Asylum Presents : Prestige 2009

[Obi]

John Walt: “Welcome to … PRESTIGE!!!!!!!“

The crowd screams, fireworks shoot into the atmosphere! From underneath the dark skies of Washington D.C, the open dome of the arena clearly displayed the atmosphere above. Red, yellow and green showers begin to spew around the top edges of the arena, as fireworks illuminate the night skies. Fans are then shown waving cardboard signs, yelling to the camera feed, and hugging one another.

The entrance way is now shown. A large car is hung over the entrance curtain. Written on top of the license plate of the car reads “PRESTIGE 2009”. More fireworks begin to spew out from the stage area. The fans love every minute of it.

The feed then cuts to the announcer’s table, positioned to the left of the stage area. Seated behind this table is J.J and Larry.

J.J: Welcome to Prestige 2009! The Asylum proudly brings this to you in hi def! I love it when we can do that, Larry!

Larry: Oh yes, if you are watching this in hi def, we will literally be in your living room! The excitement here is overwhelming here!

J.J: Washington D.C has truly turned out in full force. Our nation’s capital has always been a second home for The Asylum. I can’t help but notice however the immense amount of fans here carrying Chris Sabora merchandise.

Larry: I agree. It is almost scary. Chris Sabora has always been a fan favorite around The Asylum. His win last week was phenomenal. As most of you know, we had a Battle Royal in our main event last week. To say that it was a possible match of the year candidate would be an understatement.

J.J: I agree. Never in my time here have I ever witness the savagery that came about inside that ring. In the end, it would come down to one lone winner. A man whom has been held in high regard but has never fulfilled that promise…. Until now.

Larry: Chris Sabora became the number one contender on that night. Now, he stares into the eyes of our champion, Lincoln Daggerson. It has been already said that this match could very well go down as the greatest ever and it hasn’t even happened yet!

J.J: Lincoln is the master of many submission holds. His technical know how is legendary. Sabora is quite possibly his equal when it comes to mat warfare. I anxiously await the main event as we find out… who is the most dominant submission expert and world champion in history!

Larry: And then we have our Icon versus Icon match. Warrior will be stepping in the ring one more time…against The Strategic Assassin himself, Xplode.

J.J: These two have a huge amount of history between them. A former protégé of Warrior’s… Xplode would go on and make an equally deserving history for himself throughout his career. It was only a matter of time until these two clashed!

Larry: I know this is Prestige, but things may not stay so clean and cut during that fight. Neither Warrior nor Xplode know how to follow rules very well. No matter who wins, no one will be the same man after it is all said and done!

J.J: Well, let’s head to ringside for tonight’s first match of the night. Prestige… is underway!!!!!


John Walt: We now get to our first match of the night. It is scheduled for one fall. Coming out first, from Dallas… Texas. He is.. JACK BULL!

The speakers around the arena shake violently as the first chords of ’Spitfire’ by the Prodigy blasts and wails through them, sending the crowd into a frenzy of boos. The big screen lights up with images of Jack Bull from his prior matches. As the drum intro loudly slaps into the main bass line the stage explodes with a burst of pyros and spotlights. The main lights return as Jack Bull comes strolling out from the back to a renewed chorus of boos. As he comes down the ramp he ignores the fans and makes his way to the ring, scaling the outside of one of the corners to give the fans his ‘Horns Of The Bull’ taunt. Jumping down into the ring he then proceeds to each corner in turn to deliver the taunt.

J.J: Jack Bull is an enigma. He has ruthlessly set his sights on being the Brotherhood’s “Hitman” so to speak. Yet, in a way you could say that he has left them behind.

Larry: Agreed. If it wasn’t for Jack, Warrior may have felt the Drop Zone just a tad bit sooner by a very angry Xplode.

John Walt: And his opponent… Residing in Boston, Mass. He is COLE EVOLVER!

As the intro from the beginning of the song 4th Chamber blares through the loud speakers surrounding the packed arena of screaming fans this is heard "Choose the sword, and you will join me. Choose the ball, and you join your mother in death. I know you don't understand my words, but you must choose. So come boy, choose life or death."

Red lights flash everywhere as small pyro shoots out from the entrance ramp filling it with sparks pouring down. From the sparks comes Cole Evolver walking slowly through building a hype from the crowd, he walks down the cold hard steel ramp and slides into the ring hitting the black turnbuckles taunting the fans, finally he hops down and waits for the match to begin as his theme music blasts.

J.J: Cole Evolver returns to the ring in grand fashion, Larry!

Larry: He made his presence known last week by entering the Battle Royal in a way only possible by him!

J.J: I look forward to seeing if he still has it in the ring.

Both men stare at one another. The referee begins to pat down each person as the crowd screams out in a fever pitch! Jack Bull slightly cocks his head to the side, looking at the fans. He seems a bit confused… almost hurt.. As they boo him relentlessly. Cole Evolver smiles as he hops up and down inside the ring. Rubbing his hands together, he seems very excited to start the match. After a quick glance at each competitor, the ref signals….

The match has begun….

Jack Bull rushes Cole! Reaching out with both hands, he tries to grab Cole only to find nothing but air! Cole ducks underneath the grasp and comes up from behind Bull. Jack does not let this deter him however as he spins around, arm stretched, for a clothesline! Cole ducks once more, letting the arm whip over his head. Reaching out on his own, he hugs Jack Bull and yanks backwards!

BAM!

Jack crashes hard to the mat, a victim of a German Suplex! Cole Evolver quickly gets back to his feet followed by a now angered Jack Bull! Jack rushes Cole only to be caught in an arm coop, and then an arm toss for a follow up! Jack slams back down upon the mat, holding his back. The crowd cheers incessantly! Not wanting to make the same mistake, Jack stays upon one knee, holding his back and scowling at Cole Evolver. Cole nods at the crowd as he awaits the response!

J.J: Cole is on fire!

Larry: Never count out the Bull….

Rising back to his feet, Jack offers a test of strength, holding his hand high for Evolver to take. After checking with the fans a bit, Cole accepts the hand and they both lock up! Jack shifts gears though… faking the fair test of strength for a means to get closer to Evolver! Gripping Evolver by his hair, Jack unleashes a hellish punch to the face of Cole! Cole crashes hard to the mat and rolls a bit! Smirking, Jack walks up to Cole, pulling back and kicking Evolver hard upon the spine! Cole Evolver lands flat on his stomach.

Slightly crawling, Cole tries to escape the punishment to no avail. Grabbing the trunks of Evolver, Jack yanks him to his feet only to punch him hard at the base of his spine! This sends Evolver back down to the mat, holding one hand up in a sign of pain! Running backwards a bit, Jack uses the nearby ropes for momentum as he falls and drops an elbow on Cole’s back…. Causing further damage to the spine! The crowd begin to boo loudly!

J.J: Jack has turned it all around. Cole may be done.

Larry: Told you. Jack is far too powerful to go down without a fight.

Laying upon his stomach, Cole Evolver reaches out for the ropes, his face showing the agony that he feels. Jack Bull walks up to him, smirking some more. He knows that this match is under his control. Raising his boot for a powerful stomp…. Jack slams his foot down hard upon Cole to add more damage!

It never hits him.

Turning around with all the strength he could muster, Cole grips the waist of Jack Bull and pulls hard. Jack Bull, caught off guard, comes down hard and is rolled up into a small package!!!!! The referee slides down for the pin count.

1.…

2.…….

Jack quickly kicks out of it! Cole rolls over to his knees as Jack gets up. Cole then kicks out with his foot, sweeping Jack off his feet! Jack hits the mat hard! Cole uses the moment to struggle to his feet, his back still giving him pain. Jack Bull shakes off the pain and rises as well. Turning around, he receives a kick in the gut… and then a DDT! Cole lies upon his back after performing the maneuver upon Jack Bull. He seems spent! Jack is also on the mat, breathing hard. Rolling over, Cole drapes his arm over Jack for the pin count once more…

1.……

2.………..

Jack rolls to his side, breaking the count.

J.J: Jack will not give up.

Larry: His ability to take punishment is legendary!

Cole begins to rise again, grabbing a hold of Bull as he does so. Sliding Jack’s head under his arm, Cole attempts to perform a snap suplex. The pain in his back prevents him however as Jack Bull is dropped back to his feet. Cole knows that he must push forward…. Get passed the pain and get the job done… he MUST! Pulling back one more time, he begins to lift Jack off his feet a bit further. Unfortunately, the time waiting works against him as Jack springs to life once more. Punching Cole in the ribs, Jack is dropped to his feet once more. A few more punches and Cole is forced to release Jack’s head… Stumbling backwards as he does so.

Rushing forward, Jack holds his arm out powerfully and unloads on Cole Evolver’s outstretched neck! The clothesline completely destroys Evolver, causing Cole to actually flip in the air and slam to the mat below… landing face first on the mat!

J.J: That was a HUGE hit by Jack Bull!

Larry: Cole needs to regroup... now!

Feeling the adrenaline, Jack rushes Cole quickly, lifting him up to his feet. Scooping Cole up, Jack uses the body slam... driving Cole hard to the mat! The crowd cringes with the impact shown before them! Jack does not let up, running to the ropes he bounces off them.. jumping high in the air upon the return! Landing on top of Cole, Jack lifts the leg to get a pin count started..

1....

2...... Cole kicks out.. though barely. Jack slams his fist down upon the mat. His frustration is peaking. Rising to his feet, he motions to Cole to get up, his face is poised in determination. Cole slowly rises, his back is facing Bull as he groggily gets to his feet. The crowd knows what is about to happen. Turning around slowly, Cole catches sight of Jack just in time... or almost.

