Post by PKA on Feb 15, 2020 18:50:58 GMT -5
The scene opens inside of the bathroom of one Patrick Kay Anthony, otherwise known as simply PKA, sometimes referred to as 'Grade A' PKA, the Ultraviolent Perfectionist, and many other monikers. The sound of the water being shot out from the shower is heard. The water is shut off as the camera pans over to the upper body of a naked PKA. PKA reaches for the towel and steps out of the bathtub, water dripping from his body, the towel being wrapped around his waist. He seductively rubs his hand from his abdomen to his chest, and licks the palm of his hand. A slight smile graces his face.
PKA: "The taste of cleanliness, it is so fresh, so soapy, so clean. But come Monday night, the taste will be that of evil and blood. So soothing, so satisfying, so painful. El Muertos and I will deliver a Grade A dose of lucha libre and walk out the winners thanks to no fear, no limits, just PAIN..."
He approaches the camera, and the towel is draped over the lense and the scene suddenly cuts.
Fade back in...
The camera pans back from a white board where PKA has written this quote in black ink. He puts the cap back on the marker and sets it aside on a nearby desk. With his back to the camera, PKA speaks.
PKA: "February 3rd, 2018, New York City at Manhattan Center... I remember it, sort of. I remember a 3 Way Dance with two guys, one of which I'd call one of my only best friends in the business. We put our bodies on the line in that match and destroyed each other, but we were distracted by trying to outdo one another that we lost that historic, quite WARPED, ultraviolent wrestling encounter. That was my last match. Two years ago nearly to the day. Where has the time gone? Why have I allowed my personal demons to keep me away for so long? What's next for me? Can I still even 'get it done' as they say, in the squared circle? Do I still like the pain of shattered glass ripping through my skin? Yikes. It pains me just to think about it... but in a good way?"
A grin from the man long-known as the Ultraviolent Perfectionist is seen as he turns his body around to face the camera. Wearing all black, from his skin-tight jeans, to his black-and-white tank top from the band The Neighbourhood, and a black bandana with his wet hair draped over it, still dripping wet. He steps out of the room, leaving the light on. He walks through the hallway, passing pictures on the wall and assorted decorations.
PKA: "Hopefully in the coming days, weeks, months, and hopefully years, we'll work through all of those questions and find the answers that I know my fans want, and moreso, the answers that I need answered. Because, guys, I'll be brutally honest with you... I have no damn clue what's going to happen."
He stops, lowers his head and sighs, before opening the door of his home and stepping out into the night. PKA has a seat on the porch with his hands clasped together, set on his knees. The winter wind blows his wet hair to the side as he continues.
PKA: "We all have good days, and we all have bad days. Some days are better than others, but some days are the worst they could ever be. And it's something as simple as a bad dream, or a bad feeling, anxiety or the complete unknown, that could set off this deep, dark feeling of despair. At one time I knew how to harness that feeling and turn the darkness into desire .. and destruction of the wrestling world .. but at some point, the darkness overcame me, and I lost all of my desire to do something I've loved for nineteen long years."
Patrick shivers. The thought of how long he's loved this business crosses his mind, and so does the chill of Winter in Wichita, Kansas.
PKA: "So here I am in Alpha Pro Wrestling, making my return to the ring for the first time in two years, live from Vancouver for Monday Night Metal. And I've found my first match back in two years to be... well... uh.. I'm not alone. Well, I mean, I'm alone."
He rolls his eyes and runs his hands through his greasy hair.
PKA: "I feel.. I feel alone. But, nevermind."
He shakes his head.
PKA: "That matters not. What I'm trying to say is.. I'm in a tag team match. I've been given a person who I know nothing about to trust, rely on, to hopefully help me throught this first battle in Alpha Pro Wrestling, against two guys I know nothing about. Two guys who we have to doubt and ...hopefully... dismantle, in an effort to make El Muertos continue on his winning ways, and for yours truly to have a successful return match."
'Grade A' PKA stands up and kicks a rock from his sidewalk into the dead grass.
PKA: "I'm actually relieved, because I'm not in this alone. Self-doubt is a real thing, and it's alive and well inside of ol' PKA. But just because I doubt myself, doesn't mean I can't still beat the living hell out of another human being - and trust me - I can. And I don't feel SO alone, as a newcomer, with El Muertos being a brand new face of paint to Alpha Pro Wrestling. We're both here with things to prove."
He pauses for a moment.
PKA: "I'm actually scared, too."
He sighs.
