We open inside of a dark building. Gray, musty smoke fills the air as it floats along over the people. Very little light are present, except for over what looks to be a bar. We are in a Club of some sort. At a table sits two people, a man and a woman, Detectives Matt Stevens and Misty Bradford.
Matt Stevens: So what next? I think we should try again.
Misty Bradford: I'm sure they're onto us. That Ash seems to be one little miss know-it-all.. she probably figured the whole thing out. We need to be cautious about what our next move is.
Matt Stevens: Well if we get Adam Payne alone, it could work. It won't be a problem finding another hobo to do the job, this last guy enjoyed his pay-off.
Misty nods and takes a drink of her wine. She holds it up next to her face, elbow leaning on the table, as she speaks.
Misty Bradford: If we caught him off guard, to where he'd never even think twice about doing something to a guy of ours.. that could work.
Matt Stevens: It won't be easy though.
Misty Bradford: No it won't.
She takes another drink and sets it down on the table.
Misty Bradford: So, when do we go for it?
Matt Stevens: You know what.. I've got the perfect plan. You saw how him and his wrestler friend PKA weren't getting along at the airport, right?
Fade out...
In the home of PKA, he relaxes on the couch with his shoes kicked off and his feet up. About twenty minutes ago he ordered himself a pizza to be delivered, as he didn't exactly get to enjoy it much at Pizza Hut earlier that day. Its dark now, and the street lights are shining brightly into the window of PKA's home. He sits on his black leather couch watching another promo of Quake's. He just listens for a while. He doesn't say a word. But, as Quake continues, and the promo continues, PKA can't help but talk out loud on the co-holder to his Tag Team Championship.
PKA: So what he's been a little successful lately? There was a time when Adam and I ran this place when we first debuted. Even Quake felt the pain that Aggravated Assault could deliver to any unsuspecting victim, as did Shane Ryder. Quake just doesn't want to give up the fact that deep down inside he knows I can and will kick his ass once again just like I did a year ago, and just like I did when I returned. In fact, when Quake debuted in WoW last year, I was just returning, and if he had a good memory he'd recall that I interfered in that match, nailing a big leg drop on him which cost him the match he was in. Too bad, so sad. I then went on to beat The Quake One in singles action which is still eating away at him to this very day.
(Pause)
PKA: So what if he's been in a Malice Main Event? I was in the Main event of Malice on my second week back with Brian Graves! Not only then, but I have also appeared in a main event after that, and now, once again, here I am where I belong. I'll be in this main event, and unlike the first time back, I'll win it. He can call my insults 'lightweight', however he means that, but that's just a lil' mistake he's made out of hundreds of others. No matter if he's refering to me being lightweight, much smaller than him, and implying that I can't possibly get a pinfall over a man of his size.. or whether he's talking about how stupid and sorry my insults are. It makes no difference. Quake can pretend like I'm nothing compared to him, but he'll get a big wake up call come Malice. And to finish me off for good would be something near to impossible to accomplish. Sure, you're a big guy, we've already figured that one out, but I'm a fast, extreme, chaotic son of a bitch who will do whatever is neccessary, and sometimes even whats not neccessary, to win. Even that geek Gerd is out of it. One minute, he's telling Quake to stop acting all calm, and say what he really feels about me. Now look at him, goin' crazy because Quake is out of control! The whole Quake-a-Rooni Tribe is off their rockers. Oh.. OH NO!
PKA sits up, and looks at the television, terrified. The cameras catch a shot at Quake destroying, dismantling, and down right demolishing a cardboard cutout of "Grade A". He sits there with his mouth open..he speaks.
PKA: Quake..
PKA can't help but laugh.
PKA: I'm sure scared now! Oh no! What's'a matter with him? Is that supposed to scare me or something? Its not like I'm going to just stand there and let him beat me to shreads... or maybe I will? I've been meaning to get a good massage lately..hmm. Because he did that, doesn't make him a joke as a possible..Possible..number one contender, he's been a joke for waaaay longer before now. Yep.
PKA continues to study the promo.
PKA: Oh hell, no, not this again. Does he not understand, or remember the fact that I held the International Title for three straight months?..defending it on five occassions without losing the title? Obviously he does not. I then returned to the NWO, got back what was mine, and was screwed out of it at New Force Rising.. so I sure as hell hope someone can inform him of that so he finally stops going on about how I can't hold a singles title in his promos as he has done many times in the past. And one day his laid back approach'll slap him in the face? World's already laughing Quake! I am too! And if by all means he wants a slap in the face sooo bad, I'll be glad to give it to him more than once even! Hell, you think you are World Title material? He was handed..HANDED the NWO title a few months back, and what did he do with that reign as champion?
PKA looks at Quake on the television.
PKA: You failed! That's right Quake, you failed! And the same will happen on Malice in your attempt to be successful and to go on to face Weltmeister for the NWO Title.
Just then headlights flash in the window. PKA gets up with a smile on his face.
PKA: Allll riiight.. Pizza!
He grabs the money off of the counter and walks to the door. He opens it, and when he does so its not the Pizza Delivery boy that he sees. No. Its Adam Payne and Ash, laughing, having a good time. They stop though, as soon as PKA sees them.
PKA: What's-
Ash: Babe! We were just out.. I was helping Adam cool down a bit. I think its safe to come in, right?
Adam Payne: Just move outta the way PKA.
PKA says nothing. He steps aside for Payne to pass. Ash enters the house and PKA closes the door, and makes sure its closed tightly because the cold air from the winter night is blowing hard. He takes her jacket off of her, and puts it on the coat rack. Payne has already gone into another room. PKA looks at Ash, as she doesn't look the same as usual.
PKA: ....
Ash: What? Is something wrong?
PKA hesitates..
PKA: No.. no its not. Hey, check this out.
PKA spots something on the TV, he escorts Ash over to it and they both have a seat on the couch. She leans on PKA and he holds her tight, to keep her warm, or rather, to help her get there. They watch as Quake gets beat on by Franco, one of the suits assigned to Deaniz.
PKA: Wow. I wonder what the bruise is gonna look like after that shot? Too bad for Quake though, because he's gonna have to go through a lot more pain than that with weapons involved on Malice.
Just then, the door bell rings. PKA gets up, kissing Ash on the forehead first.
Ash: Who-
PKA: Hungry? Pizza's here!
PKA answers the door and pays the delivery boy. He closes the door and puts the pizza on the counter. PKA takes a slice out and takes a big chomp out of it. With a full mouth, he speaks..
PKA: MMMMM.. good shuff here, want shome?
Ash sits there for a second, with a look of guilt.
PKA: Ash?
Ash looks up at PKA, and smiles.
Ash: Ohhh.. why not?
She stands up and walks over to him and slides her hand along his back. She then grabs a slice of pizza and they enjoy it together as the scene fades to black.