and pulling him up the steps, making sure his head bounced off everyone.

“And now Dalton, for you’re public execution.” LLB snarled, tossing A.D. over the Asylum rim, A.D. crawled desperately into the center of the Asylum, blood still dripping sickeningly from his brow and staining the canvas, in the background, LLB prepared to hit the end blow, the Erroneous Conclusion.

LLB ran.

A.D. set his hands on the chair, which lay on the ground.

Instinct played a big part, A.D. turning and tossing the chair in one motion, it flew through the air in a split second, hitting LLB smack bang in the face, LLB’s sprint didn’t air the impact, as he fell back to the canvas stunned, blood coursing from his mouth, A.D. now picked up the chair, and had a few words of his own.

“Now listen up you fuck, I find YOU guilty… guilty of stealing other peoples lives away… and guilty of being an oppressive mother fucker, how… do… you… plead?” A.D. snarled, the fury now present in his eyes too.

“Not… guilty!” LLB gurgled through the blood.

“Wrong… fucking… ANSWER!” A.D. roared, following up with a solid shot to LLB’s ribs with the hard edge of the chair, A.D. stood over LLB, jabbing the chair into his throat, and pressing down his weight on it.

“How about now? Would you like to change you’re plea?” A.D. said with a smirk, blood coursing down his face.

“I… I… not, GUILTY!” LLB snarled, spitting blood as best as he could at A.D., who shook his head.

“Wrong… fucking… ANSWER!” A.D. roared again, drawing back the chair and slamming it down across the head of LLB, who’s body spasm’s under the hefty blow, A.D. grabbed him by the face, lifting him up, and placing him throat first over the Asylum rim, placing the chair down on the back of his neck.

“Now, think very carefully about this, bitch… there’s a hard way, and an easy way, one of the involves me removing your head, I don’t think I need explain which, now, how do you plead?”

LLB didn’t move.

A.D. sighed.

“Wrong answer.” A.D. said, drawing back the chair, and bringing it down!

CRACK!

Steel upon steel! LLB took evasive measures, rolling desperately out of the way and avoiding the fatal blow, he was on his knee’s, and hesitated not, to hit A.D. with a stunning low blow, and toss him over and out of the Asylum, A.D. hitting every step on the way down!

LLB fell to the ground gasping for recovery oxygen, A.D. lay out on the cold arena floor, but it was LLB who got to his feet first, grabbing the chair A.D. had previously used, and simply tossing it down onto A.D.’s head! LLB clambered out of the Asylum, delivering several solid kicks to A.D.’s face, before picking him up, and slamming his head down into the hard steel steps, there A.D. lay motionless, as LLB grabbed another chair, and opened it up next to the guard rail, his plan was rather vague, as he picked up the shaky A.D, and whipped him at pace toward the chair, A.D. saw it however, planting a solid foot on it, but unable to stop, vaulted off and took up an extremely unsteady balance on the guard rail, turning to get down, he was met by an unexpected woe, LLB hitting the final piece of the puzzle.

Vaulting off the chair.

Sailing through the air.

Erroneous Conclusion.

The crowd gasped in amazement and worry for A.D., LLB connecting with the stiff block and taking himself, and A.D. from the rail, hurling amongst the bodies in the crowd! The match official quickly scurried through the crowing fans, pushing them aside to count the two downed bodies, who lay motionless amongst chairs and other people.

1

2

3

4

5

6

7

8

LLB rose to his feet from amongst the carnage, raising his hand in a suggestive victory notion!

9

And suddenly, a decisive moment, A.D. was up, lifted by his fans… who picked their fallen hero up to his feet, LLB turned in an absolute rage to see A.D. standing, but as he rushed at him, he was met by a shock, a wicked punch around the head! LLB rocked back, clearly seeing stars as A.D. stumbled forth, still recovering as LLB stumbled away, trying to escape, it wasn’t long before LLB had pushed his way through the bustling crowd, bursting through a curtain and surveying the surrounding corridors, he looked behind him and saw A.D. coming , a sinister smile coming across his face as he picked up a nearbye chair, and prepared to destroy A.D. as he appeared through the curtain.

He waited.

And he waited.

And he waited.

Nothing.

LLB scratched his head, and turned.

WHOOSH~!

