The camera opens to a stately graveyard. In the background, the spire of The Temple can be seen reaching into the sky like the arms of glorious worshippers. All is silent for a moment before the camera pans out to reveal Mystica sitting atop a plain gray tombstone, clad in his finest pastoral wear, from head to toe. For a few seconds, Mystica keeps his head lowered, hands clasped in prayer. Then, his eerie blue eyes open. He raises his head to look to the camera. Oddly enough, he smiles. And it is not a smile of conceit; it is not a grin of confidence. For once in a lifetime, it is a friendly smile. The Prophet seems genuinely excited.

"So, Wednesday, yeh? Mr. Witasick's placed me in a match with Mr. Eli James IV. He's probably under the impression that this'll be some sort of...uh..."battle of faiths." But I don't see it that way. No, not at all."

He shifts awkwardly on the tombstone, rubbing his hands down the smooth edges of the stone itself. He seems rather comfortable, but a bit on edge.

"If I might, I'm'a speak to Mr. James personally now. Eli...See, mate, way I see it, we're not two men of different faiths. I mean, we're men of God, yeh? You got your baptismal revival thing, I got me own worship goin' on round 'ere. So I don't see us as enemies, mate. I see us as two souls leadin' the lost. I seen some of your promos, guy. I like what I hear. You're a pastor of hope, man. You preach some nice things. But you got your threats, too. You're the first coming, man! I like the sound of that! I mean, you're not going to convert me, but damn, you certainly know what you are. And I don't see us as foes, mate. We're just differing in which god we worship. But you're spreading a good word. I like the good word. I spread a similar word. Love, compassion, forgiveness..."

He leaps off the tombstone with an athletic leap. He smiles once more at the camera before leading over to an old, decrepit tree. The branches are completely naked; barren of any leaves. From one branch hanging parallel to the ground hangs a noose. Mystica stares at the noose for a moment before turning back to the camera.

"Okay...we're going to rumble it out Wednesday. I understand that. But what I'm askin' for is not a brawl. I don't want our jobs to shove our mutual understanding of a higher power apart. We're one in the same, mate. I'm not askin' for your hate. I'm not asking for your friendship. What I am asking for...is your understanding. I offer you compassion if you offer it in return. I don't want to be another heathen to you. I want to be your brother in the eyes of an almighty, whoever it might be. So I ask only for a handshake after our match, maybe. Just a little understandin', yeh? Let's lead the world into a new era, mate. Let's bring the lost to be found. You and your girls can meet my associates. Little meet n' greet, maybe? Nah, I doubt you'd be into that. Maybe you would. I mean, I'm no fan of picnics, but uh...yeh. Listen, I'm not too good at makin' friends. And I mean, I'm not askin' for your friendship. I'm askin' for your respect. I want this match to be about respect. I respect you. Big question is...

Do you respect me?"

Achievements

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