the Asylum

the Asylum | Events | New Era
Saturday 28th April 2001

America West Arena, Pheonix, Arizona
May 6th 2001

Opening

The first Sunday show since an extremely eventful “New Era” pay per view was to be a night savoured by all, Nicodemus was once again the Extreme champion, Pete Borst was basking in the ignorant glory of getting his long held secret off his shoulders, much to the dismay of the Inmate, Tyler Burton, and one man sat at his desk, hardly able to walk, and suffering from a severe concussion, most would tell you he was unlucky, aside from his self, for last week, he had relatively nothing, but now…now he had it all.

Checkmate.

He sat in a plush leather chair, one badly damaged ankle resting up on the desk before him, head relaxing on his hands, he peered out of a window which overlooked the America West arena, the crowd were roaring, with moments left before the beginning of the show. There was something different in the air, New Era, truly lived up to its meaning, as things felt fresh and new around the place.

“Finally all mine again, all that blood, all that sweat, and…nah…no fucking tears from me, but yeah…they said it wouldn’t feel any different, “Why do all that fighting for a measly 50%?” they said, well I’ll tell you why, im looking across this arena now, knowing that everything before me is in my hands, no, I don’t mean what I can see out there, now….I mean, everything before me, weeks, months…who knows, years…and I can make it an easy right for myself. Oh, and a nightmare for someone else of course, but why would I want to do that?”

Joe chuckled at his remark, before leaning forward and moving a piece on a chess table before him.

“But all jokes aside, Graphic Violence, hell…I know you well enough, so Stevie, you know, that its just a matter of time before I cook something up, and the fact that your left back at square one, pisses you off a lot, I bet…I mean, what really can you do? Attack me, we’ve already established that I can put up a fight, steal my wife? Lets not even go into why that wouldn’t work, unless of course you like hospital visits, and of course…take my company? Not-a-chance. See Stevie, unlike last time, and the time before, im not rushing into this with my fists clenched, last Sunday I did what I had to do, love me or hate me for it, I did the necessary, but you see, lets just look at the bigger picture shall we, because all of this talk of “battles and wars” is getting a little redundant in my opinion.”

Joe once again leaned forward to move a chess piece on the table.

“You see Steve, your talking as though, the fight at New Era was the end of some king of age old war, and I must stress the term; end. Because, what you don’t seem to understand, is that when you shoved me into a coma, and stole my wife, that wiped all previous efforts clean, took things back to ground zero, so therefore my man, New Era?….New Era was just phase one of MY plan completed. That’s right Steve, my plan. My plan that you know nothing about, my plan that until this very ramble, you didn’t even comprehend, and my plan, that will slowly see me move my pawns into position, one at a time. And then Steve?…..then…..

Joe moved a piece on the board once move, before leaning back and smiling.

“Checkmate.” And with that, the camera’s moved to the arena, where Kenny Rock was already ranting!

A winner?

"I WON! I WON!"

"Yes, at New Era, I won the match all by myself. I wrestled the match like a true wrestler should and nobody in the Asylum appreciates me for it. Adam Manson has left me to whore around with the newbies, Chris Credible has a new best friend in the magic 8-ball so where does that leave Kenny Rock? In a shithole full of crap? No. It leaves Kenny Rock in a shithole with a TV title."

At the mere mention of his name, the monster Adam Manson steps out through the entrance way, standing atop the ramp and glaring at his former partner. Rock continues...

"In case you havent noticed, the Asylum is crap. Its a shit fed. Its overrated and the only fans they have are Kenny Rock fans. Nobody cares about the World Title. Its been whored around like Just Sanes delinquent godson."

"The UK title in itself is a piece of crap. I mean, its from the UK! Everybody knows that there isnt anything good in the UK. For goshs sake, theyre currency is squid: the most disgusting thing in the world. So it doesnt matter who has it right now. I dont really give a damn who it is and neither do you."

"New Extreme? Nuff said. I dont care about it, you dont care about it, and your momma thinks its cool because its new and hip. The only thing your momma needs is a hip to replace the cardboard one she uses now to support her aching spine. Thats right, I said it OLD LADIES SUCK TOO!" "What is New Extreme anyway? The Asylum is blowhole city as it is, so Mr. Joe look-at-me-and-laugh-at-my-orangutan-like-facial-features Campbell, with a urine sample of a brain figures, Hmm wouldnt it be cool to have an Extreme title in this extreme federation I bought with my mothers pocket lint?"

"No it wouldnt be cool Joe. That would be about as cool as Adam Manson sticking a fungus-infected spork in my back."

The fans in attendance cheer, much to Kenny Rocks dismay. Manson's lip curls upward in a twisted sneer, and slowly makes his way to the ring. Kenny looks right at him, but continues his speech.

"Let me explain something to you fans. You like me. Youve always liked me. In fact, you all love me. And thats the reason why you throw darts at my picture at night. Because you love me. Face the facts people. No ones more entertaining than I am. I NEVER back out of a match. I NEVER cheat to win. Im your stereotypical hero but as of today, I couldnt care less."

