Post by PKA on Jun 9, 2014 21:29:52 GMT -6
"Babe, come on over. You know the address."
PKA puts the phone down and stands up from his very comfortable position on the couch. It's Monday night, and PKA is at home having himself a little quality flirt time with a friend over the phone. Well, he was on the phone with them. It would appear he's now invited them over. See, this has been a better week for PKA. Ever since his victory over Scott Knight, it's been celebration after celebration.
"Empty again..."
He tosses the empty rum bottle in the trash and lifts up the bag, and heads to the door.
"If only these lasted forever. Nothing does. The black didn't. Dawn.. yes.. ugh.. its cold."
Clink, clink. Clatter, clatter. The blue, outdoor trash can opens and the white trash bag filled with bottles of empty alcohol is dropped inside. PKA stands in a white tank-top and black shorts. He closes the trashcan and walks back inside of the kitchen of his apartment. He washes his hands in the sink and dries them off, before retrieving a full bottle of rum from the freezer and pouring it into his glass with cola and ice.
PKA: "Every drop counts. Every move matters. I sip the nectar of the gods and I feel the effects, getting drunk night in and night out. These effects make me fun. They make me exciting. They make me.. excited.. and happy.. and hilarious.. and a fucking good time. Whether it is Rum, Vodka, Bud Light or Peppermint Schnapps, I ingest and digest the lovely taste. Wrestling is no different. Its like when I took Scott Knight and pinned his shoulders to the mat. Oooh, so intoxicating. When I drink, I don't walk with a stumble, I step with a swagger. At the age of 30, you saw that I can still get it done in the ring. I can flip flop and mat wrestle with the best of them, and Scott Knight fell. Well, he fell to the main event of the next show, but that's a discussion for another time."
He puts the bottle of booze back in the freezer and takes his glass into the living room with him. PKA drags his hand along the wall as he walks, whether it is to hold his balance, or just cause.
PKA: "I've got the semi-main and I'm cool with that .. and I've got two people against me in a Triangle Match that couldn't be at more opposite ends of the spectrum. Or are they? One hates the gay. The other is some holier than thou being. We all know of the religious folks who think gay marriage should be illegal forever, blah blah blah. I don't know where Reya stands, but I know she's a damn good wrestler and I've been following her for quite some time now. Brett Carson, I don't think we've met, but your promo last week on Breakthrough made my ears perk up. You made my eyes glisten. I think I got a little tingling in my pants, too. Yeah, it definitely moved. No, not cause of the HATE SPEECH you were spewing, but how you did it. See, I don't know if you truly believe the words you said, but if you do, its a true shame. I know the folks at the Westboro Baptist Church might be looking for a new leader, so maybe you should take them up on that rather than waste our time here in the Visionary ring. Cause if this is the kind of vision management has, to push the likes of you to the top, then its no vision I want to witness with my own eyes. See, you caught my attention because you seem so passionate about what you speak of. Thing is, can you back it up in the ring? What if I started grinding on you in the ring? That'd actually be kind of weird. I don't imagine Reya would appreciate it either. Nonetheless, what do you think of me? Have you done your research? I wear eyeliner. Must mean I'm gay, right? What if I am? Does it bother you that I've made out with another man? Oh, wow. Imagine when I put you in a headlock, your face will be so close to mine that has rubbed against another man's face. Does that bother you? It shouldn't. But what should bother you is when I pin your shoulders to the mat for the one.. two.. three. I might take care of Reya first, so that I can have you alllllllll to myself, big guy. Then, I'll take my time in dismantling you."
PKA drinks from the glass and smiles.
PKA: "Acceptance is a funny thing. Because people are different, that makes it okay to hate them? No, not at all. I don't hate you because you think differently of people not like you, Brett. And to Reya, you are the holiest of holes, and I think no ill of you. In fact, we all need a good hole now and then. I prefer a nice, tight hold..one that looks believable and makes you wimper and cry in pain. Maybe a hold such as the octopus stretch. Speaking of stretching, can you imagine what it must feel like when those guys take the lube and then they-... oh, nevermind. Fuck the lube, anyway. Cause I'm going to beat both of you up, win the match, and I'm going do it in the rawest of ways. I'm a fucking uncooked slab of beef on top of the kitchen counter, except I'll be the one roasting and stabbing the shit out of you if I get the chance."
He has another drink.
PKA: "Acceptance, though. Alcohol has caused me to accept a lot of things. Hell, its caused me to do a lot of crazy fucking things too. Drink til he or she looks sexy? Yeah, I've allegedly been there. Drink til he's bloody and beaten? Yeah, I've done it. I don't plan on showing up drunk to my match, but you can be sure that I'm more likely to do the latter of the two if need be. I'm always ready to get ultraviolent on your ass, figuratively and literally."
PKA winks at the camera. He's toying with his opponents big time today...probably moreso Brett Carson than Reya Serra, but nonetheless, he's drunk and he's being quite the horse's ass.
PKA: "Baby."
He glares into his glass of a mixed drink before having another drink. Smacking his lips, PKA continues.
PKA: Look in my eyes..my glazed-over eyes..Look past the eyeliner. To get that line around my eyes, I had to use a pencil. Do you know something about that pencil? Its sharp. Wanna know something else? I carry it with me to the ring. I can't wait to find the time to use it. I want you to say something to me that pisses me off enough to use it. Spew your hate speech. Speak your mind. Both of you bring your A-Game because I'm in this to show the world, as well as myself, that "Grade A" isn't just a dopey monicker I created in the Winter of 2001. I defeated the kNight, now I await the day. Until then, I celebrate and do all sorts of dirty, exciting things. Sin to win. No fear, no limits, just pain."
He reclines in his chair and enjoys another drink as the scene fades t- *knock knock knock* -he perks up. There's his guest. The scene fades to black.
