The Real Higher Power had just expanded from 6 members to 11 members as of this week. Jacob, their leader had already debut in the XWF and lost to the Next Level Meta. For Jacob and The Real Higher Power it didn't matter if they win or lose it's how they continue causing chaos, mayhem, disorganization, and what ever they felt they needed to do to make their point.

Already they had gotten under the skin of Ghost Tank, Maverick and countless others.

But Jacob's big match this week was against the Dwarf known as Frodo Smackins. He was known as the best trash talker around. So what was the plan for Jacob and The Real Higher Power to deal with Frodo? That was up to them to figure out.

Jacob watches the Dwarfs first promo and was laughing to himself. He grabs a chair and places it down in front of the camera, and takes off his Red Hood, and sits down.

"Dwarf, Dwarf, Dwarf, that is why I picked you to be the leader of the comedic group that should tour the world, with others like Scully and Maverick. Because you all don't know what you are talking about, and your all so full of crap that it's comedic on a bad scale. Bad enough to tour the world. Give up your day job."

Jacob sits forward.

"Let me tell you a bit of a story Dwarf. The Mafia Men came seeking us, because they wanted revenge on you for being in co-hoots with beating up their leader. They tried and failed to make a splash in the XWF, so they knew who the next best thing would be for that. Us. The Real Higher Power. Now once they found us, they no longer had anything to do with us. The Mafia Men are gone. Gone for good."

"They are not a part of The Real Higher Power, nor would we want them to be. You are delusional if you think they are. You are also delusional like so many others if you think we come from New Zealand. We aren't. We are from everywhere and anywhere. We could be Americans, French, English, Mexican, Japanese, Chinese, Romanian, and so on. We know all, We see all, We Hear all, we are all."

Jacob sits backwards.

"You don't need to worry about your precious little Dwarf Love of the Mafia Men because they are well and truly gone. Let me give you a little bit of warning Dwarf. You may win on Wednesday, you may take me out with your match stipulation, and that's so good for you, but that doesn't frighten me one bit, I will fall on my sword. You will release your so called sperm and what ever, but I will release something more telling once I fall. That's not a threat it's my word."

Jacob sits back awaiting another Dwarf promo.