Approached

[The Immortal Arkken]

The Immortal Arkken is seen pulling his bag out of the trunk of his black BMW. Before he can go anywhere, he is approached by a man in a suit.

Mister Arkken. I have a proposition for you.

The wrestler looks him over, wary.

I hope it's better than the last one I received.

Oh... did one of us already contact you?

Arkken frowns.

I don't think so. Just who are you exactly?

I'm an agent working on behalf of Tommy Bones.

Arkken sighs and rolls his eyes. He starts walking towards the arena, agent in tow.

Mister Bones would be interested in switching entry number with you, if your number is higher than his. He would make it worth your while.

The wrestler turns around and the agent only narrowly avoids bumping into him.

Worth my while, huh? I doubt it, but I can't say for sure until you tell me his number.

The agent wrings his hands.

Why don't you tell me your number?

I don't have time for this.

He turns back around and resumes walking.

Wait! Alright, this is his number.

Arkken waits for the agent to catch up, then takes a peak at the piece of paper. He snorts.

I don't know what my number is yet, but I sure hope it's higher than that! See you around.

He leaves. The agent looks crestfallen.

[Semag D'Nim]

(ooc: I'm just tagging on this one, since I know how space is for the show!)

The agent turns and sees Semag D"Nim walking past.

Agent: Hello there Mister D"Nim.

Semag pauses and his head slumps forward.

Semag: If you're calling me "Mister" this certainly can't be good.

Agent: Mr. Bones is trying to improve his position in the Battlefield of Honor match and is looking for someone to trade him spots. He says he'll be generous.

Semag lets out a loud laugh and starts walking away.

Semag: If he's as good as he thinks he is, he should trade with #1 and prove it.

He grins and leaves the agent looking rather frustrated.