Post by Archer on Aug 23, 2016 19:40:24 GMT
++ "Speak No..." ++
Darkness.
"Reign of terror...reign of terror..."
He sits on the wooden floor inside an almost empty room, if you don't count the endless amount of photos and newspaper clippings that cover the wall in front of him. He reaches up, feeling along the wall, and unpinning a very particular polaroid. Two bodies lie on concrete.
The parking lot is empty, not a being in sight. It's dark and eyry, nobody has come out of The Arena just yet from the finished show. Almost nobody. A black limo parked near the entrance, completely destroyed and in flames, holds a dark figure on top of it. Along the side reads "YOUR KIND AREN'T WELCOME" in red. The camera pans down a bit to reveal the RSW lovebirds, Lord and Raven, drowning in a pool of their own blood together. It's quite a sight to see on the very first Vendetta, and one that would be burned into all three of their heads for weeks to come. No doubts. The dark figure hops off the limo hood and disappears into the night.
As the visual flashback finished, we re-join Archer in darkness. Just as the scene had played out for you, it had also played out in his own mind. How it all went, the way rich blood smelled, Raven's hair felt, and most of all, the emotions he endured standing on top of that limo and gazing upon his creation. He smirked just thinking about it, before pinning the photo back onto the wall. He ran his hands along the photos and newspaper clippings, coming to another polaroid that he admired.
Lord and Raven are in the ring, confused and frightened from Vendetta I. Security surround the ring because of the blood bath they have previously found our duo in. They insist the ark figure show himself and that he be brought to justice that very night. The dark figure walks through the crowd towards them, becoming closer with each step, and security immediately begin pushing the duo to safety. The figure enters the ring, but the duo have been pushed up towards the black curtain and out of the clutches of the figure.
"Reign of terror...reign of terror..."
When we re-join Archer, he's staring at the photo of the two being pushed up the ramp, nodding his head. He was't exactly bested that night, but he also didn't get to ensue any sort of pain or violence upon them. That was the plan, until security got involved. That's when he knew he'd have to be more crafty about it all, that's when he knew he'd have to lure them away if he wanted to continue his game. He just simply loved playing. He pinned the second photo back up and immediately went to his third. He knew where it was because it was one of his favorite.
Lord is in hot pursuit of the masked man. His Ravey has gone missing and although he knows it was Jackson Kendrick, he knows this freak had to have something to do with it. He pushes past crowds of people as the masked man disappears behind a corner. Lord isn't thinking straight, or maybe he just doesn't think most of the time, and runs right around the corner after the masked man. His momentum comes to a halt, and his eyes widen in horror as he sees what's in front of him. Dozens of masked man walking in lines, and he stays still as each one passes him. Lights out. A steel pipe connects with Lord's skull. As the lights come back on, the masked man is kneeling beside Lord, lying the lead pipe on his chest. He reaches back, taking off the mask and dropping that upon Lord, as well.
Archer laughs maniacally, what a gloriously fun time for all involved. It would be the first time Archer revealed himself, and made the RSW crowd really listen to him for the first time. That wasn't even in the best part either. No, no, no. The best part was still to come. The RSW Supreme Championship tournament. Archer searches along the wall for the final photo, grazing his hand over several others before resting upon the right one.
Mondae Chaos, good on her word, hit the ring with Lord, their sights set on Archer. She slid into the ring and was instantly met with a vicious right boot called the Malum In Se. Lord slid in next and Archer simply grabbed him, planting him firmly upon his head with a Disasterpiece. All the while, Raven lie face down on the canvas from a miser aerial assault. He took a moment to look around at the carnage he had created. All three 'Second Gens' down for the count, by his hand alone. A moment to appreciate.
Given his current situation, he'd allow himself to have some fun. A pair of handcuffs exited Archer's pocket and found themselves securely around Mondae's hand and the opposite ring post. Fluorescent light tubes. His absolute favorite. One found it's home across Lord's face, of course. The other would be used as a tool. If Raven insisted on continuing the match up until now, then he'd make her choose between the match...and her life. Using his hatred of the two, he began to choke the life out of her, pushing harder and harder on the tube, crushing it into her neck until she gave up.
"Reign of terror...reign of terror..."
He pinned it back to the wall, almost bowing to it. Within RSW, it was easily his crowning achievement thus far. One that would be usurped after Deception and the Supreme Championship upon his shoulder.
"Lord Blake continues to taunt me...asking me to come for him before Deception...asking me to finish him off..."
A snicker, and a sigh as he runs a hand through his hair.
"Lord Blake is afraid."
Archer took a step back, opening his arms up to his wall of torture.
"These are the things I've done to him under the RSW banner, and when you look at my handwork at Vendetta IV you'd instantly realize that I feel quite at home in a street fight. That kind of fighting is exactly who I am. Lord Blake has probably never been in a one-on-one fight in his life. He knows he's outmatched at Deception...he knows if he isn't careful, his throat could be slit..."
He dragged a single finger across his throat as he spoke. Turning away from his prize up on the wall, because he knew he'd be able to create new ones soon.
"And thus this ongoing charade of calling me out. I'm not giving you the satisfaction of being injured before Deception, Lord, I'm not going to allow you to get out of this one. You're going to show up, and all your hopes and dreams are going to come crashing down. I'm going to destroy everything you are, Lord, and everything you would have been."
A quick pause, his eyes flared at the camera with a fire so hot it could burn the world.
"At Deception, the REIGN OF TERROR begins!"
Static.
