PKA: "Hey, sup? Thought you'd never see me again did you America? Well, turns out that the coffin that Necron put me in, was uh, not very high quality, I busted out very..very easily. That little punk, he had better be grateful that he isn't here now, or I'd...ooo, forget it. I have OTHER things to think about now, like being here, in the XCW, working for a new man, actually, a friend of mind I've known for some time now..but that isn't the point of me speaking here today, I am told that I have a match with the Ringmaster, excuse me? Let's break down that name shall we? Ring, the thing we all fight in, four corners, ropes, mat, turnbuckle, he rules that? Sh*t.., Master, obviously, it means you are the best at whatever it is you do, the main man, the top dog, the high commander, HA! Put 'em together you got the Ringmaster, his name, what a shock. Its not every day you find someone who is so damn cocky that they don't just brag about how damn good they are , but they have to make their ring name as cocky as their attitude! That's just plain messed up, big time! I've learned from my past not to even bother worrying to much about cocky people, they are just punks who think they are all that, but fall short in the end of it all. They lose, simply put. Its the truth! There ain't a damn thing the Ringmaster is going to be able to do to take me out, he has never seen me wrestle, and if he has, hell good for him I hope he is a fan. Fan or no fan, he is my opponent, and the guy that I gotta beat in order to remain undefeated here. "

PKA: "I think I've seen this guy wrestle before, under a different name though..I'm not sure what the name change is all about, did he suddenly feel fruity and want to put make up on? Hmm, did he suddenly realize that stupidity is his middle name?, and that figured why not confess it? Hmm, or is it that he just has no clue in what he is doing in his wrestling career and just wants to try to find some stupid ass gimmick that will work BUT NEVER WILL?! I think, ding ding, WHAT DO I WIN JOHNNY?! (laughing), MasterRing, err, yeah, RingMaster, Ring-the mat, where you get the 1..2..3, Master, I am that, not you, I am the supreme man over you, get it straight, if you don't start showing signs that you are better than me, then I am your master, I am, the RingMaster! C'mon mister mask, c'mon mister Paint, count with me homes, uno..dos..tres! Tell me boy, does that make sense?"

PKA pauses, and smiles, chuckling a bit too, and looks back at the camera, to speak once more...

PKA: "Of course it doesn't..you're too damn retarded to figure it out! If you think for one second that you are gonna beat me, I really, really feel for ya dawg...See, this match is an ANYTHING GOES MATCH. That means I can take you from the ring, where you are supposed to be your best, to the backstage, to the consession stands, to the parking lot, to the dumpster, to the ticket booth, hell, to the street, to the houses down the street..the McDonald's, the Wendy's, maybe to the Doctor too, cause you are gonna be hurtin' REAAAAL bad after our match. I'm not too sure on your match history, but if you don't know how to wrestle in an anything goes match, where anything CAN HAPPEN, and most likely WILL, then you should hit the books Ringster, before the books hit you..."

PKA starts laughing to himself, as he lifts the magazine, and starts reading it again, and he leans back and puts his feet on the coffee table. The scene fades to black.