Wellington, New Zealand
Mansion of Mastermind

It has been a little over a year and a half since we last saw Mastermind in action within the XWF. As everyone knows he has had his health issues which has kept him away from wrestling anywhere. He has been at home recovering.

For the first year he was just recovering. His doctors told him he wasn't to go anywhere near a gym or participate in any kind of physical activity.

For the first few months of that year, all he could do was sleep, walk around keeping his strength up and be with his wife, Maria and his four kids, two sets of twins, boys and girls. He was constantly told that he was lucky to be alive, after his accident. So to be amongst family was the single most important part of his recovery.

He did not watch any wrestling whatsoever, even when his old XWF wrestling mates tried to call him, he wouldn't take their calls, but just passed along thanks for thinking of him.

So for over a year, he just sat about thinking if he would ever return to Wrestling. Was he done? Is this what retirement looked like? Could he even wrestle again? Was he even allowed to wrestle again?

He kept receiving calls from the Manager of the Misfits, Antony the Jerk, who he had a business dealing with, and was even part of the group, but like he had done with his wrestling 'friends' he refused to speak to Antony. But he kept receiving updates on how the Misfits were going anyway.

Antony had pulled all 3 Misfits out of the XWF, and had sent them to a special training academy where they were training and waiting to return on the orders of Mastermind.


As the anniversary of the year of what happened to him hit, things began to change, within him.

He started walking around the wrestling side of his mansion, walking through the communication room, and staring at his 'Thinking Chair'. He also walked into the victory room, where all the t-shirts of victories were still hanging up.

He even walked through his gym. Staring at the wrestling ring, and the gym equipment, and the television cameras. He did this every day for a week, just contemplating, and then one day, his wife Maria had had enough of his walking around, and sulking. She sat him down.


"What's going on in that beautiful head of yours 'M'?"

"Nothing really,"

"Don't tell me nothing babe, I know there's something going on! Just tell me?"


"I'm getting that itch feeling back!"


"What the one about wanting to wrestle?"

"Yes,"

"Well that's a good thing. It's been a year since you had the brain bleed, and your Doctors have told you not to do anything for a year, but it's good news if you finally got the wrestling bug back,"

"But that's just it,"

"What? I don't understand?"

"It's been a year since I have done anything wrestling wise, what if..... what if.... what if..... I can't do it ever again?"