"I have brought glory to this federation of mongrels and gremlins and yet, you pieces of crap still have the audacity to boo me. Why? I have done so much for all of you! You know why? Because youre all ingrates. You dont really care about me. And theres a reason for that! The reason for you people not caring is because all of you are too stupid to acknowledge my greatness with cheers and applause."

"But none of you are as stupid as Just Sane. I schooled you and that Matrix-loving hippie of a partner you had. I could have taken both of you on at the same time. And I did! Adam Manson was nowhere to be found. He didnt help me at all. I was the better man that night. I was better than all of you. And I always will be. Remember, it was I that got the pinfall. Not Manson. He rode my coattails for a month. And so did you. So did Evolution. I was the star of the show and I always will be just that. If I were to just ignore you, Id bet that youd be out of jobs within a months time. Why? Because all of you are talentless, just like the rest of the Asylum roster Just like these adoring fans of mine. Pieces of crap you are!"

As Kenny speaks those last words, Manson steps over the four-foot cage surrounding the Asylum. Kenny Rock and Adam Manson standing nose to, well, chest... Words are exchanged, and the Sanity Assassin turns around, looking ready to leave. Nope. As soon as Manson's back is turned, Kenny blasts him in the side of the head with the microphone. Bad idea, Kenny. The blow didn't even faze the big man. Manson turns to Kenny and backs up a couple steps... Just as the Insane Wonder runs out from the crowd! Wonder climbs the mesh behind Kenny's back and dives forward, clipping Kenny's knee with a chop block off the cage. You can almost hear the kneecap shatter as Kenny Rock's knee buckles and folds beneath him, and at the same time Wonder's move connects, Manson blasts Kenny in the face with what has to be the HARDEST Yakuza kick ever delivered! Kenny Rock literally does a complete flip in mid-air from the impact of both moves combined, landing in a heap on the mat. Payback. Manson and Wonder exchange a look, then the big man raises his huge hand in the air. After doing a little Ric Flair-esque strut, Wonder leaps up and slaps Manson's hand. The two men spit down at the fallen Kenny Rock, before disappearing into the crowd.

After recovering from the brutal double-team, Kenny Rock is then escorted out of the building with mass security. He gets into his sleek black BMW M3 and drives off as he pushes a button. A button that would change the lives of all in attendance that day, including the wrestlers backstage and the Asylum personnel. That button he pushed redirected the air conditioning system to spray liquid shit out of all of its ducts at incredibly high pressures. Kenny Rock got his revenge on the fans and the Asylum but at what expense?

Ash Vs Insane Wonder

“Sugar” by System of a down playing throughout the arena, and after a slight pause of confusion amongst the fans, Insane Wonder emerging from behind the curtain, instantly recognised as Manson and Kenny Rock’s accomplice at New Era, he was showered by boo’s as he made his way down to the ring, he stepped in, but the boo’s suddenly changed to cheers, “Dig” By Mudvayne played through the arena, and another Asylum debutant, Ash, wandered through the curtain, the massive response however may not all have been directed at him, but more at the utilities accompanying him, whilst draining a 40oz and smashing it across his head, the blood began to pour, this without him even reaching the Asylum, he flicked the but of a cigarette to the ground, and raised above his head a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat, this however was not all, pushed before him was a trolley of sorts, with a ladder, table, chair, and even a television set, amongst several other items, he began his march to the Asylum, reaching it and tossing the chair over and in, a nervous looking Insane Wonder took a step back, the chair crashing down close to him, Ash meanwhile pressed the ladder over his head, but…was met by a shock.

CRACK!

The crowd winced, Insane Wonder slamming the chair down into the ladder, which inevitably slammed down into the skull of Ash, Ask crumpled under the ladder, which then fell across him, as Ask tried to stand, Wonder leapt from the rim of the Asylum, swinging the chair and again cracking it into the ladder! This cannoned into Ask once more, who finally struggled free, only for the chair to cannon against his head, this however seemed to bring a fit of rage out of Ash, who shrugged off the blow, first low blowing Wonder, before snatching the chair from him, and cracking it against his skull, sandwiching his head between chair and mesh, both men were now bleeding, Wonder stumbling back up and into the Asylum in an escape attempt, something painful was around the corner however, as Ash threw the ladder, which smashed down across the back of Wonder, this bought Ash some time, and he took it, next hurling the table into the Asylum, then the barbed wire bat, followed closely by a few 40oz’ers, and then, in a short bout of bad temper, the entire trolley flew in, with it contents spilling across the Asylum, as Ash clambered into the Asylum, Wonder struck again, this time dropkicking Ash’s knee into the mesh, the momentum of the blow caused Ash to fall into the Asylum, with the bout finally beginning, Wonder was quick to strike once more, plastering Ash across the knee with a swift strike of a trash can, Ash fell back, with Wonder placing the can across the knee of Ash, and setting the chair up, one measured run up later, Wonder vaulted off the chair, flying through the air with a dropkick, “Ohhhhhhh!” the crowd resounded, as Ash slipped out of the way, Wonder flying legs first into the trashcan and mesh! Ash now got to his feet, lifting up the T.V. set which sent a buzz of anticipation through the arena, he propped it screen upwards, before lifting Wonder by his hair, and delivering several knee’s to his face, standing on the chair, Ash lifted Wonder through the air, leaping sideways off the chair, and Piledrivering his skull through the T.V. screen! “Holy shit, Holy shit, Holy shit!” was the much anticipated crowd chant, the the sound of the glass shattering echoed through the arena, Ash rolled off, grabbing a 40oz, and opening it, downing it in celebration, the crowd however were gasping in amazement, as Ash turned, to see Wonder stumbling around like a headless chicken, the TV case still around his head!, Ash shook his head at this, grabbing the ladder, and draping it over his own shoulder, taking a full length of the Asylum run up, he smashed the top of the ladder into the TV set around Wonder’s head! The TV case shattered, as Wonder flew to the mat, motionless, this prompted Ash to set up the ladder, and begin his ascent, as Ash reached half way, the crowd began to boo, oblivious to this, Ash continued the climb, however, something was coming down the isle, that he’d have done better to spot.

