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Post by The Immortal Arkken on Apr 29, 2012 14:45:21 GMT -4
The camera shows the challenger to the World Heavyweight Championship, Arkken, standing next to the most unlikely backstage interviewer, Caleb.
Caleb: Uh... my guest at this hour of... I don't have a watch. Anyway, it's Arkken, The Immortal Arkken, as the announcer calls him, and he'll be facing Semag Denim this Friday? For the world championship. Right?
Arkken: That is correct, Caleb. It will be the longest, most physically demanding match in the history of this company, and it will feature its two top stars trying to outmaneuver each other. A match for the ages.
Caleb: I've kind of noticed that, recently, you haven't talked down the champ as much as you used to. What gives? I don't care, but someone told me to ask that.
Arkken: A wise individual, no doubt. You see, I used to think that Semag was responsible for what happened to Black Spirit, because he had the most to gain. I still think he gained the most by his former partner's absence, but I am now certain that he had nothing to do with it.
Caleb: 'Cause he's such a nice guy and he sits in the crowd all the time?
Arkken: No, that's just his act. I stopped accusing Semag because the real culprit popped up clear as day. An individual so crazy, so nutty, so undeniably insane that he makes Wicked Clown look like Ronald McDonald. Who would run that kind of experiment on our beloved BS?
Caleb: Yeah, who would?
Arkken: I'll let you work that out for yourself.
Caleb: Uh... okay. You also said something about the match being, like, physical, right?
Arkken: I certainly did.
Caleb: When I spoke to the champ, he was working out to get ready for the match. Don't you work out?
The challenger throws something white out of the frame, possibly a towel.
Arkken: I don't need to work out more than I usually do, actually. I am always in top physical shape, always ready for the next challenge. That's the kind of championship material this company needs.
Caleb: Sure.
Arkken: You don't sound convinced.
Caleb: I remember that you wanted Morty to win. You said he was the best announcer.
Arkken: And here you are, while Morty is still sitting at the announce table.
Caleb: I don't want to be sitting there. I want to go home.
Arkken: And yet here you are.
The two men stare at each other for a moment before the challenger speaks again.
Arkken: It's not about what you want, Caleb. An emo kid like you should know that. It's about what you deserve, based on what you can do. I can get that World Heavyweight Championship belt...
He pauses.
Arkken: I have been saying those words a lot recently. Quite a mouthful.
He clears his throat.
Arkken: I can get that belt away from Semag, and I will be a deserving champion. I will be the embodiment of this new era in eXcess. I will be the Total Champion.
He walks away, bending to pick up something as he goes.
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