The crowd are in full voice as a cacophony of booes thunders down the arena. The reason, the International Champion stands in the ring, accompanied by Nicholas Maximus who is holding the title in question on a blue, velvet pillow, a huge grin across his face.
Archer stands in the middle of the ring, revelling in the reaction, going as far as playing the conductor, waving his hands to keep the crowd going.
Around his neck is a scarf so obnoxiously over the top it looks like he’s wearing the carcass of a peacock. He goes to talk and laughs as he’s drowned out before he can even begin. More minutes go by and taps his Patek Phillipe watch.
Archer: You unwashed swine are throwing your own money away… I’m here on your dollar.
Archer: Although Devils Night proved it. It proved just how ignorant and delusional you all are. You actually believed Solomon could beat me, you actually thought someone…
Archer pauses as the crowd chant for his adversary.
Archer: You actually thought someone could beat me, you actually thought I could be made to submit, to be pinned… When it actually mattered.
Archer shakes his head and chuckles.
Archer: That’s like me… Rich.
Archer laughs at his own terrible joke, Nicholas joins in, remembering who looks after him.
Archer: I am a born winner, raised in luxury… I am a Gold Blooded God! A six star man who will not be denied.
Archer: Now. You’ll be pleased to know I’m not just out here to gloat. I am here to lay down Archer’s Law.
Archer:
I do not recognise the reign of Mister Fortnite, the Skinny Schoolshooter never held my champion, he never got his alabaster mitts on it, and more importantly he will never again get the chance to for as long as I hold…
Archer points towards his championship, safely perched on the pillow, but continues to look at the camera.
Archer: That!
His finger changes direction, now pointed like a gun at the camera.
Archer: Which is why I am officially stating my intentions, I’m never losing this championship, so how about I… Become… Thomas Two Titles…
Archer:
Lets face it, our current leader is an orc, fresh out of the Scottish bogs, stinking of shortbread and haggis.
Archer:
The sheep population of America has almost doubled with his unwanted advances. So… Give me what I want… Or I’ll be forced to buy it…
Gunshots ring throughout the arena as the crowd rises to their feet in support of the Machine Gun, Solomon Caine. Bad Reputation begins to play, but is cut-off midway by That's Life by Frank Sinatra.
Caine comes out wearing his traditional attire, casually holding a microphone. He strolls towards the ramp, and stops at the point where the stage ends. He brings the microphone to his lips, and begins to speak.
Solomon Caine: Archer, Archer, Archer... always the optimist. You won fair and square, congratulations. But don't think you're gonna just sweep me under the rug, million dollar man.
Solomon Caine:
If you recall, I did get a pinfall at Devil's Night. And just a few short days ago, that was my championship that I won fair and square myself.
The crowd cheers.
Solomon Caine: So, I think it's a little short-sighted that you would just move on without me. In fact, I think you and me need a little rematch.
Solomon Caine:
A definitive ending, you might say. And I know what you're thinking, why would you ever give that to me? Well, let me show you why...
The Clark Effect ended earlier but the team reamain comfortably we might add on the set. But like all good things it must come to an end. The members of Kasstianity get up from their seats and begin to file out, leaving the interview room empty.
Several ghouls are on standby in the hallway to protect the most loved savior of OCW’s loyal patrons. Kasstianity leaves the set, B17 out first grabbing TY away from Stacy and pushing him forward.
What lurks behind them is Heather Angelo searching for Valkyrie. She hides behind a wall and tries to spot her between the ghouls that surrounds them.
The ghouls stop at the edge of the hallway and pushes the door open the parking area. They allow Empress and B17 to go first through the doorway. Kassidy and Valkyrie walk out next but stop to talk to Francis,
Kassidy: We are going to need to redo this set room, walk with Valkyrie, she’ll tell you the ideas we have for dressing it up.
Francis and Valkyrie continue to walk in between the lines of ghouls and Heather spots the shorty with blonde hair,
Heather: VALKYRIE!
Valkyrie continues to walk away without even acknowledging Heather, but Kassidy Hayes walks up to her with ghouls in tow.
Heather: Move out of my way.
Kassidy: We meet again Runt.
Heather punches one of the ghouls in the face actually cracking the mask and knocking him down on the ground. She lunges at Kassidy.
The other ghouls went to grab her but Kassidy has her in control. He grabs her arm, spins her around and restrains her from attacking him.
Heather: Let go of me!
Kassidy: When I first laid eyes on you I saw potential. Potential like the one you see as your OCW Women's Champion.
Kassidy: But you fought the conversion and now here we are, you got yourself a broken psyche.
Kassidy: What I saw before is what I see now; A Runt that has no control of her mind, body or soul.
Heather: YOU DID THIS TO MEEEEEEH!!!!
Heather almost escapes but Kassidy’s grip became tighter and he holds her close to his body.
He continues to talk softly in her ear.
Kassidy: You did this to yourself. All you had to do was let go and let ME in.
Kassidy: Empress is a perfect example of what complete control of yourself really looks like. Empress did something I asked you to do for a long time and you couldn’t do.
Heather stops trying to wiggle out of his arms and becomes calm.
Heather: The funny thing is you don’t have her. She has you. That champion of yours got all of you...
Heather: ….fooled. I’ll make you look like an idiot worse than Harvey did.
Kassidy lets go of her. He turned her around and slaps her across the face. He slapped her so hard that blood started to trickle from her mouth.
Kassidy: Let's make one thing clear, the only person Harvey makes looks stupid, is Harvey. His new look, his next shortest title reign, his ineptitude to follow through with action. He is going to lose against Wrex and after that maybe beat up wrex in anger because he is the true bad guy.
Heather looks dead into Kassidy’s eyes as she wipes the blood from her mouth slowly, leaving a streak of blood on the top of her forearm.
