Time's up, Sobek

Asylum passes by the locker room and sees his coworkers preparing for their various matches. Some of them are primping and attending to their looks while others are busy making sure their costumes are intact. Still others are
doing pushups or sit-ups or jumping jacks. Asylum snickers as he sees this.

Asylum: Fools.

He mutters as he passes them by. Somewhere in that locker room is a locker labeled, Asylum, but he has not once
laid eyes on it. His boots squeak on the tiled floor of the hallway as he continues between the white-washed walls reflecting the eye destroying fluorescents from above. He adjusts the burlap sack in his hand and it almost writhes
after he does so. He stops as he reaches his destination.

Asylum: Home sweet home.

Asylum stands before the utility closet. He looks up and then down the hallway to ensure no one sees him and then steps inside. The usual cleaning paraphernalia can be seen, but are all shoved to the side. A plastic bucket acts as a seat and Asylum sits down upon it. He places the sack at his feet.

Asylum: Sobek. Sobek. Sobek.

Asylum laughs.

Asylum: Who do you think you are? Some kind of god? Some kind of savior? You're a fool is what you are.

Asylum opens the moving sack at his feet and withdraws a cobra from it. He holds it at its head and puts his face
close to it.

Asylum: You're not so bad are you?

He sounds like he's talking to a baby. Or maybe a puppy.

Asylum: No you're not. You're kind of like Sobek. You might look scary, but really you're very fragile. Not dangerous
at all when someone knows how to handle you.

Asylum uses his left hand to pat the snake on the head.

Asylum: Not only do I know how to handle Sobek, but I know how to end him too. Yes I do. Sobek's mission of
salvation is gonna end before it even starts.

Asylum's grip tightens on the snake.

Asylum: I have Sobek right where I want him. In the ring. Once you have someone where you want them all you have
to do is squeeze.

The snake writhes frantically and then goes still. Asylum stands and carries the carcass to a metal storage shelf
against the wall. The shelf already contains a picture of Braxton Carver with a knife buried in it. The picture is surrounded by flowers. Asylum places the dead snake on the shelf beside the Carver picture. He scatters more
flowers around the growing shrine on the shelf.

Asylum: Sobek doesn't realize it yet, but he's already been sacrificed. The RWF did that when they signed this match. I'm just gonna go out there on Saturday night to collect my offering.

There's a brief rap on the door.

Voice: It's time.

Asylum: It's time, Sobek. Or should I say: Time's up, Sobek.

Asylum crosses to the door and opens it. He looks back at the shrine he's created in his makeshift locker room and smiles. Before he closes the door he flips the switch and the lights go out.