The EUW presents: Scars and Stripes 2011

[primetime]

(Out of Character)

Hello,

Once again, we are at a pivotal show in the EUW timeline. I want to welcome old and new members alike as we prepare to shift our focus towards our flagship show.. Prestige. Tonight’s show is a landmark occasion as we attempt, for the first time ever, to produce our own version of the Royal Rumble. The staff have worked tirelessly to make this show extra special for everyone involved. This is also a very important show as we are blazing new trails never before attempted by other feds on the net. The EUW is looked upon as the ”measuring stick” now on the internet and this really makes me happy just as I am sure it does for you all.

That being said, with every winner there are losers. I use loser in a loose term as we all are winners when you get down to it. Imaginary title belts are nice to own but the REAL reward is watching this fed grow and become as popular as it has been. Everyone here is a key piece in the process so when you get down to it.. Everyone tonight. So when reading this, feel pride that you were a part of this historic event. The Royal Rumble elimination order does not reflect the quality of the roleplays save for the last 2 survivors, so try not to read into that. We induced a healthy amount of storyline into the Rumble. James is to thank for this with all of his hard work.

I also want to thank the match writers for the efforts they have made in this event. This was truly a team effort. I want to point out that the Oblivion and Luck feud has been quite legendary, and I am also sad that tonight it comes to an end. Good job to the both of them as well as everyone else on the card.

I am sure you all are wanting me to shut up now and get the show on the road. I will do just that but before I do, I want to thank you all one more time. This show is a celebration in a way and I am happy to share it all with you. And now.. Scars and Stripes 2011.

-Jaden.

[primetime]

The American Flag whips to the right. Images of tall brown mountains with white caps fade by the screen. Next we see the Statue of Liberty in New York, proudly holding her torch before the viewers. A small boat passes by in the waters below..

“America.. The home of Freedom. Freedom does not come free though.”

Next we see the Grand Canyon, it’s caverns reflecting the sun above as the camera passes by quickly. Images of Chicago’s skyline fade in..

“This is the home of the brave, the home of the Stars and Stripes. Tonight, we also fight for our own independence as we climb the mountain.. A Royal Rumble. The feast of Kings! The World is ready…

"Ladies and Gentlemen... Scars and Stripes 2011!!

Live from Washington D.C!

Fireworks spew out from the entrance as the camera pans around in circles! More explosions rock the arena now as the feed pans to the announcer’s table where Rock Gibson and Sidney Long is shown smiling. Behind them, fans wave frantically, trying to get into the picture!

Gibson: Hello everybody, I am Rock Gibson and this is my counterpart.. Sydney Long! Welcome to Scars and Stripes!! Tonight, we are set to see an amazing first in the company… the Royal Rumble! An army of men and women will all compete in hopes of achieving a shot at being the number one man in our industry.. The Asylum World Champion.

Long: What does it matter?! We all know that the greatness that is TITAN can not be defeated regardless of how many monkeys you put together in the ring!

Gibson: I believe a certain Machine would like to challenge that statement. Anyway, we are all set for business as we turn out attentions to backstage where Mark Rivera stands ready with a special speech… for the Asylum Universe…

The feed switches backstage as we see Mark Rivera seated behind a desk. His hands are clasped as the fans begin to boo loudly! Dressed in a sharp suit, Rivera smiles as the camera pans back.

Rivera: Hello, friends. Welcome to Scars and Stripes. Tonight, we will see some amazing match ups to be sure. Careers will be made while others come to an end. I want to thank all that have been involved in our company for the hard work and determination that goes into making this company great. That being said, I would like announce the official road to Prestige beginning. Prestige is our flagship event, where the best in the business fight for supremacy. Of course, it is important for us to remember that no respect can be gained.. Unless I say it is allowed. So, I urge my current roster to plan their actions carefully as we head into Prestige. Are you the type of man who wants to take his legacy by the neck and make it happen!!?! Or are you meant to be a springboard for others as they achieve greatness. Beginning tonight, we shall see. For now, I am happy to introduce the standard for what I expect in this asylum… Roy Viper!

The screen fades to black as the crowd boos loudly! The lights dim out and the camera pans to the stage area! “Divide” by Disturbed begins to play now as Roy Viper steps into view! He is seen wearing a shirt that reads “R.I.P EUW”. Stepping into the stage further, he taunts the fans.

Gibson: Oh joy…

Long: That man.. Is a genius. He took down a whole fed on his own, with no hesitation! That guy right there is the future of the business!

Gibson: Sure he is.

Walking down the ramp way, he enters the ring as the fans really let him have it. He then accepts a microphone from John Walt.

Viper: Amazing..

The fans boo louder!

Viper: Tonight, I make history once again. You see, I pick and choose the times that I make a difference in this sport and no one can deny my results to this point. Well, tonight you all are in for another one of those moments. You know, I have been the quiet one since I arrived here, moving silently behind the scenes and letting you all forget about me… that was your fatal mistake. There is no one in this company that can handle my intensity.. Not one person. I have trained a lifetime to be the best at whatever I place my efforts in. My destiny is to be the next.. World Champion.

The fans begin to boo even louder now as a bit of trash is thrown into the ring.

Viper: It was I who brought down Kirk Kennedy and the EUW. So why am I not in the main event tonight? Chris Sabora.. A man who was great in his time.. Has no business facing the monster that we all know as TITAN. It should be me in there as I honestly believe that if anybody can beat him.. It is me. I am young, brimming with skill.. And focused on my prey. I AM THE APEX PREDATOR!

Gibson: Oh brother..

Viper: Tonight, I am going to go through the entire Asylum Roster, one by one, and be the last man standing. TITAN, if you can hear me… I am coming for you. I know you will not run nor hide. You are one of the few men in this business that I hold respect for after all. We will meet in that ring and you will hand me the World Championship…

“Right here” by Disturbed begins to play loudly now as Barry Jordan steps out unto the stage! The fans begin to boo once more! Pacing the ring, Jordan smiles with a microphone in his hand.

Jordan: Seriously? Roy, I admire the gusto but some on… you and TITAN?! It’s nothing but a pipe dream. Why don’t you focus on winning tonight before you get ahead of yourself.

Viper: Oh it doesn’t matter. Win or lose tonight.. I will face TITAN. It is time for my destiny to begin.

Jordan: -Or come to an end.

The scene fades out..

[primetime]

Asylum Hardkore Championship
Barbed Wire Match
Tyreke Bell vs. Immanuel Taylor

Sidney Long: Ok, its time for match numero une!

Gibson: And what a first match this will be. A barbed wire match.

The camera rotates around the ring with the ropes being completely covered and encircled with barbed wire. The camera zooms in and gets a perfect shot of one of the barbed wire needles protruding out from the silvery coils. The camera continues its rotation, getting a shot full of the barbed wired ring and stopping at a small opening next to the south-east corner. There is approximately 10 inches of exposed rope, allowing Bell and Taylor to enter from there. To do so, they would have to climb up the exposed ropes and use the turnbuckle as leverage to literally jump into the ring without getting slashed. The camera rotates and zooms in on John Walt, who is standing next to the ring bell and away from the ring.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, the following Barbed Wire match is for one fall and will be for the EUW-Asylum Hardkore Title! The rules will be similar to a singles match with a victory attainable through a pinfall, submission, KO, Voluntary Forfeit or Excessive Bleeding victory. There will be no disqualifications or countouts. If one of the competitors finds himself out of the ring, the match will be momentarily stopped and the wrestler will be forced to return inside the barbed wire ring. Finally, each wrestler will have the option to stop the match if he wishes to do so by signaling to the bell keeper.

The lights remain in their natural state as the cameras switches to the entrance stage where “Tyrant” by Judas Priest oozes from the speakers. It’s neither loud nor blaring but rather concentrated and prevalent. The crowd reacts with attention but without boos or cheers. Immanuel Taylor walks out to the stage in his ebony black ring attire with a red hoodie, the hood on, and without pause makes his way down the ramp.

John Walt: Making his way to the ring, he is the challenger in this contest. Born in Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 241 pounds and standing six foot six. He is....Immanuel Taylor!

John Walt’s direct and to the point speech when introducing Immanuel segues to several people in the crowd looking on in a confused state of their own. Immanuel eventually makes it to the ring where he removes his hoodie, places it on the steel steps and carefully navigates through the small opening of the ring. He places his hand on the steel post and his left leg on the bottom rope before raising his right leg on the second rope.

Long: What happens if he loses his balance and falls neck-first on the barbed wire?

Gibson: Well, the match would not be able to continue since Immanuel would be dead.

Immanuel manages to lift his left leg and rotate it over the ropes and into the ring, managing to place it on the second rope before draping his left leg over the steel post and eventually hoping backwards and finding himself in the ring. He nearly scratches his right arm on the barbed wire, nearly, and takes note of this as he backs away to the middle of the ring.

John Walt: And his opponent….

The lights in the arena dim as "Can't Be Touched" by Roy Jones Jr begins to play. As the first words hit the speaker, Church Bell emerges from the curtain wearing a purple boxing robe, intricately trimmed in yellow, and with the Hardkore belt in his right hand; the back of the robe contains Baltimore's crest inside of a bell shape. He keeps his head down and steadily walks to the ring, soaking in the crowd's reaction and preparing for another fight.

John Walt: He is the reigning and defending EUW-Asylum Hardkore Champion. Weighing in at one hundred and sixty eight pounds and standing five foot eleven, hailing from Baltimore, Maryland, he is Tyreke Bell.

Bell stops at the opening and proceeds to loosen his robe, he now raises his head and eyes Immanuel in the middle of the ring. Bell takes off his robe, showing off his waist-strapped Hardkore Belt. Bell takes it off and suddenly leaps at the opening, scaling to the top of the turnbuckle and raising it high for the entire crowd to see. He places the belt on the top of the steel steps just under the steel post and proceeds to carefully make his way into the ring. Both men are now present in the ring, along with a referee who was inconspicuously there earlier.

The ring bell rings and Church immediately pulls off a straight punch to Immanuel’s jaw, causing Taylor to stumble backwards. The crowd erupts in excitement as the camera switches lens to the barbed wire before switching back to the action. Church goes for another straight punch, hoping to knock Immanuel back into the barbed wire. Immanuel ducks it this time, however, and grabs Church from behind before pulling off a German suplex. He holds on, brining Church back up. Immanuel goes for another one but Church elbows him in the stomach before going backwards.

Now having Immanuel in a German suplex position, Tyreke suddenly pushes him forward towards the barbed wire. Immanuel is able to regain his control and stop himself. He pushes backward, grabs Church’s wrists, and twists himself out of the hold. Now face-to-face with Church, Immanuel wraps his arms around Tyreke and goes for a Belly to Belly. Church counters by head-butting Immanuel repeatedly. Tyreke then goes behind Immanuel, nailing him in the back with an elbow to his kidney. Immanuel stumbles a couple of steps to the left, teetering dangerously close to the barbed wire.

Gibson: And Church going for a strategy of punching and assaulting Immanuel into the barbed wire mesh, taking out two birds with one stone, hurting Immanuel and hoping to add more pain by driving him into the barbed wire. What do you think Immanuel’s strategy would be, Sidney?

Long: I don’t think there’s any confusion when it comes to the strategies of either man. Immanuel will probably be looking to get in a submission maneuver, grounding Church and taking the barbed wire element out of the match since we all know how much Immanuel hates using weapons. The real ambiguity here is who will maim and cripple the other first?

Immanuel, teetering too close to the barbed wire, seeks to add some distance between Tyreke and himself. Church goes for a kitchen sink but Immanuel grabs his leg midway through the maneuver and sweeps him to the ground before locking in a Boston Crab. Immanuel drags Church to the middle of the ring and puts pressure on the hold, immobilizing Church and damaging his right leg. Church obviously can’t go to grab the ropes for a rope break so he tries to power himself out of the maneuver. As he is about to do so, Immanuel quickly goes to convert the maneuver to a chicekwing crossface, he is about to do so when Church takes advantage of the maneuver by shoving his thumbs into Immanuel’s eyes.

Bell gets back up and knees Immanuel in the face. He picks him up but Immanuel rolls him up.

One….Tw- Church kicks out. Both men get back up. Church knees Immanuel and goes for a neckbraker but Immanuel rolls out of it, kicks Chuch in the gut and pulls off a Fisherman’s Suplex. Church kicks out at the one count this time. Immanuel keeps his hand over Church’s neck and goes to pull him up. This time, Church elbows him in the jaw before going to pull off a Northern Lights Suplex. Instead of pulling off the maneuver, however, Church merely hoists Immanuel up in a bear-hug like position. Church then stumbles backward, on purpose, before suddenly dropping backfirst and sending Immanuel neck-first into the barbed wire!

Long: Aah!

Gibson: And Immanuel being…being….well, I think he just got his throat slashed!

The crowd erupts as Immanuel lets out a piercing shriek and rolls on his back. The referee rushes to his side and inspects the wound. Church suddenly pushes him aside and begins stomping at Immanuel, he picks him up and nails a knife-edge chop. With Immanuel up on his feet now, the camera zooms in on his wound. It appears Immanuel was able to cover his neck with his hand just as he was going down. A nasty gash thus appears from his elbow area all the way to Immanuel’s wrist, nearly slicing his tendon. The gash then continues at Immanuel’s jaw as Taylor also hit his face on the barbed wire. The gash continues from Immanuel’s jaw to just at the beginning of his cheek.

Gibson: The match can end by excessive bleeding, right?

Long: Yes. In Immanuel’s case, I’m sure death would be a concluding factor too. Damn, do you know how close he was to getting his throat and wrist slit?

Immanuel, bleeding profusely, stumbles backward in an attempt to make sense of all of this. Church decides to go for a finish and pulls off his finisher, Rock the Bells! He covers the bloodied Immanuel for the pinfall.

One…..

Two…..

Thr- Immanuel kicks out at the nick of time, sending a spray of blood upwards as he pushes up his gashed hand. Immanuel’s chest is soaked with blood as the gash on his jaw is open while the gash on his hand has already left a trail of blood in the ring. If the match goes on for a longer period of time, Immanuel may well lose consciousness. Tyreke understands this and thus stalks the rising Immanuel. As Taylor makes it to his feet, Church nails him with a powerful punch to his gut. Immanuel falls to his knees. Church takes a couple of steps backwards before going for a bicycle kick. Immanuel rolls out of the way in time. Both men get back up but Church pulls off a mule kick to Immanuel’s gut. Immanuel, however, grabs Church’s leg. He drops it before grabbing Church from behind and driving him forward to the corner in the ring.

Church collides chest-first at the corner Immanuel and he used to enter the ring. Church elbows Immanuel in the gashed jaw, causing Taylor to stumble backwards. Church then scales the turnbuckle, looking to use his agility and strength to put an end to Taylor. Just as he positions himself on the top rope, Immanuel rushes forward and, grabbing Church’s wrist, pulls him down on the barbed wire ropes!

Long: And Church now being sent into the barbed wire!

Gibson: Looks like he fell back-first.

Church falls to his stomach in pain as he refrains from screaming. The wound, however, is horrific enough as the camera zooms in to show a cut starting from his left kidney area all the way up to his shoulder blade. Significant parts of the ring are soaked in blood now as both Church and Taylor have been cut. Immanuel has lost more blood but Church is cut deeper. The battle for the Hardkore Title rages on.

Immanuel closes in and, fighting through his own pain, hoists Church up before pulling off a Brainbuster! He goes for the pinfall.

One…..

Two…..

Thr- Church kicks out in time as Immanuel rolls to his back, beaten with Church’s punches and brusied with a nasty cut that’s rendering his right hand useless. The amount of blood lost has weakened Taylor by now as Church, too, struggles. He seems to have lost a chunk of meat along with that wound and seems to be in serious pain. Both men are immobile. The referee checks in with both men and neither are unconscious or have fit the criteria for excessive bleeding.

Church is the first to get up, covering his nasty wound while Immanuel gets on his knees. Taylor can barely raise his right hand and seems to be losing consciousness. The referee takes note of this. So does Church. He grabs Immanuel’s throat in a chokehold, both men now bloodied beyond belief as the crowd watches on in disgust. Church strengthens the hold, looking to choke the bloodied Immanuel out. Immanuel begins fading. Church’s hand is covered with blood as both men have significant patches of crimson red on them.

Suddenly, Taylor outreaches his left hand and shoves his fingers into Church’s long, open back wound. Bell lets out a painful scream and lets go of the choke as Taylor falls face first to the mat. Church falls to his knees, not being able to deal with the disgustingly open wound in his back area, stretching from his kidney all the way up to his shoulder joint and having already taken out a chunk of meat. Immanuel suddenly tackles Church to the ground and seems to be going for something as he grabs Church’s head.

Gibson: And Immanuel seems to be energized here. Maybe going for one last gamble.

Taylor rolls back on his back and locks Church in a triangle choke. Immanuel’s head is lying in a pool of blood, a mix of his and Church’s on the mat as Church is now finding himself choked while dealing with that continuously bleeding deep wound. He struggles and struggles, trying to get out but finds himself truly ensnared. Both men seem to be fading away. Immanuel, however, keeps his head up in a bid to keep himself conscious. He adds more pressure to the hold one last time and Church eventually drifts off into unconsciousness as the madness of the barbed wire match comes to an end.

The ring bell rings wildly as EMTs rush the ring. A staff member with a bolt cutter is already down at the ring and is cutting the barbed wire off the ring ropes.

John Walt: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner of the match....and the NEW Hardkore Champion....Immanuel Taylor!

By the time Walt's done, the bolt cutter has already been able to cut off a sizeable chunk of barbed wire, enough to get two EMTs through at a time. They both rush both men and seem to be checking on the conditions of each. The referee, now with the Hardkore Title belt in his hand, walks to Immanuel, who is getting treated by a sole EMT, and places it next to him. Taylor places his uncut hand over it.

Elsewhere in the ring, three EMTs are working on Tyreke Bell and seem to be requesting a stretcher from the back. Bell is face down and all three EMTs are pressing hard on his kidney area.

Gibson: Wow... just wow. This is no doubt the start of a blood evening.

Long: Yeah.. I need to go change my shirt..

[primetime]

The scene opens up now as we see Jace Ambrose. He is shown sliding on a shirt as he slams his locker closed after. Turning to leave, he notices a lone figure seated in the corner of the locker room. He turns around cautiously, and begins to speak to the man partially covered in the shadows.

Ambrose: How long have you been there?

?: Long enough.

Ambrose approaches the shadow, ready for whatever.

Ambrose: You should be preparing your match tonight. It’s pretty big. Or is that how you do it?

: Tonight.. You stand at a cross roads. I have been there before many times myself. In you, I sense potential. You have all of the tools needed to overcome this challenge save for one..

Ambrose: Oh? And what might that be?

The shadow stands up now, stepping forward to expose heavily tattooed biceps. Ambrose squints a moment until he realizes that he is speaking to Former 2 time World Champion.. Chris Sabora! The fans cheer with approval!

Ambrose: Chris?

Sabora: You lack the ability to be ruthless. In order to lead a pack of wolves, one must become an Alpha Dog. Can you lead by example? Are you willing to risk it all to destroy Warrior?

Ambrose: You bet your ass I am. I want this over as much as he probably does. It’s time that we settle it.. Tonight.

Sabora: Good. Listen to your heart.. It will guide you. Never lose yourself. A man who knows his enemy has already won the way.

Sabora walks past Ambrose, leaving him alone in the room. Ambrose then shakes his head and speaks:

Ambrose: He wants ruthless? I will show him exactly how ruthless I can be!

[primetime]

Grudge Match
Warrior’s career is on the line.
Warrior vs. Amazing Jace Ambrose

"Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva hits the sound system as red and purple lights flash across the arena. After a few seconds, Ambrose walks out to the cheering crowd, flexing for them. He pumps up his right bicep and kisses it before throwing his arms down and down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans along the way.

Walt: From Wilimgton, Delaware, weighing in at two hundred and forty six pounds...JASON! AMBROOOOOSE!!

Ambrose jogs down the final half of the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring before hopping up and turning to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing up onto it and giving a large flex for the crowd before taking off his headband and throwing it into the adoring crowd. Ambrose gives a small nod, clapping his hands in an attempt to get the crowd going before hopping down, walking towards the opposite corner of the ring. “Ladies and Gentlemen” is replaced by "World On Fire" by Firewind as Warrior steps out onto the ramp. He runs over to each side of the ramp, taunting the crowd and causing them to jeer him even louder. As he soaks them in, Warrior jogs back into the middle of the stage before bolting down the ramp.

Walt: From Cortez, Colorado, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds….WARRIORRRRRRR!!

Warrior slides into the ring and goes to the right-hand set of ropes, placing one foot on the bottom rope and the other on the middle rope. He flings his arms in the air, causing the jeers to somehow increase in volume as he soaks them in, revelling in the negativity given to him. He hops down, going towards the lower-left corner of the ring opposite Ambrose’s corner and pounding his fists together, as well as rotating his wrists and cricking his neck from side to side. “World on Fire” fades as the referee motions to the timekeeper.

DING DING DING!

Without wasting any time, Ambrose rushes out of his corner, nailing Warrior with a clothesline which slams him backwards into his own corner. Pinning him in the corner, Ambrose delivers a swift punch to Warrior’s abdomen, followed by a hard knee into his gut. Warrior doubles over, but Ambrose simply brings the knee up, slamming it into Warrior’s lower jaw before delivering a swift elbow, slamming Warrior once more into the turnbuckle. Ambrose takes a few steps backwards as Warrior stumbles out, allowing Ambrose to lunge down, scooping Warrior before twisting and hitting a swift Powerslam which plants Warrior directly onto the mat. Ambrose gets to his feet, leaning down and grasping Warrior’s hair, pulling him roughly to his feet and whipping him across the ring. Warrior rebounds off the ropes, walking into a powerful Left-Arm Clothesline from Ambrose which sends Warrior violently into the mat, the momentum slamming him down before causing him to spring up into a sitting position. Ambrose twists around, fluidly hitting a swift kick into the base of Warrior’s spine, causing Warrior to cry out in pain before Ambrose does it again, the sound of the impact echoing throughout the arena.

Ambrose rushes down on his knees behind Warrior, locking him in a Sleeper Hold. Warrior arches his back, attempting to get out of the hold, but Ambrose slowly stands up, using Warrior’s attempt at building momentum against him and locking in a true Sleeper Hold. Ambrose quickly lets go, choosing instead to slam a forearm into the back of Warrior’s skull before grabbing his right arm and turning him around, hitting a quick kick to the gut before wrapping an arm around Warrior’s neck, spiking him into the ground with an Amazing Impact DDT.

Warrior flops back down into the mat, but Ambrose is out for revenge: Not wasting any time, Ambrose grabs Warrior’s hair once more, pulling him to his feet and forcing him over to the left-hand set of ropes, grabbing his arms and looping them over and around the top rope before turning around, hurtling at the opposite ropes as fast as he can before running straight at Warrior, nailing him with a huge Clothesline which sends both men up and over the top rope and clean to the outside of the ring.

Gibson: Ambrose is taking it to Warrior in the early goings!

Long: Not for long. He just got the jump on him. Warrior will probably be on him soon.

Ambrose pulls himself to his feet using the apron, grabbing Warrior by his hair and pulling him roughly to his feet, pulling him over to the crowd barrier and pulling his head back before slamming it down on the crowd barrier roughly. Warrior stumbles backwards into the ring apron, leaning against it before Ambrose rushes forward, hitting him with a quick Clothesline before leaning down, laying him flat on the apron and rolling him into the ring, sliding in after him. Warrior gets on all fours, but Ambrose responds with a vicious boot into his gut, sending Warrior rolling onto his back. Ambrose walks over to the fallen Warrior, placing a foot on his face and grinding the sole across the bridge of Warrior’s nose before pulling his foot away, delivering a quick stomp to Warrior’s forehead.

