I'm walking down the long hall way of my Mansion. I keep on walking. I walk past my Trophy Room. I walk past my Thinking Room. I walk past several other rooms, until I get to my bedroom. I walk into my bedroom, and go to the very back, to a closet that I don't use very much. The last time I opened this closet was when I moved in to the Mansion, and that was to hide something. I have a feeling on what I am looking for. I don't like this feeling. I don't want this particular something.

I open the closet door, and look at the very back. I take out huge square box that has been locked. I place the box down on the floor, and close the closet. I then walk over to a set of drawers, and open the middle one. I then took out a small black pouch and open it. I grab a key. I turn back to the big black box. I take a deep breath, and walk back over to it. I put the key in the lock, and unlock it.

I place the key in my pocket. I then very slowly open the big black box, and stand back. I then walk forward, and place my hands in the box, and lift out something heavy. It was a mirror.

It wasn't just any old mirror, it was the mirror that I had when I was 10 years old. It was the mirror that changed my life. I place the mirror down against the wall, and stand back and look at myself in the reflection.

I then hear:

"Well, well, well, so we meet again."

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Mastermind sits quickly up in his bed, in his hotel room of the Crown Plaza Tampa Hotel. Once again his face is all sweaty. He goes to sit on the edge of his bed. He's breathing in and out.

"This is getting ridoncilous. I don't think that I can take much more."

Mastermind gets off of the bed and heads to the bath room. Once again he pours a sink full of water, and looks at himself in the mirror.

Don't let the anger drown you like it did once before.

Embrace it.

Use it against your opponent and bring them to their knees.

It's time to take control of your own life and instead of running from those feelings inside, start using them to your advantage.

Those demons inside of you can be manipulated and molded into something that YOU want.

Look deep inside yourself.

Take hold of the Monster

Let him out.

Mastermind blinked, he could hear the Doc's voice inside his head. He shook his head to get rid of the voices, and bent over the basin and splashed water over his face. Mastermind grabbed the towel and dried his face, and then he stood up and looked at the mirror again. He thought he saw a different reflection.

"How long are you going to fight this?"

Mastermind blinked, and stepped away from the sink. He once looked at the mirror, it had returned to normal. He shook his head, and headed back into the main room. He walked over to the bar fridge, and opened it, and looked at the choices.

There was a water bottle, and three beers. All Bud Lights. Usually he just drunk water, but for some unknown reason he decided to grab the first Bud Light. He opened it, and walked over to the window, looked out it, and started drinking.

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The XWF cameras fade in to the hotel room of Mastermind, as the cameras find him sitting at his Hotel Room table, with a few bottles Bud Lights scattered on it. Mastermind smiles at the camera.

"Are we good to go? Good. It's disappointing that two days out from a tag team match at Lethal Lottery Round 1, that my tag team partner TJ Wallace is yet to express an opinion. Very disappointing. Very very disappointing."

Mastermind gets up and walks over to the fridge, opens it, and takes out a fresh Bud Light. He opens it, returns back to the table, and sits down. He takes a swig. Then looks back at the camera.

"Where was I? Oh yes, TJ Wallace. My very own so called Tag Team partner is yet to show up, and open his big fat mouth. That's just typical of tag team partners. Very typical. That's why I don't like tag team matches. I don't trust the other person. For fuck sake TJ, just come on down, and say something. If you don't say something very soon, well there will be hell to pay. You hear me Wallace, hell to pay."

Mastermind takes a couple of swigs of his Bud Light, and slams it down on the table. He gets up and kicks the seat nearest to him.

"Dam it Wallace, you're a fuck wit."

Mastermind walks out of the view of the camera, and comes back a couple of minutes later. He's doing heavy breathing exercises. He sits back down at the table.

"Where was I? I've spoken about that dumb wit Wallace, I've spoken about Goat Face, ah yes the so called Knight. Aerial Knight. Knight it seems that you love running your mouth, you love running your mouth so much that most of the time garbage spews out of it. You should be a rubbish dump worker because you talk so much rubbish. It stinks."

Mastermind sits back and drinks the rest of the bottle, and places it right next to the other empty bottles. He gets up and walks over to the window and looks out of it.

"My past has nothing to do with you Knight, but you think it does. Yes my mother died. I'm over it. Yes I'm angry at my father. I'm over it. Yes I'm angry that he didn't tell me that he was keeping an eye on me all these years later. I'm over it. Yes I went to the Doc for advice, and I understand that it might have been the worst thing I should have done, and I also understand that it might have been the best thing I should have done. I just have to come to the conclusion which was the right one.

"But you Knight seem to question if it is all legit. Are you legit? Do you really have a sister? Do you really have parents who want to be there you, but you tend to block them out. You're running away from them? Why? Why Aerial why? Fuck that. Fuck you're thinking."

Mastermind sighs, and breathes in and out, to calm himself. He walks back over to the fridge, and takes out another Bud Light, opens it, and walks over to the table and sits down. He drinks some more beer, and then slams it down on the table.

"You're a fucking joke Knight. Of course I live in New Zealand. I'm a proud Kiwi. You don't know what it's like to be proud. Because if you did, you shouldn't be proud that you got to face Gator what was it 4 times? 4 times for the Television Championship, and lost. You fucked it up for the rest of us Knight. You're a fuck wit. You challenged Gator so much that you became a fucking laughing stock every time you lost.

"I wanted another fucking shot at the television title. At Gator. But oh no, you got greedy. You couldn't find the pride, to leave it the fuck alone. Yet you forced the GMs to come to the decision to retire the fucking belt. You, my friend, are a fucking complete joke who couldn't leave it alone. You are a waste of space, who ruined it for the rest of us. That's right you heard me. A waste of fucking space. You're the stupid one.

"That's right you called me stupid. Who's the stupid fuck now. Stupid, waste of space, no pride, a joke of a Garbage Dump worker. That's what you are. Enough is enough. I will show you that enough is enough come Wednesday."

Mastermind stands up and skulls back the last of the Bud Light that was in the bottle, and looks at the camera one last time.

"Here's a warning for you TJ Wallace. If you don't show up, I'm coming after you, and I'll continue to come after you until I feel the price has been paid for a no show. Heed the warning Wallace. I expected more of you."

Mastermind walks out of the camera view, and unbeknownst to the audience, he falls completely on his bed. The camera fades out.