9.28.02 ...it might be, then it might be obsession? it might be that you want rose for yourself? what is it? its jealousy for sure, it has to be. you want her for yourself, because you are in love with her... ...what is your deal? you continuously try to mess with my head. i'm not talking about rose only here, remember that night i...beat morbius and you came out strutting around in the ring like a dumbass with the fake euro gold? then later that night we had ourselves a brawl where once again as usual the numbers were uneven, and you got the advantage... ...the man who wishes all his life to be rich and fills out a card for the lottery can win that money and be rich beyond his wildest dreams, its the truth. then have his dream ripped from him when the heart attack begins... ...you know what though...i didn't lose that match, i just got another loss in my records. i won in my wrestling career, i went a couple steps higher." if i'm able to win this match, people will never look down at me again, i hope... ...how's this..?..at ruffhouse, i'll let my actions speak for me, then we will see how much nonsense i speak, when i'm dishing out a beating. maybe then after i make you understand loud and clear what i've been saying... ...and what's with you smoking those cigaretts? don't you know they are bad for your health? haven't you seen the television ads? haven't you seen the magazine ads? haven't you seen the billboards? well, something you won't see is my foot rammed up your fat ass on ruffhouse, you won't see the shock, the impact, the misery,you won't see me kicking your ass and pinning you 1-2-3... ...so don't give me crap on how i don't compare to you just because you've held more titles than me, that's bull... ...i know that your plan revolves somewhere around trying to a) mess with my head, or b) have the revelation interfere to help you win... ...i realize that you aren't as tough because your stable is there to help you... ...you are probably wondering why i haven't mentioned rose much. you want me to worry about her right? you want me to worry about her, so my head won't be quite straight once monday rolls around and we have our match don't you? you want the advantage, you don't want me to concentrate only on the match so you can have it easy. well, i'm sorry your plan..has failed. it seems you love rose so much, you love being around her, you can't get enough of her. so what about this, why don't you keep her? that way, i can concentrate more on our match and preparing for it. i can train more, and without her around, i can think easier. if she is with me, that just makes me want to protect her more, thus, i'm not thinking about the match, i'm thinking about protecting her. And if i do that, i sure as hell won't win. mentally, i won't be 100%. so i am telling you, since you want her so bad keep her. its just one less ticket i have to buy to canada, and its one less person i have to look out for. now i can look out for myself, number one. don't get me wrong, i do love rose. but you won't do anything serious to her, if you did, then you would go to jail... ~ pka: 9/28/02~ Ichabod sits in the back of his monster limo staring at the blank screen in front of him. PKA's promo had just finished airing, and he'd said some pretty intense words that Ichabod really couldn't believe he'd said. He was shooting for unexpected... well he accomplished that. Ichabod had never expected PKA to to just fob off Rose that way, he had understood love to be a much less superficial thing. Now he leans foward with his elbows on his knees and his fingers intertwined beneath his chin. He clicks a buzzer on the side panel in the back seat, and three tinted windows between him and the cab of the truck lower. The driver gestures back with his head and glances into the rear view mirror. Driver, pull over in that parking lot up ahead. The abandoned one? Yeah. The driver pulls over and steps out of the truck. But before he can get to the back door, Ichabod is already out of the other side and walking across the parking lot. Without looking back, he yells to the driver. Go and get Deidre and bring her here. Yessir. Ichabod walks through the parking lot as the driver heads away. He sits down on a cinder block that is turned up on its side. He assumes the same position he held in the back of the limo, and sits in silence for a full twenty minutes before finally speaking. His eyes are focused on a broken piece of bottle laying in front of him. You dissappoint me, PKA. I thought you were a man of feeling and a man of heart. When I said you were nothing, I was only talking smack to you to rile you up. But you have proven everything I said true to the fact. What a waste of space a man without feeling is. You see, my heart may be black, but at least I have a heart. What kind of heart will you have to win a match if you can dump your love at the first sign of danger. Is that what you call a man? Why didn't you just come and face me on the roof of that building? You claim you can and will beat me, and that you wanted me immediately, and that you didn't want to wait. Where was that resolve last night when your "love" was being beaten mercilessly? You make me sick PKA. Deidre watched that promo with Rose I bet, and I am just glad she got a chance to see the real you, so she knows the truth before... well you'll see. Ichabod plants his feet and rocks the block back as he puts his hands on his knees. He looks around at the passing traffic and sighs. You think I am in love with Rose? You've got to be kidding me. Oh wait, I get it. Since you equate your love for her with dumping her on an abusive captor, then you must equate my assault on her with love. Well, lets make that comparison. You're heart means abandonment, running out on something. My heart means assailing my target until my ends are met. If heart comes into play with our match on Monday, then you're going to be shit out of luck, because while you are abandoning your shot, I'll be attacking you from all sides to win. You'll never win by running from your problems PKA. They'll all eventually catch up with you. The Sickness will catch up with you on