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Post by The Immortal Arkken on Jun 6, 2012 22:34:53 GMT -4
The Immortal Arkken is seen entering the locker room with the World Heavyweight Championship draped over his left shoulder. He looks at the wrestlers present and goes up to one.
Arkken: Hey. I've got a match against Gentry tonight and a mystery opponent. I wouldn't mind having you by my side.
The wrestler frowns and appraises the champion.
Wrestler: Ditched the crutches? Smart move, but I'm not going up against Gentry with an injured partner.
Annoyed, Arkken moves on to the next guy.
Arkken: How would you like to be in the main event, partner?
Jobber: With you watching my back? Thanks, but when I wanna get stabbed, I'll go to the sauna.
Arkken: Oh, come on! I'm the freaking World Heavyweight Champion.
He looks around once more, spots Undertaker and walks up to him.
Arkken: You. I like your attitude. Plus, I can't stand that Immacolata gal either. Want to make a name for yourself?
Undertaker stares at the champion, finishes tying his boot and leaves. Arkken can hardly believe it. He calls out to the room.
Arkken: Think about it, peons! If you pin Gentry, that means you are better than the number one contender! You could get a shot at the World Heavyweight Champion! The injured champion!
He waits, but receives no response. He shakes his head and walks to the door.
Arkken: I will show you lowborn fools how it is done around here. I will show you why I, above all others, am your champion!
He walks out of the room, seething.
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