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NEW FOUND POWER
The Sunday Show kicks off with Voices by Disturbed playing over the PA system, and the new Asylum Champion, Pete Borst steps out from behind the curtain, accompanied by Double Hard and CaLLouS!
The three make their way down the aisle, the crowd booing them as they do... with Borst dragging the Asylum Championship behind him. Eventually, the trio get to the ring, and Borst takes the mic.
"I've finally got the arm support off!" he says. "The doc said it's all healed now! Fucking brilliant stuff." CaLLouS nudges Borst. "Oh... oh yeah." Borst drops the Asylum Championship and takes a deep breath. "You know... I had a really fucked up dream. I went to sleep in one fucked up state... suicidal, everything had gone wrong. Everything was shit. Fuck knows what I actually dreamt about, but when I woke up, I seemed to know what to do.
"I realised that I shouldn't let you fucking yanks control my emotions. I was scared of being champ... but you're all a bunch of fuckheads, and don't even know the square root of sixty seven point five cubed. So hey, what's there to worry about there?
"There was also the problem of overcoming a couple of little issues. I wouldn't go as far as calling them problems. But they were Inmate and ArchAngel. I did that. I kind of went to sleep, and dreamt about something really weird, can't remember what it is, but when I woke up, I realised that I shouldn't go top myself, that I should treat Zoe better, tackle my problems, and just go win me and Asylum Championship.
"It's so fucking hard to explain. I didn't really understand it, so I figured that since I'm a lazy git, I couldn't be bothered to do it alone. Hence these two blokes here."
Borst points to Double Hard and CaLLouS.
"And that bloke there." he says, as he points to the curtain at the end of the aisle, and Joe Campbell steps out. "He said he'd help me out if I did him a favour or something."
The fans begin to boo loudly, and Borst just smirks. "I went to sleep with all these questions... and when I woke up, there were two answers there for me. And some shrimp who owns the place. Fucking brilliant stuff that. Oh yeah, and the Asylum Championship too. I'm the fucking champion again.
Guinness have even started doing adverts about me. The whole "He is the dreamer. He goes to sleep with questions, and wakes up with answers." thing. People seem to think they did that first, but seeing as it fits so well with this situation... it's now a Pete Borst's phrase.
"Oh, and my name is Pete Borst, and I'm the Asylum Champion. Give us a hug Joe."
"AND HE DID IT ALL BY HIMSELF!" Double Hard adds. Joe begins to wander down the aisle towards the ring, but Double Hard shouts at Joe. "Oi. You. Stay there. You look more powerful up there... or something. Pete probably didn't really want a hug either you know. So stay back there where you look all... powerful."
"Fine." Joe replies. "Well that's quite fitting actually... because this favour Pete has done for me involves power. Kenny, last Saturday, I, like Borst, realised that it's easier to do things if you've got some back up..."
CaLLouS interrupts Joe suddenly. "Shall we go now?"
Borst and Double Hard both nod their heads, and they climb out of the Asylum. Joe looks slightly puzzled and a bit offended. Borst almost leaves the Asylum Championship in the ring, but CaLLouS picks it up for him and hands it to him half way down the aisle. "I bet you feel stupid." Joe says to Borst as he walks past. Borst looks puzzled and glares at Joe.
"No."
Not a whole lot to justify everything that went down on Saturday, but what else would you expect from Borst, and anyone he's associated himself with?
Not a whole lot.
But Joe does have a parting comment for the thousands of fans in attendance... a comment that relates to his back up and one Kenny Rock.
"Tonight, this is OUR SHOW!" he says, grinning from ear to ear, as HIS show cuts to a commercial.
NUMBER ONE CONTENDER? WHAT A JOKE
The fans are still echoing the win by the victor outside in the backround in the arena. Nayomi was streching in the back with her duffelbag next to her on the wooden table. She streches sideways making sure that it hits those rib areas and from the dark corner Persephone entered the scene. A chill ran up Nayomi's back as she walked closer with a grin on her face.
"Persephone."
She ignored her and leaned over to drink out of the fountain next to her. Persephone's large behind was sticking in the air and Nayomi bare to watch so she picked up her duffelbag and approached Persephone.
"Good match we had back then," Nayomi says as she puts a hand up for a handshake. Persephone looks at her face to face and laughs manically.
"Good match? I destroyed you. You were nothing but a bug underneath my black boots when we were done. Good match? Steph Connor is going to destroy you at the
PPV. You can't even fight off getting raped, what makes you think you can-"
Before Persephone could finish Nayomi pushed her and they began brawling. Nayomi kicked Persephone in the head and she fell back, as Nayomi got closer Persephone kicked back and caught Nayomi by surprize. As Nayomi was dazed Persephone gave Nayomi her Below The Heaven's Path finisher and Nayomi was knocked through the
table. Persephone stood over her and laughed.
"Number One Contender huh, what a joke."
NO LOSER
The arena waits from the next happening on the Sunday Show, and they get something when "Guerrilla Radio" by Rage Against The Machine plays, and a
portion of the crowd begin to boo as from behind the curtain the self-proclaimed ICON of the Asylum, Dark, made his way to the Asylum. Dark immediately climbs inside the Asylum cage and looks as the ring announcer attempts to hand Dark the microphone. Dark shakes his head then kicks the ring announcer in the chest and throws him over the Asylum wall, bringing more boos from the crowd. Dark looks out at the crowd and smiles, then picks up the fallen microphone and lifts it to talk.
"Last night, what ever way you look at it, Dark beat Xearo cleanly in the
Asylum."
Dark points to the screen as it lights up with highlights from last night's
Fight Hell.
"You can clearly see your ICON just about to stand up after the weak DDT attempts by Xearo, when Xearo cowardly runs away from Dark and tries to escape from the ICON's wrath. No since that despicable human being Xearo had injured the referee earlier, the referee could not award Dark the match, and Dark knew this. So that is why Dark chose to stay on the mat instead of standing up. Let me make it clear to you all, DARK DID NOT LOSE. Dark beat Xearo fairly, and Xearo had to run away to avoid the inevitable beating from the ICON."
More members of the crowd begin to boo Dark, as Dark looks at them angrily. Finally Dark lifts up the microphone again.
"But there was a problem with last night's match. It was not a wrestling match, plain and simple it was a fight. Now as well all know Dark is one of the greatest wrestlers known to man, but unfortunately, that French bastard Xearo is nothing more than a common drunken bar room brawler. Try as Dark might, Dark could not just carry Xearo to a decent match. But."
Dark pauses for a second.
".there was also another problem. You see whilst Dark was easily out wrestling Xearo, Xearo had an advantage because the Asylum is not real wrestling, it's a stupid pissed up fight. The competitors aren't wrestlers, they're drunken morons who fight because otherwise they don't get paid. They cannot match up to the skill and ability of Dark. C'mon, Dark was trained by the Harts in the Hart Dungeon, most of those guys backstage learnt all their skill from watching Bruce Lee movies, whilst drunk. Well Dark says fuck them all, stupid drunken pissed up redneck hicks. Not one
person can match up to the pure Canadian skill of Dark."
The crowd launch into another series of boos for Dark, but Dark merely shrugs.
"You boo your ICON because you have been made blind by the Asylum. You have
drunk beer which has been laced with chemicals which make you think The inmate is actually a good person. You have eaten hot dogs which have made you believe that Pete Borst is actually worth something. You have had radio waves beamed into your brains from the lighting rig above me, making you all think that Dark is an asshole. Dark isn't an asshole, Dark is your saviour. Dark is here to help all you people see the truth, and that truth is that the Asylum sucks. Pure and simple it sucks big time."
The Asylum bashing brings another vocal response from the crowd.
"Dark will prove it to all of you, Dark will show each and every one of you in this arena tonight, plus all the other arenas, we visit, that the Asylum is nothing but a money grabbing evil, evil thing, that we must destroy. It is a conspiracy to steal your money, to take your souls and most of all make Dark look stupid. Well people, tonight Dark will show you the true way. And you people are going to bow to Dark as your ICON once again."
Dark drops the microphone and climbs out of the Asylum, then walks up the ramp as the crowd begin to boo once again. Dark stops near the entrance and looks out at the booing crowd, then shakes his head and heads to the back.
