Post by Archer on Nov 20, 2016 2:03:12 GMT
++ "Like Waking Up" ++
He sat in the middle of the room, meditating, her words painted on the walls, surrounding him and his thoughts.
"We've strayed. More like YOU'VE strayed. You know damn well I came here to watch your back, but you lost your way a bit. You decided you wanted something you've denied pretty much your entire career. Championship gold. That isn't you."
Ever since Scream Fest, Archer had tortured himself, his mind taking him back and forth between what went wrong and what could have been. He had spent time, time he now wouldn't get back, obsessing over the Supreme Championship. Emma's words rang in his ears because she was right, very right. He promised himself he'd never be the kind of guy to chase after a glorified piece of metal. He chose his target based off his ideals, and in the meantime, smashed some skulls with his lighttube. Now, he found himself openly chasing the Supreme Championship. However, he had an excuse.
"Sure, trump it up to you wanting to deny the pampered brats that plague RSW, still that's very unlike you. So, I'll tell you what, babe. Let's get back to basics. Lets you and me, no Violet, just you and I, we go back to what we originally planned for a sterile place like RSW, let us turn it on it's ear. "
He had lied to himself, he knew that now.
Lied to himself about the Supreme Championship. He had started off with correct intentions, Lord Blake and Raven MacDemare still remained everything he despised about this industry. And when the Supreme Championship came into play, he wanted to keep that prize from Lord. But somewhere along the road, he began to covet it for himself. The Architect of Ultraviolence had successfully been blinded by the shimmer of a shiny object. It lead him down a path where he lost himself. Sometimes you need a little bit of truth in order for your eyes to be open. Scream Fest was a disaster because he lost his way, he wanted to win for the wrong reasons, and he's found his back against the wall too many times recently because he was distracted.
"Incite mass chaos, sew a little mayhem. And show the entire fucking world that we are nobody's pawns."
When you have that moment, wiping the fog from your eyes, it's like waking up from a dream. Archer and Emma had been taken advantage of, had been made fools. Despite his terrorism, Lord and Raven continued getting the better of him. Mondae Chaos had somehow managed to pin him at Scream Fest. Arianny and Shawn were still unpunished for making them into puppets last month.
No more. Violent Intent did nobody's bidding, and with Archer distracted, it seemed like the rest of RSW and forgotten about the things he had done getting to that point. They had forgotten the kind of man he was. He would have to remind them, starting at Vendetta. He didn't know Tommy Knox, nor did he care to know Tommy Knox. He only knew that Tommy had drawn the short straw, the unfortunate draw of stepping into the ring with the Architect of Ultraviolence; re-awakened. Besides, Tommy is very middle of the road in every since of the word. He's a newcomer, who couldn't get the job done in the briefcase ladder match. He doesn't excel in any specific category, he's mediocre in all. While Archer may have issues holding a submission, he had proven time and time again has endurance, stamina, and recovery.
"Let us bring Shawn Delise's company to its knees. What do you say?"
It was about so much more than the Supreme Championship. It was supposed to be about RSW, as a whole, and as Emma said, it was time to get back to basics. He knew he had to defeat Tommy Knox, and he knew he had to send a message to the rest of RSW. The camera spun around, filming Archer from all sides as he sat with his eyes closed. As it circled, the writing on the wall was easy to read. The very familiar words to anyone who had seen the Emma Douglas promo. Once the camera had done a slow full circle, it stopped right in front of Archer. Suddenly, the Architect of Ultraviolence opened his eyes.
"Ready Set Wrestle...I'm coming for you."