PKA puts the phone down and stands up from his very comfortable position on the couch. It's Monday night, and PKA is at home having himself a little quality flirt time with a friend over the phone. Well, he was on the phone with them. It would appear he's now invited them over. See, this has been a better week for PKA. Ever since his victory over Scott Knight, it's been celebration after celebration.
"Empty again..."
He tosses the empty rum bottle in the trash and lifts up the bag, and heads to the door.
"If only these lasted forever. Nothing does. The black didn't. Dawn.. yes.. ugh.. its cold."
Clink, clink. Clatter, clatter. The blue, outdoor trash can opens and the white trash bag filled with bottles of empty alcohol is dropped inside. PKA stands in a white tank-top and black shorts. He closes the trashcan and walks back inside of the kitchen of his apartment. He washes his hands in the sink and dries them off, before retrieving a full bottle of rum from the freezer and pouring it into his glass with cola and ice.
PKA: "Every drop counts. Every move matters. I sip the nectar of the gods and I feel the effects, getting drunk night in and night out. These effects make me fun. They make me exciting. They make me.. excited.. and happy.. and hilarious.. and a fucking good time. Whether it is Rum, Vodka, Bud Light or Peppermint Schnapps, I ingest and digest the lovely taste. Wrestling is no different. Its like when I took Scott Knight and pinned his shoulders to the mat. Oooh, so intoxicating. When I drink, I don't walk with a stumble, I step with a swagger. At the age of 30, you saw that I can still get it done in the ring. I can flip flop and mat wrestle with the best of them, and Scott Knight fell. Well, he fell to the main event of the next show, but that's a discussion for another time."
He puts the bottle of booze back in the freezer and takes his glass into the living room with him. PKA drags his hand along the wall as he walks, whether it is to hold his balance, or just cause.
PKA: "I've got the semi-main and I'm cool with that .. and I've got two people against me in a Triangle Match that couldn't be at more opposite ends of the spectrum. Or are they? One hates the gay. The other is some holier than thou being. We all know of the religious folks who think gay marriage should be illegal forever, blah blah blah. I don't know where Reya stands, but I know she's a damn good wrestler and I've been following her for quite some time now. Brett Carson, I don't think we've met, but your promo last week on Breakthrough made my ears perk up. You made my eyes glisten. I think I got a little tingling in my pants, too. Yeah, it definitely moved. No, not cause of the HATE SPEECH you were spewing, but how you did it. See, I don't know if you truly believe the words you said, but if you do, its a true shame. I know the folks at the Westboro Baptist Church might be looking for a new leader, so maybe you should take them up on that rather than waste our time here in the Visionary ring. Cause if this is the kind of vision management has, to push the likes of you to the top, then its no vision I want to witness with my own eyes. See, you caught my attention because you seem so passionate about what you speak of. Thing is, can you back it up in the ring? What if I started grinding on you in the ring? That'd actually be kind of weird. I don't imagine Reya would appreciate it either. Nonetheless, what do you think of me? Have you done your research? I wear eyeliner. Must mean I'm gay, right? What if I am? Does it bother you that I've made out with another man? Oh, wow. Imagine when I put you in a headlock, your face will be so close to mine that has rubbed against another man's face. Does that bother you? It shouldn't. But what should bother you is when I pin your shoulders to the mat for the one.. two.. three. I might take care of Reya first, so that I can have you alllllllll to myself, big guy. Then, I'll take my time in dismantling you."
PKA drinks from the glass and smiles.
PKA: "Acceptance is a funny thing. Because people are different, that makes it okay to hate them? No, not at all. I don't hate you because you think differently of people not like you, Brett. And to Reya, you are the holiest of holes, and I think no ill of you. In fact, we all need a good hole now and then. I prefer a nice, tight hold..one that looks believable and makes you wimper and cry in pain. Maybe a hold such as the octopus stretch. Speaking of stretching, can you imagine what it must feel like when those guys take the lube and then they-... oh, nevermind. Fuck the lube, anyway. Cause I'm going to beat both of you up, win the match, and I'm going do it in the rawest of ways. I'm a fucking uncooked slab of beef on top of the kitchen counter, except I'll be the one roasting and stabbing the shit out of you if I get the chance."
He has another drink.
PKA: "Acceptance, though. Alcohol has caused me to accept a lot of things. Hell, its caused me to do a lot of crazy fucking things too. Drink til he or she looks sexy? Yeah, I've allegedly been there. Drink til he's bloody and beaten? Yeah, I've done it. I don't plan on showing up drunk to my match, but you can be sure that I'm more likely to do the latter of the two if need be. I'm always ready to get ultraviolent on your ass, figuratively and literally."
PKA winks at the camera. He's toying with his opponents big time today...probably moreso Brett Carson than Reya Serra, but nonetheless, he's drunk and he's being quite the horse's ass.
PKA: "Baby."
He glares into his glass of a mixed drink before having another drink. Smacking his lips, PKA continues.
PKA: Look in my eyes..my glazed-over eyes..Look past the eyeliner. To get that line around my eyes, I had to use a pencil. Do you know something about that pencil? Its sharp. Wanna know something else? I carry it with me to the ring. I can't wait to find the time to use it. I want you to say something to me that pisses me off enough to use it. Spew your hate speech. Speak your mind. Both of you bring your A-Game because I'm in this to show the world, as well as myself, that "Grade A" isn't just a dopey monicker I created in the Winter of 2001. I defeated the kNight, now I await the day. Until then, I celebrate and do all sorts of dirty, exciting things. Sin to win. No fear, no limits, just pain."
He reclines in his chair and enjoys another drink as the scene fades t- *knock knock knock* -he perks up. There's his guest. The scene fades to black.