Monday, and then YOU will be the one to understand what you can't seem to grasp... that I am your better in every way. And this deal about fake Euro gold and Morbius... are you trying to pull mind games on the master of mind games? It won't work. You can make up your story and string it along as far as you want, but that never happened. What did I care about you and Morbius back then? Hell, what do I care about you now? Stop trying to convince yourself that I was involved in something you did when you weren't even close to having a shot at stars like me. Ichabod stands up and puts his hands in his pockets. He strides across the parking lot, kicking at the occasional piece of litter. A smile finally lights his face up like an evil Halloween mask. By the way, I like that line you stole from that stupid Canuck Alanis Morisette AND National Lampoons Vegas Vacation. Yeah I've heard the Urban Legend about the man who wins the lottery and dies. I also heard about the man on FOX who won that Mystery in Small Town X show and died rescuing victims of the WTC attack. Since you like to cite pop culture, let me pull a quote from one of my favorite songs. Papa Roach says, "Cut my life into pieces, this is my last resort." This too is relevant. I'm going to make sure that this is your last and only chance to make somethng out of yourself, but it will be short lived, because I'm going to cut you into pieces, along with all those dreams you have that will never come true. Yeah, you can cite your cheesy mushy pop references, but I can cite some real shit that means something. Maybe you were quoting from your "heart." Ichabod comes to an abandoned tool shed and forces the door open on the rusty old lock. Inside he sees a bunch of abandoned rusty tools... His eyes light up as he gets a few ideas. Oh yeah, you're going to lose that match. I can see that quite clearly. But you see, it won't matter, because you'll still be the same old PKA, two time Who Cares About This Title winner. I'll still look down on you. I'll always look down on you. You are nothing. You are less than nothing. You're not a champion. A champion has a heart, a champion works his way up, not makes idle threats and challenges at random, like playing Russian Roulette, until someone decides to step down off a pedestal for ten minutest to give you what for. You, PKA, are a piece of shit. Hey, you aren't the first person to call me out on my smoking. Everyone seems to think that because I smoke that I haven't the endurance to keep up in a match. Man, I've beaten names like Wicked D, Wafer, Triple X, Bpac, Smoke Dawg, Dick Gazinya, Brother Brimstone, Ti Konflict, Cheapshots. What makes you think that my smoking is going to affect me going a few minutes with a sorry bastard like you. And how long are you going to try and confuse me with your contradictions... You tell me that you'll beat me, then you say I WON'T see you put your foot up my ass, I WON'T see you pin me 1-2-3. Why won't I see it? Because it's not going to fuckin happen. How can I see something if it doesn't, or never will, exist? The answer is simple, you are right, I won't see it. I will never see PKA beat Ichabod, and neither will anyone else. However, you WILL see me smack the shit out you, you WILL see me assault you with numerous metal, wooden, and glass objects, you WILL see me Bitch Thump you... you might see me pin you, if you haven't fallen unconcious, but you WILL see me leave the arena with the Brutality Championship hanging from my shoulder. These are the things you will see at Ruffhouse, and I am not concerned with what I will not see, so shut the hell up. Ichabod browses around the tool shed, although it is too dark for the camera to pick up what it is exactly that he is looking at. PKA, when I said you don't compare to me, I wasn't just talking about titles. I was talking about titles, accomplishments, skills, talent, heart, stamina, endurance, looks, style, marketability, money, success, experience. You have been outclassed, out quaffed, and generally outdone long before I ever even heard of you. It's going to take you years to measure up to what I have and will continue to be forever, only growing. But in the meantime, while you are trying to fill my boots, I'll help you fit them out and break them in by shooting them straight up your sorry ass. When outlining my plan, you failed to leave out C)Kick your ass, D)Bitch Thump you, E)Break every object within arms reach over your sorry head. There's lots more, but I dont' want to waste everyone's time when I can just show them on Ruffhouse. You think my stable is what makes me tough? Have you got your lines crossed! I was bashing heads in WOW for two years before the Revelation was reincarnated. Like I told you before, the Revelation is there to make sure things backstage slide smoothly, to let fuckin choads like yourself know who runs the show. Not to help me win matches. Get that through your damn skull at least before I crack it open. Just as he steps out of the shed, Ichabod sees Deidre leading a groggy Rose across the parking lot. Her hands are still bound behind her back, but she has no gag. Deidre has realized that Rose is far too dignified to scream for help. She foolishly believes that she'll be out of this eventually and that she'll be able to get her revenge. PKA, you made a big mistake. You said I won't do something. Now I have to do it, just to prove you wrong. I am a man of resolve, and I'm not playing games anymore. You obviously do not love Rose, so this shouldn't matter much to you. Enjoy the footage... and remember, its just the Sickness... you can cure it, remember, you said that? Cure this. As the camera begins to back up and rise into the air, the figures become smaller and more indiscernable, until they are just three black silhouettes against the darkening twilight. One of the more slender figures forces the other slender one to the ground, as the biggest figure reaches into the shelter for some sort of long-handled item. There is a moment of suspense before the big figure swings the tool at a wide arc. It makes contact with the kneeling figure, and it crumples on the ground.