Eclipse you and bleed you strip you of your states of ain soph aur,
I need you,
It's always been this way, I push it all away,
From me.
“Severed” by Mudvayne

"This is the biggest match of their career."

Inmate is shown in his locker room, doing some press ups as he prepares for the big match later that night.

"There's so much history between these two, and tonight it comes to an end. Preparation for this match is crucial, and both men have been limbering up for hours."

Inmate continues to do some press ups, before stopping and opting to do a few sit ups, before the picture changes to show Borst's locker room.

"It's not been a great few months for the Asylum Champion... his title and career are on the line tonight, and no doubt he'll be preparing thoroughly.

Borst is shown kicking a blow up sex doll repeatedly in the groin area, harder and harder each time, until it eventually bursts due to the force.

"Tonight... Borst and Inmate collide. A retirement scaffold match... their careers and the Asylum Championship on the line."

And on the desk? A little black box.

“Ho… ho, fucking… ho!” Joe said. “Very fucking funny Mr. 21wrestling, I suppose you’re watching me now are you, going to have a good laugh when you’re little fire crackers go off and I start shitting bricks? Well I’ve got news for you pal… im not buying it!” Joe dropped his notes, and pocketed his keys, he approached the box.

“So Mr. Smart arse joker? What’s in it this time? A bomb!? Oh… im shaking in my boots!” Joe laughed, shaking the box vigorously next to his ear and listening, after a few moments of nothing, he slammed it down on his desk.

“You fucking make me sick you coward, a great display or 21wrestling in fact… to much of a chicken shit to just come and get the title back, you have to try and play little tricks.

Joe walked over to the door.

“Well…”

He closed it.

I… aint… buying…” He got a few paces away.

KABOOM!

The door which he had just closed, narrowly missed his head, a bright flash of light almost blinded him, even though he was facing away from the door, he turned, to see his office wall almost completely gone, smoke everywhere.

He gulped.

“It.” Joe finished, staring in disbelief at his office, which had been blown to pieces.

Malone – “And welcome to seVered! I’m Mike Malone, and this is the start of one of the Asylum’s BIGGEST pay per views, EVER!”

JPP – “Oui…. Word on ze street is zat zis will be ze biggest Asylum show to date!”

Malone – “That’s right folks, im Mike Malone, and this is seVered… tonight, we’ll see a tournament to decide a number one contender for the Asylum championship! But that’s not all… the winner will face the victor of Boris Borst versus Inmate match later tonight… and they’ll get their shot… TOMORROW!”

JPP – “And not only zis… but by ze end of ze night, either Boris Borst… or Tyler Burton… won’t have an Asylum contract!”

Malone – “Borst and Inmate, a due who have fought tooth and nail over the past couple of months… will finally settle it tonight, this town ain’t big enough for the both of em’”

JPP – “Eh… oui, you tell em monsieur Eastwood.”

Malone – “Very funny Jean Paul, but all jokes aside, we have a huge show coming up for you here tonight, aside from the matches mentioned, we’ll also see the impressive follower of Synn, Drax! Take on an enemy who he’s made during his short Asylum stay… none other than Deicide!”

JPP – “Oui… we shall also see ze Hypnosis take on ze Dark!”

Malone – “And of course… lets not forget a match that could well steal the show, dating back well over a month to the NBK’z first ever Asylum appearance, they made their presence felt by attacking Ash and Raph, winners of the infamous ladder team match at Hostile Takeover, now they, Lynch Gang… and the uncontracted side of Hostile Grounds, will compete in a three way “Stairway to hell” match!”

JPP – “Erm… what ze fook iz one of z’ose?”

Malone – “Well the rules Jean, are very simple, all three teams will begin in an enclosed cage, well… I say enclosed, there will be one open panel in the ceiling of the structure… and inside the structure with them, a singular ladder.”

JPP – “Oui… but still, what ze fook iz a “Stairway to ell’” match?”

Malone – “Let me finish Jean… from there, one of the teams must co-operate and climb the ladder, and exit through the hole in the ceiling.”

JPP – “Oui…”

Malone – “However, once on the ceiling, the team must retrieve the ladder, and use it on top of the structure, to climb a further 15 feet to the Asylum team titles, which will be hoisted above.”

JPP – “Ahhhh, Jean Paul understands.”

Malone – “Really!?”

JPP – “Non… but anyway, following ze weird match… ze even weirder Synn… will take on ze even WIERDER Carnage!”

Malone – “Er… that makes even less sense that what I just said Jean Paul, but moving on, following that, we’ll see both Extreme and U.K. titles defended, as Double Hard takes on Xearo L’Vagrant in a No Boundaries…”

JPP – “No bound…”

Malone – “Im not even going to try and explain, but following that, Nico and Archangel will go one on one, and after that… well… we all know what happens then!”

JPP – “We do?”

Malone – “Well… 99% of us anyway.”

JPP – “And ze 1%?”

Malone – “He’s a fat French cunt who’s not far away.”

JPP – “Ah… I pity ze fool.”

Kenny Rock Vs Chris Credible
(Tournament, Match *1)

Malone – “Well, an early shock here… Kenny Rock early on!”

JPP – “Oui… and ze Kenny has no microphone, perhaps he plans to focus on more important t’ings tonight!”

Malone – “Well, he’s got that trusty sledge hammer with him, so I highly doubt he’s coming down here to bake a cake!”

Kenny made his way down to the Asylum, a blank yet hateful expression on his face… not a contempt for the fans as per usual, Kenny just walked, down and into the Asylum, he turned to face the curtain, merely waiting.

Malone – “In shocked… Kenny Rock coming down here for what would appear to be a match, and he has absolutely nothing to say!”

JPP – “Oui… maybe zat isn’t a good t’ing though”

Just as out of the blue as Kenny Rock’s entrance was, “Stupify” by Disturbed played, and the fighter/rapper/idiot, Chris Credible… made his first appearance on Asylum television for a good while, he skipped almost with glee down to the Asylum where a cold looking Kenny stared through him.

Malone – “Well! I assume this means our first tournament match is about to take place!”

JPP – “Oui! Kenny Rock versus ze village idiot!”

Credible leapt into the Asylum, striding fearlessly over to Kenny Rock, who continued to project an icy stare in his direction.

Credible – “Yo my sucka bitch dude friend! Remember me dude? Its Chris! Chri…”

WHACK!

Malone – “OUCH!”

Kenny didn’t take long, stepping back… Credible was expecting a hug, but was instead met by a vicious jab from Kenny’s sledge hammer, Credible fell back in almost slow motion, a stream of blood leaving his forehead.

Malone – “Insane! Did you see Credible’s head bounce of the canvas?”

JPP – “Oui… boing!”

Credible lay sprawled on the canvas… it was quite apparent that he was as good as unconscious, but what occurred next… would take things a little further than most would have expected, Kenny Rock lifted the sledge hammer back over his head.

Malone – “Dear god! NO!”

CRUNCH!

The crowds reaction was a mixture, disbelief at Kenny Rock, and disgust at the sound of Credible’s arm shattering under the sledge hammer blow, just minutes into severed… and things had already gone way… way further than they should.

Malone – “Sickening… im absolutely sure that, that crunch was the sound of Chris Credible’s arm breaking!”

JPP – “Oui… ze poor little idiot”

Kenny stopped for a moment, looking over Credible, his arm laying on the mat awkwardly, yet due to already being unconscious, the likelihood was that Credible probably didn’t know his arm was broken, all the better… because things were about to get twice as bad.

Malone – “What! What the hell, this is sick!”

Kenny, like a rabid dog, sets about stomping into Credible’s broken and limp arm, Kenny stepped back for a few moment, breathing heavily, the pay per view was definitely taking over Kenny Rock, as in a fit of rage, he rolled Credible over onto his stomach.

Malone – “No! NO!… STOP HIM!”

JPP – “Shut it mikey… you iz making Jean Paul’s ears urt’!”

Kenny locked the surely broken arm of Credible between his knees, and used his sledge hammer to lean back and apply a hideous looking crossface! A gory image was displayed, as Credible’s gaping wound to the forehead was shown, as well as his broken arm being wrenched on by Kenny, and the sledge hammer torque back across Credible’s neck.

Malone – “That’s it!”

JPP – “Oui… ze referee is calling for ze bell!”

The bell rang as the referee waved his arms frantically… however, several seconds later, Kenny was still wrenching back on the hold, the referee bent down to pry Kenny away from the brutal hold, Kenny simply released for a short moment to hit the referee in the face, before locking it back on!

Malone – “Damn him! Damn this sick bastard!”

Of course, the assault was the trigger for several more referee’s to flood down to the Asylum, each prizing at Kenny Rock, the camera caught a quick shot of Kenny, hit eyes now wide, teeth clenched, he was losing it.

Malone – “Look at his eyes! He’s gone mad! What the hell has triggered this side of Kenny Rock?”
JPP – “Eh… a bad air’ day perhaps?”

Malone – “This isn’t a joking matter Jean Paul!”

Kenny, as sharply and suddenly as he had locked on the hold, released it, the referee’s stepped toward him but he held out the sledge hammer with a menacing expression on his face, as the EMT’s barged past him toward Credible, a sickening expression appeared on Kenny’s face… a very sly, and at the same time, very content… smile.

Malone – “How dare he!? What a sick individual, I can’t believe he’s actually HAPPY about that!”

JPP – “Bah… you seem to wet ze pants every time someone wins a title, you can talk, scummie boy!”

Malone – “Regardless JP, a man was just hurt… and this means that Kenny Rock advances, and at the same time, puts his next opponent at risk!”

JPP – “Oui, but I somehow t’ink zat ze Steven Fury or ze Sanjuro will put up a better fight zan’ zat’!”

Kenny slinked away to the backstage, walking several paces up the isle, before finally turning his back and walking away from the incident as “Mudshovel” by Staind played, as Kenny Rock left, and the EMT’s loaded Chris Credible onto a stretcher and wheeled him away down the side of the isle, more music began to play, and the next match was imminent!

Drax Vs Deicide

Malone – “Well, Kenny Rock has just gone on a rampage, and here’s a man who looks as though he could do the same, one of Synn’s twisted followers, Drax!”

JPP – “Oui! Zis is one big freak non?”

Speed metal at it's finest, "Bible Basher" and a strange crowd reaction lead Deicide to enter the arena. He has with him a baseball bat with the letters "D R A X" burnt into the wood. He throws the bat and it lands just outside the asylum. In a split second he's running and suicide diving overr the caging and onto Drax, knocking him to the canvas. Deicide sits on Drax's shoulders and buries his fist into the big monster's skull...until Drax reaches up with hand and shoves Deicide off of him and into the side of the Asylum with a violent crash. Deicide falls forward, holding his lower back.

Malone – “What a start! Deicide clearly not backing down against a man who has a strong height and weight advantage over him!”

JPP – “Oui, but ze big man just threw Deicide through ze air like ze rag doll!”

Drax gets back to his feet and strides oevr to Deicide. he lifts him up by his hair, and puts him bakc down with a forearm to the head and follows it up with a boot to the head. After about five kicks to his ribs, Deicide final shows a sign of life. He catches Drax's right foot, and manages to knock the big man to the floor.

Malone – “More impressive work by Deicide, clearly looking to win this one!”

JPP – “Eh… oui, zat’ or e’ is looking to break ze bat over Drax’s ead’ perhaps?”

Captolizing swiftly, Deicide grabs Darx's legs and locks on the Deicide Deathlock! It only last for about ten seconds though, before Drax uses his tree trunk legs to send Deicide flying and landing chest first on the asylum caging.

Malone – “Way too early for him to try that on Drax I’m afraid!”

Deicide gets to his feet again, though, and turns to see a freight train name Drax charge at him head on. He dives off to the left...and Drax spears straight through the caging!

Malone – “My word! Its over! I can’t believe this!”

JPP – “Ahahaha… ze fat bastard, e’ broke through ze mesh, talk about stupid!”

Malone – “Well, they’re going to have to get some repair guys down here to fix that big void in the mesh… but just imagine if that’d been Deicide’s ribs!”

Deicide wins via ring out...but the fight isn't over yet. Drax is back on his feet, his face shrouded in the crimson liquid of life. Deicide hammers him with a right to the jaw. then a left. Then a right. then a left. Drax refuses to move. He clubs Deicide on the neck and locks on the Black-Out, an inverted fall away slam! Back into the Asylum.

Malone – “Uh oh… Drax clearly not happy at defeat, please don’t say we’re going to see the same scenes we did ten minutes ago!”

Drax stomps over the wreckage that was once a part of the asylum's caging and lifts deicide form the grown once again. He claps his paw around deicide's neck, but Deicide lifts his knee into Drax's stomach and scores a DDT. He goes to the outside once again, grabbing a folding chair from the audience. Drax is back up again...but not for long.

SMACK!

Malone – “Wow! Deicide nearly took his head off with that shot?”

JPP – “Bah… you are a heightist scummie!”

Malone – “Heightist?”

JPP – “Oui… when ze Deicide iz going to get flattened its ‘Oh no… ze poor Deicide ‘e is going to get squashed’ but when ze Drax is in trouble, its ‘oh my god yes! Ze Deicide with an almost deadly chair shot’”

Malone – “Well, im just calling the match… you might wanna try that some time.”

JPP – “Bah.”

Deicide connects with a chair shot to the head! Drax is stumbling!

SMACK!

A second chair shot!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Drax is reeling! He turns his head and tries to regain his footing.

SMACK!

Another chair shot, this time to the upper back!

THUD!

The mammoth Drax falls to one knee...two knees...and he's out flat on his
stomach.

CRASH!

Arabian face buster! Deicide crushed him with that move! He walks away from
the devestation with a grin on his face.

Malone – “Scathing attack there by Deicide… he’s shown tonight that he’s no push over, not only a pay per view win, but he’s also taken…. Solid… revenge on his nemesis Drax!”

Until he feels the vice grip his shoulder and a look of dread and disbelief washes overr his face. drax, bleeding and swollen, has his powerful arms around Deicide he lifts him high in an inverted body press...and drops him into a powerbomb. Finality! Deicide squirms slightly on the ground in front of him...and Drax merely raises one fist high in the air. Then it happens.

Malone – “I don’t believe it! Drax got up from all of that…. WAIT! Deicide has his baseball bat here!”

Deicide swings his DRAX bat up fast and hard into Drax's crotch, and the big man hits the canvas. Medics and ring crewmen alike rush to the arena, but deicide is smiling. he's just won two matches in one night. He's the victor tonight.

JPP – “Ouch, ze naddies!”

Malone – “The big naddies, probably.”

Awkward Silence

Malone – “Anyway, moving swiftly on! We have a commercial break, but stay tuned, lots more to come!?”

JPP – “Oui… some more ;big’ naddies perhaps? Ahahaha”

Malone – “Shut up.”

