The scene opens in a gym, where many people are working out, doing their exersises. One fat lady with black tight pants on is running her ass off on a Tredmill, and looks like she is about to pass out...PKA passes by, and looks at her with an odd look on his face.

PKA: "Eww, that sucks."

PKA continues walking with his gym bag in hand, and sees some other people there, some lifting weights, others trying their damndest to get a good body.

PKA: "If only everyone had the body that I have, hell, there would be world peace! Its too bad everyone else isn't blessed with my..tremendous looks!"

PKA smiles, as he checks him self out, others look on, with confused looks on their faces. PKA gets embarrassed, and continues walking this time at a faster pase.

PKA: "What are they laughing at? Heh, they're just jealous I guess..They are ugly, and I'm not! At least most of my fans are decent looking, too bad my coworkers can't be. There are some freaky people in XCW. Like Death, and Mind Freak. One dresses like a goth dude, the other has some paint on his face, obviously hiding the hidiousness. Hey, now that I think of it, so does Ringmaster. I bet he is absolutely, amazingly, astonishingly, AWEFUL looking! That's why he wears the paint. Now that I think of it, there was someone here that I recognized from somewhere else but I can't recall where...her name is May, I just don't remember her being in any other fed..oh well, OH! Hooters, that's right..I.."

A sweaty chick walks up, in fact, the fat one from the tredmill, she wants his autograph!

Fat Sweaty Tredmill Chick: "Well hello there sweaty pie, I know who yooouu are! You're that fella from the Dubya "O" Dubya' aren't ya? The Worldwide Online Wrestlin'"

PKA: "Actually si..lady, ma'am, uh, anyways, that fed closed. I now wrestle in Xtreme Championship Wrestling."

PKA tries not to breath in the horid fumes she is letting off from her sweat, and he tries to get this conversation over quick! He tries to talk but the smell is to much!

PKA: "Is there...well can...I got to go bye!!!"

PKA drops his duffle bag and bursts out of the gym..he stands there now on the sidewalk, and leans against the side of the building breathing heavily.

PKA: "Wow, that was close.."

Suddenly, the door opens and there is the woman, PKA jumps when he hears her voice!

Fat Sweaty Tredmill Chick: "HEY HEEEEEYYYYY!!!!"

PKA: "AHH! Oh...you, ...wha..what do you want now??!"

She hands him his duffle bag..

Fat Sweaty Tredmill Chick: "Here, you left this inside. I'm sorry to cause you so much, trouble."

PKA: "Its okay, really.

PKA rolls his eyes, and gets an idea. He pulls out a photograph promo picture of himself, autographs it, and gives it to the fat sweaty tredmill chick. She smiles with delight as PKA has worried eyes.

PKA: "Yeah well, I have to go, good luck with uh, your thing you do."

PKA starts on down the sidewalk looking over his shoulder occassionally. He walks a ways until he finds a park bench.

PKA: "DAMN, what in the hell is up with that? I try to go out to work out, but hell no I can't without getting trapped by some fat ugly sweaty chick on a tredmill! She looks bad enough on the tredmill working out, but damn, up close, ewww... But I know one thing, she isn't half as bad, well maybe I take that back, but to prove a point The Ringmaster is going to look just as bad as her after Monday. Now given, she is pretty damn fat, and ugly, eww, and she smells, but I wonder if the Ringmaster knows what burning flesh smells like? I wonder if he knows what going through a table will do to him? I wonder...well, soon enough he is gonna know a whole lot more if he doesn't already, because I will make a sure fire point that he loses that match. Obviously, he should go to the gym, or at least he will eventually need to. Not only will he need to go to the gym to work out of his injuries from this Monday on Exertion, but he is probably gonna need to burn some of them calleries he picks up from the pop and chips, damn, he really knows how to eat right! See, at least I make an attempt to go work out, all he cares about is going shopping and eating junk food! He won't win a match against me with a flabby body, with no muscle, with no charisma, he is gonna have to start eating right otherwise he is gonna get trampled. I mean, c'mon, I look at myself, then I look at him, and I see two very different men. Me, I'm 20-20 in the arms, 30-30 in the chest, and hell, I got the best damn abs you'll ever see! Ringmaster is nothing compared to me.

