+ Retrograde: The Prologue

[Archer]

++ "Retrograde: The Prologue" ++

He rose to his feet, growing ever so tired of eating Lord Blake's shoe at the most inopportune moments. He clutched his jaw, the familiar sound of the referees hand connecting with the canvas ringing in his ears. Archer turned, hoping it wasn't Raven getting pinned. Worse, Raven MacDemare pinning Emma as Lord simply sits and watches.

First, it was actually the punch of getting screwed over that hit him hard in the face.

Lord Blake should be stripped of his Supreme Championship and Raven should be fired, immediately, for breaking the rules of the match. Lord was supposed to work with Emma the entire match, not most of it before deciding to take a fucking knee. If the rules could simply be broken, Archer would have easily sacrificed the whole thing and watched as Emma ripped Raven limb from limb. It would have been incredibly satisfying, definitely making the most out of a horrible situation. Instead, Lord clearly ignores the stipulation when he feels like it and will probably end up getting away with it due to his money and power of influence.

This is not the way he figured defeating Lord Blake would feel. He had imagined it many times. Lord below him, beaten, bloody, broken. The Supreme Championship being hoisted onto his shoulder by Emma, Raven forced to watch on in horror. The sight of the loving embrace of his two most despised enemies was not what he had imagined.

But the referees hand came down for the three, and the two were instantly all over each other. His eyes must have burned a whole straight through them, the nausea rising within. He wanted to puke, but first he wanted to beat them both within minutes of their lives. Arianny and Shawn DeLise may have made this match, but with the way this match was allowed to end, Violent Intent were the only ones getting the raw deal. Again. How infuriating. Raven had even denied using the light tube on Emma earlier in the night, he had failed to corrupt her. This entire night had all been for naught. Well, not just yet. The night isn't over. Lovey will suffer the consequences, and their blood will paint the arena floor red. Screw making it to Scream Fest, this is the last time he'll have to look at their smug faces. It ends now...

CRACK!

Second, it was the black diamond encrusted lead pipe belonging to one, Mondae Chaos, that hit him in the back of the head. Suddenly, all his anger and rage directed at Lord and Raven vanished, and he dropped to the floor. When you're out cold, it's like the world has abruptly stopped in your mind, and you awake to find that the world continued to turn while you were asleep. Sometimes you lost a lot more than just a couple minutes. Emma reached him before the EMTs, checking his vitals, knowing full well how a half-dead body feels. He wasn't dead, just bleeding, a lot. She shook him until he opened his eyes, slightly.

"Spence...Spence...Archer...how are you feeling?"

When he turned around to look at her, it was like he was elsewhere. It was almost as if he turned towards her because she was speaking, not because she was calling his name. He looked confused. His eyes were cold. The Architect of Ultraviolence was gone.

"Where am I?"