Steven Fury Vs Sanjuro
(Tournament Match *2)

Malone – “Yes indeedy, Sanjuro on his way down to the Asylum here, and that means its time for tournament match number two! Sanjuro taking on another Asylum newcomer, who’s contract was secured officially in the mid-week!”

JPP – “And he iz who exactly?”

Malone – “Steven Fury!”

JPP – “Seven Fury! And he iz… who exactly?”

Malone – “You’ll see when he comes out, you can’t really miss the guy.”

“Hair of the dog” by Nazareth played throughout the arena, just as Sanjuro reached the Asylum, the crowd silenced, by then gasped as a spotlight hit the top of the aisle, the silhouette of a huge looking individual lay on the curtain, which was soon parted.

Malone – “THAT’s Steven Fury!”

JPP – “E’….. e’ iz a giant!”

Malone – “Not far off, he’s 7 feet tall, and weighs around the 325lb mark, he’s a giant alright.”

Fury takes a few steps out, flash photography hitting all around him like lightning, seconds later, an attractive looking young female appeared from behind him, and the two began the march down the aisle.

JPP – “Beauty and ze beast! Who’s she?”

Malone – “That’s MJ Francis I believe, and I wouldn’t be talking like that when Fury gets any closer, he might just hear you.”

JPP – “Bah.”

Fury approached the Asylum for the first time, removing his sunglasses and fixing a cold glare at Sanjuro who stood prepared, Fury didn’t even bother to remove his jacket, as without warning, he strode over the Asylum rim!

CRUNCH!

Malone – “My word!”

JPP – “Eh?”

Cat like reactions by Fury, Sanjuro instantly charged the big man, but Fury simply rose a swift boot into the air, stopping Sanjuro’s momentum at the head, and allowing the rest of his body to fly through the air!

Malone – “What a huge boot there! He nearly took Sanjuro’s head from his shoulders!

Sanjuro rolled up, shocked in anything at the speed of the big man, and rushed him again, Fury simply used the momentum, hooking Sanjuro and pressing him into the air and releasing him.

Malone – “Look… look at the air time!”

Sanjuro flew through the air, finally hitting the mat with a large thud and narrowly avoiding the mesh rim on the way down, Sanjuro rolled back, warily watching the big man who stood opposite him, Sanjuro played a cooler game this time however, waiting for Fury to attack, and he did.

Malone – “HUGE lariat by Fury!”

JPP – “Oui, but ze Sanjuro ducked!”

Sanjuro ducked a huge oncoming Fury lariat, before catching him as he spun, with a wicked Superkick! Just about managing to catch Fury in the chest!

Malone – “Oh my! Fury wasn’t even phased by that!”

Fury simply stood, as though he was urging Sanjuro to try a second superkick! WHACK! Sanjuro did, but again, Fury only took a step back, Fury was now almost smiling as Sanjuro tried to weigh up the situation! WHACK!

Malone – “That outta do it!”

JPP – “Kicked him in the naddies! The big naddies perhaps Maloney? Eh?”

Malone – “Will you just drop that subject please?”

Fury grimaced, doubling over as Sanjuro’s kick to the groin clearly brought up a chink in the armour, Sanjuro took swift advantage, leaping onto the big man’s back and applying a sleeper lock.

Malone – “That’s a good tactic, although Sanjuro really should be working on keeping that big man off of his vertical base!”

JPP – “Oui… maybe he should just kick him in ze naddies eh? Ze big… naddies?”

Malone – “Shut up!”

Sanjuro squeezed the sleeper tightly, as Fury began to fade, however, as MJ Francis did her best to stir up Fury, he began to show signs of life. First he got to one knee, then to his feet, and then… crunch!

JPP – “Ouchie!”

Malone – “Fury backing up and crushing Sanjuro between 325lbs of his own mass, and the steel Asylum rim!”

JPP – “Oui, and lest we not forget ze big naddies!”

Malone – “Fuck you.”

JPP – “Ohhhh, twould appear zat we ave’ hit a nerve, perhaps you…”

Malone – “Woah! Fury has Sanjuro up in the air here…”

JPP – “But as I waz saying…”

Malone – “HUGE throat toss!”

Fury elevated Sanjuro, hurling him through the air, and watching him land with a thud, spine first, on the canvas, Sanjuro rolled just in time to avoid the following kick attempts by Fury!

JPP – “So… where was I, ah yes… big nad..”

Malone – “Wait a minute… its… its Kenny Rock!”

The crowd slump into a chorus of boo’s as Kenny walks out from behind the curtain with his hands behind his back, meanwhile in the Asylum, Sanjuro is back on his feet, and exchanging hard lefts and rights with the towering Fury.

Malone – “Kenny Rock obviously scouting this match to find out who his next opponent is.”

JPP – “Scouting? Since when did ze Kenny scout?”

Malone – “Well, im assuming that’s what he’s doing.”
Kenny simply stood at the top of the aisle, watching the match progress, however, as Sanjuro leapt up with a hurricanranna attempt, it was evident that Kenny wasn’t just “scouting” at all. Fury, being immensely powerful, reversed the ranna into a massive sit down powerbomb!

Malone – “Powerbomb! Powerbomb!”

JPP – “Oui… but ze Kenny! Ze Kenny!”

No sooner had Fury hit the wicked powerbomb, than Kenny revealed what he’d been hiding behind his back; His sledge hammer, Kenny began to walk slowly down to the Asylum as Fury recovered to his feet, the commentators clearly weren’t filled in on an extensive feud between Kenny Rock and Steven Fury in the past.

Malone – “Here comes Kenny! It looks like he doesn’t want to scout the match, but change the outcome to best suit his needs!”

Kenny made his way down to the Asylum, keeping just out of the way or Fury’s vision, he reached the steps, and like a predator stalking its prey, slowly made his way up them, Fury however was alerted, by the screams of MJ Francis!

Malone – “MJ giving Fury a warning there! Looks like he knows exactly what Kenny’s up to!”

MJ rushed over to Kenny, trying to pull the sledge hammer away from him, Sanjuro slowly made his way over to the other side of the Asylum, and dragged in a chair from the outside, snapping it shut. Things were about to come to an end, one way or another.

Malone – “Fury’s right in the crosshairs here! Kenny Rock with the sledge hammer, and Sanjuro coming from behind with the chair!”

Kenny finally got free, promptly shoving MJ down to the ground, he continued up the steps, Fury witnessed it occur, and furiously made his way over to Kenny.

The two proceeded to stare daggers at each other.

Kenny turned away, in the age old fashion of pretending to walk away, a swift turn and a sledge hammer swing followed.

Who said lightning doesn’t strike twice?

Malone – “Fury ducks it!”

JPP – “Ouchie!”

CRACK!

Kenny’s huge swing was ducked by Fury, unfortunately for him; Sanjuro, who was walking up behind the the chair ready, the sledge hammer connected with the chair, the chair connected with Sanjuro, he hit the canvas with a thud, and didn’t appear to be going anywhere… the referee counted a ten in the background, but things were more lively in the foreground, Kenny and Fury continued to stare hatefully toward each other… Kenny backed slowly away, slinging the sledge hammer over his shoulder. Smiling the same smile he had shown as he left a pummelled Credible, he backed up the aisle and left.

Due to an accident, he would face Fury in the next round.

Although it can’t be an accident, if you meant to do it.

Malone – “Well, Kenny Rock slinking away there, he’ll be facing Steven Fury in the next round!”

JPP – “Oui, should be a decent match, non?”

Malone – “Somebody wake me up… did you just say something MATCH related Jean Paul?”

JPP – “Eh… zis bloody chair, ces’t merde!”

Malone – “So it was my imagination then.”

JPP – “Oui.”

The picture changes to show Borst and Inmate backstage arguing about something.

Borst - You're gonna die Burton. You're gonna die.

Inmate - Fuck you Borst! Just you wait til-

Suddenly, Borst whips a gun out of his pocket and points it at Inmate's head.

Borst - I don't feel like fighting you Burton... I don't like heights. So I'm gonna cut out a lot of hassle, and just blow your fucking head off right now. MATE.

"PETE! NO!"

Borst suddenly turns around to see who's shouting, and it's Zoe, his estranged wife.

Zoe - Don't do it Pete!

Borst - What do you care woman?

While Borst's attention is distracted, Inmate grabs the gun from his hand and points it at Borst.

BANG!

Borst dives to the side, and there's a sudden scream, followed by a look of shock on Inmate's face, and laughter from Borst.

The action quickly cuts back to the arena.

Malone - Oh... oh no.

JPP - Zuck... Zoe iz OK, non?

Malone - I... I don't know. Hang on...

...

Malone - Apparently, EMT's are back there right now seeing to her.

JPP - Oui. We shall keep you update when zer are any updates on ze situation.

Hypnosis Vs Dark

After several seconds "Guerrilla Radio" by Rage Against The Machine plays over the PA and the crowd begin to boo as Hypnosis' challenger, Dark, pushes aside the curtain and stands at the top of the aisle. Dark stares down the ramp at Hypnosis then turns his back and goes behind the curtain and pulls out a large ladder like the one Hypnosis brought, but this one is wrapped in barbed wire.

The crowd cheer the ladder as Dark strolls down to Asylum-side. Hypnosis watches as Dark sets up the barbed wire ladder on the outside. Dark takes several steps back and looks up at the ladder, then smiles and begins to climb up it.

Hypnosis looks at Dark standing on the top of the ladder taunting him, then shakes his head and runs at the Asylum wall, then dives over it, hitting a massive flying shoulder block into the ladder.

The ladder falls backwards as Dark goes flying forwards off the top of the ladder right into the Asylum, and Hypnosis rolls off the fallen ladder with a cut up shoulder.

Dark lays motionless in the centre of the Asylum as Hypnosis struggles to his feet. Hypnosis then looks around at the crowd who are cheering the violence, then nods and heads under the Asylum, pulling out a table and setting it up on the outside facing the aisle.

In the ring Dark begins to move and slowly gets to his feet, but as he turns to look at Hypnosis, he eats a face full of barbed wire ladder thrown into the Asylum by Hypnosis. Hypnosis walks around outside the Asylum and grabs the regular ladder, then throws that in the Asylum, before finally climbing inside the Asylum himself.

Hypnosis picks up Dark, but Dark summons the strength to hit Hypnosis in the stomach with a quick elbow, and then follows it up with a fireman's carry takedown, before grabbing Hypnosis' arm and locking in an armbar.

The Asylum official gets down tot the mat to check if Hypnosis gives up, but Hypnosis merely shakes his head then uses his strength to pull his arm towards him, sending Dark flying over the air into the side of Asylum wall.

Hypnosis and Dark stand up at the same time and stare across the Asylum at each other, before Hypnosis charges at Dark going for a lariat, but Dark ducks down and takes down Hypnosis with a crucifix hold into a pinning predicament.

The official points out to Dark that pinfalls are not allowed in Asylum rules, so Dark releases the hold and immediately gets into the face of the official. Hypnosis stands up and runs towards Dark and grabs his head, before planting him to the mat with a bulldog DDT.

Dark rolls over clutching at his face whilst Hypnosis steps over to the regular ladder and picks it up. Dark pulls himself up on the side of the Asylum as Hypnosis sizes Dark up, then charges, ramming the ladder right into the face of Dark, sending Dark falling over the Asylum wall to the outside.

Unfortunately for Hypnosis the normal ring out rules in Asylum competitions had been suspended for this match, so he simply turned around and set up the ladder in the centre of the ring before turning his attention to Dark once again.

Hypnosis climbs onto the wall of the Asylum and looks down at Dark leaning against the security railing. Hypnosis then dives off going for a plancha, but Dark rolls out of the way and Hypnosis lands face first onto the solid steel barrier.

Hypnosis staggers backwards right into a German suplex from Dark, landing Hypnosis with a sickening thud on the protective mats. Dark rolls Hypnosis off him then crawls over to the announce desk where he uses the structure to pull himself to his feet.

Hypnosis slowly gets to his feet, and turns around, only to eat a superkick right from Dark. But unlike a normal superkick to the chine, Dark's kick hit Hypnosis square on the cut and bleeding shoulder. Hypnosis grabbed at the shoulder and fell back, but managed to stay on his feet and Dark advanced.

Dark used his fists and hit two clean punches to the shoulder of Hypnosis, then followed it up with a kick to the gut and dangerous looking DDT that planted Hypnosis head first to the mat. Dark stood up and shook his head clear then grabbed Hypnosis by the head and pulled him to his feet.

Hypnosis tried to go for some shots to Dark stomach, but Dark stepped back, avoiding the blows, then rammed Hypnosis' face into the announce table. Hypnosis stood up straight with a glazed look in his eyes, but Dark hit him with another kick to the shoulder, then followed it up with an Irish whip, which sent Hypnosis shoulder first into the corner of the Asylum.

Hypnosis fell to the floor clutching at his shoulder, and Dark moved in, with several stiff stomps to Hypnosis' shoulder, then the locking in of a Canadian armbar, tearing at Hypnosis' shoulder even more.

After several seconds Dark released the hold and pulled Hypnosis to his feet once again and planted him with a hurricanrana on the outside matting. Dark looked around and then pushed the timekeeper off his chair and folded it up, then grabbed a microphone, before climbing back into the Asylum with the chair and mic.

Dark - "C'mon Hypnosis, get up. C'mon, Dark is begging you to get in this ring, what's the matter? You a fucking coward? Stand up you goddamn pussy."

On the outside Hypnosis slowly gets to his feet, with his hands still holding his shoulder. He looks up at Dark in the Asylum, then walks slowly to the steps and climbs inside the Asylum again. Hypnosis looks at Dark holding the chair, then motions for him to put it down.

Dark shakes his head and motions for Hypnosis to step forward. Hypnosis shakes his head and the fans boo this temporary stand off. Finally Dark moves slowly and begins to put down the chair, causing Hypnosis to charge forward going for a running yakuza kick, but Dark ducks out of the way and grabs the chair from the ground, ending up behind Hypnosis with the chair.

CRACK.

The fans react as Dark hits a chairshot to the back of Hypnosis' shoulder. Hypnosis slumps to his knees, visibly in pain with his shoulder.

CRACK.

Dark hits another chair shot to the shoulder of Hypnosis, causing Hypnosis to fall face first to the mat. Dark points to the roof then walks over to the Asylum wall and climbs on to the rim, still carrying the chair in his hands.

Dark now stands on top of the Asylum wall and looks down at Hypnosis, before looking up at the roof then jumping off with the chair and seemingly going for a legdrop. Only with this legdrop Dark puts the chair under his leg.

The chair and Dark leg land perfectly onto the back of Hypnosis' shoulder. Dark seemingly looks like he hurt himself with the move and rolls over as the referee begins to count.

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Hypnosis manages to pull himself up into a half sitting position. Dark leans back against the Asylum wall with a glassy eyed look.

