The camera fades in to a small room and it focuses on Mastermind, Antony the Jerk, Kris The Hammer Von Bonn and Melanie 'Crayzee' Childs all standing together with their fists out, connected, fist-bumping one another.

Mastermind then steps forward.

"I warned you Wizard, but you did not heed my warning, and look where it got you. That's too bad. If you continue on as you have been, then your pain will just continue. I'd cease and desist if I were you. Heed my warning this time."

Mastermind steps backward and Kris The Hammer Von Bonn steps forward. He holds up his right hand which has a cast on it.

"You and I Der Dummkopf have a 'date' this coming Warfare. I'll be softening you up for Mastermind come Leap of Faith, you have my word on that. And I should be out of the plaster by then, so it'll be your Glückstag. I'm ready for you Der Dummkopf, but the question is are you ready... for me? For us?"

Kris laughs and steps back. Melanie steps forward.

She takes a minute and continues to look in to the camera,

"I have nothing to say..... to you........ bah humbug."

Melanie smiles at the camera, starts giggling and steps back.

Finally Antony steps forward.

"We are the Misfits and the Misfits are we. We are not BOB or the idiots Chaos and Gilmour, or any other stable. We are unique and we shouldn't be messed with. You should know that well and truly by now Wizard. But oh please completely keep on doing your idiotic way of dealing with Mastermind, because at the end of the day it'll just bring you more pain. In fact, I emplore you to continue."

"The Misfits are your worst nightmare, I hope you can wake yourself up."

Antony steps back and all 4 Misfits stare at the camera until it fades out.

"Yer usin' that Spanish word the wrong way, ya big dummy. Learn British."

"And Buddeh, I'm really starting to not like you. Or your friends. I would have jumped in and saved Whizzder from you but you had to wait until I was asleep after the match like a cowardo! Fucko you-o!"

We cut to a small room. Not too small. Kinda small. Definitely not as small as Mastermind’s room.

“Ahem,” a large, loud voice clears itself. The WIZARD steps into frame. “Mastermind…” he rubs his hands together, “I was wondering when you’d strike. Took you long enough. But, I suppose some brains work slower than others.”

Some scuffling is heard off-camera. The Wizard tries to remain focused, “Uh, yea, but listen here, Mastermind. I see you have friends. Well, that’s great...guess what...I have friends too. Legit friends who are TOUGH and won’t back down from a fight. Allow me to introduce them…”

The Wizard waves for someone to step forward. Nothing happens. He grows impatient, waving harder and faster. Finally, a man walks into view.

“I’d like you to meet Tony the Tug…”



“But my name’s Barry!”

Chuckling nervously, the Wizard places an arm around Tony or Barry or whatever, “Haha, c’mon, Tony! You tell them!” Tony is confused. The Wizard tries to relay some info, but it isn’t working.

“Nevermind that, Mastermind. Tony will have plenty to say when the time is right. But, you thought Tony was tough? Well, you haven’t met our wild and psychotic german...Gunter the Gavel. Gunter, get on over here.”



A man who might be mildly steps into view.

“Tell em how it is, Gunter!”

Gunter just smiles at the camera.

“Uhh, yea, well, like Tony, Gunter will let his fists do the talking...in time.”

The Wizard shoves Gunter to the side. He rubs his hands together, “Oh, you thought that was it? Oh no, Mastermind, that’s not it...not by a long shot. I’d like to introduce you to the final member of our group...the baddest bitch this side of the Mississippi. Yes, I’m talking about...Deranged...DELORES!”



To The Wizard’s credit, this woman looks like she could be deranged. She steps into view. She eyes the camera, tilts her head, steps forward...bitch is about to UNLEASH. Only, The Wizard stops her, pulling her back with the others.

“Delores doesn’t have anything to say.”

The Wizard paces, pounding his right fist into his hand. “Mastermind, whatever you throw at me you can be sure I’ll match. Your band of misfits...that creative, creative, unlike any other name in the history of pro wrestling stable moniker...well, you guys stay vigilant. Because this group...this group right here…”

The Wizard tries to gather Gunter, Delores, and Tony together. But they all seem rather confused. Eventually, it works.

“Is ready, willing, and able to take whatever you throw at us and slam it right back into your face! Isn’t that right, guys?!”

Awkward pause. The Wizard extends his fist. Awkward pause. “C’mon, guys,” he whispers, “remember what I said, we all put our fists in the middle.” Awkward pause. “You’re embarrassing me.” Awkward pause. “You won’t get paid if you don’t do this.”

All three fists meet The Wizard’s in a late, but triumphant fist bump. The fists linger. Tony extends his index finger, tickling The Wizard’s fist. “Hehe,” Tony laughs. The Wizard slaps his hand away.

“Dang it, Tony! You ruined it!”

“Name’s Barry!”

Tony/Barry walks off. The other two follow.

The Wizard shakes his head, disappointed. Mof walks up, “Alright, I’m gonna return them to the homeless shelter.”

“Was that any good?”

“I mean, depends on what you were going for.”

“It felt a bit off. I think my delivery needed more,” The Wizard thrusts his hips forward, emphasizing ‘oomph’.

Mof backs away, “Uh, yea, I don’t think it needed any of that.”

The Wizard looks right at us. “Ed...is that thing still rolling?”

Mof, “Oh shit!”

The two men lunge forward, ending the feed.

Hit him with the countdown, M! Let him know how many days he's got left!

Someone inside the FBI has leaked a screenshot of Mastermind's computer.