STEPHANIE CONNOR© VS NAYOMI
WOMEN'S TITLE
“Independant Women” by Destiny's Child played throughout the arena, as Nayomi Dangsta arrived to a good response from the crowd, Nayomi was quickly gaining a reputation as one of Asylum’s toughest females, but she surely faced an uphill struggle against the champion, Steph Connor. Not only was Steph a formidable opponent, but due to Persephone’s attack not so long ago, Nayomi was nursing wounds caused in the earlier scuffle with Persephone, regardless, Nayomi had showed her spirit by appearing for the match anyway. She reached the Asylum just as "Try Again" by Aaliyah played through the arena, and the crowd rose to their feet to boo the new womens champion, “Ice Cold” Stephanie Connor made her way down to the Asylum, womens title draped over her shoulder, she clambered cautiously into the Asylum, but the previously attacked Nayomi was clearly ready for a fight, rushing Steph Connor at high speed.
CRACK!
The crowd grimaced, as did Nayomi, caught with a womens title shot to the head as she ran! Nayomi hit the ground, Steph’s temper quickly flared, throwing the title out of the Asylum and setting about stomping Nayomi hard, she stepped back as the referee made an extremely early count.
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Nayomi struggled up, the beating from Persephone and the belt shot to the head clearly taking their toll, Steph rushed in, taking Nayomi down with an arm wrench, followed by a hard elbow smash to the shoulder, she maintained the hold, locking in an armbar on the downed Nayomi! Nayomi however refused to submit, and finally managed to free herself by catching Steph with a hard elbow shot right between the eyes, Steph fell back clutching her face, Nayomi rolled up to her feet, but Steph did as well, Nayomi charged, but was taken down with a snap arm drag, Steph again locking in an armbar, Nayomi twisted her way up, and rolling behind Steph, placing her in a crossface chicken wing! Steph countered however, catching Nayomi by dropping to the ground and hitting her with an inverted neckbreaker! Nayomi fell flat on her back, and was subject to several move Steph Connor kicks, Steph took a few steps back, before allowing a dazed Nayomi to get to her feet, Steph ran up, closing in on Nayomi.
THUD!
The crowd exploded, Nayomi swooping up Steph and planting her to the mat with the “Widow Maker”, a falling chokeslam, both combatants lay out on the mat, but the crowd’s attention turned elsewhere.
Persephone.
Nayomi’s attacker not long ago on the show had appeared again, this tiem slowly stalking down the aisle, and coming to a halt at the bottom of the ramp, as Steph Connor and Nayomi struggled to their feet, Nayomi hadn’t seen Persephone.
Steph was surprisingly the first to strike, kicking Nayomi hard in the gut, before leaping and attempting to catch Nayomi with a double footed dropkick.
It backfired, bigtime.
Nayomi caught both of Steph Connor’s feet, sending her crashing to the mat, Nayomi held on however, and the crowd exploded, and she tied up and turned over Steph, locking her into the “Panther Grip” sharpshooter! Steph writhed in agony as Nayomi wrenched back on the hold, slowly, Steph lifted her hand ready to tap the mat.
The crowd erupted with boos.
Persephone hurled a handful of powder from beside the Asylum, through the mesh and up into Nayomi’s eyes, Nayomi screamed in agony, falling back clutching her face, this was the only time Steph Connor needed, she reached over and locked Nayomi into “Cryogenic Sleep”, Nayomi faded into unconsciousness and the bell rang, Steph had picked up another cheap win, but the focus was Nayomi and Persephone, a feud clearly only just beginning!
WINNER AND STILL WOMEN'S CHAMPION: STEPHANIE CONNOR VIA SUBMISSION
THE WRENCH OF DISCOVERY
After months of being lost, Marlon Jones finally felt home in Louisville, Kentucky. But now he had a job as a ring crew member for the Asylum, and he actually had friends. But now it was his time to get a wrench for his buddy Mark Pugh, who told him about a boatload of past stories between the two.
Marlon, or "Jonesie" as he's now know exited the crew room and walked down the hall, and he stopped at the huge red toolbox that he left outside earlier on the show. As he searched through the rather large toolbox, a man was reentering the building...
Deicide.
And the former Asylum tag-champ, stopped as he noticed something very familiar about the young Asylum crew man. Something about his face, something about his size, Deicide was sure that he had ran into this guy before. Marlon on the other hand had no idea that Deicide was there, as he search happily for the wrench until finally he found it. His find caused him to yell out.
"Hey Mark, I got the wrench!"
Marlon held the wrench high above his head as he achieved something, proud of that small accomplishment. But that voice, made Deicide sure that this man was exactly who he thought it was as he attacked him from behind knocking him down to the ground. Marlon crashed to the ground, and Deicide swiftly flipped him to his back as he grabbed his collar.
"Just like I thought! I don't know why you're here Carnage.. but I'll make sure you won't come back!"
Deicide made his point well known as he reigned four deadling right hand shots to the face of Marlon Jones or as he thought Carnage, busting the man's nose open. Deicide got up as he watched the man squirm on the concrete.
"Come on.. get up Carnage.. get up.. fight me like a man!"
Marlon, crawled backwards as he look towards Deicide with fear, and as he felt backwards he finally located the wrench. He got up on his feet stumbling as he stared at Deicide. The former champion clenched his fists, as he possesed a demonic smile.
"Good ahead, use the wrench.. you know I can take it."
But Deicide was shocked at the turn of events, as Marlon turned and ran as fast as he possibly could away from Deicide, leaving one half of Broken Hope to stand there and laugh.
"Heh hehe.. Wait until Synn finds out about who I've found."
A.D. Vs I Vs GRIFF TRUXELL
T.V. TITLE CONTENDERSHIP
As the Asylum Sunday show returned from commercial, the crowd were in a good mood, A.D. stood in the Asylum, warming up and awaiting his upcoming match. For A.D., this match was everything, not only did he have a chance to maintain his undefeated streak thus far in the Asylum, but there was also the chance to damage two men who had been a factor of his past for many weeks now, Griff Truxell and Noah Reily aka –I-, not only that, but a third prize was also in the reckoning, a shot at the Asylum T.V. title. A.D. took a deep breath, as “Wake Up” by Rage Against the machine blasted throughout the arena, and the jeers and boos which followed Griff Truxell wherever he went, began to chorus throughout the arena. However, as the music went on, the curtain remained motionless. It appeared…that Griff had decided tonight was not the night to face A.D.
CRACK!
It was! A.D. found himself blindsided, as a maniacal Griff Truxell darted from the crowd, snapping up a steel chair on his rush to the Asylum, he crept cold and calculative, drawing back the chair and cannoning in into the spine and upper back of A.D.! A.D. grimaced, the blow sending him to his knees, however his rest bite was brief, as seconds later, another crack echoed through the arena, Griff once again cannoning the steel chair down across A.D., a second, third, and fourth succession of wicked chair shots followed, until A.D. finally slumped motionlessly on the mat, Griff however was like a shark which had tasted blood, and was now moving in for the kill, a fifth, sixth and seventh chair shot followed, as Griff worked up a frenzy, finally slamming the crumpled chair to the canvas with a thud. Griff was now breathing heavily, for his chance to capitalise and gain revenge over the rookie, A.D. was at hand. Griff stormed down several wicked kicks to A.D. who still remained relatively still on the mat, seconds later however, he was forcefully pulled to his feet, Griff took him by the hair, and delivered a stiff yet needless kick to the ribs of A.D. and as he fell forward toward the mat, Griff grasped his head, first rushing back and driving it into the mesh, before spinning and completely destroying A.D. with a Piston DDT onto the chair! The crowd were silenced, Griff had surely won the bout, A.D. lay on the mat in a coma like state, as Griff raised his arms in victory, there was no way that A.D. was going to get up.
A.D. however, was no longer the problem.
-I- rushed from the crowd, taking the same path as Griff, almost as though he had been previously following him, just as A.D. was blindsided, so was Griff, catching a solid right hand jab to the back of the skull, knocking him down to the mat hard, the match referee reached an eight count for A.D., when –I- rushed to him, picking him up, and slumping him across the Asylum mesh! The crowd were unsure what to make of the intervention of –I-, for a man who hated A.D., his actions were questionable.