Cole tries to clothesline the oncoming Bull but finds nothing but air in the process. Jack easily ducks under the arm, scoops up Cole and runs for for the...

BULLCHARGE 2.0!!!!!

Cole falls upon his back, spent and completely wasted. The ref slides to the mat to begin the pin count.

1...

2......

3!!!!

John Walt: And winner of this bout... JACK BULL!!!!

The crowd begins to boo loudly. Jack Bull paces the ring a bit, very satisfied with his output on this night. With hands raised in the air, Jack celebrates inside the ring as his theme song plays proudly!

J.J: What a dominate match! The Brotherhood is off to a great start tonight!

Larry: That's right. Bull bought himself a very large victory tonight.

The Metal-Tron begins to come to life as the crowd grows silent. A brown desk is seen, with the bottoms of 2 black booted feet resting upon it. As the crowd begins to cheer like crazy… The boots come down. Seated behind the desk, Oblivion looks at the camera.. A bottle of Captain Morgan Rum held in his hand. The fans completely lose it… cheering loudly…

“ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH!”

Smirking a bit…Oblivion leans back further in his chair and reaches down out of view. After a bit of rustling, he turns to the camera once more and tosses two gold belts upon the table in front of the camera feed! They are….

J.J: THE ASYLUM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS???

Larry: Uh oh….

Taking another swig of the Rum, Oblivion begins to speak to the camera.

Oblivion: Prestige… We have a hell of a damn night planned don’t we?

The crowd begins to cheer loudly!

Oblivion: You are probably wondering as to why I have these two relics sitting on my desk. Well, I was digging through our ex-Commissioner’s shit. You wouldn’t believe what I found in there. Aside from this tasty bottle of Rum… I found these two little trinkets. I figure…. Why not bring these titles back to life… ey? ….

By Hourglass Hours… our next pay per view… we will have a new set of tag team champions. You know, I have never won these titles in my career. Looks like I am about to make two people’s day… aren’t I? Wait, it gets better.

J.J: MORE NEWS?

Larry: That seems to be Oblivion’s thing.

Oblivion: I am not really the type to play babysitter. It isn’t my thing. I am good at one thing. Kicking ass and taking names. Hell, they can keep the names as far as I am concerned. So, I am going to hire an assistant. No, I am not going to tell you who it is right now. I have had far too much of this Rum to decide right now. I will tell you on….

Monday Night Massacre.

For now, enjoy Prestige. I know I will……

Taking another sip of the Rum, Oblivion kicks the camera hard, cracking the lens. Sounds of laughter are heard as the feed cuts back to ringside.

J.J: A new assistant?

Larry: Every week we hear of new changes….. who KNOWS what to expect?

John Walt stands in the center of the ring with the microphone in his hand as "Swing Ya Rag" by T.I. pounds through the speakers.

Walt: And the first contender in this tag team contest, one fall to a finish, weighing in at 220 pounds, and hailing from Los Angeles, California… Dewayne Washington!

Dewayne Washington steps out from behind the curtains, walking slowly and confidently, head bobbing to the beat. He looks out at the crowd, feeling the energy, and throws up an "LA" sign before quickening his step. The huge chain around his neck bounces off his chest as he heads to the ring. He slides in, circles the ring once, then climbs a turnbuckle and points out at the crowd, bumps his chest twice, and raises his arms.

"Field of Dreams" by Bliss N Eso blares over the PA System as the fans rise out of their seats in excitement.

Walt: And his tag team partner, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 235 pounds, from Miami, Florida… Vincent Liger!

Liger runs out onto the stage and throws his arms up in the air pumping up the crowd. As the lyrics begin, he turns his direction towards the ring and begins to make his way down the ramp. As Liger approaches the ring, he makes his way up the stairs and quickly gets in. As Liger enters, he walks over to the far right turnbuckle and poses on the second rope. He makes an "X" by crossing his arms while raised. Liger turns around and hops off the ropes back onto the mat, and awaits for the match to start.

Walt: And their opponents…

The lights go dim, This Could Be Love begins to play through the PA.

Walt: Currently on his way to the ring, weighing in at 232 pounds, from Minnesota, Michigan… Nick Fudge!

Pyro flames shoot up, Fudge walks out to an adoring crowd. Fudge slides into the ring goes up on the turnbuckle and stares at opponent or checks out the crowd.

Silence fills the arena as the all the lights dim out.

Walt: And his tag team partner, weighing in at 210 pounds, from Athens, Georgia, The Sick 1… Trent Sickness!

A voice whispers through the PA system "Oh What's The Use". The stage then lights up in a dark red color. The voice then says quietly, "Pin Me, Pay Me." The crowd already knows who is coming out and the Titantron lights up with a black screen on it in sketchy red letters are "T S" Then "Disciple" by Slayer starts and the arena begins to shake. A flurry of red and orange lights begin to swirl around the arena as the song begins to kick into full gear. Then Trent Sickness walks out from behind the curtain wearing his old school black cut-off jean shorts and wrinkled "J.O.B." shirt. His head is looking straight to the floor. The crowd cheers immensely as Trent begins to shuffle his way down the aisle. Trent continues to stare at the ramp below not even caring about the fans that cheer and reach for him. He walks reluctantly over to the stairs and hesitantly climbs them giving the crowd indecisive looks with each step. Trent climbs into the ring and walks to the center of the ring. His eyes lock onto the camera and he just waves his hand as if he were pushing it away. Trent walks over to a corner of the ring and stands there awaiting the bell to ring....

Liger and Washington stand at the corner, briefly discussing who should be in the ring first. Washington flips a coin, and takes a quick look before stepping out, to leave Vincent Liger in the ring with Trent Sickness, who waits in his corner.

Washington agrees to let Liger start off the match for their team. Trent leads off for his. As the bell rings, the two warrior’s circle one another. The crowd begins to cheer like crazy. Locking up, Trent immediately takes the offensive! Siding Liger’s head under his arm, he wraps in a headlock tightly! Liger does not let things get out of hand however. Pulling backwards, he lifts Trent in the air and uses a German Suplex! Both men fall backwards to the mat upon impact. Liger quickly rises to his feet, wanting to keep up the momentum!

Bending over, he grabs Trent’s outstretched leg. Still a bit aware of things, Trent fights back with a few kicks to Liger’s bare chest. Liger, finally realizing the scope of the situation, releases the leg and backs up.. Allowing Trent to rise to his feet once more.

J.J: Wow.. These two are going at it!

As the two lock up once more, Liger gains the offensive this time around, applying a head lock of his own! Walking backwards, Liger brings Trent to his corner, right into a waiting Dewayne Washington!

(TAG!)

Dewayne climbs into the ring with the tag up. Jabbing Trent in the ribs, Dewayne assumes command as Liger steps out of the ring. A few more jabs later and Dewayne follows it all up with a quick snap DDT! He quickly covers for the pin…

1...

Trent kicks out of the pin!

J.J: It’s gonna take a bit more than that to pin the legend known as The Sick One.

Washington rises to his feet, grabbing Trent’s leg. This stops Trent from crawling to his corner. Grabbing a handful of hair, Washington begins to pick up Trent. Trent counters suddenly by dropping to his knees, slamming Washington’s chin into the top of Trent’s head. Washington stumbles backwards holding his chin!

Trent quickly scrambles towards his corner, raising his hand to slap the outstretched hand of Nick Fudge! The crowd cheers! The hands are about to connect….

But they don’t.

Washington gathers himself and rushes Trent, yanking him back into the ring once again. Pulling on Trent’s ankle, he turns over the Sick One and locks in the Hard Time Ankle Lock! Trent begins to scream, slamming his knuckles into the mat below. Nick Fudge quickly tries to enter the ring to save his partner, pushing aside the referee as he does so. As he gets to Trent, he never has a chance to help out.

Liger rushes him with a huge clothesline to Fudge’s neckline.

Fudge falls backwards as Liger heads back to his corner… smirking. Washington continues to hold on to the submission. He knows he has it all in the bag, he just has to focus and the win will be his. Trent begins to feel his world fade out. Reaching out with one arm, he tries to grasp the nearby bottom rope. He knows he can do it. The fans cheer him on… he just needs to stretch.

And he does.

The referee orders a release of the submission as Washington agrees, a look of irritation upon his face. Trent continues to hold on to the bottom rope as Washington approaches him, giving him a stiff kick to the spine for his troubles!

Larry: Ouch!

Walking back to his corner, Washington tags in his team mate. Liger enters the ring, very well rested and intent on causing damage. Grabbing a handful of hair, Liger easily lifts Trent to his feet. With an easy Irish whip, Liger sends Trent running across the ring area. Bouncing off the ropes, Trent returns only to duck under Liger’s grasp… and follow it up with a swinging neck breaker!!!!

The crowd really begins to get pumped up!

Liger hit’s the mat hard, holding his neck in agony. Trent falls to his knees, his breathing is labored. Slowly getting to his feet, he looks at the ropes once more.. Running to them and slides into a baseball slide, kicking Liger on the side of the head! Trent then rises, staring at his partner!

J.J: WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? TAG UP!

Walking towards his partner, Trent stretches out his hand! Washington tries to enter the ring in time! Hopping over the top rope, he rushes Trent.. Slamming him in the middle of his back with a forearm! It is too late however as Trent makes the tag on the way down to the mat!

As the crowd explodes, Nick Fudge enters the ring with all guns blazing! With a fist to the jaw, he lays into Dewayne Washington! Dewayne slams down to the mat but rises up immediately! Nick is ready as he repeats the punch, sending Washington down to the mat even harder! Nick is pumped up! The crowd is really into it now! As he prepares to nail Washington in the face once more, he is suddenly turned around by another person. Liger has come to his partners aid, wrapping his arms around Fudge and unleashing a hellish overhead belly to belly suplex! Fudge flies in the air, landing on… THE RING ROPES!

