He looks down at his cast on his left wrist. "You see, I said I'd be in here lifting weights today, and that's what I'm doing. Though, things aren't exactly the way I'd like them to be. I'm limited on what I can lift because of this stupid ass cast on my wrist. I can't bench press because I can't lift with my left hand until I get this cast off. I'm limited Mainstreamer, and I bet that makes you happy. Happy because, well because I can't do all of my normal work out.. because that means you will have the advantage.. I'm sure you plan on working out for this match, getting yourself pumped up..psyched up..ready, for a huge match. But let me tell you, as soon as this cast comes off this week, rest assure, I'm hitting this gym immediately after. There's not a thing in the world I'd want to do to lessen my chances of winning at Gladiator. To have the NWO Championship around my waist... that'd.. that'd be and mean everything to me."
PKA takes another drink of the water bottle and stands up. He reaches down and touches his toes and then does a few twists. He stops and looks back at the camera. "So, Mainstreamer, I happened to catch your promo this morning when I woke up. And let me tell you, there's nothing more I love seeing bright and early when I wake up in the morning than your pretty little face!" PKA rolls his eyes and turns away. He faces the camera once more. "You have got to be kidding me! I thought getting my ankle or wrist broken hurt.. now I wake up and have to listen to you talk for half an hour, damn! I about busted my head in with the remote control! My
damn breakfast plate was this close to being in a hundred little peices on the floor." PKA holds his index and thumb together showing how close it was.
PKA puts the towel around his neck. "Its pretty painful man. I'm gonna have to be careful next time. And I admit, I have been a little missing in action in the past couple of weeks, but I've had things to deal with here.. what with the doctor visits and having to move in here, dealing with stuff with Ash and more shit.. its kinda hard to find time to cut a promo. Unlike you, I don't have the time to play with my Acme toys and blow shit up. And so what if I haven't won much in a while? I've been out of it. And last time I checked there was quite a bit of interference in my previous matches. That's why I'm glad you chose to accept my stipulation of no interference. Good job Mainstreamer, you have shown me you have some guts. Its too bad that after Gladiator, those very same guts will be all over the ring and arena floor. Pitty."
PKA tilts his head to the side and shrugs his shoulders. He then walks slowly across the room, gazing off as he does so.
PKA raises his right index finger and looks at the camera with a smile on his face, "Ahh yes, now I remember. It was me, your's truly, the Ultraviolent Perfectionist, P..K..A, who retired the legend of Ichabod! That's right, it was ME! Not you, not Quake, not Wafer, Triple X or Weltmeister.. it was me . . . me. Because of me, Ichabod is sitting at home, wondering if he'll ever wrestle- no wait, he's not wondering that. He's wondering if he'll ever get any feeling in his arms back ag- no wait, that isn't it either. What is he wondering? Oh man, I have to apologize Mainstreamer, it seems I am not fully prepared for all of these questions brought upon me.. excuse me."
PKA turns his back to the camera and whispers to himself. He scratches his head with his right hand and then scratches his but with his left. He turns around, "Ding! Ichabod is wondering what the hell is he going to do? Thanks to me, he's finished, over, done. And Mainstreamer, you could be the very next. Ichabod, in a way, signed his own career away when he gave me the permission to have each match be hardcore. Every single match I wrestle in, unless I say so, is brutal to the mother f'n extreme baby, and Ichabod paid the price for agreeing to that. Oh, did I mean to cripple Ichabod? Did I mean to break his arms into dozens of peices? Well now, that's another big question.. one that I am not even sure of. There's been so much going on in my life that I think I did mean to do it. And what if I didn't? What if I wasn't thinking straight and acted out of pure anger...rage...violence. Maybe I was looking for a sacrifice to make myself feel good.. make someone feel the pain.. maybe? Mainstreamer, what if.. what if that happens in our match? What happens if I lose control? That's something yet to be known.. and it won't be known until we meet head to head."
PKA looks down at the floor for a few seconds, thinking. He paces around in a circle for about ten seconds and stops. He looks back up at the camera. "And your so called 'slight respect' for me? Bullshit. You know damn good and well that you are jealous of me winning the International title. You wish to hell that you could've made history as the first International Champion and defended it five times in a fucking row! You wish you could be the youngest person to ever hold an NWO Title. Mainstreamer, you can take your respect and shove it, because I know where you stand. I also know where you think you stand. You think you stand above me. Well, that's where you're wrong. My time to prove to everyone where I stand is now.. and I am telling you this now Mainstreamer, I will knock you down from where you stand now, and I will take that spot and stand proudly as the NEW NWO Champion. And trust me, I will work hard to be one-hundred percent. I want this to be a fair fight where each of us is evenly matched. That way, when I beat your ass one, two, three, there are no excuses. There won't be any interference. There won't be any regrets. And there won't be any looking back after the bell sounds. What's done is done. Blow up some buildings, fine by me.. its probably just some kind of a movie prop. Because if you truly blew shit up like you say you do, your ass would get caught and arrested, sent away for life. I don't even live in Wichita anymore Mainstreamer. If you want to blow the City Hall up, fine, it doesn't effect me here. Before I leave to go take a shower.. I leave you with a question, and another request. I was thinking, since you like to talk a lot of how great you are, and since I've already agreed to wrestle you in your specialty match a few weeks ago, The Mainstream Event, how about we switch places now? Let's take this hardcore match with no interference and turn it into an Ultraviolent Match with no interference! Worried for your wellbeing? Well, allow me to give you low down. The ropes are replaced by Barbed wire and around the apron are flourescent lightbulbs. Along the outside of the ring there are tables.. some with barbed wire on them.. and some with lightbulbs tapped to 'em. How do you win? Simple, one...two...three. Are you game? Or are you too scared? I'll be waiting for your response."
PKA reaches and opens up the door and walks through. He walks towards the private showers as the scene fades to black.
The scene opens up inside PKA's personal gym. All around you see different types of weights. PKA finishes up some squats and takes a drink of water. He sees the cameras coming up on him and he whipes his forehead off with a white towel. Sweat makes his cheeks and forehead glisten in the shine of the lights, and the glow reflects off the camera lense. He walks a ways over to a bench and has a seat with his water bottle in his right hand. PKA looks up at the camera, slouched over.
"There is no denying that you give it your all each and every week. Each time when you go out to the ring, you are showing everyone why you are called the NWO Champion. The fact that Ichabod was defeated.. that's good enough to call yourself a great champion. But let me tell you something about Ichabod, Mainstreamer. Where is he? Oh...oooh I remember.." PKA rubs his chin with his right hand. "I do believe he is sitting at home with his arms busted into peices. Ah damn, but why would that be? I think... I think... that somebody did something to him. OOOH What was it? Let me think, hmm.."