He was blinded, Angel Dalton letting rip with a fire extinguisher from behind! LLB squirmed backward, clutching his eyes as A.D. continued to fire the cold contents relentlessly, until the canister ran out.

CLANK!

It didn’t finish serving its purpose however, A.D. hurling the heavy can into LLB’s head! LLB fell to the ground, crawling desperately down to corridor, and shoving open a door which read “Parking lot”, before desperately collapsing through it, all the while, A.D. pursuing him with cruel intentions, LLB continued to crawl desperately in escape, suddenly disappearing between two cars, A.D. followed, but lost track of LLB, who had seemingly vanished, suddenly… A.D.’s attentions were grabbed, the screeching of a car alarm echoing through the silent lot, A.D. arrived at the scene of the “crime” only to find broken glass.

And a jolting pain to the back of his skull.

Caused by a tire iron.

Caused by LLB!

LLB drove the tire iron into the neck of A.D., dropping him like a proverbial sack of shit, as A.D. hit the ground, LLB struck relentlessly, taking him to pieces with the with the tire iron, relentless shots as A.D. slipped into unconsciousness, LLB stepped back to survey the damage, and let a quick “Fuck” slip out, realising that there was no referee to be seen, he however… would take action to ensure that A.D. wouldn’t be getting up for a long time.

LLB lifted up A.D., rolling him onto the hood of the car, and stepping up with him, using the tire iron to deal a strangling lock, he threw it to the ground, lifting A.D. between his legs, and spiking him to the hood with a piledriver! A.D. bounced hideously! Before landing down on the concrete floor in a heap! LLB looked around once again, “Shit” still no referee, LLB would have to do something drastic.

He hopped down from the hood, and dragged A.D. by his hair and the belt on his pants, taking him over to a nearbye railing, and peering over, surveying several parked cars fifteen feet below.

“Ah yes, this will suffice.” LLB said coldly, picking up A.D. and “sitting him on the fence” so to speak, measuring back… to deal a blow that would more than likely end the career of A.D. for good!

LLB ran.

A.D. opened his eyes, he saw LLB charging like a raging bull, but like a matador, he stepped aside, using LLB’s own momentum against him to fling him disastrously over the ledge, a second passed, followed by the shattering of a windshield, and the hooting of an alarm, A.D. looked over the ledge, and saw a downed LLB, laying in the shattered window shell, bleeding heavily, a huge dent in the car hood, a referee, ironically, on the scene… to make the count.

1

2

3

4

5

6

7

8

9

10!

Unquestionable, there was no moving from LLB, who would surely require medical help, as would A.D., who limped back toward the lights of the arena, he’d won the battle.

For now.

Kenny Rock(c) Vs Steve Douglas
(Asylum Championship)

The Arrowhead Pond in Anaheim, California.

It was full.

And not a hint of surprise came with the announcement either, for the first time since the year 2000, the fWo would come together with another company to promote a match between competitors from each side… what was surprising however; was the company in question.

the Asylum.

It was no secret that animosity was shared between the two, after all… each was to its own, the fWo and the Asylum were entirely different entities, one a wrestling promotion, the other… fighting, the ethics and morale’s of each company were in direct conflict with the significant other, and this had been well documented, well documented in Boris Borst’s failed attempts to destroy wrestling as a sport, well documented in Joe Campbell’s public conflicts with fWo president Chris Universal.

In fact in reflection, December 22nd had been an accident waiting to happen for a very long time.

Ric Chronos had been the first televised incident, attending an Asylum show and taking offence to the words of Pete Borst, Chronos answered a challenge, only to be beaten to a pulp by the Asylum champion, Chronos, now and fWo champion, had made many subtle references to the Asylum since, none of which were very complimentary.

Bad blood was clearly boiling.

And it reached boiling point, when at that time named Boris Borst appeared on fWo television, promptly setting fire to the fWo video wall, and shortly after being attacked and removed from the arena by several fWo superstars, Borst’s distraction however had serious repercussions, giving the aptly named stable “3vil” booking power in the fWo.

Austin Davis recently added more fuel to the blazing fire, his appearance on Asylum television casting doubts upon any potential fWo future, the path which Davis may take is still questionable to this day.

And amongst it all, a hatred beyond the spectrum of the fWo and the Asylum, a far more momentous battle was raging.

A battle inside the mind of Kenny Rock.

Dating back several years, to the Champions Wrestling League.

