X-treme Wrestling Federation

As the train pulls into the yard, the pistons give a great sigh as the air exits hurriedly. The rotund conductor stretches his arms as he exits the main cabin of the train. He yells at a few workers rushing over. Meanwhile LH Harrison is out like a light in one of the compartments. He lays across several boxes with his head resting on his arm. After he hears conversations outside, he jolts awake and sleepily reaches out as if looking for a light switch. Upon realizing there isn’t one, he begins blinking his eyes repeatedly to take in his surroundings. He stands up and walks briskly to the left side of the door with a limp due to the lack of circulation in his left leg. It felt as if he were walking on pin-needles as he assumed his position. There he can hear the conversation a little better.

So who you think done it?

I’m sure just some hobo or some crazy whack job.

Should we investigate?

Well no shit Martin. We can’t just let a broken lock go unchecked.

The scraping sound is heard in an almost deafening pitch as Harrison covers his ears with his hands. The sounds of footsteps are heard as the two men climb up into the compartment. Two beams of light reflect off the metallic walls as the boxes are stacked beside the doorway, hiding LH’s position. Harrison peaks around the edge and sizes up the two. Both men are rather normal stature, but both men are dressed in work attire as well as heavy boots. A smirk forms across Harrison’s mouth. He takes a step back softly as his leg is now back to normal.

He rushes forward and knocks the pillar of boxes over!

They crash across the closest guy as his yell is quickly muffled by the stack of heavy boxes. The other guy looks down at him in shock!

Martin?! What th-

It’s then that Harrison darts out of the train and begins running along the train tracks.

The other man leaps out of the train and collapses to the ground after he trips. The guy looks up at Harrison’s back.

Hey! You! Get… (breath) back here!

This isn’t even heard by LH who continues running forward with his hoodie pulled over his head. As he runs out of the trainyard, LH sees the moon high in the sky above the forest in which he had escaped into. He twirls his wrist brandishing his freshly acquired flashlight from that fallen inspector.

His finger presses the soft-tipped button on the side of the device and a beam of light shines through the woods. LH looks forward and begins trekking through the dark woods. With nothing but the moon and his flashlight to illuminate the forest, he marches forward until the sound of cars zooming by catches his attention. He stops moving and clicks the button again creating a nightmarish darkness surrounding him.

Despite the eeriness of this location, the surroundings do not create a sense of fear in LH. He doesn’t fear the unknowing and he certainly doesn’t fear whatever maybe lurking in the pitch black scene. Once his eyes focus in the darkness, he begins scanning the horizons through the foliage.

After a few moments of watch, he notices the lights going behind the trees directly in front of him. He begins walking through the trees. It’s then that he realizes that he’s approached the edge of a major high way. He looks left and sees a slew of cars driving along the road at hastened paces. He turns to the right and a smile spreads across what little we can see of his face.


He walks to the edge of the road and sticks up his thumb.

Soon, I’m coming home.





Ten Hours Later…






LH Harrison is putting out the fire he had built over the night. A little known fact is that LH Harrison actually obtained the position of Eagle Scout. Growing up in South Arkansas, it’s almost a qualification of graduating high school to be an Eagle Scout. Not wanting to leave any traces, he had collected water overnight. He douses the fire with the saved water before spreading the ashes.

Mastermind… hello? Are you awake? While you’re living in the past, I’m here at your door. Knocking it down while you piddle around worrying about Doc. Hmm… maybe I should bother the Doc and drag him into this fight as well. How do you think Doc will respond to you using him to make yourself interesting?

After all, I am The Prophet to the Higher Power. Not that imposter that you’ve been speaking to, Mastermind. Even Doc knows that Hysteria isn’t the real Harrison. However you continue on as if you actually are under the impression that he is the REAL Prophet to the Higher Power. I can assure you that he’s isn’t.

But sure, continue on with your little baby tidbits of ‘The Story in the Life of Mastermind.’ But hey, congratulations Mastermind! You knocked up a chick without putting a ring on it. Then you broadcasted it all over your promos. Like a moron. Then you’re saddened by your pregnant girlfriend wanting to MARRY YOU!? I hope you don’t take this personally, but what did you expect? Did you just expect her just to be satisfied with you ‘saying’ you’re faithful to her while you travel the world and she stays at home with your baby? What is wrong with you?

I’ve been married, I know all about that. I know the faithfulness and the determination it takes to make something like that work. Maybe that’s what this is all about… maybe Mastermind has a chick on the side. Maybe he has another native around the block that he likes to insert his Little Mind into while Miss Maria isn’t looking. It would make his hesitancy to get hitched make sense. Then he has a wedding ring that he has to keep up with as well as his secret lover.

It’s okay Mastermind. Your secret is safe with us. I mean… this is only going out all over the world to be read by everyone. But surely your soon-to-be wife and her family won’t see this. Right? Right.

Harrison stands up and leans against the tree behind him. He stretches his arms as he looks ahead. Probably 200 yards in front of him on an early Sunday morning is the highway in which he had walked along after having no luck with the hitchhiking the night before. A pained expression crosses his face as if remembering something.

Oh, Mastermind? You seemed irate that your father found out about Maria being pregnant. Yet you posted it all throughout your promos. Once more you don’t seem to grasp the fact that these people watch your work. Perhaps this isn’t irritation that you’re feeling… maybe it’s insecurity? You seem insecure that your family and your pregnant girlfriend’s family watch your promos. Just think. They’ve seen every blow up. They’ve seen you act like the biggest asshole this company has seen. So next time… don’t be so naïve.

As for your father, you have NO right to treat him like you did. You were mad that he found out and didn’t call you. Why? Why the hell should he be forced to call his ungrateful son who didn’t bother to call HIM!? Can you imagine? The poor guy watched his son’s promo to learn there that his son has a baby on the way. How embarrassing. Can you imagine all of his friends who congratulated him at work, in passing, and on Facebook?

What a joke. Sure, be mad at the dude, but don’t throw a little hissy fit at your impregnated wife because he wants to be a part of his grandchild’s life. Way to be a forgiving and caring person Mastermind. I thought you had an ounce of class. Evidently, you’re just a huge ass.

LH collects his things and walks back towards the road. He begins walking while holding his thumb out while beside the road. Not really expecting anything, he continues walking with his back towards oncoming traffic. It’s then that he’s surprised to hear the gravel along the highway give way to a set of tires. He looks at the vehicle that had come to a stop. A navy truck has slid to a stop. He walks up to the window and two white gentlemen stick their head out.

Well hello there! Would you like a ride?

The guy winks at LH Harrison and Harrison smiles at him.

Why, yes. I would. Is it okay if I ride in the bed?

Absolutely! You can even ride in the back of the cab if you’d like.

The guy winks at Harrison again, and LH feels slightly awkward. He scratches his neck and shakes his head.

No thanks. Bed will work just fine. I’m heading for this place.

Harrison unfolds a note out of his pocket and hands it to the gentlemen. They examine it, smile, and nod.

No problem, hop on!

LH Harrison climbs into the back of the truck bed. He leans back against it and looks straight ahead.

Oh and don’t you worry Mastermind. I haven’t forgotten about you and if you’re smart. You won’t forget about me.

Just then, the head of the passenger sticks out and he yells back.

Who are you talking to back there, hot stuff?

Harrison rolls his eyes and keeps looking ahead.

No one. Absolutely no one of importance.