+ Retrograde: The Rage [I]

[Archer]

++ "Retrograde: The Rage" ++

Ripped & Crumpled Pages Found in the Trash of Room 309
After Patient 031127 Reported Missing From Room.

There's few things more terrifying than waking up in complete unknown. You're unsure of where you are, what you're doing, or who this dark-haired woman is starring at you with what appears to be concern.

They tell me my name's Spencer Archer, the Architect of Ultraviolence. I'm not exactly sure if I gave myself that nickname or if it was given to me by an unlucky opponent. Either way, it makes me feel sorry for anyone who has ever come in contact with me, I've come to realize within the last few days that maybe I'm not such a nice guy. I've essentially had to re-learn who I am, what it means to be me. The woman who found me...Emma...has been a big help in explaining what's happened up until this point. Lighting a limo on fire, the Supreme Championship tournament, Deception, MGM, and Scream Fest. All of it. I figure I must have some sort of bond with her if she knows this much about me and seems rather upset that I'm not the same as I was.

The same as I am? It's all very confusing for me. It's strange having somebody else tell you how you're supposed to feel towards a person or an event, but I get the feeling that she isn't lying to me. One, she's the only person that's bothered to stop into my room since this whole thing started. Nobody else showed up except some blonde girl, Emma called her V. We seemed to be on good terms but not exactly friendly. Even then, she didn't really stay and I didn't expect her too. Though that alone should have told right me right away that I must not be a very well-liked fellow.

Besides, deep down I'm still the very same person I've always been. I still get the same feelings rushing through my head, similar thoughts of pain and torture that I must have had previously. Emma tells me my opponents at Scream Fest are Lord Blake and Mondae Chaos, who I feel an incredible disdain for. Emma says that it's because they're incredibly entitled, spoiled, second generation, second rate stars who have been riding off the power of their parent's names.

I have no fucking clue who their parent's are, but then again I barely even know who they are, so I suppose that means nothing.

Given that I've done nothing but lie in a hospital bed since Vendetta, I took it upon myself to go back and look at other RSW tapings. Just from the tapes alone, I can tell you that if the doctors allow me to compete, I'm going to absolutely crush those two. It's supposed to be a No Holds Barred triple threat match. I may not be able to remember specific events throughout my life, but I know that's a good thing for me. This stipulation is my specialty. It's my playhouse and they are my playthings.

In this sort of match you have two different opponents, coming at you using everything under the sun. You're going to need endurance, stamina, and a quick recovery. The tapes don't lie, I excel in these areas over my opponents, I'd easily be able to outlast the carnage. Apparently I like blood, I like violence, and hell, I don't even mind if I'm the one that's taking the pain. Because I can take it. I've got to wonder why Mondae and Lord would want to put themselves in this sort of situation. They know what kind of man I am, and even I have seen some of the thing's I've done the last few months. Why subject yourself to a night in hell with a demon?

I feel excited, I feel thirsty. I begin to sweat, and I'm filled with euphoria just thinking about ScreamFest. I may not be able to remember how it got there, but there's been this constant anger, this RAGE that consumes me. I can't get rid of it. The very thought of Lord or Mondae walking out with the Supreme Championship makes my blood boil. It disgusts me to no end.

I want nothing more than to see Lord and Mondae suffer for even daring to meet me in the ring. I want to make their loved ones watch as I completely decimate them out in that ring. I want to paint the halls of RSW with their blood. These are the thoughts that scare me. I'm afraid of the things that I must have done up until this point, and the things that I'll probably do in the near future. The horrendous things that I'll do at Scream Fest to get what I want. Oh the things I'd do.

All I think about in here is ways to end them. All I dream about at night are the different screams I'm going to hear from them in this main event. I completely lose it, each and every time. I see red, it controls my every thought and motion. There's so many triggers. Just being in this hospital alone makes me think of Mondae Chaos and how I got here. They tell me she's the one that got the lucky shot. Something inside tells me I wouldn't like what she did to me, I know I'd do anything to ring her neck for what she's done. To watch as her life slipped away. Then, I lose it all over again, and thus ensues the constant cycle of releasing and caging this dark side of me.

Should I really take on this burden? Of fighting back the beast inside, just to save people that I don't even remember? Or should I let the monster inside come out and play with RSW again?

They tell me that this won't be my first go-around, that I've failed to capture the Supreme Championship before. I don't know how I felt walking in the first time, but this time must be different. I feel confident. Conniving. I don't feel fear, I don't feel unsure, I feel deadly and dangerous. I feel like, without a doubt, I'm going to walk out of Scream Fest with my hands raised, and the view of my enemies demise fresh in my newly made memories. I know, that as long as I'm cleared to compete, Lord and Mondae are screwed.

They say that I'm a writer, and that's why I felt the need to write this. They say this is a very me thing to do...whoever that is. It makes a lot of sense though, because this has certainly made me clear my head, and realize that I've got to get the hell out of this place. This person I am, the person I've been, he's strong and decisive. I need to remember who he is before Scream Fest. The Architect of Ultraviolence is still out there somewhere, I can feel him, and I'm going to find him before November 3rd. Finally, I'll have some sense of revenge, have the Supreme Championship around my waist, have RSW.