Pulling him up to his feet once more, Ambrose pulls Warrior down under his arm, wrenching his head, but Warrior locks his arms around Ambrose’s waist, lifting him and charging towards the lower-right corner of the ring, slamming him violently into the turnbuckle. Warrior pulls back before lunging forward, slamming his shoulder roughly into the abdomen of Ambrose before locking his arms around his torso, pulling him away from the turnbuckle before lifting him, twisting him and slamming him down powerfully into the mat with a Colorado Suplex (Belly-to-Belly Suplex) Warrior hooks the leg of Ambrose quickly.

1….KICK OUT!

Ambrose effortlessly kicks out, which causes Warrior to get his feet and slam a kick into his side. Ambrose rolls onto his side in agony, something which simply allows Warrior to pull his leg back, slamming it violently into the back of Ambrose with great impact. Ambrose rolls onto his stomach, but Warrior simply kicks him again, sending Ambrose rolling under the bottom rope and to the outside. Warrior climbs out of the ring, grabbing Ambrose and pulling him to his feet, shoving him backwards into the crowd barrier before locking his hands around his neck, trying to throttle the very life out of him. Warrior quickly lets go as the referee rushes over, simply slapping Ambrose sharply around the right cheek, causing the crowd to jeer loudly.

Warrior takes a few steps back as Ambrose rests on the crowd barrier, charging forward and going for the Rage. At the last possible second, Ambrose sidesteps, allowing Warrior to collide head-and-shoulder first into the crowd barrier and forcing the front row behind the barrier to shuffle backwards. Warrior collapses to the floor, clutching his right shoulder in agony as Ambrose takes a few steps back, watching Warrior carefully before walking over, grasping his hair and shoving him backwards into the nearby ring steps. Ambrose takes a few steps back as Warrior looks up, rubbing his neck, and Ambrose runs forward, clearly aiming a kick at Warrior’s head, but Warrior ducks under and swiftly rolls to the right, causing Ambrose to collide with the steel steps and send him straight over them!

Long: Wow, that was actually quite pathetic.

Gibson: It’s a good thing Warrior ducked, or else he might’ve just had his skull caved in!

Warrior grabs the steel steps and pulls himself onto his knees as Ambrose carefully hobbles up onto his feet, kicking out his foot slightly to regain some feeling in it before stomping down on one of Warrior’s hands which are on the steel steps. Warrior cries out in pain, pulling his right hand away and shaking it in agony as Ambrose jogs up the steps, climbing into the ring and telling Warrior to get up and face him like a man. Clutching his right hand, Warrior slides into the ring, dashing forward and tackling Ambrose down to the mat with a swift shoulder to his gut, delivering a few hard left-hand strikes to the temple of Ambrose. Ambrose tries to block the punches, but Warrior gets to his feet, stomping down on Ambrose’s abdomen. Ambrose sits up slightly from the pain, allowing Warrior to deliver a huge kick into the back of Ambrose once more before grabbing his right leg and squatting down, placing the calf of Ambrose over his neck and standing up slightly, locking in a Stretch Muffler.

Warrior grasps the foot of Ambrose, pulling it down tightly to force strain upon Ambrose’s leg. The referee rushes over, but Ambrose simply shakes his head, clawing out his hands towards the nearby bottom rope. Warrior pulls on the leg of Ambrose, pulling him towards the center of the ring and forcing down tighter on his foot, straining his leg even more. Ambrose pushes up on his hands, looking over at the bottom rope and begins to claw at the mat, trying to pull himself closer towards the ropes in the hope that he can reach it. Warrior simply forces up with his neck, straining Ambrose’s leg even more. Ambrose quickly lunges forward, but Warrior keeps a tight clutch on his leg, pulling down even harder. Ambrose cries out in pain, pounding the mat with his fist and clawing forward, beginning to reach the rope while simultaneously beginning to clench his right leg, effectively attempting to use his own leg to form a vicegrip on Warrior’s neck. Warrior pushes up harder, but Ambrose lunges forward, both hands clutching the bottom rope.

The referee grabs Warrior’s right arm, shaking him and telling him to let go, but Warrior drops Ambrose and shoves the referee away, getting in his face and telling him to back off. Ambrose rolls onto his back, rubbing his right leg as Warrior shoves the referee again. The referee gets in his face, telling him to stop and calm down, but Warrior slaps the referee sharply around the cheek. The referee stumbles back, clutching his cheek and taking his eyes off of the action long enough for Ambrose to lunge up, hitting a swift low blow to Warrior to huge cheers from the audience!

Long: Oh, come on! Cheating, really?!

Gibson: All’s fair in love and war!

Warrior falls to his knee’s, clutching his groin as Ambrose moves around to him, locking him in a front headlock before spiking him down into the mat with an Amazing Impact DDT. Ambrose rolls Warrior onto his back, walking over to the turnbuckle and climbing out onto the apron, climbing up to the top rope and patting his right elbow before leaping off and hitting a powerful J-Drop! Ambrose quickly hooks Warrior’s leg.

1…..2..KICK OUT!

Warrior manages to thrust his shoulder up relatively quickly, breaking up the pinfall and forcing Ambrose up onto his feet. Ambrose grabs Warrior’s head, pulling him forward and up onto his knees, forcing his head between his legs and setting up for the J-Bomb! Ambrose grabs Warrior, trying to lift him up, but Warrior grabs both of Ambrose’s legs, tripping him up and slamming him onto his back. Keeping ahold of Ambrose’s legs, Warrior carefully twists both of them around so his back is facing the lower-left turnbuckle and falls backwards, keeping ahold of Ambrose’s legs and sending him over Warrior, flying forward and slamming face-first into the turnbuckle. Ambrose leans against the turnbuckle, turning around and allowing to quickly get to his feet, turning around and slamming his shoulder into the gut of Ambrose before taking a few steps back. Ambrose runs forward, going for a clothesline, but Warrior quickly ducks under it. Ambrose skids to a halt, turning around, but Warrior runs forward, charging at Ambrose and planting him violently into the mat with the Dichotomy (Running STO)

Warrior gets to his feet, grabbing the legs of Ambrose and turning him around, shuffling him under the upper-right turnbuckle and clutching the top rope, pulling himself up onto the second rope before carefully ascending to the top rope. Looking back at Ambrose and carefully steadying himself, Warrior backflips off, but Ambrose tucks his knees into his stomach, causing the weight of Warrior to slam down into the shins of Ambrose, driving them into Warrior’s abdomen. Warrior stumbles backwards, clutching his gut and choking loudly. Ambrose slowly pushes himself to his feet, walking over to Warrior who is down on one knee and pulls him to his feet, forcing him backwards into the ropes before leaning down, grabbing his leg and pushing him over the top rope. Warrior links his arms around the top rope, carefully landing on the apron after being forced over it, but Ambrose simply delivers a quick boot to Warrior’s gut. Warrior grabs the top rope, steadying himself. Ambrose grabs the arms of Warrior, turning him around and locking him a Cobra Clutch! Warrior struggles violently as Ambrose pulls back on Warrior’s arm, throttling him, but starts to step backwards so that Warrior is pulled across the top rope, eventually so that Warrior’s heels are on the top rope and Warrior is laying horizontally parallel with the mat. Warrior struggles violently, but Ambrose falls backwards, slamming Warrior roughly into the mat before quickly hooking his leg!

1….2…KICK OUT!

Ambrose slams the mat angrily, getting to his feet and pulling on Warriors hair, forcing him upwards onto his feet. Warrior stumbles around as Ambrose takes a few steps backwards, running forward for a Clothesline. Warrior charges forward, ducking under and turns around. Ambrose twists around, and Warrior aims a Clothesline of his all, but Ambrose ducks, pulling down on the nearby top rope as he does and sends Warrior over it. Warrior grasps the top rope as he goes over, managing to land feet first on the apron. Stabilising himself, he leans down, grabbing Ambrose’s neck and pulling him up before headbutting him in the back of his neck. Ambrose stumbles forward before Warrior grabs the top rope, carefully climbing up to the top rope. Ambrose turns around, running over and hops onto the second rope, jabbing a fist into Warrior’s jaw. Warrior shakes it off, grabbing both of Ambrose’s ears and pulling him forward, hitting him with a rough headbutt before pushing him away. Ambrose stumbles off the second rope, stumbling backwards before Warrior dives off, nailing him with a Rage (Gore) from the top rope, sending both men collapsing to the mat!

Gibson: Good God! Both men just got planted!

Long: A great move from Warrior!

Warrior and Ambrose remain down as the referee walks over, checking on both men. Warrior slowly sits up, rubbing his right shoulder as Ambrose remains still on the mat. Warrior lays over him, pinning his shoulders down to the mat.

1….2…..3-KICK OUT!

Ambrose forces his shoulders up, breaking the pin.Warrior slams the mat, jolting up to his feet and getting into the referees face, accusing him of counting slow. The referee warns Warrior to get out of his face, telling him to turn around or risk disqualification. Ambrose quickly forces himself to his knees, lunging up and grabbing Warrior’s legs, rolling him up!

1….2….KICK OUT!

Warrior quickly manages to summon the strength required to break out of the pin. Both men quickly climb up to their feet, but Ambrose acts first, delivering a swift right hook into the left kidney of Warrior. Warrior stumbles backwards, but Ambrose hits a quick jab, sending Warrior stumbling backwards even more. Ambrose grabs Warrior’s left arm, twisting him around so Warrior has his back to him before grabbing the back of his head, charging forward and throwing Warrior clean over the top rope and to the outside with a thunderous crash! Ambrose quickly climbs out of the ring, grabbing Warrior by his hair and pulling him up to his knees before slamming his head sideways into the crowd barrier, keeping ahold of his head and pulling him up further onto his feet before slamming his head down directly into the top of the crowd barrier. Ambrose pulls back Warrior’s head one more time, but Warrior swings an elbow back, slamming it into the abdomen of Ambrose.

As soon as Ambrose doubles over, Warrior moves backwards, grabbing the hem of Ambrose’s tights and throwing him forward over the crowd barrier. A few members of the front row quickly shuffle backwards on their seats as Ambrose hits the concrete. Warrior quickly hops over the crowd barrier, pulling Ambrose up to his feet before lifting him into a Military Press position, dropping him abdomen first across the crowd barrier! Ambrose smashes off the barrier, stumbling backwards and falling to the floor, clutching his gut. Warrior grabs Ambrose again, but Ambrose shoves him again before thrusting his shoulder into Warrior’s gut. Warrior stumbles backwards against the crowd barrier, and Ambrose stumbles up to his feet, charging forward for a Clothesline and nailing it with brute force, sending both men back up and over the crowd barrier!

Ambrose rolls through with the momentum, grasping the apron and pulling himself to his feet, looking down at Warrior and still clutching his abdomen, turning around and rolling into the ring, getting to his feet uneasily. Warrior grabs the apron, pulling himself onto his knees, but Ambrose walks over, slamming his feet down and stomping on the tips of Warrior’s fingers. Warrior pulls back, shaking his hands in pain, but lunges forward, grabbing Ambrose’s feet and pulling backwards with all his strength. Ambrose falls backwards, slamming hard against the mat before Warrior pulls him to the outside. Ambrose lands on his back on the outside, but Warrior pulls him up, grabbing his right arm and looking behind him before pulling Ambrose’s arm roughly, Irish Whipping him straight behind him and into the ring post which Ambrose hits face-first, smacking off of it and falling to his knees, clutching the ring post before pulling back, clutching his face.

Warrior steps backwards, getting into a three-point stance and watches Ambrose intently. Warrior remains in the position, pumping himself up to prepare for a Rage as Ambrose remains on his knees, rubbing his now-busted bottom lip before grabbing the ring post, turning around. Warrior immediately darts forward, but Ambrose quickly sidesteps at the last possible moment, sending Warrior crashing shoulder-first into the ring post!

Long: Wow. That was certainly a lucky escape for Ambrose.

Gibson: Lucky? Ambrose took his time to get up. I’m sure he knew Warrior was planning something!

Long: Lucky escape.

Ambrose walks over to Warrior, grabbing his hair and pulls him to his feet, pulling him backwards and slamming the back of his head into the steel ring post before grabbing him around his waist, lifting him up slightly and taking a few steps backwards before charging forward, slamming him back-first into the steel ring post! Warrior lets out a loud cry of pain, falling to his knees when Ambrose lets go of him. Ambrose walks over to him once again, grabbing his hair and yanking him violently to his feet, rolling him into the ring and onto his back before hopping onto the apron and quickly climbing onto the top rope. Stabilising himself, Ambrose pats his elbow before diving off, nailing the J-Drop and driving his elbow right into the chest of Warrior! As soon as the move hits, Ambrose quickly hooks Warrior’s leg.

1…..2……3-KICK OUT!

Warrior somehow manages to thrust a shoulder up, causing the fans to give a mixed reaction towards Warrior. Ambrose gets up onto his knees, hands on his hips and looks at the referee, holding up three fingers in despair. The referee shakes his head, holding up only two. Ambrose gets to his feet, stepping over Warrior and leaning down, grabbing his hair, but Warrior quickly barges forward, tackling Ambrose to the ground and taking down the referee in the process when Ambrose and Warrior collapse on top of him!

Gibson: Ah crap. The referee is down.

Long: And he just got flattened by Ambrose AND Warrior. We might need a bicycle pump out here just to help get him back to his original shape.

Warrior rolls off of Ambrose, sitting up and looking over at him, noticing the referee is down, clutching his stomach in agony. Warrior gives a small smirk, rolling out of the ring and throwing up the ring apron, leaning in and grabbing a folded steel chair before pulling the apron down, sliding the chair into the ring. Ambrose pushes himself up onto one knee as Warrior slides into the ring, grabbing chair and motioning for Ambrose to get to his feet. Ambrose gets up, turning and around and walks directly into a brutal chair shot from Ambrose which dents the seat of the steel chair as it slams violently into the head of Ambrose!

Long: He’s dead. No-one can take that and live.

Gibson: Ambrose just got FLATTENED! That bastard Warrior has to cheat to get the win here!

Ambrose crumples backwards into the mat as the referee rolls onto his stomach, shaking his head and starting to regain some form of consciousness. Not content with just one punishing chair shot, Warrior grabs Ambrose, shoving him backwards into the upper-right turnbuckle and grabs the chair, turning it sideways and wedging it between the second and top ropes on either side of Ambrose, making it so that it covers his lower chest and upper abdomen. Ambrose is dazed from the chair shot, shaking his head roughly as Warrior walks across the length of the ring, getting into a three-point stance and turning to face Ambrose with an absolutely malicious grin on his face.

Warrior charges forward, hoping for one final Rage to put down Ambrose. As Warrior speeds halfway across the ring, Ambrose manages to push the chair free, grabbing it and throwing it in one swift movement. The chair slams with a sickening crack into the top of Warrior’s skull, sending the chair spiralling across the mat and sending Warrior sliding across his torso on the mat. Ambrose quickly rushes over to the chair, sliding out of the ring and pulling it out of the ring, throwing up the apron and quickly throwing the chair under the ring before pulling the apron down and sliding back into the ring. The referee is now on one knee, retching slightly from being winded following the crushing he suffered from Ambrose and Warrior. Ambrose crawls over to Warrior, grasping his shoulders and pulling him backwards, hooking his leg. The referee is still winded, clutching his stomach. Ambrose looks over at the referee, yelling at him to count the pin. The referee crawls over..

1…..2…...KICK OUT!

The slow response of the referee allows Warrior to thrust his shoulder up safely before the three count. Ambrose gets up onto his knees, looking over at the referee and shaking his head in disgust before getting up to his feet and grabbing Warrior, pulling him between his legs to set up for the J-Bomb. Ambrose lifts Warrior, placing him over his back in a crucifix position, but Warrior struggles, managing to free himself. Without wasting a second, Warrior hurtles forward, rebounding off of the ropes behind Ambrose. Ambrose turns around, only to be greeted by Warrior wrapping an arm around his neck and brutally slamming him into the mat with the Dichotomy! (Running STO) Warrior hooks the leg of Ambrose..

1…..2….3-KICK OUT!

Ambrose somehow manages to thrust his arm up, constituting yet another near fall. Warrior climbs up to his feet, grabbing the right leg of Ambrose and slamming his leg down on it, looking to lock in the War Cry. Ambrose quickly sits up, delivering a swift jab to Warrior’s chest. Warrior reels slightly, but grabs Ambrose’s other leg. Ambrose responds with another swift jab to the chest, which Warrior responds to by delivering a rough hook into Ambrose’s jaw. Ambrose falls back slightly, but responds immediately by pulling his left leg into his chest and pushing the sole of his foot into Warrior’s jaw. Warrior grabs Ambrose’s foot, but Ambrose pushes rougher into Warrior’s jaw, managing to push him backwards enough to free his right foot. Ambrose quickly pushes both feet up into Warrior’s jaw, kicking him away and scuttling backwards and up onto his feet. Warrior quickly climbs up onto his feet, aiming a quick clothesline at Ambrose. Ambrose ducks under, slamming his fist into the gut of Warrior before grabbing him and lifting him up for a Delayed Vertical Suplex.

Warrior quickly twists around and lands behind Ambrose, who quickly spins around and delivering a thunderous boot into the gut before he grabs Warrior’s neck, pulls it under his arm and jumps backwards, spiking Warrior’s head violently into the mat with an Amazing Impact DDT! Ambrose quickly gets to his feet, grabbing Warrior’s head once more before lifting him up for a Vertical Suplex, turning him around to face the middle of the ring before falling backwards, hitting him with the suplex. With Warrior now down, Ambrose hops up to his feet in a surge of momentum, motioning for Warrior to get to his feet in preparation for a J-Bomb…

Warrior slowly rises to his feet, spitting a glob of his own blood to the mat below. He then rises to his feet.. Only to be nailed with the J-Bomb!! Warrior falls hard as Ambrose basically flops down on top of him.. Exhausted. Ambrose struggles a moment, and then he hooks the leg for the pin..

1...
2.….

Warrior raises an arm.. And then lets it drop.. Exhausted..

Three!!

Walt: Your winner… AMAZING JACE AMBROSE!!

Gibson: HE DID IT! JACE DID IT!!

Ambrose rolls off of Warrior as his theme song begins to play! The fans are cheering loudly as Ambrose slowly rises to his feet! Raising an arm in victory, Jace rolls out of the ring and tumbles forward into the fans at ringside! They pat him on the back and hug him in celebration!

Gibson: Hell of a match! That will be hard to top. Jace has really made a statement tonight! Congrats to you Jace.. The question remains now.. What next?

The scene fades out as we see Ambrose in the crowd. A party has begun!

[primetime]

The fans cheer as Jack Rodgers stands in front of a black Curtain. Behind him, the Asylum logo rests proudly.

Rodgers: I am here tonight with a man who believes that he can take down a King! Danny Tenfold!!

The fans cheer as Tenfold steps into view.

Rodgers: Danny, tonight you prepare to create history as you go toe to toe with Brett Cross for the Lionheart Championship! Any thoughts?

Danny stares out into the fans as he smiles.

Tenfold: You bet I do! Cross is a damn good champion, there is no doubt about that! The thing is, he has shown one true weakness.. A weakness that will make the difference tonight! His pride. He already believes that I can be defeated based solely on our physical sizes. Sure, I am not the largest man in the fed! I get that! The thing is, I have heart! I have.. A LIONHEART! I believe in myself and with that being said.. I won’t be stopped.

The fans cheer!

Rodgers: Cross has seriously been on a role as of late. With the Royal Rumble also looming in your mind, how can you possibly concentrate?

Tenfold: Simple. You see, I am hungry. I watch guys like Cross as they walk around taking for gratitude the successes that have come their way. My last stint as Pure Champion was a time that I will cherish forever.. But it also left me hungrier for more. The world is going to see a different Danny Tenfold tonight.. Count on it. Cross… I AM COMING FOR YOU!

Rodgers: Now back to you, Rock.

[primetime]

Rivera: Why? This makes no sense.

The scene opens up as we see Mark Rivera speaking to Warrior. Rivera is very animated as he looks frustrated. The office around them is dimly lit.

Warrior: Look, man. My head is just not in the game. I told you, if I can’t beat Jace then I have no business here. You know that.

Rivera: What about the Rumble?

Warrior: I am going to go out there still.. Not for a title.. But for myself. I owe it to my fans.

Leaning back in his chair, Rivera shakes his head.

Rivera: I thought you were made of sterner stuff. Good luck to you, Warrior. Like the company you once ran, I hope you fade into obscurity only to be remembered for your flaws.

Warrior: You know, it is true what they say about you…

Rivera: Yes.. It is. Now get out of MY office and prepare for your match. You’re still under contract.

Getting up, Warrior grunts and walks towards the door. He is stopped as Xplode barges into the room. The two stare at one another a moment until Xplode speaks.

Xplode: Nice match tonight… loser. You performed as I expected you would.

Warrior: I may have to take this shit from Rivera.. But not you.

Xplode: Oh? What are you going to do, jump me from behind again? Did you think I forgot? Go ahead.. Make a move. I will drop you right where you stand. You won’t though.. Because that isn’t how you work is it? Move out of my way.

Xplode walks past Warrior only to stop and speak one more time.

Xplode: Oh.. And Warrior? We still aren’t even. Remember that.

Warrior flips off Xplode and leaves the room as Rivera glares at Xplode.

Rivera: I don’t remember asking you to come in.

Xplode: Neither do I. You know why I am here.

Rivera: I upheld my end of the bargain, Jaden. Now, I want the paperwork.

Xplode laughs as he shakes his head.

Xplode: Not just yet, dude. I want to see this finished. If all goes well, the contract is your on the next show! If it doesn’t.. well.. You might want to start packing your shit now. I don’t fuck around like Kirk Kennedy did.

Rivera: Right. As you wish.

[primetime]

Asylum Lionheart Championship
Singles
Standard Rules
Brett Cross (c) vs. Danny Tenfold

Walt: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Asylum LionHeart Championship!

"Sidstyler" by Machinae Supremacy begins to blasts from the loud speakers as Danny Tenfold steps out onto the stage to cheers from the fans. He looks around and grins before quickly making his way down the ramp, high-fiving fans on the way.

Walt: Introducing first, the challenger, from Longview, Washington and weighing an even two-hundred-and-twenty-five pounds… DANNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY TENFOLD!

When he gets to the bottom of the ramp he slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He hops to his feet in the middle of the ring and raises his right fist as he looks around the arena, taking in the applause. Danny finally heads to his corner as the music fades.

The guitar intro of Hermod's Ride to Hel begins to blare out of the PA system, htiting hard as pyros go off over the entrance and Brett Cross with the Lionheart title about his waist makes his way out from underneath a waterfall of golden sparks, not wasting any time. As the drums enter, the audience stomps their feet in unison with the rhythm, shaking the entire arena with their cheers. The theme continues as Cross walks swiftly down the ramp, his face full of motivation, his focus nowhere else but the ring.

Walt: And his opponent, the LionHeart Champion, weighing three-hundred-and-thirty-six pounds, he is The Norse Hammer, The God of Midgaard… BRETT CROOOOOOOOOOOOOSS!

Cross steps up to the ring using the steps and then climbs in over the top rope. 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. Then, he slides out of his furred trench coat and tosses it over the ropes. After removing his title belt last, he turns to stare down Tenfold whilst rotating his shoulders and loosening up for the match.

Long: I can’t see how anyone is giving Tenfold a chance in Hell of winning this match, he just can’t compare to the Bifrost Brawler!

Gibson: Oh really? Well, as I remember it, Cross only narrowly beat Tenfold to win that belt, so I think this rematch could go either way. Tenfold looks motivated, he looks like he wants to win.

Long: What, and Cross looks like he’d rather be at home with a good book? Give me a break; Cross is going to win this one. It’s his night tonight, I’m telling you!

The referee holds the belt up for the audience before passing it to the time-keeper as the bell is rung.

DING! DING! DING!