???: "Is that right?"

PKA twinches, getting surprised by the little old lady sitting next to him on the bench.

PKA: "Oh hi, sorry I didn't know anyone was here.."

Little old Lady: "Then who ya talkin' to sonny?"

PKA: "Oh, I was just thinking out loud is all, ya know I seem to do that a lot.hmm. See, I'm a professional Wrestler, and I have a match with this guy who wares face paint and has a mouth of a twelve year old."

Little Old Lady: "Oooh myy, why is he like that?"

PKA: "Actually, I have no clue. That , is a riddle. See, I know I can beat him but I'm a little scared of what could happen at the end. I could get charged with child abuse! Like I said, I think he has to be twelve years old with the way he talks and all. He thinks that he can just call me stuff in other languages, but of all languages SPANISH. He thinks I don't know what he said to me, but I do know very much, and that was flat out wrong."

Little Old Lady: "What..did..he ..sssay?"

PKA: "I don't think you would like to hear it, trust me, its bad. He thinks that this is all childs play.."

PKA laughs..

PKA: "See what I did there?, anyways, he thinks that its all a game, no realness, he thinks its just gonna be so easy. Yeah, maybe in his fantasy freak world, maybe in his twelve year old imagination it is, but not in real life. And didn't his mom tell him to never play with fire?..Like I said, its reality, and its not make believe, pretend your having a tea party, imagining you are just..playing around. Its not play time, this, is MY TIME. And this Monday at Regression, I teach that punk a lesson, that MY TIME is now, and that I am the better man, which is why I WILL win!"

The little old lady plugs her ears.

Little Old Lady: "Not soo loud, ya don't have ta' scream deary."

PKA: "Oh, my bad. Like I was saying, he is a joke, or wait, is he a riddle? Hmm, joke riddle, get it? HAha..ha..anywho, this Monday on Exertion, XCW's first show in a while, there is quite an impressive card. But there is nothing more impressive than the main event which features..TADA...ME! "Grade A" PKA! How sweet it is, my first ever main event match, and what's better is that its a Flaming Table Match! I've had my fair share of Hardcore matches, hell, this isn't hardcore, its BRUTAL! At least its going to be, for Ringmaster. But though, I bet I'll get a little banged up, but not as bad as Ringmaster. I'm not denying that he is a good wrestler, but he has never met "Grade A" PKA. Sure he held some stupid World Title and a few others, that's just because I wasn't there. If he wants to crack jokes about me being a freakin' egg..see what I did there? ..then fine, let him. Calling me a dairy product was so cheesy..see? see? (laughing), anyways, saying he is gonna scramble me, wrong, me saying his brain is a little scrambled, couldn't be more right! This guy must be mental, because he actually thinks that he has a shot and that he will beat me. Lady, I'm telling you he is insane. He is just so pinche estupido is all, yeah, I said it! But that don't make me a twelve year old. Afterall, could a twelve year old win the match Monday? I didn't think so, that's why I will be the winner, and you will find out why I call myself "Grade A" PKA! Because I am Amazing, Athletic, Absolutely ASTONISHING!, and Ringmaster, I am ALL..THAT!"

A bus comes to a screeching stop and the old lady gets up.

Little old Lady: "Well, this is my stop. Nice talking to you."

PKA: "Same here. Have a nice day."

PKA helps her to the bus, and he decides to ask..

PKA: "Hey, any chance you're on the same route of the Airport here?"

Bald Bus Driver: "Actually, I could take you down about two miles, that will get cha halfway there. I can't go any farther though."

PKA: "Aight, sweet."

PKA grabs his bag gets on the bus, and pays. He sits down next to the old lady, and the bus drives off. The scene fades to black.