I made my way out into the fresh air, outside the gym. I took in a few deep breaths of the kinda warm air.

American weather is much different than German weather. And I'm not sure why that would be. I'm no weather expert. I just only know difference.

I was use to German weather of course, living in Bonn, Germany for the best part of 23 years. The last 6 months or so I have been here in Miami, as a new member of the fledgling Misfits organization.

From what I know and from a few bits of information that I have been able to gather, as well as what Melanie has also said, but who can trust her, she acts Crazy most of the time, I've only seen her 'normal' one or two times in special meetings between myself, her and Antony The Jerk who is the apparent face of the Misfits.

Like I said from what I know is that Antony is the face of the organization while there is a mysterious board who contributes to our funding, and, this is a biggie, someone else who is the overall financial backer. What Americans call 'A silent partner'.

This person gave the organization a massive amount of money to start it up. This person also as Antony told me once, hired Antony himself because of the way he conducts himself. As being a real jerk. This makes me think that Antony is the opposite of the 'silent partner' someone who could use his money for big spending but having to be real friendly while doing business.

Antony apparently told Melanie, that maybe one day the 'silent partner' may just introduce himself to everyone, depending on circumstances.

But once again who can really believe what Melanie has to say.

So I'm standing there, sucking in the deep breaths, thinking about the Misfits organization and it's apparent hierarchy, (don't ask me why - probably because of the fresh air) and my mind wanders back to that fateful night when things turned around for not only my family but for me overall....

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My parents were being held captive by this bald headed man, and his men, and some how my older brother, Jacques, was involved.

The bald headed man ordered one of the men who were holding me to go get someone called Hans from outside.

They moment he left was the moment I had control of the other guy who was holding me. I had been learning wrestling. I also saw a hammer laying nearby.

I took my chance, stomped on the mans foot, he let go of me, I dove for the hammer, grabbed it, started swinging it, bringing it up and caught the man in the stomach and then the face and then as he landed backwards on the ground, I jumped on him, and was bring the hammer down on the mans face, when

Woomp

I remember being hit from the side and falling off the guy. By the time I realised I had been side tackled, the hammer went sprawling from my hands, I was on my back and someone was on top of me, puttimg their knee into my stomach.

I could remember feeling winded. I was unable to breath properly and, because of that, I couldn't defend myself. I remember focusing on who was on top of me.

I could see a bald headed boy not much older than me, with scars on his face, smiling back at me.

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

"The name is Hans, you have no chance with me around...

"Whatever," I replied

The bald headed guy walked up to us. He looked down at me.

"You didn't do too badly boy, but meet my nephew, Hans. Now, boy, if I were you, I would stop trying be hero. Do you understand?"

For now, I just nodded. The bald headed guy gave a sign to his nephew, Hans, to let me up, which he did, but he was able to keep a pretty tight grip on me, which I couldn't do anything about, at this stage. I, once again had to bide my time.

Instead Hans forced me to watch as his Uncle walked back up to my father.

"Your youngest son has some fight in him, which is good for him..... but real bad for you. You saw my nephew overpower him. I can order him to do it again but this time more severely which could cause him to be hospitalized."

"I don't think you or your wife would want to see that? I certainly wouldn't if I was in your situation, but I'm not weak like you. So either you accept my deal or face the consequences. What is it to be?"

I saw mum, with her mouth gagged, look at Dad, and nod furiously. Dad looked at me with those steely eyes I was used to seeing from him, and then look at the bald headed man. His business was worth more to him than both of us kids put together. We felt we had always known that.

I knew what was coming. Dad shook his head in defiance. My mother started crying even more.

The bald headed guy looked disgusted. He booted my father in his face and turned back to me and Hans.

"You know what to do, Hans,"

Within milliseconds of saying that, I felt intense pain, as Hans brought my arm in a different direction against my back and he quickly kicked me in my knees to nake me buckle and fall to my knees. Tears came pouring out of my eyes with the immense, unbearable pain that was heading through my body.

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PRESENT DAY

I blinked. My eyes felt wet. My face felt wet. My hands also felt wet.

I looked around. I found myself kneeling in the middle of the training field that was behind the Misfits Gymnasium. It was part if the Misfits organization. We used it from time to time to run what the Americans call 'laps'.

Had I been running 'laps' while going through my past trauma? I don't know. At least I wasn't attacking anyone or anything with my trusty hammer.

I do know I was crying. I never cried. German men are taught never to cry. It was seen as a weakness. Anyway here I wad crying, remembering my trauma.

I could still feel the pain all these years later. But I usually would work the pain by using it for my advantage. One that I was hoping to use in the upcoming Fatal Four Way....

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MISFITS TEMPORARY COMMAND CENTER
SWANSEA, WALES

The XWF camera man is told to go live to the XWF Universe as the latest Misfits promo goes live.

Standing in front of the camera was the Misfit Manager, Antony The Jerk. His 'client' Kris The Hammer Von Bonn, was standibg off to the side, looking at his hammer.

"I'd like to take a moment to personally congratulate live on camera, my other 'client', Melanie Crayzee Childs, on her debut win, on Saturday Night Savagem. She gave a goid, solid showing, and she did what she said she was going to do.... WIN,"

"With that said, I must also say, when I first came to the XWF, I did warn you all that the Misfits are here to change the landscape for the better. My 'client' Miss Childs first up win, certainly proves that to be the case. I just don't speak about it. Things happen and it shows we are on track."

"Now I have every confidence that my other 'client', standing right here, Kris The Hammer Von Bonn, will do his ultimate best to show everyone here that he is more than ready to compete. The Fatal Fourway elimination match is proof enough. But it can be anyones match and knowing Mr Von Bonn, he should be there abouts to grab the win. After all he's up against 3 individuals who are all in it for different reasons than the main prize. They are being truly individualistic."

"But don't take my word for it. Here now is my 'client' Mr Von Bonn,"

Antony stepped to the side. Kris walked in front of the camera, looking steely eyed.

"I don't have any faith in my opponents as like Mr The Jerk said. All three of them have eyes on three different prizes. Let's take Drezdin for instance...

"Drezdin suppose to have his girlfriend in this match, but he's come out talking about past experiences and not actually this match. What a der Trottel."

"Where is your girl Drezdin? Why do you need to talk? Can you even talk? When are you going to actually give up and retire? Or are you all talk and just prolong things which will only to be to your own detriment."

"Moving right along to Mr 'I want XBUX NOW' Thunder Knuckles. He doesn't just want to win, if he does win he'll do what you Amercians call pawning it off. He'll pawn off the chance to face the Hart Champion. Why is that fair?"

"It's not and I'll make damn sure he won't do it either."

"And then there's Peter Gilmour who thinks he already has thos match won by looking ahead to next Warfare, and challenging for the Hart Title. Peter, you der Trottel. Also you are a der Arsch. No one feels you can win least alone me."

"So we have Drezdin, talking about the past.... Thunder Knuckles pawning off his win if he did win, and Gilmour who's looking ahead than staying in the present. What a bunch of der Trottels."

"I'm the one in the present. I'm the one who's got his eye on the prize and not whatever it is but the main prize. I'm the one who is more focused. And I'll tell you guys this. I am the HAMMER and the HAMMER has spoken."

Once again Kris threw his hammer at the camera, and it broke the screen. The feed goes offline as Kris starts laughing.

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