Cross sneers at Tenfold, clearly not impressed by the challenger. Danny shrugs and then charges straight for Cross, launching himself into the air to hit a jumping knee to the chest of Cross, staggering him back and allowing Tenfold to quickly hit a leg sweep and floor the Champion. Tenfold wastes no time and hits a jumping knee drop on Cross, rolling away as Cross sits up, shaking the cobwebs away and climbing to his feet.

Tenfold immediately charges him down again with a running wheel kick, flooring Cross once more as Tenfold leaps to the top rope in a single bound, flipping backwards through the air to connect with a moonsault, covering for a quick pin.

One…

Two – Kickout!

Gibson: It looks like the challenger came to play tonight! He’s going wild on Cross in the early stages of this match, looking for the quick victory!

Long: These are just the desperate attacks of a desperate man. Tenfold’s only hope is to keep up this onslaught and steal a win by dazzling Cross just long enough to keep him down. He can’t keep this pace up for long though, and the more that Cross takes from Danny, the less he’ll have left to give.

Gibson: So, you’re saying that Danny needs to hit him fast, and hit him hard, and go for quick pins to try to wrap things up early?

Long: Exactly!

Gibson: So, what is Tenfold doing in that ring?

Long: …

Tenfold is stood across the ring as Cross rises to one knee, giving Tenfold the perfect opportunity to rush across and connect with the Shining Wizard, sending Cross straight back to the mat. Tenfold then takes hold of the ropes, vaulting up onto the top rope, pushing backwards and hitting an innovative body splash, covering for another pin.

One…

Two…

Kickout with authority!

Cross literally throws Tenfold off of him, Danny doing well to roll through it and land in a squatting position as Cross roars, standing up and glaring down the challenger.

Gibson: Cross looks mad!

Long: He looks like a winner!

Cross stomps towards Tenfold and throws off a vicious right hand that Danny ducks under, leaping up behind Cross to hit a dropkick. Cross staggers forwards and then spins around, swinging wildly, his right arm barely missing Tenfold as he leaps back out of the way. Cross then rushes in with a clothesline but Danny ducks under it and runs at the far set of ropes, rebounding and launching into the air for a cross body, but to no avail, as Cross throws up a giant boot, catching Tenfold in mid-air and cutting out his momentum entirely, as Tenfold crumples to the mat, clutching his ribs.

Cross smirks and grabs Tenfold’s head, pulling him up and then driving a knee into his gut, following up with a second and then a third, before wrapping his arms around Tenfold’s waist and hoisting him into the air for a gutwrench powerbomb, slamming him down hard on the mat as Cross makes the cover.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Danny gets a shoulder up at the count of two to break the pin. Cross gets up, dragging Tenfold with him and whips him to the ropes, catching him on the rebound and swinging him around for a sitout spinebuster. Cross then steps onto Tenfold’s gut, standing in place as the referee tells him to stop it. Cross steps down, but he seems to be basking in every moment of the crowd’s jeers, pulling Tenfold up, and throwing him to the corner. Cross approaches and holds Danny in place with his left hand, using his free arm to light up Tenfold’s chest with a series of knife-edge chops, causing the crowd to wince in unison with Tenfold each time.

Long: I think it’s quite clear who is in charge of this match now. I told you, Tenfold just doesn’t have it in him.

Gibson: Don’t count Danny out just yet, he’s got more to him than you give him credit for, just watch and see!

Cross stops chopping Tenfold, instead lifting him up to sit him on the top turnbuckle. Tenfold’s head lolls forward as he struggles to stay conscious, swaying as Cross climbs out of the ring and onto the apron. Cross approaches Tenfold and grabs his arms, hooking him into a crucifix position, lifting him slightly as Tenfold continues to sway, still out of it.

Gibson: I can’t see this ending well!

Cross then lifts Tenfold off of the turnbuckle and leaps forwards, hitting a crucifix powerbomb onto the floor, slamming Tenfold hard. Cross smirks and climbs back up onto the apron, raising his arms as the crowd simply jeer and boo in response, Cross jumps off of the apron, hitting a double-foot stomp on Tenfold who yells in pain, clutching his ribs and rolling around on the floor at ringside as the referee’s count reaches three.

Cross pulls Tenfold up, and rolls him into the ring, following in and covering.

One…

Two…

Thr-No! Kickout!

At the last possible second, Tenfold manages to kick out, Cross paying the price for not hooking the leg on the pin. Undeterred, Cross pulls Tenfold up and lifts him onto his shoulders for a powerbomb. Struggling, Tenfold hits a few punches to the head of the Bifrost Brawler, before locking his ankles behind Cross’ head, effectively choking out the Viking. Struggling to get Tenfold off, Cross punches Danny in the gut, but the disorientation is enough for Tenfold to unwrap his legs, flipping his body back and sending Cross hurtling forwards with a hurricanrana. Cross hits the mat hard, but he gets to his knees, gasping for air as Tenfold lies on his back, taking a moment to catch is breath.

Gibson: Brilliant move by Tenfold! He’s caught Brett Cross out and given himself a real chance to get back into this match!

Long: I don’t think he’s got enough left to capitalise on this chance. If he stays down for too long, Brett Cross will bury him tonight! Hey, maybe that would open up a spot for me in the Rumble. That would get the fans talking, “Glorious” Sidney Long winning his first Rumble at fifty-nine years of age!

Gibson: Keep dreaming, Sid…

Tenfold gets to his feet at about the same time as Cross, the two in opposite corners as the crowd cheers them on, Cross still holding a decent fan base despite his recent change in personality. Cross advances on Tenfold, looking to grapple him, but Tenfold manages to slip away, hitting a few quick kicks to the midsection, followed by a dropkick, knocking Cross to the mat.

Tenfold wastes no time in heading to the top rope, and as Cross gets up, Danny flies through the air to hit a missile dropkick. Cross hits the mat hard, so Tenfold makes the cover.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Cross gets a shoulder up to stop the count. Tenfold runs to the ropes and bounces back for a running knee drop, getting a pop from the crowd. Tenfold runs to the ropes and bounces back for a second, but Cross rolls away, out of the ring, so Tenfold carries on, hurling himself over the top rope with a suicide dive, hitting Cross in the back and sending both men crashing into the crowd barrier on the outside.

Tenfold rolls to his feet first, but Cross is draped over the barrier, prone to an attack. Spotting his moment, Tenfold climbs onto the barrier and runs along it, hitting a big legdrop on the back of Cross’ head, the two men landing among the crowd. Tenfold gets up slowly, struggling, but he hops over the barrier and rolls into the ring and then back out to reset the count. Tenfold climbs back over the barrier and pulls Cross up, pushing him over the barrier and towards the ring.

Gibson: Danny needs to get Cross back in the ring. He can’t win the title by count out!

Danny then rolls Cross into the ring, following in before the count is up. Tenfold then heads to the top rope and signals for the Killswitch Tengage, looking to wrap this match up. Tenfold launches himself off of the top rope, but fails to connect as Cross rolls out of the way, leaving Tenfold to crash and burn.

Cross struggles to his feet and approaches Tenfold, pulling him up, but getting a kick to the gut for doing so as Danny fights back, hitting a flurry of punches and a heel kick to knock Cross back, holding his jaw as Tenfold rushes to the corner, climbing the turnbuckle. Danny slips whilst climbing to the second rope, struggling to pull himself up to the top, but the delay is enough to allow Brett Cross to get back to his feet, and, seeing Danny on the top rope, he charges across the ring and hits the Hammer Mjollnir (Polish Hammer) sending Tenfold crashing to the outside, landing in a heap as the referee begins counting.

Long: That’s it! This match is over!

Cross remains in the ring, watching Tenfold’s lifeless body as the referee reaches four on his count out.

Gibson: This isn’t right!

Long: What? It’s not against the rules!

The referee reaches eight as Tenfold begins to stir at ringside. Cross shakes his head wearily, telling Tenfold to stay down.

Tenfold slowly staggers to his feet, but it’s too little too late! The referee finishes his count and calls for the bell as the match ends!

DING! DING! DING!

Walt: Your winner, and still Asylum LionHeart Champion as a result of a count out… The God of Midgaard, BRETT CROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSS!

The referee hands Brett his belt back as Cross holds it proudly over his head to jeers from the crowd. Danny is shown outside, visibly frustrated as he slumps against the crowd barrier, having come so close and been denied at the very end…

[primetime]

The feed fads in as we see Rock Gibson speaking to Sidney Long.

Gibson: This week, the fans were asked to sound off on a series of questions! Here are the results!


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A) Who in your opinion, is the most influential writer in the EUW-Asylum?
Winner: Oblivion
Runner Up: Brett Cross

B) Who is your favorite character in the current EUW-Asylum?
Winner: Brett Cross
Runner Up: Mister Luck

C) Who is your favorite character of all time in the EUW-Asylum?
Winner: Oblivion
Runner Up: Lincoln Daggerson

D) Who is the top Heel in the current EUW-Asylum?
Winner: Mister Luck
Runner Up: TITAN

E) Who is the top Face in the current EUW-Asylum?
Winner: Oblivion
Runner Up: Jack Bull

F) Who will win the Royal Rumble? (Choose One)
Winner: Brett Cross

G) Who in your opinion, is the greatest writer you have ever seen? (Any Fed)
Winner: Obi (In all his incarnations.)
Runner Up: Trent Sickness

H) Who in your opinion is the top three best writers on the internet today?
Winner: Oblivion
Runner Up 1: Brett Cross
Runner Up 2: Mister Luck

I) Who will win the World Title Match? Chris Sabora or TITAN?
TITAN

J) Who will win the Lionheart Championship? Brett Cross or Danny Tenfold?
Brett Cross

K) Will Warrior lose to Jace Ambrose?
Yes

L) What City would you like to see Prestige broadcasted from?
No clear result.

M) Who will be the next big name in the fed?
Winner: Danny Tenfold
Runner Up: Roy Viper

N) Who in your opinion is the most red hot character right now?
Winner: TITAN
Runner Up: Mister Luck

[primetime]

Singles Match
Special Referee: Xplode
No DQ
Mister Luck vs. Oblivion

Walt: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a No Disqualification match up! Introducing first, the special guest referee… XPLOOOOOOOOOOOODE!

“Whiskey Hangover” by Godsmack begins to play loudly around the arena as the lights start to flash, sending the crowd into wild cheers. A few seconds later, Xplode walks out in ring gear, with the addition of a striped referee’s shirt, making his way to the ring. Xplode climbs in and heads for the nearest turnbuckle climbing it and making an “X” with his arms as his music dies out.

As the opening horns blare, the lights blink red and gold. Once the main body of the song plays, the lights suddenly switch fully on, a golden spotlight shining on the stage. The curtain is thrown aside as Luck walks out onto the stage, rubbing his wrists with a ruby-red Legion standard tied around his neck, acting as a cape. Dave follows him out slowly, and once all three stand at the top of the stage, they begin to walk down the ramp, ignoring the vicious cheers from the crowd.

Walt: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at two hundred and twenty one pounds...MISTER LUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

Luck reaches the bottom of the ramp, turning his head and spitting at the foot of the crowd barrier before running forward and sliding under the bottom rope into the ring. He runs over to the upper-right corner, looking down at the fans before holding out his arm, flipping the bird to all of them before spitting to the outside, jumping down from the turnbuckle and stretching his arms as Dave slides into the ring. Both men congregate for a few seconds, talking amongst each other before turning to the ramp and holding out their right arms straight, palms at the ground as they give a Roman salute. Dave quickly breaks the salute, untying the flag from Lucks neck and draping it over his corner as Luck walks towards it.

The lights dim down.

The deep bass sounds of a large engine can be heard as the crowd stands to their feet, automatically knowing who is about to come out next. The camera pans from left to right now, showcasing a select group of fans as they raise their fists and stare at the entrance way..

"Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold now begins to play..

With the fans screaming at a fever pitch, Oblivion drives through the entrance curtain aboard a 2010 Harley Davidson Dyna Glide. Dressed in dark leathers and a red bandanna, Obi glances at the fans in attendance before raising one gloved fist over his head.

With the fans screaming at a fever pitch, Oblivion revs his engine and then let's it all out.. racing down the rampway and towards the ring. Circling the ring once, he shuts down the bike and dismounts. Stepping up the metal steps, Oblivion raises one leg over the top rope and enters the ring, tossing the bandanna into the fans from on top of his head. He begins to shadow box as he backs up into a corner, cracking his neck and awaiting the start of the match.

Walt: And his opponent, weighing two-hundred and fifty-five pounds, a man that you all know… OOOOOOOOOOBLIVION!

The fans cheer wildly for Oblivion as his music fades out, the crowd chanting his name as Walt exits the ring and Xplode makes his checks. Satisfied, Xplode calls for the bell to be rung and the match begins.

DING! DING! DING!

Oblivion steps out of his corner, staring down Luck with a mean glare, but Luck remains motionless, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes focussed on Oblivion but not reacting to him or his movements in any discernable way. Oblivion stops in the centre of the ring, but still Luck stands his ground, which seems to only incite the crowd, booing as Oblivion shakes his head. Xplode shrugs and motions to Luck that he’s meant to be wrestling, but still gets no response.

Oblivion decides enough is enough and marches up to Luck, moving to grab him, only to catch a shot to the jaw from a pair of brass knuckles that Luck was hiding behind his back. Oblivion staggers as the crowd erupt into venomous jeers and boos, Luck breaking into a sadistic smirk as he swings a second time, revealing that both hands are sporting brass knuckles. Luck fires off a quick volley of punches to the jaw and chest of Oblivion, causing him to stagger back towards the ropes, only for “Big” Dave to hope up and pull down the top rope as a dropkick from Luck sends the Big Dog over the rope and to the outside.

Gibson: This isn’t right! Luck isn’t wrestling at all; he’s just swinging wild rights and lefts! He’s using those knuckles because his own strikes could never do enough damage to a man like Oblivion!

Long: Oh, get over yourself, kid! This match has no disqualifications, so Luck can do whatever the Hell he pleases. Even with Xplode as referee, he’s free to use all the weapons and cheap shots he wants. As the guy that wrote the book on cheap shots, believe me when I say that there are a lot of them out there!

Luck basks in the chorus of boos, as Big Dave stomps on Oblivion as Oblivion struggles, the repeated shots from the knuckles having taken a lot out of him. Dave steps back as Luck climbs out of the ring, kneeling besides Oblivion. Luck then pulls Oblivion’s head up and spits in his face, laughing wickedly as he does so.

Oblivion: Do it again…

Luck stops laughing and looks down as Oblivion’s eyes narrow.

Oblivion: Do it again… And it will be the last thing you do!

Luck blinks for a moment and laughs again, tilting his head back, ready to spit once again, only for Oblivion’s arm to fly up, grabbing Luck by the neck. Luck begins to gag and choke as Oblivion squeezes tightly, crushing Luck’s throat, sending the crowd into a wave of cheers. Gasping, Luck struggles and claws at Oblivion’s hand, trying to break the grip, but his strength is quickly fading and as it does, Oblivion begins to rise.

Within seconds, the Big Dog is back on his feet as Luck’s legs weaken, his face turning red as he wheezes. Oblivion’s eyes blaze with fury and he hoists Luck high into the air, slamming him down, back-first onto the guard rail with a single-arm chokeslam as the crowd scatters, leaving space for the two men. Luck slumps, falling to ringside, clutching at his throat, desperately trying to catch his breath as Oblivion stands over him, one fist raised in triumph.

Dave decides he has seen enough and charges at Oblivion with a big shoulder block, knocking him to the ground. Dave then pulls Oblivion up and hits a few quick shots to the ribs, before grabbing Oblivion by the throat, looking for a chokeslam of his own. Instantly, Oblivion’s hand shoots up, grabbing Dave by the throat too, both men locking eyes and squeezing the air out of each others’ throats.

Long: This is why Oblivion won’t win, he’s too easily distracted. Dave Markinson is not his opponent, Mr. Luck is! He’s wasting time and energy on someone that isn’t even involved in this match!

Gibson: You can’t be serious about that! Dave Markinson is mostly definitely involved in this match, even if he isn’t a competitor, he’s getting involved and Oblivion has to fend him off as well as Luck. He’s fighting a handicap match against the Las Vegas Commission here!

Long: If it was unfair, and against the rules, I’m sure that the referee would do something about it!

Xplode is shown watching the action from the ring, but not getting involved, both Luck and Oblivion letting each other go, stepping backwards as a stare-off ensues. Dave quickly charges at Oblivion from behind with a steel chair, but Oblivion telegraphs it, bringing up a massive boot and slamming the chair straight into Dave’s face with a giant kick, sending him to the floor where he lies motionless.

Gibson: If Oblivion can take out Dave now, he can finally get on with fighting his opponent!

Dave rushes at Oblivion with a clothesline to the back of the head, knocking him to the floor once again, following up with a series of stomps as Oblivion tries to shield himself. Protecting his head, Oblivion manages to roll out of the way, using the announcer’s table to pull himself up, grabbing the top of it and smacking “Big” Dave in the face with it. Oblivion then pulls up the TV monitor and advances on Markinson.

Long: Thief! Bring that back this instant!

Oblivion turns around and sticks one finger up at Long, before turning back to see Dave getting up. Oblivion readies himself, and takes aim with the monitor, looking to take out Markinson with one shot. Dave pulls himself up, shaking off the cobwebs, but before Oblivion can swing, he takes a chair shot to the back, staggering forwards, as Dave grabs him and turns him around, applying a Full Nelson hold. Luck grins, visibly bleeding from the mouth as he drops the chair and sets about working over Oblivion’s ribs.

Xplode shouts at them to break it up, but neither man pays him any attention, and as Xplode can’t stop them, he remains stood in the ring, watching the attack. A few sharp strikes from Luck are followed up by a swift boot to the groin, bringing jeers from the crowd and a laugh from “Big” Dave, as he lets go, Oblivion slumping to the mat. Luck stomps on Oblivion and then climbs to the top of the turnbuckle, instructing Dave to roll Oblivion into the ring.

Luck takes a moment to enjoy the hatred of the crowd, before turning around and launching himself backwards to hit the Red Carpet Landing (Moonsault to Double Foot Stomp) on Oblivion, driving the air out of the Big Dog’s lungs. Luck then stands on Oblivion’s chest once more, telling Xplode to count the pin.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Oblivion gets a shoulder up at two, much to Luck’s frustration. Sighing, Luck rolls out of the ring and pulls a baseball bat out from under the ring, along with a length of barbed wire. Lucky quickly coils the wire around the bat, throwing it over the top rope into the ring before climbing back in as Dave watches from ringside.

Gibson: Must be a leftover from the HardKore Title match earlier tonight!

Luck picks up the bat, making sure that the barbed wire is properly wrapped around it and approaches Oblivion. Luck holds the bat up above his head, as if some sort of ceremonial weapon, swinging it down with full force, only for Oblivion to roll aside at the last moment. Quickly back to his feet, Oblivion charges at Luck with a heavy clothesline, causing Luck to drop the bat and duck to the side. Oblivion turns around quickly and charges at Luck again, who quickly drops to the mat and rolls to the outside.

Oblivion is visibly panting in the ring as he holds his ribs, Xplode moving to check on him. The two exchange some words and Oblivion nods, as Xplode steps back. Luck is stood outside of the ring as Dave propped up on a chair near the announcer’s table, as the pair fire insults at Oblivion, who responds by raising one arm into the air, the cheers of the Oblivion fans in the arena drowning out not just Luck’s abuse but every other sound, the support for the Big Dog deafening as it reverberates around the arena.

OBLIVION! OBLIVION! OBLIVION!

Gibson: I think it’s pretty clear who the crowd wants to win tonight!

Long: What? I can’t hear you over these morons chanting for that thug!

Xplode picks up the barbed wire bat and hands it to Oblivion who nods in approval, before climbing out of the ring and charging down the two remaining members of the Las Vegas Commission. Oblivion swings wildly, catching Dave Markinson in the face and drawing blood, before driving the butt of the bat into Dave’s gut, doubling him over. Oblivion then swings at Luck, who rolls into the ring to escape, before grabbing Dave and whipping him straight into the steel steps, dislodging them. Oblivion then pulls Dave to his feet and hoists him high into the air for The Full Throttle (Jack Knife Powerbomb), carrying him towards the steel steps and throwing him violently onto them.

Gibson: And that’s Dave Markinson out of the equation. Finally we get the match that was scheduled – Oblivion vs. Mr. Luck!

Luck instantly rushes at the ropes, vaulting himself over and onto Oblivion, looking for some kind of a hurricanrana, but Oblivion has other ideas, catching Luck in mid-air and then grabbing him for a second TFT, moving towards the announcer’s table as Gibson and Long step away. Luck is struggling and squirming, trying to escape Oblivion’s grip, but the hold is tight and Oblivion is readying himself to send Luck through the announcer’s table.

Luck then proceeds to throw his head back, for a hurricanrana, but Oblivion keeps tight hold of his legs, leaving Luck hanging upside down, back-to-belly with Oblivion. Luck then reveals his master plan – using this position to fire off a painful looking elbow to the groin of Oblivion, sending him staggering back. Using this chance, Luck hits a second and as Oblivion’s grip loosens, Luck wraps his legs tightly around his opponent’s neck, lifting himself back up to a seating position and then jerking back suddenly to hit the hurricanrana, sending Oblivion crashing into the announcer’s table, his head bouncing off of the top of it.

Luck gets up and grabs Oblivion, dragging him away from the table and rolling him into the ring before climbing up onto the apron and leaping over, hitting a slingshot legdrop, covering for a pin.


One…

Two…

Kickout!

Oblivion gets a shoulder up to deny Luck the victory. Xplode simply shrugs, having given a fair count as Luck shakes his head, raging as he marches across the ring and to the apron. Waiting, Luck sees his chance as Oblivion gets up and launches himself through the air to hit The Praetorian’s Wrath (Flying Tornado DDT), catching Oblivion perfectly and sending him crashing to the mat. Luck then goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

The crowd cheers as Oblivion refuses to stay down much to Luck’s disgust. Luck slams his fists on the mat, ranting and raving as he heads outside and picks up a steel chair, climbing back into the ring and smash the flat of the chair down onto Oblivion’s stomach. Luck then seems to snap, hitting Oblivion over, and over, and over with the chair, before placing it on his stomach and heading to the top rope, launching himself off for the Red Carpet Landing, stomping the chair hard into Oblivion’s gut. Luck then covers.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Somehow, Oblivion gets a shoulder up, leaving Luck fuming as the crowd cheer wildly.

Gibson: He just won’t stay down!

Long: What the Hell is Luck going to have to do win? Kill Oblivion?

Gibson: I wouldn’t put it past him to try!

Furious, Luck pulls Oblivion to his feet, the Big Dog staggering slightly, fighting to stay in this match on instinct at the moment. Luck then grabs the chair and drives it into Oblivion’s ribs, doubling him over as Luck raises the chair, holding it so that the edge points downwards at Oblivion’s exposed neck.

Long: Luck’s going to execute Oblivion with a steel chair!

Luck holds the chair in place for a moment, genuine malice in his eyes as he savors what will surely be the end of his opponent. Luck then takes a deep breath, ready to drive the chair edge down onto Oblivion’s neck, but this pause gives Oblivion a chance and he quickly pulls his head back, narrowly avoiding the chair, and following up with a leaping clothesline to floor Luck, quickly mounting him and firing off a volley of punches, sending the arena into wild cheers for their hero.

Oblivion then gets up off of Luck, slumping slightly in the corner, catching his breath as Luck writhes on the mat, rolling onto his stomach and pulling himself up on the ropes.

Gibson: Both men look exhausted! There can’t be much left in the tank for either of them!

Luck remains down a moment, holding his neck in agony. Oblivion is still seated as he breathes heavily. With the fans at a fever pitch.. Both men begin to rise to their feet once again! There is no giving up for the two men at all! The fans applaud them both equally as Luck flops against the ropes in exhaustion! Oblivion leans in to a turnbuckle across the way! Shaking off the cobwebs.. Luck walks into the center of the ring, taunting Oblivion to punch him on the chin! Obi shakes his head in frustration as he walks towards luck! Xplode looks at both men and smiles, enjoying the carnage! As both Luck and Oblivion stare at one another, the fans go wild.. And both men suddenly explode with punches!!

