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Post by The Immortal Arkken on Aug 20, 2013 22:25:07 GMT -4
A silver BMW pulls into a parking spot and its motor stops running. The Immortal Arkken exits the vehicle, holding a duffle bag in one hand. He starts towards one of the doors leading to the arena when Immacolata walks up to him.
About time you showed up.
Miss me?
Don't start. You know we have a title defense tonight.
Arkken shrugs.
So? It's just the tag team titles.
She gets in his way.
Is that all they mean to you?
Don't you think we've... outgrown these by now? I could throw it in the trash for all I care. The only belt I'm interested in is the one for which I will be number one contender after defeating Black Spirit at...
She grabs him by the collar and shoves him against the nearby column.
What the hell?! Why do you care?
All you care about is the World Heavyweight Championship, uh? These belts are worthless to you?
Arkken tries to free himself, but Immacolata has quite the grip on him.
Well, obviously. It's the TAG TEAM TITLES. They were held by KPPK for God's sake!
She throws him into the side of an SVU. He stays on his feet, but barely.
The champion makes the belt, not the other way around. Holding the World Heavyweight Championship doesn't make you the best. It didn't make you the best, whatever you believed! It's competition that makes it mean anything. It's the title matches, the title holders; not the titles themselves. If I had the old Television Championship or any other belt, I would make it mean something. You think the tag team championships are worthless? Well, right now, they're only half worthless.
With a withering, pointed look, she leaves towards the arena. Arkken collects himself and, frowning, he follows.
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