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Hypnosis digs deep and gets onto his knees. He then uses his good arm to push himself up to his feet as the crowd begin to cheer and chant his name. Dark looks mightily pissed off and charges at Hypnosis, only to get a lariat for his troubles from Hypnosis' good arm.

Dark rolls over and stands up as Hypnosis advances. Dark goes for a punch to Hypnosis' shoulder but Hypnosis avoids and plants Dark with a stiff DDT to the mat.

Dark crawls to the Asylum wall again and pulls himself up as Hypnosis grabs the fallen barbed wire ladder and picks it up with one arm. Dark looks across at him as Hypnosis throws the ladder at him, but Dark manages to catch it.

A smile grows across Dark's face as he realises that he now has the weapon, only for it to turn to a look of horror as he realises this is what Hypnosis wanted all along, as Hypnosis charges and kicks the ladder right into Dark's face, sending Dark falling backwards into the Asylum wall.

Hypnosis picks up the fallen barbed wire ladder and lays it flat out on the ground before picking up Dark and kicking him in the midsection.

Hypnosis puts Dark's head between his legs and then gutwrenches him up for a powerbomb. As he holds Dark up above the barbed wire ladder Dark shakes his head then begins to punch Hypnosis in the head. Hypnosis looks stunned and Dark tries to hit Hypnosis with a rana to counter the powerbomb, but Hypnosis pulls Dark back, then throws him out.

CRASH.

Dark lands face first on the barbed wire after Hypnosis turning his powerbomb into a modified face buster. Hypnosis rolls Dark off the ladder and then stands up as the referee administers the count.

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Hypnosis grabs Dark and then lifts him onto his shoulders and finally lands the "Knocked The Fuck Out", his patented finishing move.

As Dark lays motionless on the mat Hypnosis goes to check on the referee, shaking him by the shoulder. Hypnosis grabs the referee and pulls him to his feet, but the referee's face is a mask of crimson. Hypnosis shakes his head as he turns to see where Dark is slowly getting to his feet.

Hypnosis walks up to Dark and hits a stiff boot to the back of Dark's head, then follows it up with a very stiff legdrop, sending Dark's face smashing into the mat.

Hypnosis stands up again to check on the referee, who is only just beginning to move. As Hypnosis tries to revive the referee Dark uses the ladder in the centre of the ring to pull himself to his feet.

Hypnosis finally manages to get the referee moving once again but turns around only to take a kick to the shoulder from Dark. Dark then grabs Hypnosis' arm and plants him with a Dark-driver, known to many as the vertebreaker.

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Hypnosis staggers into the ladder, tipping it over, sending Dark flying over the Asylum wall and through the table Hypnosis had set up facing the aisle. The crowd break into a "holy shit" chant, as Hypnosis stands up, only vaguely aware of what he just did.

Hypnosis uses the Asylum wall to pull himself to his feet then pulls the fallen ladder into an upright position as Darks till lays motionless out on the floor. Hypnosis grabs the fallen steel chair in the ring and begins to ascend the ladder.

The crowd look on as Hypnosis balances himself on the top of the ladder holding a chair and looking down at Dark, easily 20 vertical feet away.

Hypnosis holds up his hand then dives off the ladder holding the chair under his good arm, and flies right down onto Dark, hitting the chair square in his face.

The crowd break out into another "holy shit" chant as Dark rolls around on the floor in agony and Hypnosis clutches at his shoulder.

After a couple of seconds an EMT team come out from behind the curtain with a stretcher. The EMTs first check on Dark then Hypnosis. Finally after about a minute the EMTs help Hypnosis to his feet and then attempt to place him on the stretcher.

As the EMTs wheel Hypnosis off the crowd begin to boo, as Dark uses all his strength to climb into the Asylum and stand with one arm in the air.

But suddenly in the aisle there in a commotion as the stretcher stops and Hypnosis climbs off. The EMTs attempt to hold him back, but Hypnosis shakes his head and charges forward.

Dark looks on in terror as Hypnosis quickly runs to the Asylum as fast as his body can carry him, then climbs inside and goes straight for Dark.

Dark backs off and quickly scrambles out of the Asylum as Hypnosis looks down on him, then motions with his hand to Dark with the internationally recognised gesture for "come back".

Dark responds with the internationally recognised gesture for "no, it's okay, I'd prefer to stay out here" which also happens to be the internationally recognised gesture for "fuck off".

Hypnosis gets frustrated and climbs out of the Asylum wall and goes after Dark, but Dark runs around the side of the Asylum always staying away from Hypnosis.

Finally Dark turns around to see where Hypnosis is, but falls flat on his face as he trips over the television cables. As Dark untangles himself from the cables Hypnosis approaches and stands over him.

Finally Hypnosis picks up Dark by the head. But Dark hits Hypnosis with a hard punch to the shoulder. Hypnosis clutches at his damaged shoulder again, and Dark follows up with a cradle tombstone, the Dark-driver II.

Dark rolls out of the way of Hypnosis and goes under the ring looking to pull out a table, which he does. As Hypnosis slowly attempts to get to his feet Dark sets up the table and then turns back to Hypnosis.

Dark punches Hypnosis several more times in the shoulder then picks him up and lays him out on the table. Dark then looks up at the ladder in the ring and smiles.

Several seconds later Dark has climbed into the Asylum and is standing on top of the ladder looking down at Hypnosis on the table. Dark flips the bird to some fans in the front row then dives off heading straight down for Hypnosis with a shooting star press.

CRASH

Dark goes flying through the table as Hypnosis crawls away from the wreckage he had narrowly avoided.

For the third time that match the crowd broke into a "holy shit" chant tempered with some chant of "you fucked up".

Hypnosis gets to a sitting position and gestures for someone to come down to the Asylum. The EMT’s? No, Here comes Natalie, walking rather unsurely down to the wreckage.

Natalie says something to Hypnosis along the line of “Why do you need me here”, but Hypnosis just brushes her to the side and tells her to stand there. He then grabs the barb wire ladder and places it in front of the fallen Dark, and stands at the other end, and behind to ram it into dark’s rib-cage, making him bleed from the torso area.

Dark however gets an adrenaline rush from the pain, and manages to thrust back, sending Hypnosis falling backwards, right in front of Natalie. Dark slowly gets to his feet, and picks up the barbwire ladder, looking for a knockout blow. He takes the ladder back, and swings it at Hypnosis’ head, but Hypnosis, in an act of pure cowardice grabs Natalie by the arm, and pulls her in front of the ladder. Natalie flies into the Asylum and lies there unconscious, as Hypnosis gets to his feet.

Dark wastes the split second Hypnosis was looking for as he looks at Natalie to check her condition, and Hypnosis sneaks behind Dark, before nailing him with a spear to the lower back. Hypnosis doesn’t waste any more time, as the crowd reign boo’s down on him for his use of Natalie, as he locks the Hypnotiser on Dark.

Dark holds on for as long as he can, as the ref, who had escaped from the Asylum for his own safety, jumps back in to check on Dark’s condition. The referee goes up to Dark, but Dark is out of energy, and out of willpower, as he finally has to tap on the mat, with the pain being to excruciating.

Nerva Vs Impetigo
(Tournament Match *4)

Nicodemus(c) Vs Archangel
(Extreme title Deathmatch: Final)

JPP – “Ok now Zat is insane these two men are maniacs!”

The two men slowly circle before the begin to exchange punches after the third go round angel with a block then a knee lift before he grabs a hold of Nico and goes for the Chokenstein. Nico blocks it with a knee to the gut followed by a quick clothesline. Nico with a few stomps then he grabs the tubes he carried in and quickly shatters them over the back of Angel. Nico does not waste time as he whips Angel into the cage but Angel hop up turns and dives off with a standing lariat that knocks nico back. His head cracks one of the tiles.

Angel does not relent as he pulls up nico then following a few kicks goes for a northern lights but a ut shot blocks it as he was lifted up, nico lands on his feet and goes for a suplex but Angel turns midair lands on his feet then grabs then turning Nico for a chokeslam but he lifts and slams nico down across his knee in a modified back breaker. Angel goes over to the pit of tacks and pulls it closer to Nico.

He then grabs a hold of Nico and goes for a powerbomb, Angel lifts up Nico and snaps him down into the tacks. Nico screams in pain as he sits up we see a large patch of tacks stuck to his back. Angel unrelentingly pulls Nicodemus up again and goes for
another powerbomb this time Nico counters with a few punches then he drops to his feet in front of Angel,, nico spins the stunned angel and hits an Angel slam throwing Angel into the tacks.

The crowd grimace as Angel has the tacks in his back.

Nico with a few kicks to the head then puts Angels head near the tacks and stomp on it as Angel looks up we can see a cluster of tacks in the side of his head. Angel with a low blow and then a quick DDT smashes a tile on the head of Nico as Angel then quickly pulls the tacks from his head as he begins to bleed. Nico is up as Blood begins to drip down form the back of his head.. Nico grabs Angel and whips him towards the razor wire cage but it is reversed and Nico goes back first into the wire. He slowly pulls himself out as his shirt is shredded.

Nico pulls off his shirt and we see several long cuts opening up slowly on his back. Nico is bleeding as Angel waits and levels nico with a running mafia kick. Angel then reaches down pulls up a tile and shatters it over the skull of nico opening him up.

Nico begins to bleed heavily as Angel sets up 2 chairs, he lays a few tiles on top of the
two chair facing each other. Nico with a low blow on angel allows him to act quickly and grab a handful of tacks and toss them into the face of Angel.With this momentary distraction Nicodemus is able to grab Angel lift him up with a grapevine fisherman's buster and drop him with a Cradlebreaker on top of the tiles and chairs.

Angel is slow to get up as Nico has grabbed two more chairs and has set the large pa of mousetraps on top of the now 4 chairs.. He grabs Angel and shatters a tile on his head before picking him up and hitting Armageddon through the chairs and into all of the mousetraps. Angel quickly rolls out and is still..

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Malone – “The first fall belongs to Nicodemus!”

Nico does not waste time putting the boots to Angel as he grabs one of the traps in Angel's hair and rips it out along with a small chunk of angel's hair..

JPP – “Someone grab that you could sell it on ze ebay!”

Malone – “Great just what we need someone out there trying to clone Angel. I think one of him is more then enough!”

JPP – “Oui, c’est a good point!”

Malone – “Speaking of points I think Angle is about to make one!!”

Angel is up and he ducks the yakuza kick from nico grabs Nico from behind and release german suplexes him tossing him high and landing him right in the pan of barbed wire. Nico slowly recovers and tries to get out but he is somewhat stuck in the wire but Angel changes all that by grabbing Nico and returning the favour by yanking him out of the wire and opening up a few more small cuts.

Angel does not stop as he nails Nico with a series of punches and kicks before gabbing him and planting him with retribution shattering more tiles. Angel the whips Nico into the razor wire cage before pulling him out of the wire Angel nails Nico with a steel chair shot that echoes through the arena. Nico is hurting as he staggers out and drops face first as his back is now covered in blood.

Malone – “Man these two are vicious. You could never guess they are teammates!”

JPP – “And that is why they are so dangerous as a team!”

Both men are bloody as Nico is very very slow to get to his feet Angel simply waits and bides his time as nico finally gets to his feet only to get floored by an Angel clothesline. Angel with a stomp to nico then he locks on an inverted STF. Angel eventually releases the hold as nico would not give up. Angel with a few quick shits then he grabs a hold of Nico near the cactus. Angel reaches into his pocket and tosses some type of metal things on the cactus..

Malone – “Are those Jacks?? On the cactus?”

Angel then quickly grabs Nico and hits the Chokenstein dropping Nico back first down on to the cactus. Withtou even stopping Angel is on his feet and pulls Nico up and sits him on a chair. Nico is out of it as Angel leans a barbed wire board on top of Nico then without hesitating Angel hops on top of the cage and launches himself with a giant gore into the board sending Nico slamming to the plywood ground. The ref looks at a prone Nico and counts..

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Malone – “It’s all tied up the next one wins!”

Angel continues his assault slamming Nico into the cage as his back begins to bleed profusely. Angel grabs Nico and slams him head first into the wire and suddenly the right forearm of Nico is gushing blood. Harbinger has made his way Ringside and tosses some Tape to Nico. Nico has gotten some of his blood in his mouth and as Angel pulls him up Nico mists Angel in the eyes with the blood and nails Angel with a yakuza kick before grabbing the tape.

Nico quickly tries to use the thick black tape to stop the heavy bleeding on his forearm. He wraps it around and around until the bleeding is stopped somewhat. Nico gets up to his feet but by this time Angel has regained his composure and continues his assault with a barrage of punches then 2 lighttubes shattered over the back of Nicodemus. Angel then cinches nico up for a suplex but halfway up nico kicks his feet and reverses the suplex into a DDT on the plywood.

Nico does not waste time and kicks Angel across the back of the head then nails him with 2 stiff buzzsaw spinkicks. Nico walks over and grabs the cactus and sets it down with a few lighttubes that were handed from the crowd. He lays the tubes on top of the cactus then grabs Angel and hits a front face powerbomb shattering the glass.

Angel hops up in pain and as he does he gets nailed by a barbed wire kendo stick. Nico begins to lay into Angel with the kendo stick shot after shot as the bamboo begins to splinter under the wire nico does not relent as he continues the punishment. He pulls up angel and snap suplexes him and hold on into another snap suplex and holds on then pulls up Angel to his feet and executes an falcon arrow.

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Angel staggers to his feet as nico waits and goes for a superkick but it is ducked by Angel who then grabs the leg of Nico and modified powerbombs him into the pan of tacks. Angel lays Nico in the tacks as the blood flows, Angel then Lays the barbed wire pan pieces on top of Nico and climbs to the top of the cage with the barbed wire ladder in hand. He launches off the top of the cage and slams the barbed wire ladder across the chest and the pieces on top of Nicodemus.

Malone – “Now that is simply insane!”

JPP – “Not to mention painful and remember ze’se guys are teammates!”

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ladder.

JPP – “Ze’se two men are determined to kill each other tonight!”

Malone – “They’re even sacrificing their own bodies to hurt each other this is
maniacal.”

The ref is counting Angel down

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Nico with a few more kicks to the downed Angel grabs the barbed wire ladder and
sets it on top of 2 chairs. Nico then grabs angel for a powerbomb but then turns his back to the ladder and powerbombs Angel over his head with an Ocean Cyclone powerbomb dropping Angel face first down into the setup barbed wire ladder. Nicodemus does not waste any more time and he pulls Angel up whipping him into the razor wire wrapped cage then nico sets up the ladder again on two more chairs and calls for the fans to hand him lights and glass.