Gibson: Look at them go!

Luck drills Oblivion but seems to be losing the exchange as Oblivion slowly pushes him backward! Luck continues to fight back but the punches keep on coming in at a high rate! Looking to turn the tide quickly, Luck ducks under a huge haymaker by Oblivion only to use the DDT!! Oblivion crashes hard into the mat with arms stretched out!

Long: You got it! THE BIG DOG IS DONE!

Rolling over, Luck hooks the leg for the pin as the crowd boos loudly! He is exhausted as sweat pours down his bald head!

1...
2.…

Gibson: WHAT?!! LOOK!

Luck suddenly is pulled forward, his arms waving around frantically as Oblivion hooks a leg over his head! A few twists of the arm later and Luck is locked into the…

Gibson: THE DIRT NAP!! OBLIVION HAS SOMEHOW FOUND THE STRENGTH TO LOCK IN THE DIRT NAP!! CAN LUCK HANG ON?!! CAN HE SURVIVE?!!

Luck flails his arms continuously in hopes of finding a rope to break the hold! Oblivion keeps it locked on, his hair drenched in sweat and his face looking of pure exhaustion! A few more stretches from Luck as he refuses to submit…

Luck then looks up, his eyes rolling into the back of the head…

Luck then tries to punch Oblivion in the gut…

Luck then.. Finally.. Let’s go and passes out. A bit of blood begins to pour from the corner of his mouth! The crowd cheers as they realize that Luck has finally given up!

Gibson: HE DID IT! OBLIVION DID IT!

Walt: Your winner.. OBLIVION!

“Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play as Oblivion releases the hold! Luck flops to his back as does Oblivion! Both men remain motionless as the fans scream loudly! Oblivion is shown with his eyes wide open. Luck finally rolls over as Dave Markinson tends to him, helping him to his feet.

Gibson: We may have just witnessed the greatest match in history. Two men literally gave their all to defeat one another. Luck can barely stand as he is being helped by his friend, Dave. Wait.. What is this?!

Walking through the entrance, Zack Cornell hobbles towards the ring! He is very well beaten up as he barely can make it there. Entering the ring, the three men share an embrace as Luck turns in Oblivion’s direction and nods. Somehow, he knows Oblivion is responsible for Zack’s release!

Gibson: The LVC have been reunited! The three of them are leaving the ring now, Dave carrying the both of them practically. They have been through hell in the last few months. Now, they finally have closure.

Still in the ring, Oblivion is still down. Medical crews rush into the ring to see to him as the fans grow eerily quiet. Another set of medical staff now come down the ramp way, stretcher in hand. As they slide in the stretcher, Oblivion is slowly pulled up into a seated position.

Gibson: Wow. This fight took more out of the Big Dog than we thought. He is barely moving!

Rolled unto the board, Oblivion suddenly shoves away the medical crews as he rolls out of the ring! The fans begin to scream in approval as he crumbles to the ringside floor! Slowly getting back up once again, Oblivion accepts a helping hand from a fan who has hopped the barricade as the two slowly make their way up the ramp way and to the entrance.

Gibson: Amazing.. I don't think I have ever seen the Big Dog look so.. tired? Something is different.

The duo then walk out of sight backstage as the fans chant : OBLIVION! OBLIVION!

Gibson: We will be back.. After these messages.

[primetime]

Jordan: Are you ready, Champ?

The feed begins as we see Barry Jordan and EUW Champion, TITAN. The fans instantly begin to boo upon seeing them! TITAN is shown performing pull ups from a doorway as he stares at his championship belt!

Jordan: TONIGHT! You are going to finally dismiss the ghost of the past.. Chris Sabora! There will be no more doubts as to who the World Champion is after the Machine is broken! YOU WILL BE THE FUTURE!

TITAN suddenly drops to the floor and stares at Barry. Panting, TITAN responds.

TITAN: I AM THE FUTURE NOW! I have already destroyed this punk! There ain’t a man in this company that I have not defeated! Tonight will be just another example as to why I am the best in this business! ONE MORE MAN…

TITAN then punches a nearby locker! It shatters instantly!

TITAN: ..ONE MORE CAREER! You see, Prestige is next. This is the largest show in our industry! It is my destiny to be there as the World Champion! The boys are having a Royal Rumble to see who faces me next?! I SAY LET THEM! I AM NOT AFRAID OF NOBODY!!

TITAN then grabs the doorway and begins performing pull ups once again. Jordan notices a slew of scars along his shoulder blades and lower spine.

Jordan: Son… your back..

TITAN: Let it be, Barry. Don’t act like Terry Jones. Remember what happened to him..

Jordan: Right. Come on.. Let’s get you ready! IT’S TIME TO MAKE HISTORY!!

[primetime]

The scene opens up as we see Mark Rivera speaking to Jack Bull in the hallway. The two seem to be arguing as various employees perform their duties in the background.

Rivera: Bull, I assure you, tonight will be a match of integrity. There will be no cheating or tricks involved.

Bull: I hope not. I have had it up to my neck with the bullcrap around here! I will be in the main event at Prestige. The World Title belongs to me!

The fans start cheering with approval!

Rivera: Then go out there and prove it. Now if you will excuse me, I-

Bull: YOU ARE OUT OF EXCUSES RIVERA!

Jack Bull then walks away, focused and pissed. Rivera watches him walk away, seething with anger. Behind him, a show employee approaches him.

Employee: How long are you going to deal with that, Sir?

Rivera: Not much longer. I assure you.

Suddenly, there is a commotion in the hallway as medical crews drag a man into a nearby room! Smears of blood streaks line the tile floor behind them as the door is slammed shut! Noticing this, Rivera walks towards the noise and opens the door, only to see medical crews tending to Oblivion! He is laid out on a fold out bed, not moving at all.

Rivera: What’s wrong with him?! What happened?!

Crew: We don’t know. An ambulance is on the way! This is serious.

Rivera: Serious?

Crew: Please sir.. Step back.

Crews continue to tend to Oblivion as Rivera smiles. He watches on as one lone eye barely opens on Oblivion’s face.. Only to close again. Rivera begins to speak under his breath.

Rivera: That’s right. I told you that I would bury you, you son of a bitch. Now look at you, broken. Luck did the job after all.

Crew: Excuse me?

Rivera notices that a crew member has noticed him now and he quickly makes an excuse.

Rivera: I just said, I hope he is ok.

Crew: Me too, Sir.

[primetime]

Asylum World Championship
Singles
First Blood Match
TITAN (c) vs. Chris “The Machine” Sabora

Gibson: Now we head into the match everybody has wanted to see! The return of Chris The Machine Sabora! Tonight, his career comes full circle as he prepares to attempt to make history and become the first three time champion of the world! He will find that no easy task as he squares off against the current champion, TITAN!

Long: TITAN is a behemoth of a man! He is indestructible! Tonight, he proves his dominance by beating the one man who has plagued him throughout his career! Chris Sabora has no idea what he is in for tonight! TITAN is hungry.. And at his best.

Gibson: We shall see. In the past, Sabora has performed the impossible. Can lighting strike… three times? Let’s head to the ring!

The feed pans to the ring where we see John Walt. Behind him, the fans chant “MACH-INE MACH-INE!”

Walt: This match will be a First Blood Match for the Asylum Championship of the World!! Coming to the ring first…

Immediately the fans explode, standing up with cheers in anticipation!

Walt: He is a former two time champion in his own right…. Please welcome.. CHRIS SABORA!!!

The lights dim down as the crowd stands up to their feet. “Bleed for Me” by Saliva begins to play as a fog machine releases it’s contents unto the stage area. Lights begin to blink in a strobe like fashion as the crowd cheers relentlessly, awaiting the arrival of the next competitor. Stepping into view, The Machine glares out from underneath a thick leather mask, his face completely concealed. His body is dressed in a similar outfit, a tightly fitted black leather uniform. The fans continue cheering as he glances from left to right, only to slowly walk down the ramp and towards the ring.

Stopping at ringside, The Machine turns to the fans once more, only to then head toward the metal steps and ascend them after. He casually slips through the ropes and walks toward center ring where he turns to face the fans. Cameras flash repeatedly behind him as he slowly raises one gloves fist over his head and into the air. He then slowly arches his neck as his arm lowers, glancing in the direction of the referee. With his theme song fading to a close, The Machine steps back in the direction of his corner, to await the start of the match..

Sabora paces the ring, yanking on the ropes a few times. A large knee brace is shown on his knee as the camera zooms in closely.

Long: Ooooh.. Do you see that? The Machine is hurt! He shouldn’t be in there!

Walt: And now his opponent. He is the current Champion of the world! Put your hands together for the Monster of the Asylum… TITAN!!!

The lights dim down to a blood red hue. Immediately, the fans stand up to their feet and boo as camera flashes sprinkle the arena. “Right Now” by Korn begins to play as smoke machines release their contents upon the stage. The stage lights emit a strobe as Barry Jordan appears on the stage area. He is dressed in a sharp suit with a black baseball cap. The fans really let him have it as he plays to them in response. Skye begins to speak as he is seen smiling and pointing at the stage area..

The fans really respond now as trash is thrown at the stage area! Stepping out into view, TITAN is seen. The Asylum Championship is shown buckled around his waist. He bounces in place as the fog surrounds his legs and feet. Looking down at the stage, he bounces a bit more until he suddenly jumps in to the air, an explosion rocks the arena behind him as he lands! With Barry Jordan beside him, TITAN makes his way down the ramp way now as the fans scream at him. He arrives as the ringside area only to look over his shoulder. The camera zooms in on his face as he grimaces. He then proceeds to hop to the ringside area and easily hops over the top rope after. The fans continue to respond as TITAN heads to the center of the stage, only to raise the Championship in the air over his head. Behind him, camera flashes litter the background. The lights then brighten to normal as he heads to his corner, ready now to begin the match.

TITAN stands in the corner of the ring, glaring in Sabora’s direction. The fans begin screaming loudly now, as the building literally shakes in anticipation! Walking to the center of the ring, Sabora waits, his arms held out in defiance. As Barry Jordan leaves the ring, TITAN points at the knee brace, one that Sabora shocks the fans as he removes it and flings it into the crowd!

Gibson: UH OH! WE GOT OURSELVES A FIGHT HERE!!

Titan shakes his head now in disgust and then pounds his chest as the ref signals for the bell. The bell is then rung twice as both men fly at one another! Sabora reacts first, sliding to the mat into the splits and driving his knuckles into the crotch of Titan! Titan hunches over in pain as Sabora rolls backwards and up to his feet.. Only to punt Titan in the exposed forehead!! Titan is sent tumbling to the mat below as Sabora rushes him, mounting him and then proceeding to drop repeated elbows into the face of Titan!!

Gibson: LOOK AT THE MACHINE GO!! All of these months recuperating have pushed this man to his breaking point and he is back tonight, and ready to go!

Titan desperately tries to shove Sabora away with both hands but finds one of his arms twisted as he is rolled over unto his belly! Titan is now face down with his arm behind his back as Sabora twists away at his limb! Titan arches his body to break free, using his massive arm to push his body up… only to have Sabora adjust and roll Titan up into a arm bar!! Titan screams in agony as Sabora locks on the submission hold!

Long: Um, did someone mention to that genius that this is a first blood match? Submissions wont get him anywhere!

Gibson: I think Sabora wants to break his arm! Screw the win!

Sabora holds on to the maneuver, his face reddened with fury! Titan whips his elbow back and cracks Sabora in the eye socket to break up the hold though, causing Sabora to roll away and hold his face! Titan, very much hurt now, crawls away and comes up into a seated position! Slowly creeping to his feet once more, Sabora taunts Titan by waving the champion to his feet! Titan slams his fist down with frustration and rises up, only to be gripped around the neck!!!

Gibson: MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE!!!!

Sabora launches into the air for his finisher.. The Maximum Overdrive! In a display of brute strength, Titan catches Sabora in mid air, only to spin him around and fall backward into a backbreaker! Sabora hit’s the mat hard, holding his back as the crowd boos loudly! Titan still is not moving that fast though as he nurses his right arm. Slowly, Sabora gets back up to his feet, only to be speared by Titan and driven to the mat once again!!

Long: And it begins!!

Still on top of the now surprised Sabora, TITAN leans in with all of his massive weight, driving his shoulder into Sabora’s sternum. Randomly, Titan punches at Sabora, connecting every now and then at various points of the face. As the fans boo loudly, Sabora cranks his legs around Titan and counters by locking in a triangle choke hold!!! The fans begin to cheer yet again as Titan finds himself locked into yet ANOTHER painful submission hold!

Not knowing what to do, Titan brings a fist down upon the knee of Sabora, causing the Machine to release him immediately. Titan then rolls away and slides out of the ring to catch his breath while Sabora rolls about in agony, holding his limb!

Gibson: It looks like the injury is coming into play here! Sabora needs to get back on the attack as soon as possible! So far, he has done what others seemingly could not by taking the monster out of the game with constant attacks! Time is of the essence!

Shaking off the pain, Sabora looks at ringside where Titan is shown speaking to Barry Jordan and recovering as well. Sabora then rolls out of the ring and grabs Titan and Jordan by the necks… only to bang their heads together!! The fans cheer as Sabora grabs Titan.. Only to be countered with a hard Irish Whip into the metal steps!! Sabora rolls to ringside upon his shoulder as Titan stares at him. Barry Jordan hands Titan a metal chair now!

Gibson: Oh come on! Jordan needs to be removed from ringside!

Gritting his teeth, Titan raises the chair over his head with vicious intent! He approaches the downed Machine just in time to be kicked in the gut! Titan then drops the chair as Sabora sweeps his feet out from under him! Not waiting, Sabora limps over to the ring, climbing up to the apron.. Only to launch off with a flying hammer drop! Both of his fists connect perfectly upon the shoulder of Titan, crumbling the champion to the ringside floor!

Getting back up, Sabora grabs Titan by the head and Irish Whips him into the turnbuckle post! Sabora hunches down to ringside, his face the look of a glossed over mess! Sabora looks at the fans as he picks up the metal chair! They cheer in happiness as he points to Titan and then to the chair! As the fans scream in delight, Sabora raises the chair high into the air only to have it ripped out of his hands by Barry Jordan!!! Sabora snaps around and grabs Jordan quickly… nailing the Maximum Overdrive right on the ringside floor!!!

Long: NO!! SOMEONE HELP BARRY JORDAN!! SABORA NEEDLESSLY ATTACKED HIM!!

Gibson: Right.. Needlessly..

As the fans cheer loudly, Sabora drops down to one knee and stares at the unconscious Jordan. There is a look of ecstasy on his face as his eyes roll backward. Rising up to his feet, he turns around only to be grabbed around the throat and planted into the ground with a HUGE choke slam by TITAN!! Titan then grabs Sabora and lifts him unto his shoulder! In a display of pure strength… Titan walks up the ramp way and raises Sabora high over his head for the world to see! He begins to scream “THIS IS YOUR HERO??!”

Sabora snaps to attention somehow, sending his fist into the face of Titan! Titan fights it off though, raising him high into the air and letting him go.. With a gorilla press slam! Sabora crashes face first into the steel ramp way as the fans gasp in terror! Titan then turns over the Machine and begins to pound away at his face once again! This time with more fury than before! Sabora fends off what he can but punches come through with more frequency this time around!

Gibson: Chris Sabora has been here before. He has to have something up his sleeve. Time is running out for him!

Rising up off of Sabora, Titan grabs him by the head. Sabora slaps his arm away and bulldogs him into the ramp way!! Sabora then rolls to his feet and heads to the ring once again, he is stumbling and limping hard! Titan raises his head though, only to perform a push up and get back to his feet! Rolling into the ring, Sabora waits for Titan.. His arms animated as he asks the crowd to get involved! Arriving at ringside, Titan stops in his tracks. He shakes his head..

Gibson: These two men are exhausted, look at them. This is going to come down to who can stay alive! Who wants this championship more?!

Slowly getting to the ring apron, Titan cautiously enters the ring only to be kicked in the gut by a roundhouse kick from Sabora! Sabora then grabs Titan around the neck and slides him through the ropes.. Only to DDT him into the mat!! The fans cheer loudly now as Sabora rolls over with Titan in tow, then with a snap.. A suplex is performed by Sabora!! Titan rolls unto his back in agony! Sabora then rises to his feet and walks to a nearby turnbuckle, removing the padding and exposing the cold hard steel!

Long: Look at the cheater..

Gibson: This match has gone beyond title belts..

He then approaches Titan and brings him to his feet. Hooking around to the back, Sabora performs a German Suplex.. and then another.. and another.. On Titan! The fans scream in approval as Sabora grabs at the now very much out of it Titan.. Only to perform the Maximum Overdrive on the champion!! Titan is down and out as Sabora raises his hands in victory!!

Gibson: It’s over! Sabora just needs to bust him open now!

As the fans cheer Sabora on, The Machine turns to find any type of object to attack with. He spots just that as he rolls out of the ring and picks up a metal chair! With the fans cheering full steam, Sabora turns to enter the ring only to be stopped by a very groggy Barry Jordan! Sabora shoves Jordan away and then plants him over the head with the chair as the fans go wild! Rolling into the ring, Sabora stalks TITAN with the chair raised over his head!

Crowd: MACHINE! MACHINE! MACHINE!

TITAN still does not move at all, out cold from the Maximum Overdrive! Dropping the chair, Sabora smacks TITAN a bit to wake him up! TITAN finally begins to stir once more as he turns over to his side! Picking up the chair yet again, Sabora waits as the World Champion slowly rises to his feet…

Long: WATCH OUT CHAMP!

Gibson: This could be it!!

Stumbling forward, TITAN finally stands up! Sabora pulls back and brings the chair down upon his head… but misses!! TITAN sidesteps, grabs him around the waist and picks him up into a bear hug!! Sabora reacts quickly though, bringing the chair down upon the head of TITAN!! TITAN releases Sabora as he stumbles backward! With a bent chair in his hand, Sabora pulls the chair back once more and brings it down upon TITAN, only to be kicked in the gut this time!! Sabora drops the chair as TITAN scoops him up.. Planting him into the mat with a power bomb again.. And again.. And again!!

Long: THE DEVASTATOR!!

The crowd cheers loudly now as Sabora is shown flat on his back and breathing heavily! TITAN then looks left to right and spots the turnbuckle that has been exposed! Grinning through a bruised face, TITAN scoops up Sabora an places him on his shoulders!

Long: THE MASS EFFECT!!!

Gibson: Wait.. He isn’t going to..

TITAN walks over to the exposed buckle and spins around, dropping Sabora face first until the steel chain!! Sabora’s head snaps back terribly as he flops over and lands in a crumpled mess in the corner of the ring!

Gibson: OH MY GAWWWWWD! TITAN JUST TOOK THE MACHINE’S HEAD OFF!!

Stumbling backwards, TITAN looks at his handiwork as Sabora slumps in the corner.. A thick trickle of blood pouring out of the corner of his eye…

Long: It’s over.. LOOK! HE IS BLEEDING!

(DING DING!)

The crowd boos loudly as the ref calls for the bell! TITAN is shown smiling as he turns to the downed Sabora.. Rushing at him and driving his boot into the exposed face of the Machine! Blood splatters across the mat now as Sabora’s eye is covered in blood! Security teams rush into the ring as TITAN stomps Sabora without any hesitation! The Security guards try to break the two of them up but TITAN is in some type of blood rage! Finally, he is swayed away as TITAN backs away to let the medical crew tend to the challenger..

Walt: Your winner.. And STILL EUW-ASYLUM CHAMPION.. TITAN!!!

Sabora is slowly rolled out of the ring and unto a stretcher, covered in his own blood. TITAN is handed the world title once more. The crowd is in stunned silence as TITAN shoves the security teams out of the ring.. Only to stand in the center of the ring.. With the World Title held over his head! Camera flashes explode around him as the crowd suddenly.. Cheers?

Long: That’s respect. You may hate the Champ but no one can deny the battle that he has won tonight. There is your world champion!

Gibson: Sadly, you are right. TITAN has defended the title after a blood brawl that no one will ever forget. Ladies and gentlemen, we now prepare for the main event of the evening.. The Royal Rumble.

“Right Here” by Korn begins to play as TITAN slings the title belt over his shoulder. Blood has stained his bare chest as he shakes Barry Jordan’s hand… and the feed fades out.

[primetime]

Meanwhile...

We cut backstage and find Jack “Buck” Rogers standing alongside Jack Bull. The fans in the arena let out a raucous cheer at the sight, which Rogers allows to die down before starting.

Rogers - “Welcome ladies and gentlemen, I’m backstage here at Scars and Stripes and joining me at this time I have Jack Bull, who claims, claims, to be the true champion of The Asylum. Now Jack…”

Bull raises his finger and wiggles it back and forth rapidly just a half inch from Rogers’s face.

Bull - “No, no, no Buck! What’s all this ‘claims’? Claims? Claims my ass!”

A cheer goes up from the crowd.

Bull - “Claims has nothing to do with it. You know me Buck, you know all about Jack Bull. Because me and you, we go way back now. Way back to the early days when I first arrived here. And you know that Jack Bull is all about facts, Buck. Jack Bull is all about facts, and the inescapable fact is this; Jack Bull pinned The Scorpion at Retribution for the one, two, three,”

Bull counts off the erm, count, with his fingers, as the fans once again raise a cheer in the background.

Bull - “But that wasn’t enough Buck. That wasn’t enough. See right after that event I thought to myself this; that somewhere, in some dark cellar some place, there’s probably a 40 year old man with hair like a horses tail, a poor case of hygiene and a desperate need to slash his own wrists. And right now that man is sitting in front of his computer, right down there in his mom’s basement, and he’s typing away on some chat room or some web page that he made, about how his hero Scorpion was never ‘officially’ pinned,”

“So you know what Buck? I said ‘fuck that, let’s make this official!’. And so on an episode of Sunday Night Vengeance I went out to that ring and I pinned the Scorpion once again just to prove a point, and then I pinned Roy Viper as well just because I could,”

“Now there are some people out there who don’t buy it, huh Buck, who think without the official count then it’s not valid. Well those people can form an orderly queue to kiss my ass, right behind my opponents tonight in the Royal Rumble. Because I am, without question, the true World Champion of the E-U-W,”

The crowd reacts to the name and starts chanting ‘E-U-dub, E-U-dub, E-U-dub’,

Bull - “Tonight is just about putting the icing on the cake. It’s about proving to The Scorpion that unlike his bible hero Sampson, his ridiculous hair cut offers him no strength advantage. It’s about proving to Brett Cross that halitosis and a speech impediment doesn’t in anyway make you ‘bad ass‘!”

Another pop from the crowd.

Bull - “It’s about showing guys like Roy Viper and Danny Tenfold that they may have come a long way so far, but they’ve still got a long way left to go. It’s about showing people like Natalie Burrows and Kaji Firestorm that being a rookie in the EUW is like nothing they’ve ever experienced before, a level of competition that will make their previous companies look like Kindergartens,”

“But most of all Buck, this about me and Mark Rivera,”

“Not once, not twice, but three times now I’ve been denied of my confirmation ceremony as the true champion of the EUW. I’ve been denied the chance to stand on a turnbuckle and celebrate my victory with my fans. Mark Rivera is the reason for that. And I won’t allow it to continue,”

“Tonight, right here in Washington D.C!!”

The cheap pop from the crowd comes as expected.

“Tonight here at Scars and Stripes we’re are going to witness two things Buck. First of all we get to find out which unlucky son of a bitch has to face Jack Bull at Prestige. Then everyone gets to watch as I put on a demonstration, a lesson, a black belt level class in ass kicking!”

