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Vs. Diedre (Int.Title) -:Record:- 1-1 |
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Dr: "Well, she is going to be just fine. She just suffered a minor cut, that's all. She has a head ache, and that can be cured with something as simple as Advil, or any other asprin."
PKA: "What about stitches? Will she need them?"
"It doesn't seem that way. The cut isn't that severe, but she is a little shaken up. She's waiting for you, in the room. But you know what.."
The doctor looks over his clipboard in his hand, flipping through papers.
"She is actually alright to leave, if you are ready to go. Just be sure to let us know if any problems come up dealing with the head injury, but I'm sure that its not going to be too serious."
"Yeah alright, thanks doctor."
PKA walks past the doctor and into the room Ash is in. She sits up on a bed, dressed in her attire she wore at Malice. They wear the same outfits, because after the show, PKA rushed Ash to the hospital for treatment after the shot to her head.
"Hi baby."
PKA wraps his hands around the back of Ash's head, and kisses her on the lips. He pulls up a chair and sits down, looking at her, examining the cut on her forehead.
"The doctor says its not serious, at least that's the assumption now. But if they are wrong I'll be damned if I'll let that stand. But I'm sure you'll be just fine, hopefully."
"Well you're really reassuring PKA."
PKA grabs her hand and starts to appologize but Ash just smiles..
"I'm kidding, I know you mean well. But damn, I have this splitting headache, its killing me!"
"I can't believe what happened, look I had no idea. Maybe you shouldn't go out to the ring with me anymore.."
"No, that's not the problem. I just need to look out for myself more, it was an accident, and it won't happen again. You won't let it, will you?"
"You best believe, AC Charisma is not gonna want to be in the arena next week, because I'm looking for him. And when I find his ass, I'm gonna teach him a lesson. I can't believe he hit you with those brass knuckles, how sick can a guy get? I thought he was supposed to be some sort of a nice guy and all, that little bitch has crossed the line."
"If anything, save some for me. I'd love to slap the spit out of that jerks mouth. How dare he..how dare he!"
PKA leans forward and embraces Ash, hugging her tightly.
"Don't worry, he'll regret it, trust me."
"If I have a scar from that shot, I'm going to be even angrier at him."
"Babe, if you get a scar, you won't be any different to me, you'll still be the beautiful woman I love."
Ash grabs PKA's arms and she backs away, now they look eye to eye. She smiles, and kisses him. After a few seconds of that, PKA says..
"Do you know we can get out of here if we want? What do you think?"
"Oh gawd yes, let's get the hell out of this place. Those florecent lights are giving me an even worse headache I think."
PKA and Ash both smile at each other, as PKA thinks to himself what a wonderful person she is. He grabs her hand, stands up, and she stands up as well. They walk out of the room and up to the front desk to sign out.
"Can you hand me that clipboard please? We're ready to leave."
The secretary turns around, in her chair, and looks at PKA. She smiles, and her chubby cheeks get chubbier. She reaches over and grabs the clipboard, and hands it to PKA on the counter. PKA starts to sign out for Ash, and hands it to her so she can sign her name. The doctor walks up that was treating Ash.
"So, like I said if anything seems out of the ordinary give me a call. If you can't reach me, make sure you get to a hospital. That wound doesn't look too serious, and should heal up within a few days, but you never know."
Ash signs the document.
"Thankyou doctor."
"We're gonna be heading out of Detroit by tomorrow morning, so we probably won't be around to call you anymore. See ya doc."
PKA grabs Ash's hand, and they walk off together. Ash pops in some gum in her mouth, and tosses the wrapper into the trash can before getting on the elevator. She smacks her gum, and fiddles with her hair with her free hand. As the door closes, and PKA pushes the button to go down to the first floor, she looks over at him.
"Thankyou for reacting the way you did. Its nice to know I have somebody who cares like you."
"Its nothing, I'd do anything for you. Trust me, I won't let this slide. On Malice next week, I'll have revenge for both of us and..don't worry, I'll save some for you too."
Ash smiles really wide, still smacking her gum and fiddling with her hair. She giggles and then hugs PKA.
"Thanks babe."
The scene fades out...
Scene opens back up as PKA and Ash get out of his rental car. PKA's cell phone rings, and he pulls it out of his pocket and answers.
"Hello?"
On the other end, Dick Gazinya.
Dick: "Hey man, its Dick. How's she doin'?"
PKA looks at Ash's wound on her forehead.
"Ah, she'll be fine. Just a little cut is all. She has a headache, though. Man I tell you, I'm gonna get my hands on that AC Charisma."