Nico begins to put some 20 lighttubes on the ladder occasionally going to Angel and kicking him in the face with a stiff buzzsaw spinkick. Nicodemus makes a pile of glass covered in tacks, lighttubes and anything else on top of the ladder. He then pulls up a bloody Angel and lifts him up slowly before dropping him with Armageddon into the mess as glass shatters everywhere the before the ref can start to count Nico stops him then turns to the fans and screams

Nicodemus – “There you have it all of you fucking Blood marks you got your
ultraviolent DeathMatch now that it is over it is time to bury this tournament by burying Angel!!! So.. Bury him!!!”

With that the blood mark fans of the Asylum begin to throw all of their folding chairs into the ring as Nico hops over the now extinct flames as hundreds of chairs fly into the ring burying Angel.. the ref counts..

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Malone – “This match is over and the DeathMatch tournament winner and STILL Asylum extreme champion and King of the Deathmatch is Nicodemus!”

JPP – “Oui, so Mikey, what’s up next?”

Malone – “Who knows, the way this Pay Per View is going it could be anything, we’ll be back after the break!”

An attendant rushed over to him, making him jump out of his skin. “Mr. Campbell! Mr. Campbell!” The attendant cried. “What, what the fuck do you want?”

“Erm… a complimentary drink for you sir, a beer.” The attendant said. Joe narrowed his eyes. “Who’s it from” Joe said.

“Uh… that guy over…. Th… oh, he’s gone” The attendant shrugged.

“What did he look like?” Joe said with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“Eh.. you know, like all the guys backstage… pretty big, erm.. shaved head… lots of tattoos, the usual stuff.” The attendant said.

“Hmm” Joe uttered. “Do me a favour kid… go and stand over there, and give that can a little shake.”

“Uh… sure, whatever you say bossman” the kid responded, walking over to the corner, and shaking the can up, nothing happened, as Joe sighed with relief.

“So… do you wan’t it or not boss?” The attendant said.

“Sure kiddo, I could do with one about now, hand it over” Joe said, the attendant complied, handing Joe the can, which felt oddly warm… for a beer anyway, Joe cracked it open, and put it to his lips.

He stopped.

He tipped some onto the floor.

Joe’s eyes opened wide, as the liquid on the floor began to hiss, and smoke began to rise from it, he looked at the can, which was now bubbling, and dropped it to the floor, the liquid within spilt out, and began to hiss wildly.

“That… fucking… BASTARD!” Joe screamed, he’d just had another near scrape… this guy was nuts.

Kenny Rock Vs Steven Fury
(Tournament Semi-Final)

“Hair of the dog” by Nazareth played as impressive Asylum newcomer Steven Fury made his way down to the Asylum with his valet MJ Francis, the big man would surely be seeking revenge on Kenny Rock, who, despite aiding him in victory, had marred his match with Sanjuro earlier in the night, Fury reached the Asylum and strode over the rim and in, before turning to the aisle and waiting.

Malone – “Well folks, since seeing the first match, I’ve gathered a little information, apparently… there’s more than a little history between Kenny Rock and Steven Fury, these two men have apparently feuded extensively in the past, so it now comes as no surprise that they’re meeting tonight.”

JPP – “Oui, ze Kenny has a lot of enemies, non?”

Malone – “That’s right, but when you weight it up, WHAT a chance this is for Fury to make a name for himself here in the Asylum, I mean if he wins this, he’d not only defeat an extremely impressive Kenny Rock, but he’d also advance to the final of this tournament in his first ever show.”

Malone stopped just in time, as “Mudshovel” by Staind played in the arena, and Kenny Rock emerged through the curtain into a fountain of abuse from the fans, he had… as was now almost second nature, his sledge hammer with him, as he made his way down to the Asylum, a cold stare between Steven Fury and he never being broken.

Malone – “Well just look at the expressions between the two, they evidently hare each other.”

Kenny reached the Asylum, and in no time, he was in there, and standing nose to nose, well… not quite nose to nose, but he was stood right before Fury, this was certainly a different Kenny Rock, a kess fearless and more relentless one, this became quite apparent, when the first action of the match came.

Malone – “And, ouch! Kenny Rock with a hard kick below the belt there!”

Things were underway, Kenny Doubling over Fury with a vicious kick below the belt, and then bringing him down shockingly, showing no remorse in hitting him across the back with the sledge hammer! Fury was down for the first time in the night, and not surprisingly!

Malone – “Well, that’s the ruthless Kenny we’re talking about, no hesitation in kicking a guy in the…”

JPP – “Ze big naddies?”
Malone – “Sure, lap it up… but yeah, no hesitation in taking a sledge hammer to a guy, ruthless.”

Kenny taunted the downed Fury, but as he closed in… he got too close, Kenny found a vice like grip around his neck, Steven Fury’s hand squeezed the breath out of him and soon, Fury was back towering over Kenny again, choking Kenny, Fury smiled, but again… the vicious Kenny lashed out, a kick below the belt, a completely vicious sledge hammer shot between Fury’s shoulder blades, back to square one it would appear.

Malone – “And there again, Kenny using this hammer almost like an extra limb, kicking Fury below the belt and blasting him with it!”

Kenny was quicker in his advance this time, dropping the sledge hammer and locking Fury into a crossface! Fury squirmed on the canvas, before proceeding to amaze the crowd, Fury got to his knees, Kenny still had the crossface on, to his feet, Kenny still had the crossface on… Kenny seconds later was in mid air, still wrenching on the cross face.

Malone – “Oh dear.”

The vice like grip returned around Kenny’s throat, WHACK! Kenny found himself gazing at the arena lights, victim of a MASSIVE chokeslam from Fury! The crowd exploded with glee, it didn’t matter if Fury had an attitude or not, he’d just put one of the Asylum’s most hated men down! Kenny rolled over frantically, before whipping to his feet, and staring furiousy, at Fury.

Malone – “I think Kenny was more embarrassed by that than anything else!”

The pace suddenly kicked in, Kenny rushed at Fury, who elevated him WAY into the air with a back body drop! Kenny again hit the canvas, springing up and now beginning to look frustrated, he ran again at Fury, up came the huge boot toward his head, he slammed on the breaks… and did something hideous.

Malone – “Dropkick… to the groin! OUCH!”

Fury fell victim of an extremely painful looking dropkick to the groin, he hit the canvas hard, as Kenny leapt to his feet, furious at being embarrassed, layed visiously into Fury, kicking him repeatedly about the head and face, Kenny walked away, picking up the sledge hammer, Fury took it as an opportunity however, getting to his feet! Kenny however saw it, and rushed at him with a gore!

Malone – “Gor… WHAT!?”

Kenny was suspended in mid air, he’d hit Fury in the ribs with a gore, but had been caught, and was now floating in a gutwrench position under Fury’s arm, up, over… WHAM! A MASSIVE Gutwrench spinning, sitdown powerbomb! Kenny lay back on the mat twitching, as Fury rolled up to his feet, and picked up the sledge hammer!

Malone – “We could be looking at a HUGE upset here!”
Kenny got tentatively to his feet, as Fury measure up the sledge hammer, the buzz in the crowd began to rise, and camera’s began to flicker, WHACK! A jabbing motion, Fury hit Kenny in the head with the sledge hammer! Kenny was now down on the canvas, blood slowly leaking from a wound on his forehead and going down into his eyes, he twitched, suggesting that he could well be unconscious!

Malone – “This could be it! I’d regard this as the biggest upset ever Jean Paul!”

JPP – “What about when ze Credible beat ze Borst?”

Malone – “Ok… so the second biggest.”

JPP – “He beat him deux times, Maloney.”

Malone – “Er… yeah, shut up!”

The referee meanwhile, had started to count Kenny Rock.

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Malone – “How on earth did Kenny get up from that?”

Fury obliged, rushing at Kenny and swinging a blow with the sledge hammer, Kenny ducked! Whack, Fury was just as quick, catching Kenny on the turn, with a swift jab to the ribs with the hammer, Kenny was down, he looked up at Fury, who was drawing back the sledge hammer.

Kenny begged for mercy.

This, was the Kenny Rock that Steven Fury remembered, Fury dropped the sledge hammer.

Malone – “Bad move.”

And drew back his fist.

JPP – “Maybe not.”

WHACK! The crowd groaned in empathy, Kenny crotched Fury with the sledge hammer! THUD! It was over… “The Finisher”

Malone – “The Finisher! NO! That… that cheating…. BASTARD!”

Fury reeled back from the low blow and then the finisher, and the momentum carried him over and out of the Asylum, he landed on his feet, as MJ Francis rushed over to attend to him.

Malone – “Damn it! HE ALWAYS cheats SOMEHOW! He wasn’t begging… he was distracting him… I can’t believe that!”

Kenny stood in the Asylum, blood still gaping from his wound, he raised his arms, and the sledge hammer, into the air, to a hiss of boo’s from the crowd, Fury re-approached the Asylum, but was convinced by MJ Francis, that now was not the time or the place, Fury and MJ left, as Kenny looked over the arena.

“Two down, two to go” Kenny uttered, he was two matches away from his goal.

Double Hard(c) Vs Xearo L'Vagrant
(No Boundaries)

Hear me spit on you, wither I
Remold into gold and bury I from - Sun
Reborn left to sigh, recure maybe I'll
Be born and simplify the way I lie Before
I get bored, I get bored, I get bored I'm bored
Repent by you and trust to figure out
I burn that gift to you doll and let it shine before
I get bored, I get bored, I get bored, A wish for a real one
Pissed and confide, before me or I
We come clean, it gets worse - it's more
Get bored, I get bored, I get bored, A wish for a real one
Get bored, Get bored, Get bored, I wish for a real one

Double Hard entered the arena with Jen in tow. He smiled as he held his championship belt closely.

Then...he looked at the bare Asylum. Stripped naked on the whim of some twit. Double rolled into the Asylum as the chorus to "I get bored" by the Deftones hit. His music cut and...

Nothing.

Silence.

There was nothing to signal his arrival. No off beat guitar riff. No Pyrotechnics showering him with sparks. Just the sound of the crowd, who apparently liked this *new* Xearo. Double Hard welcomed him to the ring with a a rude two-fingered gesture; At which the mute just smiled as he stood there.

....it was a stare off. Both men, denying the inevitable. Something was sure to take place...but what? The crowd was aggitated and started booing and some even called out 'BORING' in the dank arena air. Double Hard was bored as well...

...until Xearo charged full speed into now ragged Asylum. Double Hard dropped his title to meet Xearo with a clothesline....but he missed. Double Hard spun around for a backfist...but he missed. Double Hard charged the mute at that point...but Xearo just slid under his legs. "Bloody Hell?"
Double Hard said as he turned around a third time...

SMACK!!

To recieve a sidekick to the chin.

Smack-smack-smack-smack!....Four more sidekicks in rapid precussion, beating down on Double Hard's head. Ally McCoist, staggared back a bit. Taking a good look at the mute...as he looked quite different. He acted differently, as well. It wasn't the new clothes, or that little half smile he wore on his stupid little face. He had something...else as well. He had....

Confidence.

Double Hard ducked the follow up hook kick from Xearo, but he fell victim to the front kick to the mid-section; and the double-fisted hammerblow to the back of the head which knocked him to the mat. Xearo pulled Double Hard to his feet, but Double reversed with a Russian Leg Sweep. DH, held on however locking Xearo in a choke hold. Xearo writhed in agony but eventually came to his senses as he lifted one of his legs and got it wrapped around Ally's neck. The mute then raked his fingersnails down the face of Double Hard, causing him to easily break the hold. DH, wisely sprung to his feet...

...but only seconds after Xearo did. As the mute slapped him in the head with roundhouse kick! Double dropped back a bit at Xearo advanced - lighting him up with kicks...Side kick to his chest, followed by several roundhouse kicks to the thighs. Double Hard was being forced towards the edge of the ungated Asylum as Xearo would not stop kicking.

"Stop....kicking.....twit...." Double Hard barely got out.

So Xearo stopped kicking.

And started raining punches on Double Hard's upper base. Double Hard took some punches in the ribs and in the face, but then coiled into a Boxer's Defense. To no avail...as Xearo dropped to his knee and gave him an upper cut into his genitals! Double Hard dropped to his knees, holding his little treasures. Xearo tightened up closed and eyes...and focused.

Double Hard started to get up...

WHAM!

And caught a trademark wide arching uppercut from Xearo! Double Hard's arms when failing as he was close to falling over the edge of the Asylum....but as quick as Xearo's uppercut struck, the mute had pierced Double Hard's solar plexus with a pointed elbow strike completing the "Aphony Crusher". Double Hard literally when flying off the Asylum and onto the cold unforgiving floor!!
The crowd cheered Xearo on as he bounded off of the Asylum, preparing to bury his fist into Double Hard's gullet.

cRack.

Xearo missed. Double Hard had rolled out of the way and now Xearo silently cried out in agony as his fist damn near shattered on the unforgiving floor. The mute tried to wring out his hand as he got to his feet, but DH was having not of it as his charged and devastated him with a diving lariat! Xearo got up to his feet again only to fall victim to a hard right hook from Double Hard. Double Hard followed through with yet another clothesline knocking Xearo to the floor. Double Hard then started a good round of stomping on the mute. Xearo tried to crawl away but was stopped dead by Double Hard foot barreling down on that sore hand!

The crowd called out in pain for Xearo as he held a hand that had to have been broken by now. Double Hard would not let Xearo rest...

Without a good reason.

Double Hard reached under the Asylum and pulled out some odd and ends. A chain, a baseball bat, A Steelchair and...a table.

The fans of the most violent fighting organization ooo'd and aaah'd. Savoring what would happen next. Xearo had gotten to his feet agian which raised a round of cheers. Double Hard however had other plans as hit when at Xearo with the baseball bat hard in the right thigh. Xearo stumbled to the ground in pain and was in a familiar postion....

All fours.

Double Hard was going to literally make Xearo his bitch.

Double Hard Raised that baseball bat and brought it down like a Nordian Axe into the spine of the already injured mute! He slammed it again...again...and again....until Xearo was laying face down. Double Hard disgarded the bat and began kicking Xearo in the head!! The crowd hissed and boo'd such thug-like actions. Double pulled Xearo to his feet by his ear and near ripped it off as he whipped him into one of the barriers! He then walked over to Xearo and began stomping him in the chest all the way into a sitting position.

Xearo was out. Ally could have sat back and gone for the win but...

...the chain. Heavy as it was...Double Hard wrapped some of it around his fist and let a long length of it dangle coldly to the floor. DH reared the chain back like a whip...and layed into Xearo's FACE!! The mute grabed his now bleeding face and caught some more chain all over his back and neck. Double laughed as he continued to whip upon his poor opponent. Double huffed and puffed as he was...well...almost tuckered out.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and gulped, looking as if he didn't take a bruse. As Xearo looked like...well literally like bloody mess. The ref counted...

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Ten!?

No. Xearo was getting to his feet again, held up by pats on the back from the crowd. This only angered Double Hard. Xearo's blood slowly ebbed it's way down his cheek and futher down his neck...

