Snow falls gracefully down on the church’s estate. Our masked prophet is standing on the front porch of the church staring at the two polelights at the beginning of the walkway up to the front of the church. He sighs as he looks at their light shining. As he stares at the light, a dreadful and weary vision fills the eyes and ears of Hysteria. He closes his eyes underneath the mask and shakes his head furiously, attempting to shake away the horrid nightmare that has haunted him for eternity. As he opens his eyes, the memory has come in full force.


NOOOO!

The shrieking of the woman he cared so much about rings through his ears. It’s followed by the muttering of his name in pleading. Not the name Hysteria, but the name of the man beneath the mask. A name in which Hysteria wishes not to reveal until the time has dawned.

The sound of ripping cloth followed by the sounds of laughter. Fucking twisted laughter.

Hysteria shakes his head and manages to release himself from the stranglehold of the flashback.

Hysteria resumes his glance on the polelights ahead of him. He sighs and his voice slowly raises to a level that is understandable.

That same fucking dream. That same moment. That… beautiful woman. No matter how much I try to bury that… that fucking…

Hysteria stops speaking. He continually looks at the light ahead of him. His mask has a jagged inkblot stain upon it.

If only I could… uuughhhHHHH!

He closes his eyes and shakes his head again as he feels the creeping memory seeping back in. He opens his eyes and he’s back.

The sounds… the sounds of the violation happening to his lovely young lady. The feeling of shame and agony washes over Hysteria as there is nothing he can do! Blood trickles down the unmasked face of Hysteria. He reaches out to her as she cries and screams out his name. Before he can crawl to her, a boot comes across the mouth and nose of his face. Hysteria’s eyes begin to falter as he falls to the concrete in a pool of blood. Throughout the entire ordeal, Hysteria’s face is hidden by shadows as to prevent the revelation of the man below the mask.

Hysteria slowly raises his head as the horrid remembrance is gone from his vision.

If only… I could have saved her. That perfect woman. Violated, murder, and discarded like a FUCKING piece of garbage… How shameful… disgusting. You ever wonder what could make a man have no remorse for any action in which he partakes? It takes foul… inhuman shit like THAT! Those three fools KNEW who I was and STILL elected to attack me. For what? For some fucking self-fulfillment?! To alter the lives of The XWF roster? To take away their own lives?

Just imagine… if it hadn’t been for that trigger point, I wouldn’t have murdered… I wouldn’t have… created this family. Oh hell yes I would have. I would still have done it all in the name of the Higher Powerrrrr! But instead of hiding my face, I’d be strutting my way back to ‘work’ as per usual. Not ‘dead’ to the world. Not hiding in the shadows looking for a way to survive and rebuild.

Hysteria begins laughing.

Then again, what the fuck do you people even know? You know I refer to myself as Hysteria. You’ve seen my wrestling ability. What you don’t know is who I REALLY am. Or where I REALLY come from. The answer to that question just might SURPRISE you. Then again… maybe I’m just fucking with you, and I’m REALLY Bruce Wayne underneath this cowl of mine.

Hysteria really chuckles at this and points at the lights. He makes the motion of firing a pistol with his hand aimed directly at the two lights.

The question you might be asking is what’s with the lights. Well, you see… the night my beloved was taken from me, the only lights in the area were lights similar to those. A few seconds with my vision transfixed on their aluminous glow and I’m reliving the worst day in my entire history. But what if… what if I could change what happened? How would that affect my situation now? Would there be a Hysteria? Would I ever have dawned this mask to hide my being alive or to hide the face of the one doing these actions? Perhaps I should ask Austin Fernando since he’s leading the charge in predicting the future. Or perhaps I should ask Patrick Kissinger since he has ALLLLL the answers! Nay. I shall ask the only true source of information…

The Higher Power.

Hysteria gets on his knees and puts his hands together.

O Higher Power,

I come to you on this night of all nights to ask that you bestow in me, the ability to right the wrongs in which mankind has committed. Please, Your Highness, fill me with your holy fire so that I may fill to the brink and run over onto those around me. But please show me the way to saving the woman I love. In your powerful name, I praise…

Nema.

Hysteria looks up from his hands and feels the wind suddenly pick up at an alarming rate. It gusts around him with snow billowing alongside him. He looks forward and on the ground words are written in a fiery scrawl…



I shall show you the path if you shall follow it with much haste. Find the trinket in which will connect you to her.

- The Higher Power


Seemingly as soon as Hysteria finished reading the fiery marks in the snow, the flames go out and disappear. In their stead, a blue and purple swirl begins to form. Hysteria stares at it with intrigue as it grows in size. It grows big enough for a person to squeeze through. As he admires its beauty, the door to the church opens up behind him. He turns around and sees Frodo leaving the church with his daughter Katie. The blue and purple swirl catches them all in a trance. The center of it changes and shows a castle and some green hills. Frodo’s daughter gasps and points at the castle. She mouths, “That’s Hogwarts!”

Nearly as soon as she said that, the circle begins sucking in like a huge vacuum cleaner! Hysteria, Frodo, and his daughter Katie are sucked directly into it! They appear on the huge green mountainside facing the castle. Katie begins standing up and smiling with her eyes huge! Frodo and her begin to jar back and forth.

Hysteria ignores them and looks directly at the camera.

Merry Christmas, fuckers.