The “Sanity Assassin” Adam Manson.

Manson stalked slowly down to the Asylum, just as Ash reacher the top of the ladder, Manson clambered in, and took place at the bottom of the ladder, doing something which, despite the crowd’s hate for him, sent them into a wild frenzy.

He lifted the ladder.

He lifted the ladder, with Ash on top, onto his shoulders, Ash now began to sway precariously, as Manson wandered left and right, a full ladder and Ash up on his shoulders, Ash tried to steady himself, but in one swift blow, he was incapacitated. An electric chair drop, of massive proportions! “Holy shit, Holy shit, Holy shit!” was echoing through the arena again, Ash falling from the top of the ladder, plus the height of Manson, flat onto his face on the canvas, Wonder, heavily bleeding, now got to his feet, spotting Manson, he grinned, taking a pack of ketcup? From his kneepad, and ripping it open, pouring and smearing the contents into the already bloodied face and eyes of Ash! The crowd grimaced at the sight, Manson now devising a plan, Manson took the chair, steadying it, folded out, he then set up the ladder, Wonder now crouching over Ash, pummelling him, Manson made the crowd in attendance gasp again, now scaling the ladder, and reaching the top, smiling insanely, as Wonder grabbed Ash by the arms, Manson leapt from the ladder, catching Ash with “In Deaths Embrace” DDT onto the folded out chair, needless to say, the “Holy shit” chant way once again echoing through the arena, the chair almost crushed flat, and Ash comatose on the mat, it seemed however that Wonder and Manson weren’t finished, with Wonder now setting a table, half propped against the mesh, he lifted a dazed Ash, who swayed, whilst Manson and Wonder plotted, Wonder came from behind, whilst Manson gained a deadly head of steam, simultaneously, Wonder caught Ash with a chop block, elevating him into a running Yakuza kick from Manson, which sent him hurtling through the table at high speed! Ash lay, completely motionless, with that. Manson and Insane Wonder looked to the crowd, then at each other, before tapping their fists to their hearts, and pointing to the sky, clearly in respect, it was a tribute to Ed Wilson, who sadly passed away earlier in the week, Manson and Insane Wonder left silently, but once, maybe just on this occasion they left to the cheers of the crowd.

Fucking Brilliant.

Pete Borst is shown entering the arena. He strolls in from the parking lot, followed by Zoe, who's carrying about five bags, most of which Pete's. Suddenly, reporter Eddie Francis approaches Borst with a mic in hand.

"Mr Borst! We've just heard that your opponent for tonight's show, Silence, isn't going to show up, and the match has been cancelled."

Borst looks at Francis and sighs.

"So that's another half an hour's worth of air time I'm gonna have to waste then. Fucking brilliant."

Fucking Brilliant.

The door of the "lounge area" backstage in the America West Arena violently swung open and banged loudly against the wall as Nicodemus entered the empty room, carrying a gym bag and the Extreme title. The big screen TV in the corner was turned off, and Nico walked past it, dropping his bag title on a table in front of a couch. Smiling, he drifted over to a refrigerator, opened, and pulled out a water bottle. Without warning, the room went black.

"What the-"

Before Nicodemus could finish his sentence, the TV in the corner flickered on. The light gleemed off his broad figure, and Nico became interested in the television, which now was showing a clip of his interview earlier in the week, taking place in the doctor's office. The interview was already in progress, and the volume of the TV was blaring. Nico curiously watched himself...

"Deicide on the other hand well he is already a loser and after being beaten by another FWO tosser Chris titan he thinks that makes him hardcore. Getting his ass kicked by everyone in the Asylum could definitely make the guy tough but apparently at the same time it has killed quite a few of his brain cells."

