The scene opens inside of PKA's home in Wichita, Kansas. He is seen lying in a bed. On the table beside the bed, a pile of kleenex sit. PKA sniffles a few times and starts to cough. Ash walks in with some hot tea and sits on the bed. PKA sits up and takes a drink. It smooths his throat and PKA thanks Ash for it.

"You know, you are in no shape to be wrestling this week."

"I know that, but its what I am going to do, because I have a stupid ass title match."

PKA begins to cough, interupting his speach.

"But I will fight for that damn title, its important to me. It shows that I am at the top of my game and that I am second best in the entire fed. Speaking of bests, period, did you see who won the World Title at Malice?"

"Ra-

"Rammer's ass! Oh my god that's the biggest joke I've heard all week when someone told me he won. I wasn't watching the match because I was too busy trying to get out of that body bag damnit, but that was crazy. And speaking of the body bag, who the hell put has the guts to shove us into one?"

"Obviously someone that doesn't buy big enough body bags, we were crammed in there tight!"

PKA gives Ash a retarded sort of look. He sniffles, and shakes his head before speaking again.

"Well..okay, anyways, I'm talking about who is crazy enough to do that because do they realize that they just made a big mistake? I don't know why whoever did that, did it for, but I will find out. But before I find out who did that, I'm gonna have to get ready for my match against Shadow Law for my Intercontinental Championship."

"Don't you mean International Championship, PKA?"

"Ooooh right yeah you got a point there, see I just saw Shadow Law's promo there (Pointing to TV across the room) and he kept saying IC and Intercontinental Championship. Hey the guy thinks this is WWE or something, doesn't he? The title I have is the International Title. How the hell does he plan on beating me if he can't even figure out what title he's fighting for? Obviously it doesn't mean that much to him, otherwise he would had paid more attention to his opponent, and his goal. I can tell that he has his mind on other things and that's just fine, we can call this thing off if that's what he wants. Afterall he won't get an IC Title shot like he wants, so why bother with a measly little International Title? He wants the InterCONTINENTAL, plus I'm sick, so it'd be great for both of us. He can worry about bricks getting chugged at his ass while I cure whatever the hell I got."

"Its a cold, PKA."

"Whatever, it sucks! But you know what else sucks, well beside Shadow Law?"

"What's that?"

"Not having a sponsor yet for a "My Time" Segment on Malice. I think I have an idea for getting a sponsor, and it'll go down on Malice if I got the energy."

"If you have the energy to wrestle Shadow Law, you surely will have enough energy to do whatever you're talking about."

"Good point. But trust me, the main thing I'm concentrating on is Shadow Law. I proved last week that I'm a fighting champion when I beat Deidre in that Table Match. Even when Mr.Crack interveined I put on the Grade A Assault on his ass! Shadow Law doesn't pose a threat at all, not even If I'm under the weather. If he wants to feel like he has this under control then fine, he can do just that. But when we get into the ring with each other and lock up the only thing that's going to matter is how damn good I perform once again. I'll show everyone that I am always on my "A" Game even whem I'm sick. That guy had better be prepared, because I am not letting my title get away from me like I made the mistake of back in the WoW and the European Title. Ain't nobody gonna stop me from rising higher and higher in this joint. I'm gonna keep on rollin' to the top! Hey, now that's the Perfect Truth. You don't get much betta than that!"

PKA starts to cough and takes another drink of his hot tea as the scene fades to black.