Post by PKA on Jul 21, 2014 22:52:24 GMT -6
The scene opens with PKA seated on a wooden chair in the middle of his living room. He looks around at the dirty clothes, empty beer cans, dirty glasses and more that surrounds him. He shrugs as he leans forward, hands placed on his knees, his head down. PKA brushes the black hair out of his face as he looks up at the camera and holds up two fingers.
Two times. Two times! Two times I've lost to Brett Carson, and at Breakthrough, he insists it will happen again. The Xcel Championship Tournament begins and the powers that be have chosen Your Ol' Pal Peeks to be a part of it. Of COURSE they did. But then again, they also chose seven others. The lucky seven? No, no. The losing seven. I'm the one that will win this all if I have any say in it. Sadly enough, I don't.
PKA sticks his tongue out of his mouth and licks his lips. He bites his tongue and rolls his eyes.
La la.. same song and dance, a little seltzer in your pants. History will tell us it wasn't meant to be when they look back at my career. That is how I truly feel. I'll be honest with you - I'm doubting myself more than ever before. I won't lie to you. I truly was honest when I said I've never felt so alive, but that was coming off of a sweet victory. And then last week? Well, that was a joke. Starrkadian is a joke and so are the people that think he's something special. That guy is a joke. So maybe if I put some tassels on, drop some acid and play J-Pop at 11 then I will be something?
He rolls his neck left and right, left and right, allowing his eyes to roll in the back of his head. He smirks.
I haven't been sober in a week or more. That's a shoot. Not only is my back killing me from that bump I took, but I just can't fucking deal with this. I'm BETTER than this. Yet week in and week out, you see PKA barely miss out. You see me barely lose and quite frankly, BARELY ain't cuttin' it. I've spent my time getting bent and come Tuesday night, I'm going to be celebrating with yet another adult beverage in my hand because I will have my arm raised in victory. Trust me, the party ain't stoppin' until I start droppin'.. and I ain't layin' down for nobody. I'm ready for more.
PKA rubs his hands together at a rapid pace while he sways back and forth and licks his lips. He bites his bottom lip before continuing.
Sometimes I ask myself why I do this shit. I spend all my free time doing stupid shit. I train for wrestling. I lose. I drink the booze. I win. What? Which one sounds more appetizing to you, sir or madam? Shall I refill your water now and come back later to see if you're ready to order or do you realize how FUCKING OBVIOUS IT TRULY IS? HUH???
PKA stands up and kicks the chair over. He grabs the camera and puts his face right up to it.
I could probably be a star if I tried a little harder at it. Heh..
He backs off from the camera.
I could be the number one hit instead of doing all this dumb shit. I'm sure I'd be great at running my own company. I'd be awesome at training the up and comers and showing them all the right and wrong things.
He brings his right hand across his chest and scratches his left shoulder blade.
But its so much time and the time ain't worth it. There's so much stressed involved and that ain't worth it. But you know something? I love the challenge. I'm too fucking STUBBORN to realize when to say die. That's probably why I do the crazy shit I do in that ring. But trust me, V-Ow hasn't seen the real side of PKA yet. No, no. Will they ever? Maybe. Maybe...
You see, Brett Carson - I'm not going to let you get under my skin. You can talk about my dreams and what the reality is all you want, but the fact of the matter is that I dreamed of being a pro wrestler when I was a child and I am one today. As a pro wrestler, I dreamed of winning titles, and I won titles. In V O W, I don't dream. This is the real world and dreamers only have nightmares. I once did dream, but now I realize that those dreams have gotten me nowhere. I'm now a realist. Trust me, you're looking at the realest motherfucker in that locker room. I don't walk around puffing my chest up and telling people what's right and what's wrong. I go to work. I do my job. I leave. I promote the company. I am an upstanding employee of V O W and Brett? You're pathetic, and an embarrassment to this business and quite frankly - this entire world. It is close-minded people like you who make it so a kid can't express his true feelings without fear of being judged, picked on, bullied, beat up, exiled, or dis-owned. Its not just the kids. Its the adults. I'm sure you've heard of the elderly married man who one day decided it was his time and after fifty years of marriage to his wife, he revealed his true self. Look at George Takei - he didn't come out until he was an old, old man. Its because times were different back then. They are far from that now but there's still progress to be made. And its people like you, Brett, who are holding us all back and setting us back years and years with every bite of hate speech you spew. I would love nothing more than to take those light tubes that I carry to the ring with me and bash one over your head and shove the other one straight up your homophobic asshole - NO LUBE!
He takes a deep breath and cracks his neck. He picks up the chair and sits back down on it. After taking a moment to get control over himself, he continues.
