Scene opens in PKA and Ash's hometown of Wichita, Kansas, inside of their home on the South Side. Ash grabs a paper out of the fax machine and looks it over. She keeps reading while she turns around and begins to walk down the hall towards the bathroom where PKA is. She walks there and stops beside the door where PKA is seen standing in front of the sink brushing his teeth. He rinses his mouth and whipes it off on a towel. He walks over to Ash.

"What's that baby?"

Ash, still reading it, finishes up and a second later looks up at PKA.

"Its a fax from NWO Executives."

Ash hands him the paper. PKA looks down at it in his hands.

"What's it about?"

"Take a look. Part of it is the card for this week's Malice, but the second part, well...take a look.."

PKA sees his match for this week against Deidre in a Table match.

"Oh hell no, I have to fight that bitch again?"

PKA looks up at Ash who stands there nodding.

"I don't understand why but, yes that's what it says. Look closer at what kind of a match it is."

"Whoa, table match! Well, at least its a little different from the last, because of that. I'll be defending by title against her, but what has she done to deserve a shot? She didn't win Gladiator, she didn't even come close. She never had a chance at beating me two weeks ago, and she never even deserved THAT shot that she got. So..I wonder why she gets all these shots at the International Title if she's just gonna keep losing. Think about it, when was the last time she won a match? If I'm correct, which hell I'm perfection, so I must be. She hasn't won a match since she won the Television Title. Then she lost it to Rammer, of all people. Then she loses to me FOR the International title. She totally bombs in Gladiator, and then this week she has a shot at the second ranked title in the whole company? Oh good grief, gimme a break. Who do you have to sleep with around here to get ahead? Obviously she has found that secret out!"

Ash grins, and then shakes her head back and forth. She walks over to PKA and puts her arms around him, looking out from behind the side of his right arm down at the paper, and at times back up at him.

"Well, I sure hope you don't try to find that out, because you have me."

PKA smiles.

"Ah, don't worry about that. There is nobody in this world that I'd want other than you."

They smile at one another and then PKA kisses Ash. They pull away and Ash points at the paper.

"Look at the bottom of that."

"What the hell? No Funding?!"

PKA sees the paper and it claims that his "My Time" segment needs a sponsor and has to be discontinued because of lack of money.

"Oh hell, this is bullshit. Ash, we need to find a sponsor of some sorts, because I want this segment to continue."

"I'm sure someone will agree to sponsor your segment."

"Yeah, that'd be good. But you know, if I didn't have to waist my time with some stupid people like Deidre during the show, I could use that spair time to have my segment but noo, damn NWO needs me to have a sponsor because I'm using their air time. That's a crock of shit, Ash. I'm the f(BLEEP)'n International Champion. This is not fair."

"Don't go mad over it, we'll figure something out, as always."

"Alright. So, I have to go up to Canada AGAIN for Malice? Whats up wit that? We were just in Canada, why don't NWO ever come here?"

Ash shrugs her shoulders.

"I mean it wouldn't exactly be a big showcase if there were matches like PKA versus Deidre but at least I'd be in my hometown. Maybe if NWO could book me against someone other than a chick I could get some credit around here. You know last week at Gladiator I think I heard some people talking about me behind my back about how I beat a girl to win my title. They were saying how I wasn't a real champion, and I won't have my title for long. That's uncool, because I WILL have my title for a long time."

PKA and Ash begin to walk into the living room, where then the procede on into the kitchen.

"This isn't going to be like my WoW European Title reigns, its going to be a long, drawn out title reign that will go down into the record books. I will defend my title against all comers, and I will keep my title for the longest time possible."

"Good plan, I like it."

PKA grabs a water out for him and Ash from the refrigerator.

"Thanks."

"I gotta keep healthy. But I don't even feel like working out this week, although I should. I didn't work out in my last match against Deidre, but I think it showed some. I didn't win Gladiator, so maybe its taking its toll. I think I'm going to go up to the Health Club later this week, wanna come?"

Ash gives him a look unpleasently.

"And just what are you implying? That I'm out of shape?"

"Ohh! No, no way Ash. You're just fine the way you are. I didn't want to leave you here with nothing to do. I-"

-"Its okay, I was kidding. Sure, I'd love to go. Besides, I'm gonna get a little revenge on Deidre for that shot she gave me with the brass knuckles."

"Ahh just think, this Sunday another Perfect match takes place, as I defeat Deidre for the SECOND time in a row. And Deidre, can definately bet her ass on that."

With that said, the scene fades to black.