After the match Said:the lights goes out in the arena. Then the lights suddenly comes back on, and the whole arena is in green lights, with smokes fuming in the ring. Mastermind then looks around the ring confused, as someone voice was booming on the X-Tron.

After the match Said:???:"I HaVeD ArrIved!"


As the words kept booming in the X-Tron, Mastermind looks around to see if anyone is trying to attack him. But then, a familiar face comes onto the screen from someone's past...

Heather: "Wait a minute is that..."

Pip: "Oh yeah it is, ITS CULTY JAMES!"

CULTY JAMES INTERUPTION Said:CULTY JAMES: Hello to all of my fans within Germany, I have managed to make a return back on the scene within this dreadful company. Ever since I was fired from this place, it had me thinking of a new plan within this current year. Maybe, I might manage someone to the Universal Championship... or maybe not. I don't even care about what they want to do, so long they are able to dish out pain in that ring.

Then the fans are giving mix jeers as Culty smiles with his devilish grin.

CULTY JAMES: You see people, you all known a guy who gone by Tommy Wish. The same guy who ended up getting buried in the snow somewhere a year ago, a man who ended up going to jail on beating up on a minor in London. He might have been the MVF of Warfare, or whatever it was.. but that wasn't who he truly could be. I have seen him at his highs and lows, even though he removed me from his path to pain and misery... i always had respect for him. I always knew deep down inside, he's a FREAK among the beautiful people in this world. A man, who knows what he wants, and gets what he wants.

Heather: "Wait, is this man saying something about Tommy?"

Pip: "Yeah, it's getting kinda lame... in fact, you know where he is Culty?"

CULTY JAMES: But now, here is the case.... if you seen his promos, he's hinted on this present he dubbed the fReAk. It was in his memos, in his thoughts, and even in his odd transitions in his promos he did, that you fans had witness prior. Tommy is not here anymore in XWF, now... he's going to become what manifested in his sick, depraved, and twisted mindset that he warned you ALL about. Now, looks like he's going to come out and play....oh FREAK!

The arena lights start to flicker and comes back to normal, and this time Mastermind turns around to see a man in a Fiend like mask with jean shorts, black t shirt and he punches Mastermind in the face. Then he locks him into an STO position, and hits a KISSING THE FREAK on MASTERMIND. Then the fans starts to boo at The Freak, who sits up like the undertaker, and he stands on his feet.

Heather: "What is going on here tonight?... Did Tommy manifest into the Freak?"

PAUL HEYMAN INTERUPTION Said:Suddenly the lights go out again and the crowd roars with anticipation. Several seconds later, the lights come on as the bass drops for Thaddeus Duke's entrance theme.



HHL: Clearly, its time to hear from the Lionheart, Pip!

PIP: Earlier tonight, Paul Heyman said his client, who is apparently Duke, isn't in a particularly good mood.

HHL: He's had a rough August for sure.


OKAY!


Mastermind looks on toward the stage as the arena is filled with gold colored lighting. Thaddeus Duke still not in sight.

Paul Heyman interuption Said:GET UP OFF YOUR KNEES BOY!


Not Thaddeus Duke, but Paul Heyman emerges from backstage flanked by four Riot Cops to a mixed chorus of a reaction from the XWF faithful. More cheers than boos because as they say: absence makes the heart grow fonder. Heyman heads down the ramp toward the ring and stops at the bottom. He mouths something to the riot cops in his employ and they stand at the bottom of the ramp. Paul then turns to the ring steps and walks up and into the ring.


Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Paul Heyman!


The Munich crowd cheers a little louder.


Relax, Mastermind, those guys are here only for my protection. Nothing more. Now, I didn't want to interrupt your match because my client knows how it feels to have his matches interrupted and he doesn't like it. So out of the kindness of his heart, he instructed me to wait until after your match was through. He wants you here though because this has a lot to do with you.


PIP: Why would Thaddeus Duke have any kind of beef with Mastermind?

HHL: I think I know.


First of all, allow me to explain to you just why I'm here. You see, many years ago there was this listing little ship taking on water and very close to going under. Let's call it the S.S. Madness.


HHL: Paul Heyman, whatever you think of him, is revered in the Xtreme Wrestling Federation for his time as the General Manager of Monday Night Madness!


Now who did Shane call to right that ship? Who was it that thought to himself if anyone could save that sinking little shit show of a ship, it was this guy. That was Paul Heyman. Me. He called me to right the ship and that's what I did... because I can.