A different camera angle of Nicodemus is now shown as he scratches his chin, adding to his confused expression. A shadow can now be seen slowly stalking up behind Nicodemus in the scarce light. The figure comes into view, and Deicide smiles.

He steps back, and before Nicodemus can turn around, swings his baseball bat at Nico's spine. The blow hurls Nico foward, face first into the big screen TV. The glass shatters, and after a moment, Nico's body falls limp. Deicide grabs his bloody victim by the hair on the back of his head as he pushes the bat against his throat.

"Why must you say such stupid things? Everyone's gotta pay their dues, bitch. Too bad it's your turn. I'm going to eat you alive." Deicide says into the ear of the unconcious champion. Proud of his mess, Deicide grins ear to ear as he takes the tape out of the VCR. The light in the room flicks on, and Chris Credible stands at the door in awe. After looking at the results of the sneak assault, Credible shakes his head and looks at Deicide.

"DUDE! You are SO dead when he gets up!"

Deicide pushes his way through the door and manages to mumble, "Suck a dick."

Extreme Title, *1 Contender
Deicide Vs Chaos

Naglfar’s “Enslave the astral fortress” blasted through the arena, as the crowd rose to their feet to boo Deicide, who made his way down the isle, still clutching a bat used seconds ago to do his dirty work! The boo’s continued as the music of another debutant; Chaos. Played, “Devils Dance” by Metallica played, and Chaos got the exact opposite response to that of Deicide, cheers came his way, as he came slowly and methodically through the curtain, looking coldly towards Deicide, who spat at the sight of him, Chaos suddenly picked up pace, striding down to the Asylum, before tossing a chair into the structure, followed by a table, and then, to the crowd’s delight, Chaos unhooked a piece of guard rail, sliding that over too! Chaos clambered the steps, but was instantly met by Deicide, drilling him across the top of the head with a glancing bat strike, Chaos swayed back, and as he swayed forward, was caught by Deicide, who suplexed him over and into the Asylum! Deicide was relentless in his early onslaught, taking the bat and methodically prising apart Chaos with strikes, Deicide smashed Chaos across the bat with a sickening thud, which brought the crowd to their feet, booing him intensely, this however was the only distraction Chaos required, low blowing Deicide, before snatching the bat from him, and crotching him with it! Deicide fell to his knees, Chaos now reaching for the nearbye chair, and extracting some revenge, cracking it down into the spine of Deicide! The crowd roared, as Chaos drew back, slamming the chair down into Deicide again, and again! Chaos lifted Deicide by the hair, but was met by a low blow, Deicide lashed out, low blowing Chaos for a second time, before tripping him by the feet, and attempting to lock in the Deicide deathlock! Chaos struggled intensely, by found some time, gouging Deicide in the eyes, Chaos reached the chair, and in one swift swing, and the cracking of metal, Deicide was flat out, and Chaos was free! Chaos rolled over, getting to his feet, and with it, pulling the guardrail into the air, and over his head, Deicide rolled up, to be greeted by Chaos, charging at him with the guard rail, Deicide made a quick evasive roll, and Chaos could only drive the rail into the mesh, bringing it to and abrupt stop, but allowing his momentum to smash his neck across it! Chaos fell, the rail falling atop of him, as Deicide folded up the chair and honed in, an evil grin cascading across his face, the brutality had truly begun, six or seven swings later, Deicide slammed down the chair, Chaos now laying flat out under the guard rail, Deicide took the rail, and slammed it down beside Chaos, before measuring a run up, and kneeing him in the face! The blood of chaos spurted across the ring, as Deicide stepped back, running again, straight into a guard rail! Somehow, Chaos managed to lift it into the path of the running Deicide, sending him headfirst into it! Chaos rolled over, now leaning the rail horizontally against the rim of the Asylum, he opened up the chair and sat it across from it, before taking Deicide, and whipping him to the opposite side of the Asylum! Deicide’s back crashed into the rim, propelling him forward, Chaos maintained the momentum, throwing Deicide into the guardrail, and running, vaulting off the chair at Deicide, who lay across the rail, Chaos MISSED! CRACK! Chaos hit the rail at high speed, bouncing off it viciously and hammering his head against the chair on the way back! Deicide began to set the table but something else had the crowd roaring!

Nicodemus!

Nicodemus has made his way silently down to the Asylum, standing, heavily bleeding yet smiling, behind Deicide, who unwarily set the table, Deicide turned, and with it, and utter look of shock came across his face, too late however, as he was lifted into the air, and dropped throught the table with Nicodemus’ Armageddon! Deicide lay still in the table’s wreckage, as Chaos got to his feet, seeing Nico, and believeing he was under attack, he sprung, cracking a chair across the skull of Nico! Chaos slung down the chair, and leapt to the rim of the Asylum, leaping off the Asylum and catching Nico with “Chaos Effect” a Tornado Evenflow DDT!

Well, not quite.

