Doubt

The scene opens up at night with the shot of concrete steps outside. A figure appears at the top of the steps wearing all black with a can of beer in his hand. The street lights glisten off the metal can as he slowly walks down the steps. This is PKA - Patrick Kay Anthony.



PKA: "I just want to feel alive. Alpha Pro Wrestling has given me that feeling once again. My heart beats for this company. I breath for this business. I bleed for every Monday Night Metal. I hurt for every pay per view extravaganza. This is my life, and it's my reason for living. Well, no, not this Prairie Picnic Pale Ale I'm sipping on, but wrestling.. wrestling here.. you get the idea.."



PKA takes a swig of his Prairie Picnic Pale Ale. He sits down on the concrete steps and looks out at the traffic passing by.



PKA: "Jaice Wilds and Spartan, the Uncanny X-Men. Those two men are exciting in the ring, but equally strange and mysterious in an unsettling way. None of that concerns me, though, because what myself and El Muertos have in that ring is special. We create magic. Magia, if you will."



He takes a drink from the can of beer.



PKA: "I must first address Damon Warrens and the other twelve men in the battle royal at Liberty or Death. A good time was had by all, and you did quite well Mr. Warrens. Until we meet again. I'd say a newcomer like myself who's been out of action for twenty four months did A-Ok, yeah? Grade A performance if I say so myself. But the A+ goes to Warrens, and I won't deny that. But oh my, how close was that? Just imagine...



Imagine what if I won that? I don't need to win that match now. I didn't need to and I am happy I'm out of that picture. Now I can focus on what's important - what El Muertos and I agreed upon a mere couple minutes before the battle royal even began - this tag team tournament. It's been a long time since I competed regularly as a tag team competitor. A long time as in sixteen years... but that's just fine, cause El Muertos and Patrick Kay Anthony are the deadly combination that will put the entire tag team division on notice."



Honking cars can be heard in the distance. PKA looks to be deep in thought as he lowers his head and thinks about what he'll say next.



PKA: "Jaice Wilds, we'll especially put you on notice first. I noticed you didn't even consider me a threat in the battle royal to mention me at all in your promo. What am I? A joke? Come on, let's get real. You're looking at one of the baddest motherfuckers in the wrestling world, with nearly two decades of experience in the squared circle. Hell, nearly two decades of experience outside of it too, cause that's where I spent a lot of time bludgeoning my opponents with weapons of my choosing, and sometimes weapons of their choosing that didn't quite go their way. But of course we must keep it civil and you'll skate by without any light tube action, though I don't need to use weapons to show you why they call me the Ultraviolent Perfectionist. It's not just about being hardcore, or FnX, or brutal, it's about a state of mind that I constantly live in that will take me to the place I need to be in order to demolish you and destroy your dreams of winning this with simple yet methodical moves. Take a look at some of my work thus far in Alpha Pro Wrestling and you'll see that the fans were right - I still got it - and I've not even showcased everything I can do in a ring just yet. Let's also consider that El Muertos and I haven't even scratched the surface of our tag team potential quite yet, and who knows what dangerous moves we'll come up with on the fly in that ring. We're just that damn good, Jaice Wilds, and that's something you should take into consideration next time you think about not even mentioning PKA as a potential threat. Jaice, are you listening? Are you watching? Are you ready? Nah."



He shakes his head.



PKA: "Spartan, a newcomer to the wrestling world. A rookie. I admire your desire, but I pitty your partner choice. You're a hardcore fella like myself, or so you'd like to be. Nobody can be as sick and sadistic as ol' Peeks is, but I'll gladly show you a few things if we get the chance to go. You've had a little bit of success since arriving last July, and I applaud that. It's like you're so thirsty and title hungry that you can't stop yourself from achieving the next and the next and the next. Hardcore Title. North American Title. And now this is something you think you can spear your way to the top of. I'm sorry, Mr Revolutionizer, but this is a revolution that is going to come to a screeching halt at the hands of El Muertos and PKA. No mas revolucion, as my partner would put it."



He finishes his beer and crushes the can, setting it beside him on the steps. PKA lets out a sigh. His demeanor changes from one of confidence to one of doubt. 


PKA: "Does any of this matter, though? I hope so. Does anything I'm saying resonate? I hope so. I am here to start things over, and if it fails, I don't know what I'm going to do. I can't keep starting over. I don't .. I don't .. Ya know.. ya know what? Fuck this."



PKA abruptly stands up and walks off, out of camera view. Cut.