Tonight isn't about me and it's not about Madness but I have a track record of fixing broken things so here I am all these years later and the S.S. Lionheart is listing and taking on water.

So who does he call?

That's right.

Paul.

Fucking.

Heyman.


Mastermind mouths the words: "What's your point?"

Paul Heyman continues Said:

My point?

Mastermind the point is, that while Thaddeus Duke isn't broken, he is extremely pissed off right now. You've been around a long time. Almost as long as I have and have you ever seen anything more destructive than a pissed off Duke? In the years I have been in or around this company there have been few forces in the wrestling world as destructive as a pissed off Duke and here's the thing: Mastermind, you've never seen a pissed off Thaddeus Duke. The world hasn't seen a pissed off Thaddeus Duke.

That's why I'm here.

I'm here to harness all of his frustrations and all of his anger to pinpoint laser focus and Mastermind, you're on his list."

The Attack Said:HHL: Oh man!

PIP: Mastermind has no idea!


It's time to get Thaddeus Duke back on track. It's time to harness the destructive power of that vitriolic Duke blood and Mastermind... You're first.


Heyman backpedals toward the corner as ..... CRACK!


Thaddeus Duke hits Mastermind across the back with the chair. Mastermind staggers forward from the blow and turns around slowly, his back aching from the blow.


SNAP!

THE ATTACK CONTINUES Said:HHL: Better Than You from Thaddeus Duke!


Duke hits the superkick on Mastermind and he's about out. Thaddeus Duke stands over Mastermind staring down at him. With the chair still in hand, he kneels, using as a sort of crutch to lean on as he shouts: Stay awake! You are going to remember this day! Thad then slaps the shit out Mastermind forcing him back to some semblance of consciousness. Duke stands up again and stabs the chairs edge into Mastermind's right elbow, then his shoulder. Then his left shoulder and elbow. He then moves onto his left knee and Mastermind writhes in pain, rolling over.

AGAIN! Heyman shouts with a sadistic smile on his face as his client stabs the chairs edge into Mastermind's left ankle.

HARDER, THADDEUS! Paul instructs him as Thaddeus stabs Mastermind's right ankle with the chairs edge. This time, dropping to his knees with his body weight on the chair and Mastermind yells out.

CUFFS! Heyman yells out to his riot squad. One tosses a pair of handcuffs to Heyman who hands them to his client. Thaddeus takes the cuffs and Mastermind, know on all fours and trying to clutch his ailing ankle, is trying to get to his feet. Thad straddles Mastermind's back as he cuffs Mastermind's wrists together behind his back.

GO GET THE CHAIR! Paul shouts to his riot squad and they leave the ringside area toward the back.

THE ATTACK WORSENS Said:Back in the ring, Mastermind, his hands cuffed behind him limps to his feet only for Thaddeus to ring his skull with the chair. Mastermind falls to his back but rolls over and is trying to get up again but only makes it to his knees as Thaddeus unleashes a vicious chair shot to his skull that would make Babe Ruth blush. Mastermind lies on the mat fading in and out of consciousness as Paul Heyman's riot squad re-emerges from backstage with a large wooden chair. Thaddeus Duke's Illuminatus throne. Made of a shiny mahogany with plush crimson cushions, lion heads carved into the knobs at the edge of the arm rests.

In the ring, Thad places Mastermind's right ankle between the seat and back of the bent up steel chair then climbs to the middle rope. He takes a seat on the top turnbuckle as Heyman's riot squad maneuver his throne into the ring and set it down. Thad looks around at the crowd. Many are in shock over his actions. Most cheer on in approval. He then stands and leaps off the middle rope, his feet landing on the legs of the chair, snapping it shut on Mastermind's ankle. Mastermind writhes in pain for a few seconds before passing out of consciousness.

Thaddeus Duke steps over Mastermind's body and sits his throne as the lights go out. Only a golden colored spotlight is lit as it lights up he and his throne. Paul hands him the mic.

Do I have your attention now? he asks as he looks around the darkened arena. A lot of cheers, a few boos. See, I have a thinking chair too. I just don't really show it to people often because... well... being a King is too fuckin' serious.

Hey Squirt, he nudges Mastermind with his foot. I respect you for taking this beating like a man. I respect you because no matter how much you lose, you're still Mastermind. You believe in yourself no matter what.

I can relate.