...as he smiled that half-smile yet again.

Double Hard was in a state of disbelief. He ripped into Xearo again!! Wha-CHANG! The chain lashed down on the top Xearo's head, barely missing a teenage fan. Wha-CHANG! this time it came down on his shoulder.

Wha-CHANG!Wha-CHANG!Wha-CHANG!Wha-CHANG!Wha-CHANG!Wha-CHANG!Wha-CHANG!Wha-CHANG!Wha-CHANG!

Welps and scratches all over the place. New leather meshed shirt...torn to pieces. Xearo had to be dead.

But that possibity didn't matter to Double Hard as he pulled the mute to his feet and military pressed him over his head tossing him into the crowd and onto the people! Fans screamed fearing that this was a dead body. Double Hard hopped over and pulled Xearo to feet again. The mute could barely defend himself as Doube hard lit into him with punches through the mob of screaming fans. Ally, laughed and dropped Xearo to the ground with a
DDT.

Double Hard dragged the mute over to the barrir near the ring....and set up for a powerbomb.

Double lifted the mute up....and looked like he was gonna drive him into the floor...

but instead...

Double Hard edged over to the barrier...and...

Sent Xearo's back into the EDGE of the Barrier!!

Xearo's body bolted against the edge of the wooden piling and fell into a black, red and bloody-disgusting heap on the otherside. Double Hard was seriously tired now as he dropped to his knees leaning on the barrier for support....

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What the fuck.

A statement. Actually..a chant.

Xearo sprung to his feet showering blood onto the floor as they chanted.

"What the fuck. What the fuck."

Xearo smiled his half smile...as his "plan" fell into full view.

Xearo.

Was playing.

Double Hard nearly choked when he saw The bloody demon get to his feet with a jerk-wad smile on his face. For the first time in a while...

Doubel Hard was afraid.

Apparently so was Jen as she laid into Xearo with that previously unattended steelchair!! Xearo took the shot on this back and abruptly turned around...Jen started to back off fearing to be struck...Xearo gave her something other than a fist in the face...he gave her...

A look. The blood running down his face, the side of his face with a swollen welp from a chain on it. Eye completely dead to stimulus, he took on the appearance of some sort of zombie.

Dropping the steelchair, she quickly scrambled away from the gory mute. The crowd cheered on the entire scene as Xearo winked while picking up the discarded steelchair and turning to meet...

Double Hard?

Double was stumbling up the ramp trying to escape...but Xearo came charging up the ramp and with the edge of the chair he took one to the back of Double Hard's knee sending him tripping backwards and slipping down the ramp. Double Hard got up trying to back away...but all Xearo did was throw the steelchair at him...

Double Hard caught it! Could it be? Fuckhead?

No.

Xearo charged at the unexpected Double Hard and jumped high into the air nailing him with a Bruce-Lee style flying Dragon Kick!! Which in turn sent the steel impacting into Double Hard's face hitting "Life Muted"!! DH was of course knocked to the ground as Xearo stood over him with his recovered steelchair. Xearo smiled at he lit into DH with the chair!! WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!! The face, the ribs, his Chest. WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!! The face, the ribs, his Chest. WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!!

The face, the ribs, his Chest. Xearo then stood over Double Hard. He started to yell "Fuck off" but Xearo stuffed the edge of the steelchair in his MOUTH!. Xearo Brought it up again and brought it back down like a guittine into the bridge of Double Hard's nose!! Double Hard turned over to his side only to catch the edge of the chiar on his ear!! Then his neck!!

Now Ally Mchoist's face wore a crimson mask.

but he was still moving...and breathing. Unlike Ally, Xearo allowed his his opponent to get to his feet....

Before giving him a hard side kick to the vuglar, hitting his "Violent Death Kick"! Double Hard bent over choking but was caught in the ribs with the edge of the steel chair! Now Double Hard was on all fours...looking quite the bitch. Xearo charged him and lit into yet again! More Chair shots, each of them turning his back into a tender mess. DH appeared knockrf out laying completely flat on his belly...the mute looked into the crowd as he stood on the back of Double Hard, causing him to squeal and the mobs of people to cheer.

The people were not cheering Xearo anymore.

They were not "identifing" with his struggles and the revenge that was being taken.

They were not understanding the mute's recovery from his plight.

People like these could only understand one thing...

...and as Xearo held the chair to the sky with one hand and brought it back down using the dented piece of metal to aim at the back of Ally McCoist's head....the mute knew what they understood...

Pure.

CRASH!

Fucking.

CRASH!

Violence.

CRASH!

The crowd was on thier feet and Double Hard was getting the shit beat into him as the mute had completely bent the chair against Ally's hard ass head.

The mute grabbed the back of Double Hard's head and began dragging him from the ramp, all the way back down to the Asylum. Xearo rolled the ravaged Double Hard back into the 'ring'. The mute went digging under the Asylum and pulled out...

A fresh steelchair.

The mute scambled into the ring only to catch Jen hovering over and petting a kneeling Double Hard. Xearo raised the still chair to the sky again and hovered over Jen.

Jen turned around and quickly scooted out of the way as Xearo twatted McCoist with another chairshot!

Now was the mute's chance.

As Double Hard unsteadily got to his feet....Xearo turned around....

...and was sprayed in the face with mace! Courtesy of Jen Flowers. Xearo dropped the steelchair blinded by the mace. And with his back turned to Double Hard, Jen took to pointing and laughing at the mute...

...as Double Hard slowly and inched forward to hopefully hit the

"Bastardizer".

No such luck.

Xearo heard everything. The crowd's warning...Jen's laughter...the ref's pleas for her to leave the area... and most of all - as he slowly picked up the chair again...

Xearo heard the footsteps of a Double Hard Bastard.

Fee-Fi-Fo...

*SLASH*

That's the only way to describe the impact of the chair against Double Hard's temple as Xearo quickly but blindly swung around to a 180 degree turn and nailed him with the solid, crisp edge of the steelchair.

"Life Muted In Utero"

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No

Xearo pulled Double Hard to his feet yet again and threw him off the edge of the Asylum. Jen pulled about on Xearo's clothing but he just ignored her as he hopped down and pulled that table up to ring side. The mute rolled Double hard up onto the table with him laying face up....Xearo put the solid chair directly on Double Hard's face. Xearo re-entered the Asylum with Jen shouting for him to stop. But he couldn't....now was the time...the time...

To kill a fuckhead.

Xearo stepped back a few paces and leaped up and off of the Asylum edge!! Landing Double Footed onto the chair in a stiff-legged stomp! Smushing the Chair into Double Hard's face and Snapping the table in two!! Xearo bounded off of the chair/face and rolled into kneeling postion when he landed. This is how Xearo got the name...

"Fuckhead Killer"

Jen began crying as Ally McCoist's blood leaked into a pool on the floor and smeared itself all over what was left of the table....and the ref, a bit stunned....counted.

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The Crowd made an uproar and cheered Xearo as his for the 100th time tonight smiled. The smile wasn't because he beat the shit into his opponent. It wasn't because he did this on his own or he proved anyone wrong. It was the simple fact that he wasn't confused about himself anymore....and people weren't so confused about him either, as they phonetically cheered his name.

"Zee - Are - Oh"

"Zee - Are - Oh"

"Zee - Are - Oh"

Nerva Vs A.D.
(Tournament Semi-Final)

Lynch Gang(c) Vs NBK Vs Hostile Grounds
(Stairway to Hell)

JPP – “Stairway to hell, I like zis’ song!”

Malone – “Erm, well… heh, anyway… the cage and such appears to be in place, as as you can see, glinting in the rafters are those Asylum team titles, and the Lynch Gang have held them for months!”

Suddenly, “Ambitions as a Ridah” by 2Pac plays throughout the arena, and the team of Hostile Grounds, Freakred and Biggs, walk out through the curtain! Biggs and Freak don’t exactly receive a warm reception, mainly due to being signed down to 21w contracts, they do however share the same goal as everyone else in the match; to win the team titles.

Malone – “Well, its anyone’s say as to who will win this one, you have the sheer power of Hostile Grounds and the NBK, but you have the suicidal tendencies of the Lynch Gang, anything could happen!”

Biggs and Freakred enter the steel structure, and await the next entry, sure enough, “How I could just Kill a man” by Rage Against the Machine plays, and Serial Kill and Killa B make an entrance, to an even more heated response, NBK made their way to the Asylum, but didn’t get very far.

Malone – “NBK’z music cut off here… and there’s “Hash Pipe” by Weezer, it’s the Lynch Gang!”

Ash and Raph rush through the curtain, lashing into Serial Killa and Killa B with wicked chair shots! As the NBK due go down, Ash and Raph rush on, climbing through the door, and trading blows with both members of Hostile Grounds!

Malone – “Lynch Gang and Hostile Grounds going at it!”

JPP – “But ze chair shots didn’t keep NBK down for long!”

Both NBK members grabbed tables on their way down to the Asylum, sliding them through the door, and clambering in, officials now swooped in, securing the door shut with a padlock!

Malone – “Well, no escape now!”

As Ash and Biggs wen’t furiously at it, so too did Raph and Freakred, CRACK! CRACK! Suddenly, Serial Killa and Killa B send both Lynch Gang members down with hard chair shots, revenge already! CRACK! CRACK! And again! Although now Hostile Grounds are coming under attack! Suddenly, Serial Killa sets a table Horizontally against the mesh!

Malone – “And, here comes Biggs… he and Serial Killa going at it!”

JPP – “But here comes ze Ash!”

Malone – “GORE! GORE! GORE!”

JPP – “Calm down Paul”

Malone – “Sorry!”

Ash rushed in, leaping with a gore, Serial Killa used his smarts, pulling Biggs into the way and…

CRASH!

Ash hit Biggs, goring him through the vertically propped table! Ash got to his feet, leaving Biggs in the wreckage, as NBK flattened Freakred! Isolating him and beating him down with “The Beatdown” With Hostile Grounds down, NBK turned, WHACK! WHACK! And were downed, chair shots from both Ash and Raph laying them out!

Malone – “A change for Lynch Gang here perhaps!”

Sure enough, after a nod of agreement between Ash and Raph, the 20 foot ladder was set, and the two began to climb, one rung, two… half way, to the top! Ash and Raph rushed up the ladder, reaching the hole in the mesh and grabbing on. But suddenly, the ladder was no more!

Malone – “Hostile Grounds! They just whipped the ladder right from beneath Lynch Gang! Ash and Raph of hanging 20 feet up!”

Not for long they weren’t, CRACK! Biggs hit Ash with the ladder, he fell right the way down to the canvas with a huge THUD! Biggs tossed the ladder to Freak, and the process was repeated, sending Raph flying down to the canvas too!

Malone – “My word, this is lightning quick, Ash and Raph already taking 20 feet tumbles!”

No sooner had Biggs and Freakred achieved the move, were they down again, NBK striking with two chair shots that echoed through the arena, NBK set up the ladder, but were soon downed by Raph and Ash, who were somehow up!

Ash and Raph lifted Freakred and Biggs, and lifted the ladder, before running, and taking each man down with it! Ash and Raph again set the ladder, and began to climb! This time however, they were soon followed, by Biggs and Freakred who had recovered from the ladder blow already! Freakred caught up to Raph, and shocked the crowd!

Malone – “German Suplex! From midway up that ladder!”

Freakred threw Raph backwards over his head and flew with him, the two hammered down on the canvas, as Ash and Biggs reached the hole in the ceiling, and exited! Ash and Biggs began to trade blows on top of the structure, rights, lefts… neither man holding back! Ash suddenly takes advantage, hitting Biggs below the belt! Biggs doubled over and fell to his knees, as As Ash reached down through the hole, and grabbed the ladder, pulling it up and onto the top, as a desperate Serial Killa and Killa B tried to grab it for themselves, as Ash pulled the ladder onto the top of the structure, Serial Killa and Killa B began to climb the interior of the structure!

Malone – “The ladder’s on top, we could be looking at an early finish here!”

Ash grabs the ladder, driving it down into Biggs’ ribs, before setting it, and beginning to climb, Biggs sweeps up to his feet and see’s Ash ascending toward the titles, and gets up… following him up the ladder!

Malone – “They’re… they’re both edging toward the titles!”

Ash grabs at a title, and it sways away from him, Biggs makes a desperate lunge, but the titles sway away from him too, suddenly, Ash lashes out, catching Biggs with a right hand, Biggs strikes back, returning the favour and hitting Ash! The two begin to trade blows, but the crowd begin to gasp, because something far more dangerous awaits them.

Malone – “Oh… oh no, surely not… the Natural Born Kiillaz! They can’t!”

Biggs and Ash suddenly stop, looking down slowly at what’s below them, NBK grab the ladder, and begin to rock it, and rock it… and rock it! The crowd screamed, and fled!

Malone – “MY GOD! MY GOD! THE LADDER JUST WENT OVER THE EDGE OF THE STRUCTURE! BIGGS AND ASH JUST FELL AT LEAST 30 FEET INTO THE CROWD! GET SOME HELP DOWN HERE!”

Biggs and Ash took flight, and landed amongst the crowd hideously with a thud, NBK laughed at their little achievement, but didn’t have long to do so. Freakred and Raph appeared, both with chair, to crack them over the head’s of Serial Killa and Killa B, before turning their attentions to each other!

Malone – “And Freakred and Raph going at it now!”

It didn’t take long for the towering Freakred to take advantage of Raph, battering him toward the gaping hole in the mesh, he delivered a swift kick to his gut, and as he doubled over, the following was inevitable… POWERBOMB!

Malone – “I DON’t BELIEVE IT! POWERBOMBED 20 FEET TO THE CANVAS! RAPH IS BROKEN IN HALF!

Freakred dusted off his hands, after powerbombing Raph through the hole, he would simply set up the ladder, and grab the titles, but things were never that simple, and he’d forgotten that he was now alone; Alone with NBK, that was.

Malone – “And NBK circling Freak… and look at this, they’re just laying into him mercilessly!”

NBK lashed into Freakred, first beating him to his knees, then until he was flat out on the mesh, the two looked at each other, and then the gaping hole in the mesh.

They shook their heads.

Malone – “They aren’t going to throw him down there? What can that mean.”

They looked over the edge of the structure, and nodded,

Malone – “Erm… I’d better move.”

Seconds later, the two hurled Freakred off the edge, and he landed on the announce table with an explosion like sound! The crowd exploded with boos, because now… the outcome was inevitable.

Malone – “NBK set up the ladder.”

The two set the ladder, and began to scale it.

Malone – “A quarter of the way!”

The crowd were showering them with boo’s, because there was nothing which could be done.

Malone – “Half way!”

NBK stopped for a moment, to flip off the crowd, more boo’s followed!

Malone – “Almost there!”

NBK reached up.