With the count now broken, -I- circled Griff, who shook off the cobwebs, and took a few choice moments to throw as many profanity’s at –I- as possible, -I- however wasn’t responding, which lead Griff to throw a stinging right his way, -I- however ducked the blow, catching Griff with a hard right hand to the kidneys, and a kick to the back which send him rushing into the mesh! Griff turned, raging, clearly upset at the way in which –I- had snatched victory from him, he ran at –I- again, swinging blows wildly, and finally catching him across the face with a solid right hand, as –I- backed away, Griff swept in, grasping his wrist and dragging him into a stiff short arm clothesline, before pulling him up, and landing the clothesline again, before again pulling –I- up and landing the blow a third time! –I- lay on the mat, as Griff stomped him viciously, clearly wanting to keep him down, is was pretty evident that Griff had been undergoing intense training, where his weaknesses in being out of Asylum competition in previous weeks had been evident in comprehensive defeats against A.D., this time Griff was quicker and hungrier, as he pulled –I- to his feet, and hung him upside down on the Asylum mesh, Griff took the crumpled chair from the mat, and lay it across the face of the upside down –I-, one run u and baseball slide later, a tremendous blow echoed through the arena.
CRACK!
“Ohhhhhhh!” the crowd exclaimed, Griff kicking the chair into the face of –I- who fell from the mesh to the mat, Griff instantly lifted –I-, before carrying him toward the rim of the Asylum, preparing to throw him out.
Griff was going to win.
Griff was going to be the T.V. title contender.
CRACK!
Things changed.
A.D., a man presumed to be well out of consciousness, slowly pushed himself up from the rim of the Asylum where –I- had earlier propped him, he swayed for a moment or to, to get his bearings, but as he did, the steel chair, and a struggling Griff and –I- came into focus, without a second thought, A.D. rushed, lashing Griff in the back with the steel chair! Griff crumpled, but with –I- being half way out of the Asylum, and deliberately clinging to Griff, it was enough to pull him over and out of the Asylum.
Disbelief.
A.D., earlier blindsided, had gone against all odd’s and pulled off yet another win against Griff, albeit a lucky one, Griff wasn’t effected too much by the blow, but as soon as he got to his feet, the rage took over, as he desperately tried to get back into the Asylum and attack A.D. who had fallen back to the mat. Security kept Griff at bay, but he turned his attentions to –I- who had also gotten to his face.
SMACK!
Griff lashed –I- across the face with a hard right, however there was no sense of retaliation in the eyes of –I-, he simply looked as though he had completed phase one of a mission, and his unwillingness to retaliate was shown, as he turned his back and walked away, Griff was furious, and he again tried to get to A.D., only for security to hold him back. As the show went to a break, it was clear once again…that Griff had a plan, for he too turned and walked away from the scene.
WINNER: A.D. VIA RINGOUT
IT'S TIME TO CELEBRATE!
Louisville Gardens was packed with anxious fans, giddy with the thought of bloodshed and human physical pain. The cameras pan backstage where a long stretch limo pulls into the driveway. On the side of the limo, it is printed in fancy gold letters "All expenses paid by Joe Campbell."
And from out of the limo comes Kenny Rock, owner of the Sunday Show rights.
"Oh happy day!"
Kenny pulls off the illusion that he would be entering the building to prep for his number one contender match against the Inmate and just when you least expect it, you see Kenny Rock running full steam at the limousine, bashing the windows in with a lead pipe. He then approaches a man in a suit and slips him a fold of cash.
"Drive this to the nearest landfill you can find. It's packed with explosives. Call me when you get there. Be sure to call me as soon as you do. And take this camera with you. Make sure you get all of this on tape because if you make a wrong move, you go kablooey with the limo, got it? I'll pay you handsomely when the mission is over with Joe Campbell's money. Understood?"
The man in the suit nods as Kenny passes him a camera and the keys to the limo. Kenny walks away smirking through the corridors and towards the entranceway. He nods towards a man in a headset and the man nods back.
Pyrotechnics everywhere! Perhaps the singlemost elaborate light show display in the history of wrestling. It is pretty apparent that Kenny spent a lot of Joe's money on it and one can be sure that was his intention all along. He wanted to drain Joe Campbell financially. Obviously his beef with Joe isn't over yet and he didn't want it to be for a very long time.
Kenny entered the ring, blanketed with boos from the crowd.
"It's my birthday people and I would like to thank one person for making all of this possible for me. Thank you Joe Campbell. Thank you very much for leaving your credit card lying on the ground all the way back in merry ole' England. Thanks a lot, chap. I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm afraid that I might be attacked with the hick brigade here in the dumbest city on Earth... LOUISVILLE. I've got better things to do. It's my birthday gosh durnit and I'll party like it's 1999. Farewell, greasemonkeys. I'll go enjoy my day while the rest of you grow a pimple or something."
"The Birthday Song" plays over the PA. And with that being said, Kenny flips off the crowd and spits on just about everyone he can.
LOW CREDIT
Borst, Double Hard and CaLLouS are shown sitting in their locker room/private lounge laughing between themselves at what they're watching on TV. Double Hard has his feet on a coffee table, with his smelly trainers sitting on the floor with the Asylum Championship, which as usual, has just been discarded onto the floor meaninglessly. Suddenly, Joe bursts in, looking pretty pissed off and at the same time, very worried.
"PETE! You're tough. You go get my credit card back!" Joe cries. Borst doesn't seem too interested in what Joe had to say, and just waves his arm at him, implying that he wants Joe to get out of the way of the TV.
"Come on Pete! He's spending shit loads of cash!" Joe says frantically. "Go ruin his celebration, beat him up, get my card back.... do something!"
"What? And miss those two fuckheads Angle and Austin battling over hugs?" Pete replies. He turns and looks at Double Hard, who finishes off Borst's sentence for him. "Yeah right."
"You feeling jealous or something Pete? You want a hug? I'll hug you if you go get Kenny Rock!" Joe screams at him. Pete suddenly freezes and stares at Joe as if he's the stupidest bloke in yankland... which is saying something.
"Well?"
Silence.
"Pete?"
Silence.
"COME ON GUYS!" Joe screams. Pete finally responds by getting up off the sofa and standing in front of Joe. "If you try and hug me... I'll rip your bollocks off... MATE."
Joe sighs and shakes his head. "Come on guys... Double Hard? CaLLouS?"
"Hey, lets go see where Jen and Zoe have got to." CaLLouS says to Double Hard. "Great idea!" replies Double Hard.
Jen and Zoe had left to go to the bathroom a few minutes ago, as women do. The animals went in two by two... ahem. The pair quickly leave the room, leaving Borst and Joe alone. Joe is silent for a moment while he thinks of what to say, and eventually comes out with something.
"Please..?"
Oh, nice one Joe. There's another few moments of silence, before Pete finally opens his mouth.
"Cowboy hats?! What the fuck? That worse than seeing top hats in your dreams!"
"PETE!" cries Joe. Pete quickly looks at Joe and responds. "OK, I'll go get your card... later. When that fuckhead least expects it... or something."
As Joe leaves the room, he has a strange feeling that Pete didn't really mean what he said.
With Pete, it seems like later never comes.
SYNN© VS EVOLUTION
T.V. TITLE
"Judith" by A Perfect Circle played throughout the arena, as Evolution, winner of a fantastic 6 way T.V. title contender match at Fight Hell, made his way to the Asylum, the match itself had been a close fought battle, with Evolution eventually coming out the victor, and this week he was ready to take his reward, a shot at Synn, who had picked up the title itself in controversial fashion. As Evolution reached the Asylum, “The Fight Song” by Marilyn Manson blasted through the speakers, sending the crowd into an instant chorus of intense boos, Synn appeared from behind the curtain, before taking a few strides and stopping in his tracks, extending his arms into a crucifix and staring down Evolution in an attempt to psyche him out, Synn unstrapped the title from his waist and held it into the air as the crowd in attendance showered him with the expected boo’s, Synn brushed them off, making his way down to the Asylum with the notable absence of the devils advocate, Deicide. Synn reached the Asylum and after a brief hesitation to annoy the crowd, he stepped in, before throwing the T.V. title at Evolutions feet, Synn was already playing mind games, for as Evolution was distracted by the flying title, Synn rushed in, but was met by a surprise.
