On his way to the ring...

[The Immortal Arkken]

The Immortal Arkken is seen walking backstage with purpose, Immacolata close behind him. He is wearing his full wrestling gear, obviously ready for his match.

Arkken: I cannot believe it has come to this. We had all of it, Tata.

Immacolata: Don't you call me that, you old fool!

Arkken: Why did I ever say he could challenge me if he beat you?

Immacolata: It's that big mouth of yours; never stops running.

Arkken: I know. Why did I go out there and demand a title shot, by the way? Had I been drinking?

Immacolata: Maybe you should've been.

The man puts his hands together and starts rolling his wrists up and down as he walks.

Arkken: I guess I won't be buying Warwick Castle after all...

Immacolata: Stay grounded. It's not like you'll go poor. I will.

Arkken: Well you simply had to beat him at the Pay-per-View.

Immacolata: Well you simply have to beat him now. Although, since I couldn't win, there is no way you will.

Arkken: Oh? Do you presume to be my superior? You are indeed my daughter... nevertheless, I might win.

Immacolata: He might slip and hit his head.

Arkken: Ye of little faith. If I can lock on the Coffin, he will have to tap. I have been working day and night on it. It kills.

His daughter does not look impressed. They have finally arrived at the curtains, the only barrier separating them from the arena.

Immacolata: At least this episode will be over. Maybe now I can finally focus on getting some gold.

Arkken: Maybe we can get some gold...

He closes his eyes and bows his head, breathing deeply. Immacolata rolls her eyes and gives him a good shove, sending him out into the arena for his match.