J.J: Oh wow….

Fudge bounces off the ropes and slaps hard against the mat! The referee orders that Washington leave the ring. Dewayne agrees. Liger is still full of energy. Rising to his feet, he turns around… right into a flying kick, off the top turnbuckle… from Trent Sickness.

Crowd: HOLY SHYIIIT! HOLY SHIIIIIIT!!!!!!

Liger rolls backwards unto the mat, his head is on fire. Washington does not let this bring the team down as he literally leans over the top rope.. Slapping his partner on the shoulder! Trent slowly rises to his feet, ushered out of the ring. Washington runs over to Nick Fudge who finally begins to stir, kicking him a few times. Pulling on his arm, he drags Fudge to the center of the ring. Lifting Fudge to his feet, Washington then completely picks up Fudge in a military press! Trent Sickness enters the ring once more to break up the hold but is stopped as Liger meets him halfway…. Performing the LIGER CUTTER! Trent hit’s the mat hard. Elsewhere, Washington nods and then lets go of Fudge, twisting his body into the follow up to his finisher… THE DRIVEBY!

Washington covers for the pin as Liger keeps an eye on Trent Sickness.

1.….
2.…….

3!!!!!

John Walt: And winner of this bout…. Dewayne Washington and Vincent Liger!!

The two men celebrate in the center of the ring as Trent and Nick slide out.

J.J: Dewayne and Liger really put on a show out there tonight.

Larry: We may be looking at tag team championship contenders!

J.J: I can see that. As a matter of fact, I can see that very much!

Larry: And now... these messages.

(Intermission)

[Obi]

(End of intermission)

J.J: Welcome back. We have already had quite an evening! The tag team titles are returning thanks to Warden Oblivion. The Brotherhood garnered their first win of the night and the team of Washington and Liger reined supreme.

Larry: Yeah, I have to say, this will all be hard to follow up on. It’s hard to believe that there is still more to come.

J.J: More to come? That’s an understatement. The Hardcore Championship is to be battled over next. Brett Cross will be looking for a bit of payback due to the Brotherhood’s involvement in the Battle Royal a few weeks back.

Larry: And with anything available to use as a weapon.. Let’s just say I am glad I am not in the Brotherhood!

J.J: Let’s get to ringside where John Walt is about to begin the match,

JJ: The Asylum staff have brought the weapons out to ringside so let’s get this thing underway!

All the lights go out, then Pain Redefined starts up. Diabolik steps out onto the ramp.

John Walt: This match is scheduled for one fall and will be for the Asylum Hardkore Championship! Coming to the ring at this time, the challenger weighing in at 247lbs. He is Diabolik!

As the lights go red, he walks slowly down the ramp and stares straight ahead at the ring as he walks, and when he reaches it, he rolls up onto the mat. The music stops and Diabolik sits down in the corner, waiting for his opponents to arrive.

The sounds of Inis Mona's intro blare out of the PA system and in the quiet before the first verse, pyros go off over the entrance and Brett Cross and Tom "The Eh" Roberts make their way out from underneath a waterfall of golden sparks. Inis Mona continues as the two walk down the ramp, Tom Roberts interacting with the fans as Cross walks down to the ramp, his face full of motivation.

Walt: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Tom Roberts. Standing 6’10” he is Brett Cross!

Cross steps up to the ring using the steps and then climbs in over the top rope as Roberts stays at ringside, cheering on his friend. Cross extends his arms wide in the middle of the ring in a symbol of the cross and then removes The Hammer Mjollnir from over his neck before kissing it and placing it over the turnbuckle. After, he turns to his opponent while loosening up for the match and awaits the arrival of Hi Octane.

Learn the Hard Way by Nickelback blares throughout the arena as flames erupt from the stage. Princess Firepower comes out, wearing a "Don't Fire Hi Octane" T-shirt, and holds up her arms. Hi Octane walks out wearing a black suit and sun glasses. He rolls his neck and adjusts his suit before grabbing Princess Firepower's hand and walking down to the ring, pulling her behind him.

Walt: And their opponent, he is the current Asylum Hardkore Champion! Hi Octane!!

Hi Octane walks up the steps and enters the rings, holding the ropes open for Firepower. Once she's in the ring, Octane removes his suit coat and shirt, and Princess Firepower grabs the sides of his pants and rips them off revealing Octane's Wrestling tights. Firepower climbs out of the ring where she cheers Octane on.

But before the bell has even rang Diabolik runs with a full head of steam and hits a hard clothesline on the fresh Hi Octane. Octane gets up quickly but is met with hard punches from Diabolik sending him back down. Cross looks at both men as they brawl on the canvas and decides to climb to the outside where he picks up a steel chair. Sliding back into the ring the big man crashes the chair across the back of Diabolik and then throws it down onto Octane who is bleeding from the nose. Cross then goes for a pin 1...2*shoulder up*

JJ: Well Diabolik started off aggressively there but ended up being a victim to a Brett Cross attack.

Larry: Who isn’t a victim to a Brett Cross attack!? The man is an animal.

Cross much like Diabolik starts to hit some hard punches on the fallen Hi Octane busting his nose up even more. Cross then picks Octane high up in a gorilla press position and looks to the outside where Diabolik has retreated to. Brett then throws Octane to the outside causing him to fall onto Diabolik. The crowd go wild as Brett climbs over the ropes and to the outside. Diabolik starts to stir and sees the big Viking warrior coming towards him. Thinking fast he grabs a kendo stick from under the ring and crashes it across the head of Cross. Brett barely recognises the hit as Diabolik cracks it again over the big man’s head which sends him down to one knee. The stick is splintered as Diabolik drops it and grabs a steel chair. Lifting the chair up high Diabolik crashes it fiercely down onto the head of Brett Cross sending him flat on his chest in a daze and blood to trickle from his forehead. Diabolik lifts the chair up with one arm and taunts the fallen Brett. The crowd boo loudly.

JJ: Well Diabolik has started to make a huge comeback now.

Larry: Yeah looks like he may have put Brett in a coma!

Octane starts to stir as Diabolik walks over with the chair in hand. Octane manages to get a punch to Diaboliks chest causing him to drop the chair and grasp his mid section. Octane gets up and throws Diabolik into the guard rail leaving him slumped chest first across it. Hi Octane then sees an opportunity and climbs to the ring apron. He charges across and then dives off with a huge leg drop that connects on Diabolik crushing him against the guard rail. Octane stands back up and taunts to the crowd who cheer loudly. Just as Hi Octane turns around however he is met with a steel chair that smashes into his face courtesy of Brett Cross. Tom Roberts cheers his friend in as Octane holds his face in pain.

JJ: Wow looks like he might have just broken Octane’s nose completely with that one.

Larry: Well I’m expecting Octane’s nose to be on the other side of his head.

Brett wipes the blood away from his head and looks under the ring. He eventually pulls out a table and sets it up at ringside whilst Diabolik who is still hurting from the leg drop tries to get to his feet. Brett grabs him by the hair and hits some hard forearms and clubbing blows to the back of Diabolik. Brett pulls Diaboliks head in between his legs and looks to powerbomb him through the table. Cross lifts Diabolik up high but Diabolik starts to wriggle and punch Brett in the head, opening up his cut. Diabolik suddenly pushes himself off of Brett’s shoulders and grabs his neck. Pulling down hard Diabolik DDT’s Brett through the table sending both men crashing down. Shards of wood litter the ringside area as the crowd chant loudly.

JJ: What a reversal there from Diabolik!

Larry: I really can’t tell who got the better of that exchange. Both men look like they took on a lot of damage there.

As both men lay in the wreckage of the table Diabolik manages to get a shoulder over Brett 1...2..*Hi Octane breaks up the pin!* After breaking the pin the bloodied Octane then starts to stomp on the lowly Diabolik making sure he stays down. Octane then looks under the ring and pulls out another table which he gets Princess Firepower to set up. Hi Octane then looks under the ring again and pulls out a huge steel ladder sending the crowd into a frenzy. Octane slides the ladder into the ring and then sets it up. Diabolik manages to pull himself into the ring and gets to his feet.

JJ: Why is there a ladder here?!

Larry: It’s a harkore match JJ! Who cares what weapons these guys use?

Octane grabs the ladder and jerks it forward into Diabolik’s face. Diabolik however retaliates and jerks the ladder into Octane’s face. Both men then start to ascend the ladder punching each other as they climb up. They reach the top of the ladder and start to brawl as the crowd look on. Brett Cross however starts to get up however he still seems hurt from the DDT. Brett manages to get up to a firm base and stumbles into the ring and towards the ladder. He grabs Diabolik by the foot and tries to pull him off. Diabolik however starts to wriggle Brett off and eventually kicks him in the face and then carries on brawling with Octane. Cross however shakes off the kick and grabs the ladder. He then starts to push it in the direction of Diabolik and the table at ringside. Diabolik looks on in shock as Octane jumps off the ladder. Diabolik then flies back and crashes hard into the table at ringside. The crowd goes crazy as both Brett and Octane collapse inside the ring.

JJ: Diabolik just flew 15 feet through a table!

Larry: He doesn’t look good at all.

Brett Cross begins to stir. Debris has almost fully covered the ring side area. Rising to his feet like a warrior amongst his enemies, Brett Cross looks around the arena. Raising both hands, blood is seen dripping down his massive bicep as he howls a savage war cry! The fans ignite in cheers. Brett Cross has somehow brought himself back to full on alertness once again.

J.J: How does he do it?

Larry: Cross is a damn viking! It takes a damn nuclear missile to put them down for the count!

