"Mainstreamer, you may wonder where I'm at. Well, let me tell you. I'm in Las Angeles - Hollywood. This is where it all goes down in the show business of today. Many of the great movies of yesterday and today were filmed in this town. Stars were born here. Lives were crushed here. Magic, was made here. The thing is Mainstreamer, this is not only the place where movies are made, its where the rewards are given.. its where AWARDS are given.. at least tonight they will be. Tonight, in this very town, the Academy Awards will be held. Hundreds and thousands of people will fill the theater. Many stars will arrive in hopes of a big win. 'The nominees are' will become a phrase heard throughout the night, and be the last phrase before the anticipated win. Stars will sit in their seats, palms sweaty, eyes widened, mouths open...trying to hold on as they hope for the big win. When the winner is finally announced, the music hits, the announcer speaks, the crowd applauds, one person stands tall... the award is given and the acceptance speech is accepted by the crowd because they know that the person on that stage is incredibly happy to win an Academy Award. The people listen, and when the end comes, the award winner makes their way backstage, on to even more celebration. Their career will get even better from there on out, because now, they have an Academy Award."
PKA continues to walk down the sidewalk. He approaches a street light and stops, waiting for the "Walk" signal to come on from across the street. A few moments later, it does, and he, along with three other people, makes his way across the street. When he gets there, he continues his walk.
"The people in the award show will be very different, yet all the same. Most of the movie stars that will be there as presenters or nominees will be rich. The way they live their lives is only imagined by millions of people. Maybe that's why so many tune in to their TV Shows.. to their movies, to their award shows, to just see the lives they wish to have? Maybe. The stars who arrive tonight will be big ones at that. There are no Grade B stars on television tonight, no no, they are all Grade A. Everyone on the red carpet will be in the spotlight, in the snap shots, in the... mainstream. To be in the mainstream is to be the dominant trend in thought, culture, and fashion. These stars are much more than stars, they are superstars. Walking on the red carpet, wearing only the best clothing, the most expensive bling bling, and sporting the talk of the week trend is going to be verrry common tonight. But when it all comes down to it, its all about being in the mainstream."
PKA slows down his walk and has a seat on a bench outside of a local bar. A motorcycle revs up and takes a turn out of the parking lot of the bar and into the road. The heavy-set man, with long hair and bushy beard holds his head high as the air flows around and onto his face. PKA speaks.
"See? Even that man is happy. Why is he so happy? If I were in his place, I'd be miserable. I would hate to be as obese as he is, as hairy as he is, and as downright ugly as he is. But then again, I'm not him. He holds his head high for a reason, but what's the reason? I believe its because he believes he has done his best. He's happy how he is. To him, having a Harley bike, a big ass gut, a long as hell goatee and a leather jacket with more shit hanging off of it than you can count is...perfect. He doesn't care how people look at him. He doesn't care what people say about him. To him, he's living the high life. In his neighborhood, in his bar, in his bikers club, he is in the mainstream. He's sporting the best gear a biker can sport. He's riding the most expensive bike a biker can find. Did you see the size of that baby? I'm sure he hasn't gotten laid in months, but that's all right! He's just fine. He's entirely... perfect."
PKA stands up and looks up at the bar's banner, memorizing the name. He then walks back the way he came before. He slowly walks along the sidewalk. The sun is almost fully risen now, as it is approaching 7am. The traffic is increasing. PKA still takes his time as he walks, and looks into the camera to speak.
"I bet you are wondering why the hell I'm saying all of this, aren't you? Well, allow me to explain to those of you who may be a little slow...Mainstreamer...for example. I don't want to leave the dumb ones stumped.. I'll help you catch up to what's going on. Don't have a panic attack, Mainy, its all good. Here.. see, what I'm saying is, there is a big difference between what's good and what's bad. In some people's views, living the life of a superstar is the best in the world. In their views, living as a superstar means you have finally made it in the mainstream of it all. Life is now perfect. In the minds of those less driven, as that biker was, things aren't the same. That biker believed he had already made it to the mainstream. The life he is living was the best he can ever imagine. Its perfect. The divider between the mainstream and perfection is clear- but the person invisioning them is what shakes things up. Some people may look at you, Mainstreamer, and see a man who can truly be an idol. Looking at you, a multiple time title holder, a two time NWO Champion...those are some great accomplishments. They may see someone who they can look up to. They look at you and see a champion, someone who holds gold, and because of that material aspect, you are the one to truly listen to, and to pay more attention to. You are the man to watch. You, are perfect. You, are in the mainstream."
PKA stops. He looks at the camera and shakes his head.
"And then you have me, PKA. People look at me and see a man who has wrestled his career professionaly for over two years and has no big title wins to show for it. They look at me and see I have a measly Cruiserweight title win... two times a European Champion of WoW, tag team champion a couple times, heh, not very great, in some people's minds. Then, I made history, as the first ever NWO International Champion. They looked at me in a different light. Then, when I defended the title week after week without ever losing, they respected me as a champion. When I was run down by that Dodge Ram back in 2003, it was all crushed. When I returned, people saw me as a different person, not as someone with a title belt, but as a true wrestler. They saw me go out there week after week and do what I do best, entertain. I put on matches that people cheered for. Sure, some of my actions were booed, but at the end of all of my matches, there were people who could not believe I walked out of that ring on my own, and they were happy they paid to see that show live. That's when you feel good, Mainstreamer. When you know you can draw a crowd on pure wrestling technique and performance, you know you've made it. I don't need a title to represent perfection, because I already have it. I don't need a few dozen pounds of gold to tell me I'm in the mainstream of it all, because I'm already looked at as one hell of an athlete. Would I like to be called NWO Champion? You bet your ass I would. It doesn't matter if I'm wrestling my high flying style, or just going plain ultraviolent on someone's punk ass, I'm still happy. I'm still giving people their money's worth."
PKA begins walking again with his hands now behind his back.
"I'm glad you accepted my second challenge, Mainstreamer. But I don't think you quite understand the pain you will be put through by accepting this stipulation. An Ultraviolent match isn't just your everyday street fight, its a total bloodbath. You ask why I would work out for our match? Maybe its because that extra weight I lifted may be the thing to help me get out away from you when you are choking me with a wire? Maybe when you are about to hit me with a steel chair, those extra leg muscles will help me to move out of the way quicker? You should think about these things. Using inocent people as target practice and blowing shit up won't help you in the match at Gladiator. When we do meet, and when I show you what its like to be taken to the extreme by an Ultraviolent Perfectionist like I am.. all will come into focus for me. When I pin you for the three count and my hand is raised, whether I can stand on my own or not, whether I can see through the blood or not, it will all be clear...clear that I had already made it, but at that time, after the bell rings, I will have finally, in the people's eyes, in the eyes of the guys' backstage, truly made it to the mainstream of wrestling... and life for me there on out will be known as...perfect."
PKA stops as he sees a long black limo pull to the curb. A black man gets out in a tuxedo. This is Joe. He motions for PKA to come on in as he opens up the door. PKA shakes Joe's hand and gets in the car. Joe closes the door and goes to the front of the limo. He opens up the driver's door and then pulls into the traffic as the scene fades to black.
The scene opens up as PKA walks down a sidewalk next to the moderately busy streets of downtown Las Angeles, California. He looks at the people as they pass him, as do they to him. His hair is wet, jeans baggy, shirt white.. PKA looks towards the camera and speaks.