Then an up and coming superstar, Kenny Rock had been given a chance to do battle with Steve Douglas , a chance to prove himself a worthy CWL constituent, following an incident during the match however, things did not go as planned, resulting in a complete farcical and extremely embarrassing outcome.
And outcome which would result in Kenny Rock’s release from the CWL.

And outcome which Kenny Rock, would never forget.

Kenny never truly made it back to the bigtime, he never reached the superstar status which he had earlier been tipped to achieve, Kenny spent several years climbing the ladder, before finally hitting rock bottom, when late in the new millennium, he signed for a company which directly opposed everything he had ever looked to achieve.

A company based solely on “fighting”.

Kenny Rock hated it, he hated the broken bones and the real blood, but he persisted, he prevailed, not because he wanted to be a fighter, not because he wanted to be famous, but because hatred was giving him all the motivation he would ever need.

Revenge.

Revenge upon Steve Douglas, Kenny had watched Steve fall from the top of the ladder, but this wasn’t enough, Kenny wanted to see the downfall of Steve Douglas under his terms, just as he had fallen to Steve all those years ago, and when Douglas made a return in early 2000 with the then sky rocketing CWL, Kenny saw Steve Douglas blinking on superstardom once again.

And he wasn’t going to let it happen.

When Kenny signed yet another CWL contract in mid 2000, nobody knew his true motives, nobody knew that the contract and the matches he would fight were merely a smokescreen to cover his slow plotting of Douglas’ downfall, but when the CWL closed under unfortunate circumstances, Kenny was forced to once again abort the mission.

Until Steve Douglas began to appear on fWo television.

This boiled the blood of Kenny Rock, now the Asylum champion, Kenny had been beaten, battered and bruised to achieve his goal, he’d fought some of the hardest battled of his life and tarnished his reputation as a wrestler forever, and now… he’d have to watch Steve Douglas stroll casually into the fWo, and walk straight back up to the top again.

Suffice to say, he wasn’t going to let it happen.

Kenny used every trick in the book, and he succeeded, once again launching the plan to destroy Douglas, he succeeded to an extent, Douglas… who was rapidly emerging as a contender for several high end fWo titles, was quickly engulfed in a bitter feud he couldn’t escape, a bitter feud with a man who he didn’t even remember.

Kenny Rock tried it all, every dirty trick in the book, and tonight… it appeared as though he’d get his wish, a wrestling match against Steve Douglas, live on pay per view, for Kenny’s Asylum championship, he loved it… this was the spotlight he had always wanted, this was the opponent he had always desired to put and end to, and finally, at Twilight & pAin, the end would come… one way or another.

The crowd in the Arrowhead pond bustled uncomfortably, it was ironic that on a night where a truly great battle would be fought in the ring, the chances were that similar battles would break out within the arena, true to heart Asylum and fWo members both in the same vicinity, thing’s were just as tense in the crowd as they would later be in the ring.

Suddenly however, the tension dispersed.

“Underdog” by the Testeagles, one half of the arena exploded with cheers, the other with boos, it wasn’t hard to establish which were the fWo assemblage and which were that of the Asylum.

Douglas made his way to the ring, a cold expression in his eye, he knew the battle which lay ahead may be his only chance to return some of the favours Kenny had sent his way in previous months, he also knew that on this night, Kenny Rock would be more dangerous than ever, that… and he couldn’t quite shake the fact that the premiere title of another promotion would be on the line.

Douglas clambered up onto the apron and through the ropes of the ring, standing in the center and gazing across the crowd, the fact that it would be contested in a wrestling ring, was no coincidence, in a disturbing twist, Kenny Rock had been immaculately preparing everything to mirror image his only ever previous encounter with Douglas, this time however… Kenny Rock was the champion.

And right on que, he made his entrance.

“Remember Me” by Hoobastank marked his arrival, an arrival which rose a response which Kenny Rock was not accustomed too, the fWo fans in attendance booed as expected, but it appeared for one night, that Kenny Rock would have the support of his Asylum brethren.

After a short delay of red flashing lights, a pyro marked the entrance of the Asylum champion, who strolled through the curtain, one hand clutching the Asylum championship, and the other his sledgehammer “Almighty”, it was even questionable as to which one was of more importance to Kenny, the title brought the fame, the hammer brought the pain.