J.J: Sadly, his competitors seem to be short of those.

Stepping over the debris, Cross grabs a handful of Octane's neck.. lifting him off the mat easily. To his right, Diabolik still does not make one effort to move at all. To the awe of the fans, Cross holds Octane up by his hair! Showing the arena his badly beaten opponent.

With one quick effort, Cross lifts Octane up high and unleashes THE CHARIOT! The ref slides down for the pin count...

1......

Diabolik begins to stir....

2........

Diabolik rises to his feet but falls back over, spitting blood out of his mouth as he does so.

3!!!!

John Walt: And winner of this bout... AND THE NEW HARDKORE CHAMPION... BRETT CROSS!

Cross's music begins to play as he is handed the hardkore strap. The fans begin to stomp their feet for their hero as Cross looks upon them, a hero triumphant.

J.J: What a damn good match!

Larry: I am still in shock!

J.J: Let's head backstage, where Mark Rivera waits with Xplode at ready. Mark?

The camera feed cuts backstage where Mark Rivera is seen holding a mic.

Mark Rivera: We are here, backstage at Prestige with The Strategic Assassin himself… XPLODE! How are you doing?

Standing beside Mark Rivera, Xplode flicks his wet hair back. He holds a monster energy drink in his hand. His white shirt is damp from the water being poured upon it.

Xplode: I am fine. As a matter of fact…. I am standing here just counting down the minutes until I get to kick Warrior’s ass in.

The crowd begins to cheer as Xplode speaks.

Mark Rivera: You look focused.

Xplode: I am.

Mark Rivera: Any damage from that wall last Monday? Warrior really did a number on you.

Xplode flexes his arm a bit. The shoulder that is exposed looks ripped with muscles. Slight scratches could be seen upon the skin.

Xplode: Nope, I am 100% It was just a surface wound to be honest. If that is the best that Warrior can do.. He is in for a long night.

Mark Rivera: It seems that no matter where you turn lately, The Brotherhood has been there to make life hell for you. Any thoughts?

Taking a quick time to sigh, Xplode sips from his drink and speaks…

Xplode: Yeah, The Brotherhood has been in my way. Tonight… I kill them off. I could have taken the time to beat the hell out of everyone that allied themselves in that retarded group but why do that when I can bring down the heart of the problem… Warrior. Tonight, I do just that.

Mark Rivera: Well before we get back to ringside, any last comments?

Xplode: Yeah. Over the last few weeks, people have questioned me as far as why I am called The Strategic Assassin. Well, tonight.. I remind the world of who the hell I am. There is nobody better than me… bar none. I am going to beat Warrior within an inch of his life and leave him a crippled old man. Then, I will be coming for my world title back. And when I say MY world title….. I mean it. I have yet to get my rematch for a belt that I should never have lost in the first place. This Prestige will be one to remember… I assure you of that.

Mark Rivera: Ok, thank you Xplode… back to you J.J!

J.J: So now we get to our next match up. The Brotherhood are 1 and 1 tonight. Maybe they can get back on the winning side of things in a huge way right here!

Larry: That's right. Chance Fusion will put the Pure Title up for grabs against James The Vindicator Vincent.

J.J: This should be a great match up.

John Walt: Our next bout with be for the Asylum Pure Championship!!! Coming out first.. The challenger. James Vincent!!!

The lights go out in the arena accept for a few streams of silver light in the audience. "Lunatic Fringe" by Red Rider kicks. JDV's haunting laugh is heard followed by MONDAY NIGHT VINDICATION IS HERE!!!!!

This signals the fans that JDV is here and the fans start screaming, the lights kick in and white smoke emerges from beneath the ramp and James slowly walks into the arena and overtop of the smoke with his back turned and his arms sticking out...a barrage of blue, silver and gold pyro shoots out from both sides of the ramp and James turns around quickly showboating to the crowd and slicking his hair back.

James slowly walks down the ramp not looking at the fans and immune to their taunts, when he reaches the apron he stares his opponents down and circles around the ring toward the announcers tables.

Once he approaches the tables he removes his jacket and shades and throws them on the table. James stares Larry and JJ down while he applies chalk to his hands and then does a chalk clap simillar to LeBron James while blue and white pyro shoots out of the four ring posts and the cameras in the audience go off he turns around and slides into the ring and stands in his corner staring his opponents down.

John Walt: And his opponent. The PURE CHAMPION..CHANCE FUSION!

The opening chords of "Before the Storm" by Firewind echo throughout the arena as black lights and dark red lights flicker through the arena. The first riffs of the song hit as Chance ominously steps out onto the stage with the Pure Championship fastened around his waist, ignoring the crowd entirely. Amy follows close behind, smirking at the audience at the mere presence of her husband. Chance makes his way down the ramp, finally reaching the ring and leaping straight to the apron from the floor. Chance steps through the ropes before glancing out at the crowd for a moment. He then looks to Amy, as he removes his championship and passes it down to his wife. He quickly puts his focus back on the match at hand then, readying himself for his opponent and waiting for the match to begin

J.J: I can’t wait to get this match started!

Larry: Me neither! The atmosphere is electric!

The bell rings. Chance Fusion stares at the Pure Championship as it is taken away by the referee. The crowd cheers loudly..

The bell rings.

JDV does not hesitate as he rushes Chance, taking him down to the mat. Unleashing punches that would crumble mountains, JDV starts off the match in a big way. Chance blocks each punch as best as he can as the referee warns JDV to halt the attack. Looking up at the referee, JDV smiles at the ref. He then looks down at Chance who quickly takes advantage of the situation, poking JDV in the eyes. The ref now warns Fusion.

J.J: These two are really taking it to each other!

Rolling off of Chance, JDV shakes his head back and forth, rubbing his eyes as he does so. Chance rises to his feet, walks over to JDV and performs a standing knee drop upon JDV’s shoulder blade! JDV rolls forward, holding his shoulder area. Grabbing a hold of JDV’s arm, Chance continues the assault, dropping multiple elbows in the shoulder region! JDV is finally released as he begins to squirm about upon the mat in pain!

Chance smiles, he knows that the match is going exactly as planned. He walks over to JDV, picking him up easily. JDV counters though with a chop to the throat! Chance stumbles backwards as JDV steps forward… right into a fireman’s carry! JDV hit’s the mat hard once again as Chance performs a picture perfect move! Rubbing his throat a bit, Chance picks up JDV and offers up an Irish whip! This sends JDV into the ropes and back. JDV counters by launching forward with a flying shoulder! This seems to hurt JDV more than Chance as his shoulder was previously injured, Chance falls to the mat, only to sit up and shake his head.

Both men rise to their feet, a bit slower this time. JDV swings a clothesline with all that he has, only to have Chance duck underneath the attempt.. Bend him backwards, and lay a reverse DDT upon him. Chance finally signals for the end.

J.J: I didn’t think it would be this big of a squash match.

Larry: If Chance hit’s The Predator, then it is lights out for JDV.

Chance stalks JDV, ready to perform his finisher. Slowly rising, JDV stumbles a bit and then comes to a stop. His head is very groggy. He turns around to search for Chance… it is all but over.

Running, Chance attempts The PREDATOR! In a miracle effort, JDV quickly regains himself.. Shoving Chance Fusion off of him! Reaching out, JDV nails the fisherman suplex! He holds it for a pin count…

1.…

2.……

Chance kicks out!

Both men roll over and face each other. Chance locks up with JDV but is countered yet again! Sliding himself into position, JDV nails the full nelson backbreaker! Chance hit’s the mat hard and rolls out of the ring! He stares up at The Vindicator, confused and angered.

J.J: Prestige is about to be Vindicated!

Larry: Don’t forget about Chance, he is never out of the ball game.

Pointing at JDV, Chance pretends to climb in the ring. As planned, JDV reaches out to Chance to grab a handful of hair. Chance counters by grabbing the head of JDV and bringing him down upon the top rope! JDV falls backwards to the mat below, writhing in agony!

Climbing the top turnbuckle, Chance waits for the right time, until launching off into the air for a flying head butt! He nails JDV on the side of his forehead and quickly turns him over for the pin!

1…
2……

JDV kicks out… barely. Chance realizes that he is wearing down his opponent so he proceeds to pick up JDV, setting up for a fisherman’s DDT! Yanking back, JDV stops it by inserting his leg in the right manner. Then, in a bold move, he pulls back with a snap suplex! Both men hit the mat hard.

J.J: They are almost… equal?

Larry: I agree. This will come down to the wire.

JDV tries to sit up. His abs are on fire and they fight him every bit of the way. To his side, Chance Fusion rises as well, although a bit more quickly. He tries to grab JDV’s leg for a sharpshooter but is pushed away by The Vindicator with a few foot thrusts. Chance, not wanting to give up, grabs the head of JDV and brings him to his feet. With a strong effort, Chance attempts an Irish whip but is countered by JDV, sending Chance to the ropes instead! Chance runs to the ropes and returns… right into a pendulum backbreaker! Chance holds his back in agony. That move took a lot out of him. Rolling over, JDV grabs the chin of Chance and applies a chinlock! The crowd reacts heavily as Chance reaches out to the fans, looking for any kind of help!

J.J: That has to hurt.

Larry: Wanna see?

Rising up slightly, JDV slams his knee into Chance’s back while holding the chin lock. Chance feels his back wanting to give away! After a few brief moment, Chance begins to power out of the hold, slowly pulling the hands away. JDV switches up the pace, yanking his hands free and then drop kicking Chance to the middle of his back! Chance rolls forward, screaming in pain.

Looking around the crowd, JDV now announces that he wants to end the match. Walking over to Chance, he bends over to grab a handful of hair. The Vindicution is on his mind.

