The voice of the sleeping God continued its unheard conversation with Micah, as David tried his best to maintain an air of confidence. He leaned toward Alexandra and placed his beer on the table surface. Across it's glimmering, perspiring surface, he could see the minute reflection of his boss pass through, though he paid it no mind. Strange how the XWF roster knew of this small town, let alone the pub. But, David thought, it wasn't surprising. Alcohol in any locale will draw in the flies. The pain in David's temples swelled, to the point where he began to fall under the paranoia that his face itself was visibly swelling. But it wasn't. It was merely the rush of blood through his cheeks; the constant up-and-down beating of his heart.

"He is no boy," Mystica said internally. "He is my host. He saw me, and I saw him. He accepted himself as a vessel. It is his everlasting sin, and he will not be free of it until I see my awakening. Even now, I slumber beneath the tides. Which tides...I'll let you imagine. But you know my name. My true name. Not some man-tongue equivalent. There are no vocalizations for my true identity. Only the shrieks and screams beyond imagination; the world that waits beneath the deep. This child is my vessel. He has no time for the concepts of love and affection. All love will know no merit upon my return. Love will seek to flee from the madness. He is empty to you, but to me...quite full of potential."

Outwardly, David attempted to reach Alexandra.

"I do hope you're alright," he said before looking to Micah. "I'm assuming this is some sort of um...witch thing? I can't pretend to understand exactly what it is you're doing, but I shall admit...it is impressive...somewhat frightening."

Achievements

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