Mystica seemed to enjoy Alexandra's sheer defiance. For some reason, this pleased him immensely. He gave a wicked smirk, and, with lightning reflexes, grabbed Alexandra's extended hand by the wrist, and wrenched it down with a twist, not to cause pain, but to immobilize the limb and express his power.

"And where, oh where...do you think he got that strength?" Mystica asked, his eyes locked on Alexandra's. "I conditioned him. Made him into my manifest. The bearer of my torch. My prophet. And he's used that power, little girl. He's used it to grab you by the horns and reel you in. He's no better than any other man you've met!"

He gave off another chilling chortle, his teeth gleaming in the light of the setting sun's light.

Achievements

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