On the phone

[The Immortal Arkken]

The World Heavyweight Championship is nowhere in evidence as we see Arkken leaning against a wall backstage, holding a cellphone to his ear.

Arkken: I'm in no shape to compete, and it's your fault. Gentry's got no wits, yet you can't predict his moves?

He kicks a nearby trashcan; his free hand immediately flies to his back as he grimaces in pain.

Arkken: No, it's not Semag. Your old friend is behind this. Who? I guess you've made so many enemies over the years it's hard to keep track of them. Doesn't matter. What matters is that you have a plan for the Pay-per-View. Do not forget that I have been in TX since the first.

He reaches over and grabs his crutches.

Arkken: I have enough on my hands dealing with your vice GM. I don't need to worry about his pals too. This situation has made me very unhappy. Very unhappy, Ms. Poulter.

The champion ends the call and slips the phone inside one of his jacket's pockets. He then positions the crutches under his arms and starts walking-hopping down the hallway. Hans catches up to him.

Hans: Mister Arkken! May I ask you a few questions?

Without waiting for an answer, he turns to face the camera.

Hans: My guest at this time is the World Heavyweight Champion who nearly lost his title this Monday on TX Titanium. Some people feel that Mason Gentry's victory was legitim...

He turns to find Arkken gone. He looks around, but cannot find him.

Hans: I didn't know you could go so fast with crutches...