5.30 a.m. every morning is the time I arrive at the Misfit's gym. They are my employers ever since Antony signed me from when he found me in Bonn, Germany.

I have been training for the last 12 months to have an opportunity to represent Antony and the Misfists organization. I have only sever seen Antony, who represents the mysterious board holders of the Misfits.

But that wasn't my place to pry. They pay me well for my training.

So like I said I arrived at the Misfits Gymnasium, where I found a note in my locker from Antony that he wanted to see me, as soon as I got in.

So I made my way to his office. It was very weird of him to be in at this time, as he usually got in around 8 to check up on all his 'clients' as he liked to call us.

On my way to his office, I passed Melanie Crayzee Child's so called 'office'. That chick was weird and very scary as she usually went with her 'crazy' persona at all times. Her lights were on which meant she was in.

There was talk around the gym that when she was in her office she was doing 'questionable' things. I've never been in there nor do I ever want to be, I don't find her attractive.

But yet she was chosen as well to represent the Misfits so she must be doing something right.

I finally got to Antony's door, and knocked.

"Enter"

I made my way into the office. Antony was staring at his lap top.

"You wanted to see me, Mr Antony?"

"Good you're here. Have a seat,"

Never one for pleasantries was Antony the Jerk. I had gotten use to his style. I pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Good news Mr Von Bonn, your debut match on the next Warfare has finally been announced,"

"That is good news,"

"You've been placed in a Fatal Four Way elimination Number 1 contenders match for an early shot at the Hart Champion. Your opponents are: Peter Gilmour, Thunder Knuckles and a weird one in Drezdin's unnamed girlfriend."

"So I've been doing a lot of studying of the XWF, and what they like to do during the lead up to each match is talk about their past and how they got to where they are today. For some reason the fans enjoy that."

"Now I know you personally hate your past having helped you from it, but I need for you to spend the next few hours reflecting on your past. This will help you with closure, I'm sure."

I couldn't believe my ears. What sort of place makes it big off of people revealing their past. For some it's uneasy.

"I have no choice?"

"No you don't. I'm sorry but you need to suck it up, and get on with it. I'll be around once you started."

Again, that was Antony at his abrupt best. Straight and to the point. But I knew he cared, but he couldn't show it. I got up and made my way to the door. I looked back.

"Does Melanie have to look back into her past for ratings?"

"Yes, yes she does

At least that was something to look forward to. I left the office. I walked to the center of the gym and stopped. I looked around. I had to find where I was the most angriest.

I spotted the punching bags. I made my way over taking off my jersey, and tracksuit pants to reveal shorts. I got one of the trainers, who was hanging around, to help put on my boxing gloves and he did. He asked if I wanted someone to hold the big. I shook my head.

I got in position and took up my stance. I looked at the boxing bag, and breathed in about five or six deep breaths. I then began to focus and take myself back to Bonn, Germany.

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4 years before I was born, the most infamous day in German history after Adolf Hitler, was the fall of the famous Berlin Wall.

You have to understand, Bonn was the capital city of West Germany, while Berlin was East Germany's capital.

The days after the fall of the Berlin Wall, undesirables came flooding out of East Germany into the West. Half of them headed to Bonn to set up shop so to speak.

Now my parents had set up their own little Truck Driving Business, which started out small but by the time I was born, it was a well known company throughout Western Germany.

Little did we know that some Gang associations were keeping an eye on my parent's thriving little business and was waiting for the perfect time to 'strike'.

10TH MAY 2003 - 7 1/2 YEARS OLD

I first started Wrestling classes when I was 5 years old. My parents who were very busy workers felt I needed it. So I joined up with 3 of my friends.

My older brother Jacques had tried the classes but it wasn't him. But I loved it. There were only two of us. Jacques was 4 years okder than me, and lately because of our parents working alot, he was starting to get into a lot of trouble.

I had just finished Wrestling training, and was dropped off outside my place by my friend's father. He drove off.

It was then that I noticed that there were a few more cars than usual on our grounds. Considering it was 9 p.m. that was unusual.

I began to think it may have been my brother's doing, but all that changed when I walked through the front door, and saw the horrible scene.

My mother and father were tied up in our Wohnzimmer (lounge). Both had been badly beaten. My brother Jacques was standing between two men being held in place. He looked as if he had been beaten too but not severely.

Note: The next part I have translated into English as no would understand German.

