Kicking off RAW with a No Disqualification rematch from Money in the Bank, the Archangel and Aleister Black went to war once again. With already 2 broken tables and an exhausted Aleister Black seated against the steel steps after being Irish whipped, the Archangel panted on his knees with a fist hammered into the mat in fatigue as Murphy came running down the ramp and clobbered the Archangel
The referee was taken aback and pleaded for him to stop, but the Juggernaut of 205 LIVE continued to hammer away at the Australian Celestial Superstar. Before laying him out with Murphy's Law and a mockery of the Archangel's Exodus before laughing at his handiwork as a split opened up across the Archangel's face
Aleister crawled up behind Murphy and struck him with the Black Mass as he crumpled to the ground before catching the pinfall on the Archangel. Shrugging off help as he was led backstage, he sat in the locker room with an ice pack over his head another on his stomach as the heat drew off his body. Aleister Black came out from the showers, fully dressed
Aleister: How you feeling, man?
Sighing, he pressed the ice pack further into the back of his head and chucked the other to Aleister
Wesley: Had worse days, had better days!
Stifling a chuckle as he zipped up his bag, the Anti-Hero sat in front of the Archangel on a steel chair with a solemn look on his face
Aleister: What the hell's with you and Murphy?
Wesley: What do you mean?
Aleister: I am a lot of things like my character, and I can tell when something is off!
Wesley: It's best you don't know, Aleister. You wear your demons on your skin, I wear mine to the ring on my back
Aleister: So the Archangel isn't as nice as he's meant to be!
Wesley: If there ever was an ornament for me, it's only fitting it should be a crown of thorns!
Aleister: Why would that fit you?
Wesley: One day, Aleister, my darkness will come out, and when it does, that crown will fit perfectly... but for now, Murphy's mine
Aleister: I don't know what the hell you're gonna do, but good luck!
Aleister walked out of the changing room as the Archangel sat sunken into the wooden cubicle. The television blaring as McIntyre clashed with the Monster Among Men and he nursed his back
Hunching forwards, he stood up and walked into the toilet. Staring at his face in the mirror with a fire. He traced his face with his eyes of what he used to be, before snarling and hurling the ice pack across and into the locker room as Andrade was taken aback by the flying object as Wesley stormed past Andrade and around, searching for Murphy, but was brought to a stop by Hunter
HHH: Alright, kid! You wanna go hunting for Murphy?
Wesley: You damn straight, Hunter! I don't give a damn if I have to lock you in another room or face you in a Buried Alive match, I'll stop at nothing to get my hands on that son a bitch!
HHH: Lucky for you, I can give you that!
Wesley: Then bring his ass to the ring, NOW!
HHH: Woah, Woah, Woah! Hold on to your pouch there, little joey!
The Archangel stared at the COO unamused, but with defiance as he squared up to the boss
Wesley: Fine! I want him one-on-one, next week!
HHH: No
Wesley: Are you here just to bide him time to escape?
HHH: He already did as you were icing yourself. Vince and him are working together
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Archangel Finds Bliss: Temptation
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