I'd rather be complete out of my mind and leave all of my worries behind, rather than sit here and tell you this and that about what I'd like to do to you. See? Is this all worth it? I can tell you all how much I am against the things you say and express all I want, but will that get me anywhere? What if the powers that be are on your side? What if the Minnesota fans boo me because I love every person who isn't an evil asshole, such as yourself? Oh, no! What if people don't like me? So be it. I've been hated in my career plenty of times. People can think what they want. But I think, no - I know that what I am saying and what I am standing up for is the right thing. So to answer my question of 'is it worth it?' - hell yes it is. If my words aren't getting my point across and if my words aren't properly expressing how much of a cowardly, hateful prick you are, then maybe I can express myself a little better in the ring...
PKA clenches his fist and scowls.
Out of my mind, oh, that'd be a great place to be. You must be out of YOUR mind if you think I'm going to allow you to pin me a third time. You talk about dreaming and imaginations.. heh.. I don't dream of being the best. I don't dream of being the champion. In my world, I am already the best. And I'm the champion of every single person you've stepped on to get this job. I'm the champion of every kid who skips school in fear of being bullied. I'm the champion of every teenager who makes up a lie every time his friends ask him why he doesn't have a girlfriend. I'm the champion of every 20-something guy who's finally starting to be who he truly is, but there are so-called friends or other people around him that cause him to shy away from being himself.
Quite frankly, I'm a little surprised that you - wait no, scratch that. I'm not surprised that all you think I am is a trash, backyard wrestler. If you'd study on me, you'd know that before I took it to the extreme, I studied and worked with the best of the best in Japan and Mexico. The Lucharesu style is not hardcore, but it IS hard hitting. It is fast, it is intense, and it is some of the most difficult wrestling to master, but I've done that. You see, we can all be great wrestlers, but what's the one thing that sets me apart from the rest?
PKA leans over on his right side and picks up a fluorescent light tube. He nestles it with his cheek and smiles.
See, Brett. I don't have to make you bleed in order to beat you. I don't have to hit you with this fluorescent light tube in order to beat you. But guess what? I sure as hell wouldn't be against doing either of those. Not one bit.
He kisses the light tube and leans it over his left shoulder.
I can't wait until Tuesday night. Like I said, there will be a celebration. After I beat you in that ring in the most cold-blooded fashion allowed by the state of Minnesota, I'll enjoy a cold beer at the bar down the road. It'll be a cold day in hell if you win that match. No chance in hell that you do, though. Speaking of Hell - they're waiting on you. There's no place for you here - in this world or in this company - so why don't I go ahead and end it all for you tomorrow night? I'll do it - you know why? No Fear. No Limits. Just PAIN...
He kisses the light tube once more and grins as the scene fades to black.
Two times. Two times! Two times I've lost to Brett Carson, and at Breakthrough, he insists it will happen again. The Xcel Championship Tournament begins and the powers that be have chosen Your Ol' Pal Peeks to be a part of it. Of COURSE they did. But then again, they also chose seven others. The lucky seven? No, no. The losing seven. I'm the one that will win this all if I have any say in it. Sadly enough, I don't.
PKA sticks his tongue out of his mouth and licks his lips. He bites his tongue and rolls his eyes.
La la.. same song and dance, a little seltzer in your pants. History will tell us it wasn't meant to be when they look back at my career. That is how I truly feel. I'll be honest with you - I'm doubting myself more than ever before. I won't lie to you. I truly was honest when I said I've never felt so alive, but that was coming off of a sweet victory. And then last week? Well, that was a joke. Starrkadian is a joke and so are the people that think he's something special. That guy is a joke. So maybe if I put some tassels on, drop some acid and play J-Pop at 11 then I will be something?
He rolls his neck left and right, left and right, allowing his eyes to roll in the back of his head. He smirks.
I haven't been sober in a week or more. That's a shoot. Not only is my back killing me from that bump I took, but I just can't fucking deal with this. I'm BETTER than this. Yet week in and week out, you see PKA barely miss out. You see me barely lose and quite frankly, BARELY ain't cuttin' it. I've spent my time getting bent and come Tuesday night, I'm going to be celebrating with yet another adult beverage in my hand because I will have my arm raised in victory. Trust me, the party ain't stoppin' until I start droppin'.. and I ain't layin' down for nobody. I'm ready for more.
PKA rubs his hands together at a rapid pace while he sways back and forth and licks his lips. He bites his bottom lip before continuing.
Sometimes I ask myself why I do this shit. I spend all my free time doing stupid shit. I train for wrestling. I lose. I drink the booze. I win. What? Which one sounds more appetizing to you, sir or madam? Shall I refill your water now and come back later to see if you're ready to order or do you realize how FUCKING OBVIOUS IT TRULY IS? HUH???
PKA stands up and kicks the chair over. He grabs the camera and puts his face right up to it.
I could probably be a star if I tried a little harder at it. Heh..
He backs off from the camera.
