PKA decides its best to give the office a little call and see what he can do to fix this problem. He grabs the cordless phone which is just in front of him, and brings up the correct phone number on speed dial. "And B-Pac was talking all kinds of crap like he knew how to dish out a real beating to me... well I guess we'll see if he's just all talk or what at Malice after I take care of this."
Someone on the other end picks up, PKA responds, "Hi, this is NWO Employee PKA... right, no not PKAchu you idiot....okay I'll hold." PKA is put on hold, but only for a few seconds. He is connected to someone else, and the problem is resolved minutes later.
PKA sits there now, looking at the half-eaten apple. He starts to think to himself, and then looks at the camera, apparently he's thought of something interesting to say for B-Pac.
"I'm sitting here.. checkin' out this red peice of fruit we call an apple.. and I'm thinking.. 'this apple is a lot like B-Pac', lost ya yet? Well you dumb shit get your hand out of your pants and listen to me for once. See, an apple has many of the same qualities, and inequalities.. as you do, B. For instance, on the outside when you look at it, its shiny. People look at you and see the exact same thing, whether it be in your talent or your bald ass head, either way- you're shiny like an apple. The shine of the apple makes it look good. People look at you and you have this certain way of convincing people you are just the coolest dude.. most of the part because that's exactly what you believe to be true.. but that's beside the point. Though, pick up an apple and what do you have to do with it? Wash it off. Its dirty, and so are you. After people closely examine you for who you really are.. get to know you.. its as clear as the 'win' box from your sexual encounters.. you're nothing but a guy who likes to talk a lot.. who likes to throw around his strength and make himself look tough at other's expense.. and you like to put others down just to make yourself look better. An apple is pretty and good looking too at first, but you have to wash it damnit otherwise you'll get sick.. just like people get sick of you because you are a filthy egomaniac."
PKA takes a big bite out of the apple, and goes 'mmm' to the camera while smiling. He flips a few papers and pulls out a couple. On the top it reads "Promo Transcript - B-Pac vs PKA - B-Pac - Page 1 of 3" He looks through it a little bit and nods, he then looks to the camera once more. "And then you get to the inside of the apple. If someone is even so unlucky to find out who you really are and then stick around to learn even more.. then I feel sorry for them, but their stupidity is definately obvious for doing so. I see this apple, its no longer the shiny, dirty/clean apple it once was.. it no longer shows off its red peel.. its skin, if you will. We now see the inside of the apple, the revealing parts, which are very similar to you, Mr. Pac. The inside's rough, pale, and juicy. Care for me to continue? You are rough.. on the outside as well as on the inside.. you see yourself as the higher being no matter who is placed in front of you as your opponent, and ya love makin' people scared. You act tough, and a part of me knows that you are pretty damn tough, but when it comes down to it most of the words you say are just that..words. You're pale.. and no, not your skin you idiot, don't try to make stupid remarks like that. The paleness I speak of is your attitude. Couldn't you see life in a different light? Do you have to be the woman beater that you have become today? What's wrong with the old B-Pac who was still a little bitch but cared?" PKA laughs. "Or did you beat that person up just like you do helpless women until he was ashamed of who he was and turned into who you are now..? I know its a little too much for you but try and follow along without losing your head, okay? Because come on now you don't wanna look like a fool again do you? Afterall you are the juicy B-Pac, full of juice! Supposedly you were the cause of my 'runny eggs', is that right? Well I'll tell you what Bitch-Pac, that's got to be the most sickening thing I've ever heard of, what in the hell is wrong with you? I realize you are much older than me, but hell I act more mature than you do and I'm only 20! In ya last promo you continued to insult me in childish ways, using profanity to your advantage to make me look dumb, when in fact it just makes you look dumb. Why would you even think of calling me a 'pussy-whipped techno fag', anyways? And then you go on to suggest that you 'came' on my eggs...jerk. You had the audacity to then laugh your ass off about that. You make yourself look so bad, why though? You used to be smart about things even when you insulted people. You used to know what you were doing, but now it just looks like you're not even trying. So you then say to me, 'Penis Kissing Ass', playing off my letters PKA.. once again."
PKA shakes his head and takes one last bite out of his apple. He looks over at the trash can and aims, then shoots it like a basketball. It goes in. PKA grins and looks at the camera, pointing in the direction of the trash can. "See B-Pac? Its all about Perfection.. something you need to learn more about. If you were to be perfect like me then you'd not be making an ass out of yourself like that in your promos. You won't have to insult me with kiddy remarks, talking about how you're my father and how you screwed my mom. What a sad sad person you truly are B-Pac. You've become so old, so dull, so..boring. From now on, I shall call you B-oring Pac, because that's what your ass is."
PKA holds up the first Transcript Paper and reads it out loud. "B-Pac.. you said this two years ago. 'I have a proposal. How about I face off against the former Euro champ, PKA. Sure he already has a match against Kid Krush but who the hell is Kid Krush anyway? Save him for the dark matches and let PKA take a shot at me. Hell, he deserves it. He hasn't tested his skills against greatness yet. He's too busy wrestling guys like Anarky, TormenT, Rage and losers like that. Let the guy at least try to come up in this business. Some people just aren't as talented and gifted as me and have to start from the bottom.' There you have it. You had some points there.. and they weren't dumb ones either. If only you could do what you used to do with words, it'd be oh so perfect.. but then again there's only room for one perfectionist around here, isn't that right?"
