A very dejected figure is seen sitting in the stadium, hours after Monday Night Madness has ended. The staff have packed up the ring gear, and anything related to the XWF and have moved on.

Mastermind is seen reviewing the match in his head.

He lost his rematch to take back the X-Treme Title from Bobby Zi. He had most of the match wrapped up, but he let it slip.

His Personal Assistant walked up to him, and quietly sat down next to him.

"Sir."

"What?"

"We need to make a move to the airport sir, we have to get you to Perth."

"Why?"

"You know why sir."

Mastermind looked down at where the ring use to be, and shook his head.

"Why don't you tell me why?"

"You have a Fatal Four Way match to compete in, in Perth sir. That's Wednesday, we need to make a move."

Mastermind gets up and kicks the seat in front of him.

"Who the fuck cares? What's the fucking point? No one else cares. The kid Blake Miles doesn't, the Mini Gauntlet Winner Robot Wrestler 1 doesn't, neither does Jonathan Thomas Cross. None of them care about this match, why should I?"

"Because then you can virtually win by default."

"What's the point of that? What is the point of that? Tell me. Then I will have everyone around the XWF pointing to the fact that I won by defautl. That I got the win because they're nobodies. I spent 9 matches losing against somebodies, 9 matches in a row losing. Now I win against nobodies. What's the point?"

Mastermind looks out into the stadium and yells:

"What's the fucking point?"

Mastermind starts breathing really fast, and sits down. His Personal Assistant looked across at him.

"Are you finished?"

Mastermind looked down, and nodded.

"We've got to get you to Perth, because like or not, you need momentum going into next Monday when you face Gator for his Television Title."

"Like I have a chance to win that."

"If you think like that you won't."

Mastermind smiled. Suddenly his cell phone rung. He took it out of his pocket, and looked at the number. His face lit up. He turned to his P.A. and put up 5 minutes. She got up and walked off.

Mastermind opened his cell phone.

"Hey Maria how are you? I'm disappointed naturally.... Yes... Yes... Yes I'm still coming to Perth, but I don't know why I should. The other three members of the Fatal Four way haven't done a promo yet..... Yes I know.... Yes I know about the importance of being in Kansas next Monday too. Of course I'd love to have dinner with you in Perth. I'll see you when I get there... Thanks.... Yes you've helped me with my mood. Okay... Bye."

Mastermind closed his cell phone, and smiled. He looked back down at the area where the ring use to be and got up, and walked off.

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The Jet was on it's way to Perth, Australia for Wednesday Night Warfare. Mastermind turns on the camera.

"I'm going to keep this short and sweet, and brief because you guys haven't said a word. So why should I waste my breath.

"I'm coming to Warfare to destroy you three. Blake Myles you whine about not getting a match, but when you do, you don't show up. Check your emails, that's when you get matches. So Show the fuck up next time. Robot Wrestler 1 you won the Mini Gauntlet, yet you don't show up here. Was that way too much for you to handle, do you think we're beneath you. Well idiot, I'll squash you like a bug, when your beneath me. And Jonathan Thomas Cross. Who the fuck are you? Where the fuck are you? Show yourself? Or don't and get taught a lesson.

"I'm using you four so I pick up some much needed form when I take on Gator next Monday for his belt. Time to stand up and be countered. Because you guys are useless at it so far."

Mastermind turns off the camera.