I could be the number one hit instead of doing all this dumb shit. I'm sure I'd be great at running my own company. I'd be awesome at training the up and comers and showing them all the right and wrong things.
He brings his right hand across his chest and scratches his left shoulder blade.
But its so much time and the time ain't worth it. There's so much stressed involved and that ain't worth it. But you know something? I love the challenge. I'm too fucking STUBBORN to realize when to say die. That's probably why I do the crazy shit I do in that ring. But trust me, V-Ow hasn't seen the real side of PKA yet. No, no. Will they ever? Maybe. Maybe...
You see, Brett Carson - I'm not going to let you get under my skin. You can talk about my dreams and what the reality is all you want, but the fact of the matter is that I dreamed of being a pro wrestler when I was a child and I am one today. As a pro wrestler, I dreamed of winning titles, and I won titles. In V O W, I don't dream. This is the real world and dreamers only have nightmares. I once did dream, but now I realize that those dreams have gotten me nowhere. I'm now a realist. Trust me, you're looking at the realest motherfucker in that locker room. I don't walk around puffing my chest up and telling people what's right and what's wrong. I go to work. I do my job. I leave. I promote the company. I am an upstanding employee of V O W and Brett? You're pathetic, and an embarrassment to this business and quite frankly - this entire world. It is close-minded people like you who make it so a kid can't express his true feelings without fear of being judged, picked on, bullied, beat up, exiled, or dis-owned. Its not just the kids. Its the adults. I'm sure you've heard of the elderly married man who one day decided it was his time and after fifty years of marriage to his wife, he revealed his true self. Look at George Takei - he didn't come out until he was an old, old man. Its because times were different back then. They are far from that now but there's still progress to be made. And its people like you, Brett, who are holding us all back and setting us back years and years with every bite of hate speech you spew. I would love nothing more than to take those light tubes that I carry to the ring with me and bash one over your head and shove the other one straight up your homophobic asshole - NO LUBE!
He takes a deep breath and cracks his neck. He picks up the chair and sits back down on it. After taking a moment to get control over himself, he continues.
I'd rather be complete out of my mind and leave all of my worries behind, rather than sit here and tell you this and that about what I'd like to do to you. See? Is this all worth it? I can tell you all how much I am against the things you say and express all I want, but will that get me anywhere? What if the powers that be are on your side? What if the Minnesota fans boo me because I love every person who isn't an evil asshole, such as yourself? Oh, no! What if people don't like me? So be it. I've been hated in my career plenty of times. People can think what they want. But I think, no - I know that what I am saying and what I am standing up for is the right thing. So to answer my question of 'is it worth it?' - hell yes it is. If my words aren't getting my point across and if my words aren't properly expressing how much of a cowardly, hateful prick you are, then maybe I can express myself a little better in the ring...
PKA clenches his fist and scowls.
Out of my mind, oh, that'd be a great place to be. You must be out of YOUR mind if you think I'm going to allow you to pin me a third time. You talk about dreaming and imaginations.. heh.. I don't dream of being the best. I don't dream of being the champion. In my world, I am already the best. And I'm the champion of every single person you've stepped on to get this job. I'm the champion of every kid who skips school in fear of being bullied. I'm the champion of every teenager who makes up a lie every time his friends ask him why he doesn't have a girlfriend. I'm the champion of every 20-something guy who's finally starting to be who he truly is, but there are so-called friends or other people around him that cause him to shy away from being himself.
Quite frankly, I'm a little surprised that you - wait no, scratch that. I'm not surprised that all you think I am is a trash, backyard wrestler. If you'd study on me, you'd know that before I took it to the extreme, I studied and worked with the best of the best in Japan and Mexico. The Lucharesu style is not hardcore, but it IS hard hitting. It is fast, it is intense, and it is some of the most difficult wrestling to master, but I've done that. You see, we can all be great wrestlers, but what's the one thing that sets me apart from the rest?
PKA leans over on his right side and picks up a fluorescent light tube. He nestles it with his cheek and smiles.
See, Brett. I don't have to make you bleed in order to beat you. I don't have to hit you with this fluorescent light tube in order to beat you. But guess what? I sure as hell wouldn't be against doing either of those. Not one bit.
He kisses the light tube and leans it over his left shoulder.
I can't wait until Tuesday night. Like I said, there will be a celebration. After I beat you in that ring in the most cold-blooded fashion allowed by the state of Minnesota, I'll enjoy a cold beer at the bar down the road. It'll be a cold day in hell if you win that match. No chance in hell that you do, though. Speaking of Hell - they're waiting on you. There's no place for you here - in this world or in this company - so why don't I go ahead and end it all for you tomorrow night? I'll do it - you know why? No Fear. No Limits. Just PAIN...
He kisses the light tube once more and grins as the scene fades to black.