Malone – “NO! Those evil, why… they didn’t even do anything to deserve a win here!”

NBK pulled down the titles, they were the new Asylum team champions, although… from their reaction, you wouldn’t think it!

Malone – “And… NBK drop the belts here?”

NBK never raised the titles in agitation, they dropped them to the mesh with a thud, and climbed down, Killa B reached into his back pocket, and procuded.

Malone – “Gasoline?”

Killa B poured the gasoline all over the titles, the crowd were now throwing trash at the Natural Born Killaz, but it was to no avail, Killa B finished, as Serial Killa struck a match.

“To the new team champions” Were the last word’s that exited his mouth, as he threw the match, and set the team titles alight, NBK left, climbing down the side of the structure and walking up aisle to a tremendous amount of boos, the titles? Continued to burn.

JPP – “Whoo, break out ze marsh mallows!”

Malone – “Oh, so you’re alive then?”

JPP – “Oui!”

Synn Vs Carnage

Malone – “Well here comes Carnage, looking surprisingly well considering that he was stabbed by Synn last Sunday.”

JPP – “Oui.”

Malone – “Oui? That’s it… you don’t have anything to say about the health of an individual who was stabbed less than a week ago.”

JPP – “Nope.”

Malone – “Very well then, but honestly… the heat between these two individuals is immense, Synn had twisted things into a story that Carnage had believed, but after showing him TOO much of his past, Carnage regained control, and now the former follow of Synn is trying to put him to an end.”

Carnage is not one to be taken lightly, though. Mental issues not with standing, this is undoubtedly one of the most dangerous fighters in the Asylum today. He now waits in the center of our grand stage for his opposition.

”FIGHT...FIGHT...FIGHT...FIGHT “
Malone – “Well, the aptly named “Fight Song” playing here… that means we’re about to be greeted by Synn!”

And with that raspy Marilyn Manson introduction, Synn steps out form behind the curtain. He stretches his arms out from each side in a crucifix fashion, and bathes in the audiences disapproval. He makes his way toward Carnage and surprisingly the match is underway without incident.

Malone – “Synn here now, and its evident from the crowd reaction, he’s a hated man.”

JPP – “Oui.”

The two men lock up, wioth carnage coming out on top with a side headlock. Synn counters with a shove into the side of the Asylum, and his efforts are answered with a superkick. Carnage manuevers over Synn and locks on an elevated Texas Cloverleaf...

Malone – “This could be it! A cloverleaf by Carnage already!”

JPP – “Oui.”

Or at least half of one, as Synn slides onto his back, pancakes Carnage onto his stomach, and rolls up with an ankle lock! Carnage uses his free foot to kick Synn in the mouth, forcing the release of the hold. Both men roll out and onto their feet simultaneously.

Malone – “Lightning fast start to the match here! Synn and Carnage with an impressive exchange!”

JPP – “Oui.”

Carnage reacts first and moves for Synn's head, but is sidestepped and leveled with a diving forearm. Synn decides it's time to move into a more aggressive game plan, and begins to punish Carnage's upper body with visceral kicks and stomps. He then lifts Carnage from the canvas and nails a gut wrench piledriver, more affectionately known as Hell's Hammer. he follows it up with a Synnful Descent standing moonsault kneedrop, but carnage rolls out of harm's way.

Malone – “Like I said, these two share a lot of mutual hatred for each other, and the quick pace of this match is clearly showing it.”

JPP – “Oui.”

Synn is up quickly, trying to walk off the pain from his miscalculated manuver...but Carnage won't have that. He lashes out with a series of kicks to the injured knee, and then sinks his teeth into Synn's shoulder!

Malone – “Youch! Well, you couldn’t have counted on this being a very technical match for long, but I sense this is going to get a lot worse!”

Reacting on pure instinct, Synn jerks his elbow back into Carnage's crotch, and then lifts a knee into his face. Then there's a left jab, and another, and another, then a right cross, then a left knee to the stomach, Carnage is Riding the Pitchfrok! A low left spinning back kick...is caught! Carnage blocked the Hell Bound set-up and counters by T-Bone suplexing Synn.

Malone – “Very good counter there by Carnage, could have been all over if Synn had got the Hell Bound.”

JPP – “Oui.”

Malone – “Listen, if all you’re going to say is Oui, then please, don’t say anything at all.”

JPP – “…”

Carnage climbs over his fallen opponent, sits on his chest, and begins to scratch at his eyes! He's drawn blood!

Synn manages ot pull a page out of his wrestling handbook, and hooks both of Carnage's arms with his legs and rolls him onto his back...but Synn continues to move forward and bridges over Carnage then sits on HIS chest! He's punching Carnage in the face! Carnage is now busted above his right eye! Carnage shoves Synn off of him. Both men are bloody, injured, and amazingly enough...back on their feet!

Malone – “These two dealing out a great amount of punishment to the other!!

Synn moves in quickly and locks on a sleeper hold. He modifies the move, however, and is grinding his studded wrist band in the open wound over Carnage's eye. Carnage wails in agony.

JPP – “Ouch, ze studs to ze eye!”

Malone – “My god… it speaks!”

JPP – “Oui.”

Malone – “Oh, not this again.”

JPP – “Oui.”

Synnr eleases the hold, and gets a kick in the nuts for his generosity. Carnage drives Synn's face to the mat with a Rocker Dropper and moves quickly for the kill. Synn is yanked off of the mat and dropped backwards onto his head with a viscious German Suplex. Carnage climbs to the top of the caging and flies off backwards in a flying elbow position, only to be caught mid air and driven ribs first into Synn's knee.

Malone – “That looked like a half hearted attempt for Maximum Carnage, Synn with a quick reversal though!”

Carnage flails on the mat writhing in pain and his shirt is instantly soaked in blood. Synn has reopened that major stab wound, and is now covered in blood, both his own and Carange's, and his blue eyes are aglow with a shine they haven't had in years.

He pulls Carnage up by his throat, hangs him over his right shoulder, catching his head under his left arm. Hardcore Hangover! Carnage is reeling.

Malone – “This could be all!”

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Synn breaks the count and pulls Carnage back to his feet, and then lifts him
onto his shoulders. DVD floated into an inverted DDT, Broken!

Synn measures Carnage and connects with a Synnful Descent, driving his knees
onto Carnage's injured side. the blood soaked shirt splashes vital fluids
all over the canvas.

Malone – “Not could be all… this WILL be all!”

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Malone – “Carnage is laying completely still.”

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Malone – “He's still not moving. this could be serious.”

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Malone – “He's begining to...laugh?! “

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Malone – “He's on one knee...”

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Synn attacks Carnage, breaking the count, but locking him in a pump handle
position and dropping him down into a back breaker, another trademark Synn
move called Lethal Injection...but Carnage just rolls back up onto his feet!

Malone – “How the heck did Carnage get up from that, and how is he even moving?”

JPP – “Oui.”

Malone – “Oui? That doesn’t even make sense in reference to what I just said!”

JPP – “Oui.”

Carnage with a left fist. Synn with a right. A left. Carnage with a left. A right. And another...and another. A kick to the gut. DDT! Carnage is making one hell of an incredible come back! Synn is quick to his feet, but carnage is just as quick, sending him flipping onto his back with a devestating clothesline.

Synn is on the proverbial ropes as Carnage swoops in like a starving vulture for the kill...

Malone – “The end surely near now, each man looking exhausted!”

Carnage closed in on Synn, but out of nowhere, Synn struck the sucker punch to end all, a swift and decisive kick to Carnage’s stab wound, Carnage buckled over in agony, as Synn swooped in to reap the rewards!

Malone – “This is it… surely!”

Synn grabbed Carnage, in the trademark manor which suggested Hell Bound was soon to follow, he scooped him up, twisted him in the air, and dropped him; unwillingly. Carnage dropped behind Synn, and from there, things were elementary.

Malone – “Snap german suplex… Maximum Carnage is on the way!”

Carnage snapped Synn down with the german suplex, much to the crowd’s delight! Carnage turned to mount the Asylum rim; And froze on the spot.

Malone – “Woah… something has Carnage spooked there.”

Carnage had seen a face in the crowd, a face which until one week ago had remained anonymous, and a face which ever since, had haunted him in his dreams. The face of the individual was staring back… because he too had recognised Carnage.

Malone – “What the hell is Carnage looking at?”

The figure in question had been on a mission tonight, he was here for the fWo… and he was going to avenge what Boris Borst had done on Sunday slaughter, but when he saw Carnage, all thoughts of revenge turned to him, Carnage watched as the huge individual pushed through the crowd, but then rubbed his eyes.

Maybe it was just a dream.
Malone – “I really can’t understand this… Carnage is frozen on the spot, the crowd are going wild, what did I miss!?”

Carnage rubs his eyes, it was a dream… he was sure, what he didn’t know that the individual in the crowd was very, very real. Carnage whipped his trademark knife out, and scaled the rim of the Asylum, the individual however, had shoved a security man out of the way, and cambered over the guard rail.

Malone – “Maximum Carnage!”

JPP – “K….. KV….. erm… errm!”

Malone – “What!?”

JPP – “KODIAK VIC CREED!”

Malone – “Oh, so you do spea… KODIAK VIC CREED!?”

It was true, the man that Carnage thought was an illusion was very real indeed, Kodiak Vic Creed, the fWo internet champion, was in the arena. The crowd saw him, the camera’s saw him… the commentators saw him, and only one person in the arena didn’t believe he was there, the person who’d seen him first; Carnage.

Malone – “My god! What does Kodiak Vic Creed want!?”

JPP – “Well… duh.”

Creed whipped up the steps, giving Carnage a prompt shove which sent him flipping through the air, and senton bombing square onto the canvas, Synn was now struggling back up to his feet, as Creed clambered onto the Asylum rim, and the camera’s in the arena began to flash wildly; the crowd knew exactly what was coming.

Malone – “Creed leaps… my word… CREEDZILLINATOR!”

Creed leapt, covering a great distance as the camera’s in attendance exploded in a burst of light, hitting a picture perfect Creedzillinator frog splash onto Carnage, he didn’t however, get time for a follow up.

Malone – “Here comes the cavalry!”

Security guards, lots of them, rushed down to the Asylum, grabbing Creed by the arms and dragging him away from Carnage, who was now getting to his feet, Carnage shook the cobwebs and looked at Creed, now realising the threat, he grabbed his knife. Only to forget about another threat within the Asylum.

Malone – “Synn! Synn from behind, kick to the gut… Hell Bound! No dammit… that son of a!”

Synn dropped Carnage with hell bound, bleeding, bruised, KVC’d and now given the Hell Bound, Carnage was out for the count, but as the referee counted the ten, things exploded once more.

Malone – “And, Creed breaks free from security… uh… uh oh!”

Creed broke free from security, but slammed into Synn from behind, Synn turned and fixed a glare on Creed, Creed complied, and seconds later, Synn threw a punch, things were getting out of control!

Malone – “Creed and Synn brawling here, and here come another 15 security guards!”

Finally, the amount of security became too much, prising Creed and Synn apart, they managed to get each man out of the Asylum, Synn broken away, exiting into the crowd and standing in his arms in a crucifix, dauntingly, he wasn’t alone, surrounding him were more “freaks” tens of them, all extending their arms in a crucifix, Synn appeared to discuss matter with one individual, a man with bright green hair and several facial piercings, before the two disappeared through the crowd, back at ringside, things continued.

Malone – “And Carnage is up now, he’s got the knife! My god! He’s slashing at those security guards!”

Carnage swiped out, nicking one guard on the arm to a resulting spray of blood, and catching another on the face lightly, what he then did though, was utterly confusing; he took the knife to himself, staring at Creed, Carnage used the knife to cut across his forehead, before cutting across the back of his hand, Security used maximum force, beating Carnage down and taking him by the arms and legs, the gigantic Creed stood at the top of the aisle staring at Carnage, and as Carnage was dragged away, his last words could be heard everywhere.

“Die Creed! DIE! AAHahahaHAHAhaHAa!”

Malone – “They should lock that guy away, he’s mad.”

JPP – “Oui, but ze amount of time’s e’s been dropped on ze head, does it surprise you?”

Malone – “Well, when you put it like that, but what the hell was Vic Creed doing here.”

JPP – “Erm, perhaps zat has something to do with Borst burning fWo property last Sunday?”

Malone – “Well, when you put it like that…”

JPP – “And you say I can’t commentate…. Bah.”

“That fucking twat… if he thinks im going to stick around while he tortures me, he’s wrong… and if he thinks im gonna give him the 21w title, he’s fucking wrong too… think’s he’s some kind of funny bastard or something, well im off… fuck the rest of the show, im goin’ home!” Joe uttered, rounding a corner and walking ahead, an inquisitive… well, nosy, fan… interrupted.

“Where are you going?” The fan asked.

“Home.” Joe responded.

“Uh, can I have your autograph?” The fan replied.

“No… piss off.” Joe said, walking past him.

“Cool.” The fan said, walking away… as Joe barged out of the door’s and into the parking lot. He looked down at the 21w title in his bag.

“Fucking stupid piece of gold… fuck this, I should just throw it in a river.” Joe’s eyes narrowed. “In fact… I WILL throw it in a river, yep.. I’ll drive home, stop at a river, and…” He took out his car key and pressed the button.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

His car, flew a good ten feet into the air, it exploded in a flash, with flames emanating from it, it hit the ground in a pile of twisted metal, as Joe’s eyes opened almost in amazement, he dropped his keys, he dropped his bag, his Ferrari f40, his favourite car, had just exploded, Joe clenched his fists.

“COME ON THEN! COME ON YOU FUCKING TWAT!…. COME OUT! COME OUT FROM WHEREVER YOU ARE! YOU FUCKING BASTARD… I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU…. YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD… YOU HEAR ME!? FUCKING DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAD!” Joe screamed at the top of his voice… slowly from the air, a white piece of paper floated down, he snatched up, and read it.

“Give me what I want, and I’ll go away.” It read, Joe screwed up the paper, before grabbing his bag, and walking furiously back into the arena.

Kenny Rock Vs Nerva
(Tournament Final)

JPP – “Oui, I Can ear’ ze screams in my earpiece!”

The video walls flicks on, just in time to see Nerva, being dragged by the hair, by Persephone! Persephone rammed Nerva’s head into the wall at regular intervals, as suddenly, a voice echoed.

“See that fire hose?” The voice asked, Persephone nodded in acknowledgement “Use it.” The voice responded coldly, Persephone obiged, using Nerva’s head to smash through the glass casing! Nerva fell to the ground bleeding, as Persephone pulled the hose out, and began to whip Nerva with the hard metal end! She then used the hose to choke Nerva out repeatedly, before the voice interrupted again. “Stop!” Persephone looked up “I’ll take it from here.” The voice said, Persephone bent down over the downed Nerva “You think this is over bitch? This isn’t even the beginning” Persephone said coldly, before slapping Nerva around the head, laughing, and waling off down the corridor.