Rising both into the air in premature celebratory fashion, he focused a glare on Douglas, who wasted no time in bouncing it straight back and mouthing a few choice words in Kenny’s direction, Kenny simply responded with a smile and a nod, making his way down to the ring as the lights in the arena finally came back up, Kenny tucked the almighty into a display like position next to the ring, before climbing onto the apron, and deliberately and arrogantly turning his back on Steve Douglas to raise the title into the air.

Thus making his first mistake of the night!

Douglas rushed forth, connecting with a solid lariat to the back of Kenny’s head, the title flew to the arena floor, as Kenny fell off the apron, and landed neck first against the guard rail, generating the first huge pop of the night, Douglas continued the assault, sliding under the bottom rope, he smashed Kenny across the face with several hard rights and lefts, Kenny rocking back from each!

Douglas finally got some thinking time, dragging Kenny in and hitting him with several hard knee’s to the sternum, Douglas had winded Kenny, and shortly thereafter grabbed him by the hair, slamming his skull into the ringsteps!

Kenny fell to his knees, crawling desperately away in a manor which you would expect to see from a victim, running from a killer in a horror movie, Kenny continued to crawl desperately, wide eyes, as Douglas pursued with haste, Kenny turned his head, seeing Douglas and desperately staggering to his feet and away, turning yet another corner of the ring, before rolling under the bottom rope.

Sometimes the oldest tricks in the book, were the best ones.

For all the time he’d spent away from wrestling, Kenny Rock hadn’t forgot the basics of cheap trick 101’, sliding under the rope, Douglas followed, only to be met in the back of the skull by several hard Kenny Rock kicks, a man who had sprung back to life without a moments notice, turning in an instant from a terrified victim into a snarling attacker.

Kenny went about punishing Douglas in traditional style, hard boots to the skull and face, a few more to Douglas’ still tentatively taped ribs, each one knocking more and more wind from the sails of the veteran, Kenny finally resorted to the cheap trickery once again, placing Douglas’ head under the bottom rope, and stepping onto the rope, a foot at each side of Douglas’ head, strangling him into unconsciousness with the ropes, the referee powerless to spot it under the none disqualification rules.

Kenny released Douglas, taking a moment to jeer the fWo portion of the crowd with a quick “You suck.” Remark, this however was met by an unexpected roar of joy, for unbeknownst to Kenny, Douglas had risen to his feet, and hesitated not, to deliver a solid slam to Kenny, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him skull first into the canvas!

Kenny rose to his feet, dazed and embarrassed, he was quickly met by several more stinging punches and kicks by Douglas, who finally floored him, taking him by the wrist, and pulling him into a neck snapping short arm clothesline!

Kenny hit the canvas, and quickly took back to using cheap tactics, rolling out of the ring for a breather! He didn’t get much time however, a high octane Douglas running on full cylinders, running and catching Kenny in the jaw with a baseball slide! Kenny rocked back, as Douglas slid under the ropes and once again persued Kenny, who once again desperately scrambled to get away, genuine, or another trap? Unfortunately it was impossible to establish, as Douglas caught up with Kenny, pulling him back by the hair, and sending a stiff jab into his nose, the pop’s were all around, one being Kenny Rock’s nose which exploded with bloor, and the other being the reaction of the crowd, baying for the blood of Kenny!
Kenny struggled free and once again took to escaping, but Douglas continued in relentless persuit, grabbing Kenny by the hair and slamming him face first into the canvas, leaving a blood stand where his face had struck, Kenny again stumbled away, only for Douglas to slam his head into the guard rail, again… and again, and again!

Kenny once again stumbled away resiliently, Douglas shaking his head and persisting in following Kenny, who’s stumble quickly became a brisk walk, then a quick pace… and finally a run! Kenny Rock was running from Steve Douglas!

Who had no problem in giving chase, until finally grinding to a halt, somewhat in confusion, but mainly caution, Kenny Rock did something most unusual, placing his hands on the ringsteps, he slipped over them, keeping his hands firmly on the steps, he landed on his feet, dragging them from his base, it seemed to take an eternity for what was something which occurred in a split second, Kenny tossing the steps a foot or two further in the air, and dropkicking them at a tremendous pace, Douglas didn’t even have time to get his hands up, the heavy steps colliding cleanly with his face, and surely knocking him unconscious on the arena floor, a resounding “Ohhhhh!” echoed through the arena from fans of the fWo and Asylum alike, the tremendous blow echoing through the arena with a hideous clank, Douglas fell flat on his back, quickly apparent that the blow had split his forehead wide open!