"Hey let my parents go, you can't do this!"

A much older bald headed man spoke: "Who is this kid?"

Surprising me my brother Jacques spoke "He's my younger brother Kris."

"Interesting Jacques, you never told me you had a brother. Now that changes things."

I tried to get to my parents but I was grabbed by two other men who appeared from out of my eyeline range.

"Hey let me go, you have no right to do this. Jacques what have you done?"

"Shut him up now."

One of the two men holding me placed a rag in my mouth. I tried struggling but they kept hold of me tight. I watched as the bald headed guy walked straight up to my father.

"As you can now see Von Bonn, things gave now changed. Either you accept my deal or I maybe forced to do something drastic."

Without even looking at me, my father shook his head. He then received a whack from the bald guy. The bald guy turned to my brother.

"How old is your brother?"

"Nearly 8."

The bald guy looked at one of the men who was holding me.

"Go get Hans, he's in the car!"

The guy nodded, and left me being held by the other guy. Worse mistake on their part. I spied a hammer lying on the floor. I saw Jacques looking at me, looking at the hammer, and he was about to his big fat mouth when I decided to make the first move. Quickly.

I stomped on the foot of the guy holding me, he let me go in pain. I swooped down and picked up the hammer, and in one huge circular windmill motion I brought the hammer upwards, catching my captive flush in the nose, and he went stumbling backwards.

I followed that move up with throwing the hammer into his guts, and followed that up with a knee to the guts. I tackled him as he bent over and went sprawling to the floor. I landed on top of him. His face was covered in blood, as I regain and regripped the hammer.

I moved it up in the air and was ready to bring it straight down when all I heard was first my brother's voice:

"Kris no..... Kris stop..... Stop Kris stop."

I do remember bringing the Hammer down before the next thing I heard was someone else's voice:

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PRESENT DAY

"MR VON BONN!!!!" I I heard someone yell. It sounded like Antony.

"KRIS..... YOU NEED TO HONE IN ON MY VOICE. KRIS LISTEN TO ME. FOCUS..... BRING YOURSELF BACK......"

I felt like I was hitting something, because I could naturally feel my trusty hammer in my hands. I could hear Antony's voice still so I decided to slow whatever I was doing down.

"KRIS VON BONN, LISTEN TO ME.... IT'S ANTONY YOUR BOSS.... HONE IN ON MY VOICE....

I continued to focus on Antony's voice. Next thing I was feeling that I was breathing really hard out.

"MR VON BONN.... HEAR MY VOICE.... BRING YOURSELF BACK TO THIS TIME..... YOU ARE FINE..... YOU ARE SAFE......"

....

I was starting to see a wall in front of me, and I felt I was still breathing really hard.

"MR VON BONN!!!!! I heard Antony boom one last time

This made me jump, I then looked in front of me, and saw that I was indeed standing in front of a wall.

What I saw was quite shocking, as I saw the hammer in my hand. I had completely attacked the wall with it, and had almost half destroyed it.


I then looked at the hammer in my hand. Something made me want to turn aroubd, so I did and saw Antony.

"Um, what the hell happened?" I can remember asking feeling stupid

"You took yourself back too far, to somewhere which caused you to stress out," stated Antony now calmly, himself. "It's fine go take a shower and give yourself some time to relax, and then come see me. I'll sort the wall out.... Everyone else back to what you were all doing.... Nothing to see here,"

I looked around the gym. I had naturally become the center of attention. Everyone quickly moved out away from my area.

Antony turned and headed back to his office as if nothing at all had happened in the last couple of minutes, leaving poor me standing where I was, feeling really ashamed. And then I saw Melanie staring at me, staring back at her.

"What the hell are you looking at?" I asked

"Oh nothing," she said smiling back at me "And they say I'm the crayzee one...."

She starts laughing, before turning around and heading into her own 'office'.

I take another deep breath and head out of the gymnasium for some quality fresh air.

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The XWF promo site goes live to the Misfits Gymnasium in Miami, Florida to their promo room, where Kris The Hammer Von Bonn, and his Manager Antony The Jerk, have set themselves up waiting for their first opportunity to make a promo. It would be Kris's first.

The XWF camera man who was hired to help run the promos, sending it live to the XWF network, gave them the go ahead to speak.

Antony looks like he is set to go first.

