Clerk: That'll be $7.50.
PKA pulls out the money and pays with a Ten dollar bill. The Clerk gives PKA his money he is intitled to and bags the products. He looks up at the three people, scanning them, trying to figure out where he knows them from, and it hits!
Clerk: Hey, I know you, you're those wrastlers from IN dubul-ya Oh! Yer PK right? Ashy, and Andy Payne!
The trio look back at each other, trying not to laugh, but at the same time being offended by the teen's idiocracy.
PKA: Actually I'm PKA, this is Adam Payne, and she's Ash. You watch nWo?
Clerk: Sometimes, not a lot that stuff is kinda dumb at times but I try. Ain't you fightin' dis week for dem Tag Team Titles dere?
PKA: That's right, Christian Wright and Weltmeister.
Ash: Who do you think is going to win, kid?
Clerk: Well to be honest Weltmeiser is real strong there and Christin Wright's pretty damn insane. . . I think Weltmeiser and Christin will beat yer asses!
Adam Payne: What the hell!?
PKA: Really man, are you stupid or .. nevermind.
Ash: You should really rethink that decision, and I am telling you don't make any bets on my boys losing that match.
Adam Payne: Yeah you stupid ass hick! Do you see these muscles? Do you realize the pain I can put on anyone who desides to go against me?! You are going against me if you say that we're going to lose and that don't sit well with me damnit!
The kid doesn't know what to say! He is shocked but at the same time dumbfounded..
PKA: It Don't sit well with him.. no it doesn't.
Ash: If I were you, I'd tell them you made a mistake.
PKA: A Mistake!
Clerk: Uhm alright I uh well-
Adam reaches over the counter and grabs him by his yellow-stained work shirt and pulls him forward.
Adam Payne: YOU MADE A MISTAKE! WE WILL WIN AND YOU KNOW IT! SAY IT! SAY IT! SAY IT!!!! Kid do you want me to rip your fuckin' greasy ass hair out of your scalp?! Do you want me to take your face and put more scars on it than those pimples could ever create?! I'll do it!
The kid looks like he just shit his pants!
Clerk: OKAY!!! OKAY!!!
Adam releases him.
PKA: What's up?
Clerk: YOU GUYS WILL WIN! YOU WILL KICK WELTMEISER AND CHRISTIN'S ASSESES! I know it! Kick their asseses all over that there ring and win the match and the belts!!! I know you can! I was jus' kiddin' ya know?! I'm sorry, thanks for stoppin' here please come again!
Ash: Do you really mean that? Ahh, what a sweet boy.
PKA: Yeah you're not such a bad person afterall, the first decent person in Tennessee we've met. See ya around.
They walk out, PKA carrying the bag. The kid sighs with releif. We fade to the Trio outside going towards PKA's Red Hummer.
PKA: I don't get it, why was he so bent outta shape?
Adam Payne: He acted like he was gonna piss his pants or something.
Ash: Damn, I hate Tennessee already, and too bad, we have to stay here for another day or two.
They enter the car, PKA in the driver's position, Ash next to him, Adam in the back.
PKA: Well taking on Weltmeiser, as that kid put it, and Christin Wright..
Ash: He had some speech disorder I think..
PKA: Well whatever, taking on those two is gonna be simple, easy, and fast. They're more worried about each other than they are winning the Tag Team Titles or about what Adam and I are gonna do to them.
Adam Payne: Christian has too much going on in his life, he's insane, he's out of it. He'd be better off losing than winning because winning the Tag belts would just give him more to worry about.
PKA: And Weltmeister is worrying more about the past, Darren is worried about WoW taking over the nWo, people need to chill and just calm down. Us winning the Tag Team Titles would be the best thing to happen to the both of our opponents.
Ash: No disagreement on that. None at all.
PKA starts the car, and they take off down the dirt road, on the way to the interstate highway as the scene fades to black.