Mystica stepped forward, his hand still outstretched, when he heard the low growl erupt from Alexandra's throat. He stopped on a dime, just inches from contact with Zak's hand. For a second, he looked almost amused, before the jovial smirk turned into a harsh frown as a wave of realization hit him. Yes, that growl. He'd heard it before. A very, very long time ago, when the earth was but a dream. Without even looking to her, the Sleeping God shouted a warning to Alexandra. Or rather, whatever was inside her.

"Stand down, angel," Mystica said with a raging sneer. "This doesn't concern you. And David will be...just fine."

He stared intently into Zak's half-dead eyes, hoping to find a hint of fear. But to his chagrin, there was nothing. Just cold, dead pupils staring back at him. He took in a deep breath, sighed, and gave Zak an almost reassuring smile.

"Don't worry. This won't hurt a bit...maybe."

And with that vague statement, he grabbed Zak's hand in a flash. There was the slight sensation of an electric shock...and then Mystica was gone from David Martin's body.

Zak, however, did not receive the same pleasant experience. As Mystica invaded his mind, Zak was overwhelmed with an almost never-ending flash of images, too fast to be perceived, but quite clear in their nature. A whole universe's lifetime of horror, destruction, death, and suffering blasted into his cerebrum, slamming into the neurons, which fired off in tandem as Zak was seized with a sensation of pure ice. There came with the images and cold feeling a chorus of innumerable screams -- the entirety of Mystica's victims, all shouting out at once. And then...nothing. David's arm fell limp from Zak's grip, and David, without a second of clarity, almost immediately fainted.

Achievements

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