"Good game" says Joe.
PKA takes a drink of water, swallows, puts the cap back on, and replies. "Thanks Joe, for a 50 year old you're not too bad man."
Joe pushes PKA with his right hand on PKA's right shoulder.. PKA stumbles back a bit. Joe and PKA laugh. "Hey" Joe says, "Ah'm 45, not 50, ya lil' punk!"
PKA shrugs, "All the same haha.. nah in all seriousness, you aren't that bad man. Where'd you learn to play the game like that?"
Joe takes another drink of his water. "Ah, I neva told ya? I was the top player in mah High School an' if it hadn't been for mah bad knee, I woulda went on ta' play pro."
"For real man? Dang, that would've been tight." PKA says.
"Hell yesh, it would've been vera' tight, son." Joe picks up a towel and whipes the sweat from his face.
PKA's phone rings. He holds his hand up towards Joe, "I'll be right back." PKA begins to walk away from Joe, and answers his phone. "Hello?... oh really?... No I'm actually fine thanks for asking, though I could be worse.......Wafermania.....so my request was granted then?...Great. Thanks for letting me know. Bye."
PKA hangs up the phone, and is now quite a ways from Joe. PKA walks up to the small building, most likely where the Restrooms are, and leans up against the side of the building, in the shade of a giant tree's shadow. PKA looks down, looking to be depressed, and then looks up at the camera.
"I was just informed that my request to fight Buddy Awesome at Wafermania, has been granted. Buddy Awesome, you've chosen a path of destruction. You've chosen a path of rage. By taking the action you did over a month ago at Gladiator, you changed your way of living and your entire image. You pushed your beliefs, or what you wanted people to think you believed in, out the window, just like you did toe off the NWO videotron. You've attempted murder, Buddy Awesome, murder. Somehow, it was a miracle int he making, but I survived. Because I survived, I can enjoy the life God gave me. I can enjoy days like this. I can enjoy a friendly game of basketball with a friend, while you almost took that all away from me. Look at Kurt Angle, he was chokeslammed 25 feet off a platform onto concrete, and is a wheel chair, never to wrestle again. I'm lucky, somehow, as I was pushed from a platform 25 feet up and fell onto a steel stage. Thankfully it was not concrete, or things may've been different. I fell and came back with only a few minor injuries, a sprained arm, a few stitches, many bruises, all minor. Anything, now that I think about it, is minor, compared to almost losing my life."
PKA pauses, and looks as if he is about to cry. The emotions have almost overtaken him, though he holds back the tears. He instead takes a drink of water, takes off his bandana and wipes his forehead, then continues.
"Buddy Awesome, you not only threatened my career, you threatened my life. You tried to take me out of this world, because of what? Jealousy? Resentment? Or did you think that this would get you noticed? I tell you what Buddy Awesome, if I would've died because of that push you gave me, you would've gotten plenty of attention. The police would give ou all the attention you want and then they would toss you into a jail cell. The jury would pay close attention to your trial and remember your name forever.. they'd pay close attention to the details of how I bled all over that stage and all of my bones were broken, and I died, a painful death.. they'd listen, they'd pay attention, and then convict your ass. Guilty. For murder, Buddy Awesome, you'd go away for a long..long time. Then, that attention you wanted, you know, that you craved so badly? It doesn't stop there. Oh lucky you! Buddy Awesome, the most awesome man in prison! Everyone loves you there! But, is that good..or bad attention.. Buddy Awesome? Let's decide. Bubba, the local attention giver..sees you come in, pro wrestler, muscular, clean shaven, etcetera etcetera.. and don't you think he wants to welcome you to his cell? Sure he does! He wants to welcome you, and let all of his friends do the 'welcoming' after he's done. I think you catch my drift, Buddy Awesome, and I can tell you one thing for sure- your ass wouldn't be feeling so awesome after your first five minutes in jail. But hey, it would've all been worth it just for a little attention, right? I'm sure."
PKA rolls his eyes and shakes his head. PKA begins walking again, back to where Joe sits on the grass near the court, listening to the radio they had brought along. PKA looks into the camera while he's walking.
"But wait, I'm still here, aren't I? Damn, too bad for you right? I wonder what had to be going through your mind after you saw that I was OKay after you pushed me? Man, that had to be something, right? I'm still here..alive..well..wrestling..winning titles.. You are still here..alive..pathetic..whining..and losing any respect that the guys in the back or the fans had for you. And, just like when you failed to murder me for your own benefit.. at Wafermania, you will be the one who fails. This time, its you who will take a fall..a fall to me..P...K...A."
PKA then reaches Joe, and the two prepare to head on home for the day. Fade..to..black.
The scene opens up in a basketball court, outside, on a sunny San Diego day. Two men play on the court, one white, one black. The white man has on loose red, white, and black shorts, a Kansas Jayhawks jersey on, and a pair of Nike's, plus, a red bandana on his head. This is of course, PKA. The man who is across from him, trying to get the basketball, wears white shorts, and a regular white shirt along with a headband colored white on his forehead. This of course, is Joe, out of his normal suit and tie attire. They are playing basketball. PKA shoots the ball, and sinks a 3-pointer, winning the game. PKA fetches the ball and Joe and him walk over to the courtside, to take a drink of water.