Asylum has escaped!

The custodian whistles as he pushes his cart up the spotless looking white hallway lined with doors. His Shady Acres painters cap is pulled low on his head, his shoulders are hunched
as he leans his weight into the cart, his head looking down so as to avoid eye contact with the various doctors and administrators who occasionally roam the halls. He scans his badge
as he approaches the door that separates the wing he'd been cleaning from the main building.

Security Guard: Hi, Stu!

Stu raises a hand in acknowledgement, but doesn't look up. He simply continues to push and whistle. He passes a few official looking people including an older, balding, bespectacled man.

Woman: And this way is where we keep some of our more dangerous residents including the man you're here about, Dr. Seville. A man they refer to, I believe, as Asylum.

The group continues on their journey.

Stu passes through another door with the swipe of the badge and makes his way to the utility closet where he parks the cart and then turns around, finally looking into the camera. Stu is revealed to be none other than the masked maniac, Asylum. His blue eyes peer out from beneath the bill of the painters cap and his mask does its best to hide his vicious smile.

Asylum: As you can see, Sobek, there is no cage that can hold me. I wouldn't miss the chance to destroy you for anything. As you can imagine I don't have much time before they realize I'm gone so I'll need to be leaving, but I wanted to take a few moments to talk to you.

Asylum opens the door to the closet which leads back out into the hallway. He looks both ways and then, again head down, begins to walk toward a back door which he knows will lead out into an empty alley.

Asylum: Sobek, you may run things in the little land of make believe that you have going on behind that silly Halloween mask, but you're in my world now. So make sure you hail the king next time you see me because that is something I expect from all my subjects including the delusional ones. I've been inflicting massive amounts of pain on people since you were still talking to imaginary friends and poking the family dog with sticks. Obviously some things never change for you because even now you're talking to imaginary friends and have been poking one bad ass mother fucking dog with a very sharp stick. The problem is in that cage on Crackdown you're gonna find out what happens when you continue to make that mistake, Sobek. The answer? You get bit.

Asylum glances back over his shoulder, suspicious even of the silence in the halls.

Asylum: And when I bite, Sobek, I don't stop.

Asylum reaches the nondescript door he'd been seeking. He pushes the door open and waits for a moment. When he hears no alarm he pushes it all the way open and steps into the trash strewn alley. He lets the door close behind him when he sees that the alley is indeed empty.

Asylum: I have to be going if I'm going to be there for our match, which I will be.

The last part is added as if it is a secret between friends.

Asylum: I just wanted to let you know, Sobek, I've been hearing the things you have to say. To be honest though you really should simply make a recording of it. You keep talking and the same words keep coming out of your mouth. Yes, yes, we know. It was preordained that you were going to be a repetitive loudmouth amongst the ranks of the RWF. We get it you will
proclaim your greatness and then will ascend a few rungs of the championship ladder only to fall all the way to the bottom when people realize that you are nothing, but a bag full of hot
air playing dress-up. People like me, Sobek, are the real deal. We win gold and achieve greatness. People like you end up wrestling state fairs for corn dogs and beer.

Asylum begins to move down the alley.

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Woman: So do you have any questions, Dr. Seville?

Dr. Seville: No, I would just like to see my patient. I don't know why I wasn't called to begin with.

Woman: Well, we had everything under control.

She gestures for her goons to unlock and open the door.

Dr. Seville: That's what they all say.

The door opens and what is revealed makes everyone gasp. An orderly is slumped in the corner with a needle stuck into his neck. Another man has blood dripping down from a wound
in his skull and is leaning against the wall.

Woman: My God, it's Stu!

Dr. Seville: Asylum has escaped!

The quartet turn and sprints down the hallway.

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Dr. Seville, flanked by two security guards has followed the directions the witnesses gave and emerged into the alleyway. They look both ways.

Dr. Seville: Where is he?

They continue forward almost tripping over a homeless man who is laying under a blanket of cardboard with a tattered newspaper covering his face.

Dr. Seville: Sorry.

The three men glance both ways as they walk down the alley finally reaching where it emerges onto the street.

Dr. Seville: There's no telling where he could be now.

The three men reenter the institution through the door from which they'd emerged. The homeless man slowly stands, removing the newspaper from his face. Asylum smiles once more.

Asylum: Say your prayers, Sobek. Pray that someone out there wants to save your worthless soul because I'm coming for you and I'm bringing death with me. The cage can't protect you.

He starts to walk down the alley toward the street and look back over his shoulder.

Asylum: Even in your imaginary world I'm the baddest mother fucker around. Don't get in my way.

A peal of laughter echoes throughout the alley. Any one who heard it said that it made their skin crawl and their hair stand on end.