Chaos leapt, but underestimated the power of Nico, who used the momentum to further propel Chaos through the air, out of the Asylum, and through the announce table! Both Nico went for Deicide, who managed to scramble out of the Asylum and up the isle, and as Nico turned to look for Chaos.

Chaos was gone.

Helper?

Hypnosis is walking down the corridor, and is about to turn round the corner when Impetigo turns round it and the two bump into each other. Motionless. The two stare each other in the eyes, through the dirt and grease of Impetigo and the cool exterior of Hypnosis one emotion is burning strongly inside, but it’s not hatred. Sure Hypnosis hated Impetigo and Impetigo hated Hypnosis, but this new emotion was respect. They had beaten the hell out of each other and both live to tell the tale.

CRASH!

A guy runs round the corner and flattens Impetigo with Hypnosis’ barbwire ladder. The guy continues to run, his long black hair shielding his identity, and Hypnosis realises this is his chance to find out his mystery helper’s true identity.

Synn Vs Troy Cruz

As “Last Time” by Fuel played throughout the packed out America West arena in Pheonix, Arizona. The crowd in attendance erupted at the sight of Troy Cruz pushing the curtain aside and walking down the isle, deep in the back of every fans mind however, was not so much the match ahead, but the occurances at last weeks Pay Per View, more importantly, the crowd were expecting to see Chris Titan in some shape or form on tonights show, Synn, Cruz’ opponent, had made his appearance at the pay per view, spoiling what was rapidly becoming a great night for Chris Titan, seconds after a hard fought match with Deicide, Titan fell victim of a vicious attack via Synn, who left Titan out cold in the center of the ring, “”FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!", the opening scream’s of Marilyn Manson’s “The fight song” echoed through the arena, and this was the crowd’s instant prompt to explode with hateful boo’s, as Synn stepped through the curtain, looking across the arena at the halo of abuse coming his way, and arrogantly extending his arms into a slow and elaborate crucifix pose, however, as Synn’s cold eyes focused on Cruz in the ring, and as he began his march down to the Asylum, something happened which send the crowd into fever pich, in one explosion of screams and cheers.

Chris Titan’s face appeared on the big screen behind Synn.

To be more precise, Chris Titan’s “grinning” face appeared, Titan wore a mile wide smile, the crowd roaring with joy, Synn caught onto this, somewhat confused as to why the crowd had suddenly switched from intense boo’s to huge cheers, he turned his head to look at what the crowd were cheering at.

He saw a black screen.

The crowd however were once again roaring, Titan’s face disappearing from the screen exactly as Synn turned to look, Synn however remained confused, but knew something had happened, he turned the element of confusion into rage, stepping into the Asylum, and attacking Cruz to such an extent that the crowd were soon back to booing intensely, Synn instantly flooring Cruz with a solid kick below the belt, followed by a knee to the face that caused Cruz’ nose to explode in a shower of blood, the boo’s continued as Synn levelled Cruz with a solid kick to the back of the skull, as Cruz hit the mat, Synn was to do something which was going to occur several more time’s in the duration of this bout.

He looked to the top of the ramp, pausing for a moment, and almost expecting Titan to surge through the curtain at any moment, however, nothing happened, clearly infuriating Synn, who turned to see Cruz slowly getting to his feet, Synn ran at Cruz, only to be levelled with a stiff right hand, Synn recomposed himself, getting to his feet, but finding himself victim of a hard kick to the ribs, and a DDT as he doubled over, Cruz stepped towards him, but was met by a low blow, and another, and another, and another! Cruz almost passed out, but on the way down was caught by a thumb to the eye from Synn, sending him reeling back, the crowd now booing Synn with a passion.

Synn once again looked to the top of the ramp.

Nothing happened, so Synn walked again towards the slumped Cruz, this time kicking him in the face, once, twice, thrice. Synn kicked and kicked at Cruz, who’s head continuously cannoned against the mesh, Synn turned again, flicking his hair out of his eyes and gazing to the top of the ramp, he turned, racing towards Cruz, and kneeing him in the head, with a resounding “Oooh!” from the crowd, followed by more boo’s, Synn spitting at the downed Cruz! Synn once again looked to the top of the isle at the motionless curtain, before lifting Cruz up and dropping him with “Destruction!”, a double underhook Dominator, into a underhook face plant, Cruz lay motionless, face down, with Synn again looking with anticipation to the top of the isle, when nothing happened, he lifted Cruz again, this time laying him out with a gutwrench piledriver.

Another gaze up the isle resulted in nothing, Synn was finished with waiting, picking up Cruz, kneeing him below the belt, and dropping him with “Hell Bound”, a 180 degree spinning brainbusted, Cruz’s head smashed into the mat awkwardly, as Synn remained sitting, with the referee counting a mandatory 10 count! Synn was victorious, as “The fight song” By Marilyn Manson played, he once again looked with expectance to the top of the isle, before turning and attacking the downed Cruz, locking him into the rings of Saturn!

Mind Games?

The drumbeats began!

