Post by PKA on Aug 13, 2014 22:04:05 GMT -6
The scene opens, showing a large, flat screen television. It is broadcasting the main event of VOW Heatstroke. The visual of PKA getting the victory is being shown as a soft moan is heard in the background. The camera pans further away from the TV, and the end of a bed is revealed. More low, but gradually louder moans, are heard. The camera continues to pan back. We see sheets, and as the camera goes further back, showing more of the room, we see two feet. The toes are painted red, and they curl as we hear more moans. The moans get louder and louder as the camera continues to pan back even more. Sheets cover the body of what seems to be a female. The moans definitely sound like one. There is absolutely some sort of activity going on underneath the sheet, but it seems like only one body is there. The camera pans back some more to show a glimpse of the face of an attractive, fit, brunette female. She lets out one large moan and arches her head back as the scene cuts to static.
PKA: "Thanks, bro. Wow..."
Kris: "I honestly wish I was calling that match. I haven't seen you go that hard in a long time. What was it like?"
PKA: "I'll tell ya exactly what it was like. I've been replaying it in my head all week long. In fact.."
PKA points off camera and speaks with an announcer voice.
PKA: "Let's gooooooooooo to the tape!!!"
A confused Kris looks to the left and then back at PKA, who is still pointing.
Kris: "What are you pointing at?"
The camera pans to the direction PKA Was pointing and all there is is a loveseat and a fake plant in the corner. The camera pans back to PKA who drops his arm and shrugs his shoulders.
PKA: "You're no fun. Here."
He grabs his computer mouse and clicks PLAY on a video. The camera pans to the computer monitor and fades in to a previously recorded promo by PKA. He stands on his back porch with a black duffel bag strung over his shoulder. Wearing a white t-shirt and red-rimmed hipster shades, PKA looks off into the distance and reflects out loud.
"The referee's hand hit the mat once. Here we go. The referee's hand hit the mat a second time. I got this. The referee's hand hit the mat a third time. Oh My God! This is happening. Here is your winner... the first Xcel Champion ever... The Pure Style Perfectionist... he is the first champion in company history... he is Patrick Kay Anthony. Holy shit - that's me, and those were the thoughts going through my mind. If I could bottle that feeling and sell it, I wouldn't. I want that shit to myself. I'd drink it every day. The feeling to become the first ever champion in company history and do it in the main event on pay per view was such an amazing one. I can hardly describe it. It was so surreal. Hell, I signed on to Twitter days later and had people congratulating me and I kind of felt like a dick for not replying in a reasonable time, but to be honest, I was too busy soaking it all in and celebrating to even look at the Twitter machine."
PKA pulls the VOW Xcel Title out of his black duffel bag and he places the championship on his shoulder. A smile from ear to ear covers PKA's face as he looks at the title and taps it with his hand. He looks into the camera and continues smiling as the glare of the sun shines off of his sunglasses.
"This title proves what I have been saying all along - I'm much more than an ultraviolent crazy man who puts his body on the line with ridiculous stunts and high risks. I am first and foremost a legitimate professional wrestler. I'm not a backyard spotmonkey. I'm not an uncoordinated botchamania machine. I am the premier pioneer of pure wrestling in Visionaries of Wrestling. This title is proof that I excel at what I do between those ropes inside of that 20 by 20 ring. Which takes me to my match at Breakthrough this week. I am facing the winner of the first ever Quest for the Case, Ziu Zhong. Who? Ziu, that's who. See, on that night last week, we both made history. We both went out there and busted our ass to entertain the fans and win our match. Some of us had to actually ...wrestle... to win the match, while others climbed foreign objects and pulled things down from less-than-steady cables."
PKA adjusts the championship on his shoulder and adjusts his sunglasses as well as he looks out in the distance of a setting sun.