“And some where up there in those fancy boxes, Mark Rivera will be watching. He’ll be watching, and waiting. He’ll be biting his nails to the bone and grinding his teeth in frustration as he sees each and every one of his planted little bitches get dumped over the top rope,”

“He’ll have to watch in agony as I eliminate the likes of Shawn Ashen, Roy Viper, Scorpion, Cross, yadda, yadda. One by one I’ll clear that ring, spending every last drop of energy I have to be the victor. And for one reason, and one reason alone; so I can stand there, point up at Rivera’s ugly face, and know, know, that he has no choice but to give me what is rightfully mine at Prestige,”

“To know that his empire, his Asylum, will be about to come crashing down around his very ears. To know that Jack Bull, the true champion of the E-U-W, is just one pay per view away from fulfilling his destiny. And To know that there isn’t a damn thing he can do about it,”

“Mark Rivera, your time is almost up my friend. Trust me. I’m coming for what is rightfully mine. I’m coming for the belt that belongs around my waist!. And I’ll be coming for my revenge on you. Sooner or later, you’re going to pay for fucking me over you scrawny, cheap suited, shit talking, little bitch,”

“AND THAT‘S A FACT!”

The crowd join Jack; “ASSHOLE!”. The crowd erupts in cheers as we cut to commercials.

[primetime]

EUW-Asylum Royal Rumble Match
Winner gets a shot at the World Championship at Prestige.

Gibson: Ladies and gentleman, this has been one hell of an evening and it’s going to be capped off by a first in The Asylum.

Long: Personally I can’t wait for this. Roy Viper coming in at number twenty five has to be the odds on favourite to win and I can’t think of someone more deserving of a title shot at Prestige.

Gibson: Yes folks, that is what’s on the line tonight. To the victor goes a shot at the greatest prize in the business on the grandest stage of them all.

Long: Twenty four men this evening will walk out of this match as even bigger losers than they already are but for one person they’re going to be immortalized.

Gibson: Yes and in order to do that they simply have to be the last person standing. Every two minutes a new competitor will come down to the ring and enter the fracas. The only way to be eliminated is to be thrown over the top rope and have both feet touch the floor. There are no pinfall’s, submissions or disqualifications.

Long: And you know Danny Tenfold isn’t going to be that man. There’s no way in hell that he makes it all the way from number one to the eventual …

"Sidstyler" by Machinae Supremacy begins to blasts from the loud speakers as Danny Tenfold step’s out onto the stage to cheers from the fans.

Gibson: Hold that thought Sidney, it looks like we’re ready to go as here comes the man himself.

Walt: Introducing, from Longview, Washington, Danny Tenfold!"

He looks around and grins before quickly making his way down the ramp, high-fiving fans on the way. When he gets to the bottom of the ramp he slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He hops to his feet in the middle of the ring and raises his right fist as he looks around the arena, taking in the applause. Danny finally heads to his corner as the music fade into Hysteria by Muse. The crowd begins to boo as Diabolik steps out onto the ramp.

Walt: Introducing, from Middlesborough, England, Diabolik!

The lights flash red as he walks down towards the ring, ignoring everyone and everything. As he finally reaches the ring, he grins and rolls inside, where he strikes a pose as fireworks go off in each corner.

Long: You’ve got to think Diabolik is either going to be the first one eliminated or win this damn thing. The dude is bat-shit crazy.

Gibson: He is the epitome of the The Asylum Hardkore Division but tonight that’s not his focus.

Long: Focus? When has Diabolik ever had anything that resembles focus.

With a solid point from Sidney Long, the bell rings and the countdown start’s from two minutes. Both Danny Tenfold and Diabolik measure each other up, neither willing to commit so early in the match. The crowd begins to stomp their feet in anticipation as the two circle before finally they lock together collar and elbow, a traditional start to an untraditional match. Diabolik takes the advantage from Tenfold, breaking the tie up and going right to a side head lock. Danny sits in the hold for a few seconds before struggling and eventually pushing Diabolik off and sending him into the ropes. He comes back on the rebound and Danny drops to the canvas lying flat and forces Diabolik to leap over him. On the return Tenfold leaps into the air and connects with a drop kick that knocks Diabolik down a minute into the match.

To his feet, Tenfold pulls Diabolik up and whips him into the corner before following him in with a big running clothesline that rocks the borderline psychopath. Tenfold looks to unleash a torrent of knife edge chops on Diabolik, but eventually gets reversed and it’s Diabolik who unloads a ferocious set of them. Having rattled Danny, Diabolik looks to score a quick elimination as he gets underneath of Danny Tenfold and looks to toss him out of the ring. Tenfold grabs hold of the ropes and doesn’t appear to budge at all on the efforts of Diabolik. As Diabolik continues to struggle, Tenfold manages to grab hold of him around the head with his legs and as soon as they’re locked, he lets go off the ropes and tilts his body back into the ring and tosses Diabolik into the center with a headscissors as the countdown begins.

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Beautiful Warning by Machine Head begins to play as immediately the crowd goes wild.

Gibson: WHAT? It can’t be!!!

Tom Roberts breaks out from behind the curtain as the cheering becomes even louder.

Gibson: It is, Hall of Famer Tom Roberts is here looking to book his ticket back to Prestige and another shot at The World Heavyweight Championship.

Roberts makes a slow walk down to the ring, taking his time and slapping as many hands as possible as inside of the ring Danny Tenfold has control of Diabolik once again and throws a vicious forearm into his face. He looks to quickly toss him out but Diabolik has other ideas, grabbing hold of the top rope to halt his momentum before throwing a reverse elbow that connects with the bridge of Danny Tenfold’s nose. Creating separation, Diabolik ducks out underneath the bottom rope and reaches under the ring apron and pulls out a trash can lid. As he holds it over his head, Tom Roberts has reached the bottom of the ramp and grabs it from Diabolik, ripping it out of his hands. As Diabolik turns around and looks at Roberts he is met by a blank stare, followed by a stiff right that knocks him back towards the apron. Tom Roberts follows him and tosses him into the ring before sliding under the ropes and officially entering the rumble.

Tenfold grabs hold of Diabolik in a front facelock and drags him away from the ropes before pulling him down with an inside cradle but coming right through, leaving Diabolik seated on his arse as Tenfold is on his feet in prime position to connect with a low drop kick right to the kisser of Diabolik. Tom Roberts wastes no time in getting involved in the fracas however and pulls Tenfold to his feet and whips him into the corner. The crowd immediately grows ecstatic as they know what’s about to happen and sure enough, the stiffest knife edge chops The Asylum has ever seen are unleashed on Danny Tenfold who’s chest immediately turns Cherokee red before he drops down.

Gibson: That is vintage Tom Roberts right there.

Long: Vintage is the word I would use to describe Tom Roberts alright. He’s from what, the Jurassic Park Era. I guess he’s got experience in this sort of situation being the only dinosaur left standing.

Diabolik looks to blindside Tom but the savvy ring veteran senses it coming and dips out of the way as his would be attacker crashes into the turnbuckle face first. Spinning him around, it’s Diabolik’s turn to suffer as he receives a chop for each second that ticks off the timer.

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Take Me Away by Globus begins to play as sections of the crowd begin to cheer when Ethen Bonelo emerges from back stage. The fourth entrant in the match, Ethen saunters down to the ring and slides in as Tom Roberts gestures for him to bring it. The two lock up and immediately Roberts looks to connect with another knife edge chop but Bonelo parries the blow and whips around and grabs the back of Roberts. Looking to take him to the mat with a waist lock take down doesn’t work, as the expert grappling of Tom Roberts allows him to block the move and quickly spin into his own rear waistlock. He looks to pull Ethen down, but is unable to as Bonelo tucks his leg behind the calf of Roberts. Danny Tenfold gets to his feet and spying a situation to get two men, looks to connect with a charging lariat but Bonelo ducks it and it ends up only connecting with Tom Roberts who is knocked back against the ropes. Ethen grabs a hold of Danny Tenfold immediately and this time manages to connect from the rear waist lock with a massive german suplex as the crowd immediately roars, Diabolik having snuck up behind a staggered Tom Roberts and nearly tossing him over the top rope.

Gibson: This could be huge for Diabolik, eliminating a hall of famer right off the bat here.

Long: You could call it crazy but that might be bang on the money.

Roberts grabs hold of the top rope, wrapping his legs around it and clinging for dear life as Diabolik tries his hardest in vain to push him out. Finally he is forced to relent as Ethen Bonelo, sensing that his assistance will not aid in the elimination of Roberts, turns his focus to Diabolik and nearly dumps him over the top rope, but he manages to survive as he lands on the apron. Bonelo and Diabolik trade stiff right hands, Bonelo looking to score the first elimination but he is knocked back as Danny Tenfold looks to reciprocate the suplex from earlier, connecting with a dragon suplex on the caped crusader, saving Diabolik who immediately ducks back into the ring as the countdown begins with Danny Tenfold hammering away at Bonelo, Diabolik slipping between the ropes and Tom Roberts pulling himself back together after his near elimination.

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As the buzzer finishes, The Other Side by Serenia begins to play.

Gibson: Business is about to pick up.

The crowd begins to heavily jeer though a smattering of sympathetic cheers break out when The Scorpion emerges from back stage.

Long: Here comes the first heavy hitter of the evening. The man who makes Shawn Ashen’s world go round.

Gibson: A former Asylum Heavyweight Champion looking to regain his place at the top, but you have to think more importantly to him at this moment is winning to ensure he gets the contents of that envelope Shawn Ashen is using to black-mail him.

Long: You better watch your mouth Rock or Ashen will sue you for the few pennies you’ve got for slandering him. It’s not black mail, it’s motivation for the Scorpion to do what he was born to do, be an absolute wrecking machine in the wrestling ring.

As Scorpion enters the ring, Diabolik immediately charges him but Scorpion will have none of it, levelling him with a vicious right hand. Having put Ethen Bonelo down for the moment, Tenfold takes his turn but he two is levelled by the big right of the former champion. Tom Roberts surveys the carnage and his expression doesn’t change as Diabolik is rocked by another right hand, simply taking a step forward instead of charging him. The two eventually come eye to eye and as Scorpion looks to put the last man standing down with a right, Tom Roberts blocks it and looks to connect with a knee lift but Scorpion turns into it and blocks it himself. He looks to take Roberts down with an armdrag, but Roberts blocks it and looks to counter with a snapmere which works with the aid of Danny Tenfold who slams his forearm into the back of Scorpion.

Roberts immediately works into a Greco Roman style hold, keeping Scorpion down and simply looking to wear him out, knowing that no one can match him physically at the moment. The Scorpion claws at the hold and eventually gets to his feet as Diabolik is pulled to his feet by Ethen Bonelo and dragged into a far corner and assaulted with a variety of strikes. Scorpion fires an elbow into the chest of Roberts loosening the hold for a moment, but the majority of the damage is done as Tenfold uses Scorpion as a vault to connect with a shining wizard on Tom “The Eh” Roberts, sending him down face first to the canvas as the brief partnership is ended with a bang as the countdown begins.

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Remedy by Cold begins to play as the crowd begins to moderately boo and Stephen Callaway steps through the curtain. Danny Tenfold turns around and fires a forearm to the head of Scorpion and knocks him back onto his heels with a second blow. He looks to connect with a third but Scorpion blocks it, only for Tenfold to latch onto the arm and pull himself up onto the shoulders of Scorpion and down to the canvas with a crucifix, before spinning out and connecting with a senton splash as Stephen Callaway slides into the ring.

Gibson: Have to love the ingenuity of Danny Tenfold here. Twice we’ve seen him use moves you’d usually see him pull off to get a sneak pin attempt but he’s changed them up to add a little bit of offense at the end and keep his opponents off guard.

Danny Tenfold begins to stomp Scorpion as he wriggles away, looking to get to safety but Danny Tenfold will not relent, knowing that at this juncture his greatest threat lies in the former world champion. Ethen Bonelo is up to his feet as Stephen Callaway has lifted him up by the cape and tossed him into the corner and begins working him over with a series of forearms before whipping him across the ring, only to be reversed as Bonelo fires him across, before following him in with a big splash. Scorpion has managed to slide underneath the bottom rope, saving himself for the moment as Danny Tenfold turns his attention away. Diabolik is just getting to his feet after the two massive blows from Scorpion. Tenfold sees his opportunity in the staggered Diabolik, scoring with a toe kick to the gut and then grabbing him by the head and tossing him over the top rope.

Gibson: And there’s the first elimination of the evening.

Long: What did I tell you, he’d either be the first one gone or the winner … and look what happened.

Danny Tenfold turns his attention back to the ring as Diabolik slams his fists on the ring apron before slowly departing. Scorpion is up to his feet and has separated Stephen Callaway from Ethen Bonelo and unloads on him with a set off furious right hands as Tenfold and Bonelo now brawl in the corner. Tom Roberts, standing on the farthest side of the ring from the entrance ramp, surveys the situation and with everyone partnered off simply watches the festivities as the countdown begins again.

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The Wild Boys by Atrocity begins to play as the crowd begins to cheer and John Blain comes racing down the entrance ramp before sliding into the ring. Immediately he goes after the biggest fish in the pond, ignoring Tom Roberts as he hammers Scorpion in the back, barely moving the large warrior. He turns his attention away from Stephen Callaway for a moment and turns around and stares at John Blain who looks back with a goofy smirk which is promptly wiped off his face by a big forearm from Scorpion. The assault is not finished as Scorpion unleashes a torrent of strikes from inside of the muay thai clinch as Stephen Callaway watches on, biding his time until both men are close to the ropes. The man who always has an angle looks to take advantage of their predicament and dump both men over but Scorpion sees it coming and ducks out of the way and tosses Callaway over the rope before going back to work on John Blain.

Callaway avoids elimination however as he hangs on for dear life, and nearly aids in the elimination of Ethen Bonelo as he is tossed into the lowered rope by Danny Tenfold, but Bonelo manages to hang in the same fashion as Stephen Callaway. Sensing an opportunity to add two more eliminations to his total Danny Tenfold looks to knock both men off, but ends up in the same predicament as both Bonelo and Callaway pull him over the ropes with their legs, but they’re unable to eliminate him either as he ends up on the ring apron looking in at Callaway and Bonelo as Tom Roberts still sits by himself in the corner, the wily ring veteran avoiding confrontation as the ring begins to fill.

Gibson: Have to love the will to win there. Three men nearly eliminated and all three surviving using similar tactics.

Long: In Danny Tenfold’s case it’s just spot monkey see, spot monkey do. The only tactics he knows are the mints you pop in your mouth.

Gibson: I do believe those are called tic-tac’s.

Long: Do you really think he knows the difference? Take a look at him, if that isn’t the stupidest grin you’ve ever seen on his face, then you can call me Aunt Betty.

Gibson: Expert color commentary from Aunt Betty as always.

Sidney Long shoots Rock Gibson a scowl as Danny Tenfold slingshots into the ring and takes out both Callaway and Bonelo with a cross body. Tom Roberts enters the fray once again as he promptly grabs Danny Tenfold and pulls him right into a clothesline. Picking him back up, he tosses him with a hip toss putting him in a seated position. Modifying one of Misawa’s infamous moves, Tom Roberts sends Danny Tenfold to nightmare land with a ferocious knife edge chop that connects with the back of his school at promptly the same time as The Scorpion obliterates John Blain with The Eliminator. With the other four men down Scorpion and Tom Roberts come eye to eye once again as the countdown begins.

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‘I Hope You Die’ by the Bloodhouse Gang fills the arena. As Brandon Young steps out from the back, there’s a scattering of cheers from the crowd as he throws a fist into the air before marching down to the ring. Inside of it, Tom Roberts and The Scorpion are exchanging chops ferociously, neither man seemingly willing to back down. Ethen Bonelo has rolled to his feet and meets Brandon Young as he steps into the ring, avoiding a running Scorpion who on the rebound looks to level Tom Roberts with a Yakuza kick, but it gets countered with a Dragon screw before Tom Roberts flips over his leg and connects with a senton splash all while stretching at his hamstring, attempt to tear it from the bone. The Scorpion wastes little time in getting out of the hold however and ends up with Tom Roberts in a front face look and looks to connect with a series of grounded knees, but he’s interrupted by Callaway, who flips over him with an Oklahoma roll that sets Scorpion up into position for Tenfold to connect with a running shooting star press.

Long: This is absolute bullshit. I’m not the Scorpion’s biggest fan, especially after his traitorous actions and betrayal of Mark Rivera, but this is every man for himself. Not the institutionalized against the sane.

Gibson: It’s good strategy however. I think they all realize the threat the Scorpion presents in this match and if they can get rid of him early, then they all have a better shot of walking out a winner.

Long: They’re all stupid. For every person they eliminate their odd’s increase the same. I mean look right there. That idiot Tenfold could have thrown Callaway for a loop but he decided to do his flippy cheerleader act instead. We can see your mangina Tenfold!

Ethen Bonelo has taken the advantage in his brawl with Brandon Young and looks to connect with a monkey flip to send him flying over the ropes but Young shows impressive balance as he sticks the landing on the ropes. It doesn’t work out well for him however as he is knocked off Balance as the small alliance between Tenfold, Callaway and Roberts breaks up as Callaway tosses Roberts across the ring into the ropes which knocks Young off balance and sends him tumbling back into the ring. On the rebound Roberts ducks a Callaway clothesline attempt before ducking out of the way as Tenfold connects with a springboard drop kick on Callaway, the beginnings of an alliance forming between Tenfold and Roberts. John Blain is still down, and Scorpion looks to get up to his feet. Tenfold and Roberts turn their attention to Scorpion, leaving Ethen Bonelo alone with Stephen Callaway as he gets up to his feet. Callaway eats a stiff right hand and a left jab but avoids a discus right and pokes Bonelo in the eye, the mask not protecting them from contact. Bonelo grabs his eye as Callaway boots him in the gut and then connects with an Everything Goes, laying out Bonelo in the center of the ring as the countdown reaches ten.

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‘Ghost’s N Stuff’ by Deadmau5 hits the loud speakers as immediately the crowd begins to vociferously jeer, the music of ‘Mr. LA’ Christian Stephen’s fills the arena.

Long: Six months after getting absolutely decimated Christian Stephen’s returns to the The Asylum ring with a gracious welcome of the crowd.

Gibson: And in true Christian Stephens fashion, he’s going to make us wait before he graces us with his presence.

His music continues as inside of the ring Tenfold and Roberts continue the double team on Scorpion, tossing him into the ropes and taking him down with a double clothesline, before Tenfold connects with a spinning leg drop. Getting to his feet, Tenfold and Roberts grab hold of Scorpion and look to toss him out over the top but Scorpion, sensing imminent elimination fights against it, firing a reverse elbow to the skull of Roberts before brushing Tenfold away. He runs at the ropes and comes back, ducks underneath of the double clothesline attempt and on the rebound scores with a double clothesline of his own, taking both men down. With a slight heave to his breath, he turns his focus momentarily to Stephen Callaway who is looking to eliminate Ethen Bonelo as he attempts to shove him over the top rope. A moment of deliberation ensues before Scorpion turns his focus to Tom Roberts, stomping him in the face a couple of times before dragging Danny Tenfold into a corner … still with no sign of Christian Stephens.

Gibson: Well ladies and gentleman it appears as if Christian Stephen’s is a no-show.

Long: It’s not like it hasn’t happened before.

John Blain begins to stir in the corner at the same time as Tom Roberts starts to get to his feet. Roberts promptly goes after Blain and begins to exchange blows with him as Ethen Bonelo has managed to stave off elimination. Roberts keeps the advantage until Blain craftily uses the middle rope, ducking out between it, spinning around the post as Roberts tries to grab hold of him and then springing into the ring and taking him down with a neck breaker. He quickly scrambles to his feet and attempts to toss The Asylum Hall of Famer out of the ring but Roberts hangs on to the ropes and ends up grabbing Blain by the back of his head and smashing it into the turnbuckle giving him a bit of time, enough to connect with a big reverse elbow that wobbles him. The crowd roars as Tom Roberts lifts him up and connects with the Eh-Vengeance, dropping Blain straight onto his skull once again before he gets sledgehammered from behind as he gets to his feet by a recuperated Brandon Young.

Long: That just about spells the end of Violent Conduct as there goes the brains behind the operation.

Ethen Bonelo has taken the advantage from Stephen Callaway, ducking a Calsi Kick attempt and connecting with a Danny Tenfold appears to be getting his comeuppance from Scorpion as he eats a set of stiff right hands before Scorpion tosses him into the ropes, on the rebound Tenfold attempts to duck but is caught by Scorpion craftily switching gears and taking him down with a drop toe hold and immediately floats over the back into a full nelson. Tenfold struggles against the hold, eventually fighting to his feet as Scorpion shows little resistance as he connects with a dragon suplex and keeps hold of it, spinning his hips to get Tenfold back to his feet and as the countdown begins he connects with a second dragon suplex and Brandon Young still in control of Tom Roberts, taking him down with a vicious ‘Stop, Drop, Die!’

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‘Why So Serious’ by Hans Zimmer his the speakers as Stephen Callaway smiles in the ring, his partner in crime Shawn Coulthard making his way down to the ring. Tenfold gets taken down by Scorpion with a third massive dragon suplex as Tenfold grips his neck in pain as Scorpion gets up to his feet and looks down at the fan favourite without pity. Coulthard reaches the ring and slams into Ethen Bonelo allowing Stephen Callaway to avoid elimination as he teetered perilously close. Having dispatched of Tenfold, Scorpion his attention turned to Brandon Young as he looks to flip him over from behind. Scorpion hangs onto the ropes and pulls back at Young with one hand as he is wrapped around the ropes, eventually getting Young tied between the top two ropes as Scorpion stands on the outside, prone to elimination. Young however nearly has his rhombus muscles torn from the bone though as being caught up in the ropes allows Scorpion to utilize a modified twister. Young howls in pain but Scorpion refuses to relent and only let’s go as he ducks back into the ring to confront Callaway and Coulthard after they abandoned their attempt to eliminate Ethen Bonelo.

Gibson: Brandon Young isn’t a big technical wrestler but you have to think that devastating twister could seriously hamper him later on in the match.

Long: That’s the whole point of the bloody exercise. You beat ‘em up until they can’t fight anymore and then you get rid of ‘em. If Rage Rodriguez were here trying to be controversial he’d say …

Gibson: We’ll just thank our lucky stars he isn’t getting us thrown off the network though for his comments.

Long: And whatever happened to those nude models of his that we were going to use in promotional efforts? Knowing him they probably made Free Willy look svelte but you never know; maybe his dad is some billionaire and he has a gold digger like Bree Olson on his nuts. Winning!

Scorpion does his best to fight off Callaway and Coulthard but eventually the numbers game catches up to him until he receives some assistance from an unlikely ally in Ethen Bonelo. The four begin to exchange blows in the center of the ring as in the corner Danny Tenfold is being assaulted by a set of knife edge chops from John Blain who promptly looks to take him down with a cutter but Tenfold pushes him away. Blain turns around and ducks an enziguri attempt and with Tenfold in a single legged wheelbarrow position, kicks him right in the stomach before connecting with a vicious face first slam. Bonelo and Scorpion appear to be showing some moderate signs of fatigue as the fresher team of Callaway and Coulthard have the advantage but eventually the tide swings in their favour and eventually they connect with simultaneous clotheslines, flooring their opponents before Scorpion turns around and connects with a devastating Eternus Moestitia on Ethen Bonelo, further cementing his one man army reputation as the countdown for the next entrant begins.

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‘New York, New York by BOB fills the arena as Ewan Jakeway makes his descent to the ring, the second member of Redemption entering the match and immediately going after The Scorpion to seek retribution on behalf of his partner Bonelo. Scorpion meets him head on and the two begin to exchange blows with Jakeway ending up getting the better of Scorpion as he connects with an elbow to the jaw, a toe kick to the gut and then takes him down with a big neckbreaker. He pulls him up and looks for the quick elimination and looks to get some assistance from Callaway and Coulthard who consider It for a moment before double toe kicking Jakeway in the stomach and connecting with a double suplex, putting Ewan down right on top of Ethen.