The crowd exploded, “Down with the sickness” by Disturbed had started up, Synn released Cruz, before crouching in a “ready” stance, for the first time in the bout, Synn was smiling, looking up the isle, as the drums ended, and the guitars began, a huge explosion went off at the top of the isle, with the crowd now reaching fever point, however, when the smoke slowly settled, something was amiss.

Chris Titan.

Nothing, the music went on, and the curtain remained still, Synn’s evil grin turned once again into a terrorising scowl, he kicked at the mesh repeatedly, before jumping out of the Asylum and walking furiously up the isle.

Synn would have to wait.

Revealed

Hypnosis has been chasing his helper and has run him around the arena, there’s only one place left to run. Main stage. The mysterious helper runs out and into the Asylum cell before flicking his hair back revealing his identity.

Chaos.

Hypnosis stops just outside the cell with a look of confusion over his face. Hypnosis grabs a mic from the ring announcer.

Hypnosis: Chaos? You’ve been the one fucking around in my business? Making me look like a bitch that needs help to get wins. I don’t need your charity like the people here in.

Chaos waits for the loud boo’s for Hypnosis to die down before giving him his response.

Chaos: You know, Hypnosis, I've watched you for quite a long time. I've watched you come into this cell night in and night out and do only one thing. Make people hurt. You would come into this cell, and you would make it your goal to bring pain to the person, or persons who you had to fight in this structure...and for that, I admired you. Admired your disregard of personal safety and health, the bloodlust that lies within those eyes of yours. So, I started to make myself known to you, and to people in the Asylum. For people that know me, they know what it is I do and how I do it. I don’t go in to win, I go in to make people bleed and to make people hurt. I play mind games, like I did with you...but I did them, to help you. Hypnosis, you and I are quite the same...so Hypnosis...I offer you this...

Chaos extends his hand for some kind of bond to be made. Will Hypnosis accept it? He jumps into the Asylum and walks up to Chaos, staring him dead in the eye, through his sunglasses, his protection from the world’s harsh reality. The crowd begin to cheer as Hypnosis puts his hand up slowly. Hypnosis has come back to the fans; he’s one of their people again. Hypnosis grabs Chaos’ hand. It’s done.

Kick to the gut.

Hypnosis lifts Chaos up into a powerbomb position, but necks him over the cell wall, a move he calls the “Slam Dunk”. Hypnosis looks out over the sea of fans, all booing and swearing at Hypnosis, who shows no emotion at all, as he walks out of the cell and back out of the main arena. He had finally found out who his helper was, and today was the start of a lot of pain for chaos, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it!

Amusements.

To the tune of absolutely no music, and instead just some of the loudest boos you'll ever hear, Pete Borst makes his way down the aisle with his wife Zoe Borst following behind. He climbs into the ring and takes the mic, and waits for the boos to die down.

Realising that they're not going to, he just begins to talk regardless.

"Yet again, I am left with fuck all to do with a half an hour slot on the Sunday Show. so I figure I'll just stand here for a while doing nothing, because, well, there's nothing to do. Inmate is in the hospital trying to sober up and nursing an injured knee, as well as his valet the Nurse trying to arrange an appointment with a shrink for him, so there's pretty much nothing to do on the torturing Inmate front.

Ah wait. I've got an idea. Bloke who operates the big screen, put on a clip of New Era. You know, the bit when I beat The Don."

Sure enough, the clip of Pete Borst clotheslining The Don out of the Asylum is shown.

"Now show the clip of me beating Ric Chronos."

Borst smacking Chronos with the Clothesline from Yankland plays on the screen and Borst nods slowly.

"Thanks. Those were some cool moments."

Silence. No, not Borst's originally scheduled opponent, but that's what fills the arena. Borst just stands in the ring for a few minutes, not saying a word, and the fans just look on wondering what's going on.

"Oh, play that clip from a couple of months back, when Inmate gets a shiteball stick smacked on his knee and loses the Asylum Championship."

The clip is played, as Borst turns his back on Inmate, ending their 'friendship' which we now know was just part of Borst's plan, and costing Inmate the Asylum Championship.

"Now play Inmate's reaction when he heard that big announcement. That was fucking funny."

The fans begin to boo as a clip of Inmate almost being brought to tears appears on the screen.

"And now the one when I throw him into his car."

Inmate being thrown through the side window of his car is shown on the screen.

"And play a drunk and incoherent Inmate falling down some stairs and dislocating his bad knee."

The footage is played, with Borst pushing Inmate down the stairs, and the sickening sigh of Inmate's knee bend at an awkward angle.

"I fucking rule." Says Borst with a grin on his face. "You see that people? You see that? That is how you wreck a guys mind and body. Torture him mentally, and then beat the shit into him. And that's still nowhere near what he deserves."

The fans boo loudly as Borst paces around the ring.

"I realise I've still got a little bit of explaining to do about matters involving Rico and other stuff, but you'll have to wait for those. Right now I'm working on making my actions speak louder than words, by taking some rather physical action on Inmate. I don't think it's working, but I sure as fuck am enjoying trying to make it work."

