Archangel Finds Bliss: Temptation

Southern Proud

SmackDown boomed from North Carolina this week as the Southern Proud Superstars were set to make their return and cut another promo. Both men were received strongly as they pulled into the arena and walked past the crowds chanting for them. Meanwhile, inside the building, the Archangel waited with Alexa running around with Nikki as she prepared for her match against Mandy Rose later

Seated on one of the steel chairs in the locker room as he greeted the Superstars as they strolled in, he laid back resting his head on the wooden cubicle in patience for the tag-team duo. As more Superstars piled in, along with the Revival and the more the Archangel slipped into a slumber, the male locker room snickered as they quietly picked the Archangel up and dragged his ass outside

Female Superstars and other members of staff watching as the boys pulled off the daring escapade. Positioning him in front of the stage, mere minutes before doors opened, they grabbed tins of whipped cream and a cooler full of water

Positioning him front and centre of the SmackDown stage, the Archangel slowly began to stir but failed to react in time as he jumped out of his seat and was met with cream to his face and a shower to his back, his face contorted into pain

Wesley: WHAT THE FUCK!?!

Roman: Welcome to SmackDown, kid!

Breathing heavily, the Archangel felt the cold water seep down and freeze him up

Wesley: Oh, shit, it's in my pants!

The boys of blue guffawed as they winged Australian jumped up and down, trying to get warm as he ripped off his shirt in an attempt to stop the liquid from freezing his upper torso while Alexa was trying her hardest not to laugh and the female locker room stared at the white tights as they advertised his growing bulge and they boys growing wary tried to shield the gaze cast over by the women

Wesley: Looks like you boys are the ones who're paying for it, huh?

Rolling their eyes, the Archangel marched past the men and women, shaking the excess water off of his face and pointed to the tag-team duo of Dash and Dawson, "You boys and I need to have a little chat later!"

The winged Superstar made his way backstage, drenched in water and with cream all over his face as it dripped off his face and onto his chest. Sneaking up behind him, he felt a pair of hands snake around his torso, hands that felt a little too big to be Alexa's. Only one person came in mind with the guts to do that...

Wesley: Amanda, let go of me!

Mandy: You need to get cleaned up! Luckily, I have a shower in my locker room!

Wesley: And I have one in mine!

Mandy: Perhaps, I can join you...

Wesley: Fuck off. Although, I know someone who would have even more fun shutting you up!

Alexa: YOU BITCH!

Scattering away from the irate Goddess, the Archangel cast a smile behind him as Alexa ran forward and Mandy ran away down the hall. Gripping the seething 5 foot 1 Goddess, he told her to save her energy for her match although

Wesley: But, you can get dirty too!

Holding her close, Alexa squealed as the cold water that clung to his body and whipped cream met her skin and attire. Wriggling around, the Archangel picked her up, unwilling to let her go as he pinned her against the wall and gave her a kiss on the lips

Alexa: Alright! I give up!

Wesley: As much as I want to let you free, I'm not accepting that right now!