Gibson: Great double team work there from Coulthard and Callaway, the first real tag team to get the advantage here of working together.

Long: I don’t know if you can really call it an advantage. It’s like two ants going into a fight against Elephant. They don’t stand a chance.

Brandon Young and John Blain have begun slamming their fists into each other and the advantage appears to be going Blain’s way until Young ducks a punch and in similar fashion to Ewan scores with an elbow to the side of his head, and then connects with a toe kick. Instead of taking him down with a neckbreaker however he gets innovative and jumps onto his back with his knees before flipping over and connecting with a lungblower, a modified Stop, Drop and Die, as John Blain immediately clutches his back in pain. Young’s momentum is cut off however as Tom Roberts enters the fray and throws Young into the corner and begins to unleash a torrent of knife edge chops, each one stinging more and more until eventually he drops down in the corner as Roberts unleashes one more chop straight down on top of his head in Wahoo MacDaniel fashion.

Tom turns around and looks right into the eyes of Scorpion as Danny Tenfold is up as well and joins the staredown. The three who too this point had had the most success locked in a staredown as scattered around the ring Ethen and Ewan are getting beaten down in the corner by the team of Callaway and Coutlhard, Young and Blain attempt to recover and Christian Stephens is still a no-showing sack of shit.

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‘Feel Like I Do’ by Drowning Pool hits as Bane steps from behind the curtain to a raucous cheer, potentially second to only Tom Roberts so far. Stepping into the ring he watches as the staredown has denigrated and Tenfold and Roberts have once again allied themselves against Scorpion who continues to do his best and avoid the onslaught. Ethen and Ewan have managed to turn the tides on Callaway and Coulthard and fight them back towards the center and end up breaking up the brawl in the middle of the ring as Ewan sends Coulthard flying into Roberts. Sensing the impending commotion, Bane jumps in and and grabs a hold of Scorpion as Roberts ends up taking on Coulthard unloading on him with a set of stiff knife edge chops. Tenfold and Ethen square off leaving Ewan and Callaway to slug it out against the ropes in front of the announce table.

A slugfest ensues with nothing but dirty boxing from all combatants until Ethen is falled by a shot from Tenfold but ducks the enzugiri attempt and ends up lifting him up with a fireman’s carry. The three other brawls have all ended up in the center of the ring and Brandon Young is up to his feet outside of the ring. Springboarding into the ring he lands on Danny Tenfold across Ethen’s shoulders and using him as a launching pad to connect with a shooting star plancha onto the other six men brawling in the center, nearly taking all of them down as the only man left standing is Danny Tenfold, having been knocked off the shoulders of Bonelo.

Gibson: Holy crap! Brandon Young just about took everyone out there.

Long: Looks like Danny Tenfold has come competition for Cheerleader of the year.

Tenfold pulls Young up to his feet and whips him into the corner and looks to back body drop him but Young floats over his back and when Tenfold turns around he bats away a high roundhouse from Young as the countdown begins.

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‘Innocent’ by Halestom plays over the arena speakers as Natalie Burrows is met with a receptive cheer and naturally a few wolf whistles as inside the ring, Tenfold has Young’s leg caught but ends up getting hit by the other one on the way back over with a dragon whip. Natalie slides into the ring as everyone begins getting to their feet and squares off once again, this time Bonelo and Jakeway stepping up to take on Young and Burrows, Coulthard and Callaway double teaming John Blain and Scorpion squaring off against Bane, allowing Tom Roberts to slink away and take a moment to recuperate, the ring veteran beginning to show some fatigue after the long layoff. Young and Burrows have an advantage over Bonelo and Jakeway but that ends fairly quickly as Ethen and Ewan get innovative and simultaneously connecting with rolling kopou kicks on the other opponent, confusing Burrows and Young until it’s too late. Popping up to his fee, Bonelo grabs Burrows and whips her across the ring into the ropes and on the rebound levels her with a clothesline, allowing him to join Ewan in a double team suplex on Young.

Scorpion and Bane take over in the corner and the former cop from Miami appears to have taken some control of the match, slamming his fist into the head of Scorpion repeatedly before irish whipping him clear across the ring. With no one in his way he follows him in and connects with a massive corner clothesline as the crowd pops and Scorpion slinks down in the corner and begins to eat the boot of Bane as he stomps him, Tom Roberts watching on carefully waiting for the right time to strike. Bonelo and Jakeway however don’t afford him that opportunity as Bonelo strikes from behind and the two begin beating mercilessly on Roberts in the corner who’s barely able to fight one off before the other takes the advantage. Poetically, he ends up suffering from multiple knife edge chops, Bonelo and Jakeway alternating between each other. John Blain is nearly over the top rope, the double team of Callaway and Coutlhard putting him at the brink of elimination as the countdown begins again.

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‘Hypnotize’ by System of a Down pours out from the loudspeaker, immediately the crowd breaks out in ear shattering boo’s and immediately every brawl in the ring is halted, John Blain sliding back into the ring as they all look up at Rage Rodriguez standing in the audience holding a microphone as he saunters down to the ring, security doing their best to prevent the fans from attacking him. Reaching the ring he climbs up the turnbuckle as all the men in the ring still watch him.

Rodriguez: My name is of no importance …

Rodriguez is muted as immediately the fans began to chant.

Fans: Shut the fuck up.

Rodriguez: … here to say to all of you

Fans: Get the fuck out!

As he reaches the end of his pedantic speech he flips the microphone and is vociferously booed as he leaps off of the turnbuckle and turns and looks at Tom Roberts, having taken charge. Rodriguez looks to give him the finger but is cut off as Tom kicks him in the gut before dropping him head first with an ‘Eh-Vengeance.’ Quickly Callaway and Coulthard jump in and grab hold of him, putting him up on his feet before allowing Callaway to connect with a ‘Calsi Kick’, right into a ‘Brain Damaja’ from Coulthard. The carnage isn’t finished yet however, as still eight other competitors are stood in the ring all eyeing Rage. Next up is John Blain, who teams up with Natalie Burrows by flipping her up into the air after she hit the ropes, and watching her come down right over a doubled over Rage with a thundering ‘Closure’, sending him face first into the canvas.

Next up is Ewan Jakeway and Ethen Bonelo, who pull him into a joint reverse front face lock before lifting him up into the air and connecting with a joint ‘Caped Crusading’ and ‘New Afterlife’. Rage Rodriguez appears out of it as the crowd roars its approval, their blood lust coming out. Up next is Bane as he lifts Rodriguez up and points at the top ropes as Danny Tenfold and Brandon Young no just what to do. As soon as Bane has him up, he sends him thundering down to the canvas and connects with a vicious ‘Law and Order’ as the countdown begins.

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‘Hermod’s Ride to Hel’ by Amon Amarth fills the arena as the crowd pops once more, the Bifrost Brawler emerging from the back at the same moment as Brandon Young and Danny Tenfold connect with simultaneous aerial attacks, a ‘Disasterpiece’ from Brandon Young and a ‘Killswitch Tengage’ from Danny Tenfold. The limp Rodriguez, having taken more devastation than previously conceivable is hoisted up by everyone save Scorpion, who still sits in the corner patiently observing, content with the moment of rest. They toss him over the rope, as he does a full flip until he’s at a ninety degree angle to the floor, right in the path of Brett Cross who connects with ‘The Hammer Mjollnir’ right to his chest stopping him and sending him thudding to the floor, eliminated.

Gibson: I don’t know if I’ve seen anything like that in my life, but if ever there was someone who deserved that it was Rage Rodriguez.

Long: Stoicism only gets you so far, douchebag!

Long laughs at Rage Rodriguez as back in the ring, the brief spurt of teamwork denigrates once more, as Ethen and Jakeway team up on John Blain, while Bane takes on Natalie Burrows, whipping her into the corner and charging in only to eat a face full of boot. Burrows hops up to the second rope and leaps off looking to connect with a double axe handle but Bane blocks it, before planting her with an STO. Scorpion remains in his corner until Brett Cross ducks in and immediately the two begin to go at it. Big right hands exchanged as the leviathan Cross takes on the demolition machine that has become The Scorpion. Neither man seems to give an inch as they exchange big blows until Brett Cross changes up and fires a stiff knife edge chop in ode to his mentor Tom Roberts who is brawling with Callaway and Coulthard trying to avoid getting eliminated by the double team and succeeding as he sends Callaway crashing into Coulthard, stunning both for a moment before he can put Coulthard down with a massive german suplex.

Having given the step, Scorpion appears to back down, but in actuality lures Brett Cross forward before he levels him with a high roundhouse kick that sends him wobbling back, enough for Scorpion to hit the ropes and connect with a Thesz press on Cross, taking him down to the canvas. He begins to unleash a flurry of right hands on Cross, until he is bowled over by Ethen Bonelo, who takes him down to halt his momentum after his irish whip attempt was countered by John Blain. Cross gets to his feet and begins to square off with Bonelo as Scorpion turns his attention to Shawn Coulthard.

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Demanufacture by Fear Factory blares from the speakers as the crowd jeer loudly. "Big" Dave Markinson walks out from behind the curtain, cracking his knuckles and slowly begins down the ramp as the ring has been taken over by Brandon Young and Danny Tenfold. With mini brawls along the ropes, and men pushing for eliminations, Young counters an irish whip attempt from Tenfold by cartwheeling once, and then popping onto his feet in an impressive display of athleticism. Tenfold charges looking to connect with a clothesline but Young ‘Matrix’s’ out of the way and pulls himself back up and nearly connects with a pele kick on Tenfold, who manages to catch it, and ends up with Brandon Young in a ‘Wheelbarrow ‘ position.

Gibson: Wouldn’t this be something, Danny Tenfold has Brandon Young in position to connect with ‘The Chariot’ Brett Cross’ own move!

Long: And look at the little shit! He’s staring Cross down.

Cross looks on, having pushed Bonelo out between the second and third ropes onto the apron, as Tenfold hoists Young up, looking to connect but Young manages to grab Robbie’s head as he hoists him up and flips over, looking to connect with the second ‘Stop, Drop and Die’ of the night, but Robbie reverses it as well, using the momentum to backflip himself and ends up standing right over top of Young. Switching sides while still holding onto the legs, he looks to monkey flip Young out of the ring, but once again Brandon shows incredible athleticism as he sticks the landing on the ropes, before flying off towards Jakeway, Roberts, Callaway and Blain, taking all of them out with a springboard crossbody as the crowd pops in amazement.

On the other side of the ring, Shawn Coulthard continues to brawl with Scorpion but appears overmatched and with Callaway taken out, ends up going tumbling over the ropes to the floor below, eliminated by a clothesline from Scorpion. In the meanwhile, Bane and Natalie Burrows are still slugging it out, but with less ferocity than before as they being to tire from the constant battle. That brawl is broken up as Scorpion shoves Natalie aside before clocking Bane and beginning to assault him against the ropes in retaliation for his onslaught earlier as the countdown begins for the next entrant.

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Burn by Three Days Grace echoes around the arena as Kaji Fireson makes his way onto the stage to a small number of cheers from the Washington D.C crowd, a few recognizing him from, his exploits elsewhere. Inside of the ring Brett Cross looks on, seemingly the only one without a battle as Tenfold has taken hold of Brandon Young again. Watching as Kaji runs down the ramp, slapping hands along the way before sliding under the bottom rope, Cross steps into the middle of the ring and looks down as Kaji gets to his feet. Kaji refuses to back down from ‘The God of Midgaard’, even going so far as to lob the first volley and connecting, but eating a vicious blow from Cross in return. The two begin to exchange blows as Scorpion is now getting double teamed by Burrows, who didn’t take to kindly from the slight, and Bane as the aid from the Southern Belle has allowed him to gain the upper hand. Whipping Scorpion into the ropes, he comes off and crashes with Kaji Fireson who was charging towards Cross to take him out with a thundering clothesline.

Instead, he ends up eating canvas, before eating the floor as Brett Cross picks him up before hoisting him overhead and looking at Danny Tenfold who just sent Brandon Young flying over the top rope for elimination in his estimation, though Young remains on the apron with a shit eating grin on his face, before sending him thundering down to the floor below for elimination with a vicious ‘Chariot.’

Long: Does he need to get two feet down in bounds if his head hits the ground first? Let’s take it to Mike Pereira, former VP …

Gibson: This isn’t Sunday Football on Fox Sid, but both feet did hit the ground so Kaji has been eliminated. Obviously not the performance he was looking for, but it did take some machismo to stand up to Brett Cross.

Scorpion is rattled as Brandon Young leaps into the ring and connects with another crossbody, this time on Scorpion as Danny Tenfold ducks underneath. With no one to tee off on, Burrows shows the manners expected of a Southern Belle, politely tapping Bane on the shoulder and notifying him that he’s about to get his teeth kicked in as she looks to connect with an Enzugiri, but Bane ducks it, but not the reverse roundhouse as Burrows levels him with an ‘Epiphany’.

Long: What a bitch. She played Bane there.

Gibson: It’s not like you to show much support for anyone in the ring, why Bane?

Long: Because he’s not some blonde haired hooch …

Gibson: You’re just upset she shot you down.

Jakeway and Tom Roberts have begun to duke it out in the corner as Stephen Callaway has the better of John Blain and the countdown begins with ‘Big’ Dave Markinson shown biding his time on the outside.

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‘The Quest’ by Alestorm fills the arena as they explode once more, knowing full well who is about to come out.

Gibson: The Pirate! The Pirate! Captain Cervantes de Leon! In the immortal words of Dante Holly, OH MY STARS AND GARTERS!!! CAPTAIN CERVANTES DE LEON! CAPTAIN …

Long: Would you shut up for half a minute.

Captain Cervantes de Leon however doesn’t make an appearance however, and immediately the jumbo tron cuts backstage and shows why, as he is laid out with Warrior standing over top of him, a smile on his face.

Warrior: Sorry, matey.

Warrior begins to make his way to the ring as inside, nothing of note is going on as scattered around the ring, everyone seems to have partnered off, brawling amongst each other.

Gibson: I thought he was done, quit after he lost to Jace Ambrose.

Long: The Empire never quits! If he wins this match, he’s got a guaranteed shot at Prestige to save his career.

‘The Quest’ is replaced by ‘World on Fire’ by Firewind as Warrior emerges from backstage and charges towards the ring and immediately comes face to face with Tom Roberts, his former friend and foe. As the Children of the Damned come eye to eye, for the second time in the match seemingly everything stops as everyone, aimlessly brawling against the ropes takes a moment to observe the preceding. The two come nose to nose, neither willing to give an inch as they circle each other. Round and round they go before they both break into a smile and engage each other collar and elbow. Warrior looks to use his strength advantage to out power Roberts, but the sly mat practitioner turns Warrior around and flips him with an Ippon Seionage. Still with the arm held, Tom pulls him up and whips him into the ropes and on the rebound leaps overtop of Warrior, knowing full well he would go for a quick ‘Rage’ attempt.

Warrior comes off the ropes as everyone is still watching and as he comes back both he and Tom look for a clothesline and they both connect, sending both men down to the canvas … a stalemate as much as could be expected between the two who know each other better than the back of their own hands. The impact of the two slamming into the mat sparks everyone back into action and this time with a bit more fervor. Ethen Bonelo and Ewan Jakeway square off with Danny Tenfold and Bane respectively, Tenfold beginning to show a little bit of fatigue. Burrows and Young tee off on Callaway and Blain, leaving Brett Cross and Scorpion once again face to face until Big Dave finally gets into the ring and blindsides Brett Cross and along with Scorpion, the two begin to assault him with vicious blows, knocking him down to one knee before Scorpion backs away allowing Dave to work him over with his boot until he’s flat on his stomach and still Dave won’t relent, delivering a stomp to his head, only to get his head taken off by Scorpion who connects flush with a Yakuza kick.

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The Wild Boys by Atrocity begins to play as Eric Anderson makes his way from behind the curtain to the cheers of the crowd. He quickly runs down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring and immediately saves John Blain from being eliminated by Brandon Young. The two begin double teaming Young over, until they’re blindsided by Bonelo and Jakeway, looking to gain a measure of Redemption for the loss Violent Conduct handed Bonelo and Cripate in their Asylum debut. Natalie Burrows ends her frequent battles with Bane by connecting with a ‘Closure’ after reversing a ‘Law and Order’ attempt. She backs away for a moment, content to take a rest but in doing so comes right into contact with the hand of Brandon Young on her ass with a loud smack. She turns around, startled clutching her bottom as Young blows her a kiss and effectively ends their small alliance to this point as he boots her in the gut before taking her down with a thundering DDT.

Tom Roberts and Warrior are back to their feet. They look to renew hostilities once more before Roberts decides better and backs away, only to allow a charging Brett Cross to connect with a big boot on Warrior that sends him stumbling back into the ropes. The two begin to double team him and nearly have him over the top until Danny Tenfold leaps from the corner out of nowhere and connects with a tilt-a-whirl DDT on Brett Cross, leaving Tom alone with Warrior. The Scorpion continues his assault on ‘Big’ Dave, tossing him in the ropes and showing impressive strength as he connects with a back body drop. That clash of titans cedes however to Tom Roberts and Warrior coming together again. A nice set of chain wrestling ensues that ends with Warrior hip tossing Roberts to the ground and latching on with a side headlock. Roberts is quick to his feet however and pushes Warrior off of him into the ropes. He sidesteps Warrior who attempts to bull doze him and then charges the ropes as the two come off them at full speed and once again look to connect with a clothesline. Both men duck however and pull up in shock.

Gibson: Those two know each other so well I don’t know if either of them really has a chance of doing anything worthwhile to the other.

Long: It has everything to do with experience. Tom Roberts is so old he was lying when George Washington was truthin’. Go back to the retirement home, Eh! And with that in mind, hello to our neighbours from the glorious land to the north, Canada.

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Afterlife by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play amongst the cheers of the crowd as Roman Cripate makes his way out from behind the curtain. Immediately he goes to join Ethen and Jakeway as the three members of Redemption consist of the strongest alliance in the match, but he’s unable to, much to the relief of Violent Conduct as they’ve turned the tides on Bonelo and Jakeway, as Scorpion steps up and goes right to work on a game Roman, who blocks a stiff right hand attempt and turns it over into a wristlock before stepping through and looking for an armtrap neck breaker. Scorpion however reverses it and puts himself into position for another dragon suplex combination. He lifts Cripate up but Roman manages to break free and ends up rolling through the hold and pulls Scorpion down to one knee. He immediately looks for a step up hurricanrana, but The Scorpion will have none of it as he hangs on and ends up with Roman up on his shoulders about to get power bombed out of the ring, only for Jakeway and Bonelo to come to his aid, having fought back and bowled over Blain and Anderson, as they cut Scorpion down at the knees.

They begin to beat and claw at Scorpion, the three men putting forth a ton of effort as The Scorpion can only help but cover up and try and make it away. Tom Roberts and Warrior have once again reached a stalemate … and in a shocking twist end up teaming up on Violent Conduct, pulling them off of Stephen Callaway who pulls himself back into the ring. The Children of the Damned waste little time in running ramshod over Violent Conduct, connecting with double vertical suplexes as Roberts drops Blain onto Anderson. Next in line for them appears to be Redemption as they have Scorpion up and look to throw him out. Roberts puts his hand on Bonelo and spins him around but is unable to do anything as Warrior turns once again on his partner and nearly obliterates him with a ‘Rage’ but Roberts side steps it, seeing it coming and it ends up being Bonelo that is turned inside out.

Gibson: Tom Roberts saw that coming a mile away. He knew Warrior wasn’t going to play nice for very long.

Long: You gotta do what you gotta do to win this match. The only thing I didn’t agree with is the fact that if he split him in two with that ‘Rage’ neither foot would’ve hit the floor.

The ‘Rage’ on Bonelo ends up saving Scorpion as Jakeway, Roman and Roberts all begin to attack Warrior, beating him down and attempting to toss him over the top rope as he clutches for dear life. Burrows is up to her feet and immediately goes after Brandon Young, slapping him across the face and tossing him into the corner as Danny Tenfold and Stephen Callaway continue to brawl. ‘Big’ Dave and Bane brawl in the corner, the advantage changing rapidly as both men look to score an elimination.

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‘Money’ by Pink Floyd begins to play as the crowd is muted in silence as the sporadic brawls continue. ring. It takes a few more seconds before an image of Nick Pickles flashes on the big screens and dollar bills illuminate the ring and Nick emerges from the back and those who know the wrestling legend begin to jeer. Leisurely walking towards the ring, he mocks a few of the fans as inside of the ring Natalie Burrows does her best Nat-Bizzle as he she goes all thug on Brandon Young, slapping him once more before he reverses it and looks to connect with a knife edge chops but it gets parried and Burrows side steps him and reverses, before ducking out of the way as Stephen Callaway comes in and connects with a vicious high knee strike which nearly flips Young out of the ring.

‘Big Dave’ ends up flooring Bane with a vicious clothesline as he looked to come off the ropes and clothesline him over the top. Dave looks to toss him out but gets blindsided by Brett Cross, sufficiently recovered from the DDT by Tenfold, even use the rest to his advantage. Nick Pickles finally gets into the ring and immediately looks to use his vast sums of money to put himself at an advantage, going up to Natalie Burrows and attempting to buy her off. This doesn’t work as planned though as Natalie looks quite perturbed, assuming that Nick is prepositioning her. She slaps him to which Nick takes offense and delivers a high lift, before cracking her with an elbow to the back of her head dropping her to a knee, and then whipping her to the canvas with a neckbreaker. Roman, Roberts and Jakeway have their hands full as John Blain and Eric Anderson are back up and look to gain the advantage as well as some retribution on Warrior and Roberts. Bonelo is slowly getting to his feet as Nick Pickles looks to take advantage of the opportunity to dump him out over the top. Cripate rushes to his partner’s aid, as Jakeway begins to brawl with a recovered Scorpion. Tenfold and Bane have begun to go toe to toe as the next entrant is just about on his way.

Gibson: This has been quite the match up so far. We’re over fourty minutes in and we’ve seen really only four people eliminated. The ring is beginning to look awfully congested with sixteen people in it.

Long: And you got to think Tenfold is going to get thrown out here by Bane. He’s been in the ring the entire time in addition to that gruelling contest earlier this evening against Brett Cross. And I for one, will be glad to see that little scouser gone.

Gibson: Do you even know what a scouser is?

Long: It’s some derogatory term used to describe somewhere in England. I think it’s got something to do with Pompey fans. What does it matter though?

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Spitfire by The Prodigy blares from the speakers as the crowd leap to their feet, cheering wildly. Jack Bull emerges from behind the curtain, throwing up the "Hook 'Em Horns". Inside of the ring the focus immediately shifts to Nick Pickles, having managed to escape from the throes of Cripate and Bonelo after Anderson and Blain intervened. He focuses his attention on Stephen Callaway and pulls out a wad of money. He points at it and then at the top rope as Callaway nods his head. Pickles drops the money out of the ring and immediately Callaway throws himself out as Nick Pickles smiles to himself and turns his attention elsewhere.

Gibson: I can’t believe it, Nick Pickles just bought himself an elimination … what are you laughing at?

Long: Callaway’s not eliminated. That guy’s always got an angle, just look at him.

Callaway has the roll of money in between his feet, making sure that they both don’t touch the ground. Pulling himself back into the ring, he pockets the money before tapping Pickles on the shoulder as he joins Bane in the assault on Danny Tenfold. Pickles looks absolutely shocked at seeing Callaway back in the ring and eats a stiff right hand for his troubles as Jack Bull slides in the ring. With all the other battles on the periphery, he bides his time before smiling to himself. Along the ropes Cripate is hanging on for dear life as Eric Anderson tries to force himself over but is off balance. Never one to let idiocy succeed Bull walks over and after ten seconds in the ring scores his first elimination of the evening, dumping Anderson over the top to the floor below. On the other side of the ring, John Blain sees it and comes charging at Bull, who side steps it while pulling down the ropes as Cripate slithers back onto the canvas and under the ring ropes. John Blain however goes flying over the top and ends up crashing into his partner as both halves of Violent Conduct are eliminated.

