Having a lovely dinner

[The Immortal Arkken]

The screen shows several people eating at a rather upscale restaurant. The camera pans slowly to the left until we see The Immortal Arkken sitting at his own table. The next shot is from another angle, closer to the wrestler who was unsuccessful in his world title challenge at the previous Pay-per-View. He is eating chicken schnitzel with portobello mushrooms and apparently enjoying himself.

A waitress approaches his table.

Is everything to your satisfaction, sir?

Arkken looks up and nods pointedly.

Is there anything I can get you at this time?

Her customer shakes his head, seemingly satisfied with his current meal situation. The waitress looks around, then leans closer, putting her hands on the table as she does. The wrestler leans back a little and raises his eyebrows, surprised by this turn of events.

Now listen up. The last time you came here, you were rude to me, you didn't leave a tip and you got me in trouble with my manager. You're lucky I didn't spit in your food, or worse; he's been keeping a very close eye on me since then, and that was three months ago. I've about had it. He's going to come check on my service and you're going to say that it was just marvelous, or he'll fire me and I'll sue you, mister Big Shot Wrestler.

Arkken raises his hands in front of him, showing the waitress his palms, to assure her that everything will be fine.

Good. Enjoy your meal.

She leaves him looking nonplussed. He eventually shrugs and starts eating again.

Next, we see the store manager walking up to Arkken's table. The former champion looks up pleasantly.

How are you enjoying your meal so far?

Once again, the wrestler nods, and this time he manages to look even more satisfied than before. He even joins his right index and his thumb, raising his other three fingers, to show just how marvelous it is.

How would you rate the service you've received tonight, on a scale of one to five, one being...

Before the manager can finish, Arkken raises his right thumb, his head still bobbing up and head. He closes his eyes for a couple of seconds to intimate to the manager that it was incredibly excellent.

Sir, I need a number from one to five, one being the worst and five being the best.

Sighing, Arkken shows him all five fingers of his right hand, then looks at him enquiringly, hoping that was good enough for him.

Five, good. Would you say that, based on your visit tonight, you are not-at-all likely to come back, somewhat likely to come back...

Arkken throws back his head and looks to the ceiling, exasperated, his mouth hanging half open. He composes himself and starts rubbing his chin, pondering.

Sir, I will need an answer.

The wrestler's face brightens and he picks up the wine list. His index slides way down the list until it stops at the name of a presumably expensive wine. When he is certain the manager has seen what he wants, he gestures at the whole restaurant in a semi-circle to his own left.

Are you saying that you want to buy a bottle for everyone in the restaurant?

The manager is obviously confused, but Arkken simply nods.

You enjoyed our service so much that you want to buy one for everyone, is that what you are saying?

The wrestler signifies his agreement once more, hoping that there will soon be an end to this.

Alright then. Seventeen Domaine Ramonet Montrachet Grand Cru...

The manager walks away, his expression still perplexed. Arkken puts the wine list down and stares at what is left of his meal, wondering if it was worth it.

The waitress comes back with a grin on her face. She places a small leather folder on the table.

Will you be paying with a credit card tonight?

Arkken flips the folder open, sees the total on the bill and promptly covers his face with his hand.