He gets out of the shower and throws on some clothes. His phone is ringing, and he rushes to answer it. "Hello?" he says. On the other line is a friend of his, a pro wrestler and current Headstrong Wrestling Commissioner, Rey Valiente. "Hey man, what's going on? Rey and PKA catch up on old times and PKA brings up what Ash did and how he sees her all over wherever he goes around town or in his house. Rey brings up that there is a house in San Diego, his hometown, with PKA's name on it. PKA thinks for a second, and then is quick to reply with a "Not a bad idea.. feed me the address, and hell, I'll be there within the next couple days!"
PKA finishes up his conversation with Rey and hangs up the phone. He puts the paper down that he had written the information on and turns on the television. It was still on the NWO/WoW 24/7 Channel and he watches the Ballace promo on there and then he sees The Mainstreamer on the tv in a Dennys restaurant. PKA has a seat and tells the camera man to come over beside him. PKA watches the promo until its over and then looks into the camera and speaks.
"Well its that time. I knew it'd happen eventually, and now its official. I'm going to get a shot at the NWO Championship, a belt that's been held by the likes of Christian Wright, Dick Gazinya, Cheapshots, and you, The Mainstreamer. How convenient you are once again the champion. While I was out of action last Summer with my broken ankle you were the champ, and now that I'm back it seems that once again there's a problem put in front of me. Sure, I am getting this title shot and I should be happy as hell..which I am. But just like when you were the champ I couldn't have my shot because I was injured. Now, I'm getting that shot at the NWO Title belt but once again I'm injured with this broken wrist. Sure, it might not seem like it will matter much as I did great in my match with B-Pac, right? Well wrong. If it wasn't for this cast, I could had done much better than I did at Malice against B-Pac, and I would've won that match. Just think about it.. did you see my match? After the P-Krusher, I landed on my hurt wrist here. If that wouldn't had happened I would've been the one to pin B-Pac, though he covered me. Mainstreamer, you should be happy that I'm not one-hundred percent. If I was, I'd be one hell of a threat to your title and to your health. I'd beat you into a bloody pulp and then and only then after I'm satisfied with what I've done to you I will pin you and become the NWO Champion. But wait.. now that I think about it.. injured or not, I'm going to do that anyways!"
PKA stands up and walks over to his wall where we see pictures hanging of him. He pulls one down and it is a picture of PKA with the International Championship around his waist, posing. PKA holds it up to the camera.
"Look at this Mainstreamer. I was the first ever NWO International Champion, the youngest ever, and I was the longest reigning champion. I made history as the first International Champion. I guess you made some history of your own too, right? You're the first person to hold the NWO Title twice, right? That's great man, congratulations. But I'm sure you would love to make even more history, being put in the hall of fame for something else. Am I right? See, after Malice, you'll be the first person to have lost the NWO Title three times.. thanks to me, PKA." PKA puts the picture back on the wall and walks to his kitchen table. He sits down and reclines back having the chair be on two legs. He looks up at the camera.
"And what's with you stereotyping me? Huh? Saying how I'm just like the rest, how just like other people I will only try if I know I can get the win easily.. and how I have no heart. You think that I'm an over defined jobber? Mainstreamer, The Mainstreamer..Mainy.. what the foo?!" PKA stands up and shakes his head with his hands on his hips. He looks at the camera once more.
"Do you have no smart cells up in your brain or what? Are you honestly going to stand there.. or to be totally correct..sit there.. and say to Amy and the rest of the world that I'm like the rest?..that I'm no good?..that I am no competition at all when it comes to you and your belt? Please believe, that you're making one helluva mistake by judging me by your past competition Mainy. I've done quite a lot in my career and I've taken quite a lot too. What makes you think that, unlike the rest, I can't withstand your so called power and all mighty-ness and defeat you? Mainstreamer, I am.."Grade A" PKA..and I thought you knew? I thought you knew what that meant, Mainstreamer. It means that no matter how much you throw at me, I will always get back up and come back for more. You think that once you have me down I won't kick out? You think that once you take me back down, I won't get an arm up at two? Wrong. I'm not like the rest. And although I might not be full one-hundred percent physically..or mentally for that matter.. I still as hell won't go down without a fight. Afterall, this is a match for the NWO World Heavyweight Championship. I won't take this match lightly. Even though I have a cast here on my arm and even though my whole damn body hurts after my match with B-Pac.. I will show you why you shouldn't had looked down upon me. Believe that Mainstreamer. Believe it."
PKA stands up and walks over to the telephone. He picks it up. He tosses it onto his couch and grabs the phone book. He takes it over to his couch and sits down. He searches for Mid Continent Airport and finds it successfully. He then looks up at the camera once more.
"Mainstreamer, when you look at me, what do you see? You see a cripple, don't you? You see a nobody, don't you? In your mind, I'm sitting here without a high profile championship, and that is how it should be. I do have the Tag Team Championship, but that isn't enough. I don't want to be the Tag Team Champion with Quake. Its not enough. I don't want to hold onto a title that I share with somebody who doesn't respect me. Its not enough. But when I show you that I do have the will to win.. that I am going to try my best to win.. that I will put the entire effort I'm capable of putting into this match.. you will then see that everything you thought was true wasn't enough. Sure, you're bigger and stronger. You MIGHT crush me, Mainstreamer. But then again, this is a hardcore match, my territory, my specialty. I know pain. I know suffering. I'm doing it right now without the NWO Title and with this cast. How do you fair in hardcore matches? Better yet... how do you do in matches where you are sure to be taken to the extreme by an Ultraviolent Perfectionist?"
PKA dials the telephone number to the airport. They answer. "Yes.. I'd like to book a flight to San Diego.....tonight please." The scene fades to black.
PKA wakes up in his bed and sits up, the aches and pains of his match with B-Pac are being felt. PKA stands up and groans. A look of sorrow is on his face though as nobody is there. Usually after a hard match like that, Ash would be there to treat him to breakfast or treat him with a good morning kiss. That is no more. Since Ash and PKA broke up a few weeks ago, everywhere he turns he sees Ash's face. Everytime somebody calls looking for her it only makes things worse. Ash is everywhere in this house. Ash is everywhere around town. PKA walks down the hallway into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator door to see what he can snack on. He pulls out a jug of orange juice from the lower part of the refridgerator and then opens the freezer and pulls out some waffles. He takes two out and puts the box back in and closes the door. He put the waffles into the toaster and poors himself a glass of orange juice. He puts that back in the refrigerator and takes a drink of it. PKA sets it down and goes to his front door and opens it. He walks out and grabs the newspaper and brings it in. He closes the door and opens the paper, checking out the headlines. His waffles pop up and he puts the paper down. He prepares his waffles and brings them and the orange juice to the dining table along with the newspaper. He eats his breakfast and drinks his orange juice and after he is done reading the paper he goes to take a shower.