"Ziu, we're both on a roll, and both coming off huge wins. The momentum will carry us both to a collision course in the main event of Breakthrough. Ziu, I'm ready for my second main event challenge. Thing is, I've got to have eyes in the back of my head. It is only a matter of time until Brett Carson pokes his head into my business yet again. Let's hope it's not during this match, but if it is, I'll be ready. Ziu is "Mr. Selfie", right? Well.."
PKA pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and holds it away from his face. He smirks and the camera 'snap' sound is heard.
"Ziu, unless you're in a pool of naked chicks with a couple dozen beers on ice and ganj all around, I doubt you'll be taking any better selfie than the one I just took. I mean look at me! I'm feeling like a hundred bucks, and most of all, I have this over my shoulder. I told the world that I'd excel, and I did .. just .. that. Ziu, you've completed your quest for the case. And at Breakthrough, you will complete another quest - the quest... for the best. 'Grade A' .. P.. K.. A.."
PKA pulls the title off of his shoulder and holds it out for the camera to see as the scene fades in the promo. The scene switches back to PKA looking at Kris Red, waiting on a reply. Kris turns to PKA and yawns.
PKA: "Oh, come on."
Kris: "I need a bathroom break."
Kris walks toward the door, but stops.
Kris: "Oh!"
Kris pulls out a crumbled up piece of paper from his pocket and hands it to PKA.
Kris: "Some chick named Kim came by earlier when you were recording that...amazing? ..uh, promo."
PKA raises his eyebrows as he takes the paper.
PKA: "Kim..?"
He checks out the paper, which has her phone number written, along with 'KiM' with a heart over the eye.
Kris: "By the way, good shit there. I'm just fucking with ya. Be right back."
Kris heads out of the room as PKA wipes a bit of sweat from his brow and collapses in his chair.
PKA: "Kim? Really? Again? How the hell..."
PKA is confused as to who this Kim woman is. Is this the same Kim that gave PKA her number at a signing weeks ago in Minnesota. PKA lives in Kansas. He is quite confused.
PKA: "Fuckin' rats, man..."
PKA crumbles up the paper and tosses it aside on the table. The scene fades to black.
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The scene fades in to PKA's computer room inside of his home in Wichita, Kansas. He's typing at the computer while his friend, Kris, texts someone in the background. PKA is browsing the Visionaries of Wrestling website and scrolling through when Kris looks up at the computer screen. He is reminded of PKA's victory of the Xcel Championship, defeating Casanova English in the main event of Heatstroke. PKA is the first ever champion in VOW history, and this past week has consisted of constant partying with his friends and celebrating this amazing victory. Ten years after he won his first World Title on pay per view in the main event, he won the first championship in VOW history. How can someone NOT be excited for this amazing happenstance? This being the first time that Kris has seen PKA since his big match, he compliments PKA on his win.
Kris: "Dude, congratulations. You killed it out there."
PKA: "Thanks, bro. Wow..."
Kris: "I honestly wish I was calling that match. I haven't seen you go that hard in a long time. What was it like?"
PKA: "I'll tell ya exactly what it was like. I've been replaying it in my head all week long. In fact.."
PKA points off camera and speaks with an announcer voice.
PKA: "Let's gooooooooooo to the tape!!!"
A confused Kris looks to the left and then back at PKA, who is still pointing.
Kris: "What are you pointing at?"
The camera pans to the direction PKA Was pointing and all there is is a loveseat and a fake plant in the corner. The camera pans back to PKA who drops his arm and shrugs his shoulders.
PKA: "You're no fun. Here."
He grabs his computer mouse and clicks PLAY on a video. The camera pans to the computer monitor and fades in to a previously recorded promo by PKA. He stands on his back porch with a black duffel bag strung over his shoulder. Wearing a white t-shirt and red-rimmed hipster shades, PKA looks off into the distance and reflects out loud.