CRACK!
A huge spear by Evolution out of nowhere sent Synn flying back to where he was originally, he had underestimates Evolution’s focus, and as the spear knocked him to the ground, Evolution was there, crashing hard rights and lefts across the skull of Synn, before grabbing a handful of hair, and slamming his skull to the mat! Synn escaped with a means of cheating regularly used, a direct poke to the eyes, Evolution fell back in pain, as Synn got to his feet and measured several toe ends to the head of Evolution, eventually busting him open! Evolution finally escaped, catching the foot of Synn, and kicking the standing leg from underneath him, both men rolled away before rising back to their feet, and charging at each other! Evolution lowered his head like a charging bull, he was ready to take Synn out with another wicked spear.
CRUNCH!
“Ohhhhhhhh!” echoed through the arena, as a loud “Holy Shit!” chant followed, as Evolution had left the ground for the spear, Synn had expected it, grabbing his head and sending all of his forward motion into an extremely stiff DDT! Evolution’s head hit the canvas with a sickening crack, and such was the force that he popped up like a jack in the box, landing back on his feet, however he was in an extremely dazed state, as Synn finally levelled him with a wicked lariat! Evolution hit the mat before popping up to a sitting position and finally being put down by a kick directly between the eyes! Synn took his moment, jeering the crowd who hurled various items in his direction, he brushed off this, and approached Evolution, only to be met by a hard low blow, and a second! Evolution got to his feet, and grabbed Synn’s head, bulldogging him into the mesh, before turning and bulldogging him into the canvas!
What Evolution didn’t expect was a barrage of abuse from the crowd, it was quickly realised that the abuse wasn’t coming his wasy, as Deicide made his way down the aisle, a steel chair in hand, he reached the Asylum with Evolution now staring him down, but the chair didn’t come into use, for the distracted Evolution was caught by a low kick by Synn, who took a few steps back and ran up.
“Holy shit!” Was a chant which kicked back up seconds later.
Synn charged Evolution, who turned earlier than expected, after a small leap, Evolution buried his feet into the gut of Synn, taking his hair at the same time, and flinging him out of the Asylum with an absolutely awesome monkey flip! Synn soared through the air toward defeat, as Evolution hit the canvas to rest in the glory of his win.
The bell however, didn’t ring.
Deicide had caught Synn in mid air, and managed to climb the steps with a fully conscious Synn in hand, before powerbombing him back into the Asylum, and onto Evolution! “Holy Shit!” once again roared through the arena, as Evolution grimaced in pain, Synn slowly rolling off him, and hitting him around the head with some hard rights and lefts, little did either man know. The end wasn’t very far away!
Synn grabbed Evolution by and handful of hair, and lifted him onto his shoulders, ready to drop him with his innovative death valley driver into a reverse DDT, however, Evolution squirmed free, landing behind Synn and grabbing him in a dragon sleeper, he was ready to execute “Darwins theory”!
It never happened.
CRACK!
Deicide leant over the side of the Asylum, catching Evolution across the top of the skull with the steel chair! This was just enough time for Synn to twist him, scoop him up, spin, and drop him onto his head with “Hell Bound”. It was game over, Evolution lay motionless on the mat, a cheated man. The referee made the 10 count, and Synn and Deicide celebrated their trickery, Synn holding the title high as trash pelted the two, moments later, Deicide seemed to say something of great interest to Synn, and the two made a quick exit.
WINNER AND STILL T.V. CHAMPION: SYNN VIA KNOCKOUT
BATHROOM BREAK
Pete Borst is wandering down a corridor, whistling away with a big grin on his face. He's probably going to actually go beat up Kenny Rock and get Joe's credit card back. That'll make Joe happy. He wasn't expecting Borst to do anything about it... he's already beginning to feel as if Borst, Double Hard and CaLLouS don't respect him. But no, maybe Borst does have some respect for Joe.
Oh wait.
He's heading for the bathroom.
WHACK!
Or he was. The fans can be heard cheering in the background, as Inmate begins to kick a downed Pete Borst in the mid section repeatedly. Inmate is clutching a 2x4 in his right hand, obviously the cause the huge WHACK! heard moments ago, and the trickle of blood coming from Borst's forehead.
Pete attempts to scramble away, but Inmate shakes his head. "Oh no you don't Borst..." Inmate taps his knee brace and points at Borst. "You're not going anywhere, not until your knee's so fucked up you need one of these things."
Inmate stamps viciously on Borst's left knee and grins. "I want you." WHACK. "To know." WHACK. "Exactly." WHACK. "How it." WHACK. "Feels like to have your knee fucked to pieces by someone you absolutely..." WHACK. "Hate."
"Sure, you took MY title... but I can get another shot at that. But you cost me the title months ago by fucking up my knee, so I figure I'll do the same for you. Right after I beat Kenny Rock, I'll be after you... but I decided to fuck your knee up in advance." Inmate pauses and looks down on Borst who's writhing in agony. "Nice."
Inmate throws down the 2x4 and walks away leaving Pete laid out on the floor outside the bathroom, holding his knee in agony. He also needs a piss.
SOMETHING FOR THE FANS
The camera cuts backstage to one of the food vending stalls. Outside several fans wait in the queue. The camera goes through the door to the kitchen behind that stall and pans around to reveal Dark standing with a member of the catering crew.
"Look, I don't know whot he hell you are, but just get out of my kitchen."
"Oh yeah, you don't know Dark? You're lying, everybody knows Dark. And where are they?"
"Who?"
"Don't give me that bullshit, you know what Dark means."
"No, I don't. And who is Dark anyway?"
"Don't change the subject. You have brain altering chemicals and you're putting them in these hot dogs right here."
Dark picks up a hot dog in his left hand and then look at it. His eyes soften and a look of longing passes over his face. Almost as quickly Dark dropped the hot dog and stamped on it.
"See, your hotdogs tried to alter Dark's mind."
"I don't think they did."
"Oh yeah, well what about if I do this."
Dark picks up a frying pan and hits it off the caterer's head. Dark then gathers all the hot dogs up and puts them into a clear plastic bag. From his back pocket Dark pulls out a white sticky label and black marker. He sticks the sticky label onto the side of the bag and then uses the marker to write "EVIDENCE #1" on the label. Dark turns around and leaves the door as the fans turn around to look at him.
"Don't worry Dark fans, Dark is sorting this mess out. Dark will set you free people, you can bet on it."
Dark walks off down the corridor as the fans look on confused.
BATHROOM BUSINESS
Jen and Zoe are in the ladies bathroom, standing side by side staring into the mirror. Jen touches up her lipstick and turns to Zoe. "Double Hard isn't all that bad... he gets angry sometimes you know, but he's a nice guy."
"Yeah." Zoe replies, as she runs her hand through her hair. "Pete is being much nicer since that stupid dream he had."
Jen smiles and looks at Zoe. "What's it like being the wife of the champ then?"
"Oh it's great. The first two times were crappy, because his title reigns were silly. All this business over his bad arm, faking the shooting to make half a million dollars, and then forfeiting the title because he thinks yanks are wankers... they didn't seem like proper title reigns. This time, he's really going to make a go of it."
"And you've got Double Hard to thank for all that. If it weren't for him..." Zoe interrupts Jen and snaps back at her. "Double Hard would be the first to say that Pete did it all by himself!"
"Heh, yeah... right." replies Jen. "So what about this women's fighting thing eh? You giving it up?"
"Probably." says Zoe. "I can't be bothered to do that stuff anymore, since all those women are about as tough as Mr Bean."
"Don't blame ya." Jen says as she puts her lip stick back in her make-up bag. "You're a good looking lass. Wouldn't want you to end up looking like Pete."
"HEY!"
