The scene opens up today in a quaint rural city park. Barren trees sway ever so slightly as this colder climate has stripped it of it's color, or so we're told to believe. On a park bench with long silver trenchcoat sits Dorito, laptop sitting beside him as he stares at the screen.

Dorito: To drink or to drive, that twas the question many people asked themselves a few days ago. And how many more times did that person who figured to be the more responsible one decided that there would be someone else responsible for once and they would cut loose, taking a liquid stimulant that he or she could not entice themselves. Although drinking has become a sort of tradition over the decades, it doesn't mean it's right. Much like it's not right that Matt Helmsley won the battle royal. However, throwing someone over the top rope to the outside isn't the same as pinning them. It's not the same as making them submit. Something Matt Helmsley has never done to me.

Matt, you and I have gone the distance amongst one another on several occasions, but we've never gone all the way. It's like running a marathon, but then stopping just a foot from the finish line while you're in the lead, just to take the time to gloat, before walking away. We've both done it. And when we're a tag team, no one can beat us, no one ever has. Matt, we are a pair that are unequaled, like Missle and Hitman, Assassin and Crow, or even Freytag and...ugh, Sonic. I know you, you know me, and Alicia knows the both of us.

Our paths would seem destined to cross once again, however destiny and fate are one of the same, both resembling that of any computer program. The idea that everything happens for a reason is just this. Like all programs, everything you do within happen for a reason, because it's instructed to do so. But take the idea of a program and extend the boundaries so far that it seems like there is no limit as to what you can do. No matter how complex it may become, there will still be a boundary and lines you can't cross because it's already been written in that you cannot cross them. You can't cross them because you don't even know there are lines. You're sleeping in a bubble but you would never know if you couldn't see, but you would still believe what you're told at first and live to disbelief what is later to be said the truth and consider them lies, hoaxes, simple fiction. Two hundred years ago no one would believe you if you said that people would fly great distances in large machines, or to communicate with someone halfway around the world without any form of speech. And in short time, this highway of communication wouldn't need any form of physical communication at all. However no matter what, everything in the program that is thought to be physical is actually digital. For if you were to live inside the boundaries in the program, you would never know you were simply digital and not real, because you would believe everything you see and feel was real, when simply it is the program telling your mind how to react for it has been written that way.

On the mention of written, the card for the next Distortion has been released. Matt Helmsley puts his ego on the line in a match against Mercury. I look forward to this match as Mercury needed not to bother proving himself to others by fighting with Omicron tuesday night. And he is right about the greeks. Matt I know about, Mercury is whom I shall be watching in this match. Although what would he prove if he won? Or if he lost? Nothing either way.

As for what I did this past tuesday, putting Extreme out of existence in it's post-fad era was simple task, just do what I have with anything else considered extreme...defy it. If I'm going to wrestle at all, the least I expect is some sort of decent match that goes on for more than a minute. Which I'm told to believe I would get from Kibosh, the almighty son of the blatantly misconstrued Iron Knight. Just because Iron Knight was good in his day doesn't mean he would have been any good today. I never met Knight, and I don't really care at all about him, or his "son". However if Kibosh were to insist on a good match, then I'd be more than happy to oblige, the question is if the son of an old timer is anything as it's made out to be. Kibosh resembles that of a primed resume where it may look like he's an experienced businessman when in reality he's just dealing drugs. Seeing is disbelieving. Although it would be truth in some sort because the resume would say he's a businessman in which he is. Now whether or not Kibosh is like this resume shall be proven to myself in four days. So the resume is not truly lying, it's simply distorted.

One would be wrong twer they to say that only the elite best would be able to hold the world championship, in a sense, for it takes the one with the biggest heart to obtain it, not to gloat about it to others, but for the reason they fight to get it, because everything they have in their body and heart, the strength of their ghost, will be the reason for achieving it. Just because you could beat them up physically practically everytime doesn't mean you deserve it, for even if they were to defeat you one out of a sextillion times could show they have more than you do. Missle does not represent champion, neither does Matt Helmsley or most people in this world. However, the person best fit on this roster I believe to fit this description would be David Cote, even though you may only beat him one out of sextillion times, he has all the more heart than anyone else would. As for the question of what would I do to gain the championship...

Dorito looks down and off to the side, away from the computer screen as he ponders to himself silently for several moments when a body of practically digital perfection jogs up and stops by Dorito as she takes notice to him.

Woman: Dorito?

Dorito looks up at the stunning blonde, then raises his head.

Dorito: Kylie?

Kylie: Yeah, it's been awhile.

Dorito: I just thought of you the other day...

Kylie: Really?

Dorito: Yeah, from out of nowhere you got in my head and now...

Kylie: I saw you on Distortion.

Dorito: I was surprised you weren't. A body and face like yours sells a lot.

Kylie: Thanks! I'm working on a contract now though so I should be there before long. To what degree I don't know. Perhaps management, or wrestling, a valet, or knowing Missle, probably his personal servant or something like that. Which wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing...cause he is kinda cute and reminds me so much of...

Dorito pulls back a bit as Kylie focuses on him just then and hesitating to say anything for a couple seconds.

Kylie: ...of Sonic.

Utter silence fills in for a short while as they look around before Kylie changes the subject, looking down at the laptop.

Kylie: Nice computer.

Dorito: It's okay.

Kylie: Can't check your email or anything though can you?

Dorito: I can. If you wanted I could check your answering machine at your home from right here.

Kylie: Really? That's uh, not necessary.

Dorito: So...

Kylie: You dyed your hair.

Dorito: Yeah.

Kylie: Looks cool, looks good. You look really good.

Dorito: ...

Kylie: So, you wanna do it?

Dorito coughs as he looks to stare at her.

Dorito: WHAT?!

Kylie: Just kidding. You need to have some fun. I heard Alicia's been doing pretty good.

Dorito: I guess so.

Kylie: Your own sister and you don't pay any attention to her.

Dorito: ...

Kylie: I should be going. Tell her I say hi.

Dorito looks down and starts typing.

Dorito: K.

Kylie: Bye.

Kylie pauses for a second, then leans over to kiss him on the forehead, then turns to jog off. Dorito stops for several seconds, and ever so slowly raises his right hand up to his forehead, touching where she kissed him, then lowering his hand to look at it. The scene shortly fades out.