He realizes though, that even though the pain he went through tonight will only be followed by more and more pain the next time he steps into that ring, at least this time it was worth it. PKA has no problem with pain. The thing he has a problem with is not getting anything in return but the pain. He dishes out pain and he takes it too, though, what's to show for it? No, not physical signs.. like bruises, stitches, cuts, or even broken bones.. PKA wants something he can cherish for a long time..something he can be proud of. Tonight on Malice, he became one step closer to that special thing that will set him give him some kind of closure. He's worked his ass off, and now, just maybe, there may be something to show for it.
"Number one contender, heh?" PKA grins as he looks into the mirror at his reflection. He pushes a few strands of his long hair out of his eyes and turns on the sink below and splashes water onto his face. He grabs the towel and whipes it off and turns the sink off. PKA sits down next to his luggage case and looks down at it as its zipped open. He looks to be in a dream as he's looking down at it.
"Soon enough, there will be a little less room in there. Once I win the NWO Championship, I'll have to buy a new suitcase." PKA laughs as he ends the day dreaming. He tosses the bloody, sweaty towel at the wall and stands up. He looks to be angry now, not as calm as he was before. He looks at the mirror and stares at it, with rage in his eyes. PKA backs up and punches the mirror, glass breaking in a circular motion around his fist. Blood trickles now from his right fist of which he slammed the glass with. He keeps his fist there for a few seconds and then releases it from the shattered glass.."Shit." As PKA says that one last word, what can it mean? What is going through PKA's mind? He puts his head down and puts his hands through his hair, leaning over. He falls to the floor and leans against the wall with his head down and his hands on top of his head as the scene fades to black.
The blood flows down PKA's face as he makes his way backstage after his match with Wafer on Malice. His left wrist aches, like a knife that is stabbing through the skin and won't let up. After being twisted, bumped and everything else, PKA is lucky his wrist isn't broken again. He can't wait until it heals completely, but it won't heal until he gives it some rest. PKA makes his way backstage and passes a few of the wrestlers. They all look at PKA as he walks by, blood trickling down his forehead down around his nose and onto his tanned chest. PKA grabs a towel and whipes his face off. He enters his locker room and stares at himself in his mirror. He looks at a bruise that has already started to form over his right eye and shakes his head. PKA then observes his left arm, feeling it, and he winces at the touch.