He yanks up…

Chance looks up…

Chance…. Grabs JDV’s shoulder, bringing him down to the mat and into a small package!!!!! The ref slides down to the mat…

1…

2……

In a daring move, JDV somehow manages to reverse the package!!!! Rolling the opposite direction!!! Chance has no chance to rebound!

1……

2………

3……………

Chance kicks out of the small package! It is too late! JDV somehow beat him at his own game!

John Walt: And your NEW Asylum Pure Champion…. James VINCENT!!!!!!

The crowd begins to boo heavily. Chance is in shock. He watches as the Pure title is handed to JDV. Pleading with the officials, he slaps his hands together.

J.J: Obviously Chance feels he was screwed.

Larry: He can feel that way all he wants. We all saw what happened. The Brotherhood wins again. The Pure Championship has been… Vindicated!

James Vincent walks up to a nearby turnbuckle post. Holding the title high for all to see, he rubs it in the fan’s faces. Chance rolls out of the ring, shaking his head and heading towards backstage….


And then.. The lights suddenly .. go ..out..

J.J: What is going on?

The lights spring back to life as JDV turns around. Standing behind him is a new man in the ring. With his hands on his hips, Michael De’ Archangel only stares at the newly crowned Pure Champion. Neither man makes a move.

Finally, JDV raises the title, showing it to MDA. He smiles. MDA responds by gesturing for a title around his waist.

Larry: Uh oh…. MDA is back. And he is making it very clear what his intentions are.

JDV rolls out of the ring laughing. Slinging the Pure title over his shoulder, he backs up as he heads backstage. MDA continues to stare at him from inside the ring.

J.J: We are going to hear a word from our sponsors.. When we return, it is Main event time!

(Intermission)

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J.J: Well we are now getting to the last two matches of the evening. Tonight, we have not one but 2 main events!

Larry: And our first one is about to begin!

J.J: Our next match has a long and storied history. Once upon a time, there was but one face of evil. Asylum Legend, Warrior, really unleashed hell upon the federation. When it came to ruthlessness and aggression, there was no one better.

Larry: That's right. Along the way, he garnered the attention of one man. Xplode, The Strategic Assassin, looked up to Warrior throughout his career. Along the way, Xplode became the newest face of evil in The Asylum.

J.J: It was only a matter of time until these two men faced each other. Tonight, we find out just who truly is King of Deception. One man will stand tall when all is said and done. We bring you... ICON versus Icon!


Larry: Both of these men come from similar angles in life. Warrior was known at one time to be the most evil, vile competitor in the Asylum. For his generation, he was the most evil of the bunch. His opponent is his equal in every way. Xplode has gone on a reign of terror from the moment that he first stepped in an Asylum ring. For this generation.. He has truly been the best in his craft.

J.J: With weeks and weeks of almost confrontations between these two… we finally watch them square off in what some would call a dream match.

Larry: It isn’t a dream match… It’s ICON vs. ICON!

J.J: I think that name has been copyrighted already…..

John Walt: And now our first Main Event of the evening… It is scheduled for one fall. This is… the ICON versus ICON match! Coming to the ring first…..he is the Strategic Assassin…. XPLODE!

The arena lights go dark. A few sounds are overheard. The stage suddenly is illuminated as blue lights shine upon 4 men standing in the corner of the stage. GODSMACK holds their instruments, smiling to the fans. Sully Erna, the lead singer, holds a microphone and speaks to the fans…

Sully: HELLO WASHINGTON D.C! WE ARE HERE… AND READY TO BRING YOU…. THE ENEMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd explodes in cheers!!!

Sully: One… two… three…. Four!!!!!!

The music begins to play! The crowd screams! The lights dim! “The Enemy” plays loudly as Godsmack performs live for the fans. Sully Erna jams hard on the bass guitar, as a figure walks through the black entrance curtain. Looking down upon the steel flooring, Xplode flicks his wet hair back. Turning towards the band, Xplode points in their direction before taking a sip of his Monster Energy Drink. Behind him, the words “THE ENEMY” flashes upon the screen. Stepping towards the band, Xplode stops by the drummer and stares at him. He looks focused. The fans scream in approval.

After a few moments, the chorus of the song kicks in as Xplode begins to head down to the ring. Stopping at Ringside, he turns to stare at the fans. A dark haired woman holds a sign that reads “KILL WARRIOR!”. Stepping towards her, Xplode takes the sign and carries it up the metal steps of the ring. Standing on the ring curtain, Xplode raises the sign for all to see! Godsmack continues to jam live to the packed house as the lights flash on and off! Stepping through the ring, Xplode climbs a turnbuckle post and points to Godsmack once more before flexing to the fans! They respond by cheering loudly for him in return.

J.J: Now THAT was an intro.

Larry: Damn… I feel like a roadie or something.

John Walt: And now… the opponent….

The crowd begins to boo loudly.

John Walt: The leader of The Brotherhood… he is… WARRIOR!

"Mescalero" by ZZ Top bangs throughout the arena as the crowd nearly tears the roof off of the building with cheers. Warrior steps out onto the stage in a classic black singlet with his name emblazoned on the back. Different than his past ones, this one has a small orange 'C' on one of the front shoulder straps. It resembles one's usually meaning 'Captain', but this one most likely stands for 'Commissioner'. Warrior smirks as he makes his way down the ramp. Once to the ring, Warrior makes his way up the steps one step at a time, finally stepping into the ring and going to one of the corners. Once on the corner, he raises his arms to more cheers as he hops back down and waits for his opponent to arrive.

The two men immediately walk to the center of the ring. Neither man backs down from the other as they stare into each other’s eyes. The ref can barely keep them apart as he explains the rules to each man.

J.J: I don’t think they care what the rules are.

Larry: Ladies and gentlemen.. You are about to witness history. This is brought to you by The Asylum Video Game! Coming to you next month for the PS3 and Xbox 360!

The bell rings as the crowd gets to a fever pitch! Xplode struts towards the middle of the ring once more, as Warrior glances about the arena. He seems.. Uncomfortable. Yanking on a rope, he steps towards Xplode who is now smiling at him. Speaking in words that could not be overheard, Warrior taunts Xplode. In response, Xplode casually lifts his hand to offer the middle finger in return.

J.J: He is offering his respect to Warrior!

Now irate, Warrior lunges forward, taking Xplode down to the mat. The two begin to strike at one another, taking turns mounting each other. It has become a bit of a street fight in the center of the ring. The referee breaks the two apart, offering a warning to each man. Warrior doesn’t seem to care as he shoves Xplode back. Xplode quickly retaliates by spitting on Warrior’s face! Warrior begins to yell at the referee, ordering a disqualification to be handed out!

J.J: Warrior is right. This is a classic rules only match.

Larry: Xplode was only offering to wash his face!

J.J: Yeah right.

The two lock up again, neither man wanting to give anything up to the other. Hatred is evident between the two as Warrior gains the offensive. Applying a standing headlock. He uses his body size to lean in on Xplode who desperately tries to break the hold. With his legs slightly spread, Warrior turns his waist, applying body pressure to the rib area of Xplode. Thinking quickly, Xplode lifts Warrior off his feet, taking Warrior by surprise, and falls backwards for a back breaker!

Both men desperately scramble to their feet, almost in perfect unison. Warrior grabs for Xplode first, hooking an arm and lifting quickly. Xplode is held up in the air awhile, his feet completely vertical. With the crowd in awe, Warrior falls backwards, nailing a vertical Suplex! Xplode hit’s the mat hard, holding his back! Warrior covers quickly for the pin!

1.……

Xplode kicks out!

Warrior rolls off of Xplode, quickly to his feet. Xplode is a bit slower, though he gets to his feet as well. Wanting to stop any attacks from Warrior, Xplode lashes out with a punch that Warrior easily dodges! He uses the fact that Xplode has exposed his back to his advantage… applying the Dragon Sleeper hold! The fan scream!

J.J: Wow… Warrior is relentless!

Holding in the move.. Warrior grins as he applies pressure! Xplode slides his hands underneath Warrior’s arm. Warrior clamps down hard, not wanting to give up his position. His eyes grow wide as Xplode displays his power! Getting a grip, Xplode removes the hold by slowly pulling the arms away from his head… turning himself around as he does so. His back leg shakes from the exertion. Warrior finally gives up on the hold, yanking his arms free from Xplode’s grasp!

Spearing Warrior, Xplode brings Warrior down to the mat and then proceeds to mount him! With lefts and rights, Xplode unleashes hell inside of a tightly packed fists! Warrior tries to block the punches but Xplode will not let up! The referee walks over to Xplode pulling him off of Warrior. Warrior easily takes advantage of this as he rolls over to his knees.

Pulling Xplode’s legs back to him, he turns the Strategic Assassin over and applies a elevated Boston Crab!! The crowd is really getting into it as Xplode reaches out for the ropes in agony. Warrior leans down, his body weight keeps Xplode from going anywhere!

Larry: Warrior is a submission expert himself. He is in true form tonight.

J.J: Yeah, Xplode may be out of his league if he doesn’t get off that mat.

Still holding the crab, Warrior smiles as Xplode’s lights begin to dim. He stares out at the crowd, each fan cheering him on to victory. His breathing becomes labored. His arms… heavy.

And yet, he still does not give up.

Turning quickly, he remembers the golden rules of submission reversals…Every submission hold can be countered. Turning quickly, he powers out of the crab… then kicks Warrior’s backside driving him forward! Xplode then tries to get to his feet, but stumbles to the ropes and hangs on them. He is a bit more damaged then he thought he was! Warrior sees this, planting his feet.

J.J: This is it! The Rage!

