Out in the streets, he can already smell the sickness. Los Angeles is populated by almost 4 million people, but only a handful of souls. So far, Mystica has spotted none of the good souls remaining. Perhaps they are hiding inside, away from the busy hustle and bustle of the sidewalks; avoiding the glamour and urban decay all in one. The city is a ball of garbage congealing before his eyes, coagulating into one massive sprawl of violence and sex. Needless to say, Mystica has never felt further from home.

He stands at the edge of the sidewalk, eyes straight ahead. But his other senses are gathering information; scrounging for a clue among the clueless around him. He has been in a state of decay himself, falling to stronger forces. His eyes lock on the cross signal ahead, which switches from "Don't Walk" to "Kill."

He blinks heavily. The sign now reads "Walk." Behind him, someone shoves, and he is forced forward in the squabbling crowd of maggots disguised as pedestrians. They move in unison, but at the same time utterly separate. At the other side of the street, Mystica stops and leans against a decrepit brick wall. For a moment, he pauses, taking in the sights of the smog surrounding him. City life had never been for him, though he came from the outskirts of Liverpool. It had been relatively peaceful there, almost ancient, but not quite the same as the very inner city where he now stood. Civilization was never his strong suit. All these people. moving around in unison, but living for different means. Work, toil, fame, fortune, survival...it was one and the same. All gathered in a swarm, wriggling in existential agony -- the thing that should not be. Mystica was all too familiar with things that should not be.

Beside him, huddled in a heap, a homeless man dressed in little more than a rolled up shirt and tattered slacks looks up to the Englishman.

"Got any cash to spare, bud?" the transient asks, a sort of hopelessness in his voice.

Mystica freezes up for a moment before digging into his pockets. After a second of fishing, his fist returns with a handful of spare coins and a folded up pamphlet from The Temple. He stops, and unfolds the pamphlet to examine it. It is a representation of something he cannot bear anymore. From somewhere behind him, an unseen voice whispers, "Two days..."

"Yeh, here," Mystica mutters, handing the man a handful of quarters, and possibly a pound coin. The man gives him a nod of thanks and looks back into the crowd, oddly satisfied.

"Charity," Mystica sighs to himself, "a virtue."

He wonders how the homeless man can kind solace in a handful of change, especially in the city, where five quarters and a couple dimes won't buy you a cup of coffee. He recalls the coffee he drank days earlier and his stomach aches. He hasn't eaten since he left the hotel this morning. He checks his watch. The day is starting to wind down -- 6:45 PM. Dinner is still an option, and Mystica has yet to hit the gym today. He figures in his head that he can swim a few laps back at the hotel and maybe use the static bicycle in the hotel's gym. But food...his stomach is too full of butterflies, wrenching around in agony. For the first time in a long time, he is scared. Panic is rising in his gut, causing his hands to shake. With a growing anxiety, he tosses the pamphlet in his hand into a pile of refuse overflowing the nearby rubbish bin.

"S'all rubbish, anyway," he says quietly.

"It's truth!" a voice screams in his ear. Mystica jumps slightly, but doesn't bother to look around for the source. He knows he is the only one that can hear it. Get out, he thinks, get out, get out, get out!

But the unseen is going nowhere. That chorus of voices perks up, telling him more. His feet will connect with the skull of Rollins, he will bless Van Dam with pain, he will spread the blood of his enemies across the doors of their mothers. He grumbles, shouts silently inside, and tries to focus. His blue eyes catch the flickering light of the "Don't Walk" sign as it changes.

"KILL"

Achievements

• 1x Tag Team Champion
  
• August 2013 Superstar of the Month (Thank you all so much!)
  
• 1x US Champion
  
• 1x X-treme Champion