The scene opens up with Dorito sitting on the floor, leaning back against a plain white wall, a backpack and luggage case resting beside him. His sunglasses for once are not on, and three noticeable bandages on his forehead, one on his right cheek, and one just kinda covering his bottom lip. He looks to the left, looking far away in almost a "last look" sense in his eyes. A few seconds pass and then he turns his head to look straight again, but hangs his head low as he looks down at the red and black stitched carpeting. A few seconds pass and the door next to him opens up, Dorito not even bothering to notion it as Alicia walks out strolling her luggage behind her.

Alicia: You ready?

She stops as she looks down at Dorito, the door shutting behind her softly.

Alicia: Come on, let's go back home in LA.

Dorito doesn't move at all, just sitting there with his legs laying on the floor.

Alicia: Hey, come on, get up.

Alicia looks down at Dorito who tilts his head to look away from her, still looking down. She lets go of the luggage to sit on the floor as she bends her knees to crouch down as she puts her index finger under his chin, a concerned look on her pretty face.

Alicia: Hey, D, is something wrong?

Just silence for several moments as Dorito starts lightly shaking his head side to side for a second.

Alicia: Come on, I'm your big sister. You can tell me what's the matter.

Dorito: I lost.

Alicia: So you get Pain Express next time.

Dorito: I don't want a next time. I don't want to do this anymore. I wanted to prove myself to everyone finally. I remember what all the internet "journalists" said about me. What the boys said about me. What they all joked at. How I'm just a comedy act, and me holding a world title would be such a disgrace to the title, to all the blood, the sweat, the tears that everyone in this business, past, present, and future will have put into all of the work from the small farm leagues all the way here to WorldWide.

Alicia: Come on, you don't want to think like that. You've entertained a lot of...

Dorito: That's all I am to them, entertainment? A joke. Whose idea was it to base an entire business around the concept of being the best in the world? The best fighters, the best wrestlers, the best brawlers, the best of any style of fighting.

Alicia: I don't know.

Dorito: Sometimes I start to wonder what my life would be like if I hadn't decided to go take a couple months off of school to hang around Sonic while he was in WWCWF. And it was that couple months of being around him and backstage, and onstage while never even competing, because I kind of thought pro wrestling was a complete joke to actual wrestling. Then I felt it, standing in front of a couple tens of thousands of screaming fans, or I guess sitting in a lawnchair at the top of the ramp, while Sonic wrestled, as I called the food-shark over to get a cup of soda and some nachos or something. Right then I was entertaining thousands of people, just from getting something to drink. Where else can thousands of people get entertained from someone going to get something to eat and drink? I doubt I'll ever feel that, or anyone else, if they walked into a Subway and ordered a sub, to have the customers inside burst out laughing and cheering. It doesn't happen.

Alicia: You're right.

Dorito: I was hooked from that, and I didn't want to let it go. I went back to school and finished out, then came back to train for nine months with Kylie before actually having my debut match in NCW.

Alicia: And we all know what you did.

Dorito: It doesn't matter to anyone though. It didn't matter to anyone except me. I did it for no one except me, and with no help.

Alicia: Look, will you stand up please? Come on D, let's get up and go to the airport and we'll fly home to LA and talk more about it later.

Dorito: What's the use? I feel like nothing now. I work and work on beating everyone and along comes Pain Express, finally, in a one on one match, and, and, and...Missle and his goons, Helmsley and Collins, get involved. Why? Because once again I am main eventing Distortion and Matt is not? Cause I'm in his spot? Cause I know what he likes, dislikes, hates...and I know the only way to get Matt to come out fighting one hundred percent is for me to be the top guy. To have everything Matt wants, needs, to survive. To have his life. To have the life Missle has lead. To have the life that so many of these people have lead. For more than a month I've fought and fought, said this and that, a lot of which people ridicule because what they see and hear, the mind believes. They ruined it all, Alic. Pain can't be happy about it, I'm not, cause we never made the other bleed. And I could challenge him again, but what is to prevent anyone from getting involved again?

Alicia: You could go to...

Dorito: No. No one ever got a laugh from watching a clown discuss theoretical physics. Last night proved to everyone that Missle is the puppetmaster, and we're all his puppets. No matter how much we try to pull and fight our way free, he makes us dance like monkeys for the paying customers. He doesn't give a crap anymore because there is no one for him to fight, at least so he thinks. There's no reason to even be in WWCWF because it's simple entertainment for him. He doesn't give a damn if we live or die. What's the use of going back to WWCWF anymore? Just so something gets screwed over for Missle's entertainment? 8 months brewing, down the drain. Screw it, forget it, I'm out. I'm done with this completely.

Suddenly there's a ringing noise, and Alicia pulls out her cellphone as she stands upright.

Alicia: ...Hello? ...Yeah? ...Okay. ...So the Distortion preview is up? What are we doing next week then? ...

Alicia's jaw suddenly drops, her grip on the phone loosening up as the device descends to the floor where it breaks into a few pieces. Dorito turns his head up, looking at Alicia whose eyes are bugging out.

Dorito: What? What is it?

Alicia: I...E...Uh...I...

Dorito: What?

Alicia: Next tuesday...

Dorito: Yes?

Alicia: Breakdown.

Dorito: Breakdown? Who is breaking down?

Alicia: Radical BreakDown...returns.

They stare at each other for several moments, then Dorito suddenly pushes to his feet to gether his bags as Alicia bends her knees to start picking up the pieces to her cellphone. She then stands up, strolling her luggage as they walk along the hallway, the scene fading out.