...why this, why rose, why now? this week had to have something bad happen in it didn't it? i have this big match with ichabod for the brutality title on ruffhouse, and my girlfriend leaves me, or i'd hope its not worse than that. surely she just didn't love me anymore, i can see because i don't spend much time with her...
~ pka: 9/27/02~
The tall building looms out over the street in silence as the late night begins to set in. There are three or four people walking along the sidewalk, but two people stand on the sidewalk looking upward at the building. As the view comes slowly down to ground level, you can see that one is a blonde woman and one is a bald man. The two figures turn, and they look into the camera with sadistic smiles upon their faces. Ichabod leans up against a newspaper vending machine and Deidre lights a Marlboro Red. Taking a cue, Ichabod lights a Newport for himself. As he breathes in the nicotine and tar, he exhales with expression and raises his eyebrows at the camera.
I caught your promo earlier today, PKA, and I must say, you had a lot to say. Most of it was nonsense, of course, but at least I could see a fraction of the intensity you'll need to last in the ring with me. It looks like my little plan paid off. But, in opening your mouth, you've prompted me to speak out once again and show you why you are hardly more than a two bit curtain jerker who has no business challenging men like me.
Deidre and Ichabod walk over to the entrance of the building and take a seat on one of the benches. An imaginary cordon separates the smoke free section they sit in from the smaller smokers area with no benches. Deidre snorts at the signs indicating the smoking area as Ichabod begins to speak.
First of all, I wonder how it is that you saw my promo, obviously, considering you knew what I had said toward you, but you completely missed the fact that I kidnapped Rose. Are you blind son? I mean you picked out particular things that I had said, yet you went on to speculate on where Rose was and if she had left you. She should leave your stupid ass, considering that you watched my promo and didn't even notice the punishment I was giving her.
Next, you decided to put words in my mouth. Not once did I ever say I needed a stable to win my matches. I won the Brutality Title, the Undisputed Title, and beat Triple X a few weeks back, all on my own. The Revelation did not come out once during the match at Malice, no they waited until AFTER the match. If you had been paying even enough attention to notice that Rose was with me, then you'd have heard me saying you need strength in numbers to get what you want, not to win matches. And so far, I'm getting pretty much what I want. I may not be the Undisputed Champion right now, but thanks to my crew, I'll get another shot, trust me. You, you've got Morbius, and you've got Rose. Rose can't handle being outnumbered as we found out last night. Morbius has been beaten embarassingly over and over, and even you admit that you have more losses than wins. My stable is a stable of former champions and legends. You don't even begin to compare.
Ichabod finishes his Newport moments before Deidre takes the final draw on her Marlboro, and they toss the butts into some nearby bushes. Ichabod cracks his knuckles and leans foward to continue.
You think what I did to Rose is going to screw your head up enough to win? Dammit, boy, what wrestling world did you come from. If you had even half the experience and intelligence I do, you'd know that mind games are the number one way to distract your opponent. If your head is messed up, you better get it straight, because not being focused is going to be your downfall. I have this talent for catching your weaknesses quicker than you think and turning them around on you harder than a Bitch Thump in the parking lot. If you aren't completely focused on me in that match, I will kill you so fast that by next week everyone will be saying, "PKA who?" Wait, what am I saying... everyone I know says that anyway. So here is a bit of advice for you. Forget Rose, forget Morbius, and just think Ichabod. Think big evil redneck with a chair, Brutality Champion who is going to put me in my place, think I'm going to get killed instead of losing if I don't focus.
You are a contrary bastard you know? You speak in contradictory terms... have I screwed your head up that badly? First you said your actions in this match are going to be something you've never done before... and then go on to say that filthy dirty matches are the way you like it? If you've never done it before how can you know if you like it? And then you want to threaten me by saying you'll round up more than just Morbius to handle the Revelation? CHILD, don't make me laugh. There isn't a group of people alive who would be able to handle the Revelation on a good day. We've wreaked havoc on ENTIRE FEDERATIONS with just the few of us. Wicked D has put somewhere in the neighborhood of sixty people in bodybags, Deidre has caused the death and near death of men who don't even wrestle, not to mention big names like Ghost, Eddie, and BRIAN GRAVES. Chandra has stabbed herself for crying out loud and shook it off just to make a point to her enemies. Draven has hospitalized nearly four hundred people in his lifetime, and me, well, you claim to know about my past, so I shouldn't have to go into the torture I've put people through in Run of the Mill matches and King Karnage bouts. What kind of task force can you assemble that will ever stop us? Bring out the entire locker room if you want, I guarantee it won't be enough to make us quit. Keep threatening me kid, and you'll see what comes your way. I can easily take your ass out by myself with a broken leg, don't tempt me into calling out the rest of the Revelation to end your ass.
Ichabod has warmed up to his talk now, and you can see he's ready to back it up at Ruffhouse. His sadistic smile stretches across his face, nearly splitting it in a display of white teeth gleaming in the walkway lights. A flash of a passing cars headlights lights up his face and leaves the afterglow in his eyes as he continues on.
Thats as pissed as you can get PKA? Care to let me test that? If what you say is true, then its pretty pathetic. You want to unleash your anger and rage at me now? Have I pushed you far enough? What if I push you more? You talk like you weren't pissed at me before, but it seems like I hit a raw nerve inside you. Good. That was the whole purpose of my little game. Now I want you to bring it. If this rage you are trying to express through that babyface of yours is fresh and new because of me, then I feel sorry for you, because the rage and anger I use when I wrestle is an old dear friend of mine. Each person feels the pain of allt he things forced on me throughout the years of my life. Its all wine and "Roses" for you right now, but if you truly think you would ever be able to fill my shoes, then you've got one bumpy ass road ahead. You'll get a taste of that on Ruffhouse, because I make sure every person who looks into my eyes in the ring pays a little bit for what I've been through. You'll be no different, PKA, and I'll crush you just like the last and next person who steps in my face. Don't you ever try rage and anger with me, because you don't know a damn thing about it. You have no idea what you are talking about, but I'll make sure you know a little more once I'm done thrashing you to keep my title. You want to say I'm sickening? What makes me sick is seeing little new bloods and rookies like yourself talk about rage and anger like you know a coddamned thing about it. Shut the fuck up PKA, before you really get your ass in trouble.
Ichabod and Deidre suddenly stand and head toward the entrance of the building. As the camera pans out to a wide angle of the building, the words "Seattle County Medical System" are emblazoned across the arch over the walkway. The camera climbs lazily up the side of the building until it is about halfway up, then turns and pans out over the city. It continues to climb while moving back and forth slowly over the huge metropolis. Finally it comes to an abrupt stop and turns all the way to the right. It focuses on the roof of the hospital just as a roof access door bursts open. Ichabod, Deidre, and Rose step out onto the roof.
You'll make me suffer if I do it again PKA? Here I am. You want me so bad, come and get me. Don't come and search all over the place and say that I left... I'll be here all night. If you aren't here by morning, then I'll understand why. Meanwhile, we're going to have some fun with your girlfriend here.
Rose is bound and gagged once again, this time with her own bedsheets. Any police investigation of the matter will turn up sour, as Ichabod has already paid off the hospital administration and several key employees that would serve as witnesses. He pushes Rose down on the building and ties her up to a ventilation duct. He takes a seat as Deidre lights another Marlboro. This she pushes into the webbing between the thumb and forefinger of Rose's left hand. Rose keeps her dignity and doesn't even let out a sound, only glares at Deidre, her eyes promising revenge. Ichabod smiles as he waits for PKA to show up.
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