Gibson: Jack Bull comes in and makes a huge impact right off the hope there. I know coming into this match many people considered him the odds on favourite to take this home and you have to think coming in this late has to help him.

Long: You still haven’t seen Roy Viper come out. That kid is going to win this thing, he’s got the luck of the Irish on his side but even more importantly, Mark Rivera.

The other brawls around the ring show no signs of promise, although Danny Tenfold’s striking has become noticeably slower as the continued double team of Pickles and Bane keeps him at bay. Ethen Bonelo comes to his aid though and pulls Nick Pickles off and begins to slug it out with them, a little bit extra on his punches to the face of Pickles. Jack Bull looks around for his next target and promptly settles on The Scorpion who has managed to set down Ewan Jakeway for the moment with a vicious Tiger Driver.

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Mindfields by The Prodigy bursts from the speakers as the arena begins to shake, the cheers likely the loudest of the evening as the curtain is thrown aside as Meltdown makes his way out onto the stage. The inaugural Asylum Hall of Famer pulls his mask tightly over his head and cracks his knuckles as a few hands in the stands mock bow towards him. As Meltdown reaches the ring he immediately sets his sights on Danny Tenfold rolling to his feet. Bane and Callaway continue their brawl, having started after Callaway got up after Pickles connected with a big blow and stole the money back from Callaway that was supposed to buy his elimination. The two slug it out against the ropes before Callaway looks to connect with a Calsi Kick out of nowhere. Bane ducks underneath it though and Callaway is off balance, in no position to save himself as Bane flips him out of the ring and tumbling to the floor below; a gutsy performance from Stevie C not enough on this night.

Natalie Burrows and Brandon Young, on the perimeter for the last little bit are still brawling amongst each other, but are rapidly swapping with Jakeway and Cripate. Tom Roberts and Brett Cross continue to brawl with Warrior and ‘Big’ Dave

The Meltdown and Danny Tenfold battle moves into the center of the ring and for the second time in the evening Tenfold ends up in a classic encounter. He looks to connect with a dragon suplex but Meltdown reverses it and hits a german suplex of his own. As he gets up to his feet however, Tenfold appears to have got his second wind as he throws a shot to the midsection of the Asylum Hall of Famer and then connects with a jawbreaker. He looks to take him down with a neckbreaker, but Meltdown turns it around and looks to connect with a DDT but Tenfold reverses it again and spins around the back of Meltdown, before spinning him around his body once and connecting with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker as the crowd marvels and can’t help but applaud.

Gibson: I think impressive is about the only word you can possibly use to describe something like that.

Long: The only thing I find impressive is the fact that Tenfold still has a job. I didn’t think The Asylum had a Pat Patterson in the back, someone that if you were able to spread your ass hole wide enough you had job security for life.

As Tenfold pulls Meltdown away, the brawl between Bull and Scorpion emerges on center stage as well, the two continuing to slug it out as the twenty fourth entrant is ten seconds away.

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Follow Me by Breaking Benjamin begins to play as Ashen's stagehand makes his way from behind the curtain, sweeping away at the stage as Ashen eventually appears from behind the curtain to a jeering crowd. With the music reaching his ears, The Scorpion ramps up his assault, even with Jack Bull prior but now knocking him back a step, then another before finally he looks to plow him over. His zealousness works against him over and Bull side steps it and then looks to connect with the Bulls Eye. Having reached the ring though Shawn Ashen intervenes as he slugs it out with Jack Bull and saves Scorpion, drawing his ire as he immediately goes right after Ashen but is interrupted by Tom Roberts who looks to renew hostilities after setting Roberts down once and for all it seems, having nearly split him in two finally after connecting with a ‘Rage.’

Tenfold is now battling Brett Cross, as Meltdown and ‘Big’ Dave brawl with Dave eventually getting Meltdown up on his shoulders, looking to connect with ‘The Stone Mountain Bomb’ but Meltdown slides out the back and spins him around before connecting with the ‘Drojani Kick Combo’ eventually flooring ‘Big’ Dave. Meltdown lines him up as Natalie Burrows and Ewan Jakeway take center stage for the moment, as Jakeway connects with a thundering New Afterlife, setting the resilient Burrows down for really the first time in the match, having been on her feet the entire time, though not always in center focus. As ‘Big’ Dave gets to his feet, Meltdown charges and the crowd roars as Mr. Luck’s body guard goes crashing to the floor, eliminated by Meltdown.

Gibson: Chalk one up for the retirement home Syd.

Long: I’ve always been a Meltdown fan. He looks like someone straight out of Dragon Ball Z?

Gibson: No he doesn’t.

Long: NERD!

Roman Cripate and Brandon Young go back and forth and just like Natalie Burrows, it’s Young who gets taken out as Cripate connects with an arm trap neck breaker as the crowd begins to jeer heavily in advance of the final entrant for the match.

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"Divide" by Disturbed blasts out as Roy Viper steps out to likely the loudest set of jeers in the match.

Gibson: And her comes Benedict Arnold.

Long: Wrong! A, he’s not a stinky Brit with awful teeth and B, he’s on the winning side. Go get ‘em Roy!

As Viper comes down to the ring, the entrants are all in for the 2011 Royal Rumble. Bull and Ashen are the focus, with Young and Burrows down in the center, Jakeway going to work on Warrior and Nick Pickles and Ethen Bonelo also worthy of some focus. A Pickles attempt at ending Bonelo with a Vlasic Crunch is reversed as Bonelo slips out the back and takes out Nick Pickles with Caped Crusading, only to see him reverses it into a Barrel o’ Pickles attempt only for Bonelo to fall out the back at the last second. Pickles goes crashing into Tom Roberts, freeing up the Scorpion from who to this point in the match has been a thorn in his side. Brandon Young and Natalie Burrows are slowly getting to their feet. Bonelo promptly grabs hold of Burrows and pulls her away, leaving Scorpion with Brandon Young as he begins to grin.

Jack Bull and Ashen refuse to give in as they continue to let their hands go but eventually Bull wins the advantage and whips Ashen into the ring, he looks to connect with a clothesline but Ashen ducks underneath, only on the rebound to nearly have his spine forced through his ribs as he is absolutely obliterated by a spine buster from Jack Bull. Bull pops up to his feet as the crowd roars and he stares at Scorpion before heading towards him, only for Bane to come from behind, having lurked in the shadows seemingly since his elimination of Callaway and nearly gain a second one as Bull barely manages to hang onto the top rope. Bane tries to pry his grip off the ropes but by the time he is able too, Bull manages to get himself up onto the apron. The two battle as Bull is still perilously close to elimination but he manages to fight his way back from the brink, scoring with a shoulder thrust to the midsection and then hanging Bane up on the ropes as he teeters back towards the center allowing Jack to jump back in.

Even after their match earlier in the evening, the rivalry between Cross and Tenfold doesn’t appear to have abated as they continue to slug it out. Cross continues to look to use his brute strength advantage but the quickness of Tenfold, coupled with crowded ring allow Danny to dip and dive, using other competitors as a shield as he strikes at Cross, eventually managing to use Bane following a Jack Bull knee lift as a vault right into a snap hurricanrana on Cross in an impressive display of agility. Roy Viper is quick to interject himself and promptly grabs hold of Tenfold and with vigour begins to unleash a flurry of hard strikes, as many as he can connect with looking to use his prime entrance number to his advantage early on.

Roman Cripate and Meltdown put on a mat wrestling clinic which eventually ends with both men seemingly in a submission, while having one of their own locked in; Cripate working for what appears to be some form of neck crank against the kimura of Meltdown. With neither able to get position, they break free at nearly the same time and begin to grapple once more, eventually ending with Meltdown pinning Cripate and promptly breaking it in order to kick him once before pulling him up to his feet and whipping him into the ropes and connecting with a back body drop.

Brandon Young is whipped into the corner by Scorpion but ends up turning it into some offense as he looks to connect with a wheel barrow kick, soaring over Brett Cross rolling underneath. It doesn’t work as he had planned however as the Scorpion side steps it and the impact paralyzes Young for a moment, plenty enough time for Scorpion to kick him in the stomach before connecting with ‘The Eliminator.’ That all but signals the end of Brandon Young’s impressive performance as Scorpion wastes no time in pulling him up and chucking him over the top rope to the floor below.

Long: What did I tell you earlier Rock, not a chance. His flips and shit belong for men in leotards not wrestlers.

Gibson: You’re insufferable.

Warrior looks to continue his dominance in the match as he has Ewan Jakeway locked in the ‘War Cry’ looking to tear at his back and legs. He leaves himself in a predicament however as Ethen Bonelo breaks away from Pickles and breaks up the hold. The two begin to jostle one another before Pickles takes Bonelo down from behind with a heavy back elbow. Pickles tells Warrior he owes him one before turning picking up Bonelo and throwing him into the ropes and unleashing a set of ferocious knife edge chops. He appears to have him on the ropes, before Warrior decides to intervene and take Pickles down with a massive German Suplex and promptly notifying him that they are now even.

Once more, it’s Bane and Natalie Burrows exchanging pleasantries, both having been nothing short of impressive in the match to this point. Burrows looks to connect with a ‘Turmoil’ on the rebound following an irish whip and does so, taking Bane down for a moment. She pulls him up and unleashes a stiff kick to the hamstring, a forearm to the head and then another kick to the stomach to double him over. A double sledge brings him down to one knee and she hits the ropes and comes back hard before connecting with a ‘Closer’, sending the former Miami Cop to the canvas face first. As she tries to get him up however she is unable to haul the amount of dead weight he possesses.

Gibson: So what wise ass comment do you have for this situation?

Long: If she’d listen to my advice about shake weights and phallic objects she wouldn’t be in this position.

Tenfold and Viper emerge as Tenfold is still a half step slower than usual. The fatigue however has no effect on his heart however as he pulls himself back into the ring, having avoided elimination and in similar fashion as earlier in the match he looks to pull Roy out with a head scissors. Roy will have none of it though and pulls Danny back into the ring and has him in an electric chair. Falling backwards, Roy drops Tenfold with an electric chair as all the nerves in his body fire off at once. Roy looks to pull Tenfold to his feet but before he is able to Cripate steps up and the two begin to slug it out in the center of the ring as the rest of the brawls have turned into maul fests against the ropes.

Cripate whips Viper to the floor with an arm drag, and a second and third connect as well. Once they do Roy is a little slower to his feet and Roman looks to take advantage of it but his aggression works against him as Roy counters the projectile hurricanrana attempt into a Triangle Choke. Roman struggles at first before eventually sinking into it, slowly beginning to fade. Tenfold begins to stir just as Roman begins to fight, realizing that before long he’s going to pass out and be easily eliminated. Grasping onto Roy’s clasped hands, the hold in for near on twenty seconds Roman gives one big lift and manages to pull Roy up enough to allow Tenfold to join and the two look for a double powerbomb attempt, only for Warrior to explode from out of nowhere and absolutely obliterate Roman Cripate with another ‘Rage’. Viper tumbles to the canvas and is picked up by Tom ‘The Eh’ Roberts, finally recuperated following Warrior’s devastating attack as Tenfold and Warrior begin to duke it out.

The momentum works in the favour of Warrior off the hop, connecting with a massive German suplex. He then looks to toss Tenfold over the ropes but only manages to get him to the apron on the outside. The two exchange blows, Tenfold nearly following off more than once but eventually he manages to win the slugging contest , sort of, instead grabbing hold of Warrior and pulling him over the ropes as well. With both men in danger of being eliminated the crowd in front is on bated breath. Warrior connects with a big right hand and Tenfold sways, nearly falling off but regains his balance and fires a blow of his own. Warrior is barely moved, but when Tenfold blocks his next shot and connects with one of his own, Warrior nearly falls off but regains his composure as well. With the next blow looking like it will win the standoff, Warrior looks to connect with a shot but Tenfold ducks into the ring between the second and third ropes and with Warrior off balance, reaches up and pulls him down snap across the top rope, throat first and sends him bouncing back off the apron to the floor below.

Gibson: And another member of The Empire down. It’s not looking good for your boys Sid.

Long: This can’t be happening. That little pipsqueak cheated. Even if you subscribe to the theory of infinite universes, there isn’t one out there that Danny Tenfold would ever be able to eliminate Warrior from a match like this.

Gibson: Well I guess this must be the exception because I, and the millions watching around the world just saw it right now with our very own eyes.

Long: I refuse to believe this.

It takes a few seconds for Warrior to realize what has just happened and when he does, he fights off the two referees at ringside and attempts to get back into the ring. Danny Tenfold will have none of it however as he connects with a baseball slide, going underneath the top rope and kicking him back towards the ramp. Tenfold slides back into the ring and looks for a dance partner, eventually settling on Meltdown having finally dispatched of Roman Cripate after the impressive mat wrestling followed by an ‘Ansatsuken Combo’ that sends Cripate down to the mat.

Natalie Burrows appears to be in tough against Brett Cross, the fatigued Bifrost Brawler still more than match for the fair maiden. Burrows comes off the ropes and slides under a big boot attempt to her pretty ‘cat like’ face and when she pops up she runs around Cross who spins once again to look at her, only to catch her elbow right in his face as she connects with a springboard roaring elbow that knocks the mighty Cross down to the canvas,

Jack Bull has taken hold of Roy Viper from Tom Roberts who now has Nick Pickles in his grasp. Bull looks to hit Viper with the ‘Bull Charge’ but Viper side steps it and looks to hit him with a spike DDT as he turns around but Bull reverses it and locks in a full-nelson on Viper. Scorpion has finally managed to get a hold of Shawn Ashen as he pulls himself up from the Canvas and things don’t look good for the tycoon. Scorpion absolutely lambastes him with ferocious shots, each one more personal than the next as Ashen takes each one smiling, realizing what exactly he has done and that his motivational ploy has worked. He begins to fight back but the young warrior will have none of it, connecting first with a Tiger Driver after ducking a blow, then absolutely destroying him with an Eliminator.

Warrior is still on the outside protesting, keeping one of the referee’s busy, as Tom Roberts has managed to turn the tides on Nick Pickles and has him dangling over the ropes, bordering on elimination. As Scorpion picks up Ashen the referee still focused on the match watches Ashen as Scorpion sends him over the top rope, him crashing as on the other side Nick Pickles feet hit the floor, unable to hang on to the ropes for any longer. Tom Roberts turns away and decides to lock horns with Meltdown, the two savvy ring veterans beginning to square off after Bull had gone after Tenfold after Viper broke free of the full nelson but staggered away.

They are not the only greybeards in the match though as Nick Pickles, realizing that no referee saw him hit the floor, slides back into the ring and immediately goes after Tom Roberts, breaking up the battle with Meltdown and pushing him towards the ropes close to the referee, as it appears that Warrior has finally taken his ball and gone home but not without some collateral damage as only one official remains standing at ringside.

Long: Ha! I’m starting to love this Pickles guy. He knows exactly what he wants and is willing to do anything to get to it. He’ll bare no expense to do it. He’s like Shawn Ashen was before he went to the dark side.

Scorpion pauses moments after eliminating Shawn Ashen and just stares as Ashen stands up, staring intently at him. The two continue to have a bit of a staredown until Scorpion falls on his knee clearly feeling the exhaustion of the match and the wave of emotions hitting him fully. A sort of mental breakdown. Meltdown looks at Roberts, and then at Pickles and decides to join forces with his fellow hall of famer in eliminating the interloper as when Roberts ducks under a clothesline attempt Pickles leaves himself nearest the ropes and the two team up and take him out once again with a clothesline sending him flying over the top.

The referee immediately waves Pickles out but Nick has one last shot and he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a check book, the checks already signed and shrugs his shoulders at the referee, blatantly obvious at what he is trying to do. The referee looks down at the crest on his shirt, then at the check book, then at the ring before greedily reaching out and snagging the check book and placing it over his eyes. Pickles smiles like a kid in a candy shop and slides back in the ring, knowing that the third times the charm. He pops up to his feet as once again Meltdown and Tom Roberts begin to duke it out before turning to look at Pickles, then at each other and charge at Pickles who ducks under the clothesline attempt. When the two stop Pickles kicks them both in the stomach, before connecting with a double DDT and letting out a loud guffaw as he gets to his feet only to be promptly eliminated by Roman Cripate and Ethen Bonelo. Once more Pickles stares up at the two, who smile at Pickles who’s face immediately goes pale as he mutters something about Noble and Barnes or Bravehart, the camera’s unable to pick up his exact words.

Gibson: Finally he’s gone.

Long: Now why don’t we have him instead of Tenfold. He at least makes things interesting.

Jack Bull runs in, having put away Danny Tenfold for the moment, to take advantage of the situation involving Scorpion as he still looks somewhat distant, almost as if he is in the midst of a mental breakdown and twists him with a neckbreaker. Bull then attempts to pull Scorpion to his feet but he holds onto the bottom rope before Bonelo rushes over and pulls Bull away. Bull responds by laying into the caped crusader with a few strong hands as Scorpion sits in the corner, attempting to physically and mentally recover. Bull Irish Whips Bonelo but Bonelo reverses it, and manages to barely duck a clothesline from Bull. However, seeing his partner in danger, Jakeway spins away from his battle with Brett Cross, having attempted to sneakily eliminate him after Burrows put him on the precipice and connects with a kick to Bull’s face, sending him staggering back. Bonelo then rushes in, and the duo drop Bull with a sliding kick/spinning kick combination.

Gibson: A little bit of teamwork there from Ethen Bonelo and Ewan Jakeway to stay alive.

Long: And what the hell does that freak Bonelo get out of saving Scorpion. I bet he’s one of those Up Syndrome kids like that Holly character.

Meltdown and Tom Roberts break apart as Bane ends up brawling with Tom, while Meltdown and Viper go back at it. Tom Roberts goes back to basics, unleashing a ferocious set of knife edge chops to the sternum of Bane before whipping him across the ring and following him in with a vicious corner clothesline. Bane stumbles around and nearly ends up eliminated but manages to fight away Roberts, showing a sense of desperation.

Viper and Meltdown are next to rumble, and Viper shows just why he’s Sidney’s favourite to win. Meltdown looks to score with another ‘Ansatsuken Combo’ but Viper counters it with a strategic thumb to the eye and then takes him down with a vicious German suplex and keeps the arms locked as he rolls to his feet and connects with a second and then a third. Meltdown stays down for a moment before staggering up and Viper whips him into the rope before taking him down with a hip toss, planting Meltdown on his coccyx before unleashing an insanely stiff kick right to the back of his neck nearly giving him whip lash, and if it didn’t the snap neckbreaker likely did. Pulling him to his feet, Roy looks to toss Meltdown out but there is still some fight left in the cagey veteran. As opposed to struggling futilely, Roy counters with another elbow, and a second set of triple German suplex that leave Meltdown cooky for coco puffs. When he finally stumbles to his feet, Viper appears to put an end to Meltdown as he absolutely obliterates him with a Venom Injection.

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and instead of trying to eliminate him, Bane moves forward and clotheslines both Bonelo and Jakeway getting a slight cheer as he does. Bane grabs Bonelo, and powerfully throws him into the steel post shoulder-first into the steel post. Bonelo clutches his shoulder in pain and Bane tries to flip him u but Bonelo wraps his legs around the ropes to hang on. This does not deter Bane however as he begins to shake the ropes, hoping Bonelo will fall over and be eliminated. Roman sees this, and tries to move forward to help his friend but Natalie Burrows blocks his path, going for the ‘Turmoil’ but Roman swiftly ducks, causing Natalie to land near Scorpion, who is still just watching the mayhem. As in in some sort of cruel double team, Danny Tenfold rushes a slightly off balance Roman, but receives only a roundhouse kick for his troubles.

Having cleared some of the obstacles, Roman checks on Scorpion making sure there will be no blindside attacks, but he’s still too shaken. Roman then rushes in, and slams a high dropkick to Bane’s back, making him abandon his assault on Bonelo. Roman hits some spinning kicks to Bane in the corner but Bane simply pushes him away. Not falling for trying to return to offense, Roman watches Bane rush him, before ducking and watching Bane trip himself off a big boot. Bane stumbles against the ropes and Roman then moves in, but Bane holds down the ropes and Roman manages to barely hold onto the ropes. Bane goes for a strike, but Roman ducks it, and uses the top rope to levy his weight, wrapping his two knees in a perpendicular direction to Bane’s body. Roman falls back, and lets gravity do the rest, as Bane’s own weight sends him over the ropes and to the floor below.

Gibson: Roman defended his friends and managed to get Bane eliminated from the match!

Long: You call them friends, I call them people you have to eliminate later and then have an awkward moment with in the locker-room.

Roman’s back lands hard on the apron, but he rolls back into the ring to avoid danger. Jack Bull and Roy Viper begin to duke it out but Meltdown gets to his feet and intervenes, going right after Roy Viper in an attempt to ensure he receives his comeuppance earlier for his vicious assault. Bull goes after Cripate, willing to fight with whomever and unleashes some loaded fists right to his head and spins him back near the ropes, only for Cripate to switch it and to unleash a set of knife edge chops before spinning on his heels and going for the kill shot with a kesagiri chop. Bull manages to throw his forearm up in time and the two lock up collar and elbow before Bull breaks it and throws him into the ropes. On the rebound he looks for the back body drop but Cripate floats over, only to end up right where Bull wants him as he sends him thundering to the canvas with a Samoan drop.

Roy Viper and Meltdown continue to go at it, and Roy ducks a spinning chop, before kicking Meltdown in the stomach and moving him closer to the ropes and trying for a spike DDT but Meltdown spins out of it, and hits Roy with a hard jawbreaker-type neckbreaker, and then finishing it off with a standing, flipping legdrop. Meltdown rushes to the other side of the ring, but Tenfold runs on the opposite set of ropes and right before the two collide, Tenfold jumps and raises his knee hitting a sickening crash to Meltdown’s shoulder and neck area, sending him down for a ring canvas nap and getting a big reaction from the crowd. Tenfold then turns, and hits a crazy jumping kick to Cross’s face, but the man of mythical powers does not go down, and instead lifts up Tenfold for a powerbomb, turning towards the outside, but Tenfold manages to hop down before getting slammed, and takes Cross down with a quick leg sweep.

Long: Danny Tenfold had better be saying his prayers because he just almost got thrown out of the match.

Gibson: Saying prayers will just make the God of Midgaard even angrier if the prayer is not in his favor.

Meanwhile as Roman and Ewan deal with Tom Roberts and Jack Bull respectively, Bonelo looks over at Scorpion, who still has not recovered from his fatigue though he’s begun to show signs of coming back to reality. Natalie hits a high kick on Bonelo, sending him stumbling right into Scorpion. Roman tries to move in, but Tom Roberts grabs him from behind, and tosses him around with a German suplex. Bonelo tries to get up, but Natalie uses the ropes to springboard into the air, before landing swiftly on Bonelo’s back and then snapping him down with a hurricanrana. Bull and Viper begin to kick on Jakeway and Roman, not wanting to see any members of Redemption team back up. Natalie, with the middle of the ring clear to herself, runs full speed, and does a baseball slide right to Bonelo’s face as he’s trying to get up, hitting his chin and sending him into the ropes. With him wobbled for a moment, Burrows takes the advantage and pulls him up and dumps him over the top to the floor below.

Gibson: One member of Redemption down, and it doesn’t seem like any of the other wrestlers are too upset about this!

Long: Good, now he can go back to defending Gotham and yelling at camera-workers for messing up his shots.

