Post by PKA on Mar 15, 2020 21:10:04 GMT -5
"You reject my advances and desperate pleas. I won't let you let me down so easily"
PKA is seen curled up in a ball on the grass against a brick wall. His hands are in his hair and he seemingly is trying to pull his hair out in a fit of frustration. He slaps his hands on the grass and pushes himself up to his feet.
PKA: "How I wish you could see the potential.. The potential of you and me. We had so much going for us. Look at the endless possibilities that lied ahead for us. And now, they lie in a pile of their own shit. And who's to blame for it? Probably the Corona. Let's just blame that. That seems to be what everyone is using as an excuse these days to cancel everything. Much like my dreams were cancelled. My fake and phony dreams of becoming the winner of the tag team tournament. And now, here I am, wondering what's next. I wonder though, does it even matter? It's the demise of the world as we know it but all everyone cares about are dog selfies. They don't care about me. Why should they, though?"
PKA slams the palm of his hand hard against the wall. A look of aggression fills his face, one that previously looked like he was going to cry. He shakes it off and gets focused.
PKA: "Nah, not going that route. No... can't. Too much. Too big. Can't. Let's focus, shall we? Andre Aquarius and Amirah Al-Amin, Dat Five-A... A couple of goons with no regard for their opponents. Please. You know what I see? A couple of goons with no clue. They're going to get what's coming to them and what's coming is a Grade A beatdown at the hands of myself and El Muertos. We should be moving on in this tournament and we're not going to let the world see us as losers. This is our redemption match. When we stroll into the Nassau Coliseum in Uniondale, New York this Monday night on Metal, it's No Fear.. No Limits.. Just PAIN."
A sick smirk comes across the face of PKA.. A taxi cab pulls up and PKA enters the back of it and sits down in the car. The yellow taxi drives off... Fade to black.
