James Mitchell smiled, while he and Abyss looked by all appearance to be on Jarrett's side. As the old saying went, things are not always what they seem. Mitchell laughed as he watched the tape, it was truly breath taking. The beating that both Jarrett and Brown had gotten was truly on his top 20 beat downs from the TNA/NWA era.

Too bad that the two fools had not gotten permanent damage form it. Sadly the only thing they had lost was all memory of it. Sadder still no one had seen fit to tell them just who had done the deed. Jarrett and Brown had no friends, just disgruntled allies and enemies. Mitchell mused about it all, he would have excepted such violent behavior form anyone else.

Than the man who had taken a pipe to the two fools and gone to town. Jeff Hardy had done the job, it was a nice piece of work. For Hardy to have done such brutal and twisted work was a surprise.

It was such a violent, brilliant and bloody attack. Well worthy of someone with the mind of say Raven or Sabu or himself for that matter. Not that of young Jeff Hardy who was more rock starish than blood lustish.

Sure the mulit colored hair thrill seeker would throw his body every which way. Not caring if he was hurt in the process. Mitchell had long suspected that Jeff Hardy had a death wish.

The level of hate and brutality Hardy had shown was intense. There was something inside young Jeff that bore hate on high level. Some very painful past event had logged it's self into Harry's mind.

Just where the young man had picked it up was still up for debate in his mind. This was key, once he understood what had driven Hardy to it. He would be one step closer to gaining incite into the boy's mind. Once he was inside the boy's mind, it would be simply to convert him to his cause.

Mitchell was not going to sit back; and watch the events of the clash over control for TNA quietly. He had plans to come out on top, no matter which side was left standing at the end. Mitchell's year of pain due to Raven had shown him many things. Given him time to reflect upon his mistakes and time to learn just how to over come them.

Mitchell now new where he'd gone wrong with the New Church. Mitchell now knew just what he needed to look for. His time out had shown him that in order to have the control he truly needed to make his super group work. He was going to have to pick out both talented, and brutal men or women.

Mitchell had never been one to decimate against anyone. Women could be just if not more dangerous and dark than men when they had the proper motivation. Yet they would also have to have something that he could use to work with darkness.

Something that was deeply rooted inside them. That would be his edge this time around. Having people who were driven by there hate, driven by there darkness. Honing there hate, using it to destroy all that came into their site.

Emotional pain, hurt, lose, angry, could all be useful to him. However he would need understanding of it. With that would come wins, power, gold, money. Destruction on levels that had not been seen since the early New Church.

Slash, Brian Lee, Belladonna and the rest of his followers. Had all looked so promising at one time. In hind site Mitchell realized that now that Slash was too raw. Lee had been more concerned in wearing leather pants and trying to pick up women. Belladonna was uncontrollable form the get go and did things her own way.

What Mitchell needed as people who were more inclined to do as he wanted. Not so much outside the ring that was not important to him at all. Regardless of what some narrow minded people mite think of him. James Mitchell was not some force of evil. He was just our normal Karaoke Bar owner and wrestling manager.

Still his years in the business had taught him much and in his mind he was good at what he did. He provided assistance both in and out of the ring for his clients. James Mitchell was nothing short of a business man.

A man who took pride in his work and did what was needed. His time in the now dead ECW had been his favorite part of his time to date. All the fun he'd had with Mikey and Yoshio Tajji. The fun with the Blue World Order, playing the part of the red suited devil.

Just having the time of his life, while getting paid for it. Gordon and Hayman were two very upfront men. Mitchell had to give it to them, they had never lied to him. Unlike certain people in the front office of TNA or Jarrett.

Mitchell had paid his dues in a business that was much like regular business. It was hard, harsh and unforgiving in it's way of doing things. Mitchell understood that and he wasn't about to let Jarrett fuck him and Abyss over.

He had spent far too much time in the business to let that happends. Folding this papers Mitchell picked up a book. The art of war was always good reading. Now all he needed to do was pick his spot, it would be soon.

It was not yet time there were just a few more things he wanted to get straight. AMW was soon to be the late tag team champions. They had nothing on the Fallen Angel and The Phenomenal One.

Depending on how that all played out. Mitchell had a few ideas about that, but it was too early to tell what would happened. If things played out right he'd have two new clients. If not then at the least AMW would be out of his hair for a bit.

He knew for a fact that Storm was jumpy around him. Storm bought into the image he projected. It was rather sad, Storm had been in the business long enough to know better. However it could be used to his advantage at some point.

Mitchell smiled a bit people like Strom where far too many in the world. But they were also very useable if played right, that was something he could do. He had yet to meet one he couldn't play and he was certain that Strom wouldn't disappoint him.