PKA: "I'm scared because of now another man, El Muertos, has to rely on me to assist in victory. Maybe he's not too into this. Maybe he doesn't want me as his partner. Perhaps he's watching now and wondering what the hell management was thinking by giving him such an out-of-practice partner, and hoping to hell he doesn't have to carry this match. TRUST me when I say, I DON'T want you to have to carry this match, this partnership, and I won't let you. It's not a pride thing, cause I am pretty sure when the bell sounds, it'll all go great. It's not about pride, nah. It's about living up to my end of the bargain. I'm your tag team partner, Muertos, and at Metal, we're going to show the world that we're both individually skilled performers who, with their combined forces, will be stronger than our partners, faster than our partners, and more talented than the world can imagine. We've both lived some horrible lives, from what I've learned by studying you. We have troubled pasts that we're running from and we're both running to the same exact destination - professional wrestling - to keep us in the right state of mind. This pain and suffering we've experienced will only fuel the fire inside of us and together that fire will be stronger and hotter than ever. Too hot for Flop and Scott, that's for sure. And it's that fire inside that's driving me... not to just be standing out here in the freezing cold, but to get back into the ring and show the world what I'm made of once again."
He crosses his arms and takes a deep breath. He exhales, and watches his breathe escape him into the atmosphere. A passing car on the road behind the camera is heard.
PKA: "But as I have attempted to give some time and effort into looking into these unknown opponents of ours, I've gathered a few things to take into consideration. One.. Alex Scott is a former Junior Heavyweight Champion, and that's quite the accomplishment. I am a big fan of the Junior division, and I'm eager to battle with a man who's found himself at the top of it. But he's not doing so hot the last couple weeks since losing his title to Cecelia Ortiz in a Ladder Match. I hope you don't think this is some sort of chance to redeem yourself and get back on track, cause it isn't."
Shrug.
PKA: "Two.. Flop can get it DONE in a singles match... buuuuut last I checked, yep, this isn't one of them. He has a horrible time in multi-person matches, be it three ways, four ways, rumbles, you name it. The last time he found himself on the winning end of a match that involved other people, however, was a tag team match with Alex Scott back in November. So maybe, just maybe, Alex Scott is your saving grace. Maybe, Flop, you can stumble your way into letting Alex Scott carry you in this match and come SO CLOSE to a victory. Sadly, though...you got two hungry, passionate, crazy sumbitches, who together will happily drop you both on your heads with Dia de Muertos or the P-Krusher III. Which would you two prefer? Flipping Piledriver or Flipping DDT? Or maybe both? And after our arms are raised in victory, a couple of these flipping your way..."
PKA puts both arms out in front of him with his middle fingers raised high, flipping off both Alex Scott and Flop. He smirks, puckers his lips, and blows a kiss.. and we fade.. to.. black..
PKA: "The taste of cleanliness, it is so fresh, so soapy, so clean. But come Monday night, the taste will be that of evil and blood. So soothing, so satisfying, so painful. El Muertos and I will deliver a Grade A dose of lucha libre and walk out the winners thanks to no fear, no limits, just PAIN..."
He approaches the camera, and the towel is draped over the lense and the scene suddenly cuts.
Fade back in...
“I won't sleep
if that's what it takes
to not wake up
as myself”
-Casey Renee Kiser
The camera pans back from a white board where PKA has written this quote in black ink. He puts the cap back on the marker and sets it aside on a nearby desk. With his back to the camera, PKA speaks.
PKA: "February 3rd, 2018, New York City at Manhattan Center... I remember it, sort of. I remember a 3 Way Dance with two guys, one of which I'd call one of my only best friends in the business. We put our bodies on the line in that match and destroyed each other, but we were distracted by trying to outdo one another that we lost that historic, quite WARPED, ultraviolent wrestling encounter. That was my last match. Two years ago nearly to the day. Where has the time gone? Why have I allowed my personal demons to keep me away for so long? What's next for me? Can I still even 'get it done' as they say, in the squared circle? Do I still like the pain of shattered glass ripping through my skin? Yikes. It pains me just to think about it... but in a good way?"
A grin from the man long-known as the Ultraviolent Perfectionist is seen as he turns his body around to face the camera. Wearing all black, from his skin-tight jeans, to his black-and-white tank top from the band The Neighbourhood, and a black bandana with his wet hair draped over it, still dripping wet. He steps out of the room, leaving the light on. He walks through the hallway, passing pictures on the wall and assorted decorations.
PKA: "Hopefully in the coming days, weeks, months, and hopefully years, we'll work through all of those questions and find the answers that I know my fans want, and moreso, the answers that I need answered. Because, guys, I'll be brutally honest with you... I have no damn clue what's going to happen."
He stops, lowers his head and sighs, before opening the door of his home and stepping out into the night. PKA has a seat on the porch with his hands clasped together, set on his knees. The winter wind blows his wet hair to the side as he continues.
