“The Healer” Harlon Abbott isn’t here to cure anyone — he’s here to hurt them. A cold, unsettling presence in the WPW locker room, Abbott blends methodical violence with eerie calm, turning every match into something that feels more like a ritual than a fight. Whether he’s dismantling opponents piece by piece or whispering cryptic promises of “salvation” before the bell rings, The Healer leaves a mark that lingers long after the match is over. There’s no comfort in his kind of healing — only pain, penance, and inevitability.