For all the good and bad that has come my way in this industry, I've never lost belief in myself and my ability. Never. Not once. Not even now, so if you're thinking that I've changed because I've called upon Paul Heyman to give me a little guidance or because I've really fucked up Mastermind's night, you'd be wrong. Granted, it's an easy mistake to make, but here's the thing: I was always capable of this and I'm capable of so much more.

I went easy on him.

I suppose I owe those of you booing some kind of explanation for what exactly is going on right now. See, I've never been afraid to own up to my failures. At times I wear my losses like a badge of honor. Yeah I lost, but fuck that was a great match and I almost had him. What's pissing me off these days isn't the string of losses I've had through August. It's the fact that while I own my losses like a fucking man, something or someone in this company doesn't want me to own my successes.

That's where you come in, Squirt.

THE LAST OF THE ATTACK Said:At Leap of Faith, you stuck your nose in my business and aided me in defeating Thunder Knuckles for the Television title. I didn't need your help. I didn't want your help. I didn't ask for your help. Thunder Knuckles deserved to go out as the fighting champion he was, and not because some undersized never-was, filled with jealousy and fear might knock him from his perch as the second longest-reigning TV champ.

Makes sense right?

He interferes to avoid falling to third because second means.... absolutely fucking nothing.

It wasn't the first time though. You interfered when I beat Big D to become the TV champ the first time and I pretty much let that go. I might have kicked you in the face or something but its been awhile and I don't actually remember.

See, people do this shit because I'm a nice guy. I have a good heart and love my people, my fans... that hasn't changed. What it does is illegitimize my successes. I own my failures but my successes are always because this that or the other thing and I'm fed the fuck up with it. I do not accept outside interference help. I will win or lose on my own so let this be a shot across the bow to those watching in the back. You fuck with the outcomes of my matches, and I will come after you.

Maybe not right away.

I like to choose my spots, right Squirt?

All this shit does is make people think I am somehow 'less than' despite winning this title or that title, this match or that match. It gives this perception that I am less than what I really am and that's nothing short of the absolute fucking best in this ring. On this roster. In this entire company.

Relentless.

That's what you're seeing right now.

You're seeing Thaddeus Duke in relentless pursuit of redemption for a shitty August and relentless pursuit of righting wrongs done to me by, I don't know. The powers that be? People like Mastermind thinking he can interfere in my business and I'll let it go? I'm all the way over the bullshit so here's what's going to happen, Mastermind.

Consider this a formal challenge for Relentless.

Thad looks over at a grinning Paul Heyman, who nods once. Thad looks back at the camera trained on him.

Inside Paul Heyman's House of Horrors. You're gonna find out just how mean and nasty and vicious the good guy, the nice guy, the kind hearted Thaddeus Duke can be.

Duke spikes the mic on the mat and stands from his throne. He exits the ring with Paul Heyman as Warfare cuts to commercial.

"Congrats-a-fuckin-lation.. Both of you are fucked in the head to let this continue. I told him that personally. He know's my feeling. You know he wants to retaliate for the way you attacked him last Warfare. It was embarrassing, it was bordering on mental . You took him to cleaners and then some. You almost fucking killed him you son of a bitch. You have no idea what happened after what you did do you fuckhead? Not that you want to care. Not that you will own up to wanting to care. But I'm going to tell you, you sick cunt. His injuries were so severe that he had to be sedated, that he had to placed in an induced coma so he could heal. Well fucking done, you nimrod, you fucking sick loser. Well fucking done."

"My husband likes to come home in the weeks leading up to a PPV and spend time first with his family. That's me and his four kids. But you fucking don't care do you Thaddeus? You had a worse childhood of your own, and you made things bad for your own kid, so you have to make other people feel the same way. My husband has spent the last week coming back from near death. He has not even seen his kids because of the way he looks, and you want to know the one thing on his mind?"

"Payback..... Relentless...... Paul Stinking Heyman..... And you.... Well that's four things, but you get what I mean. Not why can't his children see him? Not how are they, but you, So here it goes again the circle of fucking dipshit payback. You want it to end? He wants to it? No.... you both want to continue.... You know he can't stop by letting you get away for this attack even after Relentless you son of a bitch."

"You call yourself a face, because your fans think of you as a face. No face, in their right mind, would ever do that kind of an attack to someone else. NOONE. Heyman the fat egg wants you to join the dark side. Guess what Thad. You already gone to the dark side ages ago. You were never a face. You were always a heel. Well it's confirmed. You are a sick bastard. You are sick cunt. And you are a fucking loser son of a bitch."