"Well, not if I get to him first."
"Come again?"
By this time, PKA and Ash have entered the Hotel, and are in the elevator.
"I have a match with that dick head at the next Malice."
"Whoa, man that's awesome. You gotta do a number on him for us. But hey, any idea who I face next week? I think I'll take some of the anger out on them ya know?"
PKA laughs. The elevator door opens, and they walk into the hallway.
"Yeah I hear ya. I think you're facing Deidre, for uh...the International Title..if I'm not mistaken."
"Oh really? Well then, that should be quite a match. I don't want people thinking I'm a woman beater and all but still, she's a pro wrestler, didn't ask to be put against her."
"I know. But hey I have to run, got some business to take care of."
"Alright man see ya."
They disconnect, and just as PKA turns off his cell and sticks it back into his pocket, they arrive at the hotel room. Room number 190, is where they are staying. PKA unlocks the door and lets Ash in. She walks in, he walks in behind her. PKA tosses the keys on the table and turns on the lamp. He sits down on the bed, and Ash sits beside him.
"So what was that all about?"
"That was Dick, just telling me some pretty interesting info."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"Well, it just so happens he goes one on one with AC Charisma, this Sunday on Malice."
"Wow, really?"
"Yeah really. I hope he does some damage to that punk, but you can bet I won't be far behind. But you know, I don't need to worry about AC Charisma this week, this week my worries...wait, worries? Nah that's the wrong word for my opponent this week. This week, I face Deidre, there's no worry there."
"Why the hell do you face Deidre?"
"Two words, International Title."
"Once again, why the hell do you face Deidre? Didn't she just LOSE her Television Title to Rammer last week?"
PKA stops to think a second, and realizes Ash is right. He looks at her in a confused way.
"What's up with that? Why does she get a International Title shot? Like you said she just lost her TV Title..some things I just can't explain. There has to be a logical explanation for this really there has to."
"Well, either way, you face her, and you need to beat her."
"Oh most definately, I got this one. The International Title will soon be mine, I can taste the sweetness of victory already. Its something that isn't far away at all. I may be coming off from a loss to Brian Graves, but damn c'mon, I had that match won until Mini-C showed up. But you know..that was then, that's in the past, it has already happened. I can't change the past, I can only play off of what happened. This Sunday, its the future. This Sunday, can be in my control, if I play the cards right with this match. There's a lot on the line here. Do you understand that Ash? I mean, this is a championship, a damn title. To wear the title, will mean you are different than all the rest in the fed...how? Well you're different because you are one of the few to hold a Championship. I'm gonna be one of those few, one of the proud, that holds a belt. You know, I'd hate to hide these wonderful abs with the Title around my waist, but...(PKA Smiles) I'm willing to make the sacrafice."
"You gotta do, what you gotta do."
Ash smiles as well, but sarcastically. PKA rolls his eyes and smiles back.
"Yeah well, its gonna happen trust me. There's more to the greatness in having that title though. Ya see, nobody else has ever held the nWo International Championship. That means, that if I win this, which I plan on doing mind you..I'll go down in the history of the nWo..the HALL OF FAME, as the first evvver International Champ. That'd be the best thing I've accomplished my whole career, and I'm not gonna let some chick ruin my plans for me. Uh, no offense, Ash. I'm just saying, Deidre isn't a match for me, girl or no girl. Look, she couldn't even beat Rammer, I mean, damn. Not that Rammer's not a good wrestler he's alright and all, but c'mon Deidre has some major problems on her hands. Problems like me, this Sunday, on Malice. That International Title is gonna look damn good around my waist, you'll see, and so will Deidre."
"Oh baby, I can't WAIT 'til you get that belt. Then, we will be on the fast track to more and more success than ever before. We will be noticed more often, we'll get more attention..hey, more money also."
"You can never go wrong with a little more money. Just think, what we could do with all that extra cash. I'm telling you Ash, this will be our ticket to bigger things, and we can't let ANYONE..get in our way. Not Deidre, not Ichabod, not BG, and especially not AC Charisma. If we play the cards right, I'll win. On Malice, we find out who the real Joker is, Deidre."
Ash smiles a devious smile, and then kisses PKA. They hug there on the bed, and quickly, the scene fades to black...
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The scene opens up inside of a local hospital in Detroit, Michigan. PKA stands in the lobby talking to the doctor wearing his same black JNCOS from Malice. He doesn't have his bandanna on, and he has put a white shirt on. He stands there with a doctor who wears a long white outfit of sorts. The doctor seems to be balding, with brown hair of whatever hair is left. We listen in to their conversation.