Down the paper goes, and up the second page comes. He reads once more from the text. "Once again, these are your words. 'I didn't want it because I was doing you a favor. I wanted it because I was tired of seeing your ugly face and hearing your stupid voice all the damn time. I figure when I beat your ass you'll shut the hell up. So just slow down and take into consideration just WHO I AM! I'm not your average opponent. I hurt people, I leave them broken and bloody, I leave them without hope or motivation... I poison their entire existance. I am the venom and even the smallest dose can be deadly. You are in no condition for someone like me.' Ahh.. the venom. You used to be so feared man.. what happened? You used to be so intimidating to others, and I'll admit, I was intimidated by you as well back when we had that match on Ruffhouse. But in this promo you chose to change your entire meaning for adding yourself to the match around.. you felt some reason to outdo me in every way, and let me and the world know that you weren't scared of PKA. Maybe you realized the kind of mistake you made? I doubt it, that's something the B-Pac of today would do. The B-Pac of early 2002 was wiser, you knew what you were doing signing yourself to the match. But what I think happened was you wanted someone that'd be simple to push around and simple to make a fool out of to get higher up in the business. Hell, you were already the reigning Intercontinental Champion.. one of the best in WoW history might I add. You had it all.. you had the money, the cars, the gold, the women..Salena..and the talent. Now you're just one guy standing alongside others, trying to make it like you once did."
PKA holds up the final paper. He speaks, "Now this one was your real final promo on me.. you had it all figured out that this win was in the bag for you and I just wasn't worthy of taking you on in the first place. You said 'All I ever hear from you, PKA, is "your time is this, your time is that, your time is here, your time is now, your time is then" but realize that when you face me, YOUR TIME IS NEVER! When you face me, you are on MY TIME. You're lucky that you even have the time that you have now. Enjoy the days before our match because they just may be your last... at least here in WoW anyway. I know the fans sure will miss you. Or at least they'll miss throwing stuff at you.' end quote.. well, very impressive. Nice play off of my catch phrase B-oring. But let me tell you this, and you understand it.. I may had lost that match, but only because that wasn't my night. It wasn't "My Time" as it goes, and maybe having Kid Krush in that match wasn't good for me either. You did get the pinfall on me, and I figured that might happen. Afterall, you were the IC Champion, and you had been in the company way longer than I had been. I'd only been in WoW by the time we had our match on February 2nd for three months. Its okay though, I liked taking you on. It was a close call, and I did.. I did almost beat you, keep that in mind. But, let's not dwell in our match from early 2002, let's dwell on the match of 2004!"
PKA grins. "OR should I say, you should dwell on this match. Let me read one last thing that you said in that promo. Your words were as follows: 'It isn't a pleasant feeling to know that when I have this belt in my possession, everyone will be gunning for me. I can handle that though, PKA. I don't believe that you can. You are going to have to prove to not only me, not only the fans, not only the staff, but to yourself that you are indeed capable of stepping it up to the next level because if you're not, then there is no hope for you.'... nicely said. Let me ask you this, have I proven myself to you or am I still the 18 year old kid who you defeated? Oh and did that make you feel real tough by beating a teenager? Must've, because your ego just continued to grow. It must've been real hard facing us lightweights all of the time.. seeing as how you would go on to face Essa Rios after me and Kid Krush. Oh well though, its your life, its your career, make of it what you wish. I know that I've definately improved since our match that was close to two years ago. I know that when I say its "My Time" now, I mean it. And on Malice, you not only take me on in a singles, 'fair' one on one match but you take me on in a singles, 'fair' one on one match which happens to now be, as it should've been, a Hard..core..match! Hardcore? Isn't that how you like it? Oh nevermind."
"So you can go on and on with your childish insults and bad mouthing comments, but that will get you nowhere when you step into the ring with me. I'm not the same lil' punk you faced two years ago. I've become smarter, more athletic, and more talented in the ring than you could imagine. I plan on takin you to the extreme on Malice- but in my view, its just the beginning of your eventual downfall."
PKA grabs the papers, gets off the stool, walks over to his bag and tosses them in. The phone rings. He answers it. "Hello? ... no, Ash doesn't live here anymore." PKA's voice seems to have lowered, and his facial expression turns to nothing as he listens to the other person appologize and ask where to find her. "I'm not sure....no, I won't tell her you called, I don't see her anymore....just forg- forget about it. Goodbye." Whether or not the person had said goodbye or not, PKA didn't care, he wasn't in the right mind set to listen to them anyways after the first mention of Ash happened. He sits on the stool now with his head down, slouched over. He reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. Inside of it he pulls out a picture of Ash and stares at it and for a moment looks as if he is about to cry. He doesn't though, but he just sits there.. staring.. staring.. staring.. The scene fades to black.
The scene opens up on a partly cloudy, windy, cold and frigid day as we see PKA's black Mustang pull into his driveway. He gets out and walks up the sidewalk to his porch. With his left hand he opens the storm door and unlocks the main, then enters while balancing his bag on his left shoulder and trying not to injure his right wrist on anything, which is now covered in a white cast. He tosses his black gear bag on the couch and checks the refrigerator for something to snack on. He pulls out an apple, cleans it off, and begins to eat. He walks to the living room again and puts the apple in his mouth, grasping it with his teeth. He reaches down and unzips his bag and pulls out some papers. He then takes a bite from his apple as he sets the papers down on the island counter and has a seat on a stool alongside it. He looks over the papers, and on top is the card for Malice. He is just checking it out to see what else is going on and then it hits him, "My match... its not hardcore. What in the hell?" Permission had been given and it was made official by Ichabod himself that all of PKA's matches could and would be hardcore rules unless PKA requested otherwise, and this match was just a regular match.