PKA is leaning against a wall in his large dining room. He stands there, against the wall, holding a peice of paper in his right hand. His left wrist, of course, is still in the cast. PKA looks intensly at the picture and then rips it almost in half from side to side. The camera pans over to see that it was a promo picture of The Mainstreamer with the NWO Championship around his waist. PKA ripped off the bottom part where the championship belt was around his waist, so now, you only see his upper body. PKA smiles as he looks at the upper body shot of The Mainstreamer, without the title.
"Mainstreamer, do you see what I've done here? I've shown you how things will be in a week or so. When we meet in that ring at Gladiator for the NWO Title, you will no longer have it around your waist. No longer will you be shooting promo pictures, get the best interviews and get the most publicity. That will all change, Mainstreamer. You have defended that championship more than anyone in history, and I applaud you for that. The thing is, your last defense has already passed, and this defense..well.. it won't be as successful as your last."
PKA walks through the big corridor into what looks to be the living room. This room is much bigger than his in Kansas. The entire house is much larger. He walks towards the fireplace and sits down on a chair in front of it.
PKA looks around the room and then at the camera smiling. "You see all of this, Mainstreamer? I'm already living a champion's life. I've got this huge house and I'm doing fine. My wrist is almost healed up, and I'm about one-hundred percent. I'm feeling pretty damn good about myself these days. How about you? Ah- don't answer that question, I know how you feel. You feel like you are on top of the world right now. You had a nice little win against Maxx Pain on Malice after hitting him with your finisher.. you feel good don't ya? The championship title you hold ever so closely is shined up real nice just for you, probably done by your own personal serveants. You've got people waiting for you backstage each night to congratulate you on another well-fought match, no matter if it was or not, just to kiss your ass in hopes of being on the NWO Champion's good side. You had a nice little run-in at HSW InfeXion on the 17th, beating the shit out of Skip Rawlin. You are one tough man aren't you? Well..."
PKA sits forward, even closer to the camera. His voice increases, "Well snap the hell out of it! You had better start thinking straight and thinking about what's important this week. This is the week before your title defense against me, Mainstreamer. You may had beat me last time we fought, but there was interference, and things got way out of hand."
PKA's voice lowers once more. He sits back. "You're going to have to face me, one on one, once more.. and I'm asking for the stipulation to be made that there is NO Interference in this match.. are you man enough to face me..mano y mano? I doubt it."
PKA then stands up, and holds the two peices of the picture up, looking at them again. "Your theme music is entitled "Hate Me Now", and how interesting that it is..because I do. Mine, on the other hand, is called "My Time", and do you want to know why? Because I have fought my way through the WoW and NWO for over two years, Mainstreamer. I have shed enough blood for this company than you can imagine. I am well overdue for my FAIR titleshot, which I have yet to receive. It seems like every time I get a big match that I'm looking forward to, lately, things get messed up because of outside interference. Well, if you accept my stipulation request, I am telling you.. NO, I am guarenteeing you that it will be, as my music says, My Time!"
PKA then tosses the two pictures into the fireplace and watches them burn with an intense look in his face. A black man, in a tuxedo, then steps into the picture. This is Joe.
Joe speaks, "Suh, tha dinnuh is ready."
PKA nods, acknowledging Joe. "Great, I'm starved." PKA takes one last look at the camera before walking off with Joe to eat dinner. He's hungry all right, hungry for a title win at Gladiator...the scene fades to black.
The scene opens up at PKA's new home in San Diego, California. After he left Malice, PKA couldn't stop thinking about what, in just over a week, he'd be competing for. He couldn't get the thought out of his mind that in only a matter of days he would be facing the Mainstreamer once again for the NWO Championship. Thoughts of his previous title match with The Mainstreamer filled his head as he wondered if it would turn out the same way or not. He hopes it doesn't.
