Cheesy drum beats bang as the Star Wars-esque lines scroll up the screen before digitally vaporizing into sheer nothingness. Once the last line dissipats, there's a ripple in the scene as nothing but sheer, empty space is seen. Stars litter the sky magnificently for several seconds before the picture pulls back to reveal space being but a photograph the size of a regular piece of paper. It pulls back even further to reveal the hands holding the picture belong to that of Dorito as he sits with his legs up on a plush couch in the darkened living room, not far from the staircase that leads to his room. A coffee table rests in front of the couch while on another couch that looks just the same, lays Alicia with a fuzzy blanket laying over her as her head rests on a pillow with the edge of the couch adjacent to the one Dorito is on. She watches a movie on the television in the opposite corner, Contact. Dorito, however, has other things on his mind as he looks at the picture.
Politely, he says nothing at all, allowing Alicia to watch the movie in quiet. So what you're gonna get is raw emotion, a look into Dorito's mind, to get his thoughts where it seems like he's saying them, but in his head, like in the Wonder Years or in the Sandlot movie with narrative from the main character.
Dorito: In all of this empty space, of all the worlds in one simple universe, of one simple dimension. Of all the oceans and planets to sustain life, Matt Helmsley was placed in this world. For almost two decades we both lived, never knowing of one another, but it's still became intertwined. Almost like fate, or so it would seem. Being brought together for the simple reason of my torture. It wasn't always bad though, like the time when we won the tag titles in NCW for the first time, the party that night as we brought DY back, I'll never forget it. Like when Matt was standing on this balcony at the hotel and he was peeing over the edge, and the old lady down below who thought it began raining and went back in the hotel to come out with an umbrella. That just doesn't happen. ..It wasn't always like this. In fact, when we were on opposite sides, it sometimes seemed like there was pushing him to do what he was doing. Or could it be when we were on the same page, the same line, the same word?
By simple definition, I am a Radical. I cannot refute it, for it is true. I am like Matt, and he like me. We are radicals in the degeneration of the world. The norms don't know what we have in plan for them, and for us, as in this reality, it doesn't matter anyway because they're not really thinking, they're just functioning within the program. The moment that everyone awakens, realizing their place in the vastness of the universe that they will make no change at all no matter what cause one entity is nothing more than a speck in a grain of a dot of a dot, and even then that would be saying a lot. Each being makes no effect on the whole and would never matter to anyone. This is the breakdown of not a whole. You're nothing, get used to it. No matter what you did, only affects those around, but those affected are nothing as well. So there really is no affect at all.
It's said to kill a man for he to realize what he really is, that's why he was equipped with an ego. For to survive, one must believe that there is one less than he on the imaginary ladder of life. And in this supposed ladder, me and Matt are at the top, even if we are on opposite sides or on the same, fighting to knock the other off, even if it means going off the ladder ourselves. At Re-Birth, eight men will be allowed to climb the ladder to the top. Four men will be knocked off to start with to allow the other four to climb up a little bit more. Two more will be knocked off to allow the final two to climb to the top. There, those two will fight with all that they have to knock the other off. And should it be me and Matt there, I'm more than willing to knock myself off the ladder, but Matt is coming down with me. No one is truly unique, as it's stated that we are all simple copies of some superior being which is either too afraid to show itself, that it's creation would fear them, like Frankenstein had a fear for humanity, or this superior being simply doesn't exist at all. Eight entities fight for the position of being world champion, but that's a lie, for it's really seven. I do not fight to be world champion as first reasoning, I fight for the title to draw the snake out in the open, for a fight to end it all, the true Radical BreakDown of it all. Where simple survival is result of extraordinary luck. Tomorrow night, four other people who have never teamed up before will try to shut down the new system, to fight the future, to kill the virus. Simple truth is, they can't handle it, no one ever has. It's simple ego that keeps people going, whether it be a lowly ego like Pain Express, or someone like Peccant where the need for aid, whether it be physical help or senior citizen aid, will not stop the virus. It's not about stopping us, because you won't even function in standing up and rebelling against the US American government who seeks to enforce the DSE, or Patriot Act II, which eliminates all freedoms, yet will force congress to vote upon it without allowing them to even read it first, like they did with the first Patriot Act. Matt and I are not the evil that you have been told to believe or die, we are the virus spreading to kill it by killing ourselves. You're all infected. So like the new slogan goes, Conform or Die, you're still cattle, or feed for the cattle.
Peccant, Excidium, Midget, Pain Express, four names who seek to shutdown this system, but we're already eating you. The only one kicking is Pain Express, but one way or another, we're going to eat you up as well. Blind to the sickness, you're infected right now, not by us, but by them. I thought the virus was buried in the ground on the beach in Hawaii, but it is not so. For it has been unearthed and is now in LA, where it is reported by the media as the worst city in the world to live in for excessive crime, but it's not true. To walk down south central and get shot cause you're white? Untrue. In the wired, there is no color of skin, no racism, no nationalities, no reason for war. The wired is where 7th Protocol will be able to more or less bring about world peace, but it won't happen while you're infected as you stand now. While we fight tomorrow night, you should try to realize the result as it stands now, you will lose, and triangles will lay broken in the ring. Seven triangles will be broken, and sunday night will see the dawn of a Whole New Show. But before there can be a Re-Birth, all must endure Radical BreakDown.
Damn I hate you Matt. I hate you. Missle craves ratings, just like Sonic...like Sonic...
Dorito continues looking at the picture of space for a little while, then tears the picture in two and tosses them behind the couch onto the floor beyond as Dorito goes to actually speak.
Dorito: What if space was fiction?
Alicia: Huh? Don't be stupid. Of course there's space.
Dorito: Just because I can see it, doesn't mean I actually see it, just because I'm told it's there.
Alicia: You're not going to come down with something before the big match tomorrow are you? Me, having to stand in the same corner as that slut? And Matt?
Dorito: Don't worry about standing in the same corner, or even the match, because I can't tag with Matt if he doesn't even make it to the ring, alive.
Alicia gives him a worried look for a few seconds, then goes back to watching the movie. Dorito lays on his couch, staring up at the ceiling, as time ticks ever closer by to Distortion.
Dorito: I wonder where Matt and Kylie are staying at, which hotel...
Alicia: Don't.
Dorito climbs off the couch, getting to his feet, and walks behind the couch, stepping on the two torn pieces of the universe, and walks toward the staircase. Walking up them, he shortly disappears from sight. The scene turns about to see Alicia sitting up on the couch, her body twisted as she looks toward the area Dorito went to.
Alicia: (Muttering under her breath) Before any Re-Birth, there must be a Radical BreakDown.
She twists her body back around, dropping her head back onto the pillow to continue watching the movie. The scene then shortly fades out from there, a ripple