Kenny took a few moments on the floor to recover, a deranged smile appearing across his face in the knowledge that he’s “wowed” the crowd with his previous action, struggling up to his feet, Kenny wiped the blood coming from his nose, and walked back around to the area Douglas lay in, picking up the ring steps, and clambering onto the ring apron, a worrying position indeed for Douglas.

In one motion, Kenny Rock tried to impress the crowd once again, whilst despatching Douglas at the same time, Kenny once again showed lightning quick speed, dropping the steps down on Douglas, and in the same split second, coming down on top of them with a solid leg drop!

If only Douglas hadn’t moved!

CRACK!

Kenny roared in agony, Douglas rolling from beneath the falling steps, which hit the arena floor and resulted in Kenny plummeting down onto a solid object! Douglas got up to his feet, blood now coursing down his forehead, revenge was on his brain, promptly picking up Kenny, and sending him down headfirst with a DDT onto the steps! Kenny went limp, as Douglas rolled him over to the side, and picked up the steps!

CRACK!

Another solid blow, Douglas bringing the steps down from above his head, between the shoulder blades of Kenny! Kenny remained still on the arena floor, but Douglas still wasn’t done, grabbing a large handful of Kenny’s hair, and running him headfirst into the steel ringpost! Kenny fell to his knee’s and began to scramble once more, this time however there was no doubt, this move wasn’t a trap but a desperate attempt to escape Douglas, who had been dominating! Kenny once again found himself trapped, Douglas wrapping the camera cable at ringside around his throat several times, and choking the life out of him! Kenny gasped desperately, his eye’s bulging out of his head and his face growing redder by the second, it wouldn’t be long before he was unconscious, but help was at hand.

In the form of a sledge hammer!

Almighty, Kenny grabbed it in a desperate snatch, and instinct followed, grabbing it with his second hand, and thrusting it backwards, catching Douglas square in the face! Douglas fell back, he too now motionless, as Kenny attained the same position, completely still on the arena floor!

Kenny was the first sign of life, slowly untangling his throat from the mass of cable it’d previously been wrapped in, he crawled away from the lifeless body of Douglas, somewhat confused as to his own whereabouts, struggled back to the apron, before rolling into the ring, as he did… Douglas slowly rose to his feet, the blood on his forehead now beginning to dry, matting strands of hair to his face, Douglas too scrambled into the ring, where Kenny now stumbled to his feet.

And swung a dazed right hand!

Douglas ducked, getting behind Kenny and trapping him in a waistlock!

CRUNCH!

See the Kenny Rock book of dirty tricks, once again.

Kenny threw back his leg, catching Douglas between the legs with a solid low blow that knocked him to his knees, as he hit the ground, Kenny wasted no time in referring to the same book which had brought forth the low blow, approaching the top turnbuckle, and tearing at the pad, finally ripping it off, and stopping to arrogantly bat Douglas around the head with it.

Before grabbing his feet!

Slingshot!

The fWo percentage of the crowd grimaced, Douglas’ head colliding at high velocity with the exposed turnbuckle, the assault however, was far from over, Kenny Rock’s brain working several steps ahead, Kenny pushed Douglas back to the canvas without releasing his feet, and fell back again, once again slingshotting Douglas into the exposed buckle!

Several area’s of the crowd had now started to boo furiously at Kenny’s actions, as he put Douglas down again, not releasing the legs, and once again swung Douglas back up face first into the exposed turnbuckle! Douglas’ lack of motion once again suggested he had slipped into unconsciousness, but Kenny Rock hadn’t considered pinning him, simply moving onto the next area of the plan.

Rolling Douglas right over, and locking in an elevated boston crab! The crowd exploded, boo’s and cheers ringing through the arena, the end was evidently near, Douglas motionless and Kenny wrenching on the hold as much as humanly possible!

The referee got down in Douglas face, seemingly able to gather no response, he took Douglas arm, lifted it high, and let it drop.

Once.

He lifted it again.

Twice!

And again.

A thir…

NO!

Douglas’ arm hovered less than an inch above the canvas, before forming swiftly into a fist of rebellion, suddenly Douglas was alive, pushing himself up as Kenny’s face screwed into an expression of fury, yanking on the hold even more, to no avail however, Douglas squirming, sliding, and finally reaching the bottom rope!