Malone – “Stop this! Why doesn’t someone stop this!?”

Suddenly, an even more chilling figure came into view.

Kenny Rock.

Gripping his hand, his trademark sledgehammer, he walked over to the downed Nerva who began to try and get up cutting her hands on the shattered glass. “Now listen to me whore, we can do this the hard way… or the easy way, I’ll leave it up to you.” Kenny said arrogantly, Nerva cocked her head up, bleeding profusely.

“Fuck you” she responded.

“Fine then” Kenny continued. “The hard way it is.” Kenny stooped over Nerva, sitting on her back, he put the pole of the sledge hammer across her throat, and began to throttle her with it. “Now, this is to teach you, that you shouldn’t say things like that to the next Asylum champion!” Kenny said, snarling through his teeth, he choked Nerva until she was limp, before grabbing her by the hair, and dragging her partially down the corridor. Before taking a chair, throwing her to the ground, and placing it over her knee.

Malone – “No… NO! this is sick!”

“Now I’ll ask you again, which will it be, hard way, easy way?” Nerva didn’t respond, she was either being extremely stubborn, or had slipped into unconsciousness, regardless, Kenny was insulted at the lack of an answer. “So be it” he chuckled, before bringing the sledge hammer down sickeningly across the chair, crushing her knee!”

Malone – “Where the hell is security? Why aren’t they doing something!?”

JPP – “Zey’re probably outside, helping Joe to find whoever blew iz’ car up, non?”

Nerva screamed in agony, unconscious or not, the terrible pain had woken her up, Kenny grabbed her by the hair again and dragged her down the corridor, finally reaching what appeared to be the curtain to the inner arena! Kenny looked over at a small room, apparently the sound room, he kicked the door open as everyone inside looked about in shock.

“Hit my music” Kenny ordered, the people, too shocked, didn’t do anything, Kenny brought Nerva up, and put the sledge hammer across her throat. “Hit… my… FUCKING… music!” Kenny demanded, a shaky man quickly turned it on, as “Mudshovel” by Staind, played through the arena, and suddenly Nerva burst through the curtain, falling to the ramp as Kenny marched out, sledge hammer over his shoulder, he used his feet to poke Nerva down the aisle, finally reaching the Asylum, and grabbing her hair, and throwing her in.

Malone – “Somebody stop him?”

JPP – “Why don’t you stop him!? Scummie.”

Malone – “Because… well, im just a commentator.”

JPP – “C’mon Malone… z’ere is a man in all of us, I’m pretty sure z’ere is one in you, we just ave’nt seen it yet!”

Malone – “This is no time for jokes, a woman is being assaulted!”

“Now… you… WHORE!” Kenny roared. “You’re going to fucking quit right here, on national television, get it? Q-U-I-T!” Kenny said viciously, he looked almost insane, blood still on his face from the Fury match, he snarled it all at Nerva.

Nerva staggered to her feet, heavily limping, she glared at Kenny Rock.

And gave him the finger, with both hands.

Malone – “Oh no.”

JPP – “Heh, ze last thing she should ave’ done was zat!”

Kenny snarled, before swinging the sledge hammer, it connected with Nerva’s leg, and it buckled, she went down with a scream, holding her knee.

“It didn’t have to be like this, I gave you plenty of chances, plenty of back doors… and this is how you thank me? Well take… THIS!” Kenny roared, jabbing Nerva in the leg with the sledge hammer, he’d clearly lost it, finally grabbing Nerva’s injured leg, turning her over, and locking in a half crab, Nerva screamed in agony.

“NOW SAY IT! SAY YOU QUIT… SAY IT DAMMIT!” Kenny snarled again, wrenching on the hold, Nerva screamed again, but still, refused to submit. “Get a referee down here! I’ll make this bitch submit if it’s the last thing I do!” Kenny snarled again, the crowd now booing intensely, a referee rushed down to the Asylum and got in.

Malone – “Good, now maybe we can have an end to this sickening display!”

“Now listen to me you little wench” Kenny said disturbingly. “There’s a referee here now, so don’t you dare show me up… just tap you’re hand on the mat like a nice little girl, and we’ll leave it at this.” Kenny once again spoke through clenched teeth.

Nerva didn’t move.

Kenny’s face began to glow bright red, he stood up, highly elevating the hold! Nerva was now completely motionless, but Kenny was demanging a verbal or at least some signal of submission, Nerva didn’t move… so Kenny used his right foot, to stand on her hair, he was now bending her back immensely.

Ding, Ding, Ding.

The referee had called for the bell, Nerva was clearly in danger, Kenny Rock had won the match, and would face either Boris Borst, or the Inmate… tomorrow. Kenny however continued to try and break Nerva in half, his face glowing red and his teeth snarling like a rabid dog, finally the cavalry arrived, prising him away from Nerva, he left even more hated than he was when he entered, as the EMT’s lifted Nerva onto a stretcher!

Malone – “Well… I shudder to think, that man is going to get a shot at the Asylum championship, tomorrow night, gold help us all.”

JPP – “E’ isn’t bad… ze bitch just wouldn’t submit!”

Malone – “You disgust me.”

JPP – “Er…oui, commercial time!”

Boris Borst(c) Vs the Inmate
(Scaffold Match)

Malone - Wise move by Joe!

JPP - Oui. Zese scummies are gonna try kill each other.

Malone - Unsanctioned! This match is huge... can you believe what went down backstage?

JPP - Zer is no word on Zoe's condition yet... me hope she is OK.

Malone - Inmate was said to be feeling REALLY bad about that whole incident, and if it weren't for his hatred for Borst, he would have forfeited the match.

JPP - Why izn't he arrested?!

Malone - It was an accident!

JPP - But still... you... you... WANKER, why izn't he arrested.

Malone - I don't know, but...

It’s WICKED! The fans are going crazy!

Malone - I’ve never had my ears hurt like this before!

The fans are chanting ‘Inmate’ so loud that it’s amazing that Inmate isn’t trying to cover his ears. As he walks down the now incredibly crowded aisle, in what could be his last match, every fan along the way seems to be reaching out to try and grab a hold of him. But Inmate Burton is incredibly focused, and when he gets to the ringside area where the scaffold hangs above, he quickly jumps to the rope ladder, and quickly ascends to the scaffold.

When he makes it to the scaffold landing, he stands up straight, and just by looking out over the crowd they scream and holler like crazy.

The scaffold sways slightly... it's not a regular scaffold, but a platform being held up from the rafters by several huge chains and ropes. It all adds to the danger and excitement, with the scaffold swaying with every move.

Inmate waits atop the ramp and you can just tell he’s checking out the many tables below. The Asylum cage is filled with a single layer of tables to ‘break the fall’, so to speak, of either Inmate Burton or Boris Borst.

Malone -You know those tables might not only break their falls, but possibly their neck!

JPP - AND THEIR CAREER!

Malone - You know... Inmate doesn't look too upset about what went down earlier.

JPP - He's psyched up! He iz blanking zat out! He's got to save his own life now.

Malone - But how do you think Borst reacted to all that? Won't he be upset?

Silence.

Both - Naaaaaaaa.

Wicked suddenly stops playing and a hush falls over the arena.

"We're only just men."
"An I think you ought a know."
"I'm a murderer."

Aisha by Death in Vegas kicks up over the PA system, as Borst takes a step through the curtains, ready to face not only Inmate, but his destiny.

JPP - Me not like ze music Malone...

Malone - It's a bit... it about a killer.

JPP - Zat's it. Jean Paul iz going home. Not gonna watch ze killing. Buh bye.

Malone - Sit back down!

The crowd are hushed, neither booing or cheering the Asylum Champion, as he walks down the aisle, dragging the Asylum Championship along in one hand, and a small sack in the other.

Malone - What's in that bag? Oh no... he's not has he?

JPP - What?

Malone - Brought the GUN with him?!

JPP - No. Look at zat. Sticking out ze top... zuckhead.

Malone - I should've guessed. A shiteball stick.

JPP - Dum dum dum... scaaaaaared.

Borst looks up at the scaffold with an incredible angry look on his face and the fans roar with excitement. Borst holds up the belt he’s dangling with one hand to show Inmate. Then he spits on it as he takes a step towards the ladder.

JPP -He’s a lunatic! Spitting on his own title.

Malone - Well he never did like that thing much... he's happy enough to be *known* as the Asylum Champion. He says he doesn't need a belt to prove it!

Borst makes it to the rope ladder and yells something up at Inmate, to which Inmate replies with the middle finger.

Inmate - Come on up then!

Borst starts to climb the ladder when his music suddenly stops and the fans start booing. Borst takes a deep breath, and drops the Asylum Championship on the floor. He gazes up at Inmate, who's taunting him and shouting obscenities at him, before clutching the sack full of goodies tight and climbing the ladder. Inmate takes a step back and braces himself for what is going to be the fight of his life.

Borst gets up onto the scaffold, and no sooner than he's thrown down his sack of goodies, the two collide and start trading fists immediately! Neither guy wants to let up as they shove each other around.

Malone - No ones left there feet yet!

JPP - Oui! Well one wrong footstep, and you could fall ze 30 some feet to ze tables, and then probably through the mat canvas!

Malone - It’d be hard to even throw a punch up there!

Malone - Borst wasn’t just being dramatic either! He nearly fell off the damn scaffold!

JPP - Snort. Yeah can you believe it?!

Borst’s Championship reign, and his career, both nearly got ended by a simple hip toss! Borst pulls himself back up a bit, but Inmate is up and coming at him. Inmate nails him with a flurry of kicks to the head and face.

Borst is hanging on for dear life.

He’s got on leg up on the scaffolding and both of his arm and death locked around the guide wires and chains! Inmate is relentless but realizes Borsts not going to let go, so Inmate turns now to the snapped chain, just barely being held on the scaffolding by the thin, presumably, electric cables.

Inmate is fighting to break the length of chain free for his use, which gives Borst enough time to pull himself up onto the scaffold. Inmate gives up work on the chain momentarily and gladly keeps Borst down on the scaffold with a fist to the forehead of Borst.

Inmate’s shaking his hand from the pain, but shrugs it off and nails Borst with an back elbow next. The Inmate goes right back to work on the chain, and finally with Borst down for a minute, manages to snap it free. The crowd is roaring as they await the use of the length of chain! Borst is slowly starting to get up, but Inmate is ready and has got some of the chain wrapped around his right hand.

Borst is up onto his feet.

Inmate swings.

But Borst ducks!

Inmate turns, and Borst’s coming at him with the Clothesline from Yankland!!!

Inmate moves, and Borst just misses. Borst turns and goes again at Inmate. Inmate falls onto his back and trips up Borst. He’s got Snap locked on! Not tight enough though, and Borst quickly gets out of the position and swings wildly. Nailing several hard shots to the Inmates back. Inmate lets go of the hold and rolls away quickly.

Amazingly enough after landing a fairly solid punch, Borst simply shoves Inmate back a few feet before going at him again with punches.

Malone - Amazing, I never thought I’d see a smart move from Borst. A shove towards the edge, that’s the most brilliant thing he’s done in months, and it has to be in his last match.

JPP - His last match?

Malone -Yeah his last match, unless he keeps shoving Inmate back like that!

Inmate finally blocks a punch and gains an incredible advantage by grabbing Borsts arm and nailing him with an incredible forearm smash, followed up by a simple spear takedown and a flurry of punches. Borst isn’t fazed to bad by the forearm though and is able to push Inmate off. There's a pause in the action, and small stand off.

Malone - Surprisingly Borst isn’t attacking.
JPP - He must’ve realized how big a deal zis is, as he seems to be keeping a cool head.

Borst is the first to make a move tough as the two lock up on top of the scaffold set-up. Inmate manages to power him back a few feet before shoving him off.

Inmate- LOSER!

Borst goes back at him, and...

KICK!

LOW BLOW!

JPP - Borst 'as been practicing ALLLLLLLLLLLL night for that one!

Not surprisingly, Borst seems to be getting the upper hand, shoving Burton back a few steps, but then Burton falls back onto the scaffold, and monkey tosses Borst over him!

The crowd ‘ooohhs’ as they almost saw Borst fall from the scaffold. Borst is back up though before Inmate has a chance to ready himself, and Borst is able to grab Burton’s arm and irish-whip him!! Inmate stops from going over the edge by grabbing a chain support wrapped in wiring. Borst sees he stopped though and charges at Burton!

Malone - OH MY GOD!

Burton narrowly missed a spear from Borst, and the only reason Borst didn’t go over was the support chain!!! But some of the wires snapped, with on in particular catching Borst on the tricep and cutting him open.

Burton catches Borst on his knees and rings his bell with a drop kick! A drop kick on the scaffold, which sends Borst onto his back, and sends the scaffold swaying like mad!

Inmate is up quickly and is careful to give Borst some forced help getting to his feet, as he realizes Borst would be just insane enough over the last several months to grab ahold of Burton and toss the both of them over the edge! Inmate Nails a few good shots to Borsts face, before doing what must hurt like hell for Borst, as he shoves his thumb hard against the cut on Borst fresh tricep wound.

The crowd is now chanting fuckhead as Inmate has backed off a bit waiting for Borst, who is grabbing at his left arm, to get to his feet. Inmate turns around and grabs the steel chair he brought up with him.
The fans go nuts as Inmate picks up the chair! But wait, he turns with it only to receive a kick to the midsection from Borst! Borst gets the chair, he nails Inmate with a shot from the chair, Inmate doesn’t go down… the fans are chanting it and Borst gives them exactly what they want as he throws the chair into Inmate’s face! WHAM!

Crowd- “FUCKHEAD! FUCKHEAD! FUCKHEAD!”

Inmate goes down in a heap. He’s out! Borst also falls back, while shaking his hand from the obvious pain of that punch to the chair!

Borst is pulling Inmate up off the scaffolding, to his feet. Inmate is looking a little groggy. Inmate is setting him up for a powerbomb??? What’s wrong with this picture? As the crowd looks on in amazement, Borst does exactly what should come natural to him… he punches Inmate in the back! Viciously. Three times.

The crowd is in awe as Inmate falls to the scaffolding and rolling onto his side. Borst just stands there smirking. Then he reaches behind his left arm and whips some blood from the cut. Borst is signaling for the clothesline from Yankland!

Inmate is slow getting to his feet, still holding his back. Borst is waiting…

Malone - OH MY GOD!

JPP - Borst iz done for!

They’re right, Borst almost went over the edge!!! He went for the clothesline, which Inmate avoided, and got caught when he turned around, as Inmate hip tossed him towards the edge!

Malone - Borst wasn’t just being dramatic either! He nearly fell off the damn scaffold!

JPP - Oui! can you believe it?! Borst’s Championship reign, and his career, nearly got ended by a simple hip toss!