Running full steam, Warrior drives at Xplode to attempt THE RAGE! Xplode side steps at the last minute, moving out of the way. Warrior is too smart for that though, as he stops himself just shy of running through the ropes and out of the ring. Standing upright, he points at his forehead to mock the fans and then turns around to face Xplode once more

Right into a DDT!

Driving Warrior’s head to the mat hard, Xplode performs a picture perfect DDT! Both men fall to the mat and remain there. The fans are screaming in a frenzy! The referee begins to do a slow count.

1.……

2……

3………

Neither man moves. Warrior’s arms slightly twitch.

4.…………

5.……………………

Warrior quickly turns over! His arm draping over Xplode who still has shown no sign of life! The referee falls to the mat and counts the pin count!


1…

2……

Xplode raises one arm, lifting his shoulder off the ground!!! The fans go crazy! Warrior remains upon his stomach, one hand wiping the hair out of his eyes! His look is disgusted. Rising to his feet slowly, he grabs a handful of Xplode’s hair and brings him to his feet as well. Pushing Xplode’s head down, he begins to perform a double under hook piledriver but is shoved away suddenly. Xplode is awake yet again! With a kick to the gut, Xplode doubles Warrior over and hooks the arms! THE DROP ZONE is about to be performed!

Or maybe not….

Warrior uses his upper body strength by lifting Xplode off his feet as he straightens out, sending the Strategic Assassin over his head and unto his back below! Warrior then falls to one knee, he realizes how close he had just come to a certain defeat….

J.J: This match is intense!

Larry: Everyone in this arena is completely glued to the action inside that ring!

Rising from his feet, Warrior grabs a handful of Xplode’s hair. Yanking him to his feet, he wraps up Xplode and pulls back… nailing the Colorado Suplex!

J.J: That’s Warrior’s signature move! The end could be near!

Still on the offense, Warrior rises to his feet and stumbles forward a bit. He is feeling a bit worn out. With a quick glance around the arena, he looks down at Xplode who is slowly getting up as well. Warrior waits for Xplode to rise, then locks in a sleeper hold!!!! Xplode struggles, flailing his arms about like a rag doll!!! Warrior grunts as he quickly pulls back, turning a sleeper hold into a sleeper suplex!!! Xplode again crashes to the mat hard. This time falling with a loud slap! Warrior drops on Xplode, grabbing a leg for the pin count!!!

1…

2………

Xplode raises his arm again. His forefinger slowly moving from right to left. He still will not give up!

J.J: We are seeing Xplode go from bring one of the most ruthless competitors in the Asylum to a legend before our very eyes. I can’t believe this. We have the legend himself, Warrior, unleashing hell in a hand basket upon a man who idolized him his whole life. And yet, no matter what Warrior pulls out of his hat… he can not seal the deal. Xplode just will.. not.. give.. up!

Slamming his fist down upon the mat, Warrior rises to his feet slowly. He spits to his right and looks down upon his fallen enemy. His mind races. Below him, Xplode looks up at his former idol. He smiles. Blood can be seen covering the whites of his teeth. With one white taped hand, Xplode motions for Warrior to come get him yet again!

Larry: Xplode is taunting Warrior!! Why would he do that?

Warrior nods. One thing is clear to Warrior. If he can’t get Xplode to win by pin fall.. he will just break him then! It was time for the War Cry! Bending over slightly, Warrior reaches out to Xplode. In a flash, Xplode kicks out, knocking Warrior right off his feet! The crowd explodes!!!!!

Sliding over to Warrior, Xplode grabs a nearby arm and wrenches it backwards, locking in an armbar!!!! Warrior shouts in pain! The arm bar is applied to full degree!!!!

Warrior pulls hard, his upper body strength waning. He begins to break the hold. Xplode slowly rises to his feet, holding on to his arm the whole time. Wrapping one leg over the arm, Xplode uses his own version of a small package! The ref slides down to the mat for a pin count!

1.….

2.……

Warrior kicks out! Xplode rises to his feet, slightly falling against a turnbuckle post. His long hair is matted in sweat as it hangs down, covering his faces. His breathing is labored. He does not have much left in the tank. Warrior however, had much… much more. Launching to his feet, he dusts off his knee pads and runs full steam! He nails THE RAGE perfectly, drilling a shoulder into Xplode’s spine! This causes Xplode to turn around and slump against the turnbuckle post. Warrior backs up, he wants to completely decimate his foe. He plans to do this…. With another RAGE!

Running forward, Warrior lowers his shoulder. He plans out his attack, waiting to hear the ribcage of his opponent snap upon impact. Xplode, looking up through tired eyes, waits.

Warrior runs in…

Xplode rolls to the side!!! Instead of flesh, Warrior spears the turnbuckle post! Rising to his feet, Xplode stumbles backward, throwing his body against the ropes behind him. He meets Warrior who is now holding his arm with a running knee strike! This doesn’t send Warrior to the mat surprisingly. Seeing this, Xplode kicks Warrior in the gut and unleashes a spike DDT!!! This sends Warrior to the mat hard! Sitting back up, Xplode looks around the arena.. Slightly smiling and nodding to the fans.

Xplode turns over and gets back to his feet then stops to look down at his fallen enemy. Warrior, the legend, former champion, has given his all. Who knew what Warrior had left in the tank. Knowing this, Xplode decides to press the attack. Grabbing a handful of hair and pulling him up. Warrior tries to slap Xplode’s hand away but Xplode yanks harder.. Pulling him to his feet.

As Xplode begins to scoop Warrior up for a body slam, Warrior drops to his knees.. Hitting a jaw breaker! Xplode staggers backward, holding his jaw! Warrior rises to his feet, ready to clothesline the hell out of Xplode!

It never hits.

Xplode ducks under the clothesline, kicking Warrior in the gut in the process! Grabbing Warrior’s arm’s Xplode goes for THE DROP ZONE, nailing it perfectly!! Warrior slaps hard on the mat below!

J.J: PIN HIM!!!!!

Larry: WHAT IS HE WAITING FOR???

Sitting upon his knees, Xplode nods at the fallen body of Warrior. Sweat pours out from his brow. Rising back to his feet, he motions to the fans for yet one more attempt at a Drop Zone! Xplode stands there, waiting, as Warrior sluggishly gets back to his feet. The crowd is cheering. The arena is shaking! Standing slightly upright, Warrior turns to find himself face to face with Xplode! With a smile, Xplode kicks Warrior in the gut one more time! Then in a repeated movement, Warrior is driven to the mat below with an even more hellish Drop Zone!!! Xplode covers for the pin count, lifting Warrior’s leg as he does so…

1…

2.………

3……………

It’s over!!

John Walt: And your winner…. THE STRATEGIC ASSASSIN! XPLODE!!!!!!

The crowd erupts in cheers! Still laying upon Warrior, Xplode leans over and whispers something in Warrior’s ear. With a quick pat to Warrior’s shoulder, Xplode rises up off of him and stumbles forward towards a nearby turnbuckle. “The Enemy” by Godsmack begins to play!

J.J: I can’t believe it! The torch has been passed! Xplode has proven that he is now the man he always dreamed to be!

Larry: What a damn match. That will be a classic for years to come!!!
Climbing a turnbuckle, Xplode raises both hands high into the air. He stands victorious! As his theme song continues to play, Warrior still remains upon the mat. He is moving slowly, his dark hair falling before his face.

Suddenly, the music changes.

“Spitfire” by Prodigy begins to play instead as Jack Bull begins to walk down to the ring.

J.J: What in the hell is he doing out here?

Larry: Jack has been Warrior’s personal muscle as of late. I can only guess what will come next.

Climbing up the metal steps, Jack Bull enters the ring. Xplode hops off the turnbuckle and meets Jack Bull in the center of the ring. The two men stand face to face. Climbing back to his feet, Warrior points at Xplode, yelling as he does so…

Warrior: Attack his ass! DO YOU HEAR ME? ATTACK HIS ASS NOW!

Smiling, Xplode stares at Warrior. Warrior is confused as he looks over at Jack Bull. Before Warrior can react, Jack Bull whips around and lays Warrior out with a clothesline!!! The crowd ignites in applause!!!! Xplode, still smiling, accepts a microphone from John Walt.

Xplode: I told you. I AM the Strategic Assassin. I plan for everything!

Warrior rolls out of the ring, holding his jaw. “The Enemy” by Godsmack begins to play again! Jack Bull raises his hands in victory as Xplode climbs the turnbuckle once more, celebrating with the fans around the arena. Warrior never takes his eyes off of Xplode as he leaves to the backstage area.

J.J: Do you mean.. this was Xplode’s plan all along?

Larry: Xplode…he never ceases to amaze me.

J.J: And now... these messages..

(Intermission.)

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(End of Intermission)

The feed cuts backstage now as Chris Sabora is seen unbuttoning his shirt. Behind him, Allana sits staring out the window at the packed arena. Her face is excited, a smile upon her from ear to ear.

Allana: DAD! THIS IS AMAZING!

Smiling a bit, Chris continues to get ready for his match.

Allana: Tonight you are going to be the WORLD CHAMPION! I knew it! I told all of my friends! Sarah agrees, but I think she just feels you are hot! Trina says you will win and Troy basically said you are unbeatable….

Chris: Who are they?

Allana: Kids from school. I am a celebrity around the school yard now!

Dropping his deodorant, Chris Sabora turns around and drops to one knee, staring his daughter directly in the eyes. Gripping her chair, he does not move.

Allana: What’s wrong daddy?

Slightly smiling, Chris speaks in a soft voice.

