As you sit there, looking at this screen of thousands of little dots, each individually colored in their pixelastic form, you suddenly see what looks like a small wave going in 360 degree direction with the ripple going throughout the screen like a pebble dropped in a pond. You begin to think you're seeing things, looking at the screen for too long, and go to massage your eyes as you lean back, letting your breath out. As your brain instructs you to, you lower your hands and arms out to stretch for a couple of seconds before resting again in your seated position. Your eyes focus on the screen once more, disbelieving that you saw a ripple and your screen moving on it's own. You go back to focusing on what you were doing, yet hesitant and begin searching. Not searching like with Google, or searching for anything physical, but meta.

After much self searching, not knowing what to look for, you decide to stop searching and be entertained. Knowing that you are not yet as technically advanced as you could be, you go to your TV set, and prepare to release yourself from these thoughts. Seeing just a second of the program that was just on, it cuts to commercial, or so you believe at first. The screen is dark, and then three dots take form. A moment later an orange triangle comes to form of the three dots, and then evaporates. Then there is light as you see a sweet laptop sitting on the shiny green marble floor. Standing next to it is a person wearing a full length silver leather coat. The camera spins around, coming to see the front of the person, wearing silver and green PVC vinyl pants with a silver shirt on underneath the coat to go along with the silver-colored hair. The person looks up for just a second, straight at the camera, piercing straight into your eyes, no matter where you are in front of the television screen, like the eyes of the Mona Lisa. Then he looks back down at the screen of the laptop while his long hair hangs over his ears and hangs down as he begins to speak.

Dorito: Greetings. For those of whom that may or not know me, I am known as Digital Vapor; from the Wired. Chances are you don't know me so for those who have seen me in the world of the "real", you may know me as Dorito. For the past couple of years you may have seen me on the airwaves of television and in arenas around the world on a weekly syndicated television show known as Saturday Night Main Event, and Primetime Tuesday Night, for a now-defunct wrestling promotion known as Northern Championship Wrestling. For four months now, NCW has been out of business, and I have been spending my time in an unlimited universe of information composed of zeros and ones.

Now allow me just to say, I have not really been wrestling since then. A workout here, a workout there. Sometimes there'll be a sunspot and the 'net will be down for a short while; incoherent ISP; so I'll go out to watch my sister, Alicia, wrestle at some local independent fed while the hundred or so fans there chant "we want puppies" at her, only wanting to see her in her bare opposed to watching for an actual wrestling match. You don't see the few women in the crowd chanting "we want roosters", when two or more men are wrestling, do you? No, you don't. Are men and women equal? Of course not, and far from it...at least in "this" world. I believe that women are above men, and these chants and whistles are proof positive of this. The more men want, the more they chant, the more they crave, the more they drool, the more they work, all the more they demand, and only a woman, or some synthetic physical form of, could produce, something no man ever really could. However, this is not true in the Wired.

But this is not the reason why I have come to being seen once more. For the inevitable return of WWCWF is at hand in just under two weeks when Distortion airs. And how suitable a name it is, especially in times like these. When even the media is forced to distort the truth as instructed by the government or extreme measures are to be taken, and this has been documented and publicly released information, you just have to know where to look.

Dorito drops to a knee, pressing a single key on the laptop, and waiting a matter of seconds before speaking once more.

Dorito: If you can't believe something you've seen, how can you believe anything and everything else you've ever seen to be real?

Dorito then slowly moves his hand upwards to the top of the laptop, lightly massaging it with his fingers, then closes and the laptop, and with that, the image goes black.