The referee tore Kenny’s grip away from Douglas, who clutched his lower back in complete agony, Kenny simply shoved the referee to the canvas, looking at the downed Douglas, and delivering three solid kicks to his surely injured back.

The crowd booed.

“Shut the fuck up!” Was Kenny Rock’s response.

The crowd booed.

This time, Kenny’s actions were much stronger than any verbal attack, he slid to the outside, and flung back the ring apron, pulling from beneath an object which would likely be used for mass destruction.

A table!

The crowd exploded, boos and cheers all around, as Kenny set the table up on the arena floor, and slid back into the ring, grabbing Douglas by the hair, and dragging him across the canvas, before pushing him under the bottom rope, and pulling him into a standing position on the ring apron, several punches ensured that Douglas wouldn’t be going anywhere, as Kenny paced across the ring to gather a run up, before taking it, leaping over Douglas with a sunset flip, catching with with a powerbomb to the outside, through the table… on the way down!

If only it’d been that easy.

Another surge of life from Douglas, as Kenny leapt over him, he found himself hanging in a very intimidating position, upside down, Douglas was clutching the ropes, and what came next… would surely be the end blow.

Over the shoulder, belly to back piledriver.

A move with a thousand names, but the best description for this was “Holy Shit!” and the crowd in attendance did their job of announcing their feelings, Douglas catching Kenny Rock with the move, from the apron, head first, down through the table!

Shock buzzed through the crowd as the two lay motionless amidst the torn up table, Kenny laying with a potential broken neck, and Douglas still recovering from the trauma of the submission hold he’d previously survived, slowly… but surely, Douglas draped his arm over Kenny.

1…

2…

3!?

No! The crowd exploded in disbelief, Kenny Rock not only getting a shoulder up, but a very convincing one too! Kenny exploded up, raising his arm high in the air and kicking out of the pin, as Douglas rolled off, and delivered some stuff jabs to the head of Kenny who still lay entangled in the table!

Douglas pulled Kenny up by the hair, and rolled him back under the ropes, Kenny, despite the solid kickout, was certainly stunned by the huge blow Douglas had delivered, and this was evident as he remained motionless on the canvas, Douglas clambered in, picking up Kenny by the hair, and delivering a stiff kick to the gut.

Douglas Driver.

The crowd, quite simply; exploded.

Douglas dropped Kenny directly on his head with the dangerous brainbustr, like a jack in the box, Kenny’s popped up, almost bouncing off the canvas before laying limp, Douglas slowly but surely crawled over to Kenny, before draping an arm over his throat.

1…

2…

3!

The crowd exploded, but suddenly, a mass deflation hit the arena.

LLB.

And Kenny Rock’s foot on the ropes.

There was no doubt that the two were directly related, LLB stood back, holding his hands out in an “innocent” manor, as the unconscious Kenny Rock’s foot sat propped on the bottom rope, Douglas glared at LLB intensely, as LLB simply back away displaying a sinister smile, realisation set in for Douglas however, as he dragged Kenny into the center of the Asylum, and hooked him up, pinning him and hooking his leg.

1…

2…

NO!

Disbelief again, Kenny Rock kicking out! Kenny’s shoulder again exploded from the canvas, as Douglas sat up and once again exchanged words with LLB, who had undoubtedly cost him the match, LLB shook his head, but was soon caught in full blown confrontation with Douglas, who in a split second, reached over the ropes, and pulled LLB up onto the apron! LLB held his hands outm once again trying to play the innocent role!

Kenny Rock, unfortunately for Douglas, was on his feet!

CRUNCH!

A hard low blow met Douglas between the legs, he dropped LLB, who quickly scurried into the crowd and made his exit, as the hurt Douglas turned, Kenny snatched him up, planting him with his own Douglas Driver!

A few seconds passed, Kenny and Douglas laying still, before Kenny was able to drap his arm over and onto Douglas!

1…

2…

3!

NO! AGAIN~!

The referee’s count ground to a confusing halt, Kenny Rock looked up confused, as he still lay atop Douglas waiting for the three that would never arrive.

Angel Dalton.

A.D. had dragged the referee from the ring to the arena floor, halting the count! Kenny’s face was an almost vacant expression, one pitiful scumbag had snatched his years of planning and execution away from him.