PKA: "We all have good days, and we all have bad days. Some days are better than others, but some days are the worst they could ever be. And it's something as simple as a bad dream, or a bad feeling, anxiety or the complete unknown, that could set off this deep, dark feeling of despair. At one time I knew how to harness that feeling and turn the darkness into desire .. and destruction of the wrestling world .. but at some point, the darkness overcame me, and I lost all of my desire to do something I've loved for nineteen long years."
Patrick shivers. The thought of how long he's loved this business crosses his mind, and so does the chill of Winter in Wichita, Kansas.
PKA: "So here I am in Alpha Pro Wrestling, making my return to the ring for the first time in two years, live from Vancouver for Monday Night Metal. And I've found my first match back in two years to be... well... uh.. I'm not alone. Well, I mean, I'm alone."
He rolls his eyes and runs his hands through his greasy hair.
PKA: "I feel.. I feel alone. But, nevermind."
He shakes his head.
PKA: "That matters not. What I'm trying to say is.. I'm in a tag team match. I've been given a person who I know nothing about to trust, rely on, to hopefully help me throught this first battle in Alpha Pro Wrestling, against two guys I know nothing about. Two guys who we have to doubt and ...hopefully... dismantle, in an effort to make El Muertos continue on his winning ways, and for yours truly to have a successful return match."
'Grade A' PKA stands up and kicks a rock from his sidewalk into the dead grass.
PKA: "I'm actually relieved, because I'm not in this alone. Self-doubt is a real thing, and it's alive and well inside of ol' PKA. But just because I doubt myself, doesn't mean I can't still beat the living hell out of another human being - and trust me - I can. And I don't feel SO alone, as a newcomer, with El Muertos being a brand new face of paint to Alpha Pro Wrestling. We're both here with things to prove."
He pauses for a moment.
PKA: "I'm actually scared, too."
He sighs.
PKA: "I'm scared because of now another man, El Muertos, has to rely on me to assist in victory. Maybe he's not too into this. Maybe he doesn't want me as his partner. Perhaps he's watching now and wondering what the hell management was thinking by giving him such an out-of-practice partner, and hoping to hell he doesn't have to carry this match. TRUST me when I say, I DON'T want you to have to carry this match, this partnership, and I won't let you. It's not a pride thing, cause I am pretty sure when the bell sounds, it'll all go great. It's not about pride, nah. It's about living up to my end of the bargain. I'm your tag team partner, Muertos, and at Metal, we're going to show the world that we're both individually skilled performers who, with their combined forces, will be stronger than our partners, faster than our partners, and more talented than the world can imagine. We've both lived some horrible lives, from what I've learned by studying you. We have troubled pasts that we're running from and we're both running to the same exact destination - professional wrestling - to keep us in the right state of mind. This pain and suffering we've experienced will only fuel the fire inside of us and together that fire will be stronger and hotter than ever. Too hot for Flop and Scott, that's for sure. And it's that fire inside that's driving me... not to just be standing out here in the freezing cold, but to get back into the ring and show the world what I'm made of once again."
He crosses his arms and takes a deep breath. He exhales, and watches his breathe escape him into the atmosphere. A passing car on the road behind the camera is heard.
PKA: "But as I have attempted to give some time and effort into looking into these unknown opponents of ours, I've gathered a few things to take into consideration. One.. Alex Scott is a former Junior Heavyweight Champion, and that's quite the accomplishment. I am a big fan of the Junior division, and I'm eager to battle with a man who's found himself at the top of it. But he's not doing so hot the last couple weeks since losing his title to Cecelia Ortiz in a Ladder Match. I hope you don't think this is some sort of chance to redeem yourself and get back on track, cause it isn't."
Shrug.
PKA: "Two.. Flop can get it DONE in a singles match... buuuuut last I checked, yep, this isn't one of them. He has a horrible time in multi-person matches, be it three ways, four ways, rumbles, you name it. The last time he found himself on the winning end of a match that involved other people, however, was a tag team match with Alex Scott back in November. So maybe, just maybe, Alex Scott is your saving grace. Maybe, Flop, you can stumble your way into letting Alex Scott carry you in this match and come SO CLOSE to a victory. Sadly, though...you got two hungry, passionate, crazy sumbitches, who together will happily drop you both on your heads with Dia de Muertos or the P-Krusher III. Which would you two prefer? Flipping Piledriver or Flipping DDT? Or maybe both? And after our arms are raised in victory, a couple of these flipping your way..."
PKA puts both arms out in front of him with his middle fingers raised high, flipping off both Alex Scott and Flop. He smirks, puckers his lips, and blows a kiss.. and we fade.. to.. black..