Zoe didn't like that last comment, and Double Hard's girlfriend Jen was quick to leave after making it. "Stuck up bitch." mutters Zoe. "With all her... her hair, and her... her body, and her... gah." Zoe kicks a cubical door, and it flies open. A scream follows the door opening, and Zoe looks rather embarrassed. "Sorry... didn't realise they let men in this bathroom."
Oooooooh.
TOMMY GUNN© VS XEARO L'VAGRANT VS DARK
U.K. TITLE
“Guerilla Radio” by Rage against the machine blasted through the speakers, and the crowd erupted with boo’s for a man who’s strange actions had made him an enemy of the crowd, and several members of the Asylum roster. “The ICON” Dark made his way to the Asylum with a smug expression across his face, his previous appearances on the night hadn’t done him any favours in gaining the fans admiration, and as he tripped slightly on the cables at the side of the Asylum, the eruption of laughter only sent him into a personal tantrum, he finally made his way into the Asylum, waiting for his opponents. Many regarded Dark as a fish out of water, many wrestlers had come to the Asylum ranks, but most had adapted their style to fit the brutal bouts…Dark however was insistent in showing off his library of wrestling skills, which Fight Hell showed, wasn’t very wise.
“Tourettes” by Nirvana was next, as Darks conqueror from the previous week, Xearo L’Vagrant, made his way to the Asylum, to a mixed crowd response, it was evident that there were several likable aspects to Xearo, but it was his recent alliance with the hated Kenny Rock which had brought the crowd to being unsure of him. As he reached the Asylum and stepped in he was quickly a victim of a blindsiding attack by Dark, who leapt onto his back and locked him into a sleeper! Xearo swung Dark around, almost as though he had an ant on his back, Dark clung on for his life, slowly squeezing the power out of Xearo, neither man however had noticed “Change” by The Deftones playing through the arena, and they hadn’t noticed the immanent arrival of Tommy Gunn, Gunn threw down his U.K. title…the crowd booing him intensely, as he stepped into the Asylum, and measured up the two men who were now leaning against the Asylum mesh.
CRUNCH!
“Owwwwwww!” Dark screamed, as Tommy Gunn ran into Xearo’s ribs, hitting him with a Gunnshot spear, Dark however took the majority of the blow, being crushed completely into the Asylum mesh behind Xearo! Dark released his sleeper on Xearo, who stumbled away clutching his ribs from the Gunnshot, Dark did the same, clutching his back…and as the two turned in the wide open space, they were met again by Tommy Gunn!
CRUNCH!
Tommy knocked both men from their feet, catching them both with antother Gunnshot! Dark and Xearo hit the mat, while Tommy got to his feet and showed the intense meanstreak he had been displaying ever since the tragic death of his brother and father, Tommy snapped a chair shut and pulled it into the Asylum, before running, however, the cat like Dark had sprung onto the Asylum mesh, and leapt off with a high sprung and heavily loaded dropkick, which sent the chair cannoning wickedly back into Gunn’s face!
The action was flowing fast and furiously now, for as soon as Dark got to his feet, he saw Xearo approaching, Dark aimed a kick at Xearo, but found himself caught in mid air, and tossed through the air with a huge capture release suplex! The problem for Xearo was, he had thrown Dark too far, for Dark flew through the air and landed on his feet, as Xearo turned unwarily, expecting to see a downed Dark, he was met by a kick to the gut, which folded him up, Dark grabbed Xearo’s arms, lifting him up into a vertebreaker! Dark didn’t execute the drop, but instead locked Xearo’s feet too, placing him into an agonising submission rack! The move was broken however, when a recovering Tommy Gunn jabbed Dark in the ribs with the edge of the chair, allowing Xearo time to sway the move, he leant back, attaining his footing, but then lifting Dark over, and dropping him with a Vertebreaker!
The crowd gasped in amazement as Dark bounced off his head against the mat, they gasped again however as Tommy Gunn brought the chair down across Xearo’s head with a solid crack! Tommy threw the chair to the ground and went at both Xearo and Dark with hard kicks and punches, he was stopped in his tracks however, as a rising Xearo managed to hit him with a solid jab to the lip, which caused the blood to flow for the first time in the match!
Xearo got to his feet, but was victim of a kick below the belt by Tommy Gunn! Tommy grabbed Xearo by the legs, lifting him in an attempt to bring him down with a StunGunn across the mesh! Xearo once again shocked the crowd however, somehow freeing his legs, and flicking over, catching Tommy’s head, before resting his feet against the rim of the Asylum, pushing himself back over, and catching Tommy with a solid DDT onto the canvas! Xearo didn’t have time to contemplate his next move however, for no sooner had he turned, than the solid thud of Dark superkicking him on the chin was heard! Xearo fell flat out on the mat after Dark’s connection, just as Dark hopped over him and went for a flamboyant “Darkness Falls” Asai moonsault from the Asylum rim. It was a second later however, that the crowd were amazed again.
As Dark flew upside down through the air, the last thing he would see for a few minutes would be Tommy Gunn charging.
CRUNCH!
The crowd rose to their feet in appreciation of an amazing display at that point, Tommy Gunn had caught Dark with the Gunnshot whilst he was in mid air! The impact was tremendous, as Dark hit the mat motionlessly! Gunn turned, but Xearo was now reaching his feet, the two exchanged hard rights and lefts, before finally battling toward the rim of the Asylum! The crowd were suddenly silenced in confusion however, for the end of the match was plunged into confusion! Gunn, the champion, kicked Xearo below the belt, before clambering over the edge of the Asylum, and dropping Xearo neck first across the rim with the Recoil! The confusion came, because in executing the sadistic move, Tommy had eliminated himself from the match, and as he tried to clamber back in, was dragged away by officials, the referee was also bewildered, and turned to see both Dark and Xearo motionless on the mat, reluctantly, he started a count.
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DARK WAS UP! The crowd were silent, now more shocked than in disbelief, Xearo began to come to on the mat, folding his neck and clearly in intense pain, and confused look was also on the look of Dark, for moments before all he could see was black, but now “Guerilla Radio” by Rage Against the Machine was playing, and the referee was approaching him with the glinting U.K. title! The title fell into Dark’s arms, and his state of confusion turned into an extremely evil smile, he got to his feet, before looking around at the hissing crowd, strapping the title around his waist…and raising his arms! The explosion of boo’s was intense, as Dark’s music blasted on and he rolled out of the Asylum, Xearo was now on his knees, the Recoil across the rim had clearly taken its toll, Gunn was now battling with officials at ringside, as Dark reached the top of the isle, pulling the title from his waist and falling to his knees, and raising it into the air. Xearo spotted this, and ignored his hurt neck, getting to his feet and rushing after the celebrating Dark, Dark saw this and fled instantly, as Gunn broke free from the officials and also gave chase, the hectic show wen’t to commercial!
WINNER AND NEW U.K. CHAMPION: DARK VIA KNOCKOUT
LOWER CREDIT
Double Hard has finally found Jen, who had disappeared off to the bathroom with Zoe earlier in the night, and she's standing beside a vending machine, staring at the chocolate bars. She's not allowed chocolate... but like just about every other woman, she wants it. But knows she shouldn't have it.
"Just one..." she mumbles. But Double Hard shakes his head. "You'll regret it. You'll feel it on your arse the next day."
Jen is about to reply when someone interrupts. "Feel what on her arse?"
It's Joe. "But never mind that. Double Hard, can you do me a quick favour?"
"Only if you do me one." replies Double Hard, as he puts his hand over the money slot on the vending machine. "She's (points to Jen) sleeping in your bed if she eats any chocolate."
"What? Her arse really gets that big?" Joe replies with a grin on his face. Double Hard shakes his head. "No, it don't make her arse big. It just makes her fart loads."
Jen doesn't appreciate that information being shared with Joe, and a few million viewers, and stamps on Double Hard's foot. "Ow, bitch." Double Hard looks at Joe quickly, as he tries to balance on one leg. "What was the favour?"
"Go beat up Kenny Rock and get my credit card back." Joe replies.
"Oh... yeah, whatever. I'll go do it later... when he least expects it, or something."
EXPLOSIVE FOOTAGE
Asylum cameras pan to the Louisville Gardens skybox, where Kenny is spotted answering his cell phone.