Chris: Listen. Nothing is a sure thing. Nothing at all. Not only do I have to defeat the Asylum World Champion tonight but myself as well. This is the largest prize that anyone can obtain in our sport. Never… EVER.. Assume that victory is a sure thing. There are over 25 thousand fans sitting out there, hoping that lightning can strike twice for us. They realize the importance of what we fight for tonight. Most importantly, this is not about winning or losing. What matters is how much we try and that we give our all out there. Do you understand?

Allana: Yeah….

Chris: Good. Tonight’s fight is for your mother. It is also for all my fans who have stuck by me regardless of how my career has been. They will see the very best of me out there in the main event. If I am going to have any chance of being a world champion… then I need to be one.

Allana: And you will.

Chris: Let’s get ready to unleash…

The camera feed cuts back to ringside...


JJ: And what a match Xplode vs. Warrior was! However, it is now time for the next and final contest of the evening. The Asylum World Championship event!

Larry: True, JJ. However I doubt the Pure Rules regulation will be an obstacle when it comes to the World Title match.


The camera cuts back to the ring where The Asylum’s official announcer is shown standing firmly in the ring in his slick tuxedo as a referee in an orderly’s costume is planted next to Walt himself. The vibe is absolutely unstable as all the fans are on their feet in a frenzy of excitement due to the previous bout between Warrior and Xplode and due to the main event between Daggerson and Sabora.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our main event of the evening! In the usual fashion of the Prestige Pay Per View, the main event contest will be subjected to Pure Rules regulations and will be one fall to the match. More importantly, the match will be for THE ASYLUM WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!

The crowd roars in excitement as chants of “SABORA! SABORA!” emanate while fewer yet audible chants of “LINCOLN! LINCOLN!” similarly radiates. The crowd erupts louder than ever as John Walt persists in his customary introduction.

John Walt: Introducing first, coming out to the ring in a very short while. He is the challenger in regards of this contest. Weighing in at approximately two hundred and sixty five pounds and standing six foot three. Hailing from Los Angeles, California. He is known as The MACHINE! HE IS CHRIS SABORA!!!!

Explosions begin to pound randomly all over the stage area as golden sparks shoot out in front of the entrance curtain. "Bleed for me" by Saliva begins to play as the crowd screams in delight. The song continues to play for a bit as the fireworks come to a halt. Stepping through the entrance curtain, Chris Sabora comes into view as he stares down at the ground with his hooded jacket over his head. Stopping at the ramp, he points up to the arena rooftop as 2 more explosions ignite on each side of him. Bouncing around a bit, he heads toward the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Continuing on, he climbs a nearby turnbuckle and raises his hands to the now frenzied fans. Removing his hooded jacket, Chris bounces about preparing for the match to begin.

JJ: And Sabora pulled a startling victory in The Asylum’s first ever Battle Royal on the first edition of Monday Night Massacre last week. Will he be able to repeat that upset by pulling a victory over Lincoln Daggerson?

Larry: Win or not, Sabora may have already cemented himself as a formidable threat and a main event mainstay.

A drum roll suddenly erupts as “Honor Thy Father” instantaneously blares through the speakers. The lights begin rapidly blinking to the beats of the eccentrically orotund and rapid drums before said musical instrument is joined by the other instruments in the track. The lights continue to blink, albeit in a more concentrated way, to the beats of all the instruments in the song combined. At the Fifty Four second mark the vehement barrage of “Honor Thy Father” comes to a halt as the track and the lights themselves stop. Absolute darkness lingers through the arena atmosphere before the lights sharply return as the track too follows suit and an emphasis is placed on the electric guitar aspect of the track. Lincoln Daggerson emerges from the backstage area in his usual wrestling attire, black and purple trunks along with spontaneously taped wrists and place knee pads. The Asylum World Heavyweight Title appears to be fastened securely around his waist as the Champion’s face tells a seemingly hollow expression.

John Walt: And his opponent! Weighing in at two hundred and seventy one pounds and standing six foot two. Currently residing in Bakersfield, California. He is the current reigning and defending Asylum World Heavyweight Champion. He is LINCOLN DAGGERSOOOON!

Daggerson makes his way down the ramp, completely neglecting to acknowledge the presence of the fans or anyone other than his opponent. The vocals on “Honor Thy Father” initiate as the song dives into a tranquil state. It is at this stage of the song that the song’s volume commences in its downfall-esque decrease. Daggerson, after entering the ring via the old school steel steps and the ring ropes, places his World Title in the middle of the ring before making his way to the corner and taking solace in sitting down in it. At this point the overall volume of “Honor Thy Father” appears to have significantly decreased as Lincoln lays nestled in one of the four corners awaiting for the match to commence. Daggerson’s entrance song fades out as Sabora continues his pre-match warm up routine. Both men are glaring at each other but not in a hateful or spiteful manner.

JJ: And Daggerson’s entrance coming to an end only means the match itself will come into fruition.

Larry: Lincoln has been champion for over one hundred days. Can Sabora be the one who knocks him down? Let’s get this match started and find out!

John Walt appears to have already exited the ring as Sabora and Daggerson find themselves standing opposite each other in the center of the ring. Sabora extends his hand for a handshake but Daggerson just stands there, starting directly into Sabora’s eyes, as if he is analyzing him. Realizing Lincoln probably didn’t mean for this to be a slap to the face, Sabora pulls back his arm and slightly nods. The opening ring bell finally rings as Sabora instantaneously raises his right arm thus challenging the still Lincoln for a technical lock-up. Daggerson robotically walks forward and raises his right arm and soon enough both men are attempting to use their respective strengths to get the advantage. In a sudden twist, Sabora clutches Lincoln’s head into a headlock. Daggerson reverses by clutching Sabora’s head and placing him in a headlock whilst freeing himself. Chris retaliates by pushing Lincoln into one of the four corners before repeatedly elbowing him until he lets go.

Sabora follows up with a mixture of rapid chops. All end up connecting except the last chop, which Lincoln evades by ducking, going behind Sabora, and then placing his hands over his hips. Sabora holds on to the corner and thus blocks Lincoln’s attempts for a German Suplex. Sabora is able to land a very restricted kick to the midsection which shoos Lincoln away. Chris goes to improvise by scaling the top turnbuckle but Daggerson pulls his leg just as soon as he positions himself on its structure. Daggerson then places his head in-between the seated and hurt Sabora’s leg before hoisting him up in a powerbomb position. Daggerson suddenly runs to the middle of the ring and after reaching there, he jumps in the air and plants Sabora back-first into his knee with a Powerbomb-to-the-Knee maneuver. Lincoln immediately grabs Sabora’s legs and goes to lock in a Sharpshooter

JJ: And Lincoln going for the first submission of this contest.

Larry: The interesting thing is whether Lincoln realizes this match is a Pure Rules contest or not. It’s no secret that Lincoln has been distant from reality for quite a while. Although we have been seeing slight recovery signs on Lincoln’s part, such as him using those kick maneuvers in his match with Vincent.

JJ: Well unconsciously or not, Lincoln better not waste those ropebreaks. Both him and Sabora are experienced submissionists.

Daggerson almost gets the shooter locked in but Sabora resists and is able to kick Daggerson away. Both men make it up to their feet at the same time, and with desire for a victory visibly showing on their respective faces, charge at each other. Sabora is able to roll on Lincoln’s side and somehow pulls him along into a schoolboy pinfall. Daggerson immediately kicks out and swiftly locks in a Crucifix Armbar with a deadly emphasis on Chris Sabora’s elbows. Fortunately for the challenger, he is able to easily reverse it by simply falling down on his back, where Lincoln is situated on for the submission hold, and thus ensnares the champion for a sudden pinfall. The referee’s hand hits the mat at two when Lincoln immediately lets go the hold. The champion gives the challenger no time to rest as he grabs Sabora’s left arm and swiftly locks in a Quarter Nelson Wristlock.

JJ: And Chris Sabora seems to be trapped in Lincoln’s array of submissions.

Larry: I don’t know what goes on in Lincoln’s deranged mind, but he might be forcing Chris Sabora to use up all his ropebreaks early on in the match.

Chris’s face reddens but he immediately fights back by using his right arm to slap Lincoln, since punches aren’t allowed in a Pure Rules match. The slap of course doesn’t break the hold but Sabora only uses them to distract the Champion long enough for the challenger to get his legs wrapped around the kneeled Lincoln’s neck and then squeezing vehemently. Both men have their respective submission holds locked in and traces of pain is evident on both of their faces. Lincoln improvises by putting more pressure on Sabora’s wrist thus causing the former tag team champion to lie back on his back. This is officially a position for a pinfall and as such as the referee gets in position. One…Tw- Sabora quickly notices and raises his right arm thus breaking the hold.

Sabora then starts opening and closing his legs, slamming the sides of his knees into Lincoln’s skull. Sabora alters this and instead begins slamming his heels straight into both sides of Lincoln’s cranium. Daggerson subconsciously loosens the hold and this results in Sabora taking full advantage by pulling his left arm away and then converting the neck scissors into a Triangle Choke Hold.

The tide of the match has turned as Chris Sabora has acquired full control right now and has the champion enslaved in a submission hold. The referee shows patience at first but since a Triangle Choke Hold is technically a “choke”, he objects to Sabora’s usage of it in the match. Chris respectfully agrees to the referee’s orders and instead impressively converts the move into a Dragon Sleeper which adds more pressure on Lincoln’s neck. Daggerson uses his free hand to grab Sabora’s ankle but that doesn’t help him much. The move is also tedious and tiresome for Chris Sabora, whose wrist is still hurt due to Lincoln’s Wristlock. Chris realizes he doesn’t want to put more pressure and risk injuring his wrist, especially since his finisher is related to it, and instead lets go of the hold and backs off to a corner.

JJ: And Sabora ending the battle of submissions for a short while.

