Finally I get my first win albeit teaming with someone in a tag match, and I must admit even though I really shouldn't..... but I'm not proud of my overall efforts in that first round. I felt I let myself down.

But with The Big Shanks pulling out all the stops and going from 'you shouldn't count on me' to actually providing some quality promo work, I rode into the 2nd Round on that.

Something I wasn't happy about. But let's face it. Luca and Tommy Wish weren't that formidable but if they had been we would certainly not be in Round 2. So that's on me.

As it turns out The Big Shanks will get his chance for revenge when he goes against me in Round 2. But I'm here to pull out all the stops I possibly could.

At least I can say I have my first win now. Whereas my stablemate Miss Childs received her first loss when she lost to Centurion. But hey that's her problem.

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WEDNESDAY NIGHT WARFARE

VS JIM JIMSON

Sometime in the very near future Centurion will become my issue but in order to do that I need to focus on Jim Jimson because the winner of that match will face Centurion at Lethal Lottery for his title.

I could be in two matches. The final of the Lethal Lottery Tournament and the Hart title match, but in order to do that I need to focus better. And be much better than I have been.

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We had gone from Oregon, to Miami to drop Melanie off back at Misfits Gymnasium, and then we were on our way to Wales, Britain, to particpate on Wednesday Night Warfare.

My boss, Antony The Jerk was sitting across from me, he was tapping away on his laptop apparently writing up a report on how both Melanie and I went on Savage.

"Do you need to ask a question Mr Von Bonn?" asked Antony without looking up.

"No, sir," I replied

"I don't believe you, hurry up and ask!"

I shook my head. Mr Jerk was good at reading people. He knew when I had something on my mind and I wasn't talking. "I won my first match, but on Savage instead of Warfare."

"Yes you did, but as part of a tag team though. Your partner got you through."

Brutally honest was Mr The Jerk. That's why I'm glad he's my manager. He knows my flaws and help me to work on them.

"And you are hoping if I was happy with you winning that match?"

I nodded, even though I knew what was coming. Mr The Jerk placed his laptop beside him, and sat forward looking at me.

"I think we both know that you did not put your heart and soul going into that match, that you not only let Mr Shanks down even though I don't care about him, but you also let yourself down. And not only that, because I know how capable that you could be, you let me down too."

"I understand,"

"Do you? Do you really understand?

"Yes I really do,"

"Then explain to me what you are going to do to sort your shit out, because Mr Von Bonn, we can't afford you to keep on going half-assed because The Misfits don't do that!"

Again more brutal honesty. I sat there staring at my boss which reminded of the tough times after my father was killed, my brother Jacques and I were taken to East Germany, even though it was now Germany, and my mother was forced to use her Trucking Company that she successfully built up with Dad, to work with a gang.

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FROM MID 2003 TO 2005

HANOVER, GERMANY
EASTERN GERMANY

To put pressure on Mum to do her job as main Transport provider, the bald headed man who was named Randolph, sent my brother and myself into the Eastern side of Germany to his gang headquarters in Hanover, Germany.

Mum was told that if she wanted to keep us alive then she would transport whatever Randolph needed to be transported. Also if she was ever to go to the authorities then we wiuld be killed instantly. So her fear was quite high.

The same conversation was given to us, well me really, as Jacques had joined this gang. But if I was ever to contact the authorities then my mother would be killed.

She was given constant updates on how I was doing so she could focus on her job.

As for me I was taken into the seedy underbelly of what was former East German. In my first couple of weeks Hans took it upon himself to beat me into submission to stop me even thinking about contemplating going to the authorities.

Hans was Randolph's nephew who took me out while I was trying to get to Mum and Dad to free them.

The beatings worked because never once did I go near police. I did run away once to try and get back to Mum, but I was caught and given a really hard beating, this time by my very own brother, that beating worked because I never attempted that again.

My mindset changed but only because I needed to survive. I decided that I would bide my time and build enough strength to eventually go against Hans, Jacques and maybe Randolph.

Over the 2 years that I spent in Hanover, we were taught how to break into homes when their owners left for holidays, get in, steal what we needed and get out before anyone suspected anything.

We also roamed the streets in groups of 4, and would often come up against other gangs but these guys were less experienced, and so the gang I was in, known as Randolphers, were well known and feared. I would often be the look out, while the other acted as the tough men.

This saved me from fighting.

What they weren't aware from 8.30 p.m. onwards we were left on our own in our rooms. For the first few months, I didn't try to sneak out, I just didn't want to cause suspicion.

For the first month they checked up on me every night, and then it was at least every 3 days. And then they stopped after that. I must have convinced them that I wasn't a threat to runaway.

And then I decided to risk a bashing and I took off for a few hours. During the previous month I discovered a Wrestling night class on the far side of Hanover, that no one would touch.

So I went along and joined. Those who joined this club received anonymity because everyone wanted to be there to escape the pressures of living in Eastern Germany. 90 percent of them were young boys my age who stayed off the streets during the day so they could'nt get picked on by gangs or be forced to join them. They came out at night to learn how to protect themselves.

At least 3 others were from 3 different gangs on the outskirts of Hanover, and they only wanted to be there to get away from the stress like I said.

None of them knew who I was at first, but as time went by I started discussing that in order to escape Hanover, I needes their help.

At first they didn't ask questions, they only agreed to set up a plan of attack.

But then came the questions:


NOTE: THE FOLLOWING IS TRANSLATED FROM GERMAN TO ENGLISH

'Why are you so hell bent on wanting to leave Hanover?'

'Why do you insist on wanting us to help you sort out issues?'

'Why is it important to you to set up a time limit for wanting to leace Hanover?'

'Who are you scared of?'

'Who are you running away from?'

That last question aroused some suspicions that I was somehow on the run from a major gang, and I heard whispers behind my back that the 3 other gang members were going to ask their respective gangs about me to see what was actually going on.

I decided to finally speak up as the trust with my fellow 'club mates' was starting to waiver. I needed to get the rest of the trust back but I was taking a big risk anyway. I had nothing else left. I had no other way to get out of Hanover.

So just before the end of training, I stood up and pleaded my case. Like everyone in the club we only knew each other by our first names and nothing else.

I stood up and walked to the middle of the room. Everyone sat where they were. It meant someone had the floor and wanted to share.

"Hey everyone. I think it's time I tell you all the reason why I need help to get out of Hanover. Actually it's more than that, I need help to reunite my family."

"My name is Kris Von Bonn," the moment I said it, the 3 gang members obviously heard my name in their respective gangs, because they looked at each other in shock. "And I am a member of the Randolfer gang,"


Now everyone was looking at one another with fear in their eyes. Everyone knew about the Randolfers. They were the most feared gang around in Hanover.

I knew that I had lost their support straight away, but somehow I needed to get it back pretty fast.


To be continued.

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PRESENT DAY
RETURN TO THE MISFITS JET

I blinked and heard Antony's voice again.

"I'll ask again Then explain to me what you are going to do to sort your shit out, because Mr Von Bonn, we can't afford you to keep on going half-assed because The Misfits don't do that!"

My reply was:"By taking out the trash that is Jim Jimson,"

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