"Next week, my 'client' Kris The Hammer Von Bonn will be making his debut on Wednesday Night Warfare just before he is due to compete in the Lethal Lottery Pre Tournament. Let's not get me started on his first round opponent. I'll save that for another time."

"So back to next week. The powers that be, decided to put my 'client' in a number 1 contender's match for the Hart title. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, but one would think, he would need to prove himself before getting a shot like that."

"Again don't get me wrong, I know my 'client'. He'll be ready anytime to go after a title, but here's the thing. If he won match after match in his early weeks on Warfare, then yes he will totally be ready for a title shot. I can just see that WHEN he wins the number one contender's match next week, a lot of doomsayers will come out of the woodwork and say he never deserves a title shot because he hasn't proven himself yet."

"They can shut their mouths, but the issue will be on them not my 'client's' issue. For whatever reason management put him in a contender's match it's on them. Again not my 'client's' issue. This sort of dirty politics pisses me off,"

Antony seemed to breath in and out. Kris was waiting for his chance to speak.

"Back to the match itself. It's a fatal four way elimination match. The participants include my 'client' of course, Peter Gilmour, Thunder Knuckles who is another newb, and Drezdin's so far unnamed girlfriend."

"All three of them are der Trottel's," interjected Kris The Hammer Von Bonn, from where he was standing, with his arms folded.

"Mr Von Bonn, it's your chance to explain to the uninitiated, what does that word mean in English. For those opponents of yours, who are or who will be too lazy to find it out for themselves?"

"In German, der Trottel means 'idiot', or my favorite 'Village Idiot,'

"Lovely," smiled Antony "Peter, Thunder Knuckles, the unnamed girlfriend of loser Drezdin, my 'client' just called you idiots, like the idiots that you are and deserve to be."

"Let me guarantee you all this: management put my 'client' in this match, he has an equal opportunity to win this match. He WILL win this match, and there's not a hell of a lot that you can do to stop him going on to become the number contender for the Hart title. I said it, so listen to what I say, because I mean what I say. Now it's time for my 'client' Kris The Hammer Von Bonn to have his say."

Antony moved to the side, as Kris walked forward. He had his Hammer showing in his hand.

"Let's start with the weakest of my opponents. Drezdin. Why oh why did you put your girlfriend up. Not just because of this match, but because of any type of match?"

"You can say whatever comes out your der Arsch. The fact that you are even putting your so called girlfriend in this match makes you a down right der Esel. Because take it from me, she will be the first to be Eliminated. I'll make sure of it."

Kris can be seen banging the hammer head into his fist.

"Next up is waste of space Thunder Knuckles. All this der Trottel ever thinke about is Money. Getting paid to turn up to matches, getting paid to do stupid things, and just focusing on wanting is this der Trottel's m.o."

"Thunder Knuckles you sound like a broken person who spends, spends, spends. I'll show you the value of money come next Wednesday because I will be the one advancing to the big dance to face the Hart champion."

"You may spew a lot of words between now and then, but when it comes down to it, you have no hope. No hope der Trottel should be your name from now on, not Thunder Knuckles."

Kris looks at the camera and lifts up his hammer.

"Last up is Mr Extreme himself, the der Trottels of all der Trottels, Peter Gilmour."

"Peter, Peter, Peter, your lust of accomplishments reads like a who who of title winners. Multiple time x-treme champion is your biggest accomplishment of them all. But the question has to be, apart from winning tag team titles last year, when was the last time you actually won the x-treme championship?"

"I'm no slacker, I'm not lazy. I do know my information. The last time you actually won the xtreme title was..... drum roll please...."

Antony provided the drum roll sound effects.

"16th November 2013. That's almost 6 years ago Peter. You can't call yourself the King of X-treme anymore Peter. I can call you the king of der Esels. That means Jackass, Peter. You are the king of Jackasses. 6 whole years nearly without the xtreme title for the so called king of xtreme."

"That's why after Drezdin's girlfriend is eliminated, and then closely followed by money hungry Thunder Knuckles, I will leave you for last because I WILL show you who is the new KING OF XTREME and that person IS ME."

"I WILL become the number one contender on my debut match on WEDNESDAY NIGHT WARFARE and then I will become The HART CHAMPION within weeks. There will be nothing that you der ESEL's can do to stop me. I am The Hammer and the Hammer has spoken,"

Kris threw his hammer at the camera, and it hitthe camera right in the middle of the viewing lens making it crack a mile long, and the camera goes off air instantly.

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