Larry: Looks like the challenger doesn’t want to put some serious pressure on that left wrist, furthermore this could provide a gateway for a different approach to his offense.

As soon as Lincoln gets up, Sabora charges forward. He appears to be aiming for Lincoln’s head but Daggerson quickly leaps back. Sabora doesn’t let this halt him as he continues running before bouncing off the ropes and targeting Lincoln again. However, Lincoln appears to be recuperated and as such he greets Sabora with a brutal Blue Thunder Driver, also known as a Spinning Powerbomb. Both men lie back-first and motionless in the ring for a short while until Lincoln covers Chris Sabora for the pinfall. Naturally enough, The Machine kicks out sharply at two.

Daggerson picks up Chris Sabora and irish whips him to the corner before running and leaping on top of him, pulling off a stinger splash. The groggy Sabora stumbles towards the middle of the ring, where Daggerson greets him with a Yakuza Kick after running and rebounding off the ropes. Daggerson stalks the rising Sabora, who is holding his jaw in pain, before grabbing him from behind and pulling off an abrupt Tiger Dragon Suplex. Daggerson holds on to the maneuver and picks up Sabora again but this time the champion quickly converts it into a twisting backbreaker.

With Sabora down on the mat, Daggerson suddenly leaps upon his legs and lifts them up before turning him around and surprisingly locking him in The Eternal Suffering. Chris, deciding to play it safe rather than take chances with Lincoln’s finisher, finds himself close to the ropes and as such grabs a handful of them. The referee immediately orders Lincoln to break the hold and the Champion eventually does that.

JJ: And Ladies and Gentlemen, Chris Sabora officially has lost his first ropebreak.

Lincoln Daggerson gets back up and shows no sign of stepping back as he picks up the semi-dazed Sabora before placing him in position for a powerslam. However, it appears that Lincoln will be looking forward to targeting Sabora’s back as he goes to pull off his Catatonic Backbreaker move. Lincoln spins Sabora around but in mid-air, Sabora is able to eccentrically free himself whilst grabbing Daggerson’s head with his left arm before pulling off the MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE!!

JJ: And Sabora did it! He pulled off his finisher out of no where!

Larry This could be it, JJ. This could be it!

The crowd roar in approval as they all appear to be standing in excitement. Sabora, although travail, is able to drape an arm over Lincoln’s chest as the referee gets in position.

One…

Two…

T- Lincoln gets his foot on the bottom rope!

Although Sabora pulled off his finisher impressively, he made an understandable mistake by not moving Lincoln away from the ropes. However, this does bring both Lincoln Daggerson and Chris Sabora to an even Two Ropebreaks remaining for each competitor. The crowd now has become 50/50 in its chanting, half of the crowd is surprisingly chanting “LINCOLN! LINCOLN!” while the other half is screaming “SABORA! SABORA!”

Lincoln begins his eventual recovery from Sabora’s unhealthy finishing maneuver. The champion makes it to his knees when Chris Sabora, whom is up on his feet and aware as a tiger, charges and pulls off a running roundhouse kick to the back of Lincoln’s head. This causes the champion to abruptly snap forward face-first into the ground as Chris Sabora decides to accumulate more pain towards Lincoln’s general state. Chris picks up the groggy champion and irish whips him to the ropes, Lincoln ends up bouncing off them and is too tedious to realize a hungry Sabora awaits!

Chris greets Lincoln with a thunderous spinebuster that echoes throughout the arena. Sabora grabs Lincoln’s legs and drags him to one of the corners. The former tag team champion seems to be going for a Boston Crab but instead he falls backward and slingshots Lincoln into the unforgiving yet shielded turnbuckle. Daggerson’s face ends up being implanted into the turnbuckle as he slugs backward with his right hand over his nose. A camera close up shows that Lincoln is actually bleeding, most likely due to it being broken from Sabora’s slingshot.

Larry: I can’t believe it, someone is actually bleeding in a Pure Rules contest!
Chris awaits with an anticipated expression on his face and as soon as Lincoln is in radius, Sabora places one arm around Lincoln’s chest and the other one under his legs before lifting him up sideways before spinning the champion around a bit and then impaling him with a Pendulum Backbreaker as he notices Lincoln is bleeding. Although not being a fan of causing other people to bleed, Sabora decides to keep note of it.

Chris quickly converts the end result into a submission maneuver, as he pushes down on Lincoln’s chin with one arm whilst pushing down on Lincoln’s knee with the other. This causes Lincoln’s back to bridge backwards as Chris intensifies the hold. The referee gets in position as Lincoln’s face turns red. Chris lets out an excited roar as the crowd returns the roar with an even more orotund one. Ironically, the crowd then chants for Lincoln before returning to Sabora but then chanting for Lincoln again. They keep fluctuating between the two competitors.

JJ: And it seems the audience is practically cheering for both men!

Chris persists in intensifying the hold but the damage Lincoln concentrated on Chris’s back earlier in the match takes its toll as the talented competitor goes to convert the submission maneuver into something else. Just as he is loosens the hold, Lincoln is able to use his free hand to grab Sabora by his hair before pulling him and then ensnaring him in a small package! The referee gets in position for the 1…2..kickout by Sabora!

Both men make it back to their feet but Lincoln drops down to his knees due to what Chris has put him through. Sabora charges but Daggerson hugs him from his waist and lifts him up before dropping him down on the ropes. Chris falls throat first and stumbles back into a Northern Lariat, delivered with brute strength from the champion himself. Lincoln decides to end this by picking up Chris and positioning him for The Ferocity but Sabora is able to counter it into The Machine!

Lincoln finds himself ensnared in Sabora’s perilous submission finisher as Chris gives it all he has. Sabora’s wrist is still hurt, but greatly recovered though. He doesn’t let his minor wrist annoyance delay him though as his finisher, The Machine, focuses on Lincoln’s broken nose.

Daggerson actually begins grunting loudly. He raises his free hand in hopes of grabbing the redeeming bottom rope in front of him. Sabora, realizing they are dangerously close to the bottom rope, goes to roll him away but Lincoln takes advantage by rolling on his back and then slamming the back of head into Sabora’s nose. Daggerson then locks in The Eternal Suffering! Sabora’s back is arched to the maximum as Lincoln finds himself also giving it all he has. Both men have taken each other to the maximum limit in this contest. Lincoln's nose is bleeding and his back is hurting while Chris's wrist hurts and his back too nags. Chris is able make it to the bottom rope and after touching it, Daggerson falls face-first by himself into the ground. Sabora simply takes joy in making it out of the maneuver by retaining his hold on the bottom rope. Both men are down and motionless.

JJ: And an amazing contest from both Lincoln Daggerson and Chris Sabora.

Larry: Agreed JJ, both men have pushed themselves to the edge. Regardless of whoever wins, these two have earned my respect. Actually…I want a close up view of the match.

Larry suddenly takes off his headphones and proceeds to get up on the announcers table and uses the height advantage to watch on. JJ, shocked but impressed, does the same as both announces are on top of the announcers table and are watching in pure excitement. The crowd themselves have stopped chanting for either men and are instead clapping vehemently. Both Lincoln and Chris begin to budge and begin making it up to their feet at the same time.

Chris slowly turns to his right, staring Lincoln into his the eyes. Lincoln returns the stare. Neither man has much left in the tank as they just remain motionless... looking at one another! After the crowd begins to cheer full steam, both men step toward one another! Lincoln tries to apply a headlock, but is countered by Sabora! Sabora pushes forward to shoot on Lincoln, driving him to the mat once more. Lincoln tries to grab an arm, but Sabora fights it off. The two men move about, jockeying for position!

J.J: This will go on forever!!

Sabora finally finds his opening! Wrenching the arm of Lincoln, he twists about, turning just right until he is able to apply... THE MACHINE! The maneuver is locked in as Lincoln screams in agony! Lincoln surprises everybody by sliding out, twisting about until the ETERNAL SUFFERING is applied!!! Now Sabora is screaming in agony! The crowd is standing on their feet! Chris Sabora unleashes all he has left inside of him! His eyes are red. Shaking, he powers out of the hold, twisting about until The Machine is applied again!!!! Lincoln can not take much more of the pain! The arena is shaking! Lincoln arches his back! Chris pulls on the chin!

Lincoln twists and rolls over Sabora, bringing Chris Sabora around with him and locking him into some kind of stranglehold! He holds on tightly... not letting go! His arms shake as he applies pressure to Sabora's throat! Sabora stretches his hand out.... ready to tap out...

he holds on....

he won't tap!!!!

He can't tap!!!!

He doesn't... tap..out.

With his eyes shutting closed, Sabora finally passes out due to lack of air. The referee calls for the bell! Lincoln has retained the championship!

John Walt: Winner... and STILL the Asylum World Champion... LINCOLN DAGGERSON!!!

J.J: Sabora really showed us tonight what he is made of. No matter what happened... he did not give up.

Larry: No he didn't. There is no disgrace in this loss at all. He has taken Lincoln further than any star before. In the end, Chris would not give up, refusing to tap until he passed out.

The music begins to play, Lincoln Daggerson hoists the title high for all to see. Fans begin to cheer! Their cheers are simply out of respect as they all scream in unison...

Crowd : DAGG-ER-SON.... SAB-O-RA!'

J.J: Listen to them. Tonight.. we have seen some truly amazing matches. I am happy to have been part of this broadcast.

Larry: Same here. We will see you all in a week at Monday Night Massacre! And remember, next is Hourglass Hours..... history is guaranteed to be made!!!

Lincoln is seen hoisting the world title high in the air as the flashes of cameras hit him. He looks proud... and exhausted.

J.J: Goodnight everybody!