I'll show them all!

Asylum is in what appears to be a hotel bathroom. His massive hands are gripping the sides of the porcelain sink as he looks down at the small scalpel. His body rises and falls with each deep, audible breath. This is the very picture of a man who is seething with anger. He is not a calm sea. He is a turbulent ocean with waves forming and crashing against each other. His knuckles are white as he applies more pressure to the sink. He looks up into the mirror. His bloodshot blue eyes are like ice. He starts to speak, but bites his lip instead, drawing blood. He tastes the blood in his mouth and on his tongue. It tastes good. Like nectar.

Asylum: It's not my fault.

Mirror Asylum: Of course it is, you fool. Who's shoulders were pinned to the mat by a member of The Feebs?

Asylum: It was me.

Asylum answers the question and averts his eyes. Mirror Asylum speaks again.

Mirror Asylum: Yes. It was you, Asylum. It is always you. It was you when you were a kid. It was always your fault. It was you as a teenager. That was why they locked you up. It was you in the other federations. It was always you, Asylum. It will always be your fault.

Asylum: No!

Asylum screams into the emptiness and with lightening like quickness he snatches up the scalpel and makes a small gash in his arm. He looks down at the blood stained scalpel then runs his tongue across the metal like a child licking frosting off a spoon.

Asylum: It's not my fault!

Another gash. Licking the bloody scalpel once more.

Mirror Asylum chuckles as he watches Asylum gash first one arm and then the other.

Mirror Asylum: Do you think that's going to help you? Is that really going to make you any better? You're more of a fool than I thought. Braxton Carver will have a field day with you. He's going to pin you just like at Crackdown.

Asylum: That guy? He couldn't even stand in my corner for our first match. How is he going to beat me?

Mirror Asylum: Because you're not good enough anymore. You don't frighten people anymore. You can't get into their heads. Can't scare them anymore. You're done. It's over.

Asylum: It's not over. I'll show you.

He smiles a bloody smile.

Asylum: I'll show them all!