"Uh-huh. Yeah. The party is just about to get started not too long from now. I've got guests and such coming over. Xearo's going to win the UK belt soon, so he's probably going to be the only one that doesn't see the destruction of Joe's possessions. Hey. Roll the tape I filmed earlier."
[start tape]
"Here I am standing in front of a limousine. A really, really nice limousine that I purchased with this: Joe Campbell's credit card. It's a platinum card and the benefits are amazing. You should thank me for using it so much Joe. I think you have enough mileage to travel around the world twice. And I'm not even done with it yet. You see, Joe. It's my birthday today and tomorrow will be the day after my birthday. But being the gracious and giving friend that I have slowly and surely developed a reputation for, I have decided to take the initiative to give myself a present. And that would involve me tying explosives to this limousine right here attached with things that I feel are precious to you. Here's the list:
1) Blow up doll
2) Ballet slippers
3) A Boy George pin-up
4) Viagra
5) A dirty, worn-out sock
I hope you enjoy this as much as I do, Joe. I truly do!"
[end tape]
In the skybox, Kenny Rock is the only one laughing. The rest of his guest simply look confused and baffled.
"Gosh, I'm so funny!"
"Uhh.. Kenny? Shall I blow up the limo now?"
"YeahAHAHAHA!"
BOOM!
Debris flies in every which way, as a burnt, flaming blow up doll head rolls towards the camera before the transmission is cut.
ADAM MANSON© VS NICODEMUS
EXTREME TITLE
"Burning Blood" by Six Feet Under begins to play and after a few moments Adam Manson walks out carrying a Red Dog He chugs from it and he walks. He gets to an old lady in the crowd with a "Manson sucks" sign. Manson grabs the sign from her and spews beer into her face. The fans lunge at Manson as he laughs and walks slowly to the ring. A few seconds later all that is heard is the fans beginning to chant.."It’s all right, It’s all right.. it’s just a little crazy". This continues as the fans begin to clap and sing along too. AS Manson stands waiting for his opponent the fans begin to cheer wildly as the "Death Angel" appears from behind Manson, his face is covered with a bandanna as he suddenly holds up a set of 5 taped lighttubes. The fans erupt as he steps and blasts Manson on the back of the head sending glass everywhere. The fans erupt as Nico quickly runs to the back and drags at a huge rolling dumpster filled with weapons.
Nico pulls out a tack covered bat and a barbed wire kendo. As Manson gets to his feet Nico nails him with the tac bat in the forehead. Nico grabs the kendo and goes to hit Manson who hits Nico in the crutch and grabs the kendo nailing Nico flat across the back then grinding the bat into his back. Manson smiles as he pops one of the tacks out of his forehead before throwing it at Nico. Manson drops the bat and pulls Nico by the hair before slamming him to the mat. Manson goes to the dumpster and pulls out a tray. He nails Nico with it then grabs into the dumpster and pulls out a bag of something. He looks around then dumps out the bag full of tacks. He grabs a hold of Nico and sets him up for the powerbomb on to the tack but Nico blocks it and powers manson against the cage laying into him with right and left punches.
Nico backs of and hits Manson on the head with a side kick. Nico then with a snap suplex he rolls into another snap suplex and then he rolls up grabs Manson for a fisherman’s buster but Nico holds Manson in the air and drops him down across his knee. Nico dumps some more tacks in the pan before grabbing into the dumpster for 2 more light tubes, as Manson gets up Nico shatters the lights over his forehead. Nicodemus grabs Manson and lifts hi up for a powerbomb then he swings him over landing Manson face first on the mat. Nico with a few shots as he pulls up Manson whipping him towards the cage but Manson reverses it slamming Nico into the cage then Manson lifts up Nico for a suplex dropped into a tombstone Manson calls "Into The Shitworld". Manson does not waste time and grabs a few more tubes from the dumpster shattering them over the back of Nicodemus. Manson grabs two chairs and sets them up facing each other, he dumps a few tubes across the chairs then grabs the barbed wire bat and sets it on top of the tubes, he grabs Nicodemus and hits " In death’s Embrace: sending Nicodemus head first through the tubes and wire.
Both men are bleeding heavily as Manson is the first to get to his feet. Manson waits as Nico slowly gets up and he charges but misses the Yakuza kick as Nico sidesteps it then wraps some wire around the head of Manson dragging him to the ground. Nico releases the wire and drags Manson to his feet whipping him hard face first into the cage and Manson recoils and turns he gets blasted by a running Yakuza kick from the Death Angel. Nico pulls Manson up and throws him over the cage to the floor. Manson gets slammed head first into the dumpster as Nico reaches in as Manson’s head lays on the dumpster and nails Manson with light tube after lighttube across the back of the head as glass flies everywhere. After the fifth one Nicodemus stops and grabs a bloody Manson dragging him by the hair to the back.
They get to the back as the two men are throwing punches left and right at each other. Manson kicks Nico in the groin and slams his head into the wall. He goes for a front kick but Nico catches it and Manson executes a reverse enzugiri catching Nico off guard and sending him to the floor. Manson then quickly rolls Nico on to a table in the back and climbs a set of boxes before executing a Tope Atomico sending both men crashing through the table to the floor. Manson is the first up and grabs Nico whipping him into the wall as a blood splat remains Nico is take n to another table and Manson goes to piledrive him through the table but Nico reverses it and drops in a kryptonite crunch type of move as they go through the table to the floor again. Both men are down and out for sometime before they manage to stagger to their feet and brawl on.
They fight into the parking area on one of the loading docks near a flatbed dumpster with a table draped over it. they continue to throw punches as Nico gets whipped into some fencing then Manson waits and plants Nico with a running lariat. Manson does not let up as he sets up Nico for Exhale the Vile. He grabs Nico with the claw and tries to tighten it and lift Nico up, he strains to lift Nico who breaks the hold with a vicious kick to the stomach area. Manson drops him and immediately Nico with a Saturn Driver plants Manson and both men are down. Nico gets to his feet and wipes the blood from his face as he pulls up Manson, he dtakes the staggered champion and nails the "DeathScythe.". Nico wants to finish it so he drags Manson in front of the dumpster and sets up to powerbomb him through the table into the trash below. He sets up but Manson with the block tries to back body drop Nico but Nico reveres the back body drop and with that momentum he lifts Manson into the air and hits Armageddon into the table. As Manson smashes through the table suddenly glass begins to fly everywhere. Manson finally hits the bottom of the dumpster as glass has shattered everywhere.
The crew rushes to the dumpster and looks in. Nicodemus filled the dumpster with light tubes and covered them up with a piece of tarp some pieces of trash and the table. Manson has just taken Armageddon through a table and some 100 to 200 lighttubes. The ref calls for the bell and awards this match to the NEW Extreme champion.. the Death Angel Nicodemus.
Nicodemus: now that the Extreme title is back where it belongs around the waist of the man that made it famous I am going to make a challenge. You see I am the Future of Extreme in the Asylum and now I want to see someone out there prove me wrong!! So here it is I am making an open challenge to anybody in the Asylum to take on me in a best of 5 deathmatch tournament. The matches will be chosen by me as I see fit to make them and it can start whenever that person is ready!! So this is to all the guys in the back best of 5 to see who the real KING of the deathmatches is!!!
Suddenly the sounds of lighting crashing is heard and from the darkness comes the answer to the challenge in the form of…
ArchAngel..Both men look into each other’s eyes and nod.
Nico: Well bro it looks like it is up to you and me again… The first match we be something they said could not be done.. The first ever Asylum 213 lighttube match…..It is time to show these pathetic blood marks what it means to be ultra FUCKING VIOLENT!!!!
The two men look at each other and hit fists as the challenge has been accepted.. The Angel of Death, the monster ArchAngel and the Future of Hardcore the Death Angel Nicodemus in a best of 5 deathmatch tournament!
WINNER AND NEW EXTREME CHAMPION: NICODEMUS VIA KNOCKOUT
STILL WANTING THE LOO
It's been quite a while since Borst was attacked by Inmate, and he's still trying to get back to his feet... but every time he gets close, his knee buckles and he falls over again.
Oh, and he needs a piss.
