Finally alone inside the Warfare arena for this week, Mystica finds time to himself, quickly allowing a camera team to follow him into a far-off broom closet. Here, he quickly switches on a single hanging light and takes a seat on the floor, not seeming to mind the bleach-drenched scent of the room.

"Madness. Not really my territory. But with the King of the XWF crown on the line, you know I have a few reasons to be there. I mean, that alone is enough to warrant my presence. King? I'd very much enjoy to see who emerges. But I'll have...input, you see. Being a member of the Congregation, I suppose that means I fall under the jurisdiction of The Black Circle. Ergo, I owe allegiance to John Madison. I'll protect that man to the best of my ability. Even more so, I know The Brotherhood will be present. And my, don't I have some gripes with them, eh? Oh, especially that huge waste of matter, Peter Gilmour.

Peter, you helped screw me out of the thing I found most precious. My tag title. You and your frat brothers-in-arms have shoved your noses exactly where they don't belong. And goodness, do I believe in some sort of karma. So Peter..."

Mystica reaches into his gear bag, his hand emerging with Peter's signature barbed wire baseball bat!

"I'd like to give you a taste of your own medicine. My blood and your blood shall intermingle. So, to summarize, two goals: Help Madison, and kill Gilmour."

The cameraman asks from behind the lens: "What about LJ Havok?"

Mystica sneers.

"Who cares?"

Achievements

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