The scene opens outside of Denver, Colorado, where XCW just held their first show "Exertion". Many people are gathering their gear together in order to get the first plane out of Denver onto Houston, or to get on their buses and drive down there. PKA walks out of the arena doors with a black duffle bag over his shoulder. He spits on the ground and then hears the sounds of screaming fans! He looks to his right and there are many fans on the other side of the fence. He decides to sign a couple autographs and walks over.
PKA: "Hi, what's your name?"
Girl: "Brianna, c..could you sign this paper for me please?"
PKA: "Sure, no problem."
PKA signs the girl's paper she has, and hands it to her. She smiles widely, and PKA smiles back being flattered. She runs off screaming in delight and PKA shakes his head in amazement, and continues.
PKA: "Who else?"
Dork: "YOU SUCK! Where are the REAL Stars?! I don't want your crappy autograph you stupid Grade F peice of Trash!"
PKA: "Oh realy, Grade F Huh? Well, at least I don't wear some stupid glasses like you, and have a hair style that blows more than Monica Lewinski!"
The crowd of people make an "ooooooh" sound and say things as "Crushed you!" and "HAHA!", etc...PKA laughs, and continues..
PKA: "But, who do you think is a better star in XCW Than "Grade A"..P..K.."
He interupts..
Dork: "ROD GAZINYA!"
PKA: "Excuse me? Nah bro ya got it all wrong. Not that little twirp. You think HE is better than Me? HA! What has he ever done in his wrestling car..wait, has he even had a full time wrestling career? All I know, is that he hung around the other Gazinya's in WoW, most notable Richard. He is nothing but someone else's shadow, he isn't a wrestler. Even if he was, what does he have on me?..AH! Nothin'!"
Dork: "He does, he does..he beat your ass earlier tonight. YEAH! I saw that, he kicked your ass and hit you with that Frog splash of his. What now..biiiaaa"
PKA interupts..
PKA: "Listen up you stupid punk, just because he hits me from behind, and lands his "Final Devistation" crap on me, doesn't mean jack! I've gotten that, by his uncle, or cousin, whatever the hell, Richard Gazinya before. And I'll tell ya what, judging by the way he does that move, he doesn't have much experience. That was totally sloppy, and with sloppy skills like that, he won't do much in the ring with PKA one on one. Now, think before you speak you stupid little.."
Once again, the DORK interupts Grade.
Dork: "It didn't look like it didn't hurt much! You were laying there, and meds had to come help you! HAHA You are a wuss!"
PKA is pissed...wouldn't you be? He responds..
PKA: "HEY! Why don't you shut the hell up? Huh? If you don't like me then why in the hell are you here still talking to me? The only reason those meds came down is because they thought I was injured. I wasn't badly hurt, look, I'm still standing right? Sure, my gut aches a little, but its probably just a regular stomach ache, nature calls right?"
The crowd, except the stupid ass annoying dork, laughs. PKA gets a chuckle in too, and continues to speak to the stupid ass dork.
PKA: "To prove that Rod can't harm me, to prove that he isn't the star you think he is, I will one day beat his ass. In fact, guess what? I requested a match with him for next week's show, and if faith is true, I'll get that match! Then we will see how the little Rod-man does when he is going up, face to face, man to man, one..on one with "Grade A" perfection. Won't we?"
Stupid Ass Annoying Dork: "OH SHUT UP! You won't beat him, you know it, shut up shut up shut up!"
The dork decides to leave, and walks up the hill towards his car. PKA continues to sign autographs.
PKA: "What the heck is wrong with him? I mean, doesn't he know that when your "Grade A", your the best? Sheesh, what a stupid dork. Ya'll know I could beat Rod if we have a match right?"
The crowd responds with a .."YEAH!" "WOO!"
PKA: "Thought so, I mean, it don't get much better than me."
PKA continues to sign some more autographs for the next couple minutes. After getting done, he grabs his bag, and gets into his rental car. He drives, drives, drives, location: Houston. The scene fades to black.