Talking to the only Tudor around

[The Immortal Arkken]

Shawn: Are we on yet? I can't tell with your signals.

The "interviewer" is standing next to The Immortal Arkken, looking at the camera. The wrestler appears as if he has just bitten into a lemon.

Shawn: Thumbs up? Must mean we're on.

Arkken: I freaking hope so.

Shawn: Yeeeeee-haw! This is Shawn "Ladies Rider" Callaham and my guest is... you guys know The Ark, right?

Arkken: That would be The Imm...

Shawn: That's what I'm saying! So, quite a match tonight, uh? Father Versus Daughter! Lots of formers thrown in, nobody knows where. One thing's for sure, Imma wants to kick your ass. I guess I'm supposed to ask a question now?

Arkken looks dumbfounded, but manages to speak nonetheless.

Arkken: Yes, Immacolata, that orphan, the little girl that I raised into a grown, strong woman...

Shawn: That's how we like 'em!

Arkken: ...asked for that match and I couldn't be happier. Let her come!

Shawn: That's what she said!

Arkken: She has been meddling in my affairs for too long. She cost me the World Heavyweight Championship in the Elimination Chamber. Then she tricked me into destroying the original "The Execution of Lady Jane Grey"!

Shawn: You're losing my interest...

Shawn turns to look around for something of interest.

Arkken: Let me tell you what, Shawn. Lady Jane Grey is not dead. She lives, and, tonight, she is coming for Immacolata!

His head snaps back towards his guest.

Arkken: I am so glad that she is out of my life. I gave her everything, but it was not good enough for her.

Shawn: You were such a sugar daddy.

Arkken: I guess she never really had the constitution. She never had what it takes to break into high society. Only I could burst onto the scene!

Shawn: Hide your wife, hide your kids!

Arkken: I will always be a Tudor. That is something she cannot take from me. Always shall I drink at fame's ample bosom.

The wrestler looks at the interviewer after a couple of seconds.

Arkken: What, nothing?

Shawn: It's no fun when you're trying. This interview's over.

Shawn leaves as Arkken looks on. Then, the latter turns towards the camera.

Arkken: I created you, Imma. Tonight, I will rip you out, like some nasty tumor, and I will go on with my life as a Tudor, while you are left picking up the pieces of your broken existence.

He shoves the camera away and is seen turning a corner when it pans back in his direction.