The group continues their chanting as TV set seemingly appear out of nowhere in the corner. The screen turns on to a hum before switching to a staticy station. A few seconds pass before it turns to a picture of an empty room. Just a table with a sole lightbulb dangling above it. A fedora is shown on the head of the white mask sitting in the chair behind the table.

The REAL Higher Power? Oh my... I hope you have prepared for a short stay in the XWF after you spread your filthy lies across the front page of THE ASYLUM'S playground. THE Higher Power's playground. You're a REAL piece of work. You come in chanting some bullshit about a REAL Higher Power and expect for The Higher Power not to bury you before you even begin. You want to unleash Mayhem and HAVOC?! Get in fucking line. The Higher Power in control of The Asylum has already started that war. I, his Prophet, have already began assembling the forces and, as of right now, we outnumber your pathetic task force by double. Not that we need more than one breathing soldier to decimate your little brigade of fakes.

I'd suggest you not even worry about unpacking because you won't be staying long enough to make a ripple in this pond. I will rip you into little pieces and feed them to mindless guppies sucking up every word you spew from that shithole you call a mouth.

The Prophet won't stand for this blasphemy. The Asylum won't stand for this blasphemy. THE Higher Power won't stand for this blasphemy. So eat some shit, kiss my ass, and shut the fuck up. The Prophet has spoken you son of a bitch.