"The referee's hand hit the mat once. Here we go. The referee's hand hit the mat a second time. I got this. The referee's hand hit the mat a third time. Oh My God! This is happening. Here is your winner... the first Xcel Champion ever... The Pure Style Perfectionist... he is the first champion in company history... he is Patrick Kay Anthony. Holy shit - that's me, and those were the thoughts going through my mind. If I could bottle that feeling and sell it, I wouldn't. I want that shit to myself. I'd drink it every day. The feeling to become the first ever champion in company history and do it in the main event on pay per view was such an amazing one. I can hardly describe it. It was so surreal. Hell, I signed on to Twitter days later and had people congratulating me and I kind of felt like a dick for not replying in a reasonable time, but to be honest, I was too busy soaking it all in and celebrating to even look at the Twitter machine."
PKA pulls the VOW Xcel Title out of his black duffel bag and he places the championship on his shoulder. A smile from ear to ear covers PKA's face as he looks at the title and taps it with his hand. He looks into the camera and continues smiling as the glare of the sun shines off of his sunglasses.
"This title proves what I have been saying all along - I'm much more than an ultraviolent crazy man who puts his body on the line with ridiculous stunts and high risks. I am first and foremost a legitimate professional wrestler. I'm not a backyard spotmonkey. I'm not an uncoordinated botchamania machine. I am the premier pioneer of pure wrestling in Visionaries of Wrestling. This title is proof that I excel at what I do between those ropes inside of that 20 by 20 ring. Which takes me to my match at Breakthrough this week. I am facing the winner of the first ever Quest for the Case, Ziu Zhong. Who? Ziu, that's who. See, on that night last week, we both made history. We both went out there and busted our ass to entertain the fans and win our match. Some of us had to actually ...wrestle... to win the match, while others climbed foreign objects and pulled things down from less-than-steady cables."
PKA adjusts the championship on his shoulder and adjusts his sunglasses as well as he looks out in the distance of a setting sun.
"Ziu, we're both on a roll, and both coming off huge wins. The momentum will carry us both to a collision course in the main event of Breakthrough. Ziu, I'm ready for my second main event challenge. Thing is, I've got to have eyes in the back of my head. It is only a matter of time until Brett Carson pokes his head into my business yet again. Let's hope it's not during this match, but if it is, I'll be ready. Ziu is "Mr. Selfie", right? Well.."
PKA pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and holds it away from his face. He smirks and the camera 'snap' sound is heard.
"Ziu, unless you're in a pool of naked chicks with a couple dozen beers on ice and ganj all around, I doubt you'll be taking any better selfie than the one I just took. I mean look at me! I'm feeling like a hundred bucks, and most of all, I have this over my shoulder. I told the world that I'd excel, and I did .. just .. that. Ziu, you've completed your quest for the case. And at Breakthrough, you will complete another quest - the quest... for the best. 'Grade A' .. P.. K.. A.."
PKA pulls the title off of his shoulder and holds it out for the camera to see as the scene fades in the promo. The scene switches back to PKA looking at Kris Red, waiting on a reply. Kris turns to PKA and yawns.
PKA: "Oh, come on."
Kris: "I need a bathroom break."
Kris walks toward the door, but stops.
Kris: "Oh!"
Kris pulls out a crumbled up piece of paper from his pocket and hands it to PKA.
Kris: "Some chick named Kim came by earlier when you were recording that...amazing? ..uh, promo."
PKA raises his eyebrows as he takes the paper.
PKA: "Kim..?"
He checks out the paper, which has her phone number written, along with 'KiM' with a heart over the eye.
Kris: "By the way, good shit there. I'm just fucking with ya. Be right back."
Kris heads out of the room as PKA wipes a bit of sweat from his brow and collapses in his chair.
PKA: "Kim? Really? Again? How the hell..."
PKA is confused as to who this Kim woman is. Is this the same Kim that gave PKA her number at a signing weeks ago in Minnesota. PKA lives in Kansas. He is quite confused.
PKA: "Fuckin' rats, man..."
PKA crumbles up the paper and tosses it aside on the table. The scene fades to black.
