Sunlight shines down on the masked face of Hysteria as he groggily stirs. The Prophet analyzes his situation to see that the four men are placed under a large tree but no one is in sight. He sits up and sees three bodies lying beside him. Each of them look sick but are breathing very shallowly. Hysteria tries to move, but soon hears talking very close by. He rests back on the tree as he was but keeps his eyes open to survey what is going on.

Two natives with only a bit of hide covering their genitalia come up. The one on the left is slightly larger and has hair receding with slight amounts of white interwoven in. The right man looks younger but has a thicker body. Must be the stronger of the two. The men begin discussing in a language unknown to Hysteria, but he does keep hearing the same word over and over in reverence… ‘Katau.’ Every time they mention ‘Katau,’ they almost shudder in fear and disgust.

The two men finally stop their discussion as they begin moving over to the foursome lying before them. The elder squats down before Hysteria and begins staring at him through the mask. Hysteria is careful to watch his breathing and not give away his conscious state. The elder begins to run his fingers along the fabric of his mask until it reaches the bottom of the mask. He grabs the mask and pulls it up over Hysteria’s face. Hysteria closes his eyes before the fabric makes its way up to his eyes and contains his feeling of anger from being unmasked.

Luckily his three followers were out cold and couldn’t see his face. Something told Hysteria that these two wouldn’t be telling anyone his identity anytime soon.

The two men begin talking amongst themselves before indicating his face and saying, ‘Katau.’

The man pulls the mask back down over his face and walks away bringing the young native with him. They chatter using their language unknown to him. It’s then that Hysteria notices that he smells something burning. He looks over and notices his three partners with markings on their heads suddenly glowing! Hysteria scoots away in surprise as he feels a symbol burning through his skin as well. The three men begin to cry out in agony as Hysteria’s cries turn into a disturbed laughter. The two men return and have a look of surprise on their faces. It’s only then that Hysteria notices the symbols on their heads.

One is green with a symbol of a leaf on the forehead of Joe.

One is blue with a symbol of a water droplet on the forehead of Shawn.

One is yellow with the symbol of a lightning bolt on the forehead of Corey.

Hysteria had no knowledge of what his symbol was, but he could only imagine. He looks over and sees the two men on the ground, unconscious. Standing over them are ten men with guns aimed at the four Asylum members lying on the ground with the symbols on their foreheads.

Their foreheads… What is that?

Boss, do you think the rumors are true? There are four of them.

Do I think that myth is true? Hell no. These boys just happened on the wrong island. You four. Up on your feet. Or else we begin firing. I don’t know how you survived the crash, but this is end of the line.

The four men begin to stand up, but something feels different. They all can sense it. A new sense of purpose coursing through their veins. Hysteria begins to laugh wildly as he steps in front of his three family members. He stares ahead through the mask as the red symbol is brightly shining through his mask.

Why don’t you just turn around before we have to hurt you?

Hurt us? There are ten of us, you dumb fuck. Perhaps you learned how to count?

Perhaps you learned that there is something special about us? We survived a plane crash, we survived an attack by a group of natives, and we will survive you.

The man scoffs and spits in Hysteria’s direction. His slicked back blonde hair and heavily armored men all aim their guns at them.

You have ten seconds to surrender before we blow your head off.

Why don’t you fucking turn around and leave? Before we have to hurt you.

One.

You guys seem a little trigger happy. Why don’t you shoot you pieces of shit?!

Fuck it, TEN!

The sound of bullet fire fills the forest as bullets begin to fly towards the four when…


FSSSSHHHHHHHH!


A huge flame erupts catching the bullets and burning them until they fall to the ground in charred bits. The men don’t stop though! They continue firing away as Hysteria continues throwing flames up and catching the bullets. The man seem to catch on as they begin go circle around three on each side.

They begin to fire on the left side and Joe throws up his hands in defense and three vines shoot up and deflect the bullets. Joe looks at his hands and smiles before throwing them both forward and grabbing the three men up by their legs! They dangle in the air and two of them drop their guns. The third aims his at Joe. Joe gasps as suddenly a lightning strikes out of the sky and hits the man on the… well… the nether region. The man drops his gun and the vine releases him to fall onto his head.

On the opposite side, the three men circle around and aim their guns at the flame wielding Hysteria. Shawn jumps forward sending a wave of pulse wave of water from his fingertips knocking the three men back. They scamper back up to their feet and aim their guns at Shawn when a thunderbolt comes from the sky electrocuting the three men! They fall to the ground in a heap sizzling.

Hysteria’s flames have now turned into two whips. Two whips composed entirely of red-hot flames. Of the remaining four men, three of them are on the ground with burn marks on their arms and legs. The final man, the leader of the group is standing back not believing what he’s seeing. Joe takes the remaining two men and wraps them to the nearest tree with some vines making them immobile.

What… this… it’s impossible! The fucking legend was true?! The four symbols, the powers of nature, the rebirth… I… please let me go. I promise we’ll let you go. Please! Just don’t hurt us.

You killed an innocent man. You killed my pilot friend, Tobey. Did you really think you were going to get out of this alive?

Hysteria’s gloved hand begins to glow a firey red blaze. He begins laughing as he grabs the face of the man! The leader screams out in pain before Hysteria releases him. The leader falls over, screaming, and clutches his face in agony. Hysteria grabs the keys off of one of the downed men beside them. A moment’s glance is all he needs to notice that one of them is a plane key. He whirls them around his finger before turning to his fellow followers.

Ready to go home boys?






More beeping from the machine as the scene is set in the hospital once more.

Hysteria holds the hand as he slowly runs his fingers along the top of the hand.

Oh, woe is me. Or whoa in the case of Mr. Duke. Monsieur Duke has created quite a conundrum with his not picking up on certain hints along the way. He seems to think that he knows who Hysteria is and what I am about.

Oh how wrong you are, Mr. Duke.

Allow me to enlighten you. For the past week, you chose to look back upon my history. You chose to look back and relive stories of the past. While it’s a great notion, it couldn’t be more inaccurate. Allow me to reintroduce myself.

I am Hysteria.

I am The Prophet for The Higher Power.

But upon closer inspection… I am not the wrestler you are looking for. Hehehe

Alas, Mr. Duke, this form has YET to be in the ring with you. I have YET to stand across the ring from you. I have YET… to even have an official match.

In case you didn’t notice, my height and weight both changed this week in the preparations for the match. Strange, while sure my weight could change according to diet. Do you really think I’d shrink though? Because… I believe that to be impossible.

No, no, no. You are mistaken. I am a new beast entirely. So all of your meanderings about our past history are for naught. I am Hysteria. I am…










Not LH Harrison.

Hysteria stands up and rips back the curtain revealing LH Harrison on the bed with his head still heavily bandaged up. The hand of Hysteria traces alongside the face of Harrison.

Hahahahehehahaha!

Welcome to the truth, Monsieur Duke. I’m sorry for ruining your hopes and dreams of having a previous win over me. The simple truth is… it wasn’t meant to be.

My name is Hysteria and on Wednesday Night Warfare… I’m going to hang you from the rafters and watch you bleed.

Hysteria begins laughing wildly as the screen slowly fades…



Fade Into Nothingness…