"Ah, and there is a point to showing a few highlights of Inmate's torturing. There wasn't much point in the Don and Chronos clips, they were just for my own amusement, but the Inmate clips. They were pretty much there to show how much of a fuckhead Inmate is. I got in the post today, a contract that was signed ages ago entitling Inmate to a match against Pete Borst at any time he wants."

The fans begin to cheer for a moment, but are interrupted by Borst.

"Oi, shut the fuck up. You shouldn't be cheering. Do you honestly think that he's gonna be in any fit state, mentally and physically, to take on me in a few weeks time at the next pay per view? You saw the footage, the fuckhead's as good as useless right now, and he's gonna need more than twenty odd days to be in any sort of state to even step foot in the arena."

Borst shakes his head.

"And apparently, Nurse wants to fight Zoe on the show as well! They're fucking mad. Zoe will tear that slapper apart. Looks like we did a good job though. Thanks to Zoe's chair shot a few week's ago, Nurse is going mad. and as for Inmate, he's completely fucked up if he's challenging me to a fight, live on pay per view in less than a month's time.Look at him."

Inmate's face appears on the screen, with a dazed and confused expression on his face. "He can't think, he can't walk, and there's no way he's going to be able to fight any time soon. Even I have my limits on how far to go with torturing fuckheads."

"It's a good job beating up a defenceless fucked up Canadian isn't anywhere near the limit."

On that note, Borst rips the top off the mic and stamps on it before leaving the ring to the sound of twenty thousand boos, and the show goes to a commercial.

T.V. Title
Kenny Rock(c) Vs Dominator

“Out from Under” By Incubus, and a barrage of abuse, those were the two things that greeted Kenny Rock as he strode through the curtains with his T.V. title around his waist, Kenny had been the T.V. champion for a good while now, quite an achievement for a title that has carried the reputation of changing hands on a regular basis, Kenny however appeared to have found his niche, even coming out of the New Era pay per view as champion, in a match containing Evolution, Adam Manson and of course, Just Sane, credit however was another thing, with Kenny giving the distinct impression that the achievement was done “all by himself” despite a massive assist thanks to Adam Manson, Kenny reached the Asylum and unstrapped the title as “Ice,Ice Baby!” by Vanilla ice played through the arena, and a mat with a cat in hell’s chance of winning, Dominator, strode through the curtain in his usual goofy manor, Dominator, who had recently picked up a string of massive wins, capped it off with a shocking pay per view victory, which see’s him against Kenny tonight, for the T.V. title, he reached the Asylum, tripping onto his face on the way in, and falling victim of a Kenny Rock elbow drop to the back of the head, the match was on! Kenny picked up Dominator, slamming his head against the mesh repeatedly, before whipping him against the opposing mesh, and catching him with a knee to the ribs, and then spinning it directly into a bulldog! Dominator hit the mat hard, as Kenny went for the kill straight away, locking him into a Canadian crossface hold, dominator however did something rather amusing.

He pretended to faint.

Kenny dropped his guard for a second, which was enough for Dominator to poke him in the eye and wriggle free, Dominator was soon down again however, pelted with a solid clothesline, before being lifted to his feet, and snap suplexed back down again! Dominator struggled up, dazed, and swung several lazy blows, all of which missed, before Kenny arrogantly jabbed him in the nose, popping it, and flooring him! Kenny stamped the downed Dominator, much to the crowds displeasure, before mounting the Asylum, and landing a magnificent shooting star press.

Hitting only the mat, unfortunately.

Kenny rammed into the mat, as Dominator moved out of the way, rolling to evade Kenny’s flight, Dominator slowly got to his feet and mounted the mesh himself, leaping off, and actually hitting a somersault senton bomb! This seemed to enrage Kenny more than anything, who rolled across the mat, before low blowing the advancing Dominator, then kicking him low, then hitting him with an inverted atomic drop!, Kenny tried to whip Dominator, but he could barely run, hitting the mesh on the other side, Kenny ran at Dominator, looking to put him to an end.

Back body drop.

New T.V. Champion!

Kenny hit the matting on the outside of the Asylum, as the camera’s zoomed in on his face, the realisation of what just happened setting in, he whipped to his feet, trying to get back into the Asylum, only for referee’s to hold him back, Dominator held the T.V. title high as the show went to commercial! Kenny Rock was shown, throwing a tantrum backstage, after slamming a stack of chairs to the ground, hurling a bin down the corridor, and punching a door, the slammed open the door to Joe’s office.

“Oi shithead, ever heard of knocking?”

“Did you see that!?” Kenny exclaimed.

“What?”

“That…that…” Kenny shuddered.

“Oh, you losing, yeah…too bad eh?” Joe chuckled.

“I DID NOT LOSE!!”

“Erm, whatever squire…so, what do you want, anyway?”

“REMATCH, NOW. I-DID-NOT-LOSE!” Kenny said frantically.

