Post by Archer on Aug 23, 2016 1:38:47 GMT
++ "See No..." ++
The feed starts.
It's grainy and the colors are mismatched, giving the impression that it's either an old tape or is being played on an old device. Come to think of it, you can almost make out small slide marks, as if it's being played on an old projector of some sort. There stood the self-proclaimed king and queen of RSW, Lord Blake and Raven MacDemare. They paced around the ring, Lord with a microphone in hand. Protecting all points of entry was their security team. Slowly but surely, if you've been paying attention to RSW, then you're realizing you've seen this all before.
"...two weeks ago, Ravey and I fell victim to a malicious attack. And, you know what, this coward, who hid behind a mask and didn't even have the balls to face me like man to man, left not just me, but Ravey a message."
Raven rubbed Lord's back as he continued to speak.
"Your kind isn't welcome here. What does that even mean? Ravey and I had a brainstorming session, and it could only mean one thing. I demand, right here and right now that you apologize to not just me, but my beautiful girl Ravey..."
The feed skipped.
"Right here and right now..."
It skipped again but stayed in the same spot of the feed.
"...you apologize..."
The feed began skipping forward this time, and wouldn't stop. All within a few seconds, you see the masked man coming out from the crowd, trying to enter the ring with security pushing Ravey out, and finally the duo being pushed up the ramp with the masked man standing inside the ring. The feed comes to a halt right on Lord Blake's face. A dark figure emerged on the side, placing a large red X on Lord's face. The figure turned around, gazing right into the camera. He took a step closer, pushing back the hood covering his face a bit. Archer shows his face to the camera, and an evil grin dances it's way across his face. He breaks into maniacal laughter before the light from the feed cuts off.
"I've had some time to think about what I've done to you Lord..."
A dim light flickers above Archer now, his gaze still fixated upon the camera. His stare had never broken.
"And I remember when you called me out on Vendetta II, asking me to apologize. But I'm confused Lord, exactly what am I supposed to be apologizing for?"
He paused, raising his arms slightly, in question.
"Am I supposed to be apologizing for molding you? Am I supposed to be apologizing for making you see things in a new light? Am I supposed to be apologizing for making a MAN out of you?"
His eyes narrowed in slightly, still never breaking his stare from the camera.
"You're still that disgusting snot-nosed kid I left in a pool of his own blood with his girlfriend the first day I walked into this place, but I've seen a change in you, Lord. It's this anger, this aggression, this fire I've seen in you these last two weeks. I'm not quite sure if anyone has seen this side of Lord Blake before. Hell, you're out buying light tubes, hopefully to use on me at Deception. When I see things like that, it just makes me..."
He stops speaking, almost as if he can't think of the word. He feels the goosebumps on his arms, becoming excited just thinking about the main event that lie in store for them.
"Giddy."
He announced confidently. He was starting to shake a bit now, from pure anticipation. No doubts, the Architect of Ultraviolence was having trouble holding himself back.
"I really hope you get a chance to use one of those, Lord. The way I've tormented you these past weeks has slowly morphed you into a different person. Now you're driven on your hatred for me, and it makes me that much more excited for Deception. When I first saw you, you were holding hands with your sweet Raven and talking baby. Before, you wouldn't have stood a chance against a man like me, now look at you. Deception is going to be so much fun, I just know it is. Especially now that you have your own toys to play with."
Archer laughed, stroking his chin a little. He had yet to be tested on that level within the walls of RSW. In truth, it had been a while since he was tested at all. But the thought of Lord bringing it all made him as gleeful as he's been in a long time.
"So you see, although you continue to taunt me, that's why I can't come a gut you before our match. Believe me, I'd like nothing more than to feel my hands close in on your throat..."
His hands rose up, reaching out in front of him and closing in as if Lord was right there in front of him.
"To crush your windpipe with my hands..."
He smirked and for the first time broke his stare with the camera to look away for just a second. He was so overcome with such a thought, he had to take a second to himself.
"But then what would be left for Deception? No. I'm going to make your sweet, precious Raven watch as I dismantle you piece by piece inside that ring. I'm going to make sure Daddy Blake gets to watch as his son fails to recognize his dream of becoming the RSW Supreme Champion."
The projector flickered back to life, and Lord Blake's face was again displayed with the red X behind Archer. He didn't flinch at all, but figured the background to be quite fitting, indeed.
"You may be able to stand on your feet against me longer if you use that aggression, but the result is still going to be the same. Lord Blake under a headstone. This new attitude of yours seems to have made you forget everything that brought us to this point. I tormented you simply because that's what I wanted to do, and I made my way up the Supreme Championship ladder only to make sure your own dreams weren't realized..."
He crouched below camera level and brought a single light tube back into view. He had been known for using them on his opponents through his independent career, so of course it the very same object had made it's way into his tirade against Lord Blake. It would only be natural to finish with it. Archer pointed it towards the camera.
"I chose to start this thing, and at Deception, I choose to end it. I choose to end you!"
As you watched at home, the Architect of Ultraviolence swung towards the camera with the light tube. For a split second you forgot it was only a feed, and covered your eyes with your hands, bracing for an impact that never came.
Static.