He's right by the bathroom door, but can't get up to open it. Inmate seems to have done as good a job on Borst's knee as Borst did to Inmate all those months back. Borst's finally rid himself of the arm support, but is likely to need a knee one now. Typical.
"Hey, want a hand?" someone asks. Borst just grimaces and replies. "Yeah, be a good fuckhead and help me get to the loo."
Borst turns around and sees who offered the help. "On second thoughts, I can manage on my own." Borst says, as he sees the seven foot monster standing in front of him. "ArchAngel... just fuck off and leave me alone would ya? Come moan about the title thing later or something."
"I don't want to moan." replies ArchAngel. "In fact, I was quite impressed in the way you manipulated everyone to get the title."
"Really?" Pete replies, as he's almost at his feet... but again, his knee buckles and he falls over again. ArchAngel grins as Borst falls back down and replies to Borst's one word question. "Yes. But that doesn't mean I'm not pissed off."
Suddenly, ArchAngel grabs Borst's left arm and yanks him up, opening the bathroom door slightly and putting Borst's arm in. "Hey now... don't be stupid Archie, you don't wanna do that."
"Don't I?" replies ArchAngel.
"I've just got that support off... don't be a fucking bastard." But it's no use. There's no way he'll change ArchAngel's mind. "OK, at least punch me in the face first to soften the impact on the arm."
SLAM!
ArchAngel slams the door hard on Borst's left arm. Borst screams. ArchAngel keeps a hold of Borst, not letting him fall over, and opens the door again. Borst is in a whole lot of pain, and ArchAngel seems to like it. So he slams the door again... and again.
"Thank you." says ArchAngel, as he lets go of Borst and watches him fall to the floor, with a fucked up left arm and a fucked up left knee. Borst groans as he lies on the floor outside the bathroom... ArchAngel's footsteps as he walks away echo down the corridor, fading out slowly.
Oh, and Borst still needs a piss.
THE TEAM DIVISION EXPLODES!
"South Texas Deathride" by Union Underground heralded the arrival of the new Asylum Team Champions, the Lynch Mob. Ash and Insane Wonder made their way
down to Asylumside, Ash, drinking a 40oz, smoking a Newport and with his barbed wire bat slung over his shoulder, as usual, and Wonder skipping along with a very happy expression on his face. Ash grabbed a mic from an attendant and the champs, who weren't even scheduled to be out here tonight, climbed into the Asylum. Ash shattered his 40oz over his head and began to speak.
"We told all you motherfuckers that we could do it, and we di-..."
The last few words of Ash's sentence aren't even heard over the thunderous boos of the crowd.
"Shut the fuck up! We're the Team Champions! You limey fucktards give us the respect we deserve or else we'll come out there and kick each and every one of your fucking asses!"
More booing. Wonder snatches the mic from Ash and begins screaming.
"I HAVEN'T WASHED MY UNDERWEAR IN SIX WEEKS! IF YOU PEOPLE DON'T BE QUIET, I'M GOING TO COME OUT THERE AND STICK IT IN FRONT OF ALL YOUR NOSES! THEN I'M GOING TO SMACK YOUR WIVES, SISTERS, DAUGHTERS, AND NIECES IN THE FACE WITH MY WANG AND STICK MY FINGERS IN THEIR BUTTHOLES! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?
HUH? THAT'S WHAT I THOU-..."
Wonder is interrupted as Ash snatches the mic back.
"Fucktard. Now as I was saying, we are THE team in the Asylum! Week after week, we come out here in front of all you deuschbags and prove that we are the gods of the team division by blasting through the pathetic competition that is put before us. Not one of the other teams here can beat us. And tonight, we're going to prove it. So if any of you cumwads in the back are stupid enough to come out here and get your asses kicked by the Team Champions, get your asses out here and come get a title shot!"
The crowd erupts in more jeers as Ash finishes his cigarette and flicks it into the crowd.
"Oh, one more thing. If any of you pussies actually do show up, this fight will be no ring-out. No pussy victories for anyone tonight!"
"Pretty Fly (For A White Guy)" by the Offspring begins to play over the loudspeakers as the co-number one contenders for the Lynch Mob's titles, Pretty Fly come out from behind the curtain to a huge pop. Apparently wanting a title shot, Nate and Steve-O have accepted Ash's open challenge and make their way down to the Asylum carrying an old surfboard. Ash and Wonder exchange sadistic grins as Pretty Fly climbs into the Asylum. Nate and Steve-O each grab one end of the surfboard and charge the Lynch Mob with it, but Ash and Wonder hit duel superkicks, in stereo, kicking the surfboard and sending it cannoning into the members of Pretty Fly's faces, taking them to the canvas. The bell rings and this impromptu title fight is underway as the Lynch Mob begins to stomp away on the members of Pretty Fly. Wonder grabs the surfboard and sets it against the cage at a 45 degree angle then climbs to the top of the cage as Ash picks Nate up and looks to T-bone suplex Nate through the surfboard.
Nate counters with an elbow to the side of Ash's head, however, and Steve-O is back to his feet, wandering around the Asylum, trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head. He accidentally steps on the end of that surfboard, and Wonder springs into action, jumping off the cage to the outside, dropping a leg on the end of the surfboard, on his way down, causing the surfboard to have a teeter-totter effect and send Steve-O slingshotting through the air only to land hard on the concrete outside. Nate meanwhile, taking it to Ash with a flurry of punches, but Insane Wonder is back up on the top of the cage. Ash fires back with a right jab to the nose, staggering Nate back a few steps and he steps right into "Hung, Drawn and Quartered" as Wonder comes off the cage with a dropkick to the back of the knee and Ash simultaneously gores him from in front. The official counts to ten and awards the very quick victory to the Lynch Mob. But the Lynch Mob doesn't leave the Asylum. Rather, much to the resentment of the crowd, Ash grabs a mic again.
"Is that the best you can do, Asylum? Are these two fucktards the best you have? Fuck, we didn't even break a sweat. Now I knew that we'd easily beat any team who came out here to oppose us, but that easily? Come on, cockasses, we need a real challenge. So if any other team in the back wants a title shot, come on down! Once again, no ring-out!"
Kryptonite" by 3 Doors Down heralds the arrival of the other half of the number one contenders, the Galaxy Defenders 6000. As Super Hero and Impetigo walked down to the Asylum, Sidekick and Wonder Hanna in tow, this time the Lynch Mob cracked up in fits of laughter. Ash raised the mic as the Galaxy Defenders were climbing into the ring.
"Hold on just one second. Maybe you retards couldn't hear me because you had your monkey's dick stuck in your ear, or something, but I said that we needed a REAL challenge. I mean, seriously. What are you guys gonna do? Throw poke balls at us?"
"Actually,..." Impetigo starts and then hurls the poke ball he was concealing behind his back which hits Ash in the nuts. As Ash is doubled over both Imp and Super Hero attack him with punches, kicks, scratches, and bites, trying to take the drunk off his feet. Insane Wonder can not come to his aid, however, because Wonder Hanna is distracting him. Hanna is writing her phone number on IW's hand, but Wonder doesn't see Sidekick sneaking up behind him. Suddenly, the monkey jumps onto Insane Wonder's back and covers his eyes and IW goes running blindly around the ring. Fortunately for the Lynch Mob, Wonder crashes right into Super Hero and Impetigo, causing all three men and the monkey (still clutching onto Wonder's head) to go
sprawling down to the canvas.
With the heat finally off Ash, he grabs his
barbed wire bat and while Insane Wonder is standing, he uses it to whack Sidekick off his back. As the wounded monkey retreats to the outside, Super Hero and Imp slowly rise to their feet but then are leveled again via shots to the head with Ash's bat. Ash grabs Imp by his feet and Wonder grabs him by his arms. They swing him back and forth for a bit before giving him the old "heave ho!" and tossing him out of the Asylum. Super Hero begins to stand and Ash helps him up with a knee to the face. Super Hero staggers around to face IW and gets a poke to the eyes. He turns again, this time facing Ash, and getting a fist between his eyes for his trouble. Turning away from Ash and back to Wonder, Super Hero gets kicked in the groin which causes him to turn to face Ash, once more. Ash scoops him up in fireman's carry position and spins a 360 as Wonder hops up to the top of the cage. Ash drops SH into an emerald fusion, completing the Hangover as IW comes off the rim of the Asylum with a 450 splash, spiking the move. The ten count was mandatory, and again the Lynch Mob won the fight in almost no time. In what was becoming a regular action, Ash picked up the mic yet again as the crowd booed the Lynch Mob.