“Yeah, ok…just piss off out of my office you crazy yank, I’ve bigger fish to fry.”

With that, Kenny spun, muttering.

“Asshole”

“Close the fucking door.” Joe finished, as Kenny made a quick exit. No sooner had Kenny left the room, than he had fixed his sights on Dominator, who strutted down the corridor, firing high five’s at crew workers, and fans, shining up his title, he was soon met by Kenny Rock, and a chair.

CRACK!

Kenny plastered Dominator, hitting him across the back with the chair, the T.V. title fell to the floor, as Kenny swung again, this time catching Dominator in the face, a third swing followed, catching Dominator across the top of the head, followed by two more, the referee was now on the scene, as Kenny swung one more time, cracking Dominator’s head between wall and chair. The 10 count was mandatory, as Kenny Rock lifted up the T.V. title, placed it around his waist, and lashed the slightly twitching Dominator with the chair again, before slamming it to the ground.

“It never happened.” Kenny finished, storming down the corridor.

U.K. Title
Archangel(c) Vs Tommy Gunn

Tommy Gunn is obviously in a poor state of health, with a strange look on his face that suggests he's not quite there. ArchAngel on the other hand is looking as sadistic as ever, coming off the back of a big UK Title defence against Inmate, in which he showed that he is without a doubt one of the most sadistic fighters in the Asylum.

The picture changes briefly to show Joey and Joseph Gunn backstage watching on a monitor. Joey says something to Joseph, who laughs for a moment, before we join the action in the ring again. ArchAngel is already stalking his prey, as Tommy Gunn dodges ArchAngel's first couple of attacks, before AA manages to land a hard jab in Tommy Gunn's mid section.

Gunn crouches down and tries to catch his breath quickly, but is knocked down to the mat wth a hard knee lift from ArchAngel. ArchAngel reaches down and grabs Tommy's face, but before he can lock in Vengeance properly, Gunn grabs AA's wrist and rolls away from him, quickly getting back up to his feet.

Tommy Gunn goes for a blatant kick to ArchAngel's shin that connects and knocks ArchAngel to the mat. He scrambles back up to his feet, but Tommy kicks ArchAngel's left leg again knocking him down once more. The classic strategy, taking the leg away from the big man. It seems to be working, because ArchAngel has spent a while on the mat while Tommy Gunn drops his knee on ArchAngels calf several times before elbow dropping his thigh and locking in a basic leg lock.

ArchAngel grimaces for a moment before grabbing Tommy's arm, but Gunn tightens the leg lock and AA loosens his grip. ArchAngel suddenly screams and kicks his legs out with such power that it forces Gunn to release the hold and sends him rolling across the ring.

Tommy Gunn charges at ArchAngel as he's getting back to his feet and goes for a chop block, but ArchAngel side steps it and Tommy Gunn goes head first into the cage. ArchAngel shakes his leg for a moment before smacking his huge forearm across Tommy's back. There's a loud thud on impact that echoes throughout the arena, and as soon as Gunn gets back up to his hands and knees, ArchAngel hits him again with a huge forearm shot.

ArchAngel viciously kicks Gunn before pulling him up and gutwrench suplexing Gunn. The ref gets up to five with the count, before Gunn manages to get to his feet, but he's immediately knocked back down with a huge clothesline. Gunn's weakened physical state is beginning to be more and more apparent with every second, as ArchAngel rams Gunn head first into the cage several times.

Gunn staggers around the ring for a moment before walking into ArchAngel, who grabs his around the throat and throws Gunn's head between his legs and hoists him up for a powerbomb, flipping Gunn around and hitting "Worse than living" on him!

Tommy Gunn, who was obviously not in a decent physical state before the match even begun, looked as if he was down and out. ArchAngel watches Gunn as he slowly attempts to get to his feet, amazingly managing to get up on the nine count! The fans are shocked, but ArchAngel just goes for Vengeance. Gunn ducks under ArchAngel's lunge, and kicks ArchAngel in the mid section before DDT'ing him!

Suddenly, the fans begin to boo as Graphic Violence comes running down the aisle. He pushes the ring announcer off his chair and folds it up before running around to the other side of the cage. ArchAngel is on his feet and is shaking the cobwebs away, while Gunn has managed to pull himself up the cage and is draped over the top of it. GV stands outside the cage in front of Gunn who's leaning over the top of it, and pulls back the chair. As he swings, Gunn sees him and moves, and ArchAngel, who was approaching Gunn from behind, about to lock in Vengeance and finish the match, gets hit on the head with the chair!

ArchAngel manages to stay on his feet and staggers around the ring for a moment before Gunn manages to use all the strength he has left to bundle ArchAngel over the cage and out of the Asylum! GV throws the chair down to the floor in anger and storms off as ArchAngel kicks the security railing in anger. Graphic Violence has just inadvertently cost ArchAngel the UK Title, and as the Sunday Show goes off air, we have a NEW UK Champion in the form of the Scotsman, Tommy Gunn!