A warm breeze blows through the trainyard in Hope, Arkansas. As the scene is shown, a large cargo train pulls in and the conductor gets out to speak with a few employees who are standing around.

Hey Joe.

Phil. Where’s your fucking bathroom? I’ve got to take these kids to the pool before they start running there themselves.

Don’t you have a place on your rig for that?

Yeah, but that shit is confined. I need to spread out man.

Just… go. Way too fucking much info.

The three men walk away. As they enter the little train station, a hooded figure begins walking along the long train.

Miss me?

The hooded man throws the hood back to reveal the face of LH Harrison with a smirk.

I can honestly say that I didn’t miss you all. Not in the slightest. However, that might have been due to the fact that I was knocked out for the last month. I was in a mini-coma. Thanks CorVus, I appreciate that. Then what happens? Duke squashes him like a bug and my imposter drags his corpse off. I wonder what he’s doing with it. Probably using him as a decoration for his man-cave. Who doesn’t want a man wearing make-up to hang on the wall? Every good man-cave needs that.

But CorVus is irrelevant now. He did his best and then was disposed of like the piece of garbage he is. He should just be glad it was Duke and not I. In fact, it appears that the whole Defiance has gone belly up. Sane scampered off like a dog with his tail tucked after losing his X-Treme Championship. Gator decided to take some time off after being left alone with Fernando. Absolutely understandable. Shane decided that he wanted to play both sides of the fence so he was dumped by them. Seriously? He was with them for what? Less than a month? But that’s what they get for trusting a psychotic owner who only cares when laughs are involved. Leaving only Austin Fernando.

Poor Austin Fernando. He jumped ship on Heyman Alliance which caused it to fold. Then he enters Defiance and it rots due to his presence. Great addition he turned out to be.

The burning question that is probably on all of your minds are… what’s next for The Asylum? They came, they made a loud noise, they changed the Universal title picture. Twice. Doctor Louis D’Ville is the longest reigning Universal Champion… ever. Can Defiance say that? No. Can The Black Hand? No. Can Brick Squad? Brick Squad? Seriously? No. Not even the infamous Kings or Black Circle can say that.

The Asylum has held the Universal title hostage for over two months yet you people think you can talk down to us? What have you done that even scratches the legacy of The Asylum?

Nothing. The Asylum is powerful. The Asylum is majesty. The Asylum is the cream of the crop.

So be prepared ‘Loverboy’ Vinnie Lane. Although we may have had a little reunion a few weeks ago, that means nothing when it comes to this match. Because no matter if Mastermind wins or I win, The Asylum is taking The Hart Championship.

The Asylum will hold two of the most prestigious titles in the XWF come the end of Bad Medicine. In fact, Bad Medicine, although adequately named after an 80’s Hair Band song, will be the night that Lane overdoses.

Harrison reaches into his long black trench coat and pulls out a small sledge hammer. He walks over to the door on one of the carts and finds the lock binding it. He smashes it a few times to get it open. It finally opens and Harrison slides the door open. Within are just a few boxes with which Harrison shuffles over to the back side. He leaves two stacked up against the wall with one in front of it. With a sigh of relief, Harrison plants himself on the one in front while leaning against the others.

Much better. I’ve been walking for quite aways. Viktor offered to drive me to Cincinnati, but let’s face it. I’m too much of a loner for all of that. I told him I’d meet him there.

Don’t think I’m forgetting about you Mastermind. Oh no, I’m watching. I’m always watching you. Ever since the beginning. You might remember the last time we fought. I made you tap like a little boy crying uncle. Then I proceeded to bloody your face and leave you for the coyotes to pick up the pieces.

You may be the ‘master of minds,’ but I’m the foil to your plan. You may be have been a challenge when I started this game, but much like a Charmander I’ve evolved. I’m no longer using a pathetic Ember. I’m burning your house down with a Fire Blast. But I look forward to testing you. To testing Doc’s unusual interest. If it were up to me, your ass would have never been brought into The Asylum, but Doc say something in you.

A fire is what he called it. I must say, it’s cute how he picks up coal and transforms it into diamonds. When Doc came to me, I was disgruntled. I was on a Mastermind streak. And by a Mastermind streak, I don’t mean the status of your boxers after reading the card and seeing my name next to yours. I mean losing weekly and not getting anywhere in this business. Now? I held a title for over two months before I retired it myself. Can you say that Mastermind? Can you say you’ve held any gold unless you pinned them while they were sleeping?

The answer is no. Not a tag title reign with a better partner. Not a singles title despite getting shot after shot after shot after shot. Seriously, how many title shots have you had in this year already? You fought Lane already once. Lost. You fought Sebastian Duke too. Lost. You even fought our Higher Power like a little insignificant worm and you lost there as well. Yawn. You should go ahead and use your title shot against The Brick Squad so you can add them to that list of current champions that you’ve laid down and let trample over you.

Poor Mastermind. It’s okay fella! The Asylum continues to house losers like yourself in hopes that we can shield you from the mean, mean world around you. No matter how hard you fight it. No matter how hard you try…

The Asylum is the best thing to ever happen to you.

And you want to throw it away.

What a fucking moron.