The scene opens up to PCW’s Resident Moron, Ken Kaze and his faithful, chrome companion, George~! George~! is on top of Kaze’s messy bed, as well as Kaze. Kaze is lying down with his hands behind his head on a pillow, looking up at the ceiling, with his feet outstretched on a pile of clothes on the other end of the bed. He then turns to George~! and begins to speak.
Ken Kaze: “So George~!......”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “Yeah. It is almost time for Fusion. Guess we better start getting ready, huh?”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “No?”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “Why?”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “Oooooh yeah. That’s right. Zurick’s supposed to come and pick us up. I wonder where he’s at.”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “Me neither.”
Kaze turns his head back up toward the ceiling once more. He begins to imagine him in the very squared circle he will enter later on tonight on Fusion. He has Young Tiger doubled over. He begins to pick him up into a Dominator position. He then runs across the ring with Young Tiger and them slams him down to the mat stomach-first, connecting with.... Down Syndrome!! He then covers Young Tiger whilst hooking the leg. The referee slaps the mat once.... twice..... and then the third and final time.
Ken Kaze: o 0 “Man.... what a win that’ll be. Me and Zurick. Winning our very first PCW match. That’ll definitely show the PCW management that me and Zurick are too good for the likes of some Eternal Wrestling rejects like Young Chicken Fingers and his Six Tigers. .......Wait, I said that wrong. Six Young Fingers and his Chicken Tigers. No. Not that either. ARRRGH! I wish Zurick was here! Wait! I know! I’ll ask George~!”
The image slowly fades away from Kaze’s mind as he turns to George~! and begins to ask him a question.
Ken Kaze: “Hey George~! You know that tag team that me and Zurick are facing tonight, right? Well..... I was wondering if you knew their names.”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “I’m hungry.”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “Thanks a million George~! I owe you one. Me and Zurick shouldn’t have any problems beating Six Tigers and his Young Chicken Fingers.”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “What?! I said it wrong AGAIN!?”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “ARRRGH! Forget their names! Their names don’t matter right now. All that matters is that I’m gonna take out all of my frustration and anger I have right now on those two numb skulls!”
Kaze brings his hands to his sides as he sits up from his lying position. As he sits up, he folds in his legs and sits Indian style. He turns back to George~!
Ken Kaze: “You think me and Zurick stand a chance against Chicken Six and his Young Finger Tigers?”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “NO?!!? WHAT?!?! ME AND ZURICK RULE!!!”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “Yes we do!!”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “Humph! Fine! You wanna play like that?! I’ll play like that!”
Kaze turns his back to George~! and folds his arms.
Ken Kaze: “I give up!”
Kaze turns back around, arms unfolded.
Ken Kaze: “Oh stop gloating already! I gotta match tonight, and all you can do is brag about how you beat me in the “Humph! Fine! Then ya turn around and fold your arms” game!”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “Well you should be ashamed of yourself!”
George~!: “...............”
For the next three minutes, Kaze and George~! sit their in utter and complete silence. Finally Kaze breaks the silence when he springs up from his bed and looks at George~! excitedly.
Ken Kaze: “Let’s play charades!”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “No! You went first last time. I wanna go first this time!”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “Okay.... here I go.”
Kaze squats down with his arms folded into his armpits. He waves them up and down while walking back and forth. He bobs his head back and forth as well whilst gobbling like a chicken.
George~!: “...............”
Kaze then stops his little “chicken act” and looks at George~!
Ken Kaze: “Wrong! I was Young Finger! Why would Six Tiger Chickens gobble like a chicken!?”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “I don’t know either. So that’s why you’re wrong!”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “Yeah. This game does stink when Zurick isn’t around.”
Kaze sits back down on his bed Indian style. He looks straight in front of him at his wall.
Ken Kaze: “George~!?”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “George~!?!?”
Kaze turns to George~! and looks at him bemused.
Ken Kaze: “Why won’t you speak to me George~!? Why?!?”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “What?! You won’t talk to me ever again unless I win tonight against Young Sisqo the Dragon and his Six Fingering Togas AND the Extreme title on Turmoil?!?”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “Why that’s ludicrous!!”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “Ooh... ple-ple-ple-ple-ple-pleeeeeeease talk to me George~! PLEEEEASE!”
George~!: “...............”
Ken Kaze: “Fine! If I must rip apart those jackasses tonight and those elves on Turmoil in that Santa’s Playground match... then I WILL!!!”
Kaze folds his arm once more as the scene fades to black.
Ken Kaze: “HUMPH!!”