"This is nothing more than a fucking joke! I said we wanted a fight, not some pushover super heroes who have a combined lower I.Q. than Matt! Fucking Christ! Once more, if anyone worth while thinks they can hold their own in the Asylum with us for more than a minute, step it up. No ring-out rules, once more."
Nothing happens. Except, Wonder gets hit in the head with what looks like dog shit, thrown in by some sick fan.
"See? What did I tell you people? The Asylum is nothing more than a bunch of fucking pussies! No one even has the balls to face us. This is bullshit, I ain't wasting any more time out he-..."
"Get to the Gone" by Static X interrupts Ash and for the first time tonight, Ash and Wonder look to each other with what could be considered worried expressions on their faces. The crowd erupts into a frenzy of boos as Broken Hope comes out from behind the curtain and begin to stalk their way down to the Asylum. Once there, they climb inside, and obviously eager to get their titles back attack the Lynch Mob immediately. Synn plastering Ash with right fists and Deicide all over Insane Wonder with punches, as well. Suddenly, however, "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Prong began to play over the PA system. Both the teams of Broken Hope and the Lynch Mob looked to the entrance ramp in confusion just in time to see the Knights of Apocalypse enter through the curtain, Archangel with a mic in hand.
"Those titles are ours! No one gets a title shot unless we're involved!"
The crowd cheers and starts up a chant of "Three-way dance! Three-way dance!"
"Alright," Nicodemus says, taking the mic from Angel, "We'll give you a three-way dance, but it'll look more like a one-sided asskicking!"
With that, Nico drops the mic and KoA runs down the ramp and steps into the Asylum. Broken Hope turns their backs on the Lynch Mob to do battle with KoA, and, as they do, Ash and Wonder decide to take the easy way out. Since Ash put out the no ring-out stipulation, their plan was well executed. With both of the other teams busy beating the living hell out of each other, the Lynch Mob jumped over the cage, out of the Asylum, and ran to the back, retaining their titles via no contest. Meanwhile, back in the Asylum, KoA and Broken Hope don't even seem to notice that the Team Champions are missing. They continue to brawl with one another until flocks of officials come down to Asylum to pull the two warring teams apart. Clearly, there are many issues still to be resolved between the teams we saw compete tonight.
And surely, a lot of teams want to get their hands on the Lynch Mob for their actions out here tonight.
LETS KEEP THIS PARTY PRIVATE
Kenny sits worried about a possible Borst attack while his guests are enjoying themselves dancing the cha-cha and doing the limbo.
Xearo L'Vagrant approaches Kenny and pats him on the back. He begins rapidly typing on a keyboard as words start coming out from his speaker.
"What's.the.mat-ter.Ken-ny?"
Kenny jumps from his seat, freaked out by the robotic sound coming from the machine he purchased Xearo. He quickly gets over it, however and sits back down.
"Well, I was just watching the tellie and it seems to me like Joe wants Borst to crash my party. This is supposed to be my night. And he also said that he wanted his credit card back. They can't do that to me! It's not fair!"
"Don't.wor-ry.Ken-ny. I.got.your.back."
"Luckily, I'm always prepared. Xearo, do me a huge favor and lock the doors."
Xearo quickly follows Kenny's orders as Kenny smiles to himself. He has Xearo wrapped around his pinky finger to do as he pleases. Kenny wonders aloud.
"Hmm.. Why would Borst take orders from Joe? He never took orders from anyone smaller than him."
EVEN LOWER CREDIT
"CALLOUS!" shouts Joe down the corridor. CaLLouS turns around and sees Joe. "Yeah, I am." CaLLouS smiles.
"Yo, CaLLouS... can you do me a favour?" Joe says quickly.
"Later." replies CaLLouS. "Haven't you heard about Pete?"
"No?" Joe says, looking puzzled. "What's happened to Pete."
CaLLouS sighs and shakes his head. "He got jumped. Twice... and there's also a rumour going around that he wet himself."
Joe looks a bit worried and replies. "What happened to him? Is he OK?" CaLLouS shrugs his shoulders. "I dunno, but I think I might go check on Zoe..." he says, with a huge smile on his face.
"But yeah, are you gonna go beat up Kenny?" Joe quickly says.
"Later." replies CaLLouS.
KENNY ROCK VS INMATE
ASYLUM CHAMPIONSHIP CONTENDERSHIP
Kenny had had a great night so far. His birthday celebrations, at the expense of Joe's credit card, had proven to be great fun... especially since neither Borst, Double Hard or CaLLouS decided to do anything to gate crash the celebrations. For them, later never came.
Inmate hadn't had such a bad night either. The word in the back is that Borst's knee is being heavily strapped, and it's extremely swollen... as well as his arm being i a sling after the attack from ArchAngel. Inmate had pretty much achieved what he wanted to.
Now, one of the two had the chance to top off a great night, by becoming the number one contender for Borst's title.
The Asylum Championship.
The fans were pumped up for this one, and the noise in the arena was close to deafening as the two squared off in the centre of the ring. Inmate was the first to strike, taking Kenny down with a quick drop toe hold, followed by an attempted ankle lock.
Kenny managed to kick his way out of the hold, and nipped up to his feet, only to feel Inmate's arms wrapped around his body, and being belly to belly suplexed by the former champion. The fans cheered as Inmate kicked Kenny's knee a few times, before dragging him back up by his hair.
Inmate landed a hard forearm shot to Kenny's nose, followed by an attempted clothesline, but Kenny ducked it, and raked Inmate's eyes. Kenny takes advantage, with a standing clothesline of his own, followed up with an elbow drop, and a headlock.
The head lock didn't stay locked on for long, and Inmate managed to get back to a vertical base, attempting to back suplex Kenny. Rock avoids the suplex by flipping over mid way through and landing on his feet, and the two motion towards eye other, as if they're about to swing a punch.
But they don't.
The reason being Double Hard and CaLLouS running down the aisle with steel chairs in hand!
Double Hard dives in the ring first, and is immediately taken down by both Kenny and Inmate. But while they're beating down Double Hard, CaLLouS sneaks in from behind and smacks Kenny on the back with the chair! Inmate turns around, only to be met with a chair shot to the head!
Kenny quickly scrambles out of the ring and makes his way up the aisle, while Double Hard and CaLLouS begin to wear out Inmate with a steel chair.
The fans suddenly erupt, when Joe steps out from the behind the curtain at the top of the aisle, block Kenny's path! It's seems that later did come in the end, and it was all a decoy!
Or was it?
The fans aren't so sure when Borst appears! He's on a crutch, with a heavily bandaged left knee, and his left arm is in a sling. Kenny was yet to find a way past Joe, but sees his opportunity to make a run for it when Borst shouts at Joe.
"HEY! CAMPBELL!"
Joe turns around, and Kenny darts past him and heads backstage. Joe doesn't look too pleased, but Borst glares at him... and Joe soon changes his expression.
The action cuts back to the ring, and both Double Hard and CaLLouS have beaten Inmate to a bloody mess with the steel chairs! Moments later, Borst and Joe manage to climb into the ring, and they both look on with smiles on their faces at Inmate gets hit over and over with the chair.
"Pick him up!" shouts Borst. Double Hard and CaLLouS comply, and Borst swings his crutch at Inmate, breaking the wood over his head! Borst falls to the floor after swinging, with his knee giving way, but he doesn't seem to bothered. He has a sadistic grin on his face, as do Double Hard and CaLLouS, while Joe has a sense of power surrounding him.
CaLLouS helps Borst up, and lets Pete lean on him to balance, as Joe, Double Hard, CaLLouS and Borst stand in a row in the Asylum, looking down on the battered Inmate.
The show comes to a close, as the new alliance look at their handy work.
It's their show now.
WINNER: NO CONTEST
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