“You’ll fucking pay for this motherfucker… I swear it.” Kenny said, as A.D. simply leapt into the crowd and exited in the same manor as LLB had, the scored were now level once again, everything had been reset, back on level grounds, Kenny slid tentatively to the outside, grabbing the referee by the collar androlling him back into the ring, before looking at Douglas and pondering a pin attempt.

“Fuck it” Kenny summarised, walking around the ring, shoving the fat kid in front row out of his seat, and snapping his chair up, before sliding it back into the ring, and following it shortly after, Douglas got to his feet on shaky legs, unaware of Kenny Rock who measured to take his head off with the deadly swing!

Kenny swung.

Kenny missed!

Douglas somehow mustered the power to duck, and spun, delivering a kick to the gut that put the fans in a reminiscent position, they erupted with cheers, the Douglas Driver was next.

Or, not.

Douglas hooked Kenny, but Kenny swiftly dropped to his knees, hitting Douglas with a stuff forearm low blow! As Douglas gasped in pain, Kenny rose, delivering a stunning uranage slam on Douglas, straight onto the steel chair! Kenny could sense it now, and the crowd could too, as he hooked Douglas’ leg tight, and rolled right over, an inescapable pin!

The referee slowly, painstakingly crawled to the scene to count.

1…

2…

3…

NO~!?

NO!

Douglas, somehow, someway, kicked out! Kenny Rock’s face was a picture worth a thousand words, he simply sat, in complete disbelief, clutching his head in his own hands, his mouth agape, he didn’t care that Douglas was recovering behind him, he didn’t care about any of it, how was Douglas still able to kick out?

Kenny rolled over, everything was a slow motion blur to him now, and he’d underestimated Douglas again, Kenny felt a kick to the gut, and as he doubled over, he was grabbed by the throat and liften high into a chokeslam, the next action would be to be brought down across Douglas’ knee, “D-Day”.

But Kenny, spat straight in the face of Douglas! Douglas, blinded… dropped Kenny to the ground, unfortunately, Kenny landed on his feet, grabbing Douglas and lifting him for the Douglas Driver!

Counter.

Kenny felt the weight shift, he felt a hungry Douglas move in for the kill, a final Douglas Driver that would be the end.

Douglas lifted Kenny off his feet, and crotched him on the top turnbuckle, the exposed one.

As things went, this… was very, very… bad.

Kenny’s eyes bulged again from the tremendous shot to the groin, but this wasn’t as important as Douglas, who clambered onto the roped with Kenny, and delivered a manoeuvre which had been outlawed in many countries.

A top rope brainbusted.

Kenny landed sickeningly, the areas of the crowd rooting for Douglas, even uneasy to cheer such an act, Douglas had taken a lot out of himself with the hold, but low and behold, he was able to roll over and make the cover.

1…

2…

NO.

NO.

NO.

Douglas echoed Kenny Rock’s earlier sentiments, a look of surprise and disbelief on his face, as Kenny Rock’s leg made its own way to the bottom rope, unassisted, somewhere… deep inside Kenny, the fire was still burning, the hate was still fueling it, and Douglas had to extinguish it; NOW.

Douglas went to the outside, and he pulled in an object which had tormented him in previous months.

“Almighty” the Sledgehammer!

Douglas measured Kenny up, almost a reflex to the severe neck trauma, Kenny was on his feet, wavering and stumbling around, as Douglas lifted the hammer up above his head, it was time to finish things for good.

He swung.
Kenny moved.

Under and past Douglas, hitting the ropes behind as Douglas turned to deliver the earlier intended blow.

CRUNCH!

GORE~!

How was not to be explained, Kenny hit Douglas in the ribs with an almost dying breath style gore, knocking him flat out, but perhaps knocking himself out in the motion, Kenny fell flat on the canvas, as both men lay motionless in their own blood, the match was clearly getting out of hand.

Slowly, and disturbingly, Kenny Rock was the first to stand, grasping the almighty and using it as a temporary crutch, Douglas struggled to his feet too, suddenly having the realisation dawn on him; the almighty was gone from his grasp!

He turned.

“Almighty Retribution” A sledgehammer uppercut that would be… the end, Kenny dropped the hammer… grabbing Douglas’ leg and hooking in a cover.

1…

2…

NO!