Borst pulls himself back up a bit, using the chain he grabbed onto to keep from falling. Inmate is up and coming at him. Inmate nails him with a flurry of kicks to the head and face. The crowd is going nuts. Borst is hanging on for dear life. He’s got one leg up on the scaffolding and both of his arm and death locked around the guide wires and chains!

Inmate is relentless but realizes Borsts not going to let go, so Inmate turns now to the snapped chain, which Borst speared earlier. It’s just barely being held on the scaffolding by the thin, presumably, electric cables. Inmate is fighting to break the length of chain free for his use, which gives Borst enough time to pull himself up onto the scaffold.

Inmate gives up work on the chain momentarily and gladly keeps Borst down on the scaffold with a fist to the forehead. Inmate’s shaking his hand from the pain, but shrugs it off and nails Borst with a back elbow next.

Malone - Oh my... that punch on the forehead has just busted Borst wide open!

The Inmate goes right back to work on the chain, and finally with Borst down for a minute, manages to snap it free.

The crowd is roaring as they await the use of the length of chain! Borst is slowly starting to get up, but Inmate is ready and has got some of the chain wrapped around his right hand. Borst is up onto his feet. Inmate swings, but Borst ducks, Inmate turns, and Borst’s coming at him with the Clothesline from Yankland again!!! Inmate moves, and Borst just misses. Borst turns and goes again at Inmate. Inmate falls onto his back and trips up Borst.

He’s got Snap locked on!

Not tight enough though, and Borst quickly gets out of the painful position and swings wildly. Nailing several hard shots to the Inmates back. Inmate lets go and readies himself for an attack. Borst is back on one knee and is already jumping at Burton! The two roll around on the scaffold throwing punches and knees.

Malone - This is incredible. Look how close they are coming to the edge!

Borst eventually shoves Inmate away and gets quickly to his feet. Inmate follows, as Borst seems to be going towards the far edge.

Malone - What the hell’s he doing?

Borst is climbing one of the chain supports, and fast. Inmate grabs his leg though. He’s not letting Borst get anymore height. Borst is angered and is kicking his leg wildly, but Inmate isn’t letting go.

Malone - Oh my god!!! This is nuts!

JPP - Borst is a lunatic!

Borst just jumped atop Inmate, who caught him and delivered an incredible follow through suplex! Almost a jackhammer type maneuver, but with Borst connecting head first into the scaffold!

Malone - How in the hell the scaffold didn’t give way on that move, I have no clue!

Borst is down, just his luck, because Inmate is back on his feet, and waiting. He’s got the same chair that Borst had used earlier, and is now just waiting for his revenge. Borst is up. Blood pouring from his arm. His face shows clear and simple… exhaustion. Inmate winds up with the chair, but drops it, as Borst just planted a first directly into Inmate’s face!

JPP - Zis iz it! Just shove him off the scaffold Borst!

Malone - You’re cheering for Borst?!?

JPP - Yessum. Er, NO!

All Borst has to do is obvious, just throw Inmate from the scaffold, cause he’s out cold. Borst is on the scaffold pulling himself back to his feet. He makes it up. And once again he goes for the chain… he’s climbing it again?

Malone - Is Borst going to retire himself?

JPP - It’d be just like him to pull something like that off!

Borst is taking too long though, as Inmate is moving and is crawling towards him. Borst sees him and just spits in his direction, yelling foul language back at him.

Malone - Classic Borst, he’s going to retire himself by jumping off the scaffold, all the while cursing out Burton!

Borst seems poised to jump as he has reached as far as he can get. It’s a long way down, and if he’s going to jump, let’s hope he knows what the hell he’s doing…

Inmate is pulling himself up to Borst, who is now about 40 feet above the Asylum cage!

Malone - Retirement or not, these guys won’t even be able to walk even if they fall from this height!

JPP - Oui, even Shane-o-Mac needed padding for a jump like zis! All these two have is crumby old tables!

This is nuts. Inmate is punching at Borsts feet.

Malone - Inmate can’t win like this. This would be Borst’s ultimate humiliation of the Burtons, having to retire himself, because they could not get the job done!

JPP - Oui, isn’t it genius!

Malone - No, it’s sick. Sick head games… that’s all it is!

Borst looks poised to jump as he seems to be steadying himself with the chain support. Borst kicks Inmate, catching him in the face, causing him to fall back to the scaffold. Borst raises his arm and the crowd go silent.

Malone - He's gonna jump!

...

Malone - I should've known. He's just given everyone the two finger salute, and is laughing as he climbs down!

Borst eventually gets down and kicks Inmate in the gut as he reaches the platform below. Borst turns to his bag of tricks that is yet to be opened, and pulls out a brick!

Suddenly, he launches it at Inmate, but Inmate ducks the brick, and it sails into the crowd. Moments later, a scream is heard, to which Borst just smiles. Inmate runs at Borst suddenly, but Borst side steps the spear attempt and smacks Inmate face first onto the scaffold!

Malone - Borst has the shiteball stick!

Borst holds the stick in his hand and looks at it for a moment, before motioning to punch it slowly.

JPP - Ohhhh ho ho.

Borst tosses the shiteball stick to Inmate!

WHACK!

CRACK!

Borst punches the stick into Tylers face! It snaps in two and falls to the scaffold, as does Inmate! Borst stand still for a moment as the fans scream "FUCKHEAD!" and he holds his right hand loosely, as blood drips from it. He pulls a big splinter out of his finger, and suddenly screams "FUCK!"

Malone - Borst is on fire! Borst could win this thing!

The scaffold is looking slightly unsteady. Borst notices this when he takes a step over to one side of the scaffold, feeling it lean. He freezes for a moment, before stepping back over to the other side and looking at one of the rope supports.

Malone - What's Borst going to do now? He could just throw Tyler off!

Borst looks around for a moment before spying the broken shiteball stick lying on the scaffold. He grins sadisticly as he wipes some blood from his face, and then begins to hack away at the rope!

Malone - NO! He's crazy!

JPP - Naaaaaaa. He iz gonna even up ze weight! One less support on ze other side!

Malone - Oh.

Borst manages to cut through the rope eventually, and has about six foot's worth of rope to play with. One end free, and the other end bolted to the scaffold.

Borst wanders towards the KO'd Inmate, and ties the rope around Inmate's foot!

Malone - Oh my...

Borst begins to roll Inmate towards the side of the scaffold, but Inmate suddenly realises what's going on, and smacks Borst in the mouth.

Malone - Phew. That could have been nasty.

JPP - D'oh!

Malone - What are you? Homer Simpson or something?

JPP - Sheesh. Don't have a cow man!

Inmate is back on his feet, and quickly tries to untie the rope from around his ankle, but Borst takes him down before he has a chance. Inmate pushes Borst off, and the pair get up. Inmate bends down to try and untie the rope once more, but see's Borst charging at him.

Clothesline from Yankland!

NO!

Inmate ducks! Inmate with a clothesline of his own!

NO!

Borst ducks!

Clothesline from Yankland!

DUCKED!

Clothesline!

DUCKED!

Clothesline from Yankland!

DUCKED!

Clothesline!

DUCKED!

Clothesline from Yankland!

CONNECTS!

Inmate flies backwards, and OFF the scaffold!

Malone - GOOD GOD! HE'S DANGLING FROM THE SCAFFOLD! BY HIS FOOT!

JPP - Hmmm... that looks sore.

Borst falls back and lies on the scaffold, trying to catch his breath, as Inmate frantically scrambles away, trying to get himself upright and out of the predicament.

Malone - He's stuck! Nowhere to go but down!

JPP - Hmmm... that's right.

Malone - NOOO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

JPP - Hmmm... no.

Borst is back up, and he has that broken shiteball stick again! He's hacking away at the rope! The fans are roaring, as it's a race against Borst's cutting power for Inmate!

Malone - Inmate has managed to get his foot free! He's climbing the rope!

JPP - Hmmm... he iz! But Borst is cutting ze rope faster zan Inmate can climb!

SNAP!

Malone - The rope has snapped! The rope had snapped! The rope has BROKEN!

JPP - It's over! It's over! Hmmm...

NO!

Inmate had just reached the scaffold! He's holding on to the edge, gripping with all his might! Borst marches towards the hanging Inmate!

Malone - He just stepped on one hand!

JPP - AND THE OTHER!

Malone - But Inmate put the first stepped on hand back on the scaffold, so he's still hanging!

JPP - Borst's jumped!

Malone - He's jumping on both of Inmate's hands at once!

Inmate slides his hands to the side, and Borst's feet miss. Upon landing, he slip and falls backwards, landing hard on the back of his head!

JPP - HAHAHA! Zucking loser!

Malone - Heh...

JPP - He's never gonna win iz he?

Malone - *sigh* No... I was going to say "Borst must be wondering what it'll take to win this match!" but really, he already knows it's nothing.

JPP - Borst must be wondering what it'll take to win zis match!

Malone - Hey!

JPP - He's tried lots and lots of zings! But he is a zucking loser! HAHAHA!

Malone - Heh...

Inmate manages to pull himself back up, much to the relief of the fans, and he rolls away to the other side of the Asylum, as far from Borst as possible.

The scaffold is swaying slightly, and an eerie hush has fallen over the arena. Borst eventually sits up, rubbing the back of his head, grimacing as he does so. Inmate in on his hands and knees, trying to catch his breath.

Malone - What a match!

JPP - What's zat twinkle in ze eye of Borst?

Malone - Blood.

JPP - Oh... OK.

But Borst did have something on his mind. As soon as Inmate gets to his feet, Borst executes a snap suplex, followed by a leg drop!

Malone - What the... that's wrestling.

Borst slides around and pulls Inmate up quickly, scoop slamming him!

JPP - Hmmm... Borst iz indeed a zucking loser. He realised he canny beat Inmate, so he's resorting to dirty tactics.

Malone - Oh contraire my French friend. This may be the smartest thing he's ever done in his life.

JPP - Ehhhhh?

Malone - Borst can wrestle... he's got the talent. And now that he's laid the other ghosts to rest, in the form of 21W, CWL and fWo - all top wrestling promotions, he's ready to lay this last ghost to rest.

JPP - Oooooooh. Jeff Burton, Mr Ruin Borst's Wrestling Career And Life.

Malone - That's how important this is folks. Borst is doing something he vowed he'd never do again... he's using *wrestling* moves.

JPP - Pretty darn well too Malone! Great arm drag!

Borst locks Inmate in a arm lock, before pulling him up and hitting a Russian legsweep. The impact from both men hitting the scaffold causes it to sway immensely, and both men lay motionless for a moment.

Malone - I've never seen Borst dominate like this before!

Move after move, Borst kept taking Inmate down. Powerslams, suplexes, leg drops, clotheslines, arm locks... he was doing them all. Inmate couldn't get a chance to think. Suddenly, Borst launches Inmate towards the edge of the scaffold, and he so nearly falls, but Inmate puts on the breaks at the last minute and scrambles away from the edge.

Borst curses loudly and buries his head in his hands.

Malone - He's lost it... his last resort hasn't worked.

JPP - Zucking loser.

Inmate is on his hands and knees, and crawls towards Borst slowly. Borst looks at him for a moment, before turning and wandering towards his sack that had contained the shiteball stick and brick.

Malone - What's he gonna suffocate Inmate or something now?

Suddenly, screams are heard from all over the arena as Borst whips something out of the bag and shouts "FREEZE!" at Inmate!

Inmate dives to the side, but all that Borst was pointing at him with turns out to be his fingers in gun shape. Borst flings his body towards Inmate's, and both collide in mid air with immense force, as Borst hits the biggest clothesline you'll ever see in your life!

Malone - OH MY GOD!

JPP - That's not from Yankland! THAT'S FROM SOMEWHERE WORSE! - - - THAT'S FROM YANKLAND!

Both bodies crash to the scaffold with amazing force, rocking the scaffold. Borst is up quickly, and he scrambles over to his sack and pulls something out again, shouting "FREEZE!" suddenly.

Malone - OH MY GOD!

JPP - WHAT THE ZUCK! HE'S NOT JOKING ZIS TIME!

Malone - IT”S A GUN!

The crowd doesn’t seem to worried, in fact, a lot of them cheer…

BANG!

Malone - HOLY SHIT HE’S FIRING!

Borst just shot into the crowd, some of who are now screaming and hurrying for the exits! Inmate had just got up to his knees, and see's Borst pointing a gun at him!

Malone - BORST IS GONNA SHOT HIM!!!

JPP -Yeah but…. IS IT REAL!

Malone - THIS IS NO TIME FOR JOKES!

Tyler yells at Borst.

Borst- SHUT UP!

BANG! Borst points towards the audience and fires!

Borst- I’M NOT A LOSER!!!! IT'S TIME TO END THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL!

It’s to late for Borst, he lost his chance to shot Tyler, as Tyler attacked him. The pair roll around the scaffold for a while, and several shots go off in the midst of the action.

Malone - I can’t believe this! Look at the commotion in the audience… I think Borst shot someone!

Everyone in the audience is screaming and yelling as they rush to get out of the place. Another shot goes off. A deafening yell is heard from the scaffold. Another shot… this time not so much of a yell… but still a yell.

Malone - Oh Jesus! They just fell!

Both guys just came crashing down onto the tables…

Who yelled?

Did anyone get shot?

Malone - Oh Jesus, oh Jesus. Someone’s leaving here on a stretcher…

JPP - What just happened?

Not one motion is seen in the crushed tables. Blood is everywhere though. The camera focuses in to see both men laying tangled up.

JPP - Tyler has the gun! Tyler is holding the gun.

Malone - He’s not holding it… but it’s damn close to his hand!

No one moves for minutes, as the EMTs some out and try to make some sense of the wreckage.

JPP - Iz one of them shot? Go see who got shot!

Malone - By the looks of it, they both got shot… just look at the blood!
EMTs are everywhere. Around the ring, in the crowd, and there are screams heard all over the place.

Malone - This is mad! Get the show off air! Get it off now!

JPP - Who won?! Who hit first?!

Malone - Who cares?! Stop the show! Stop it!

JPP - Borst hit first didn't he! He did!

Malone - SHUT UP! GET THE SHOW OFF-

CHING!

CHING!

CHING!

Malone - LOOK OUT!

The scaffold had been swinging precariously for quite some, and the three remaining chains holding the platform up SNAP! The scaffold falls!

CRASH!!!

The platform lands on the ring below with a huge crash, shattering the tables causing pieces of the debris to fly all over the place!

JPP - FUCK ME.

Malone - FUCK YOU!

JPP - NO. FUCK ME.

Malone - I have never seen anything like that in my life!

The platform on top of the wreckage, including Borst, Inmate, several EMT's, several officials... and a gun.

Malone - Get the fucking show off! NOW!

JPP - Oooooooh dear. SOMEBODY'S in trouble.