Jakeway suddenly breaks free of a double backdrop attempt by Bull and Roberts, dropping the two men with a falling double bulldog. Enraged, and getting a clear site on the remaining competitors, Ewan goes bat shit insane, setting his sights on not one person, but everyone in the ring. Jakeway goes on an incredible series of maneuvers. He rolls forward, and grabs Meltdown, slamming him a high belly to belly, before rolling forward again in a small ball and bumping into the leg of Natalie Burrows. She is about to react but Jakeway does a handstand, and kicks her in the eye with his boot, before landing on his feet, and double-ear slapping her, causing her to fall down. Tenfold rushes in for a running dropkick, but Jakeway ducks, and literally catches Tenfold on his back and falls back with an odd looking Samoan Drop. Meltdown runs in to take Jakeway down with a spinning elbow, but Jakeway flapjacks him onto Tenfold. The crowd is very much behind Ewan Jakeway at this point. Cross notices, and runs to the side, using his huge power to slam Roman into the corner. Jakeway sees this, and rushes in, but Cross moves and Jakeway narrowly avoids slamming into Roman. Cross is about to rush in and slam them both, but Jakeway uses Roman like he’s some sort of wall, and bounces off of him into Cross for a crossbody!

Jakway kips up, looking at the bodies scattered around the ring, before taking a moment to figuratively snipe every one of them. With only one person left to be nailed, Jakeway turns his attention towards Scorpion. He is about to move towards him, but Cross grabs onto Jakeway’s leg, causing Jakeway to stomp on Cross’s arm, breaking free. Jakeway runs off the ropes, going for a kick, but Cross catches it, and defiantly slams Jakeway with a spinebuster. With the rest of the competitors getting to their feet, Roman and Bonelo begin to go after the remaining competitors around as Cross lifts up Jakeway and places him on the top turnbuckle. Roman runs in, unhanding Meltdown and tries to grab Cross for a reverse DDT, but Cross uses his great strength to lift up Roman and slam him into Jakeway on the top turnbuckle, nearly inadvertently eliminating his own tag partner. Cross tries to dump Roman over the side, but Roman holds on. Jakeway is then about to respond with a top rope manoeuvre, but Cross swings both his fists and connects with a Hammer Mjollnir right to the skull of Jakeway and causing him fall over the top rope to the floor below, eliminating him.

Long: Another masked wrestler gone!

Gibson: And Roman is dangerously hanging over the edge of the ring. We may see all three eliminated in a row!

Cross turns to Roman, but Roman uses the ropes as a swing, and swings both legs on the ropes right into the stomach of Cross, knocking him back into Danny Tenfold up to his feet, who responds with a spinning elbow to Cross to set their fight back off. On the other side of the ring, Meltdown has begun to brawl with Tom Roberts once more. Meltdown tries to assault Roberts with a flurry of kicks, but Roberts blocks one to the head, and spins Meltdown around, holding him with a dragon sleeper. Meltdown struggles, but begins to fade, as Tom looks ready to try and heave him over the ropes and to the floor below, but Roy Viper moves in and grabs Tom for a German suplex, slamming him down as he drops Meltdown! Roy then motions for Meltdown to help him, and both men move Tom into the corner and begin to pound on him with punches and kicks, before double Irish Whipping him. The two men motion like they’re about to rush him, but as Meltdown moves in, Roy grabs him drops him with the Venom Injection! Meltdown looks out, and Roy uses this opportunity to grab Meltdown and throw him out of the ring!

Gibson: That backstabbing, no good …

Long: Yes! ‘Attaway Roy!
Danny Tenfold however has managed to create some separation from Brett Cross and sees Roy toss Meltdown out of the ring. Quickly running next to him, he dumps Roy over the top rope and in surprise he is unable to save himself as he too crashes to the floor, eliminated.

Long: No! That no good, rat finked weasel Tenfold just blindsided Viper.

Gibson: Turnabout is fair play.

Seven competitors are left; an exhausted Danny Tenfold panting as he stares at Roy Viper who looks up in disbelief, The LionHeart Champion Brett Cross showing signs of fatigue, Roman Cripate smiling to himself as he lays into the fourth competitor, Jack Bull, Natalie Burrows a surprise at this juncture, doing battle with Tom Roberts after picking up the scraps following Viper’s German, and The Scorpion slowly rising to his feet, the mental anguish caused by the relief, the satisfaction, the bliss from the elimination of Ashen, gone. He appears fresher than ever as he goes right at Brett Cross and slugs him in the back of the head stunning him for a moment. Scorpion snags hold of him and looks to connect with a Dragon suplex. He struggles at first to lift the leviathan but is able to with some assistance from a Danny Tenfold drop kick.

Scorpion gets up to his feet and stares at Tenfold, the entire match having resisted assistance and locks up with Danny Tenfold, quickly switching to a side headlock. Tenfold pushes him off and Scorpion hits the ropes and looks to connect with a big boot but Tenfold hits the floor causing Scorpion to leap over. This time on the rebound Tenfold looks to connect with a drop kick but Scorpion hangs on and Tenfold hits the canvas. After connecting with a vicious DDT on Roman Cripate, Bull sees his opportunity to once and for all get the upper hand on Scorpion and charges at him as he clings to the ropes, his focus squarely on Tenfold, Bull looks to take him over the top with a clothesline but Scorpion ducks it and sends Bull over the top. He hangs onto the ropes and hangs perilously for a moment before attempting to pull himself back in.

Gibson: This could be it for Jack Bull. His title hopes at Prestige are hanging literally in the balance here.

Long: I still can’t believe Roy Viper isn’t going to win this.

Scorpion begins to throw heavy hands at him, and begins to kick at him before clawing at his hands, trying to break his grip on the ropes. Bull has managed to get his legs back in and now has a hold of Scorpion and tries to pull him over the top rope. The two are a mess of limbs as Scorpion ends up hanging on to the ropes but eventually he ends up in the same predicament, dangling on the outside for his life. The two begin to exchange blows, while trying to hang on at the same time. The crowd is on baited breath as the Scorpion pulls himself up and delivers a vicious kick right to the head of Bull who nearly topples over but manages to hang on with one hand and fire a shot to Scorpion, causing him to let go. With one hand each on the ropes, both are in prime position to go but the rest of the wrestlers are cluesless as to the goings on, Cripate rolling to his feet and doing battle with Danny Tenfold, Natalie Burrows fighting with Brett Cross and Tom Roberts still recovering after being hit with a ‘Denial’ by Natalie Burrows.

The battle continues on the ropes before Scorpion pulls himself up showing considerable strength and ends up adjusting his grip to the bottom rope with one hand, then the other. Bull is caught off guard and it ends up costing him as Scorpion uses the leverage gained by kicking Bull once more and then using his legs to wrap around the upper torso of Bull and with his legs, pull him away from the ropes. Bull tries to hang on but Scorpion is too strong and pulls him off sending him feet first to the canvas as the crowd jeers, one of their favourites coming in seventh as Scorpion pulls himself back into the ring, but is immediately pounced upon by Tom Roberts.

Long: No gold for Jack Bull.

Gibson: He came in as one of the favourites to win this thing and a seventh place finish isn’t something to laugh at but you know that’s not what Jack Bull was looking for.

Cripate and Tenfold step into the center of the ring and exchange blows before locking up collar and elbow. Tenfold switches to a side headlock before Roman pulls back through it and takes hold of his back. He looks to take him down with a waistlock takedown but Tenfold blocks it and rolls through and ends up with Cripate in position for a Dragon suplex. Roman immediately ducks his head though as following a missed clothesline attempt by Roberts, Scorpion comes through and goes over the head of Cripate right to the face of Tenfold. With Scorpion off balance, Cripate grabs hold and pulls him towards the ropes as Natalie Burrows goes to battle with Cross in the center of the ring as Roberts picks up Danny Tenfold. The former mentor and protégé do battle with the Burrows and Danny Tenfold. Roberts keeps the advantage on Tenfold, pressing him backwards with a stiff flurry of chops. For Burrows, her battle with Cross continues and her speed advantage continues to be more and more invaluable as the fatigue of Cross continues to kick in. Burrows connects with a set of stiff kicks to the hamstrings of Cross and then looks to connect with a toe kick. Brett catches it however, and ducks the dragon whip attempt, but ends up getting hit by Burrows coming back around in a modified ‘Epiphany’.

Roman hits Scorpion with a rolling kesagiri chop, but somehow and much to the shock of Roman it doesn’t even appear to faze Scorpion, and when he looks for a second it’s pare’d and Scorpion delivers a knee lift to the gut before putting him directly into a muay thai clinch and unleashing a torrent of knees that rock him, enough for Scorpion to look to connect with an Eliminator. He manages to get Roman up but he slips out the back and looks to snap him down with a reverse DDT, but Scorpion rolls back around right into position for a Lament of Innocence out of the ring. In his desperation Roman throws himself out by grabs hold of the ropes and slithers into the back as the crowd roars in approval at the slick thinking of the last remaining member of Redemption.

With Cross down for the moment she sees her opportunity and looks to immediately seize it. Roberts has Tenfold in position, ready to connect with an Eh-Vengeance. He tries to lift Tenfold once but Danny fights against it, knowing that it’ll put an end to him if he does. As he tries the second time, he leaves himself off balance, enough for Natalie Burrows to grab hold of him by the back of his singlet and as Tenfold drops to the floor, Burrows runs him towards the ropes and throws him over the top, making sure he can’t stick around as the crowd groans.

Long: And back to the retirement home goes Tom Roberts.

Gibson: A valiant performance from the EUW Hall of Famer and more than deserving of the reception that the crowd is giving him.

Tom looks at the crowd that too a man is on their feet applauding him. Natalie Burrows isn’t long for the rumble after she eliminates Roberts though as Brett Cross up to his feet charges and absolutely demolishers her with a clothesline as she turns around, sending her tumbling to the ground below.

[primetime]

With the elimination of Burrows and Roberts, we’re down to the final four of Cross, Tenfold, Scorpion and surprisingly Roman Cripate. All four men pause and stare at each other, measuring everyone up, assessing them to various degrees. Roman appears the freshest as he should, bouncing around excitedly. Tenfold is wiping sweat from his brow while he breathes heavily, forcing as much air into his lungs as possible. Brett Cross is stoic, his matted mane dripping as he chests expands and contracts heavily. Scorpion appears distant somewhat, his slight mental breakdown after the elimination of Ashen giving him a chance to rejuvenate. He, unlike the others, has more to fight for. His victory is not for glory, but instead for the chance to finally unseal the information held by Shawn Ashen pertinent to the murder of his mother.

The four emerge but none of them commit, not wanting to make the first mistake. Cross and Tenfold eye each other cautiously, there relationship tenuous but despite the battles slowly a measure of deep respect has been forged. Cripate looks at Scorpion, who diverts his gaze, sending the message that even at this juncture he trusts no one, a lone warrior until his elimination or victory. Cripate is finally the first one to flinch, growing impatient as he bluffs towards Scorpion, before peeling off and going at Cross. This sets everything off as Tenfold immediately jumps Cripate, looking to take advantage of his momentary distraction, but Scorpion will have none of it and pulls him off.

Gibson: I have to question the Scorpion there. He had a chance to sit back and watch Roman Cripate get double teamed while saving himself.

Long: Essentially he could’ve been the good theist he once was. Saving himself for marriage while locking himself in his room and enjoying his own company as he …

Gibson: I’ve got to choose my words more carefully.

Cripate looks to neutralize the strength advantage of Cross as he pushes him into the ropes and allows his irish whip attempt to be reversed. On the rebound Cross looks for a ‘Hammer Mjollnir’ attempt, but Cripate slides between his wickets and pops to his feet and looks to connect with an overhead kick. Cross catches the kick attempt though and Cripate ends up in a precarious position as he’s able to grab the second. With Cripate having nowhere to go, Cross lifts him up and looks to connect with a ‘Chariot’ but Cripate rolls through and looks to pull Cross down with an inside cradle. Cross won’t be felled however and instead drops of his own well, sending his knee right into the face of Roman Cripate who grips it in pain.

Cross rolls to his feet and picks Roman up as the camera shifts to Tenfold and Scorpion, Tenfold on the retreat as he deftly lures Scorpion into his trap. Once against the ropes, he ducks one more attempt and switches Scorpion, leaving him with his back up against elimination. He connects with a knife edge chop which only causes The Scorpion to smile as Tenfold quickly realizes that he had been played all along as Scorpion counters with a chop of his own and latches hold, pulling Tenfold right into a forearm that sets him down. Scorpion picks him up to one knee before Tenfold fires an uppercut that shocks Scorpion, allowing Tenfold to do a barrel roll and pop up to his feet out of danger as he smiles at Scorpion and mockingly flexes to cheers from the crowd.

Long: Cheer for him now because he’s not long for this match. There’s no way Tenpence over there is going to come out of this a winner.

Gibson: I still don’t understand your Danny Tenfold hate.

Long: What’s not to understand. Look at him!

Scorpion scoffs at his taunt as the two come together and lock up collar and elbow. Scorpion uses his strength to push Tenfold back against the ropes into the corner before breaking it and whipping him across the ring. Danny hits the corner hard but ducks between the second and third ropes as Scorpion charges in looking for a clothesline but misses. Danny isn’t done as he grabs his head and whips around the ring post before coming down seated on the other side, but hanging Scorpion up on the ropes neck first causing him to recoil. Tenfold gets to his feet as Scorpion clutches his larynx and when he turns around to confront Tenfold, is caught with a springboard forearm as the crowd pops.

Roman and Cross’ battle continues as Brett stills has the advantage following the knee drop. Whipping Cripate into the ropes he connects with a back body drop on the rebound. Cripate is slow to his feet and is absolutey destroyed by a ‘Hammer Mjollnir’ when he gets to his feet. It doesn’t look good for the masked man but he’s saved as when Cross gets him close to the ropes, Danny Tenfold tries to sneak up from behind and eliminate the man who had defeated him earlier. It nearly works but Tenfold isn’t able to get Cross high enough over the ropes to get him to the floor, only to the apron. He begins to slug it out with Cross looking to knock him off the edge. Cross sways back after having a punch ducked and Tenfold connecting with a shoulder thrust right to the sternum. Cripate is still leaning up against the ropes, clutching his chest as Scorpion is up to his feet and surveying the situation.

His path is chosen for him as Cross is nearly knocked off and sensing the brevity of the situation, forgoes traditional methods and uses his head as a battering ram and slams it not once but twice into the head of Tenfold, forcing him to stumble back and allow Cross into the ring. Scorpion grabs hold of Tenfold as he stumbles back and hits him with a vicious elbow before spinning him around and irish whipping him into the ropes. He side steps Tenfold on the return, allowing him to run right into Brett Cross who plants him with a spine buster!

Gibson: That spine buster might have broken Danny Tenfold in two.

Long: And not a second too soon.

Cross gets to his feet and stares at Scorpion, unsure as to what just happened with him ducking out of the way. His questions are answered though as Scorpion kicks him in the stomach, knees him in the head and in one fluid motion scoops him up and connects with a Lament of Innocence, leaving him as the lone man standing in the ring, potentially a sign to come. Tenfold is struggling to his feet, clutching his back and makes himself the first target of Scorpion as he picks him up and whips him into the corner.

Scorpion doesn’t charge in recklessly, instead stalking him and connecting with a single knife edge chop, and then a second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth as he begins to filet the chest of Danny Tenfold as slowly the long lost smirk of Scorpion begins to return, the milk and honey of the promised land tantalizingly close to his lips. As Tenfold slumps in the corner Scorpion pulls him out before connecting with a European uppercut that sends him back against the ropes in precipitous position for elimination. Tenfold is splayed out, wide open, finally exhaustion appearing to have finally drained all his reserves, the gruelling contest earlier in the even against Brett Cross and drawing entrant number one too much to overcome on this night as The Scorpion merely pushes him over the ropes and turns his back … not realizing what Danny Tenfold had done.

In hooking himself on the ropes, Tenfold allowed himself to tie himself in them, the second and third twisting as he flipped over and trapping them in between, supporting him and preventing his feet from hitting the ground. The strain on his shoulders is immense however and he quickly pulls himself back onto the apron, saving himself from elimination. Having turned his attention away from Tenfold, Scorpion looks at Cripate, barely to his feet and charges at him looking to score a second elimination in a row but Roman has other ideas, leaping up as Scorpion ran by and grabbing hold of him, before pushing off the ropes with his feet and going over the top and connecting with a ‘Painful Memories’ variant. Scorpion’s head goes thundering into the canvas as Roman gets to his feet, only to be absolutely annihilated in prompt order by another ‘Hammer Mjollnir’ from a risen Brett Cross that sends Roman through the second and third ropes but not eliminating him.

Gibson: What a blow there by Brett Cross, he knocked Roman Cripate clear out of the ring but unlucky for him, didn’t send him over the top rope.

Cross and Tenfold are now the two left standing and they square off and surprisingly, Tenfold offers out his hand high willing to engage in a test of strength. Cross is happy to oblige but his confidence works against him as immediately Tenfold drops the hand and shoots in and looks for a double leg, eventually planting Cross on his back right near Scorpion and Roman Cripate down on the outside. There’s a long lull as Tenfold merely paws at Cross and looks to push him out of the ring. Scorpion slowly rolls away from the two. Roman is half up to his feet and instead of sliding in, starts throwing forearms at Cross from the outside of the ring, ignoring the referee ordering him to get back into the ring. Tenfold gets to his feet as Cross’ resistance has weakened and Cripate joins him, willing to form an alliance for the moment to eliminate Cross. As he clambers up onto the apron though his alliance is broken however as the Scorpion, seemingly forgotten as he rolled away is up and throws Tenfold unexpectedly over the ropes and eliminates him from the match.

Long: Yes! Yes! This is the best Christmas ever.

Gibson: And it has nothing to do with the fact that you got coal in your stocking …

Long: Danny Tenfold is gone, eliminated, and we’re down to the final three.

Roman doesn’t pay any attention to Tenfold, instead pulling himself into the ring and taking Scorpion down, right onto Brett Cross with a sling shot neckbreaker. Cross wheezes as Cripate gets to his feet and immediately pulls Scorpion up and pushes him into the corner before going to work with a set of stiff European uppercuts. Scorpion takes a few blows but manages to defend some as well. Eventually Scorpion manages to grapple hold of him though and the two wind up brawling for position against the ropes. Cripate seems to win the battle though as he ends up with front position, and manages to get Scorpion part way over the top rope. The two still fight and eventually Roman is in nearly the same position as Scorpion, his body hanging over while his legs are tied into the ropes. Scorpion fires a vicious elbow shot right to the head of Roman which knocks him over the top to the apron, but the force also propels him over as well.

With Brett Cross still down the two slug it out on the side, both nearly falling off at one time or the other. With a stalemate looking inevitable, Roman appears to go for broke as he fires a massive right cross aimed squarely at the jaw of Scorpion, who sees it coming a mile away … but doesn’t realize it’s a feint. Roman grabs hold of Scorpion instead and takes two hard steps before leaping up and pushing off the ring post before Scorpion realizes what has just happened. Roman goes soaring over his head and lands flat on the apron on top of Scorpion, connecting with a second ‘Painful Memories’ who slowly falls off and ends up crashing to the floor below, eliminated.

It takes a moment before Scorpion looks up at Roman and realizes just what had happened. Another moment passes before Scorpion goes absolutely bonkers, trying to grab hold of Roman but unable to as he quickly rolls into the ring. Scorpion slams his fists on the apron, yelling “no” at the top of his lungs before flipping the ring steps and kicking in one of the barricades that surrounds the ring area. The crowd jeer which doesn’t seem to help his mood as he realizes, above all else that everything he has fought for is finished, that Ashen would not go back on his words. He slumps towards the back as the focus shifts to the ring where Roman Cripate is up and Brett Cross is hauling himself up using the ropes.

Gibson: Brett Cross was expected by many to get here, but I don’t think anyone expected Roman Cripate to make it to the final two.

Long: And every comic book nerd in America is ecstatic. It’s Thor vs. Green Lantern, Marvel vs. DC.

The two look at each other and nod their heads slightly before coming together collar and elbow. Cross uses his strength to push Roman back, who breaks the hold however and pulls Cross into a hammerlock but turns it and pulls him down with a backslide, trapping the arm underneath at an awkward angle as Cross howls in pain. Cripate wrenches the shoulder, looking to limit the ability of Cross to use his power before Cross rolls over and spins around and gets his arm straightened out as his chest is now on top of Roman’s back. Cross attempts to pull Roman up, but when he does he gets taken down with a deep Japanese arm drag and quickly goes back to work with the hammerlock. Cross gets up once more with Roman still hanging onto him. He attempts to shake him off but Roman ends up wrapping his legs around him to hang on.

Cross starts to fade a bit before running full steam towards the corner and turning at the last second and crushing Roman between himself and the turnbuckle. Roman lets go and Cross walks out of the corner and shakes his arm, trying to get the blood back flowing to it. Roman stumbles out and Cross plants him with a backbreaker, going to work on the back of Roman. Pulling him up, he whips him into the ropes and looks to connect with a clothesline but Roman ducks it and comes back flying off the ropes and looks for a springboard crossbody but Cross catches him, the shoulder holding up well enough. Cross starts towards the ropes, looking to merely dump Roman out but it doesn’t work out so well as Roman reaches up and pulls Brett down with a thundering DDT, but in the process gets himself powerslammed as the full weight of Brett comes down across him.

Both men are slow to get up and Roman is the first and charges at Brett and looks to connect with a projectile hurricanrana but Brett knocks him away. Brett gets to his feet first and grabs hold of Roman who throws an uppercut that knocks him back enough for Roman to get up to his feet and hit Brett with a reverse roundhouse that sends him stumbling back into the ropes as the already standing crowd leans forward slightly in anticipation.

Gibson: Brett Cross is on the ropes. What an upset this would be!

Long: Buster Douglas and Mike Tyson.

Roman looks at Brett and charges at him looking to knock him over the ropes by Brett Cross pulls the ropes down and ducks out of the way. Roman expects it however and leaps over the ropes landing on the apron as he pulls Brett Cross over them and they both are fighting on the apron, a similar situation that Roman used effectively to get rid of Scorpion. Roman fires a big blow that connects and wobbles Cross, who comes back with a blow of his own that nearly knocks Roman off the apron. He hangs on however and charges right at Cross and crashes into him with all his body weight that sends Cross stumbling backwards. Roman takes the initiative and with nothing to lose spring boards into the ring and then connecting with a jump kick to Cross that sends him to the other side of the ring and nearly knocks Cross off but he reaches out and grabs hold of the ring post to save himself. Roman fires a blow over top of the post and Cross eats it in order to throw one of his own which wobbles Roman some more. He takes the moment to step up and grab hold of Roman by the head and slams him face first into the ring post, his face connecting with the solid steel.

Cross steps around the ring post and ends up on the same side and the sense of urgency in the crowd grows, seemingly everyone knowing this exchange will be the last. Brett uses his head as a battering ram and connects squarely with the face of Roman and sends him stumbling away and Brett grabs hold and looks to throw him off, before Roman drops away and hangs Brett up on the ropes. Roman gets to his feet and latches onto Brett before charging at the ring apron, looking to connect with one more ‘Painful Memories’ to finish it off. Brett however will have none of it and just as Roman leaps he latches onto the ropes to prevent himself from being taken down and when Roman sticks the landing on the other side spins around and destroys him with a ‘Hammer Mjollnir’ knocking Roman off of the apron and tumbling to the floor below, eliminated as the bell rings.

Walt: Ladies and Gentleman, your winner, Brett Cross.

Brett leans back against the ropes, exhausted as the crowd roars and Roman Cripate looks at him, nodding his head before heading towards the back to the applause of the crowd. After Roman ducks through the screen, Brett heads into the ring and stares out at the crowd, smiling as he straps the Lionheart Championship around his waist and scales the ropes, staring at the banner for Prestige.

Gibson: Ladies and gentleman, Brett Cross has cemented his spot in the main event of Prestige as he’ll take on TITAN for the The Asylum World Championship.

Long: I’ll give credit where credit is due, it was simply Brett Cross’ night.

Gibson: And he’ll hope to repeat that at Prestige and become the first ever man to hold both the Lionheart and World Heavyweight Championship.

The final shot of Scars and Stripes is Brett Cross, his arms raised in victory as he stares out at the cheering crowd.