You can hear the frustration in his voice as he speaks. "Why would somebody do that to me? Why?! Why would a person try to end another person's career? Why?! Who would do such a thing? Who would try to possibly kill me? That fall was 25 feet, damnit! TWENTY-FIVE FEET!!"
PKA leans forward once more. He puts the remote down and runs his hands through his hair.
"I was so damn lucky that the only thing I got was a few stitches, few bruises, and a dislocated shoulder. I could've died because of some idiot's stpidity. I've tried.. and I've tried.. to be a nice guy here. I've done my best and yet every damn time it seems like I'm screwed over by someone who feels that they can capitalize by attacking me. Too many people in the past have done this. Dick Gazinya, though he was doing quite well for himself, saw me as a threat last year and turned on me to get himself the NWO Championship. B-Pac, a person who I respected from WoW, decided he was better off in the Elite and decided that beating me down was the best thing to do. The list goes on and on.. damnit.. Ichabod, Rose, two of the most evil people I've ever met, screwed me over in WoW. President Wafer and The Mainstreamer played games with me.. and even when I had matches won, they once again found a way to mess with me. And now, some stupid shit wants to do something that was life threatening to boost their career? That's a bunch of crap."
PKA stops running his hands through his hair. He looks at his right arm, which is no longer in the sling.
"Luckily my arm is better, and my face feels a lot better. My body went through hell, and its taken almost a month to heel. But there is no way that I'm going to stop doing what I love because some ignorant bastard decided to play the wrong card. I'll find out who pushed me.. soon."
PKA stands up and puts his hands on his hips. He lets out a sigh. PKA turns around and bumps into Joe. Joe stands there in a black suit and tie with a paper in his hand. PKA puts his right hand through his hair, startled, in a way, and looks at Joe.
"What's up, Joe?"
Joe replies, "Well suh, I just received this fax a few moments ago. I thought you might want to have a look at it." Joe hands PKA the peice of paper.
PKA examines it. "Its the Malice match listing.." He points at a spot on the paper. "I'm booked, terrific. I told them I didn't mind having a match, so its all good. Even though I have to head to Japan probably right away after I compete on Malice, I'm still fine. Its been a while since the fans got a chance to see me in action, should be fun."
PKA goes to put the paper down, but Joe interupts him. "Suh, did you not see who yuh facin'?"
PKA nods, and puts the paper down. "Yes, Joe, Shane Ryder is who I'm facing. There's nothing special about that, right?"
Joe shrugs, "Suh, did you see the stipulation?"
PKA gives him a curious look. "Stipulation? What stipulation?"
"Its fuh the numba one contendaship fuh the Intanat'onal champ'onship, PKA."
PKA picks the paper up and has another look. He finds his match and sees that Joe is right. PKA smiles.
"Well Joe, it seems that you're right. Thanks for pointing that out. I wouldn't had seen it had you not said anything."
"Its quite all right suh. Would ya lock anythang to eat suh?" Joe says, with a smile on his face.
PKA shakes his head, "Nah, Joe, its cool, I'm fine. I need to do some research on Shane Ryder, I suppose. Its been a while since we've faced, but every time we did it was in a tag team match of sorts. Hell, I remember when him and Quake screwed me over at Ring Wars and that punk Shane Ryder won my International Championship belt. That little sneaky bastard, how dare he."
"So what shall you do fuh revenge, suh?"
"For revenge? For revenge, I'll do nothing. I do not hold a grudge against Shane Ryder for that back then. He did what he had to do. He did what any person would do. He had an opportunity to make himself a star, and he capitalized on it, with, of course, a little help from Quake.. but that's beside the point. He became the International Champion. Too bad for him, though, it didn't last very long. But hey, not everyone can have a three month reign with five defenses week in and week out like "Grade A" PKA, right Joe?"
Joe chuckles, "Right you ah, suh. Right you ah."
PKA has a seat and Joe does too.
"You know what, Joe? This could be a good opportunity to restart things here in the NWO. Seeing as how the Doctors have ordered me not to wrestle in hardcore matches, them punks, I now have to show off other talents.. my high flying abilities. And, after I come back from my tour of Japan, I'm sure I'll've gotten some other knowledge of moves. There are a wide variety of moves I can do to Shane Ryder, or anyone, for that matter, that don't have to be hardcore. Maybe, when I win this match on Malice and become the number one contender for my International Championship... and when I go on to win my belt, things will change. Maybe then, things will begin to look up for me. Hey, I've gotten to wrestle main events the past few months.. I've been going for the top title in the company. Things have been all right, but things haven't been..'perfect'. Well now, after Shane Ryder is done with, the International Champion had better beware. Because once I win my championship belt back, I'm going to show everyone that if I had not been run down last year as champion, that my reign would've gone on for much longer."
Joe smiles and puts his hand on PKA's shoulder. "Suh, you can do whatevah ya like, Ah'm shuh of it."
"Joe, you're great.. but hey, you know what I just realized? This time last year.. a month earlier I won the International Title..and a month later from this time last year I was run down. What is it with people trying to end my career? Hell.. I won the International Title once before..and going through Shane Ryder is what needs to be done first in order to get to my belt. And after I beat Shane Ryder, I'm going to beat up the punk to ...OH DAMNIT!"
PKA seems to be stressed out. He rips up the Malice match list and tosses it into the air. He gets up and put his right hand through his hair and his left hand on his hip.
Joe stands up. "What's wrong, suh?"
PKA sighs. "Its just... nevermind."
PKA walks off, leaving Joe standing there, unsure of what is wrong with PKA. PKA walks away, head down, as the scene fades to black.
The scene opens up in PKA's home in San Diego, California. He sits in the living room, on the leather couch, watching his big screen TV. The sunlight shines through the large, tall, glass windows. Its about 2 pm on a Friday afternoon. PKA is watching a tape. On this tape is his match from Gladiator, 2004. He faced The Mainstreamer. He isn't watching the entire match, though. He's only watching one certain part, and rewinding, then watching it again, and rewinding. He holds the remote in his hand, to be sure to rewind and then play, rewind and then play. He puts the tape in slow motion at one certain spot in the match. He pushes play..it plays..and he pauses it. This is just as PKA is pushed off of the videotron, 25 feet above The Mainstreamer, who is on the stage on top of a table. PKA is in mid-air, and flipped over already in an akward position. You can tell he did not jump, because he is in all the wrong positions. He leans forward, and looks hard at the television. He stares at one part, a hand, as it left the back of PKA right after it pushed him off. PKA shakes his head and quickly leans back against the couch. He puts his head back, looking up at the ceiling, as the tape remains paused.