The scene opens at a Restaurant in downtown Wichita, The Red Lobster. Adam Payne and Ash finish up their meal that they had stepped in to have and Payne pays for it. They walk out to the limo and the driver gets out to open the door. Just then, a large man, the one from the Van we saw last time, walks up.
Adam Payne: Yeah? Can I help you with something or are you just going to stand there?
Ash: . .Adam..
Man: What's wrong boy? Got ya panties in a bunch?
Adam gets up in his face. Adam's face is scrinched up, his eyes squinted, his brow wrinkled.
Adam Payne: What did you say!? I'd suggest you get the hell away from me or your ass is going to get fucked up!
Ash: ..Adam!
Ash tries to plead with Payne, to get him to lay off.
Ash: Sir, what do you want? To cause trouble? Please leave us alone.
Man: I just want what's mine.
Ash: Come again?
Man: This guy owes me money, and I want it now. If I don't get it now, he gets a beating that he'll wish never happened.
Adam starts to get a grin on his face, a cocky grin. He starts to laugh. He puts his head down, and his eyes up at the guy, pointng to himself...
Adam Payne: You are going to kick My ass? My ass?
Man: You obviously have no problem with hearing boy.
Adam backs up a little bit and puts his hands on his hips, laughing again, some more. He looks over to Ash.
Adam Payne: He-
Ash: Don't-
Adam Payne: He's lost his mind.
He turns towards the man again who stands there now ready to box.
Adam Payne: Unless you want to get your head bashed in, I suggest you get the hell out of here now!
Man: Oh, and what are you going to do to make me? Huh? You're just a little bitch!
At this time, Adam has hit boiling point, he's ready to assault the guy. Just then Ash notices a wire hanging out of the guys shirt, from his back. She screams out.
Ash: AHHHH!
They both turn to Ash.
Ash: OHHH! You jerk! You hit me!
Man: Is your girlfriend stupid or something?
Ash: Get away get away! Come on Adam!
She grabs him by his shirt and gets in the limo, pulling him with her. He stares at the guy and points to him and threatens him one last time. He shuts the door. The driver looks at the man who stands there.. he then rushes back to the Van as the Driver gets in the Limo.
Inside of the van..The door opens the the man gets in. The Detectives look on in curiousity.
Matt Stevens: 'The hell happened out there?
Man: I-I don't know.. the chick started to freak out and.. I don't know.
Misty Bradford: It didn't exactly go as planned.. but this was only one time. We have other shots, but we have to be more careful.
Matt Stevens: Wait.
Misty Bradford: What?
Detective Stevens reaches back behind the man and grabs the wire which was visible on the floor of the van. He holds it up to Misty and the man.
Misty Bradford: Oh...
Fade out.
We then go back to the home of PKA. He sits there on his Leather recliner chair and flips through the channels while drinking Gatorade. He reclines back and flips over to the NWO 24/7 Channel to only spot Quake's latest promo on their upcoming match on Malice. He listens in.
PKA: Oh damn, Quake, you are out of your mind. While in the hell are you promoting KFC in the freakin' dining room with everyone else there? Do you honestly think that you are a good spokesperson for Kentucky Fried Chicken? With you as their spokesman they should rename it to Killing Free Chickens because you're totally killing off any chance of chickens surviving in this world. They are killing themselves at the mere sight of you promoting KFC. They'd rather be killed than be eaten by people who are doing so because they saw your face! Do you get what I'm saying Quake? You are a discrace, an insult, and a damn big laugh that's had around the world. In fact, you should take after your fellow chickens and drop dead! I'm sick and tired of you going on and on about how we are a team and the Tag Team Champions! I'm sick of you thinking we actually are friends, well get a clue homie! This ain't gonna happen, we aren't friends and we won't be Tag Team Champs for very long if I have anything to do about it. You should listen to your slob of a friend there and realize that you are just talking a lot of bullshit. You have triggered something Quake, and that something is me wanting to bash your head in so freakin' badly that you can't even talk anymore. GAWD I'm tired of you!
PKA stands up and puts his Gatorade down. He puts his hands on his hips and paces around a few times. He stops and looks up at the television some more, listening and watching Quake's promo.
PKA: Where does he get the stupid ass idea that I'm helping him out? Quake!!! Damn him, I should make him see what helping each other is all about on Malice.. possibly I'll help him in the ring after I pound his head on the baracade. Then I'll help him up on the turnbuckle and help him back down on the mat with a Super P-Krusher. I'll then help his ass get another loss like he deserves and pin him for the three count. And after that, I'll help him see his own blood when I bash his head open with any near weapon. I'll then call for help from the back and have the paramedics run down and assist him backstage. I may even call his family and let them know how helpful I can be and actually was. I'm sure Quake'd like that.
PKA continues to listen. He watches as Quake gets to the office building, and meets up with Mr. SCARD. He continues to listen as well as comment.
PKA: What the hell? Of course Adam wants to still be my partner, why wouldn't he? And what's with him talking about Ash screwing his brains out.. She.. she's loyal, as is Adam.. ... I know it. And where in the hell does Quake get off by saying shit like that?! And yeah, I'm off the ropes, and I'm also off the top rope and out of control and Ultra F'n Violent! Quake'll see the reason why I made all of my matches No DQ. He got lucky last week as for some reason that stipulation wasn't in effect, but this week it is. Quake doesn't get the fact that he's just not in my league and in fact he is way below me. Well he'll be a lot more under me after Malice because his ass is going to get beat on until there ain't no life left in him. He'll then be buried and I will had rid the NWO and WoW of Quake for good. No facing Weltmeister for the NWO Title.. no being the crappy as TV Champ, no more wishing he could be PKA, its all over. Quake, let me promise you that you will never ever want to face me again after what I do to you on Malice. Sure, in the past couple of weeks I have been easy on you but that's because of issues out of my control in my personal life.. there are still problems going on but trust me I am clearing my mind of them as soon as I step into the arena for Malice, and when I get in that ring I will be there with a clear-head and know what exactly needs to be done.. and what I want to do.. in order to get revenge on you and finish you off. You can try to act like you're just scared shit less of me to get some money, but I will make you scared until you wet yourself not once but twice! You can some 80 Million Dollars by getting your ass handed to you, that's fine by me, but you won't get it because you simply WON'T beat me 1..2..3.
PKA sits down with Gatorade in hand. He takes a big drink of it, then continues.
PKA: But you know what Quake? I'm sick and tired of listening to you go on and on. I'm going to take a break now, catch a bite to eat, get some air. Maybe you should do the same TV Champ, because its obvious you have your head too far up your ass to realize how much pain and agony I will put you through on Malice because of the stupidity that you bring forth each and every week with your promos and your matches. Don't be fooled into thinking that you have a chance. Don't you get it Quake? Your time is up.
PKA gets up from the chair and grabs the remote control. He turns the TV off and sets it on the table in front of him. He takes one last drink of his Gatorade which finishes it off. He walks over and tosses it in the trash can. "Grade A" PKA goes into his room and puts on a Hoody, then grabs his keys and heads out. Fade to black.