Archangel Finds Bliss: Temptation

Into the Inferno

The stage was set. The demonic structure known as Hell in a Cell suspended above the ring and the Archangel marvelled at the sight above him as the WWE Universe cheered and roared for the winged Superstar, clutching the ropes of the structure as he toured the underside of the 20-foot crimson structure. Grabbing a microphone as he walked around the ring, a cocky smile came upon the Archangel's face as he took a gaze out the WWE Universe as Adam Pearce stood at the head of the desk, ready to officiate the contract signing between King Corbin and Archangel for their Hell in a Cell match.

Pearce: Gentlemen. This contract has been looked over, you have both reviewed this contract and everything is in order. With that being said, King Corbin, Archangel, will you please sign the contract?

Taking the contract from Adam Pearce, the Archangel grabbed the binder, but not before Corbin took a seat on the throne with his army of porters and Chad Gable behind him.

Corbin: Yes, in fact, I do! First off, when you talk to me, you should address me as "Your Majesty"! Secondly, You don't deserve to face me! Least of all, locked inside the cell! You have done nothing to deserve an opportunity against the King. But, it is my duty. So, on Sunday I will humble you before me!

Archangel: A week ago, I laid down a challenge to you... the false King upon the throne. And now, in less than 72 hours, I will be locked inside the maniacal structure that many of the Superstars backstage have claimed: "has the ability to rip a man's soul apart"... perhaps for mortal men, yes, but not for the likes of me! You say you are going to humble me, Corbin, I am amused by what you think... You've been called the Lone Wolf, the Constable, a "Super Tough Dude"? But I will paraphrase the great man who gave you that moniker!

As the "STD" chants continued to hail onto Corbin, the King of the Ring raised his head in exasperation and pointing his finger as he got stood, enraged

Corbin: Don't you-

Archangel: It doesn't matter what your name is!

The crowd chanted for the Celestial Superstar as he stared down the King and his porters as they reacted, disgusted by the Archangel's crude behaviour towards King Corbin

Archangel: But fret not, Corbin. You will go down in history... you'll go down as another one of the many conquests of the Archangel!

Corbin: No. I will not. I am THE KING! When the match is over, I guarantee, I will walk away victorious and your head will be delivered to me on a PLATTER!

Grabbing the contract, his majesty grabbed the document and document and signed it. Holding it out to the Archangel, he dropped the leather binder before the Archangel could grab it as a sign of disrespect. Flipping open the contract while the porters applauded their King, parading his "grandeur" before the audience, the Herald from High grabbed the contract and signed on the dotted line before picking up the microphone once again.

Archangel: You know, just because we signed the contract, doesn't mean we can't give the people, their money's worth!

Tucking away his wings with a shrug of his shoulders and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, the Archangel stared down Corbin once again as the porters rushed to guard their monarch

Pearce: No, no, no! Gentlemen, gentlemen, this is NOT breaking down into a war!

Corbin: Yes, finally! Someone who understands the duty of obeying the King! But, I'll tell you what, if all these idiots here tonight want to see a match so badly, I accept that challenge... on behalf of Shorty G!