A resounding no, Douglas kicking out, Kenny Rock’s sentiments were made public by the screaming of “What the FUCK?” as Douglas kicked out, Kenny grabbed the sledge hammer again with intent, taking a run up.

“Almighty pAin” A running sledgehammer hit to the chest cavity of the DOWNED Douglas, straight away, cover, grabbing the stray arm of Douglas.

1…

2…

3!

NO!

“FUCCCCCCCCCCCCK!” Kenny screamed, Douglas using his legs to kick out of the pin! Kenny couldn’t believe it, Douglas had kicked out yet again, Kenny snatched up the hammer once again, looking to hit Douglas directly in the top of the head.

Headbutt.

To the groin!

Kenny dropped to his knees! Douglas hitting him square in the groin with a solid headbutt! As Kenny fell flat on his face, Douglas crawled under the ropes, snatching the first solid object he could procure.

The Asylum Championship!

Douglas looked at it for a moment, before turning back to the ring where Kenny struggled to his feet, Douglas clutched the title close to his chest, preparing to behead the demon and finish it once and for all.

He ran…

He swung…

He missed…

He turned…

Black.

Kenny leapt, catching the title with “The Finisher” roundhouse kick, and propelling it into the face of Douglas! The crowd exploded, not quite sure wether to cheer, or boo, Douglas was completely out, as a blood stained, battered and worn Kenny Rock, crawled, dragging himself by the fingernails, over to the motionless body of Douglas.

Leg hooked.

Kenny gestured with his fingers!

1…

2…

3.

The finger gestures, weren’t quite accurate.

Douglas foot lay on the rope.

And as Kenny Rock turned and saw it, something inside snapped, something that could never, ever be repaired again.

Kenny didn’t make a noise, or a fuss, he got to his feet and walked over to the ropes, ducking under them and flipping the apron of the ring, from beneath, he pulled a black string tied bag, the contents clearly heavy, he slid the bag into the ring, and followed it in, before opening it up and pulling out the first item.

Handcuffs.

“You had to do it didn’t you Steve? You greedy… selfish, motherFUCKER.” Kenny growled, pulling Steve by the wrists, and putting them behind his back, handcuffing him to the middle turnbuckle in the corner.

“You had to try and steal it, just like the last time, trying to take it all away from me, who ruined it Steve? YOU DID… you ruined it all the first time, and now you’re ruining it again, well I won’t let you do it Steve, I won’t let you ruin it… I have control now… ME, nothing you can do can stop the outcome now Steve, I won’t let you destroy me again, ever.” Kenny said, pulling up the bag and pulling the final content from within.

The crowd were stunned to silence, some screamed, Douglas looked up, and was forced to take in the harsh reality of what was before him.

Kenny Rock , foaming at the mouth, and clutching a handgun.

“This is it Steve, the final chapter, you’ll never ruin anyone again Steve, what I’m about to do isn’t a sin, it’s a saviour, never again will you bring someone begging to their knees Steve, I won’t let you destroy another life.

I’m sorry… but this is how it has to be.” Kenny said, as Steve Douglas closed his eyes, Kenny’s hand now twitching violently, the gun shaking and pointing at Douglas’ head, suddenly however, Kenny relinquished.

“Look at you Steve, you’re pathetic, willing to sit there and close you’re eyes, accept the fate that’s been bestowed upon you? You know nothing Steve, you control nothing, you think I’m going to kill you Steve? Do you accept that? Well I’m sorry to disappoint you Steve, but you aren’t getting the hero’s exit, I refuse to let you win Steve, I refuse to let you take away everything from me Steve.

From this day forth Douglas, you’ll only ever destroy one more life.

You’re own.

Confused?

Its simply Steve, just close your eyes, I destroy me…

I destroy you.”

And in that moment, that instant, Kenny Rock did something that would change the face of things to come, perhaps forever.

He placed the handgun into his mouth, and he pulled the trigger.

Screams echoed through the arena, a rush of sudden fear, despair, emt’s rushed the scene, crowding around the quickly growing pool of blood which covered the canvas, security guards hurried fans out of the ringside area, as the pay per view cut quickly to black, capturing one final image that would stay with and haunt the minds of those who had seen it.

Steve Douglas, sprayed with the blood of his worst enemy, an enemy… that in the end.

Had won.

Kenny Rock, the forever champion.